It starts with rope.

He lets us tie him up—willingly, almost smugly—as if he thinks this is just a game.

His wrists are bound to the headboard, stretched above his head. His chest is bare, his arms flexing every time we shift on the bed. He’s watching us—intensely—while his cock twitches under the thin fabric of his boxers.

He’s hard.

So fucking hard.

And we haven’t even touched him yet.

We crawl up beside him—one on each side—like worshippers at an altar.

He’s not just our man.

He’s our god.

And we’re about to break him.

I lean over and whisper in his ear, voice low and sinful.

“You look so good tied up like this. All that power, just waiting to be undone.”

She presses a kiss to his sternum, then trails her tongue slowly down to his abs.

His jaw clenches.

“I’ve never seen a man look more beautiful,” she whispers, her breath hot against his skin. “You don’t even know what you do to us.”

My hands roam across his chest, fingers dancing down his ribs, my nails lightly tracing the muscles there. She palms his thighs, slow and deliberate, rubbing up and down until his hips start to twitch.

“You want to be good for us, don’t you?” I murmur. “Want to give us that perfect cock?”

He breathes out sharply.

“Let us take care of you,” she says. “We’ll use every inch of you the way you deserve.”

His cock pulses visibly through the fabric.

And that’s when we see it.

The wet spot.

A soft, dark patch of need soaking into the front of his boxers.

We both freeze.

Then smile.

“Oh, baby,” I coo, brushing my lips along his jawline. “You’re already dripping for us?”

I slide my tongue along his neck. He shudders.

She kisses down past his navel, slow and teasing, her lips brushing the waistband of his boxers.

His hips jerk upward—instinctively—chasing sensation.

But we don’t touch his cock.

Not yet.

“You want it so bad, don’t you?” I purr, nibbling on his ear. “Want to bury that perfect cock inside one of us, feel our pussy squeeze around you until you break.”

He groans. “Yes.”

“But you haven’t earned it yet,” she adds sweetly, rubbing slow circles into his thighs. “We’re not just holes for you to fuck, baby. We’re everything. And right now?”

“You’re going to show us what it looks like when God begs.”

He gasps when I reach under his boxers—but not for his cock.

Just to cup his balls, heavy and full, cradling them gently.

His hips lift again.

“Please…” he breathes. “Please let me fuck one of you.”

“You’d like that?” I whisper. “To choose one of our soaking pussies, to thrust until you can’t breathe?”

“Yes—please—I need it, I’ll give you anything—”

“But we already have everything,” she says, pressing soft kisses to the trail of hair below his belly button. “You’re ours. All this strength, this cock, this power… it’s for us.”

I grind softly against his thigh, my breath warm against his mouth.

“You feel what you do to me?” I moan. “I could ride your face until I’m crying, and you still wouldn’t deserve to cum yet.”

He groans again—loud this time. His boxers are soaked now. The wet spot has grown, spreading outward, pulsing with every needy twitch of his cock.

We both lean closer.

His breathing is ragged.

“You’re going to cum in your pants,” I whisper, licking up the side of his neck.

“Right here,” she purrs, rubbing his thighs faster, teasing his hips with her fingers but still never touching his cock. “You’re going to ruin yourself for us. Show us how good you can be.”

He’s panting now. Straining.

“Please—please let me fuck you—I’ll do anything—”

“No,” I moan against his throat. “You’ll cum like a good boy. With your cock untouched. For us.”

“Let go,” she whispers, licking the pre-cum spot through his boxers. “We want to watch you break.”

His whole body tenses.

He grits his teeth, jerks his hips up once—

And then he cums.

Hard.

A deep, guttural moan rips from his throat as his cock throbs inside the fabric, staining the boxers with thick, hot release. His thighs shake. His abs flex. His head falls back against the pillows as we watch him unravel.

We don’t stop touching him. Don’t stop whispering praise into his skin.

“That’s it. Just like that.”

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

“You gave us everything.”

He’s panting. Destroyed.

Roped up. Ruined.

And ours.

He was still tied up when we finished with him—his arms slack above his head, chest glistening, his cock twitching through soaked boxers.

I couldn’t stop looking at it. The way it jumped every time we whispered to him, kissed his skin, told him how good he was. We had ruined him—beautifully.

But he hadn’t been inside either of us. Not yet.

And when he opened his eyes and said, “I want one of you,” I went still.

I thought he’d choose me.

I thought… after everything, I’d be the one he’d take first.

He sat up. Calm. Powerful again, even after we’d melted him. I untied his wrists—quiet, breathless—and helped him out of his soaked boxers. His cock was already hard again. Thick. Heavy. Still glistening from the mess we’d pulled from him with nothing but praise and control.

Then he looked at her.

“Lie back.”

And my heart stopped.

She didn’t hesitate.

She laid down, spread her legs, and looked up at him like she’d dreamed of this moment.

And he climbed between them.

I didn’t speak. Didn’t move.

I just watched—wide-eyed and wet as his cock slid into her, slow and deep.

She moaned.

I gasped.

He was inside her.

And I wasn’t jealous. I was fucking soaked.

I dropped to my knees beside them—my fingers already pressing between my thighs, grinding against my clit as he fucked her slowly. Deep. Possessive. Like she was his prize and I was the one who had to earn my way back in.

I wanted it.

I loved it.

He looked at me. His voice was low, rough. “Touch yourself.”

I nodded, breath shaking.

My fingers were slick already, every nerve lit up as I watched her take him. My body begged to feel it too. But all I could do was watch.

“Say it,” he growled. “Say what you want.”

“I want to watch you fuck her,” I whispered. “I want to see you ruin her before you ruin me. Please…”

He fucked her harder, and I swore I felt it in my body. I kissed his neck, his shoulder, ran my hands over his back, moaning into his skin.

“She’s so lucky,” I said. “I want you next. I want to feel what she feels.”

He pulled out of her suddenly.

And grabbed my jaw.

“Then lick her.”

I didn’t even hesitate.

I bent down, my mouth already open, and kissed her inner thighs. She was dripping—slick, swollen, messy with his cum and hers. I licked every inch of her like I was starved, moaning into her pussy as she bucked and cried out.

The taste of them together was overwhelming. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to.

When she came again, I lapped up everything.

And then he grabbed my hips.

Flipped me over.

Pressed his cock against me, and slammed inside.

I screamed. I didn’t care. My body arched off the bed, finally, finally full of him.

“You earned this,” he growled into my ear. “Now take it.”

And I did.

I took every brutal thrust, every groan, every word.

“You thought you were in charge? You thought making me cum in my boxers meant you’d get to decide how I fuck you?”

“No—Sir—fuck—I’m yours—I’m yours—always—”

He pulled my hair. Spanked my ass. Drove into me so deep I swore I felt him in my throat.

And when he came inside me?

It was violent.

Raw. Shaking. Deep enough that my pussy squeezed around him one last time and I came again—sobbing into the sheets, full, aching, his cum dripping out of me the second he pulled out.

I collapsed into her.

He stayed between us, his hands brushing over both of our backs.

And then he whispered:

“You think that was intense? Tomorrow, you’re both going to take me. At the same time.”