"No, I won't! I won't, Poe! It's not happening!"

His wrists pressed hard into Poe's hands but the grip wouldn't let up. He squirmed beneath him, trying to get away, buck him off, something.

But he could also feel himself getting hard. It wasn't with nearly as much pleasure as the other times, just the knowledge that his body was betraying him again. Once he realized it was happening, that this felt good in that same sick way, he started fighting harder.