Sam, trembling in fear, stood motionless, knowing he had no choice but to obey. His voice shook as he whispered, "Please, no..." But Mark’s command was firm. "Turn around, get on all fours," he ordered with a smirk, towering over him. Sam, feeling helpless, slowly complied, turning his back to Mark and lowering himself to the ground, his body tense with dread.
Mark positioned himself behind Sam, and without warning, he entered him. Sam bit his lip, trying to stifle a cry of pain as the pressure grew. "It hurts," Sam whispered, his body trembling under Mark’s firm grip. But Mark didn’t stop, his movements becoming rougher. Sam squeezed his eyes shut, trying to withstand the pain, but soon, to his shame, a strange sensation began to build within him. Despite the agony, he felt an unexpected spark of arousal. "I... I feel... something," Sam admitted, voice quivering with both humiliation and confusion. Mark chuckled darkly. "That’s what I thought," he murmured as he continued.