WARNING! This chapter contains #forced scenes. It is not recommended for people who are sensitive to such scenes.
"Oh ...!" Martin exclaimed in shock. Another sensation shook his body as he felt his nipple pinch. He cried out softly, feeling pain, but more of surprise than a real painful sensation.
"Do you like it?" Steve asked with a smile as he continued to play with his nipple.
Martin wanted to answer, but when he opened his mouth, no word came out, just a tense sigh.
"You're so cute to make those sounds."
Martin blushed to the tops of his ears, which had been licked by his lover. Sensations stranger to him, coming from different parts of the body, made him completely lost in what was happening. Although he had intercourse with girls more than once, he had never experienced such intense sensations. Usually, he focused on caressing and preparing his partner. The act of penetration itself was the physical pleasure for him. What Steve was doing with him now, despite being a man, was definitely more intense.
Martin felt Steve's hand through his underwear. The material that did not allow direct body contact, however, acted as a stimulant, and Martin could not deny that his penis responded with enthusiasm. He didn't want to look, but he couldn't help but start when Steve was removing his underpants. Martin's member stood proudly against the handsome, beaming face of the man who was his idol, approaching him.
As Steve's tongue touched his penis, a groan escaped Martin's chest. Part of him wanted to run away and forget that it had all happened at all, the other part trembled with anticipation as this lovely man took him in his mouth. This emotional conflict left Martin unable to do anything but be a passive participant. His body screamed for pleasure, but his mind still couldn't accept the fact that he got excited because he was kissed and caressed by a guy.
Only he wasn't an ordinary guy. None other than the great, handsome and famous GP2 driver Steve Paxton took his manhood in his hand and exposed his testicles. He wrapped his tongue around the penis and began to lick it vigorously from the root to the head. With just a few strokes, the tremors of Martin's organ and body suggested he was ready to orgasm.
"Not yet," Steve said firmly, pressing his fingers around the base of his penis.
"What?" Martin groaned in confusion and felt Steve take it in his mouth. "Why?"
His swollen member demanded release and the possibility of achieving climax. Steve's hot mouth was too pleasant for his penis to remain insensitive. Steve, however, refused to loosen his grip, making his touch torture. The pain was getting too strong. Martin struggled in his bonds.
"Let go," he groaned. "It hurts! Fuck! I want to come…"
"Not yet," Steve whispered to him with fiery passion, apparently getting some perverse pleasure from tormenting his lover.
"Agh…" Martin moaned back. He was on the brink of endurance. He had never, never experienced such intense sensations.
Then a completely new and unexpected sensation shook his body. Martin's eyes widened in surprise and pain as the foreign object penetrated deeply between his buttocks. He screamed. At the same moment, Steve relieved the pressure on his dick and a trickle of sticky sperm squirted right into Steve's hot throat.
Martin was stunned. His heart pounded furiously and his face flushed with a shameful blush. Relief from the release of his semen mixed with his disbelief that he had shot into the mouth of a guy who was sucking him. The ecstasy of orgasm was tangled with the painful sensation of a finger thrust into his ass. The sensations were so many and so contradictory that his mind could not process them all.
Steve lifted his face so Martin could see him. At the corner of his smiling mouth there was a thin white stream of sperm. His eyes burned with desire.
Steve's thumb rubbed the thick liquid. Without taking his eyes off his lover, the driver ostentatiously licked his finger.
Steve Paxton swallows his cum!
"And that's just the beginning," the driver announced.
Beginning? The word echoed in Martin's mind with terror. No, it can't be. He felt so tired that he would not be able to summon any strength in himself. His penis and his hands tied above his head hurt. Steve couldn't think seriously about further bullying him. It would be just cruel.
"Enough," he groaned miserably. "Please set me free. What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?"
"Because you're cute when you shiver at my touch," Steve laughed.
'Jokes! These are only jokes to him. I am a joke to him.' It was a painful thought that hit the very heart of Martin's male pride. At this point, it didn't matter that the famous Steve Paxton tied him to the bed. The very fact of binding and the resulting vulnerability to the mercy of someone's joke was offensive.
"You think you can do everything because you're rich and famous?" His anger encouraged him. "You're wrong! You're acting now like a real… Ah !!!"
The slight bite of his nipple broke Martin's tirade. Once again, Steve has proved that in this state he is completely immune to verbal arguments.
"If you don't like it, why do you moan so beautifully when I touch you?"
"Scoundrel," Martin hissed through clenched teeth. His agitated body responded faster and more lively to every torture and caress given him by male hands and lips. But he couldn't deny the facts - the sensations were really enjoyable. Martin groaned and, nearly defeated by Steve's tenacity, closed his eyes.
It was then that he felt Steve lift and pull his knees apart, giving himself more convenient access to his ass. Martin tried to put them together, but Steve, who pressed his face between his legs again, wouldn't let him do that. His hands gripped his bare thighs. Even under the alcohol, Steve was stronger than him, especially since Martin was already weakened after reaching orgasm. He only fought him for a moment. He ran out of strength for more. Resigned, he relented.
"Good boy," Steve said. "You will be rewarded for that."
Despite the promise in that voice, Martin doubted the reward Steve had in mind was one he would have wanted.
He was not mistaken. He felt the strong pressure of male hands on his buttocks. Steve's tongue turned to a sting that stung the entrance to Martin's anus. Martin was sure he couldn't bear the pleasant humiliation. He completely lost track of time. He receded under the intensity of the sensation, but only by an inch. When a wet, slippery finger joined his tongue, digging into the narrow entrance, Martin could do nothing but sob.
"Ah ... stop ... ugh ..."
His pleas had the opposite effect. Steve's finger slid deeper and began to make a definite circle within him. Feeling Steve's finger brush against his sensitive softness, Martin couldn't resist the pleasure. The experience was so new that he could not recognize whether the humiliation and pain or the pleasure was stronger in him.
"Relax," Steve ordered. "You won't win anyway. I won't let you go until you scream for pleasure and beg for more. If you don't relax, it will hurt."
These words had the opposite effect. Martin instinctively tightened his sphincter.
"Or maybe you prefer hard?"
"No!" He denied desperately. However, he could not control his body.
"Then relax. Come on, try it." Steve tapped a finger against the inner wall, causing Martin a strange, almost electric pulse.
Martin groaned and tried to obey his lover's command. His muscles only relaxed for a moment to tighten again. Sensing a foreign object within him, his ass started a series of contractions.
"You're so nice, I wish I had more than a finger in you now." With every relaxation and every word, Steve pushed his finger a little deeper, teasing the inner membrane. With every movement he made, a delightful, vague sound came out of Martin's throat.
"You are sweet and tight like a virgin. Or are you a virgin? I didn't believe you before when you said you weren't gay, but maybe ... Have you ever been with a man?"
"No."
"That's cute. So I'll prepare you well."
Martin felt a second finger inside him. A high-pitched whimpering sound came out of his mouth.
"You're really cute, so warm, soft and wet. You can't deny that you like it. Look at me. Come on, take a look. This is not the time to be shy."
Martin looked at Steve and followed his gaze toward his cock, which was raised and hard again.
"No, I don't…"
"Liar," Steve smiled, picking his fingers through him.
Martin made another vague, high-pitched sound. Not believing that he was the source himself, he blushed to the tips of his ears. Steve did what he wanted with him, and Martin couldn't lie to himself anymore - part of him was taking pleasure in this situation he had never known before in his life. He wanted more, more intensely, harder, but he wasn't ready yet to admit it to another man.
His body, however, had no mental resistance, and Martin's hips began to move slowly and uncertainly to the rhythm of the fingers penetrating him.
Martin was already completely defeated.