Room 507 and the Two Strangers Who Subjugated Me

The latch on room 507 clicked shut with a metallic snap. My name is Marcos, I’m forty-two years old, and I lead a double life no one would suspect. On the outside, I’m a financial consultant in a gray suit with an orderly schedule. Inside, I burn with a need only a few people understand: the need to be dominated, subjugated, reduced to nothing. To be fucked like a bitch until I’m left breathless.

That July in Barcelona was suffocating. The city’s sticky heat seeped through the hotel windows despite the air conditioning. I’d spent the whole day with a knot in my stomach, that mixture of terror and excitement that comes before the inevitable. I sat on the edge of the bed and opened my laptop.

The profile appeared among dozens of others: “Dominant male seeks submissive with accommodation.” Direct, without embellishment. Exactly what I needed. I wrote a short message with the hotel’s name and the room number. The reply came barely two minutes later.

“I’ll be there. Prepare yourself properly. I want your ass clean and open.”

The clock read quarter to eight when I began the ritual. I stripped naked in front of the bathroom mirror and shaved carefully until my skin was completely smooth: my balls, pubes, groin, and the cleft between my buttocks. My reflection gave me back an image I knew too well: an ordinary body and a small cock that barely exceeded three and a half inches when erect. A ridiculous little dick, almost childish beside any normal man’s. I had always felt inadequate because of it, but over time I discovered that inadequacy fed my submission in ways I couldn’t explain. The more they laughed at my cock, the harder I got.

I prepared thoroughly. Cannula, internal douche, hot water running through my guts until it came out completely clean. Then an external shower, soap, boiling water until my muscles relaxed and my hole was pink and throbbing. I dried myself slowly, looked at myself one last time, and went out into the bedroom completely naked. Every minute that passed quickened my pulse. My tiny cock was stiff, already wet at the tip, anticipating.

When there was a knock at the door, I felt my heart rise into my throat.

I opened it carefully. And there they were. Not one man, but two. The first, dark-haired, with a square jaw and my same height, spoke without waiting for an invitation.

—You must be Marcos. I’m Diego, and this is Adrián. You don’t mind that I brought company, do you?

I didn’t mind. Their presence amplified my excitement to an almost unbearable level. Panic and desire fused into something electric that ran through my entire body. Two against one. Two cocks for a single bitch. The equation was clear.

They entered, left a black backpack on the table, and began undressing with a naturalness that intimidated me. Their bodies were fit, but what captured all my attention were their cocks. Thick, long, swinging heavily between their legs as they finished taking off their clothes. Even without being fully hard, they looked enormous, two dark, veined dicks, their balls hanging heavily, full of cum. Diego’s was straight and thick as a wrist; Adrián’s was longer, curving upward, with a swollen glans the size of a plum.

They came closer and placed me between them. Diego in front, Adrián behind. Their hands began moving over me as though inspecting merchandise. Diego kissed me with crushing authority, his tongue invading my mouth without asking permission, probing my palate, tasting me. Adrián bit my neck, squeezed my nipples until I moaned, sending shocks that made me tremble from the nape of my neck to my knees. Their hands moved down and spread my buttocks, exposing my hole, while a dry finger brushed the tight button.

My hands found their cocks. I could barely close my fingers around their thickness. They were hot and heavy, growing against my palms every second, swelling until they became two clubs of hard flesh. I began masturbating them slowly, feeling them turn to stone, feeling their foreskins retract and reveal glistening glans oozing thick drops.

Adrián touched me from behind, wrapping three fingers around my cock. His hand had room to spare.

—But you’ve got such a tiny one, Marcos. Fuck, it looks like a kid’s. If I cover it with my fist, it disappears.

—Don’t worry —Diego laughed—, it’s more than enough for what he’s going to use it for. What matters here is the other hole.

A moan escaped me, muffled by Diego’s tongue, which he shoved down my throat again.

—On your knees —Diego ordered, pulling away. —Let’s see whether that little mouth is good for anything.

I obeyed instantly, dropping onto the carpet. From below, the view was overwhelming. Two erect cocks inches from my face, thick, marked veins throbbing, heavy balls hanging beneath each one. I needed no further instructions. I stuck out my tongue and licked from Diego’s testicles to the tip of his glans, gathering the salty taste of precum. Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took him inside. I could barely fit half of it. Diego grabbed the back of my head and pushed, forcing me to swallow more, pounding the back of my throat until I gagged. Tears sprang from my eyes, and drool began running down my chin.

—That’s it, bitch, swallow that whole cock. That’s what you’ve got a mouth for.

Adrián came around from the other side and squeezed my cheeks apart. When Diego pulled his out, Adrián drove his own into me in a single thrust, reaching the back. I felt his swollen glans striking my uvula, his balls slapping against my chin. I coughed, spat, drooled, but I didn’t pull away. I began sucking and swallowing as best I could, feeling him pull out to the tip and shove it all the way back in, fucking my throat without mercy.

They switched turns over and over. One cock, then the other, then the first again. My hands worked the one my mouth left free, massaging their balls, running my tongue along their bases. The salty taste mixed with my saliva, forming thick strings that fell onto my chest.

—You’re doing well —Diego growled, holding my head with both hands and pumping my face like a sleeve—. With that ridiculous little dick you’ve got, your mouth had better work. You’re the female here. The slut. Understand?

I nodded with his cock still buried to the base. My nose touched the hair on his pubis. I could barely breathe, and yet I was more aroused than I had ever been in my life.

—Look at his cock —Adrián laughed, looking down—. It’s rock-hard, the bitch. He likes being used.

—Of course he does —Diego growled—. That’s what he came here for. Isn’t that right, Marcos? For two males to fuck you the way you deserve.

—Yes —I murmured in a broken voice when he pulled his cock out to let me speak. —Yes, sir.

—Sirs —Adrián corrected, slapping my cheek with his cock and leaving my face covered in his precum.

—Yes, sirs.

And he shoved it back in.

***

After a good while of serving them with my mouth until my face was soaked in drool and my jaw ached, they ordered me to stand. From the backpack they took steel cuffs, a large bottle of lubricant, and specialty-sized condoms. They cuffed my wrists behind my back, the metal biting into them, and pushed me toward the bed, onto my knees, with my torso and face pressed into the mattress. My ass raised, open, offered.

Diego positioned himself behind me. I felt his fingers spreading my buttocks, inspecting me. He spat directly onto my hole and I watched the spit slide between my cheeks. Then he applied lubricant generously, drenching my anus, and began dilating me with one finger, then two, then three, turning them slowly, opening me.

—You’re not a virgin, that’s clear. But you’re nice and tight. It’s been a while since anyone gave you what you needed, hasn’t it? That ends right now. Today we’re going to leave your ass like a sock.

He was right. It had been more than a year. And never with anything that size. I heard the condom wrapper crackle, the snap of the rubber fitting over the thickness of his cock, the wet sloshing of lubricant as he rolled it on with his hand.

He pressed the glans against my anus and began pushing. I tried to relax as much as possible, to breathe, yield, open my sphincter for him. But the penetration was brutal. I felt immense pressure, as if something far too large were forcing its way through a space far too narrow. The glans pushed and pushed, and suddenly it crossed the sphincter’s barrier with a sharp pain that tore a cry from me. Adrián covered my mouth with his huge hand.

—Shut up, idiot, or they’ll think we’re dismembering you —Adrián whispered while his other hand crushed my torso against the bed. —Take that cock like a good bitch.

Diego advanced centimeter by centimeter, forcing me open, until he buried his entire cock inside me. I felt his heavy balls pressing against mine, his pubic bone glued to my buttocks. He paused for a moment, letting me feel all that volume inside me, then began to move. Slow at first, rhythmic, allowing my body to adapt to his size. He pulled his cock almost all the way out and drove it back in to the hilt, slowly, listening to me pant beneath Adrián’s hand.

—Feel how well it goes in, bitch? —he growled. —Your ass was made for this. To be opened. To be filled.

Each thrust tore a whimper from me that Adrián’s hand muffled. The pain was intense, sharp, but beneath it beat something darker: a perverse pleasure that grew with every blow. Diego’s cock brushed something inside me, an electric point that made my whole body shudder.

Diego grabbed my hips with both hands, digging his fingers in until they left bruises, and sped up. The wet sound of his pelvis striking my buttocks filled the room: slap, slap, slap. His balls struck rhythmically between my legs. My own little dick hung hard beneath my belly, dripping a steady thread of precum that soaked the sheet.

—Look at it —Adrián said, looking down. —The bitch’s little dick is dripping just from being fucked.

—That’s what it is —Diego growled without stopping his thrusts. —A female. A female with a toy cock.

With my hands cuffed behind my back, held down and gagged by Adrián, I couldn’t do a thing except take cock. And that was exactly what I had come looking for. Diego fucked me harder with every minute, pulling all the way out before slamming back in, driving it into me until his balls. The bed creaked. The mattress moved. My buttocks would be marked for days.

He continued for what seemed like an eternity. Without mercy, without concern for my suffering, focused solely on his pleasure. I felt his testicles striking me rhythmically, his breathing growing more agitated, his fingers digging into my hip, his grunts deepening.

—I’m going to come —he panted. —I’m going to come inside, bitch. Squeeze your ass.

I squeezed as best I could. Diego delivered five or six final, brutal thrusts, burying himself to the hilt each time. Finally, with a guttural growl, he stopped deep inside me. I felt his cock pulsing violently as he emptied himself into the condom, spasms shaking his entire body, his balls contracted against me. He stayed like that for quite a while, emptying himself and breathing heavily before slowly pulling out. His cock emerged with an obscene sound, leaving my hole open, throbbing, leaking lubricant.

My body was left trembling, open, moaning against the mattress.

***

They changed positions. Now it was Adrián’s turn. I heard another wrapper crackle. Diego took over holding me down: one hand on my shoulder, crushing me against the bed, the other covering my mouth.

Adrián applied more lubricant, smearing it over my already ravaged hole, and slipped two entire fingers inside without effort to check how dilated I was.

—It’s open like a flower —he laughed. —You did the work for him, Diego.

He pressed his curved glans against my entrance and penetrated me with a single push, burying his entire cock inside me all at once. My anus, already loosened by Diego, offered less resistance, but the volume and curve were still overwhelming. Adrián was longer, and his gigantic glans reached deeper inside me, somewhere Diego hadn’t reached. Only this time, slowly, the pain began transforming into something else.

I began moving in sync with him, pushing my ass backward each time he thrust. Every deep penetration stimulated something inside me, a constant pressure against my prostate that ignited waves of pleasure from my entrails. The rhythm intensified. Adrián drove his cock in and out with a savage cadence, his pelvis striking my buttocks with increasing force, his balls swinging against mine.

—Fuck, what an ass this bitch has —he grunted. —It squeezes so well. I’m going to wreck it.

—Wreck it —Diego said, now slowly masturbating in front of my face with his cock still shining with lubricant. —Teach him what it’s like.

Adrián grabbed my hair and pulled backward, arching my back while he continued pumping me. The new position let him drive even deeper. Every thrust struck the internal spot directly, again and again, without respite. I moaned, panted, begged in whispers I didn’t even understand myself.

—More, harder, please, sir…

—More? You want more, little slut?

—Yes, yes…

The pleasure accumulated like an unstoppable tide. My small cock, hanging hard without anyone touching it, vibrated and swelled more than it ever had before. I felt something break inside me, a barrier I had never crossed. My first genuine anal orgasm struck with a violence that left me breathless. My whole body contracted, my sphincter squeezing Adrián’s cock in involuntary spasms while jet after jet of semen burst from my untouched little dick, staining the sheets beneath me, emptying my soul without anyone laying a finger on me.

—Fuck, he’s coming! —Adrián shouted. —The bitch is coming with a cock in his ass, without touching himself. He squeezes incredibly hard, goddamn.

—Of course he is —Diego said, his hand now muffling moans of pleasure instead of cries of pain. —This is what he is. The bitch is enjoying it like a real female. Look how he’s dripping underneath.

Carried along by my contractions, which milked his cock spasmodically, Adrián reached his own orgasm seconds later. He drove his cock to the hilt, gripped my hips tightly, and emptied himself into the condom with a roar that reverberated throughout the room. I felt every pulse, every spasm, as he came inside me with short, deep thrusts that left me shivering.

When he pulled out, my hole was left open, swollen, throbbing in the cold air of the room.

***

What followed was a catalog of methodical domination. They took ropes from the backpack, removed the cuffs, and tied me spread-eagled across the bed on my back, my wrists and ankles secured to the four corners of the frame. The ropes bit into my skin when I pulled to test them. I couldn’t move.

By turns they sat on my face, crushing my nose and mouth with their sweaty asses, and forced me to lick them. I stuck out my tongue and explored every fold, burying the tip in their holes while they rubbed their buttocks against my face, suffocating me for several seconds whenever they settled their full weight on me.

—Deeper, bitch —Diego ordered, sitting on my mouth with all his weight. —Put it all the way in. Taste my ass. Like that, use your whole tongue. Good bitch.

My tongue sank into his anus, tracing it, penetrating it as far as I could. The musky taste, the sweat, the dense male smell invaded my head. When one grew tired, he switched with the other, and I kept licking, sucking, eating their asses as they ordered between panting breaths and the intermittent suffocation of their weight.

Then they stood up and masturbated inches from my face. Diego jerked off quickly, grunting, aiming his glans at my forehead. Beside him, Adrián hammered his curved cock with long strokes. They had brought a glass from the bathroom and came into it one after the other, emptying two thick white streams that filled almost half the container. They made me smell the contents, rubbing the rim beneath my nose. The scent was thick, salty, densely male.

They masturbated me too, grinding my little dick between two fingers as though it were a swollen clitoris. They needed barely twenty seconds to bring me to another orgasm. They collected my meager load in the same container, adding it to theirs.

—Fucking makes you hungry —Diego said with a wicked smile, looking at the full glass.

They gagged me with a thick sock shoved deep into my mouth and secured with adhesive tape wound several times around my head. Then they took a thick vegetable from the backpack—a huge, dark cucumber, much thicker than any of the cocks they had put inside me—and coated it generously with lubricant. Without ceremony or prior preparation, they inserted it into me whole. My body arched in a muffled scream as the cold, hard cylinder forced its way through my rectum. The pressure against my prostate was constant, inevitable, a hand squeezing me from within without respite. They sealed the entrance with tape crossed over my buttocks so I couldn’t expel it.

—This friend is going to keep you nicely occupied —Diego said with a laugh, patting my thigh. —Behave yourself.

They went into the bathroom together. I heard them showering, laughing, talking as though nothing had happened, commenting on how tight my ass was and how well I had behaved. Meanwhile, the internal pressure of the cucumber, lodged right against my prostate, forced the first of several involuntary orgasms from me. With no one touching me, my cock jerked and spurted another weak stream that landed on my belly. The ropes creaked as I trembled all over, unable to move, gagged beneath the sock.

When they came out of the bathroom, they found me twisting against the restraints, trembling, my eyes unfocused and my belly stained. They dressed unhurriedly, watching me with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. They made me smell the contents of the glass once more before leaving it on the nightstand, right beside my head, so that the sharp, dense odor would reach me in waves and keep my arousal at an unbearable level.

—We’re going to get something to eat. Don’t go anywhere, okay? —Diego said mockingly. —Enjoy your little friend.

They took the room card and left, hanging the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the doorknob.

***

Time became distorted. It grew completely dark, and I remained in darkness, with only the light filtering through the gap beneath the door. Every noise in the hallway startled me: voices, footsteps, rolling suitcases, distant laughter. The cucumber remained lodged inside me, striking my prostate whenever my muscles involuntarily squeezed it. Each contraction forced me to come again and again in dry spasms that left me increasingly exhausted and, paradoxically, increasingly horny. Soon no semen came out; there were only deep jerks, a perpetual orgasm shaking me like an electric current.

Would they come back? What if they left me like this all night?

Fear and desire fed each other in a loop that kept me on the edge of madness. I lost count of the forced orgasms. My little dick, swollen and purple, throbbed endlessly over my belly. The smell of the glass of semen beside my face filled my nose with every breath. My mind floated in an altered state where suffering and pleasure were indistinguishable.

Finally, the door opened. The light blinded me for an instant.

—Look at him —Adrián said. —He’s still hard. Hot like a bitch in heat. And look at the bed, all covered in drool and cum.

—Poor thing, he must be very hungry —Diego said as he approached, undoing his belt while he spoke. —We’ll take care of that.

They removed the tape from my buttocks and, with one sharp tug, pulled out the cucumber. My hole remained open for a moment, gaping, before barely closing in spasms. They masturbated me without ceremony, grinding my little dick between their index finger and thumb as before. Barely a few strokes were enough to give me another devastating orgasm, this time with a more generous ejaculation that even surprised them. They collected my semen in the glass, adding it to the cocktail.

Then they opened their pants and pulled out their half-hard cocks. They masturbated quickly, grunting, rubbing their glans against each other as they stroked themselves, until, within a few minutes of one another, they unloaded their shots into the container. Diego spurted several thick, long streams; Adrián added his on top, an obscene amount that nearly filled the glass. The mixture floated thick, white, and yellowish, with bubbles on the surface.

They carefully removed my gag. My jaw was locked and my mouth dry. Between them, they held my head by the sides and forced my mouth open, their fingers digging into my cheeks.

—Now for your reward —Diego said, tipping the glass over my face. —Open wide.

The first stream struck my tongue. Thick, salty, bitter. I swallowed. Another stream. And another. They made me swallow slowly, controlling the pace, stopping the glass whenever I began to choke, letting the next mouthful fall only after I had swallowed the previous one. The taste filled my entire mouth, my throat, my nostrils. Some escaped from the corner of my mouth and slid down my neck. I savored every drop, down to the last, while they watched with satisfied expressions, lazily masturbating.

—Good boy, Marcos. You drank it all —Adrián said, wiping my chin with his thumb, then putting it in my mouth so I could lick it clean.

They quickly gagged me again, stuffing the sock back in and sealing it with tape. Diego leaned down and gave me a little tap on the cheek.

—Now you need to rest.

They took out a dark bottle and soaked a cloth. As soon as they brought it near my face, a sweetish chemical smell struck my nostrils. They pressed it over my nose and mouth. I tried to resist, uselessly shaking my bound limbs, but together they held me effortlessly. The buzzing in my ears began almost immediately, followed by a growing darkness that swallowed everything.

This is exactly what I came here looking for.

After that, nothing.

***

I woke the next morning with a brutal headache and cramps in my limbs from the restraints. Light entered through the curtains. I was still tied up and gagged, with the sign hanging outside preventing anyone from entering the room. My hole was still open and throbbing, and the sheet was soaked with dried fluids.

They didn’t find me until well into the night. I did not report them. Getting out of that situation required ridiculous explanations, apologies to the hotel staff, and payment for an extra day, which was the least of it.

But throughout that entire day, despite the headache and cramps, I remained in a state of perpetual arousal. The forced orgasms continued one after another whenever I remembered the taste of their semen in my mouth or the feeling of their cocks opening my ass. I came several times just from remembering, until complete exhaustion, staining the hotel’s clean sheets.

It was, without a doubt, the most intense experience of my entire life. And as I write this from another hotel in another city, I can’t stop myself from opening my laptop and searching for a new profile promising me exactly the same thing.