Tell the hiker that you want to him

You turn to the hiker. "I have an idea," you tell him as he finishes stripping off his briefs and stands nude before you. He is tan and fit, not muscular, but lean with broad shoulders and a large, uncut cock. "I want to **** you, so I need you to pretend like you don't want this. Think you can do that, big boy?"

"Yes."

"Good. I want you to struggle, fight, scream, beg, cry, but don't say that it hurts unless you want me to stop. Got it?"

"Yes," he says again.

You glance over at Harold, who looks like he wants to run away, but can't bring himself to leave. To the hiker, you say, "Okay, big, boy -- show time."

He immediately springs to life, giving you a shove as he tries to run past you. Using your demonic speed and strength, you catch him by the wrist and jerk him back. He shouts in surprise as you stick your foot out and trip him, sending him sprawling on his face on the cloak. Snatching up his discarded briefs, you drop on him as he scrambles to get back up.

"Stop it! Let me go!" he shouts. You grab his wrists and **** his arms behind his back, using his underwear to tie his wrists together. "No! No, stop it!" Movement draws your attention and you glance over as Harold begins to pace along the edge of the cloak, chewing at his thumbnail. His expression is painfully conflicted, made worse by his swiftly filling cock.

"Well done, big boy," you murmur, climbing off of him. He begins to thrash and you have to pin him down with a knee in the middle of his back. Looking over at Harold, you make sure he's watching before licking your first two fingers. Harold's eyes widen as you slide your slick fingers between the hiker's cheeks and rub against his tight pucker.

"Stop, please!" the hiker shouts. "Don't touch me there!"

"Oh, I'm going to touch you," you tell him. "I'm going to touch your dark, dirty places. I'm going to shove my cock so deep you're going to taste my cum."

"No, please! You can't fuck me; I'm not gay!"

You chuckle and slide one finger inside him, teasing that tight ring and all those sensitive nerve endings. The hiker shudders beneath you and draws hissing breaths between his teeth as you stretch his opening, adding a second finger as you thrust into him, slowly at first, then faster, harder, deeper. You lean close to his ass and spit into his crack, easing the friction.

"Please stop...please stop..." the hiker pants, his muscles tightening. You could make him cum, if you wanted to.