I woke up naked, wrists and ankles strapped to a heavy wooden bedframe in a dim basement room that smelled like sweat and cheap perfume. Five women circled me, all in their late twenties to early thirties, eyes glassy with hunger. One of them, a tall redhead with hard nipples poking through her tank top, grabbed my cock the second my eyes opened.
“Finally awake,” she said, voice rough. “We’ve been waiting three days for this.”
They didn’t waste time with names or explanations. The redhead climbed on first, straddling my hips and sinking down on my cock in one rough motion. She was soaked already, tight and hot, and she rode me hard, grinding her clit against me while the others watched and touched themselves. “Fuck, he’s thick,” she groaned, bouncing faster. “Don’t you dare come yet.”
I tried to speak but someone shoved a soaked pair of panties into my mouth. Another woman, shorter with big tits, leaned over and slapped my face lightly. “You’re ours now. We’re all fucking starved and you’re going to take it.”
They took turns. The redhead came first, clenching and shaking, then climbed off so the next one could mount me. This one faced away, reverse, so she could watch my cock disappear into her pussy while she reached back and spread her ass. “Deeper,” she ordered, slamming down. Every time I got close they stopped, squeezed my balls, laughed when I bucked uselessly against the straps.
Hours blurred. They fed me water, made me eat them out one after another while still tied down. One sat on my face, grinding her wet cunt on my tongue while another rode my cock. “Lick it like you mean it,” the one on my face hissed, pulling my hair. I tasted all of them, their juices mixing on my chin and chest. When they weren’t fucking me they stroked and sucked my cock in teams, keeping me painfully hard but never letting me finish.
By the third round I stopped fighting the straps. My body just reacted, cock throbbing every time one of them lowered herself onto me. The shortest one with the big tits was the roughest; she slapped my chest and called me her fucktoy while she came twice in a row, squirting down my shaft. “Good boy,” she panted. “Keep that dick hard for us.”
They untied my legs eventually but left my wrists bound, flipping me onto my stomach so one could ride my ass while another sucked my cock from underneath. The feeling of being used from both ends made me groan into the mattress. They laughed and kept going, switching positions whenever someone needed to come again.
By morning light leaking through the high windows I’d lost count of how many times they’d used me. My cock was sore, my balls ached, but they still weren’t finished. The redhead straddled my face again while the others took turns on my cock, slow and deep now, drawing it out.
“You’re not leaving until we’re all satisfied,” she said, rocking her hips. “And we’re never satisfied.”
They kept me there two more days. Fed me, washed me, then used me again the second any of them got horny. By the time they finally untied my wrists I could barely stand, but my cock still twitched when the shortest one grabbed it one last time and whispered, “Next time we won’t let you go at all.”
