Room 507 and the Two Strangers Who Took Me Over

The bolt 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 that nobody would suspect. Outwardly, I’m a financial consultant in a gray suit with a tidy schedule. Inside, I burn with a need only a few people understand: to be dominated, submitted, 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 mix 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 macho looking for submissive with accommodation.” Direct, no frills. Exactly what I needed. I wrote a brief message with the hotel name and room number. The reply took barely two minutes.

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

The clock said quarter to eight when I began the ritual. I stripped in front of the bathroom mirror and shaved carefully until my skin was completely smooth: my balls, my pubis, my groin, the crease between my ass cheeks. The reflection gave me back an image I knew too well: an ordinary body and a small cock that barely measured nine centimeters erect. A ridiculous little dick, almost childlike beside any normal man’s. I’d always felt inadequate because of it, but over time I discovered that 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. Enema tube, internal rinse, hot water running through my guts until everything came out completely clean. Then an external shower, soap, boiling water until the muscles relaxed and the hole turned pink and throbbing. I dried myself slowly, looked at myself one last time, and went out into the bedroom completely naked. Every passing minute made my pulse race. My tiny cock was already stiff, the tip wet, anticipating.

When the knocks sounded at the door, I felt my heart climb into my throat.

I opened it carefully. And there they were. Not one, but two men. The first, dark-haired, square-jawed, and my 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. The two of them made my arousal spike to almost unbearable levels. Panic and desire fused into something electric that ran through me from head to toe. Two against one. Two cocks for one bitch. The equation was clear.

They came in, left a black duffel bag on the table, and started undressing with a natural ease that intimidated me. Their bodies were well built, but what grabbed all my attention were their cocks. Thick, long, swinging heavily between their legs while they finished taking off their clothes. Not fully hard yet, they still looked enormous, two dark, veined dicks with heavy balls hanging low, full of cum. Diego’s was straight and thick as a wrist; Adrián’s was longer, curved upward, with a swollen glans the size of a plum.

They came closer and positioned me between them. Diego in front, Adrián behind. Their hands began roaming over me as if 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, pinched my nipples until I moaned, sending shocks that made me tremble from the nape of my neck to my knees. Their hands went lower and spread my ass cheeks, exposing my hole, while a dry finger brushed the tight little button.

My hands found their cocks. I could barely close my fingers around their thickness. They were hot, heavy, growing against my palms with every second, swelling until they became two hard meat batons. I started jerking them slowly, feeling them turn to stone, the foreskin drawing back and revealing shiny glans that oozed thick drops.

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

—Jesus, yours is tiny, Marcos. Fuck, it looks like a kid’s. If I cover it with my fist, it disappears.

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

A moan escaped me, swallowed by Diego’s tongue, which was back in my throat again.

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

I obeyed at once, dropping onto the carpet. From below, the sight was overwhelming. Two erect cocks inches from my face, thick, with marked veins throbbing, heavy balls hanging below each one. I didn’t need any more instructions. I stuck out my tongue and licked from Diego’s testicles to the tip of his glans, gathering the salty taste of pre-cum. Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and took him in. Barely half fit. Diego grabbed my nape and shoved, forcing me to swallow more, hammering the back of my throat until I gagged. Tears sprang to my eyes and saliva began streaming down my chin.

—That’s it, bitch, swallow that cock whole. That’s what your mouth is for.

Adrián came up on the other side and squeezed my cheeks apart. When Diego pulled his cock out, Adrián rammed his own in with a single thrust, reaching the back. I felt the swollen glans hitting my uvula, his balls slapping against my chin. I coughed, spat, drooled, but I didn’t pull away. I started sucking and swallowing as best I could, feeling him pull out to the tip and then shove it all the way back in, fucking my throat without mercy.

They took 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, tracing the base with my tongue. The salty taste mixed with my saliva, forming thick strings that dripped down my chest.

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

I nodded with his cock still buried to the hilt. My nose touched the hair of his pubic mound. I could barely breathe, and yet I was more aroused than ever in my life.

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

—Of course he does —Diego grunted—. That’s what he came for. Right, Marcos? To have two men fuck you the way you deserve.

—Yes —I murmured, voice broken, when he pulled out long enough for me to speak—. Yes, sir.

—Sirs —Adrián corrected, and slapped my cheek hard with his cock, leaving my face covered in pre-cum.

—Yes, sirs.

And he shoved it back in.

***

After a long while serving them with my mouth until my face was soaked in spit and my jaw ached, they ordered me to stand up. From the duffel bag they took steel shackles, a large bottle of lube, and special-size condoms. They cuffed my wrists behind my back, the shackles biting into my skin, and pushed me toward the bed, on my knees, with my torso and face sunk into the mattress. Ass up, open, offered.

Diego positioned himself behind me. I felt his fingers prying my cheeks apart, inspecting me. He spat directly onto my hole and I watched the spit slide between my ass cheeks. Then he smeared on a generous amount of lubricant, soaking my anus, and started stretching me with one finger, then two, then three, slowly rotating them, opening me up.

—You’re not a virgin, that’s clear. But you’re tight. It’s been a while since anyone gave you what you needed, huh? 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 crackle of the condom wrapper, the snap of rubber as it stretched over the thickness of his cock, the wet slap of lubricant as he rolled it down by hand.

He pressed the glans against my anus and began to push. I tried to relax as much as possible, to breathe, to yield, to open my sphincter for him. But the penetration was brutal. I felt immense pressure, like something too big forcing its way through a space too narrow. The glans pushed, pushed, and suddenly broke past the sphincter with a sharp pain that tore a scream from me. Adrián clapped a huge hand over my mouth.

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

Diego advanced centimeter by centimeter, forcing me open, until his cock was buried all the way inside me. I felt his heavy balls flatten against mine, his pubic bone pressed to my ass. He stopped for a moment, letting me feel all that volume inside, then started moving. Slowly at first, rhythmic, letting my body adjust to his size. He pulled almost all the way out and shoved back in to the hilt, slowly, listening to me gasp under Adrián’s hand.

—Feel how good 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 smothered. The pain was intense, stabbing, but beneath it something darker throbbed: a perverse pleasure that grew with every удар. Diego’s cock brushed something inside me, an electric spot that made my whole body shudder.

Diego grabbed my hips with both hands, digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise me, and sped up. The wet sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass filled the room: slap, slap, slap. His balls thudded rhythmically between my legs. My own little cock hung hard under my belly, dripping a steady thread of pre-cum that soaked the sheet.

—Look at it —said Adrián, looking down—. The bitch’s little cock is leaking just from getting fucked.

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

With my hands cuffed behind my back, pinned and gagged by Adrián, I could do absolutely nothing but take cock. And that was exactly what I had come for. Diego fucked me harder with every minute, pulling out all the way and slamming back in, burying himself to the balls. The bed creaked. The mattress shifted. My ass was going to be marked for days.

He kept going for what felt like eternity. Ruthlessly, without concern for my suffering, focused only on his own pleasure. I felt his testicles slapping rhythmically, his breathing getting more ragged, his fingers digging into my hip, his groans turning deeper and deeper.

—I’m going to cum —he panted—. I’m going to cum inside, bitch. Tighten your ass.

I clenched as hard as I could. Diego gave five or six final brutal thrusts, hammering himself to the hilt each time. Finally, with a guttural grunt, he stopped deep inside. I felt the violent pulses of his cock as he emptied into the condom, the spasms shaking him whole, his balls contracting against me. He stayed like that for a good while, emptying himself, breathing hard, before withdrawing slowly. His cock came out with an obscene sound, leaving my hole open, throbbing, dripping lube.

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

***

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

Adrián applied more lubricant, coating my already wrecked hole, and slid two full fingers in effortlessly to check the stretch.

—Open like a flower —he laughed—. Diego did the work for you.

He pressed his curved glans against my entrance and drove in with one thrust, burying his cock all at once. My anus, already yielded by Diego, accepted him with less resistance, but the size and curvature were still overwhelming. Adrián was longer, and his gigantic glans reached deeper, to a place Diego hadn’t touched. Only this time, slowly, the pain began to transform into something else.

I began moving in sync with him, pushing my ass back every time he thrust. Each deep penetration stimulated something inside me, a constant pressure on the prostate that ignited waves of pleasure from my guts outward. The rhythm intensified. Adrián fucked in and out with savage cadence, his pelvis hammering my ass harder and harder, his balls swinging against mine.

—Fuck, what a ass the bitch has —he groaned—. He clamps down so well. I’m going to wreck it.

—Wreck it —said Diego, now slowly jerking off in front of my face, his cock still shining with lube—. Teach him what it is.

Adrián grabbed my hair and pulled back, arching my spine while he kept pumping me. The new position let him drive in even deeper. Each thrust hit my internal spot directly, again and again, without mercy. I moaned, panted, begged in whispers I didn’t even understand myself.

—More, harder, please, sir…

—More? You want more, little whore?

—Yes, yes…

The pleasure built up like an unstoppable tide. My small cock, hanging hard untouched, vibrated, swelling more than it ever had before. I felt something break inside me, a barrier I’d never crossed. My first true anal orgasm hit me with such violence I lost my breath. My whole body clenched, my sphincter squeezing Adrián’s cock in involuntary spasms while my untouched little dick spurted one load after another, staining the sheets beneath me, emptying my soul without anyone having put a finger on it.

—Fuck, he’s cumming! —Adrián shouted—. The bitch’s cumming with a cock in his ass, without touching it. It clamps insanely hard, holy shit.

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

Dragged by my contractions, which were milking his cock in spasms, Adrián reached his own orgasm seconds later. He rammed his cock to the hilt, gripped my hips hard, and emptied into the condom with a roar that thundered through the room. I felt every pulse, every spasm, as he unloaded into me with short, deep thrusts that left me shivering.

When he pulled out, my hole stayed open, swollen, throbbing in the room’s cold air.

***

What followed was a catalog of methodical domination. They took ropes from the bag, removed my shackles, and tied me spread-eagled across the bed, on my back, with 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.

In turns they sat on my face, crushing my nose and mouth with their sweaty asses, and made me lick them. I stuck out my tongue and explored every fold, burying the tip in their holes while they ground their cheeks against my face, choking me for seconds at a time whenever they settled their weight fully.

—Deeper, bitch —Diego ordered, sitting on my mouth with all his weight—. Put it all the way in. Taste my ass. That’s it, all your tongue. Good bitch.

My tongue sank into his asshole, tracing it, penetrating as much as I could. The musky taste, the sweat, the dense male smell invaded my head. When one got bored, they switched, and I kept licking, sucking, eating their asses as ordered between gasps and the intermittent suffocation of their weight.

Then they stood up and jerked off inches from my face. Diego pumped himself fast, growling, pointing his glans at my forehead. Adrián beside him worked his curved cock with long strokes. They’d brought a glass from the bathroom and came one after the other into it, emptying two thick white loads that filled almost half the glass. They made me smell the contents, rubbing the rim against my nose. The smell was thick, salty, deeply male.

They jerked me off too, crushing my little dick between two fingers as if it were a swollen clit. They needed barely twenty seconds to drag another orgasm out of me. They collected my meager cum in the same glass, adding it to theirs.

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

They gagged me with a thick sock shoved deep into my mouth and secured with tape wrapped several times around my head. Then they took a thick vegetable from the bag —an enormous dark cucumber, much thicker than any of the cocks they’d put in me— and coated it generously with lube. Without ceremony, without any prior preparation, they shoved it all the way inside me. My body arched in a muffled scream as the cold, hard cylinder forced its way through my rectum. The pressure on my prostate was constant, inescapable, a hand squeezing me from within without pause. They sealed the entrance with tape crossed over my ass so I couldn’t push it out.

—This friend is going to keep you very busy —Diego said between laughs, patting my thigh—. Behave yourself.

Together they went into the bathroom. I heard them showering, laughing, talking as if nothing had happened, commenting on how tight my ass was and how well-behaved I’d been. Meanwhile, the cucumber’s internal pressure, pinned right on my prostate, forced the first of several involuntary orgasms. With no one touching me, my cock jumped and spat another weak jet onto my belly. The ropes creaked while I trembled all over, unable to move, choking under the gag.

When they came out of the bathroom they found me writhing against the restraints, shaking, my eyes vacant and my stomach marked. They got dressed slowly, looking at me with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. They made me smell the contents of the glass once more before leaving it on the bedside table, right next to my head, so the acidic, thick odor would reach me in waves that kept my arousal at an unbearable level.

—We’re going to get dinner. Don’t leave, all right? —Diego said teasingly—. Enjoy your little friend.

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

***

Time warped. Night fell completely and I was left in the dark, with only the light filtering through the crack under the door. Every sound in the hallway startled me: voices, footsteps, rolling suitcases, distant laughter. The cucumber was still buried in me, hammering my prostate whenever my involuntary muscles squeezed it. Each contraction forced me to cum again and again in dry spasms that left me more and more drained and, paradoxically, hotter. Soon no semen came out, only deep jolts, 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 had me on the edge of madness. I lost count of the forced orgasms. My little cock, swollen and purple, throbbed nonstop over my stomach. The smell of the semen glass 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 —said Adrián—. Still hard. Hot as a bitch in heat. And look at the bed, completely wrecked with spit and cum.

—Poor thing, he must be starving —said Diego, coming closer and unbuckling his belt as he spoke—. Let’s fix that.

They removed the tape from my ass and, with a sharp tug, pulled the cucumber out. My hole stayed open for a moment, gaping, before barely closing in spasms. They jerked me off without ceremony, crushing my small dick between index finger and thumb as before. Barely a few touches were enough to rip another devastating orgasm out of me, this time with a more generous load 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 jerked off quickly, growling, rubbing their glans against each other as they pumped, until within a few minutes of each other they discharged into the glass. Diego spat out several thick, long ropes; 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 removed my gag carefully. My jaw was locked and my mouth was dry. Between the two of them they held my head from the sides and forced my mouth open, fingers digging into my cheeks.

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

The first stream hit my tongue. Thick, salty, bitter. I swallowed. Another stream. And another. They made me drink slowly, controlling the pace, stopping the glass when I started to choke, letting the next gulp fall only after I’d swallowed the previous one. The taste filled my whole mouth, my throat, my nostrils. Some slipped out of the corner of my mouth and ran down my neck. I savored every drop, the very last, while they watched with expressions of satisfaction, lazily jerking themselves off.

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

They gagged me again quickly, shoving the sock back in and sealing it with tape. Diego leaned down and tapped my cheek.

—Now you need to rest.

They took out a dark vial and soaked a cloth. As soon as they brought it near my face, a chemical, sweet smell hit my nostrils. They pressed it over my nose and mouth. I tried to resist, flailing uselessly against the tied limbs, but the two of them held me effortlessly. The ringing in my ears started almost at once, followed by a growing darkness that swallowed everything.

This is exactly what I came here for.

Then nothing.

***

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

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

But throughout that day, despite the headache and cramps, I stayed in a state of perpetual arousal. The forced orgasms kept coming, one after another, every time I remembered the taste of their semen in my mouth or the sensation of their cocks opening my ass. I came several times just from remembering, until total 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 help opening my laptop and looking for a new profile that promises exactly the same thing.