You meet up with someone from fetlife for the first time and you're nervous, but when you meet up in the hotel room he seems chill, friendly, respectful. You'd talked through your respective kinks and decided that the first meeting would be fairly vanilla. Just some bondage and maybe some light spanking. He'd asked if you were into anal and you'd told him no, but he'd accepted that without argument.
He gets you strapped into the spreader bar and carefully cuffs your hands behind your back. You feel vulnerable, spread out for him. You can hear and feel him shuffling around behind you, then his hands on your ass. You startle and whimper a little.
You feel his fingers starting to touch you gently, rubbing your tdick and dipping into you, and you moan and arch into it. Then he pulls his hand back and you hear a lube bottle open. That's considerate of him, it's not something you'd asked for.
He moves closer to you, and then you feel his cock pressing against your asshole.
You lift your head. "hey wait that's the wrong-"
He grips your hips hard and brute forces the head of his cock in your unprepped hole, and the rest of your sentence is cut off as you choke and gasp for breath in shock and pain. It's both painful and intensely violating. You wail wordlessly as he mercilessly continues to force his cock in you. You start babbling out breathless pleas to stop stop please it hurts it hurts please, but he only grunts out.
"What, you're a man aren't you? Well this is how men get fucked. Shut up and take it you fucking fag."
He bottoms out in you and you gasp for breath at this short reprieve, before he pulls almost all the way back out of you and slams his full weight on you to push back in. You start to scream for real now, but he shoves your head into the mattress to muffle your cries and keeps fucking you at a brutal pace.
You don't know how long it goes on for, you feel like you're on the verge of passing out.
Eventually he picks up the pace even more and snarls out "Fuck you've got a tight fucking ass, you're about to make me cum."
Then you feel him bury himself all the way inside you and he moans as he cums in you.
After, he unceremoniously pulls himself out of you and gets dressed while you lay there in shock, only half conscious. He walks back over to the bed and tosses something onto the bed.
"Here's some money for the room, and my number for when you want to get fucked again. Keep the spreader bar, I'll use it on you next time anyway." And then walks back out.
Eventually the hotel maid finds you still laying on the bed cuffed and you manage to convince her it was just a self experiment gone wrong. You hated what happened, you're sure of it....but you keep his number.
And then two days later you finally text it, asking to be ruined again.