He Came Back Looking for Them, and This Time They Set the Rules

Aníbal had turned fifty-eight long ago, and since that night in the alley he had not slept soundly once. It wasn’t fear that kept him awake, but memory. Three women had cornered him against the brick wall, used him however they pleased, and left him lying there like an old rag. Any man with common sense would have been grateful to leave in one piece. He, instead, couldn’t think about anything else.

That was why, when Renata reappeared at the corner bar a few days later, Aníbal knew he would go wherever she led him. He recognized her at once: dark hair half pulled back, short dress, that way of looking him up and down like someone sizing up a tool before buying it.

—So you came back —she said, sitting down beside him without asking permission.

—I didn’t come back for you. I was just passing by —he lied.

Renata smiled crookedly. She rested two fingers on the back of his hand, with no pressure, barely a brush, and even so Aníbal felt the air leave his chest.

—You’re a terrible liar —she murmured—. It’s written all over your face. You want more. You want me to grab your cock again like that night, don’t you? You want me to suck it until I make you cry.

Yes. He wanted more. And that scared him more than any threat.

—Tonight you’re coming to my place —she went on, no longer sounding like she was asking—. The girls and I are going to have a good time. But this time we play by our rules. If you come through that door, you’re coming in accepting them. Understood?

At the back of the place, the other two were watching him from a table. Carla, the blonde, lifted her beer in a mocking toast. Pilar, the shortest of the three, laughed with her hand over her mouth. Aníbal swallowed, nodded, and knew he had just signed something whose price he still didn’t understand.

***

The address led him to a secluded house at the end of a dark street with no streetlights. The walls were peeling, and the smell of damp greeted him as soon as he crossed the threshold. The three of them were waiting in the living room, spread out as if they had rehearsed the scene: Renata standing in the center, Carla lounging on the sofa, Pilar sitting on the arm of a chair with her legs dangling.

—Come in, don’t stay in the doorway —Carla said, giving him a slap on the shoulder that pushed him inside—. This has only just started.

The room was dim, lit only by a floor lamp with a crooked shade. There was a wide mattress on the floor, covered with a clean sheet, and beside it a closed wooden box. Aníbal glanced at it out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t want to ask.

—Take off your clothes —Renata ordered—. Slowly. I want to see your cock from the moment you pull your pants down.

He obeyed awkwardly, his fingers fumbling at the shirt buttons. When he pulled down his pants and then his underwear, his cock was already swelling on its own, half hard, hanging heavy between his thighs in full view of the three of them. He felt ridiculous, exposed, with his body made heavy under that meager light. But the three women didn’t laugh the way he had expected. They watched him in silence, assessing him, and that silence unsettled him far more than any insult.

—Look at it getting hard all by itself —Pilar murmured, licking her lips—. We haven’t even touched it and it’s already standing up.

—Good —Renata said at last—. Now listen, because I’m saying this only once. Nobody here is going to really hurt you. But everything else is on the table. We’re going to tie you up, we’re going to use your mouth, your ass, your cock, whatever we feel like. If at any point you want to stop, you say “red” and it ends. Do you understand the word?

—Red —he repeated, his voice rough.

—Perfect. I hope I don’t hear it.

Aníbal nodded. And for the first time in his life he felt that giving up control could be a relief instead of a defeat.

***

Pilar opened the box. She took out thick cotton ropes, soft to the touch, and began wrapping them around his wrists with a skill that revealed practice. She didn’t tighten them until they cut; she tightened them until it was clear there was no way out. She made him kneel on the mattress and crossed his arms behind his back, tying them with a series of loops that strained his shoulders without hurting him.

—Look at him just taking it —Carla commented, coming closer—. So big and so tame. And with that little cock hanging there hard as a twenty-year-old’s.

—It’s what he wanted —Renata said—. It’s been written in his eyes since he walked in.

They tied his ankles too, spreading his legs apart, and left him kneeling in the center of the mattress, his torso bent forward and his cock fully exposed, pointing at the ceiling. Aníbal felt every pulse in his temples. His heart hammered in his chest, and between fear and anticipation he noticed his body responding without permission, betraying him just like that first night. A thick thread of pre-cum was already glistening at the tip of his glans.

Renata crouched in front of him and took his chin between two fingers, forcing him to raise his gaze.

—Tonight you’re not a man —she told him slowly, almost sweetly—. You’re a hole with three mouths for us. And from the face you’re making, and the way your cock is leaking, you like that. Am I wrong?

He didn’t answer. It wasn’t necessary. She read it in the tremor of his breathing and smiled like someone winning a bet. She ran her thumb over his glans, gathering the transparent bead, and brought it to her mouth, sucking it slowly while holding his gaze. Aníbal let out a muffled groan and the ropes creaked around his wrists.

***

Carla was first. She stood behind him, ripped off her T-shirt in one tug, and pressed herself against his back without a bra, crushing her tits against his shoulder blades. She dragged her nails across his chest, down to his belly, leaving a trail of shivers, and took her time. There was no hurry in her movements; that calculated slowness was, in itself, a form of torture. She wrapped one hand around his cock and began to jerk it very slowly, barely closing her fingers, never giving him the pressure he needed. She spoke into his ear, her words warm against the back of his neck.

—Feel my hand, old man? Feel how I’ve got your cock? I could make you come in two minutes if I wanted. But I don’t want to. You’re going to stay like this all night, cock hard and balls full, until Renata says so.

Aníbal closed his eyes. Each sentence tightened his body a little more. When Carla’s hand slid down to fondle his testicles, squeezing them lightly, weighing them, a long gasp escaped him.

—Look at him trembling —Pilar laughed, having sat down on a chair in front of him so she wouldn’t miss a thing, her skirt hiked up and one hand buried between her thighs—. We haven’t even started.

Renata knelt again in front of him and gently pulled his gray hair back, stretching his neck.

—Open your mouth —she said.

She kissed him. It wasn’t a tender kiss: it was a way of marking territory, of reminding him who decided. She pushed her tongue deep into his mouth, tangled it with his, bit his lower lip until he let out a moan, then pulled away, leaving him panting, hungry for more like a starving animal. Without taking her eyes off him, she stood, hiked her dress up to her waist, and pulled down her panties, letting them fall to the floor. Her pussy was now level with Aníbal’s face, shaved, shiny with wetness, and the smell hit him all at once.

—Stick out your tongue —she ordered, gripping the back of his neck with both hands.

She slammed her pussy against his mouth and ground herself slowly over it, forcing him to lick her from top to bottom. Aníbal started to suck her as best he could, tied up, unable to use his hands, with his nose pressed against her mound and his chin soaked. He found her clit with the tip of his tongue and latched onto it, circling, sucking, while Renata moaned over him and pulled harder and harder on his hair.

—Like that, filthy old man, like that. Get it inside. Stick your whole tongue in my cunt.

He obeyed, driving it in to the root, fucking her with his mouth. Renata rode his face with a short, firm rhythm, rubbing her clit against his nose until her breath broke and she clamped her head between her thighs in a spasm. She came over his mouth with a guttural moan, and Aníbal swallowed everything that spilled from her, licking away the last drop.

—Please —he murmured afterward, his lips shining, not even sure what he was asking for.

—“Please” —Renata repeated, savoring the word—. Learn to say it properly, because you’re going to use it a lot tonight.

***

They made him wait. That was the worst part and the best part at the same time. The three moved around him, touched each other, laughed, deliberately ignored him while he stayed tied up, exposed, burning, cock hard and pointing at the ceiling, balls tight enough to ache. Carla took off her skirt and stayed in her panties; Pilar stripped completely and climbed onto the sofa, spreading her legs. Carla threw herself on her and started eating her pussy hungrily, sucking noisily, while Pilar pressed her head against her crotch and asked her to put two fingers inside. Aníbal could only watch, unable to intervene, the ropes reminding him with every tug that he was in no position to command anything, and his cock dripping pre-cum onto the mattress.

—Want somebody to touch you? —Renata asked, pacing in front of him, completely naked now, toying with her own nipples.

—Yes —he admitted, his voice breaking.

—Ask for it.

—Please... touch my cock. Please.

—Louder. Let all three of us hear you.

He repeated it, louder, with not a shred of pride, and discovered that the less of himself he had left, the freer he felt. Renata rewarded him by crouching in front of him, prying his mouth open with two fingers and spitting inside. Then she grabbed his cock, wrapped her lips around it, and took it to the back of her throat in one go. Aníbal let out a muffled cry. She sucked him slowly, swallowing him until her nose brushed his pubis, pulling off with a wet sound, then taking him back in. She ran her tongue under the glans, sucked his testicles one by one, taking them whole into her mouth, and every time she felt him tense she stopped dead, squeezing the base of his cock with thumb and forefinger to cut off his climax.

—Not yet —she murmured—. Don’t even think about it.

***

The session was long and meticulous. They brought him to the edge again and again, and every time they felt he was too close, they stopped dead, leaving him suspended in unbearable tension. Pilar came over, climbed onto his lap from behind, and sat down slowly, impaling herself on his cock centimeter by centimeter. Aníbal felt the girl’s cunt open around him, hot, tight, wet, and had to bite his lip until it bled not to come right then and there.

—Oh, what a nice cock, old man —Pilar panted, starting to move up and down—. So nice. Look at how it goes in me.

She rode him in short jumps, gripping his thighs, while Carla stood in front of him and shoved her tits into his mouth so he would suck them. Renata directed the pace of everything with the coldness of an orchestra conductor.

—Hold out —Renata ordered every time she saw him about to lose control—. You don’t come until I say so. That’s the rule.

When Pilar came on top of him with a shriek, clenching his cock inside her in spasms, she got up and Carla took her place. Carla got on all fours on the mattress in front of him, and the other two loosened his ankles just enough for him to position himself behind her. Renata took his cock and guided it into Carla’s pussy herself.

—Now fuck her. Hard. Like we taught you.

Aníbal began to thrust with his hands still tied behind his back, putting his weight into his hips, fucking the blonde with deep strokes that shook her ass each time. Carla moaned against the mattress, pushing herself back to take him, begging louder.

—That’s it, daddy, wreck my cunt. Put it all the way in.

Pilar crouched beside him and licked his balls while he fucked her; Renata pulled his hair from behind, setting the rhythm. Aníbal clenched his teeth. Sweat ran down his forehead, the ropes burned around his wrists, and yet never in his life had he felt so alive. His body begged him to give in, but something deeper asked him to obey, to wait, to deserve permission.

—Please —he gasped at last, trembling from head to toe, his cock buried to the root in Carla’s cunt—. I can’t take it anymore. Please. Let me come.

Renata yanked him out. She grabbed his cock, wet with juices, and turned him over on the mattress, seating him with his back against the wall. The three women knelt in front of him, pressed close together, mouths open and tongues out.

—Now —she said in a low voice—. Now yes. Come on our faces.

Renata took his cock in her fist and started jerking him fast, her wrist firm. It took only four strokes. The orgasm hit him like a jolt. His whole body tensed against the ropes, a hoarse cry escaped his throat, and for an instant the world turned white. Thick ropes of semen shot out one after another, splattering Renata’s cheek, landing on Carla’s tongue, slipping between Pilar’s tits. The three women laughed, passing his cum between them with their fingers, licking one another’s faces without taking their eyes off him, while he collapsed forward, spent, emptied, breathing in ragged gasps and still pulsing, leaking the last drops.

***

For a while, no one said anything. Pilar brought him a glass of water and held it for him to drink. Carla loosened the ropes around his wrists a little, checking that his circulation was fine. That unexpected care, after so much harshness, threw him off balance almost more than anything before.

—You still intact? —Renata asked, sitting down beside him on the mattress.

—Yes —he answered, with a tired smile—. Better than intact.

—Good. Because this was only the first part. You still have to let us take your ass. And we’re leaving that for tomorrow morning, when you’re fresh.

Aníbal looked up, not sure whether she was serious. Renata returned his gaze calmly and tucked a damp lock of hair behind his ear.

—It’s the weekend —Carla said from the sofa, stretching like a cat, still naked and with her thighs shining—. We’ve got until Sunday. And we haven’t even opened half the box yet.

They didn’t untie him completely. They left his wrists held loosely, threw a blanket over him, and switched off the crooked lamp. The room fell dark, silent, with the distant murmur of the three of them laughing in the kitchen.

Aníbal closed his eyes. His body ached in a way that, against all logic, felt sweet. He knew they would come back. And although part of him wondered what the hell he had gotten himself into, the other part —the sincerest part, the one that had spent years keeping quiet— was waiting for those three women to return with a mixture of fear and desire he had no intention of confessing to anyone.