Cum. Don't Cum. Cum. Don't Cum.
I lie naked, thrown onto the bed, watching the women who are about to rape me strip off their clothes.
At first, I thought they would just blindly pounce on me for a merciless milking session, but now that all three of them have gathered, the atmosphere has calmed down a bit.
"Did you have fun enjoying him first without me?"
A single sock flew toward the head of the bed.
"Oh, come on... It's not like I did it without letting you know."
The woman who had pounced on me first stripped off the sports bra she had been wearing since the back alley.
As she did, breasts that were easily one and a half times larger than I expected spilled out, swaying heavily.
"Whoa, that is so perverted."
The woman who had sat on my face earlier began to knead those massive breasts with both hands.
Although the woman who stripped off her sports bra grimaced at the perverted touch, she clearly harbored a subtle pride in her large breasts.
"Ugh... these are sticking to me again."
The woman who had kicked my balls when she first entered the room was now struggling with her stubborn leggings.
The leggings were tight enough to outline her rear end explicitly, and since she was sweaty, it made sense that they wouldn't budge.
"That's why I told you to lose some weight."
"My hips are just wide."
"Pfft, bullshit..."
The woman in the leggings thrust her rear end right toward my face.
She had only bent over to peel off the tight leggings, but from my perspective, I couldn't help but gulp at the massive ass suddenly thrust in my face.
Slap!
"Wow, your ass is seriously huge."
At that moment, someone's palm flew and smacked the rear end that was hovering near my face.
"Ah! What the hell are you doing?!"
She had only slapped it as a joke, but watching the handprint on that massive ass turn increasingly vivid... I found myself completely spacing out.
Gulp.
To begin with, the three of them weren't wearing much.
It felt like they had dressed up in highly revealing, idol-trainee-style outfits specifically to snatch and breed a guy off the streets.
They wore sports bras instead of shirts, had no safety shorts under their skirts, and their shoes were simple, easy-to-slip-off sneakers.
"Phew..."
Even so, if I hadn't been here... these three would never have gathered in one place to strip down.
In other words, the realization that three women were undressing in the same room solely because of me sent a thrill through my body.
"Kept you waiting, huh? You did a good job staying put and not running away this time."
Once they finished undressing, they began climbing onto the bed one by one.
One of them was completely naked like me, but another wore only a loose shirt over her bare skin, and the last climbed up keeping her pantyhose on... each presenting a different visual appeal.
"Sorry about earlier. You didn't get scared just because I started off a bit rough, did you?"
The first woman to climb onto the bed gently caressed my cheek, which was still swollen from her slaps.
This was the same woman who had kicked my balls when I tried to escape earlier.
However, she didn't actually seem apologetic about the kick... she was just saying it to set the mood, so I decided to ignore it.
"We fed him three bottles of stamina potion. We should be able to enjoy him at least five times each."
"You already went, so you only have four left."
"No way, he might even squeeze out sixteen rounds."
"Then go buy another bottle of stamina potion right now. We finally caught him, so why should only one of us get the short end of the stick?"
"Hey, why are you guys fighting among yourselves?"
The woman trying to mediate the argument slid onto the bed.
The sound of her pantyhose rubbing against the crumpled sheets was surprisingly erotic.
She began to knead my balls, speaking to me in a soft, gentle voice.
"Right? If our little friend here just works a bit harder, we won't have to fight. Isn't that right?"
"...Ahaha..."
"Don't just laugh it off... okay? Let's aim to ejaculate over twenty times. You can do it, right?"
"T-Twenty times?..."
When I showed a lack of confidence, the woman in the pantyhose looked down at me with a faint smirk and half-lidded eyes.
"You know what happens if we start fighting, right? Who's going to suffer..."
"I don't know..."
"...Really?"
The woman in the pantyhose gestured that she was going first and crawled right up next to me.
She continued to whisper, her breath brushing against my face.
"Looking at you again, your face is seriously so cute..."
Pressing herself flat against me, she began to rub my cock horizontally with her pantyhose-clad thighs.
If my skin had been dry, the friction would have felt like sandpaper and made me scream, but thanks to the fluids I had been leaking until just moments ago, the nylon grew wet and slick, delivering pure, intense pleasure.
"Your hair is a mess from getting slapped, and you're covered in tear stains and drool... but you look so messy and ruined that I just want to kiss you right now."
As the woman in the pantyhose shifted her posture, my cock slipped out from beneath her thighs.
But she immediately locked my shaft in a leg lock, trapping it behind her knee and wrapping it tightly between the back of her thigh and calf.
Then, staring up at the ceiling, she began to slide my rock-hard erection up and down, making wet, squelching sounds.
"Up until now, I was always behind you, so I didn't get a good look at your face..."
The pretty girl, her hair half-covering one of her eyes, leaned her face close to mine.
Before kissing me, she poked the tip of her tongue out, using it to pry open my closed lips.
"Mmph, mmgh..."
She didn't close her eyes as she kissed me.
Instead, she stared wide-eyed at me, as if demanding that I keep eye contact.
"...Ah, hnngh..."
Her long, snake-like tongue swept past my teeth and claimed complete dominance inside my mouth.
It conquered the roof of my mouth, pinning down my retreating tongue with the tip of hers.
Finally, she swept beneath my tongue, marking every corner of my oral cavity with a single, overwhelming kiss.
"Puh-ha..."
It was a kiss that literally left me no room to breathe.
My mind grew hazy from the lack of oxygen, and my cock, being pistoned between her thighs, felt ready to burst and spray semen at any second.
I tried to move my hands to do something, anything, to stop either sensation, but the woman in the shirt, who had been watching from the side, grabbed my hand tightly, forcing me to submit to the kiss.
"Don't cum yet."
Spurt! Spurt! Squirrrrt!
I was told not to cum, but I couldn't hold it back.
The kiss alone was enough to paralyze my mind, the wet friction of her thighs kept sliding over my shaft, and my only free hand was buried deep in the cleavage of the woman in the shirt... I couldn't have held it back even if I wanted to.
"It's fine. If it feels good, you cum. That's how it is."
The woman in the shirt, who had my hand buried in her chest, joined the fray by lying down on my other side in the exact same posture as the pantyhose woman.
She, too, leaned in close enough for our breaths to mingle and began whispering in my ear.
"So go ahead and cum. Just shoot it all out. You don't know how to do anything else besides cumming when it feels good anyway."
The woman in the shirt wrapped her palm around my glans, which was the only part sticking out from the squelching thigh-press.
Coating her palm in the slick semen, she began to ruthlessly rub the hypersensitive head of my freshly spent cock.
"No, don't cum. We haven't even put it inside yet. I won't allow you to just waste it on our legs."
The leg lock the pantyhose woman had on my cock tightened even further.
Since one of my hands was buried in cleavage, I tried to reach out with my other hand to do something, but that one ended up trapped between the pantyhose woman's thighs as well.
"Cum. Let yourself go. This is the only trick you can show off to your masters anyway."
On my right, the pantyhose woman whispered not to cum, while on my left, the woman in the shirt urged me to let go.
The pantyhose woman licked my outer ear with her long, snake-like tongue, while the woman in the shirt ran her thick, rough tongue over my ear as if licking a giant lollipop.
And... at this moment, the naked woman who had been watching the scene finally joined in. However, because there wasn't enough room on the bed, it was impossible for her to climb up.
Instead, she positioned herself at the foot of the bed. Taking my balls—swollen to three times their normal size due to the stamina potion—into her mouth, she began to massage them, sucking on the left and right testicles alternately.
"You're not even having real sex right now, you're just squeezing your cock between our legs."
"But then again... I bet your 'master' usually just torments you with her legs anyway, right? In that case... wouldn't it be fine to just cum?"
"I told you not to ejaculate. If you cum again, I won't forgive you."
"It's fine! Just cum! Besides... except for that slut sucking your balls down there, we're all virgins. Whether it's me or her, none of us know what real sex is like anyway... so what difference does it make?"
"I warned you. If you cum this time, I won't forgive you. If you cum again, next time I ride you, I'll grind the head of your cock against my nylon crotch until it tears through the pantyhose and forces its way inside my pussy."
"Oh, really? Then I'll make a promise too. If you cum now, I'll slip the pantyhose she's wearing over my hands like gloves, press my breasts hard against your back, and rub both of your nipples. You felt it earlier, so you know what it's like, right? It's going to feel so, so good..."
...
Both of my hands were completely sealed off.
My right hand was trapped between the pantyhose woman's thighs, and my left hand was buried in the shirt woman's cleavage.
With the naked woman at the foot of the bed sucking on my balls while spreading her legs, I was, in every sense of the word, completely bound hand and foot.
My mind wasn't intact either. On my right, I was threatened not to cum; on my left, I was encouraged to cum with promises of rewards; and from below, my balls were being sucked to stimulate sperm production... I truly had no way out.
So...
Squirrrrt!
Really...
Squirrrrrrt!
I couldn't help it.
Spurt! Squirrrrrrrrt!
"You ended up cumming."
"You shot it all out."
"I told you not to cum."
"Did you listen to me? I'm so happy."
"Prepare yourself, because I'm going to ruin the head of your cock with my stockings just like I said."
"And look forward to me rubbing your nipples from behind like I promised~."
Finally, the naked woman sucking my balls from below chimed in.
"So, do I just have to keep sucking his balls down here?"
"That's karma for starting first by yourself."
"Yeah. You got to enjoy him first, so now you wait."
"How cruel..."
Although the naked woman complained, the sound of her smacking her lips from beneath the bed was clear. Along with the sound of her swallowing... the semen that had pooled in her mouth.
But... honestly, I couldn't understand what the three of them were talking about.
It sounded like they were going to torment me all at the same time, but I had absolutely no idea what kind of position they would take or what they would actually do.
Only their highly aroused laughter echoed in my ears.