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 on his wrists, and every time he tried to move, the knots answered by tightening a little more. He had no idea how many hours he had been like that. The light seeping through the blinds fell across the mess of the room: clothes strewn about, an open box on the floor, the trail of everything they had done to him the night before.

The three of them had disappeared a while earlier. Lorena, the dark-haired woman with the generous chest who seemed to be running the show. The blonde with wide hips and a cold stare. And the shortest one, a tiny brunette with the face of someone who feared nothing. They had left him there like an object you come back to when you have time. Rubén had almost convinced himself they would not return.

Then he heard the lock.

The door opened amid laughter and heavy footsteps. They were not alone. Behind them stepped in a figure that filled the doorway, tall, broad-shouldered, with brown skin shining in the pale light. Long black hair fell over her shoulders, and as she moved forward it became clear that beneath her tight dress she had a body that blended firm curves with unmistakable strength.

—Look what we brought you —Lorena said, nodding toward her—. Meet Renata.

The blonde went over to the newcomer and slid a hand around her waist, as if showing off a prize.

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

Rubén tried to speak, but only a hoarse groan came out of his throat. His friend Esteban’s name got stuck in his mouth: he had brought him to that house promising him a different kind of party, and had abandoned him there without looking back. Before he could say anything else, the petite brunette shoved a rag between his teeth.

—Shut up —she hissed, with a crooked smile—. You don’t talk today. Today you obey.

This has gotten out of hand, Rubén thought. But the idea did not scare him alone. Something in his chest, something he had been denying for years, was beating with an urgency that filled him with shame.

Renata came closer slowly, measuring each 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 inspecting him.

—So this is the pig they kept telling me about —she murmured, in a deep voice that rumbled through the room—. Let’s see what you’re good for.

She tore the rag out of 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 circle around the mattress, letting the silence grow thick. The other three watched her with a mix of respect and excitement, waiting for her signal. Rubén felt the weight of every step on the wooden floor, the brush of the dress fabric, the scent of expensive perfume and sweat filling the room. Every second of waiting was a more refined torture 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 desperate for someone to take that weight off your shoulders. Isn’t that right?

Rubén did not answer, but his eyes said everything. Renata smiled, satisfied that she had read the truth he had spent years hiding even from himself.

***

Lorena untied the ropes from his hands, but only to turn him over and immobilize him again, this time faceup, with his ankles still tied to the mattress legs. Rubén was left exposed, vulnerable, his belly trembling with every ragged breath. The blonde slipped on a black harness and knelt at one side, ready. Lorena and the petite brunette sat on the sides, like spectators at a show they themselves had staged.

Renata straddled his chest. From below, Rubén saw her as huge, dominant, a presence that admitted no argument. She grabbed his jaw and forced him to open his mouth.

—You’re going to learn how to do it right —she said—. And if you choke, that’s your problem.

There was no warning. Renata pushed in without haste but without stopping, and Rubén felt his throat closing. Gagging convulsed his whole body, tears filled his eyes, but she held him by his graying hair and set the rhythm without letting go. Every time she eased up, it was only to let him breathe for a second before plunging back in.

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

And it was true. Rubén had stopped fighting. The panic was still there, crouched low, 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 feeling of not having to decide anything, of belonging completely to the one holding him.

From behind, the blonde did not wait for permission. She spread his legs as far as the ropes allowed and began to thrust with the harness, slow at first, brutal after. Rubén screamed, the sound muffled, trapped between the two ends of his own body. Pain and pleasure tangled until they became indistinguishable, and no matter how hard his mind tried to separate them, his flesh had already chosen.

—Look how hard he’s getting —the petite brunette laughed, pointing between Rubén’s legs—. The filthy pig is loving it.

Lorena leaned over him and pinched one of his nipples, twisting it slowly until she wrung a sharp cry out of him. The petite brunette, still laughing, dug her nails into his thigh and moved upward, marking his skin. The four of them used him at once, each seeking her own satisfaction in him, treating him like an object passed around between several hands.

Renata pulled back for a moment, panting, and spat in his face before grabbing him again.

—You like it, don’t you? —she asked, watching him with a mix of contempt and amusement—. 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, voice breaking—. I like it.

—Louder.

—I like it —he repeated, and saying it out loud made something inside him collapse and, at the same time, set him free.

***

Renata smiled, satisfied. She gestured to the blonde to step aside and took her place. What followed was different: slower, heavier, a total possession that left no room for pretending. Rubén clenched his teeth, tears running toward his temples, but this time they were not only from pain. Heat surged up his back like an unstoppable tide, and he knew he would not be able to hold it in.

—I’m going to... —he started, and did not finish the sentence.

He came without anyone touching him, a spasm that ran through his whole body and stained his belly, while Renata kept moving inside him, indifferent to anything but 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 only reach by surrendering completely.

The blonde masturbated with the harness still on and finished with a muffled moan. Lorena and the petite brunette took turns sitting on his face, forcing him to please them with his tongue, laughing at his clumsiness and his desperation to do it right. Renata sped up her thrusts until a shiver ran through her, and she emptied herself into him with a deep growl, digging her fingers into his hip.

—Good boy —she said, giving his thigh an almost affectionate slap—. Who would’ve thought.

***

When it was all over, Rubén was wrecked, panting as if he had run miles, his body trembling between exhaustion and a euphoria he could not name. He expected them to untie him. For it to finally be over.

But the four of them did not seem in any hurry. Lorena went over to the box on the floor and pulled out two objects: two enormous dildos, one dark and thick, the other a vivid red. 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 another, she pushed them into him and left them inside, firm, while Rubén writhed on the mattress. He whimpered, tears mixing with sweat, but amid the sobs, almost without realizing it, his voice formed a word that gave him away completely.

—More... —he whispered—. Renata... please...

The four women burst out laughing. Renata leaned over him one last time and brushed his wet cheek with her thumb.

—You turned out desperate, didn’t you? —she said, with something like tenderness—. Relax. We’ll be back. You wait for us like this, nice and still.

They turned off the light and left, closing the door softly, leaving him tied in the gloom. Rubén was left alone with his breathing and with the echo of their laughter fading down the hallway. The pain was still there, throbbing, but his mind was elsewhere. It was on Renata, on her deep voice, on the way she had looked at him at the end, as though 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 body kept trembling in the dark, silently begging for that door to open again.