This story is fictional and all characters are over 18

I finally got the nerve to do it. I went out and got a hotel room, and posted on a rape kink sub. I posted the hotel and room number. I recently broke up with a guy, and it's been killing me that he was the last one to fuck me. I needed someone else to do it.

So I made my post, along with one on several other subs. I didn't post the room number on any of the others, though. I was at the hotel for probably 3 hours, with no takers on Grindr or sniffies. A couple guys said they were coming but never showed. I had the little metal latch thing on the door done so that the door wouldn't lock, which to be honestly, I completely forgot about. I wasn't getting much play on Grindr, and I figured it was because it was still early in the day, around 4pm. So I set a timer on my phone for 2 hours, and took a nap. All I was wearing was a wife beater and a Jockstrap.

I woke up the feeling of weight on top of me, and all out panic set in. I was confused, couldn't make heads or tails of the situation. I was sleeping on my stomach, in the same "face down, ass up" position I had been waiting in for hours while messing around on Grindr. I was genuinely freaked out. There was no kinky desire for this to happen anymore. Total, blinding fear and panic being woken up like that.

Now, I'm a big dude. 6'3, 265 pounds. This guy was pinning me like a pro, he had one hand grabbing both my wrists behind me, and the other forearm was on the back of my neck. I don't know what he was saying, because I don't speak Spanish, but he was rapidly saying something into my ear. I caught the word "mariposa" and that was it.

That's when I felt it. It was enormous. I hadn't gotten any hits on Grindr, so I hadn't put a plug in or even lubed up. And he was shoving it in. He was too low, and only half on the hole and it hurt like a mother fucker. He prepositioned and thrust his hips forward. He drove his entire cock into, balls deep, in one thrust. I. Fucking. Screamed. I've played around with painal before, but this wasn't like anything I'd ever felt. It hurt so bad I thought I was going to pass the fuck out. I thought I was a bottom, y'all. This has me rethinking that. He didn't wait. He pulled it out all the way and shoved it right back in. He did that probably 10 times, taking it out all the way and going back in as hard as he could while I made noises that could break glass. At some point he put his arm under my neck instead of on top of it and put me in a choke hold. I genuinely thought I was going to black out a few times, but he always stopped right before I did. Whenever he did this I could hear him counting in Spanish under his breath.

I stopped struggling after a few minutes (that felt like hours!), and he let go of my arms and neck, and started really going wild, fucking me like his life depended on it, smacking my ass and grabbing my hips.

After a few minutes if this he reached under me and grabbed my balls and started squeezing them, hunched over while he humped away. I've never been into CBT, and I genuinely don't like ball pain. He squeezed the fuck out of them and pulled on them and called me mariposa over and over again. I was literally crying at this point, but genuinely afraid to even beg him to stop. I thought I wanted this. I did not. I just wanted it over with. Finally he started to grunt and his thrusts became really uneven. I felt him unload into me and collapse on top of me, still squeezing my nuts. He laid there for a minute then got up, walked over to the other bed in the room and sat down. I can see him now for the first time. He's young, 25ish, and dark skinned. He's got really intricate, well done tattoos on his bare chest, and he's pretty smooth and twinkish. I start to sit up and he looks me dead in the eye and says "wait!" In this really firm tone.

I wait.

Several minutes to by, and any time I try to move, he glares at me and says wait again. I'm so worried he's just waiting to get hard again, or that he's going to actually try to fight me.

The whole time he's texting on his phone. After several minutes, probably 10 or so, I see him look up towards the door and hear it open behind me. I go to move, to cover myself, and he snaps up and grabs my head. "no! You wait!"

I feel the next guy climb on top of me, and I just want to die. I can't do it again. My hole is so sore and raw after that. He was first guy to fuck me in several weeks, and I'm 100 percent sure he ripped me. I start to struggle again, and the guy behind grabs my love handles and starts shoving it in while the first guy lays his body across my back and pins me down. First guy reaches under me and starts assaulting my balls again while the second guy rapes my ass. Second guy didn't last very long, only about 5 minutes, but he's much bigger than the first guy, and my hole is so sore that it hurts even worse now. Plus, he's hitting that bend in the colon that hurts so damn bad when they just ram against it.

When the second guy comes they both get off of me and I sit up. Second is older, 45 or so, and white with a shaved head and a cock with a bend in it. I can see blood on it, it's frothy from mixing with the cum he fucked into me from the first guy.

They both got dressed without another word and left. I packed up my stuff and went home, checking out early.

I'm home now, and I'm hurting. I looked up with to do for a torn anus, but nothing is helping this relentless pain. Plus my balls are swollen and throbbing.

I learned a lesson tonight on the difference between a fantast and a fetish, y'all.