The Trouble with Bills

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.

The fucking, on pause, as Mark leaned in and kissed Paul ever so gently. Mark's cock still causing huge pain inside Paul's bottom he was grateful for the stop in movement. The gentle kiss as much a surprise as the eight inch cock in his bottom again. He found himself relaxing and starting to trust Mark, just a little. Mark explained, in between gentle kisses, that Paul's bottom would get used to his cock if they just lay still for a minute. He had had his fun earlier he explained and now was about him getting use to it.

They lay like that with Mark gently kissing. Then with the slowest of movement Paul found that Mark had squeezed his hand under them again -- and his cock now in Mark's hand came back to firmness again. The kissing and gentle massage on Paul's cock continued until very very slowly Mark pulled out. Then slower still Mark pushed back into Paul's bottom. Then again, out and in, only speeding up the tiniest amount. Paul felt himself relax into the fucking. His own arousal now climbing. Somehow the pain disappearing as the pace of Mark's cock in his bottom increased.

"Now I do not want to hurt you," said Mark as he paused his cock once again, "but, I am a little tight for time if you want me to drop you back. So, either I give you a very quick, and severe fuck for a minute or so, or your little mouth and hands must get busy." Mark laughed easily at his joke but as though to encourage Paul to make the decision he wanted he pushed himself rapidly and severely into Paul's young bottom three times. Then paused, "Well? Mouth or I really fuck you now?".

Paul wasting no time, the pain and fear from that very short rapid set of thrusts, meant he was on his knees quickly as Mark rolled onto his back. Ignoring the fact that this cock had been in bottom just a second before Paul leaned his head down onto the large bulbous head of Mark's cock. He had never imagined that the first cock he would ever take in his mouth would be a cock that had just been fucking him. Before he could really think about that though he felt Mark's hand on the back of his head. His mind quickly shifting to the very real struggle to stop Mark from impaling his throat around his cock. He quickly brought his hand up to stop the cock going all the way in -- and worked rapidly to please Mark with his hands and mouth.

He was rushing it though. He knew it. The fear of Mark's cock going into his mouth without his hands there to defend himself was making him panic. As though Mark heard his thoughts, he knocked Paul's hands off his cock and with a firm, even tight, grip on Paul's hair he held Paul down. He kept pushing and holding Paul there until maybe five inches of his cock was in Paul's mouth. Though Mark could not see Paul's face he could sense the panic. It gave him the most wonderful sense of power and pleasure. He knew Paul was on the verge of gagging. If there was any doubt, he could feel the saliva run down his cock and the small smattering of tears as Paul's eyes watered with the intrusion into his throat. He held Paul there -- not moving -- knowing, from his own first experience, how much panic Paul would be in. Still, this was just a little fuck buddy. An anonymous fuck from the internet so why should he give a fuck. With more aggression than he intended, maybe the power going to his head, Mark pushed his cock deliberately a solid two inches into the young man's throat.

The gag, the immediate physical panic, caused Paul to push hard against Mark's legs and lift himself off the intruding cock. Tears streaming from his face he looked up to Mark and, in his own amazement, he heard his words speak an apology to Mark for pulling back off his cock.

"Sorry... I... I."

Before Paul could say another word, Mark was quick to push his cock back into Paul's mouth. Paul, as though it was what he had to do, immediately opened his mouth and let the cock back in again. Mark, held Paul, cock not fully pushed in but deep enough to ensure Paul knew what was about to happen. It was aggressive, sudden, angry force, that Paul found his nose against the pubic hair of Mark as all eight inches was inside his throat. As suddenly as it happened it was pulled out. Paul sobbing, tears streaming, only just caught his breath when it happened again. Then again. He only just caught his breath between thrusts Pauls' sobbing and crying from real panic, terror and pain fill the room just as loudly as the strange sound of his face being fucked. He did not try and pull away. Some force, or sense of duty, or shame he would never understand forced him to stay in the firm grip of Mark as the persistent, but not rushed, face fuck continued. One. Thrust. At a time.

Mark paused for a second. He sensed the very real panic building in Paul and allowed him to catch his breath a little more. Surprised that Paul had not struggled more he let the young man catch his breath. He laughed to himself as he realised it was not out of compassion for Paul but because he felt himself about to cum and was in no rush to finish this. This was, even now, Mark recognised, was the most erotic thing that had happened for him in a long, long time.

"You ready for it again?" Mark asked Paul with the calmest, and warmest, tone. So, at odds with the brutal face fucking, he was giving Paul. Though Paul had caught his breath his tears and sobbing had not stopped. Just before Mark was about to push his cock back into Paul's mouth there was a small spark of self-preservation in Paul that gave him sufficient courage to speak up.

"Will you give me a lift home?"

The pathetic tone, the pleading, the begging, he heard in his own voice screamed into the depths of him that he was worthless. No chance to notice much more than how awful he felt, his tears streaming. He felt Mark adjust once more and opened his mouth as though under some hidden force, inside him, telling Paul an open mouth for this stranger's cock was all he was worth.

The brutality of that thirty second of his life would never leave him. Detached, disassociated maybe, he watched himself from above -- even as it was happening. Mark now eager to cum and, having no care for Paul, used the young man's mouth like some wanking aid. His cock pushing repeatedly deep into Paul's throat -- maybe as much as three or four inches going beyond the back of his throat. Paul, as though in blind panic, pushed against Mark's legs with all his might. Genuinely fighting to stop the face fucking but failing completely against the strength and urgency of Mark's arms and cock. Thirty seconds, his dazed out of body experience lasted, but he watched himself fighting furiously as he was brutally face fucked by the man. Twice his age, twice his weight, a cock almost twice the length and width of his own spasming deep inside his throat.

Thrown aside, the sperm dripping from Paul's mouth, and nostrils, along with his tears and snot. He sobbed deep wracking sobs as the chance to catch his breath was mixed with the relief of it being over. His breath caught he felt another run of sperm drip from his nose onto the bed. He lay sobbing, in pain, sure he had been damaged, sure he would have to go to the hospital. Then suddenly realising Mark was no longer on the bed. How long he had sobbed for? In self-pity and loathing he was not sure but it was the shout from Mark, at the front door, to get a move on that shocked him out of his daze.

Paul, naked, in a daze and still crying walked down the stairs to the waiting Mark.