Tied to the Mattress, Rubén Ended Up Begging for More

Saturday dawned with Rubén still tied to the mattress, his body bruised and his skin sticky with dried sweat. The ropes had left red grooves around his wrists, and every time he tried to move, the knots responded by tightening a little more. He had no idea how many hours he had been like that. The light filtering through the blinds fell across the disorder of the room: clothes strewn about, an open box on the floor, the aftermath of everything they had done to him the night before. Among the rumpled sheets, the dried remains of someone else’s cum could still be seen across his chest, and the smell of old semen mingled with that of rancid sweat.

The three of them had disappeared a while earlier. Lorena, the brunette with the generous breasts who seemed to be calling the shots. The blonde with wide hips and a cold gaze. And the shortest one, a petite brunette with a face that looked afraid of nothing. They had left him lying there like an object to be returned to when they had time. Rubén had almost managed to convince himself they would not come back.

Then he heard the lock.

The door opened amid laughter and heavy footsteps. They were not alone. Behind them came a figure who filled the doorway, tall, broad-shouldered, with dark skin that gleamed beneath the pale light. A black mane fell over her shoulders, and as she advanced, it became clear that beneath her tight dress was a body combining firm curves with unmistakable strength.

—Look what we brought you —Lorena said, indicating her with a nod of her chin—. Let me introduce you to Renata.

The blonde approached the newcomer and ran a hand around her waist, like someone showing off a prize.

—And from now on, you’re going to be hers —she added—. Whatever she says goes.

Rubén tried to speak, but only a hoarse whimper came from his throat. The name of his friend, Esteban, stuck in his mouth: he had brought him to that house by promising him a different kind of party, then abandoned him there without looking back. Before he could articulate anything, the petite brunette stuffed a rag between his teeth.

—Shut up —she hissed, with a crooked smile—. You’re not talking today. Today you obey.

This got out of hand, Rubén thought. But the idea did not provoke fear alone. Something in his chest, something he had been denying for years, throbbed with an urgency that embarrassed him. And lower down, between his legs, his cock was beginning to swell against his will, betraying him in front of them all.

Renata approached slowly, measuring every step, enjoying the way Rubén followed her with his eyes. She bent over him and took his face in one large, warm hand, turning it from side to side as though examining him. With her other hand, she moved down to his crotch and squeezed his balls, weighing them, smiling when she felt the man’s cock grow hard between her fingers.

—So this is the pig I’ve heard so much about —she murmured, in a deep voice that reverberated through the room—. Let’s see what you’re good for. Look at her, already dripping, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.

She yanked the rag from his mouth. Rubén swallowed, his lips dry, not knowing whether he wanted to beg them to let him go or ask them not to stop.

—Please —was all he managed to say, and even he did not know what he was asking for.

Renata straightened and made a slow circuit around the mattress, allowing the silence to grow thick. The other three watched her with a mixture of respect and arousal, waiting for her signal. Rubén felt the weight of every footstep on the wooden floor, the whisper of the dress’s fabric, the scent of expensive perfume and sweat filling the room. Each second of waiting was a torture more refined than any blow.

—What I like about men like you —she said at last, stopping at his feet— is that you spend your lives pretending you’re in charge. And inside, you’re dying for someone to shove their cock down your throat and remind you what you are. Isn’t that right?

Rubén did not answer, but his eyes said everything. Renata smiled, satisfied at having read the truth he had kept hidden for years, even from himself.

***

Lorena untied his hands, but only to turn him over and immobilize him again, this time on his back, with his ankles still tied to the legs of the mattress, his legs obscenely spread. Rubén lay exposed and vulnerable, his stomach trembling with every ragged breath, his cock hard and curved against his navel, gleaming with a thread of precum running down his belly. The blonde strapped on a black harness with a thick, long, veined cock hanging between her thighs as though it were hers, and coated the tip with lubricant while smiling. Lorena and the petite brunette sat on either side, now pantyless, idly stroking their pussies like spectators at a show they themselves had put on.

Renata climbed astride his chest. From below, Rubén saw her as enormous, dominant, a presence that allowed no argument. She wore nothing beneath the dress: when she lifted the fabric, a dark, juicy pussy appeared, its lips swollen and already glistening with moisture. She gripped his jaw and forced him to open his mouth.

—You’re going to learn how to eat pussy properly —she said—. And if I feel like it, afterward you’re going to suck whatever I decide to put in you. If you choke, that’s your problem.

There was no warning. Renata pressed her pussy over his face, rubbing herself slowly, smearing his mouth and nose with hot juices. Rubén stuck out his tongue instinctively and began to lick, sinking between those thick lips, seeking the swollen clitoris she offered him. The taste was dense and salty, stronger than anything he had ever tried, filling his throat until he choked. Every time he stopped to breathe, she moved, rolling her hips and setting the pace with the friction of her wet flesh.

—Tongue deeper, pig —she panted, gripping the headboard—. Get it in me. Suck this pussy as if it’s the only thing you know how to do.

Rubén obeyed without thinking. He licked her lips one by one, climbed to her clitoris and sucked it between his own lips, then descended to her tight entrance and drove his tongue in to the root. Renata panted, pulling at his graying hair, and after a few minutes began grinding her hips more fiercely, riding his face without mercy. When she came, she did it by crushing him, covering his mouth and nose with her soaked pussy, and Rubén swallowed everything she poured over him, unable to spit it out, feeling his chin painted with juices all the way to his neck.

—That’s it —Renata murmured, almost tenderly, still trembling—. Look at you. You’re not even resisting anymore.

And it was true. Rubén had stopped fighting. The panic was still there, crouching in wait, but beneath it something else was growing: a surrender that filled him with a strange calm. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the rhythm, to the sensation of not having to decide anything, of belonging completely to the person holding him.

Behind him, the blonde did not wait for permission. She spread his legs as far as the ropes allowed, spat between his buttocks, and rubbed the tip of the dildo against his tight asshole. She pushed slowly at first, opening him, and Rubén felt his ass give way inch by inch around that hard, cold rubber cock. Once she had it all the way inside, the blonde paused for a moment, enjoying the man’s trembling, then began fucking him brutally, every thrust driving the harness to the hilt and drawing grunts from him that he had not known he could make.

—Look how hard he’s getting —the petite brunette laughed, pointing between Rubén’s legs, where his cock jolted with every thrust, dribbling precum over his belly—. The little pig is enjoying it. He loves having it put up his ass.

Lorena leaned over him and pinched one nipple, slowly twisting it until she drew a sharp moan from him. With her other hand she grabbed his cock and began jerking him off slowly, squeezing at the base to keep him from coming, laughing at the way his purple glans swelled between her fingers. The petite brunette, still laughing, dug her nails into his thigh and moved upward, marking his skin, until she put his balls in her mouth. Rubén sucked them without being asked, using his whole tongue, while the blonde continued thrusting into him from behind and his cock jerked in Lorena’s hand. All four of them used him at once, each seeking her own satisfaction from him, treating him like an object divided among several hands.

Renata pulled away for a moment, panting, and spat in his face before grabbing him by the hair again.

—You like it, don’t you, pig? —she asked, watching him with a mixture of contempt and amusement—. You like having a woman fuck you in the ass while you eat my pussy. Say it. I want to hear it.

Rubén hesitated. One last shred of pride closed his mouth. Renata waited, patient, knowing he would give in. And he did.

—Yes —he murmured, his voice breaking—. I like it. I like being fucked. I like eating your pussy.

—Louder. And tell me what you are.

—I’m a pig —he repeated, and saying it aloud, he felt something inside him crumble and, at the same time, break free—. I’m your pig, Renata. Fuck me.

***

Renata smiled, satisfied. She gestured for the blonde to move aside and took her place. She attached another cock to the harness, even thicker than the first, and positioned herself between Rubén’s legs. Without a word, she lifted his hips, sank two fingers into his already open, dripping ass, spread them like scissors, and then pushed in all at once, burying herself to the base. Rubén howled, the cry breaking halfway through and turning into a long moan, agonized and grateful at the same time.

What followed was different: slower, heavier, a total possession that left no room for pretending. Renata fucked him while looking into his eyes, gripping his thighs with those strong hands and setting the rhythm with her hips. Every thrust drew a new gasp from Rubén; every withdrawal left his ass throbbing, empty, asking for more. The man’s cock leaped between their bellies, trapped and rubbing against Renata’s smooth stomach with every blow.

—Look at me, pig —she ordered, never stopping her thrusts—. Look at me while I fuck you. Learn who’s in charge here.

Rubén clenched his teeth, tears running toward his temples, but this time they were not only tears of pain. Heat rose up his back like an unstoppable tide, and he knew he would not be able to hold it back.

—I’m going to... —he began, but did not finish.

He came without anyone touching him, a spasm that ran through his entire body. The first wave shot all the way to his chest, the second stained his belly and Renata’s hand, and the last spurts escaped in little jets while she continued moving inside him, indifferent to anything that was not her own pleasure. Rubén had never felt anything like it. It was as if the orgasm came from a place he had not known existed, a place he could reach only by surrendering completely, with a cock inside him and his face full of shame.

—What a delicious pig —Renata murmured, gathering a little semen from Rubén’s belly with two fingers and bringing it to his mouth—. Suck your own cum. Swallow it.

Rubén opened his lips and licked Renata’s fingers, tasting his own warm, thick semen while she continued thrusting into him. The blonde had removed the harness and was masturbating beside them, rubbing her clitoris with two fingers, and finished with a muffled moan, splattering his thigh. Lorena and the petite brunette took turns sitting on his face, forcing him to pleasure them with his tongue, laughing at his clumsiness and his desperation to do it right. Rubén licked two more pussies, one after the other, until both of them came over his mouth, leaving his face drenched in juices.

Renata sped up her thrusts until a tremor ran through her entire body. She arched, clenched her teeth, and emptied herself inside him with a deep growl, digging her fingers into his hip until she left red marks.

—Good boy —she said, pulling the harness cock from his ass with a wet sound and giving his thigh an almost affectionate slap—. Who would have thought it? Look at your ass, left open and dripping. Beautiful.

***

When it was all over, Rubén was wrecked, panting as if he had run for miles, his body trembling between exhaustion and an euphoria he could not name. His chest was spattered with his own semen, his face sticky with juices, and his ass throbbed so wide open that he could feel air moving in and out of it. He expected them to untie him. For it all to finally be over.

But the four of them did not seem to be in any hurry. Lorena went to the box on the floor and took out two objects: two enormous dildos, one dark and thick as a fist, the other a vivid red and even longer. She held them up so Rubén could see them clearly, enjoying his expression.

—We’re not going to leave you bored while we’re gone —she said.

One after the other, she inserted them as far as they would go. First the dark one, which drew a muffled whimper as it opened his ass wide all over again. Then the red one, which Renata put into his mouth, forcing him to suck it until it was soaked with saliva, before lowering it and inserting it as well, alongside the first. Rubén felt his ass spread around both of them, impossibly full, throbbing against the rubber. They left them inside, firm and tight, held in place by a pair of panties they put on him so they would not slip out, while Rubén writhed on the mattress, moaning whenever a dildo brushed some sensitive point deep inside. He whimpered, tears mingling with sweat, but amid the sobs, almost without realizing it, his voice formed words that gave him away completely.

—More... —he whispered—. Renata... please... come back... fuck me again...

All four of them burst out laughing. Renata leaned over him one last time and caressed his damp cheek with her thumb, gathering a drop of her own juices that still glistened on his chin.

—You turned out so desperate —she said, with something resembling tenderness—. Easy, little pig. We’ll come back. You just wait here, nice and still, with those two cocks in your ass, thinking about mine.

They switched off the light and left, closing the door softly and leaving him tied in the darkness. Rubén remained alone with his breathing, with the two dildos throbbing inside him, and with the echo of the laughter fading down the hallway. The pain was still there, pulsing, but his mind was somewhere else. It was with Renata, with her deep voice, the taste of her pussy, the way she had looked at him at the end, as if she had finally understood what he was.

He wanted more. He needed it with an intensity that frightened him more than any rope. And although he was broken, exhausted, and humiliated, his cock beginning to swell against his sticky belly once again, his body continued trembling in the darkness, silently begging for that door to open again.