He never saw it coming. One minute Jake was cutting through the empty warehouse district after his shift, the next a thick arm locked around his throat and dragged him into the shadows. The guy was bigger, stronger, all muscle and hot breath on his neck. "Don't fucking move," the stranger growled, voice low and mean. Jake struggled, but the man slammed him face-first against the cold brick wall, yanking his arms behind his back.
"Thought you could walk around here looking like that? Tight jeans, that ass begging for it." Rough hands ripped Jake's belt open and shoved his pants down to his knees. Jake's cock hung soft and exposed, but the stranger's was already hard, thick, and pressing between his cheeks. "I'm gonna make you take it, straight boy. Gonna turn that hole gay whether you want it or not."
Jake cursed and bucked, but the man spit on his fingers and shoved two straight up his ass without warning. The stretch burned, raw and sudden. "Fuck, you're tight. Gonna loosen you up good." He worked those fingers deep, twisting and pumping until Jake's legs shook. Spit dripped down his crack, and the stranger added a third finger, forcing him wider.
"Open up for me." The man pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the fat head of his cock. He pushed hard, relentless, until the head popped inside. Jake yelled, the pain sharp and hot, but the stranger just gripped his hips and drove in deeper, inch by inch, until his balls slapped against Jake's ass. "That's it. Take every fucking inch. Your hole's mine now."
He started thrusting, hard and dirty, pounding Jake's ass like he owned it. Each slam forced a grunt out of Jake, his body jerking forward against the wall. The stranger reached around and grabbed Jake's cock, stroking it rough and fast until it started to stiffen despite everything. "Look at that. Your dick's getting hard while I fuck you. Knew you were a closet fag."
Jake's protests died in his throat as the man angled his cock and nailed his prostate. Pleasure spiked through the pain, unwanted and overwhelming. The stranger laughed low, fucking faster, skin slapping loud in the dark. "Yeah, moan for it. Your straight ass loves this cock."
He pulled out suddenly, spun Jake around, and forced him to his knees. "Suck it clean." Jake shook his head, but the man grabbed his hair and shoved his cock between his lips.
It tasted like ass and spit and sweat, thick and heavy on his tongue. "That's right, choke on it. Learn how to suck a real man's dick."
Jake gagged as the stranger fucked his face, balls hitting his chin, throat stretching around the shaft. Tears ran down his face, but his own cock throbbed between his legs, leaking onto the concrete. The man pulled back, hauled Jake up, and bent him over a stack of pallets. He slammed back inside, pounding harder, one hand fisting Jake's hair, the other jerking his cock.
"Gonna fill this hole," the stranger snarled. His thrusts turned erratic, deep and brutal, until he buried himself to the hilt and came with a groan, hot cum flooding Jake's ass. Jake's own orgasm hit without warning, shooting ropes across the wood while his hole clenched around the pulsing cock.
The man stayed inside him a moment, breathing heavy, then pulled out slow, watching his load drip down Jake's thighs. "Next time you come through here, you'll be begging for it." He slapped Jake's ass once, hard, and disappeared into the night.
Jake stayed there, legs shaking, cum and spit cooling on his skin, his mind spinning between shame and the raw, aching need already building again. He knew he'd be back.
