The dim light of the abandoned warehouse barely reached the concrete floor where Marcus was shoved to his knees. His wrists were already bound behind his back with rough rope that bit into his skin, and the man standing over himtaller, broader, with a cruel smirkhad made it clear there was no escape. "You came here looking for trouble," the stranger growled, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. "Now you're going to take every inch like the bitch you are."
Marcus's heart hammered. He was straight, had a girlfriend, had never even considered another man this way. But the stranger had caught him snooping, had overpowered him with brutal efficiency, and now the thick cock springing free from those jeans was inches from his face. "Open," the man ordered, fisting Marcus's hair and yanking his head back. When Marcus resisted, a hard slap across the cheek forced his mouth open, and the stranger shoved in deep, choking him on the first thrust.
The taste was salt and musk and power. Marcus gagged, eyes watering, but the man didn't relent. He fucked Marcus's throat in long, punishing strokes, hips snapping forward while he held the bound man's head in place. "That's it, choke on it," he snarled. "Porn stories always make it look easy, don't they? But this is real. You're mine until I say otherwise."
Tears streaked Marcus's face as the stranger used him, pulling out only to slap the wet cock across his lips before plunging back in. Marcus's own cock, traitorous and hard against his will, strained inside his jeans.
The stranger noticed and laughed, reaching down to palm it roughly through the denim. "Look at that. Your body knows what it wants even if your mouth lies."
He dragged Marcus to his feet and bent him over a stack of wooden crates, yanking his pants down to expose him. Cold air hit bare skin, then the blunt pressure of the stranger's cock pressing against his hole. No prep, no mercyjust relentless pushing until the thick head breached him. Marcus cried out, the burn sharp and overwhelming, but the man only gripped his hips harder and drove deeper, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
The thrusts came hard and fast, each one forcing a grunt from Marcus's throat. The stranger leaned over him, breath hot on his ear. "Scream if you want. No ones coming. This is what you get for poking around where you don't belong." He reached around and stroked Marcus's leaking cock in time with his pounding, twisting the pleasure and pain together until Marcus's body shook. Every slam against his prostate sent unwanted sparks through him, building despite the violation.
The stranger didn't stop until he was close, then pulled out and spun Marcus around, forcing him back to his knees. "Swallow," he commanded, stroking himself over Marcus's face. The first hot spurt hit his tongue, then more, flooding his mouth. Marcus swallowed on instinct, the bitter taste coating his throat while the stranger groaned above him.
When it was over, the ropes were cut, but the stranger didn't leave immediately. He hauled Marcus up, kissed him rough and deeptasting himself on Marcus's tongueand whispered, "Next time you want forced gay sex porn stories, remember this one was real." Marcus was left alone, aching, marked, and harder than he'd ever been in his life, the warehouse silent except for his ragged breathing. The night had only just begun to sink in.
