Entering ... Just Come All In!

WARNING This chapter contains scenes that could qualify as #forced 

"You're so cute," Steve said once more, as if it were a spell to excite Martin. It was such a spell. The tenderness and passion in his lover's voice made every cell of Martin's body tremble. "I want you. I want all of you."

The agitation stopped. The fingers slipped from his ass. Martin heard the sound of the zipper sliding on the fly. The sudden awareness of what was happening hit him like a heavy fist.

"What…?"

"I want to get into you and do very naughty things with you."

"What? No! I do not…"

"It's your first time, get ready, it'll hurt a little. But then it will only be nice. I promise."

Though his heart began to pound with fear, Martin was no longer able to say that one honor saving no.

Penetration with fingers relaxed him, prepared him, but not well enough. Nothing could have prepared him for the fact that a large, thick and hard male organ would attempt to break into him against nature.

The hardest part was getting in. Even the cool lubricant Paxton poured generously between his buttocks didn't help. As Steve grabbed his ass and pulled up his head to force his way in, Martin screamed. It really hurt like hell. For a moment he felt as if his insides would be torn apart, and he felt a new surge of panic. He wanted to bite his hand, but he had both tied and tucked up, so he bit his lower lip, almost to the blood.

"Ugh ..." he groaned, his voice trembling, feeling the tears running down his cheeks.

"Hold on. It will get better soon."

He believed it and gritted his teeth. In fact, as soon as Steve slipped a little deeper, his insides received him more willingly. He felt relieved, but quickly realized how futile it was.

Steve's every move moved his organ several millimeters deep into Martin, bringing him the almost unbearable pain of a tearing body. Steve was getting into him very slowly, but it still felt like Martin was going to be torn in two.

"Stop it, this is ..."

He was unable to go on. He was trembling all over, swallowing tears.

"It's okay," Steve touched his cheek and whispered right into his ear. "Everything will be fine. Just a little more and you'll feel really good."

Steve reached over his head and suddenly Martin's hands fell on his back. The numb muscles ached, but it was a relief to help him withstand penetration. Still chained hands pressed tight, almost clenched on Steve's strong shoulders, pulling the two men together. Hot, moist breasts pressed together in an embrace. Now Steve's hips did not stop moving, placing his cock deeper and deeper. The interior of Martin got used to the sensations, stretched, not torn by a foreign object. A strange, clear-of-mind sensation joined the pain. Steve was back a little deeper again and found a particularly sensitive point.

"Ah, nooooo…! Martin shouted. It was unbelievable. Unusually. At some point, he no longer recognized whether the pain had become a pleasure or the pleasure he had started to feel was so intense that it became painful. From his mouth came a quiet cycle of broken moans and screams.

At that cue, Steve's hips shifted faster and stronger. Martin did not want this stunning impression to ever end. He tightened his arms on his lover with all his strength and pressed his face against his neck and hair, not fully realizing what he was doing, he groaned:

"More…"

"You're so sexy," Steve whispered, and in response to his plea, he pushed hard.

"Aaaaaaaah ...!" Martin came out of a choppy, trembling scream. It hurt, but it didn't matter. He wanted more, more of that wild passion given by his lover, and at the same time he was afraid that he would not stand the intensity of the sensation. Steve's hot body on him and the inflamed member in him made him close to madness.

His own penis rubbing against the abdomen of both men was painfully hinting at his erection. Martin desperately wanted to come.

"Aaah ... aaa ... I no longer ..."

Suddenly it was all over. Martin watched the man pull away from him. The emptiness in the place where a moment ago was penetrated by his thick penis and the chill of the air on his chest abandoned by the heated body surprised and bewildered him. At the moment when he was so close, however, he was not to achieve fulfillment?

"How do you look at me," Steve smiled. His eyes were dim, almost half awake, and his chest was rising rapidly. For the first time, Martin could see his body fully - tall, very thin, but firm and hard. His stiff penis had clear veins that he had felt deep within himself a moment ago. A white drop glistened at the top of the head.

Martin swallowed at the sight of her. Lost in his own experiences, he forgot that Steve was a guy too. The thought that his body excited Steve as much as he himself was perversely delightful.

Martin licked his lips.

"Why did you stop?" He asked reproachfully.

"Because you're too sexy."

Steve leaned over him and untied the belt that bound his wrists. Martin's numb hands dropped. He barely lifted one of them to touch his lover's shoulder.

"You can't leave me like this," he whispered desperately, not believing he was saying it. But there was nothing he could do about it. His body was begging for more. Even if he could not look at himself in the mirror tomorrow, today he had to achieve fulfillment.

"I won't," he heard a tender reply. "Should I go into you?"

"Mhm."

"But I may not be able to stop myself."

"You do not need."

"For sure?"

"Damn it, do it," he groaned desperately, lifting his hips up.

Steve obeyed and immediately slipped into his ass.

This time there were no restrictions on his part. He immediately started with all the passion of his lust. Martin was in pain, but not as bad as the first time. His irritated interior was more sensitive so he felt the pleasure faster. In his groans, broken only by a shout, when Steve's member touched a more sensitive spot, he could hear only endless pleasure. He couldn't believe that a man could feel such ecstasy.

Steve shuddered, and with a groan of relief, he released his semen into his lover. For Martin, it was another impression that he was unable to process. Steve didn't pull out of there right away. Martin felt his hand on his crotch, which with smooth, sliding movements led him to ejaculate. The ecstasy was so great that his mind was completely stunned.

The last thought Martin registered was whether or not Steve was really drunk.

Martin woke up in a dark room, a bed that wasn't his. He awoke instantly, trying to remember what had happened and where he was. Gradually his memory returned, making his heart beat faster and faster. He looked to the side and saw a body lying on the sheets. A cold sweat beaded his forehead as he realized whose back he was seeing. He sprang up from the bed and immediately doubled up. There was no part of his body that didn't scream at him in pain, but Martin couldn't let that scream out. He couldn't bear it if he had to face Steve now.

"Damn," he cursed in his mind, and struggling with physical suffering, he got up from the sheets.

His body was completely battered, but the urge to leave this place was more powerful. He fumbled for his T-shirt and pants. It took him longer to find socks and shoes. He quickly left the bedroom and dressed at the exit door. He pressed the handle.

The key, he remembered suddenly, but the door gave way. Were they not closed at all? Then he could have left before it all started?

'Don't think about it' he felt weak and blushed with shame. 'Do not think…'

He tried to calm his shattered nerves, but how could he after something like that? After all, the second man tonight ...

'Enough', he told himself. 'It's over now.'

Every step hurt him, but he couldn't stay here any longer. By the elevator, he leaned against the wall, eternally grateful that no one was seeing him right now. He knew that the hotel staff was there to be discreet, but he couldn't bear to look at them now. He felt like a criminal fleeing a place of heinous crime. Anyone who looks at him will know immediately what he was doing that night.

"Christ, I really did it. I really got fucked up by a guy." The humiliation was so complete that he was unable to raise his eyes from the floor, and despite the most sincere intentions, he could not forget it. Neither about that night.