My Dominant Neighbor Was Waiting for Me with Her Friends

Sebastián had been living in the university residence for three days and still hadn’t found the courage to introduce himself out loud to anyone. He walked the corridors pressed against the walls, tall but hunched over, his fringe covering his eyes like a protective curtain. The girls on his floor seemed like creatures from another planet: loud, shameless, absolute owners of every square meter of the building.

Among them all, there was one who threw him off balance just by crossing paths with him in the hallway. Her name was Renata. Jet-black hair cut in a bob, a tiny piercing in her lower lip, and a way of looking that seemed to catalog every gesture anyone else made. She wasn’t the most outrageous one in the group. She was worse: she was the one who stayed quiet and watched.

When she smiled, the smile never reached her eyes. It was the kind of smile that promised things that probably shouldn’t be promised at a first meeting.

They ran into each other for the first time in the communal kitchen at eleven at night. He was trying to heat water in silence, as if the mere fact of existing deserved an apology. She came in barefoot, wearing gym shorts and a white T-shirt that revealed the shadow of her bra underneath and the outline of two small, firm tits with her nipples showing through from the cold.

—You’re the one from 408, right? —she asked without saying hello.

Sebastián nodded without lifting his eyes from the kettle.

—I saw you yesterday in the hallway. You walk like you have to apologize for breathing.

He felt the heat rising up his neck to his ears. He didn’t know what to say. He just stared at the bubbles beginning to form in the water, as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world.

Renata took another step closer, leaned a hip against the counter, and tilted her head to study him up close.

—I like you. You’re… deliciously shy.

Sebastián nearly dropped the mug on the floor.

***

Over the next few days, she started appearing “by chance” in all the same places he was. The study lounge when he settled in with his notes. The third-floor coffee machine just when he came down. The hallway at half past eleven at night, when he came back from the shared bathroom with a towel over his shoulder.

Each time she tossed out some direct comment, some calculated provocation that made him blush and, at the same time, feel seen in a way no one ever had before. “You have nicer shoulders than a boy this quiet should have.” “Do you always go to bed this early, or only when I’m around?” “One day I’m going to make you talk louder, I promise.”

The fourth night they ended up alone in the hallway, she came close enough that only a hand’s width remained between them. She smelled like mint shampoo and something else, something warm he couldn’t identify.

—Do you want to come to my room for a bit? —she whispered—. My roommates are watching some terrible movie in the lounge. We can… chat quietly.

His hands were trembling when he opened his own bedroom door to leave his hoodie inside. When he came back out, Renata was still leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed and that half smile on her face.

—Good boy —she said softly.

***

Renata’s room smelled of cheap incense and clean laundry. The bed was unmade, the desk covered with books and two empty mugs. On the wall above the headboard there was a black flag with no symbol on it, plain, almost threatening in its minimalism.

She shut the door with her foot. She stood in front of Sebastián, who had sat down on the edge of the bed with his hands on his knees like a child visiting a distant relative’s house.

—Do I make you nervous? —she asked while pulling her T-shirt over her head with a slow, almost theatrical motion.

She was wearing a plain black bra. No lace, nothing flashy, but on her everything looked expensive. She unclasped it from the front with two fingers and let it fall to the floor. Two small, perky tits, dark nipples already hard, pointing at him as if they had a will of their own.

—A little —he admitted in a thread of a voice.

—Just a little?

—A lot —he corrected.

Renata sat astride his thighs. Her weight was light, but the feeling of having her there, on top of him, with her naked tits at mouth level, sped up his heartbeat until he felt dizzy. She held his face in both hands and kissed him slowly, giving him time to respond, to loosen up. She slid her tongue all the way into the roof of his mouth, playing with his, sucking on it as if giving him a demonstration of what she knew how to do with her mouth.

Sebastián’s hands moved up and down her back as if asking permission with every inch of skin. She caught one wrist and brought it straight to a breast, forcing him to squeeze. When he clumsily pinched the nipple, Renata let out a low moan and bit his lower lip with just enough pressure for him to release a small, contained gasp.

—Suck my tits —she ordered in his ear.

Sebastián lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking with the clumsiness of someone who had never done it before. She grabbed the back of his neck, dug her nails in gently, and guided the movement, teaching him to lick in circles, to bite slowly, to suck hard until she arched. He could feel his cock pushing against the boxer fabric, hard, pressing the inside of his thigh.

Then she pulled back a little and stared at him.

—Take off your pants.

He obeyed awkwardly, cheeks burning. He was left in his boxers, sitting on the bed, legs slightly apart from pure nerves. The bulge was obscenely visible in the gray cotton, with a wet patch already forming at the tip.

Renata stood in front of him. She studied him as if deciding what to do with a newly unwrapped gift.

—I’m going to do something that might hurt a little —she murmured—. But you’re also going to like it. Do you trust me?

Sebastián swallowed. He nodded.

She bent down until she was level with his eyes.

—Say “yes, Renata.”

—Y-yes, Renata.

—Good boy.

***

She straightened. Took a step back. And, without warning, she lifted her right leg with almost gymnastic precision and delivered a dry, calculated kick right into the center between his legs.

The impact was exact. Not hard enough to make him vomit, but enough for the air to leave his lungs in a sharp, broken cry.

Sebastián doubled over, his hands flying instinctively to his crotch, tears springing to his eyes at once. Renata didn’t flinch. She simply looked at him with that unsettling calm of hers.

—Shhh… breathe through your nose. Slowly.

Right then, the door opened.

Three girls came in, stifling laughter. The first, a short blonde with her hair tied in a bun, was holding her phone in her hand and clearly recording everything. The second, a brunette with round glasses, covered her mouth as if trying not to burst out laughing. The third —the tallest, with shoulder-length brown hair— simply crossed her arms and said:

—Damn, Renata, what aim.

Sebastián tried to cover himself, to make himself small, to disappear into the mattress. But Renata took his wrists gently and pulled them aside, exposing him again.

—Don’t cover yourself, sweetheart. Let them see you properly.

***

The three of them moved in quickly, surrounding the bed as if it were the stage for a meticulously rehearsed act. The blonde, whom Renata called Julieta, knelt on one side of the mattress. The brunette with the phone —Andrea— stood directly in front, adjusting the focus. The tall one, Paula, stayed standing on the other side, supervising with her arms still crossed.

—Take his boxers off —Renata ordered without taking her eyes off Sebastián—. I want them to see exactly what I gave him.

Sebastián let out a “no, please” so quiet it was almost inaudible. No one paid attention. Julieta and Paula each grabbed one side of the boxer waistband and pulled down in a single coordinated motion, as if they had practiced it a thousand times.

The fabric slid down his thighs and got stuck at his ankles. He was left completely exposed: his half-hard cock bouncing against his stomach, the glans already peeking out from the foreskin with a fat drop of pre-cum hanging from the tip, his balls reddened from the recent blow, the skin of his scrotum tight and slightly swollen, his gaze lost among the four girls surrounding him.

Andrea brought the phone within inches of his cock.

—Look at this cutie —she said, laughing—. It’s perfect for photos. Look how it’s dripping.

Renata bent down and, with two fingers, took his dick by the base and straightened it upward so it would be more visible to the camera. Sebastián gasped. The three girls pulled out their phones. The flashes started. Click, click, click. Different angles: from above, from the side, moving the lens in until it almost brushed the shiny glans.

Sebastián squeezed his eyes shut. His cheeks burned so much his cheekbones hurt. His whole body trembled with a shame he had never felt in his life.

Julieta was the first to touch him. She ran her burgundy-painted nails slowly along the length of his cock, tracing deliberate circles around the glans that made his whole body contract. Then she went down to his testicles and barely brushed the reddened skin with the tip of one finger.

—Look how he reacts —she commented, fascinated—. So sensitive. Look how hard he’s getting.

Paula joined in. With her open palm she gave his swollen balls a few soft, almost playful taps, each impact making his cock bounce and Sebastián let out a muffled little moan.

—Oh, look at this —Andrea said between laughs, filming with her phone—. He’s getting harder and harder. The shy one is so fucking hard.

And it was true. Despite the lingering pain in his balls, or maybe precisely because of the absolute humiliation of being exposed and groped in front of four girls who were laughing quietly, his cock became completely hard. First a slight movement, then more obvious. It stood up slowly, throbbing against his stomach, thick, veins standing out, the purple glans shining with so much pre-cum that it was already running down the shaft to the base.

The girls burst into contained laughter.

—Unbelievable —said Julieta—. He loves being humiliated in front of everyone. Look how it’s coming out the tip.

Julieta ran a finger over the glans, collected a drop of pre-cum and brought it to her tongue without taking her eyes off Sebastián. Then she bent down, stuck out her tongue, and gave him a long lick from the balls to the tip, gathering up the thread of clear fluid hanging there. Sebastián let out a guttural groan he couldn’t control.

—It’s delicious —Julieta said, licking her lips—. Like salty candy.

Andrea, without stopping recording with one hand, also bent down and took the entire glans into her mouth. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowed, and let it go with a wet sound that echoed through the whole room. A strand of saliva stayed hanging from the tip.

—Fuck —murmured Sebastián, legs shaking.

—Not yet, sweetheart —Renata said, stroking his hair—. Don’t you dare come yet.

Paula squeezed the base of his cock with two fingers, cutting off the impulse, while Julieta kept licking his aching balls with almost medical slowness. Sebastián let out a whimper mixed with pleasure.

Renata leaned toward him and whispered in his ear, loud enough for the others to hear too:

—See? Your cock doesn’t lie, little one. It turns you on like crazy to be looked at like this. Exposed, aching, with three strangers sucking you at once and recording everything.

***

Andrea kept filming while Paula gave his balls another tap, a little firmer this time, making the erection visibly jump. Sebastián let out a long moan, a mix of shame and warped pleasure, and a thick stream of pre-cum slid down the shaft and fell onto his abdomen.

Julieta grabbed his cock by the base and started jerking him slowly, her wrist turning with each upward stroke as if she were winding skin around him. With her other hand she weighed his balls, squeezing them just enough, gauging how much he could take.

—Look how big the mute one has it —she said—. And look at the veins. Doesn’t look like it.

Paula climbed onto the bed, knelt right beside Sebastián’s face, and pulled her leggings down to her knees. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. A shaved cunt, the inner lips already peeking out swollen and glossy with wetness. She pressed it within two fingers of his mouth.

—Lick me —she ordered, grabbing him by the hair—. If you behave, maybe we’ll let you come.

Sebastián stuck out his tongue with the awkwardness of someone who had never eaten pussy before and gave her lips a timid lick. Paula growled, squeezed the back of his neck harder, and rubbed her pussy all over his mouth, soaking his cheeks in her juices.

—Deeper, fuck. Put it in all the way.

He obeyed. He buried his tongue between her lips, groped for the clit and started sucking it with more eagerness than technique. Paula threw her head back and let out a long moan, grinding her cunt against his face while Julieta kept wanking him below. Andrea circled around them with the phone, first focusing on Sebastián’s face buried between Paula’s legs, then on the cock dripping between Julieta’s fingers.

At some point Renata had taken off her shorts. She straddled Sebastián’s mouth as soon as Paula moved aside, her cunt already soaked and her clit peeking between her lips. She rubbed herself slowly, leaving all her wetness on his nose and chin.

—Suck my clit —she whispered—. Just like you did to her. And if I bite your hair, that means you’re doing it right.

Sebastián stuck out his tongue and licked her clit with the tip, in circles, just as he had just learned. Renata moaned, grabbed the headboard, and started rocking on his face. His mouth was dripping. His chin was dripping. His neck was dripping.

Meanwhile, Julieta had picked up the pace on the wank. She squeezed the glans on every upward stroke, twisted her wrist on every downward one. The aching balls started tightening against his body.

—He’s about to come —Julieta announced—. He’s getting there.

—Don’t you dare —hissed Renata from above, still rubbing herself over his face—. Hold on, sweetheart. Hold on until I come in your mouth.

Sebastián clenched his teeth, licked harder, faster, his tongue clamping down on Renata’s clit. She moaned deep in her throat, yanked his hair with both hands, and came in a spasm that shook her hips. She drenched his whole face with hot, thick juices. Sebastián swallowed them as best he could, half choking, half in ecstasy.

Renata got off him. Moved aside. Julieta let go of the cock just as the first spurt shot out.

—Now, come —Renata ordered.

Sebastián came with a roar he didn’t recognize as his own. A first thick jet leapt all the way to his chest. The second landed on his stomach. The third spilled down his cock and over Julieta’s fingers, which kept squeezing him without milking him completely, stretching out his orgasm until it hurt. Four, five, six spurts. Thick white semen, dripping everywhere. Andrea filmed every drop with her phone two centimeters away.

—Fuck, what a load —murmured Paula, laughing—. What a filthy little thing you are, mute boy.

Julieta gathered with two fingers the semen left on his stomach and took it to her mouth. Then she bent down and cleaned his cock with her tongue, lick after lick, until it was shining.

The photos kept going for a few more seconds. Close-ups of the cock still hard and dripping remnants, of the belly covered in semen, of the face soaked in juices, tears, and blush. Renata finally raised one hand.

—Okay, enough for now. Let him breathe.

The three of them stepped back a little, still laughing and talking among themselves. Paula gave Renata an approving pat on the shoulder. Andrea reviewed the recordings on her phone with a grin from ear to ear. Julieta sat on the edge of the desk and ate a gummy candy she pulled from a jar on top of the books, without wiping the semen from the corner of her mouth.

Renata sat beside Sebastián. She stroked his sweaty hair with a tenderness that violently contrasted with everything that had just happened.

—See? —she whispered—. I told you it was going to hurt. And that you’d like it too.

And then, very slowly, she gave his balls a second blow. This time with the upper part of her foot, a softer movement but just as precise over his already sensitive balls. Sebastián let out another long moan, almost a sob, and his cock, unbelievably, twitched again, hardening anew among the remains of drying semen. He fell back onto the bed, trembling all over.

The three girls clapped softly, as if it were the end of a well-executed circus act.

***

Renata leaned over him. She ran her fingers over his forehead, his temples, his sweat-matted hair. She spoke to him in that sweet voice she kept for the after moments, that voice that sounded like a reward.

—Now they all know what you like, little one. Getting hit in the balls, being sucked by several girls, being forced to eat pussy while they record you. And I already know you’re never going to be able to forget this.

She kissed his forehead softly, right where the tears had left a bright trail.

—And the best part —she added in a whisper— is that this was only the warm-up. Tomorrow I’m going to fuck you all by myself, and it’s going to be much worse.

Outside, in the hallway, you could still hear muffled giggles and the occasional dirty comment. Sebastián, curled up on the bed of the girl he had only known for a week, his heart pounding in his throat, his cock still half-hard among the remains of semen and a dull, hot ache in his balls, understood two things at once.

That he was lost.

And that he didn’t want to be anywhere else.