/>I was intoxicated by the alcohol. Overwhelmed by the acute agony and the shock of being fucked by another man, the reality hit me. He was my friend and colleague. He was a married man, for Christ's sake!

No, this couldn't be happening.

I weakly struggled to pull my thoughts together as, somewhere far away, I was aware of Franz's weight on me; of my wrists pinned down by his hands; of him moving in and out of me steadily in long strokes, boldly having his way with me.

All my other senses were dulled, taking a backseat to the physical pain I was mentally struggling to disconnect from. Far away I could hear the sound of laboured breathing and after a few moments I realised that at least half of it was my own.

Passively I laid there where Franz had thrown me. The pain was gradually fading into a dull throbbing ache as my body adapted to the onslaught and I willed myself to surrender to the pleasure of what I was experiencing.

My entire body felt numb and warm. The heat produced by my pounding heart and remorseless arousal was so intense. I was now lightly perspiring and I was certain that Franz was doing the same, despite the coolness of the room.

His thrusts were relentless and showed no signs of letting up. Perhaps it was the drink, or maybe the man was just blessed with inhuman endurance. All I know is that it felt like he'd been fucking me for hours. I had no concept of how long it had really been.

There was no tenderness in the act. No affection. Just sex for its own sake.

The friction of his movements as he pounded into me was fast pulling me closer and closer to the edge. A newfound energy surged through my body and every nerve in me was switched on. I began to moan lightly, only partially aware that I was doing so. I was powerless to do anything but react. Soon I felt my temperature rise further and my muscles tighten as wave after wave of pleasure seized me and an unusually vocal orgasm was wrenched from my body. I'd never felt so uninhibited or come so hard before in my life.

This served to intensify Franz's passion, and the rhythm of his thrusts increased, his strokes becoming noticeably harder and faster. He was getting closer. He did his best to contain his cries as he came inside me. I couldn't feel anything at that point but I knew he had finished.

His cock still buried deep inside me, he collapsed on top of me and waited for his breathing to return to normal. That was the last thing I remembered.

Physically and mentally exhausted, I must have passed out.

The next morning I awoke curled up in the armchair with a quilt around me. I was still naked, my head was pounding and it was cold. I wrapped the blanket more tightly around myself as Franz appeared from the kitchen with a glass of water. He gave me a warm little smile and told me to drink.

"I went to the bakery," he added. "There's fresh bread in there if you're hungry."

It was as though