No

John's begging didn't reached the man. He opened his pants, pulled out his hard cock and forcefully shoved it into John's ass. "You have such a tight ass, just what I like." The man said as he thrusted his cock in and out.

John wanted to cry, to shout, to try anything to make the man stop, to stop the thing he didn't wanted to do. But his voice betrayed him. Instead of cries moans came out of his mouth. And his body also betrayed John's mind. The rubbing from before and now the fucking caused him to feel an unwanted pleasure, causing his penis to get hard. And it didn't end after a few seconds. Over a few minutes the man fucked John's ass until he finally shot his cum into it.

And John too couldn't hold it and finally shot his cum onto the wall he bent against, as he had a huge orgasm. It wasn't as huge as the one he had as Dr. Valentine fucked him, but it was strong enough to cause his legs to give in. He dropped on the ground and panted while cum flowed out of his ass and some more dropped from the man's cock onto his jacket and hair/wig.

"That was a nice fuck." The man said and pulled some money our of his pants pocket after he put his penis back into the pants. He let the money fall on John. "If you want to have a good time again, you'll find me around here." The man walked away, leaving John all to himself.

After John had rested enough, he got up, totally ashamed of what had happened. "Oh my god, I just got ****." He said and blushed as he remembered the betrayal of his body, the pleasure he felt. He looked at the money on the ground. It was a lot for him. Such a sum he never had, he only saw it and more with the rich kids.