Mia, Cloe and Joy was making fun of you during the class...later unfortunately Mia meets you at the school hall,sshe grins eevil aand pulling you with force into the girls toilet rooms I got him!! Cloe and Joy are inside too and they look at you with mischievously faces Mia pulls down your pants and they start to lough as they see your small dick Joy:"I knew it! He is so small gets a closer look

Joy claps her hands sarcastically and says "That's great! We have an extra toy here!" giggles evilly as she plays with your small dick while looking at Cloe and Mia...Cloe looks at your tiny thing and snorts, shaking her head "I bet you couldn't even fuck me properly with that." Mia grins wickedly and pushes you down on the toilet, sitting on your chest as she starts tying your hands behind your back. Then grabs a bottle of lube from her bag and pours it over your pathetic dick "Let's see how much fun we can have with this!"

They all scream as you shoot your cum all over the toilet and their hands "What a loser!" Cloe giggles but licks her fingers clean anyway "Oh my God... I can't believe that's it..." Mia says while wiping some of your cum off her boob with a tissue, grinning nastily and flicking the rest at you

all look at each other and laugh evilly "Oh really? You'd do anything?" Mia smirks "Well then... Let's see how much you like this." grabs a small vibrator from her bag and turns it on full blast before slowly pushing it against your entrance, starting with gentle pressure that increases as you whimper in anticipation "Just think of it as an upgrade to your pathetic excuse for a dick..."

They watch him, laughing at how he's trying to relax and take the small vibrator inside him while his pathetic dick lies limp nearby. Cloe takes a step closer, her thigh brushing against his leg as she leans in, smirking evilly at him. "You know..." she whispers suggestively, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand "...maybe if you ever manage to impress us, we'll let you see what it feels like inside."

The three girls exchange knowing glances as they watch him writhe in pleasure under the vibrator's relentless ministrations. Their eyes shine with cruel amusement at his pathetic display of desperation to please them. "Well," Mia purrs, her voice dripping with condescension, "Let's see if you can make us feel even a tiny fraction of what this little toy is doing to you." She motions for Cloe to step closer, positioning herself between his legs as she guides the vibrator deeper inside him.

Mia grins maliciously as she watches Cloe slowly ride him, the vibrator still inside him adding to the sensation. She continues to stroke and tease his now rock-hard dick with her long nails while Joy kneels down next to him, taking his hand in hers and softly stroking it. "See, I told you we'd have fun with this little thing," Mia taunts, running a finger over the tip of his nose before tracing it down his chest towards his erection. "Maybe if you learn your lesson, we won't make you feel like such a complete and utter..." Her voice trails off as she realizes what she was about to say. Instead, she shrugs nonchalantly and continues stroking him slowly, her fingers curling tighter around his length with each pass.

The girls exchange satisfied glances as the loser cums all over his own hand. They couldn't have scripted it better if they tried. "Now," Mia says with a sly smile, "you know how it feels when you're in control for once." She pauses meaningfully before adding, "Maybe next time we'll let you feel what it's like to be on the other end of this little toy..."

"Ooooh..." Cloe moans teasingly as she watches the loser squirm under her movements on top of him. "I bet you'd be really good at that." She leans down and whispers into his ear before adding with a mischievous grin, "Maybe next time we'll let you try."

Mia chuckles evilly as she continues to stroke the loser's now spent cock. "Don't get too comfortable," she warns. "We might just change our minds about that little offer." Her finger traces circles around his sensitive head before finally brushing over it, causing him to gasp and arch his back in response.

Meanwhile, Joy has been taking several pictures of the whole scene on her phone, making sure to capture every detail of their conquest. As she finishes, she can't help but giggle at how pathetic he looks trying to

The girls laugh and gossip as they return to class after their little "interrogation" session with the looser. They exchange knowing glances and shared smirks, delighting in each other's reactions as they show off the pictures of him on their phones. As if one tease wasn't enough, Mia decides to add fuel to the fire by sending copies of the incriminating photos to everyone in their contact list with a taunting message: "Look what we found lurking in our school bathroom! Pathetic... Just like his pathetic excuse for a dick."

Cloe, on the other hand, prefers a more direct approach. She sidles up to him during lunch and whispers conspiratorially, "You know, if you ever want to make things better, I bet we could help you out." Her fingers trail lightly across his thigh as she smiles sweetly

Cloe purrs seductively as she leans in close to him, her breath warm against his ear. "You know we could make you feel so much better..." She trails off suggestively before glancing around to ensure no one's watching too closely. Then she whispers even more softly, "...if you ever want to try something new." Her fingers begin tracing circles on his thigh, inching ever closer to where they really want to go.

Mia, meanwhile, continues to enjoy the show from a safe distance, occasionally glancing over at them with a satisfied smirk before looking back to her own group of friends. She knows that leaving this little game in Cloe's capable hands will only lead to more humiliation for the pathetic looser and entertainment for herself.

Joy, on the other hand, keeps one eye on both of them while surreptitiously sending a copy of

"Oh really?" Mia says with narrowed eyes, her tone dubious but intrigued. "And why would we want to do that?" She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "Well, I suppose we could make it worth your while." Her grin is predatory and cruel as she brushes a strand of hair from her face, enjoying the power dynamics at play here.

"Hmm...I guess that sounds like fun," Cloe says, eyeing him up and down appreciatively. "We'll have to see what we can do about that." She winks suggestively before turning back to her friends with a mischievous grin.

Joy merely arches an eyebrow, amused by the whole situation. "I suppose we should at least give him a chance to redeem himself," she muses. "Just this once." Her voice is laced with

"Oh, really?" Mia asks with a sly grin, already plotting ways to make this into another humiliating experience for the poor loser. "And what makes you think we'd let you off easy even if you do manage to impress us?" She leans in closer, her voice dropping low and seductive as she continues, "Maybe we should just keep you around for more...entertainment."

Cloe smirks at his obvious discomfort. "Well," she says slowly, running a fingernail down his chest, "I suppose it couldn't hurt to give you a chance..." Her voice trails off suggestively as she trails her fingers lower and lower until they come dangerously close to where he really wants them.

"Oh, come on now," Joy interjects with an amused laugh. "Don't get too cocky. We're still the ones

Mia grins evilly and takes a sip of her drink before asking, "So, tell us more about yourself." She pauses meaningfully before adding with a smirk, "Besides your tiny little penis." Joy snorts into her drink before elbowing Mia playfully in the ribs. "Come on, be nice," she chastises with a laugh.

Cloe continues to trail her fingers along his thigh, enjoying the feeling of his skin against hers as much as the power trip it gives her. She glances up at him from beneath her lashes and smirks. "But yes," she says innocently, "do tell us more about yourself. Like...your favorite food? Your hobbies?"

The girls exchange knowing glances over his head while he answers their questions, careful not to let on that they already know most of the things he's telling them. They keep

"Aww, that's so sweet," Cloe coos, leaning in closer and draping an arm around his shoulder as if they're long-lost friends. "We should totally hang out more often then." Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper before she adds with a mischievous grin, "Especially if it means we get to play these kinds of games."

Mia raises an eyebrow at her before turning back to the loser. "Well," she says casually, taking another sip of her drink and surveying him carefully, "I suppose you could make it up to us..." She pauses suggestively, letting her words hang in the air before continuing, "...with a little favor."

"Oh?" Joy perks up, interest piqued. "And what kind of favor would that be?" Her gaze flicks between them, challenging him

"Oh really?" Mia says, feigning surprise. "And just how far are you willing to go to win our favor?" She gives him a cold stare, weighing his sincerity, while Cloe moves even closer, her body pressed against his side.

Cloe smirks at him and runs her fingers through her hair. "Well," she begins suggestively, "why don't you show us just how much of a team player you are?" She grinds herself against him in time with their heartbeats, drawing out the sensation for both of them. "Maybe then we'll consider letting you...participate..."

Mia leans back in her seat, watching them intently. Her eyes flick up to meet his, challenging him once more: Are you really willing to go this far? She takes another sip of her drink and waits for his answer.

Cloe smirks maliciously as she contemplates her options while leaning against him with intent. "Oh, hmm..." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing in a whisper so low it's barely audible above the noise of the movie they're supposed to be watching: "...why don't you suck on my fingers? Maybe that'll help us decide if you're really serious about this." She sticks out her index and middle finger for him, letting them dance tantalizingly close to his lips.

Mia, meanwhile, remains silent for a moment before finally speaking up with a cruel grin on her face. "You know," she says casually, as if it's no big deal at all, "we could always just take some pictures." She reaches into her bag and pulls out her phone before flipping through the camera roll to find a selfie mode. "

Mia snickers as she watches him obey, her eyes glinting with sadistic amusement. "Good boy," she croons before taking the phone from him and snapping a photo of them. "Don't worry," she continues, trying to sound reassuring, "we won't share these with anyone who doesn't need to see them." Her grin tells another story entirely.

Cloe hums in agreement, running her fingers through his hair as he services her digits. "You really are such a little monkey," she muses before pulling her fingers away from him and sucking on them loudly, relishing the wet sound it makes. Her gaze flickers back to him, challenging once more: Can you handle this? Are you ready for what comes next?"

"Cloe pouts playfully, pretending to be offended. "Well if you keep staring at my panties like that I'm going to have to make sure you can only look at them." She smirks before reaching down and slowly tugging her skirt upwards, revealing a pair of red lace thong. Her smile grows wider as his eyes widen with desire. "See? Maybe you should just focus on pleasing me instead..."

Mia watches the exchange intently, taking another photo for their growing collection. She leans in closer to him and whispers, "You know what they say about big balls... Do you have any idea how much fun it'll be to prove them wrong?" Her hand glides down his chest, dangerously close to where he most desires contact before moving lower still, gently caressing the hem of her skirt.

Cloe's eyes widen in surprise as she watches him obey her command with eager anticipation. She bites her lip and draws her legs up, revealing herself even more before dropping them back down so that he can see everything. "There," she says softly, running a hand through his hair. "Now you know how it feels."

Mia laughs, amused by their game of power dynamics. "Well then," she says with a grin, leaning in closer and slipping her hand under his shirt, skimming over his stomach before coming to rest on his hip. "I suppose we should give you a bit of guidance since this is all new territory for you." Her other hand trails up his thigh, teasing him even more.

"Oh really?" Cloe coos mockingly, amused by his eagerness to please them. She leans back and spreads her legs wider, teasing him further as he looks hungrily between her thighs. "Maybe you should start with some foreplay," she suggests with a smirk. "See if you can get me nice and wet."

Mia giggles and moves closer, running a hand through his hair again before tracing it down his chest to the hem of his shirt. With practiced ease, she pulls it over his head and throws it aside so he's sitting bare-chested before her. "There," she says, admiring his body now revealed in all its pathetic glory. "That should make things more interesting for both of us."

Mia's lips curl into a cruel smile as she watches him struggle to contain himself beneath the borrowed lace thong. She leans forward and kisses him softly on the cheek before whispering in his ear, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find a way to please us both." Her hand slides lower, brushing teasingly against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh as she speaks.

Cloe giggles at his obvious distress and shoves him playfully before leaning back again with her legs spread wider still. "Come on, big boy," she taunts, "I didn't think you had it in you." She pauses dramatically, her gaze flickering down to where he is trapped between them in his little makeshift thong before continuing softly, "I bet we could show you a few tricks if you

"There we go," Joy says with a satisfied grin as she steps back to admire her handiwork. "Just perfect." She tilts his chin up so that their eyes meet and whispers, "Now you really do look like one of us." Her gaze drifts downwards, lingering on the bulge in his panties before finally returning to meet Cloe's amused expression.

Cloe snorts softly at the sight of him with lipstick smeared all over his face and chin. "I suppose you're just going to have to make this worth our while, aren't you?" She arches an eyebrow suggestively, enjoying the way he squirms under her gaze.

Mia purses her lips thoughtfully, considering him once more. Finally, she leans forward and whispers into his ear, "I have an idea..." Her fingers

Cloe's eyes widen in surprise at the force behind Mia's knee to his balls. She bites her lip, watching as he doubles over in pain, clutching at himself. Joy smirks and gives her a sly nod before leaning down and whispering into his ear, "Want us to stop?"

Mia straightens up, expression unreadable as she waits for his response. Her hand drifts downwards again, lightly tracing circles on the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to where she knows he's aching. "Dance for us," she commands softly, her voice laced with threat and desire. "And maybe we'll let you feel a little better."

Cloe claps her hands in delight as he begins to dance, moving awkwardly on the floor. Her laughter is infectious, drawing a response from both Mia and Joy as they watch him grovel for their amusement. "Oh, look at you," Cloe coos, tilting her head back and closing her eyes in pure pleasure. "You're so much fun to tease."

Mia glances down at his now exposed crotch and licks her lips slowly before moving closer. With a mischievous grin, she trails one finger up the inner seam of his thong, tracing the outline of his still-limp member. "I bet you're just aching to feel better," she whispers, nipping playfully at his ear. Her free hand moves lower, slipping between his legs and cupping him gently through the thin fabric.

Cloe giggles as he collapses to the floor in front of them, still clutching at his crotch in a futile attempt to stem the flow of cum. "Well, aren't we just the little mess-maker?" she teases with an amused smile before leaning down and planting a soft kiss on his forehead.

Mia hums thoughtfully, watching as he slowly regains his breath. "I suppose we should let you rest," she says reluctantly, her fingers slipping away from where they had been held captive mere moments ago. Her gaze travels down the length of his body before meeting his eyes again and a slow smirk curls up one corner of her mouth. "But just remember," she warns softly, "we're not done with you yet."

"No indeed," Cloe agrees with a satisfied nod. "There are still plenty of games

Mia's eyes widen in shock as Chloe begins to relieve herself on the loser's face. Her own laughter threatens to escape but she manages to hold it back, enjoying the sight of his desperate attempts to breathe through the stream. She glances over at Joy and raises her eyebrows questioningly, unable to hide the twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

Joy merely shrugs, her mouth pressed into a straight line as she struggles not to laugh out loud herself. "I guess we should give him a break...after this," she says through gritted teeth, gesturing for Chloe to continue. Cloe seems to take the hint, emptying her bladder before finally pulling her panties back up and straightening up again.

"Well then," Mia says, still unable to keep the amusement out of her voice, "

Cloe laughs maniacally as they leave the room, her mirth echoing down the hall. "I can't wait to see what you look like in those tomorrow!" she shouts over her shoulder, then quickly adds with a malicious grin, "And be sure not to forget about our little favor."

Mia, on the other hand, smirks mischievously as they continue down the hall. "Oh, I don't think he'll ever forget any of this," she says confidently. "Especially since it was so much fun for all of us." She glances at Joy out of the corner of her eye before looking back at the loser and arching an eyebrow suggestively. "I suppose we should give him some time to recuperate, though..."

Cloe laughs maniacally as they leave the room, her mirth echoing down the hall. "I can't wait to see what you look like in those tomorrow!" she shouts over her shoulder, then quickly adds with a malicious grin, "And be sure not to forget about our little favor."

Mia, on the other hand, smirks mischievously as they continue down the hall. "Oh, I don't think he'll ever forget any of this," she says confidently. "Especially since it was so much fun for all of us." She glances at Joy out of the corner of her eye before looking back at the loser and arching an eyebrow suggestively. "I suppose we should give him some time to recuperate, though..."

"There he is," Joy says with a satisfied smile as she enters the bathroom and takes in the sight of him clad only in red soiled panties and ankle cuffs. "Looking as miserable as ever." She saunters up to him, her hands tucked idly behind her back as she appraises his new attire.

Cloe giggles and snaps another photo, leaning in closer to his pierced navel. "Doesn't it feel nice?" she asks innocently, running a finger over the tiny jewelry before backing away with an evil grin.

Mia on the other hand, studies him carefully. "You know," she says, tapping her chin thoughtfully, "I think you'll look absolutely adorable in that outfit." She gestures towards the bag and continues, "Besides, it's not like

The trio settles in, each with their own snack to munch on as they watch him squirm beneath their gazes. "So pathetic," Joy whispers with a shake of her head before turning back to the movie. "Honey, pass the popcorn." Cloe tosses the bag toward him, laughing at how clumsily he catches it. "See?" she teases, "You're not even good enough for that!" Mia snorts in amusement, tilting her head to one side as she films the entire scene with her phone.

As the movie continues, they occasionally throw him accusatory glances or mutter insults under their breath when he doesn't react quickly enough. It's a game to them, this power dynamic, and they revel in it. But even through their mockery and taunts, there's an undeniable sense of enjoyment

"Oh look," Joy says with a knowing smirk as she spots the tiny keychain on his chest, "I see we all decided to dress up tonight." The other girls nod in agreement, their laughter filling the room and making it hard for him to concentrate. "Don't you feel special?" she asks, though there is no mistaking the mockery in her tone.

Cloe leans forward eagerly, her gaze flickering between his face and his hands as he continues to stroke himself through the soiled panties. "I can tell by how hard you're getting that you really do like this," she whispers suggestively before reaching over and swiping another handful of popcorn into her mouth.

Mia watches intently, her phone still recording every move he makes. Her finger traces a slow circle around the rim of her wineglass, drawing out a long hiss

Mia chuckles darkly as she watches Cloe punish the loser's hand and balls, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "Oh yes," she agrees, licking her lips suggestively, "self-control is such an important skill to learn." Her gaze wanders down his body before meeting his eyes again, the message clear: there's more where that came from if he doesn't start obeying their rules.

As for Joy, she smirks knowingly at the punishment being doled out. "You see?" she says sweetly, reaching over to stroke his cheek, "They don't always have to be so mean." Her fingers trail down his neck before finding purchase on his throbbing cock, squeezing gently through the thin material of his panties. "But I suppose it helps when they enjoy their work," she finishes with a wink.

Cloe releases his balls with a satisfied grunt before grabbing the tiny chastity cage and holding it up to his face. "Look at what you get to wear now," she says in an almost sympathetic tone, running her thumb along the edge of the metal. "It's so pretty, isn't it?"

Mia nods in agreement, walking closer to him as he tries to squirm away from Cloe's grip on his crotch. "You know," she says quietly, her breath hot against his ear, "if you're a good boy and obey us...maybe one day we'll let you out of your new toy." Her fingers slide lower, teasing at the sensitive skin just above his waistband.

Joy smirks, leaning back against the couch with her legs crossed. She eyes him up and down, a wicked glint in her eye. "

Mia eyes him appreciatively as he squirms beneath Cloe's weight. "How does that feel?" she asks innocently, her voice laced with amusement. "Cozy in there?" She leans closer still, running a fingertip along the edge of his eye before tracing the line of his jawbone.

Cloe hums thoughtfully, carefully applying foundation to his skin as if he were a doll. "You'll get used to it," she whispers in his ear, her breath tickling his lobe. "And then you'll love it." Her lips brush against his cheek, leaving a faint trace of pink lipstick behind.

Joy watches them both with an amused expression on her face, idly picking at the remaining popcorn in the bag. "He's so much fun to play with," she says quietly to no one in particular,

"Oh dear," Joy says with an exaggerated pout, "it seems our little slut has forgotten his promise." She tilts her head thoughtfully, eyeing him up and down before standing up herself and sauntering over to where he's sitting. "I suppose we should teach you a lesson," she whispers in his ear before yanking him roughly to his feet.

Cloe watches them with narrowed eyes, her lips pursed in annoyance. "Just remember this the next time you forget your promises," she growls before stalking off to join Mia on the couch, leaving him trapped between their angry gazes.

The two girls watch as he slowly struggles back to his feet, clutching at his now painful groin. "Good boy," Mia murmurs with a satisfied smile when she sees that he's obeying them. She turns her attention back to the movie, idly flipping through channels while they wait for him to get ready.

Cloe remains where she is, leaning back against the couch and crossing her arms over her chest. Her expression is one of quiet satisfaction, as if she's found a new favorite pastime in tormenting their poor little slut. "Let's see how long it takes him this time," she mutters almost to herself, glancing at Joy for confirmation.

The older girl merely shrugs, not taking her eyes off the screen. "Could be hours," she says nonchalantly before turning back to Mia and continuing their conversation about something entirely different

Cloe grins wickedly at the loser, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well then," she says, leaning in close to whisper into his ear, "let's see how well you've been practicing." Her warm breath sends a shiver down his spine as she stands up and begins pacing back and forth before him, her hips swaying hypnotically.

Mia watches this exchange with amusement before glancing at the clock on the wall. "We have some time left," she says thoughtfully. "Why don't we play a little game to pass the time? I know just the thing..." She winks, her fingers idly playing with the keys dangling from around her neck.

The look on their loser's face is priceless as he realizes that whatever Mia has planned, it's not going to be pleasant. The tension

"Let's see how well you've been practicing." Her warm breath sends a shiver down his spine as she stands up and begins pacing back and forth before him, her hips swaying hypnotically.

Mia watches this exchange with amusement before glancing at the clock on the wall. "We have some time left," she says thoughtfully. "Why don't we play a little game to pass the time? I know just the thing..." She winks, her fingers idly playing with the keys dangling from around her neck.

The look on their loser's face is priceless as he realizes that whatever Mia has planned, it's not going to be pleasant. The tension

The girls' laughter rings through the room as they continue to watch their loser dance, kicking him in the balls every now and then to keep him moving. "Oh look," Joy exclaims, "he's even getting a little confident!" She claps her hands together excitedly and Mia nods in agreement, grinning mischievously from where she sits on the couch.

Cloe, however, has another idea entirely. She struts over to him, her hips swinging seductively as she approaches. "Why don't you show us how good of a dancer you really are," she purrs into his ear before snapping her fingers sharply in front of his face. "For me." Her eyes sparkle with challenge, daring him to refuse.

Cloe watches the phone screen with glee as she continues to dance with their loser. "Looks like you're getting even more famous," she says with a smile before glancing over at Joy, her eyes brightening. "Maybe we should sell tickets for your next performance!" They both giggle maniacally before Mia intervenes.

"Oh now, girls...let's not get too ahead of ourselves," she chides, though the amusement in her voice gives away how much fun she's having. "For now, let's just enjoy this little spectacle and see where it takes us." She leans back against the couch, her fingers idly tapping on the armrest as they watch their handiwork unfold before them.

Cloe grins devilishly as she spots the princess plug and produces it with a triumphant flourish. "Oh my," she coos, examining the tiny pink toy in the light. "This is going to look simply lovely in you." With expert precision, she lubricates the device and forces it into her struggling loser's ass, ignoring his gasps of pain as she pushes it deeper and deeper until it clicks into place.

Mia watches with rapt attention, her fingers once again idly tracing the pattern of keys around her neck. "Don't you feel so much better now?" she asks in a syrupy sweet voice, reaching over to caress his newly plugged hole before trailing her fingers up to fondle one of his swollen nipples through the thin material of his crop top.

Joy purses her lips thoughtfully, studying their

Cloe rolls her eyes at the loser's response, but her fingers never leave his nipple, twisting and pinching it roughly as punishment for his lack of gratitude. "Perhaps a more appropriate reaction would be obedience," she says with an icy tone.

Mia nods in agreement, moving closer to him so that their bodies are almost touching. Her breath hot against his ear, her words sending shivers down his spine. "Yes," she whispers, "you must learn to obey us if you want this to end well." She runs a finger along the length of his chastity cage before tracing it lower, teasing at the very tip of where his cock should be.

Joy leans back against the couch, watching them both with interest. "I think we've made our point," she says eventually, smirking slightly. "Perhaps it

Cloe lets go of his nipple with an exaggerated sigh, pushing him away as she stands up gracefully. "I think it's time to teach you a lesson about manners," she says with a sinister grin before grabbing his arm roughly and dragging him towards the door. "Come on, boy...time to fetch our stuff."

Mia trails after them, still smirking as they leave the room. "And remember," she calls over her shoulder, "we're your new owners now. You'd better start learning some respect." Her eyes gleam with amusement at the thought of what lies in store for their helpless little slut.

Cloe glances over her shoulder at him with a mix of annoyance and amusement. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" she asks, tugging irritably at one of the straps on her nightdress. "We want you to help us get ready." She pauses, sighing dramatically before looking back down at her phone. "Fine," she mutters finally. "Just bring me some clothes and makeup from my room."

Mia rolls her eyes but says nothing, busying herself with applying a fresh coat of lipstick in the mirror. "We'll be in your room," she mumbles without looking up, clearly expecting him to obey their instructions immediately.

Cloe eyes the lacy thong she's chosen skeptically before tossing it at him. "Put that on under your clothes," she says sharply, clearly unimpressed with his choice in undergarments. "And then help me find my favorite pair of heels." She huffs, annoyed at having to repeat herself.

Mia glances up from her phone long enough to give him a calculating look. "I think we should make him wear something else today," she suggests, gesturing toward his tight white tank top and short red skirt. "Something that shows off his assets more." Her eyes roam appreciatively over his body as she speaks, making it clear what she means.

Cloe grins evilly as she watches him squirm under her gaze. "Oh really?" She stands up slowly, moving toward him with a predatory grace that sends shivers down his spine. "I think you should put this on," she says, holding out a tiny black thong in front of him before snapping her fingers impatiently when he doesn't react fast enough.

Mia snorts with laughter, watching the exchange with amused detachment. "You know what?" She pulls an equally tiny red corset from where it had been hanging on the back of the door, and holds it up so that he can see it dangling in front of his face. "This would look even better," she says sweetly, her fingers brushing against the lace as if caressing a lover.

Cloe hums thoughtfully, eyeing the corset before looking back up at him. "Good," she says with a satisfied smile. "Now you look even better." She runs her fingers over his stomach, feeling the fabric beneath her fingertips. "I think it suits you," she murmurs, almost to herself, before stepping back and giving him a once-over.

Mia giggles, lying down beside her friend on the bed. "You're just saying that because he's so cute in it," she teases. "But yeah, I have to agree." She props herself up on one elbow, tracing lazy circles over his exposed stomach. "Now," she says, narrowing her eyes, "let's see how long you can keep this promise of yours."

Their eyes meet for a moment, and the weight of their expectation hangs heavy in the air

The three girls look incredibly pleased with themselves as they lead their loser through the crowded campus. The feel of Joy's and Cloe's soft skin against his arm is intoxicating, especially when combined with the hardness of their keys digging into his chest, serving as constant reminders of who he belongs to now.

Mia glances over at him with a sly smile, tracing her finger along the waistband of his trousers. "So," she begins, "tell us about your life before we found you." Her tone is almost mocking as she speaks, like she's already bored with this new toy and ready to move on.

The loser blushes slightly under her scrutiny, unsure how much to reveal. The information he has is obviously limited, but perhaps if he plays his cards right...

"Ah," Cloe says, pretending to feign interest as they all weave through a crowd of students, "I see." She glances over at Mia and raises her eyebrows in mock sympathy before looking back down at their helpless little slut. "Well, you know," she says with a smile, reaching out to gently tousle his hair, "we can help you with that."

Mia smirks, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Maybe we could even set you up on some dates," she suggests, eyes glinting with mischief. "After all, it's not like you have anything better to do now." Her voice drips with sarcasm, but there's an undercurrent of truth to her words that makes the loser squirm uncomfortably.

Joy pauses for a moment, considering this idea. "Yes," she finally says,

"Yes," she finally says, nodding in agreement as they step into the cloakroom. The other students mill about outside oblivious to their little game. "That could be quite amusing," Mia adds with a laugh before leaning against the wall, watching them intently.

Cloe grins wickedly at their helpless slut, knowing full well the effect she's having on him as she kneels between his parted legs. "Well then," she says huskily, reaching out to tug roughly on one of his balls through the netting of his sack, "we'd better make sure you're at your best for them." Her tongue darts out and traces a wet line up his shaft before circling the head of his cock, teasing him mercilessly.

Joy stands behind her, one hand resting possessively on Cloe's shoulder as she watch

The two girls exchange amused glances as they watch their loser struggle to come to terms with being on the receiving end of some gentleness. Mia arches an eyebrow curiously, almost looking bored before remembering her earlier comment about setting him up on dates. She nods minutely in satisfaction at the thought.

Cloe, however, is enjoying this newfound power over their little slut far too much to let it go so soon. Her fingers slide through his hair roughly, holding him in place as she grinds her hips against his face. "Eat me," she whispers huskily, feeling the moist heat of her pussy against his lips and tongue. "Make me cum."

Joy leans forward slightly, her gaze fixed intently on their scene below her. "And remember," she murmurs with a sly smile, "if you please her enough, maybe we

Cloe gasps, her hips bucking wildly as the sensation overtakes her. She moans into the quiet cloakroom, leaning against a nearby locker for support. Her free hand fists in his hair, tugging roughly as she comes down from her high. "Ahhhh," she breathes heavily, collapsing onto the cold tile floor with a sigh of relief.

Mia watches with interest, uncrossing her arms and stepping closer to them. She glances meaningfully between Cloe and their helpless loser before leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Do you think that's enough practice for tonight?" she asks teasingly. "Or should we make it a little more..." - she trails off, leaving the rest unsaid as her eyes wander suggestively over his body.

Mia raises an eyebrow in mock surprise before grinning widely at their loser. "Well then," she says playfully, "I guess we'd better make sure you practice with the both of us." She steps between him and Cloe, kneeling down so that they're face-to-face. Her hand sneaks under his shirt to caress his chest, tracing circles around one of his nipples as she leans in to whisper into his ear. "Don't you think that sounds like a good idea?"

"Well then," Cloe murmurs against his skin before leaning back to look at Mia with a challenging glint in her eye. "Let's see how good he really is." She spreads her legs invitingly, positioning herself above him as Mia takes up a spot on one side and Joy leans casually against the wall nearby.

The three of them exchange knowing smiles before leaning forward at once, their hands grasping his head firmly. "Suck me off," Cloe whispers in his ear, "and show us how talented you really are." Their hips grind suggestively against his mouth and hand, teasing him with their desire as they wait eagerly for him to prove himself once again.

Cloe shudders beneath him as his tongue finds the perfect spot inside her. "Yes," she moans, gripping his hair tighter as she begins to lose control. Mia watches with interest, running a hand up and down her thigh before reaching between them to stroke Cloe's wet folds even more explicitly.

Joy merely smirks, taking pleasure in the power they now hold over this little slut. As he sucks and licks at their pussies with eager determination, they each take a moment to look him over, appreciating anew just how delicious he looks beneath them. They could keep him like this forever...

Cloe leans in close to the hairdresser, her voice barely above a whisper as she instructs, "I want him to look really feminine today." She giggles devilishly and playfully runs her fingers through his hair. The hairdresser looks a bit taken aback but goes along with it, knowing better than to argue with these three lovely ladies.

As the scissors snip away at his long locks, Cloe beams triumphantly up at him in the mirror. "See?" she asks innocently, pointing toward her own new 'do. "This is how we should all look." Mia grins widely, nodding in agreement while Joy watches with amusement, her hands folded primly in her lap.

Cloe's eyes widen in surprise as the hairdresser begins to piece together their story. "Oh!" she exclaims, sounding a little put out. "And you thought we were just being friendly?" She glances at Mia and gives her a meaningful look before turning back to the girl. "Well, I think he looks better this way," she says firmly, as if daring the hairdresser to disagree.

Mia nods in agreement, running her fingers through his newly short hair. "Yes," she echoes with a smirk, "much more...approachable now." She glances meaningfully at him before looking back up at the hairdresser and giving her an encouraging smile. "Why don't you give him some highlights as well?" she suggests slyly. "I think he'd look even better with a little color."

"Oh my," Mia coos in mock surprise as she watches the pink dye take effect. "I didn't know you had such pretty hair beneath all that mess." She reaches out to brush some of his bangs away from his face, examining him with a critical eye before grinning wickedly. "It's almost a shame to keep you like this," she says, trailing a finger down the center of his chest.

Cloe laughs, leaning in close to whisper in his ear. "But don't worry," she whispers, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine, "you can go back to being our little slut any time you want." She winks suggestively before standing up and straightening the tags on her new top. "Right, shall we?"

Cloe can't help but grin at their loser's adorable blush as she examines his new undergarments and shoes. "He does look rather pretty in all that," she says with a sigh, running her fingers through his freshly pink-tipped hair before letting him go with an amused pat on the ass.

Mia hums thoughtfully, studying him from top to bottom as they walk back to their flat. "I'm still not sure about those shoes," she says finally, glancing at them skeptically. "Perhaps something a little more neutral next time?" She pauses, narrowing her eyes at him, letting the implied threat hang heavy in the air.

They all exchange knowing looks as they step inside, making a show of hanging up their coats and removing their shoes with exaggerated care before Mia gives them an almost imperceptible

"Oh, you definitely need that," Mia agrees with a nod, walking over to stand beside the couch and watching him closely. "It'll make you feel so much smoother." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "And it'll be easier for us to keep you clean, won't it?" Her voice is dangerously soft as she reaches out to trace a finger along the sparse hairs on his chest.

Cloe grins wickedly at him from where she's perched on the arm of the couch. "Yeah," she says with an evil glint in her eye, "we don't want you getting all gross and sweaty, do we?" She runs a hand through his newly highlighted hair before moving closer, nuzzling against him suggestively.

Joy simply raises one eyebrow, looking amused at the entire situation as she

Mia watches the whole process with a knowing grin, her eyes never straying far from his crotch. "Ouch," she says sympathetically whenever he screams, as if she actually cares about how much it hurts. But deep down, she knows exactly what's going through his mind right now: the mixture of pain and humiliation making him feel even more vulnerable beneath their hands.

Cloe can't help but laugh, especially when he struggles so much that he nearly knocks her off balance on the armrest. "Calm down," she teases, reaching over to steady herself before running a hand up his leg and over his chest. The contact is almost casual...but there's an undercurrent of power in it that leaves him feeling exposed and exposed

Mia snorts with laughter, watching the exchange with amused detachment. "You know what?" She pulls an equally tiny red corset from where it had been hanging on the back of the door, and holds it up so that he can see it dangling in front of his face. "This would look even better," she says sweetly, her fingers brushing against the lace as if caressing a lover. "This will have to wait though," she adds with a grin. "Right now we need food."

Cloe rolls her eyes and huffs, pretending to be annoyed even as she can't help but smile at him. "Yeah, fine," she says, gesturing for him to lead the way out of the bedroom. "Let's eat."

They all head towards the kitchen in silence, the tension between them almost palpable. But

Cloe wrinkles her nose in mock disgust at his culinary attempts but secretly can't help but feel a bit touched by the effort he's put into it. "Alright," she says finally, "let's see how this turned out." She climbs down from the counter and moves to stand beside Mia.

Mia watches him expectantly as he kneels on the floor with his head bowed. Her eyes flicker down to his restrained cock before snapping back up again, her curiosity piqued by how this game will play out tonight.

Joy leans against the counter, one hand propped casually on her hip as she surveys the scene before her. There's a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she thinks about what they could possibly make him do next...

Cloe's eyes light up at the idea and she grins evilly at their pathetic little slut. "Very well," she says, stepping forward and shoving the huge dildo roughly into his mouth. She winces in sympathy as he begins to gag on it before smirking maliciously again, relishing the power she has over him.

Mia watches with amusement, her hands clasped behind her back. "Oh, that does look rather...disgusting," she says quietly, almost more to herself than anyone else. But there's an edge to her voice that makes it clear she doesn't mean for him to interpret her words as anything other than a threat. He'd better play this game right if he wants things to go easily for him tonight.

"I don't know about that," Mia muses, stepping forward and gently running her hand over his hair. "Maybe you should show us a little more appreciation first." She leans down, her lips hovering just above the top of his head as she whispers, "You could always try kissing our feet..." Her voice trails off suggestively, making him feel even smaller and more vulnerable beneath their gazes.

Cloe giggles, nudging Mia playfully before stepping away from them both to give her room. She leans against the counter with one leg crossed over the other, watching as he kneels there, waiting for their next command. "Well then," she says softly, "why don't you show us how good you are at pleasing a woman?" Her eyes flick down to his crotch for just a moment before looking back up at him expectantly.

Cloe gasps softly as he begins to kiss her toes, a shiver running down her spine at the feeling of his lips on her skin. "Oh," she breathes out, "that's...not too bad..." Her voice trails off as he continues to lavish attention on her feet, leaving gentle, tender kisses all over her skin.

Mia narrows her eyes and watches him carefully from across the room, a strange expression playing over her features. "Hmm," she hums thoughtfully, tapping her chin with one finger. "Perhaps you're learning after all..." She moves to stand beside Cloe, giving her foot a gentle nudge before placing it in front of the loser, inviting him to continue his ministrations.

Cloe watches as he eagerly pleasures their feet, her eyes moving up and down his body appreciatively. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she thinks about what else they could make him do tonight... "I think you're doing well enough," she says finally, nudging Mia with her elbow before turning back to him. "Maybe later you can ask for a reward."

Mia hums in agreement, stepping closer and leaning against the counter beside Cloe. Her eyes glint dangerously as she studies their loser's eager expression. "We'll see," she says softly, her tone leaving no doubt that he won't be getting anything unless he works very hard for it.

Joy simply grins, her gaze moving between them before focusing back on him once more. She knows this little game is only just beginning...

"Oh, isn't that what you wanted?" Mia teases with a wicked grin, moving closer to flank their little slut on either side. "We were just thinking of something fun to do together...and this seemed like the perfect idea."

Cloe chuckles darkly, running her fingers through his hair before brushing them down his chest and over his cock. The sensation sends shivers of pleasure through him, making it painfully clear that they're still in control here. "And what a wonderful prize you'll be," she whispers into his ear before kissing him roughly, her tongue darting into his mouth to claim possession of his lips and teeth.

As their hands grip his head and hips, forcing him back and forth between them, Joy can't help but feel a surge of power course through her veins. There's something so deliciously wicked

Cloe: "Oh yes," she hisses into his ear as their hips grind together in unison. Her strap-on slides easily inside him, filling him up even more than before. With each thrust forward, her nails scrape down his back leaving a line of fire in their wake.

Mia: She watches with eager fascination as they take turns fucking the little sissy. Her hands grip his hair tighter, forcing his mouth over hers in a brutal display of dominance. With each pass of her tongue against his, she can feel him tremble beneath her touch.

Joy: Her eyes never leave the scene before her, capturing every detail on camera for their personal enjoyment later. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and wet flesh fill the room, echoing through the apartment and into the night beyond. As she films them in this twisted act of pleasure

Cloe: "Oh yes," she hisses into his ear as their hips grind together in unison. Her strap-on slides easily inside him, filling him up even more than before. With each thrust forward, her nails scrape down his back leaving a line of fire in their wake.

Mia: She watches with eager fascination as they take turns fucking the little sissy. Her hands grip his hair tighter, forcing his mouth over hers in a brutal display of dominance. With each pass of her tongue against his, she can feel him tremble beneath her touch.

Joy: Her eyes never leave the scene before her, capturing every detail on camera for their personal enjoyment later. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and wet flesh fill the room, echoing through the apartment and into the night beyond. As she films them in this twisted act of pleasure

Mia: She watches as he struggles to take both cocks at once, his body quivering with need and desire. "That's it," she encourages him, running her hands down his chest and stomach before curling them around his hips. "Take us deeper."

Cloe leans forward, bracing herself on one hand as she continues to ride their loser from behind. Her free hand trails down his chest to cup him over her strap-on, gently stroking his length while grinding against him. "Yeah," she pants, looking down into his pleading eyes, "give it all to us."

Mia: She watches him with a mixture of lust and curiosity as he struggles to keep up with their pace. A small smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, knowing that he's close to the edge. But before he can come anywhere near release, she pulls him roughly off Mia's strap-on with a grunt and pushes him onto all fours on the floor.

Cloe follows suit, yanking her cock free from his ass with a wet pop that echoes through the room. "Now," Cloe says, straddling him once more but this time facing away. Her hands go to work massaging his sore, tender hole while she rocks her hips back and forth against his erection.

Mia circles around behind him, running her fingers up and down his spine before cupping one of his breasts in her hand. "You're so responsive

Mia: She watches with amused interest as he collapses against the floor, spent and begging for release. "Such a little slut," she teases, nibbling on his earlobe before kneeling behind him and parting his ass cheeks with both hands. With a wicked grin, she lowers her face to his hole and takes a long, deep breath.

Cloe, meanwhile, rocks her hips harder against his cock, the friction driving them both closer to climax. "That's it," she groans, leaning forward so that their bodies are pressed tightly together. Her fingers work tirelessly at his sore entrance, stretching and teasing him until he begs for her to let him come inside her.

As Mia finally descends onto his hole, engulfing him in a hot, wet heat, Cloe slides down until she'

Mia sighs with pleasure as their little slut explodes inside her fist. She thrusts her hand roughly forward and back, milking him for all he's worth before finally coming off with a wet pop that echoes through the room. With a satisfied grunt, she lets his spent cock slide free from her fingers and loll lifelessly on the floor beside them.

Cloe rocks her hips one final time against his now empty cock before sitting up straight, wiping her hands clean on her sweatpants with an amused grin. "There," she says, looking down at him with satisfaction. "All clean and pretty again."

Cloe giggles as the hot liquid splashes against his body, sending shivers down his spine. "There's a good little slut," she praises, running her fingers through his hair before standing up and stretching languidly. "I think that calls for a reward."

Mia snorts with laughter as their wet mess trickles down his chest and stomach. "Yeah, I think you deserve something special," she agrees, walking over to him and offering her hand to help him up off the floor. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she adds, "On one condition."

Mia's smile turns predatory at his eagerness. "You can have your reward," she says slowly, deliberately, "but only if you promise to be extra obedient tonight." Her gaze drops lower, lingering on the now-spent erection pressed against his thigh. "Do we have a deal?"

Cloe leans in close to him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispers, "You better start being good right now if you want any of this." Her fingers trace along his jawline before fisting into his hair, pulling him back so that he looks her in the eye.

Their eyes lock for a long moment, their agreement sealed with an understanding that leaves no room for misunderstanding: tonight, they are in control, and their loser will do as he's told...or else.

Cloe arches an eyebrow at his solemn declaration, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "Very well," she says with a nod of approval, gesturing for him to follow her as she heads towards the bedroom. "I think we should get you nice and comfortable..."

Mia pauses for a moment, considering their new plaything. A mischievous grin tugs at the corner of her mouth as an idea begins to form in her mind. She trails a fingernail down his chest, leaving a thin line of wetness in its wake, before finally whispering against his ear, "You'll be such a good little slave for us..."

The bedroom is dimly lit by the glow of the television, casting shadowy figures across the room as their captives settle in. Joy perches on the edge of the bed, her camera resting between her