Paul felt himself wake, his memory filling in the details of the last couple of hours with Mark's arm wrapped around him. Becoming more fully awake his memories filled in the blanks to explain the pain in his bottom. He felt uncertain, more than a little fear, as he opened his eyes. Worried about what might happen as he woke in Mark's arms. The arm of a stranger, Paul reminded himself. A stranger, who he had so easily given his mind and bottom to. His mind filled with the realisation that he had just been raped. Though, was it rape he asked himself, as he knew Mark had the very recording of Paul asking for it. The thoughts swirling through his mind, how he had begged for what happened, the pain and shame of it happening, then the relief as he felt himself fall asleep in Mark's arm.
"Aaa. You are awake young man!" Mark's words meaning he could not hide the fact that he was waking. It also meant the covers, Mark had obviously pulled some covers over Paul as he slept, well pulled back and the cooler air reminding him he was naked. Naked, in bed with a man, a stranger really, almost twice his again.
Paul, nodding, unsure of what to say. The arousal, the need for the shame and humiliation, now gone. That arousal and shame, he accepted, had driven him to contact Mark. That arousal had led him to follow Mark's instructions all the way to losing his anal virginity. That arousal was now gone. Mark though, with no such worries, was not about to consider Paul's worries as he focused on his pleasure and excitement at having such an erotic young man in bed beside him. Paul felt the easy ownership in Mark's movement as his cock was quickly held. His soft cock in Mark's hand. Still Paul could not bring himself to speak as he was again masturbated by this stranger and did want to challenge or upset a man twice his size. A man who had driven him to his house without asking Paul if he wanted to go. A house that Paul accepted was a long way from where he lived. In a place that meant Paul had no idea where he was. A man who had all his clothes in a locked car outside in the cold. Paul, much to his own sense of shame and disappointment, and as though to ignore his own fear felt himself get aroused by the hand massaging his cock.
"Aaa good boy!" Mark exclaimed as he felt the growing arousal in Paul's small cock as he slowly caressed and wanked the young man awake. Paul, shame at this direct claim on his nakedness, and embarrassment at how he could get so easily aroused by this 'rapist's' hand. The arousal that had driven him here was long gone and being with another man was a shock, a shameful almost repulsive, shock.
The slow masturbation from Mark stopped at almost the point when Paul felt himself verging on cumming again. Frustrated he found himself quickly placed face down on the bed again and the fear immediately returned. Mark, easily for such a large man, positioned himself behind Paul as he had done earlier his cock again pushing at Pauls bottom.
"It's better the second time lad!" Mark said confidently as he started to push into the sweet young bottom, he had fucked only an hour before. As he thought, and experience told him, Paul's bottom was more receptive and there was not the same need for force as he eased himself back inside Paul's anus.
Paul though, having only been buggered for the first time in his life, felt the sharp pain return. Worse this time than last, he immediately let out a sob. Tears, pain, terror and powerlessness all combining to ensure he froze as the older man, Mark, settled inside him. Laying, tears immediately coming and dripping into the bed. He tensed himself for the fucking to begin. Surprised, as Mark stopped fucking, though Paul could still feel the pain of the cock deep inside him.
