In September 2014 I went working over in Split for eight weeks. It was part of an expansion the company I still work for was carrying out. Along with a another older colleague, we were given a flat to live in, but it was mostly work and very long hours, so we hardly stayed there. After five weeks, my colleague went back to the UK as his mother was seriously ill. I remained, just as the workload eased off, and I was able to relax more in the flat.

Asleep one late afternoon, I was awoken by a loud noise and rose up from my bed to find a huge guy stood in the doorway. Before I could say anything, he was on top of me and ripping off my boxers. The guy was really big and with me being five feet six and only one hundred and five pounds wet through, I had no chance of pushing him off me. Before I knew it I felt his hot wet tongue licking at my arsehole as I was pinned to the bed. I tried telling the man I wasn't gay, but all I got was a sharp crack to the back of my head. Totally aware of the size of the man, I shut up and told myself to let him do as he wished. Let him finish and see where it lead from there.

The tongue licking of my arsehole lasted a long long time. He kept on pulling my arse cheeks apart, shoving a finger up my arse, then bending back down to lap at my hole. Finally he pressed my head hard into the pillow, and I felt his hard cock pushing against my rear hole. I made some sort of noise and it was greeted by yet another crack. Any pretense to the fact he might feel sorry for me, went. Saying something to me in Croatian, there was a sharp pain in my arsehole and I knew his cock had entered me.

There isn't a description that defines just how much pain I felt for the next five to ten minutes. It was abject and it was the worst pain I'd ever felt, but it was mixed and that's why I can't find the words. It was almost you could say, pain with hidden pleasure, but then again it hurt like nothing before or since.

Feeling his weight on me only added to the whole experience of helplessness. I was being fucked and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. Then like a switch going off in my brain, the pain went to be replaced by the most wonderful of feelings up my arsehole and all along my cock and balls. It was and I'm not over exaggerating here, the most special of feelings I've ever had. From total misery, to absolute joy and I let him know by shouting out as best I could "Oh yeh". Those two words changed everything. Moving us into a spoons position, I had his arm wrap around me as he began to masturbate my already hard cock. At the same time his other hand took hold of my chin and I had my head turned to his. From being an unwilling sexual partner who was asleep in his own rented flat in a foreign country, to a twenty two year old hetrosexual man who began to be kissed, and kiss back a guy who had taken him violently and sexually.

I'm not sure why I reacted the way I did. Someone I've spoken too since, has told me it's a away of giving out messages to your attacker, you're going to give them everything and more, if they release you from any further hurt. And to that point, I eventually moved around and over his body to mount his cock. He was smiling from ear to ear by then, but also by then I was a willing partner, no longer caring about our initial start. With him thrusting up into my arsehole, I leaned over and we kissed again. In all we had sex for over an hour, and most of it was consensual sex. Finally with my legs up onto his massive hairy chest, he pummel fucked me to orgasm just before he spurted every drop of his cum deep inside of my bowels.

Yannick stayed that night, and visited me in the flat over the next three weeks. Again I'm not sure why I didn't tell anyone. Probabaly because by the time he left the following morning, I was greedily sucking on his large fat cock, getting him ready to fuck me all over again.

I no longer work over in Split, but I do fly over every six weeks or so and stay in a hotel. I'm normally there for three nights and each night I have a visitor who no longer see's crime as his way of living. To the outside world I am a hetrosexual man who works hard. But when I'm with Yannick, believe me I become his cock loving slut and I couldn't be happier that we met the way we did.