17 Discovery that Left Martin Speechless

WARNING This chapter starts with a scene that could qualify as #forced (or not)

"Mmmhmm ..." Martin made a weak voice of objection, muffled by a kiss.

Steve did not give up. His mouth lashed out with impatient passion, and Martin found, to his shame, that he didn't want to defend himself that much.

Martin kissed really well. His tongue knew exactly where and when to touch it to enhance the sensation. The pleasure stunned him for a moment, and Martin lowered his guard. Taking advantage of the situation, Steve vigorously unzipped his pants and slipped his hand into it.

The younger man groaned at the touch of his hand.

"Hard already," Martin heard Paxton's amused whisper close to his ear.

"What do you want from me?" He hissed furiously having finally free mouth. "Are you bored of girls and want to fuck the guy again?"

Hot breath on his neck, a wet kiss on the back of his neck, and Steve's hand sliding under his pants were the only answer.

Shit, Martin cursed silently. He was angry with Steve for some reason putting him in this embarrassing situation again, but he was even more furious with himself that his body reacted so vividly, almost desperately to the man's touch.

"Leave it, I don't want to," he growled, remembering that for Steve he is nothing more than a place to relieve himself.

'Please, more!' his desires shouted.

Steve slipped off his pants and briefs immediately taking his swollen penis into his mouth. Martin groaned desperately in response. The lover's lips were so hot that the pleasure of being in them grew almost exponentially.

"No, damn it," Martin's mouth said, but his hands went to Steve's head. Fingers desperately tangled in his dark brown hair and his hips spontaneously come out to meet the hot face.

Meanwhile, Steve has already reached his buttocks, pressing them and caressing them beyond human imagination.

Martin swallowed hard.

'Maybe he treats me as a sex toy, but now I feel really good.'

Steve let him out of his mouth to catch his breath. Martin caught a glimpse of his face, which had the same expression of desire as that night. Steve sucked his finger for a moment instead of his manhood. Martin saw perfectly well what was about to happen.

'I can still get away,' he told himself. 'I can push him away, hit him, kick him. I have my hands free, I can oppose him, but ... I don't want to.'

As Martin felt finger approach the entrance, he relaxed as much as he could. Steve entered it smoothly and began massaging its interior.

"Ah…" Martin groaned. It was so good for him, too good for him to deny pleasure.

He felt today's penetration very different from the first. There was no more excruciating pain, only discomfort. Its soft interior begged for already familiar, pleasant experiences.

"Uh," he groaned again, leaning forward. He couldn't understand why he reacted so quickly and intensely to everything Steve was doing with him.

Touching the front and back, Martin felt he was going to go crazy. Steve's caresses were lovely, but still too gentle for him to come through, and Martin wanted it desperately.

"Uh, stop playing with me at last," he groaned desperately.

"As you wish," Steve replied earnestly as he turned Martin to face the wall.

"What are you…?" Martin was not referring to such a cycle of things. Rather, he was about getting better at last rather than getting fucked up again.

Steve pulled his hips towards him, sticking his bare butt out towards him. Martin's hands slid down the wall, arching him.

"Hold on. I don't want you to hit your pretty head."

Easy for you to say, he thought as the tip of his penis touched his opening.

Martin groaned through clenched teeth and pushed himself against the wall with all his might.

Steve gripped his hips tightly with one hand, and with the other he helped himself to insert his penis into his lover's ass. As he passed, Martin screamed and turned his head, flaming in his face. He hadn't expected so much pain. He thought that only the first time was like for a virgin.

Inside, Steve wrapped both hands around his hips and slowly began to go deeper.

"Ah, shit!"

Steve made rhythmic, calm movements until his cock felt more comfortable inside Martin. When his lover got suitably wet and slippery, he sped up.

Martin bit his lip, panting heavily. He couldn't believe he welcomed the man so willingly and submissively. The man who ignored him all these days. It hurt, it was true, but the promise of pleasure was more powerful. There was no denying that sex with Steve was just otherworldly. Each thrust forced the air out of his chest, making him enjoy himself more and more. He lost himself beyond all reason in it.

"You're delightful ..." Steve breathed in his ear, making Martin shiver. "Being ... in you ... is like visiting ... a temple ... of bliss ..."

'Don't say that,' thought Martin desperately. 'Your words will hurt me when I cease to exist for you again.' But he didn't dare to say it, just groaned desperately. He felt he couldn't take it anymore. His member released the accumulated semen.

He came. Once again he achieved orgasm thanks to a man.

Steve, however, has not finished yet. He needed a few extra deep moves before he achieved fulfillment, too. He loosened his grip and let Martin, weakened by the intercourse, slump to the ground.

Martin had neither the courage nor the strength to look up at the man who had brought him to this state. He was breathing hard, hearing Steve buckle his belt and zip the fly. He saw his shoes for another moment, then Steve, completely silent, started walking down the hall, leaving him on the floor.

It was just cold.

Martin felt humiliated and used again. With a heavy heart and aching body, he rose from the floor. Tears of self-contempt appeared in his eyes, but he couldn't allow himself to show such emotions here. He was at work. In a place where every day he meets a man, who did whatever he wanted with him.

The phone rang so hard that Martin took it for the sake of peace.

"Hello, Martin, this is Jack. What's going on with you?"

Martin was completely destroyed, shattered. He didn't even want to open his mouth. The silence on his side disturbed Jack even more.

"Where are you? I'll come to see you. Martin? Martin?!"

"In the dressing room."

"Don't get out of there. I will be there in ten minutes."

'Ten minutes huh,' thought Martin, and hung up. 'Ten…'

He was sitting in the same place he had taken from the shower he had walked in after Steve had finished with him. He was so mentally battered that he could not bring himself to make any movement, certainly not to get up.

"True, I was supposed to meet Jack at eight." Martin looked up at the wall clock. It was twelve past eight. Twelve minutes late and Jack panics. "Hmm…" he smiled faintly, although anyone who saw him now would think he looks rather spooky.

Jack's phone call began to restore his sense of reality and time. Martin felt stupid for allowing himself so many minutes of light-headedness. Steve wasn't worth it, definitely.

Steve ...

Another dagger pierced his heart and Martin clenched his fists in mute desperation.

What the hell is between him and Steve? Why does he let Paxton do all these humiliating things with him, and why does he still enjoy it?

Why?

"Martin?"

Martin looked up to see Jack Lambert standing in the doorway. The driver looked at him anxiously, as if examining him from a safe distance.

"Something's wrong, right?"

"Steve ..." Martin bit his lip. The pain was immense, so great that he wanted to complain about it to someone, but he couldn't say a word more.

"Did he make you do something you didn't want?"

It was a good question. Did Martin want to be taken by Steve without a hint of affection, used and then abandoned in the hallway like a used condom?

Martin looked at the floor. He couldn't answer because he didn't understand what happened to him.

"You should call the police. He can't go unpunished just because he's famous. It's called rape, you know?"

The hard word rang in his ears, squeezing his throat and heart. No it wasn't like that! Steve was cruel, but not that way! And it's not that Martin couldn't get away from him… at least not physically…

Martin shook his head slowly.

"It's not like that," he said softly, but with all his heart and soul.

Jack approached and sat down next to him, keeping a safe, several centimeters distance. He joined his hands and, without looking at him, said:

"You like him." It wasn't really a question, but a statement in a voice that showed understanding.

Martin nodded his head.

"And you like it when he's with you."

The young mechanic sighed.

"You enjoy every tenderness he gives you, but he treats you meanly afterwards. You agree to it because you don't want to lose him, although it is so difficult for you and you know in your heart that you don't have him at all."

"I'm pathetic," he groaned at the edge of his tears. At this point, Martin felt as if he were the lowest possible creature. What guy could want another despite being treated so cruelly?

"No, in love."

This simple statement, made in a soft voice, completely surprised him. Martin looked up at Jack with wet eyes. In love? It is not impossible for Martin to be in love with a man. This is absurd! He wanted to deny it, but did not have the strength to do so. It was maybe twenty seconds before he realized that there was no point in denialing it after all. He had just begun to realize that what Jack said might be true.

In love? With a man? With this cruel man?

The shock of this discovery left him speechless.