Once I was free, I was told to stand up and Kristen was instructed to pull my pants down around my ankles.
Miss Cross untaped my mouth and removed the panties, returning them to Megan.
I found it hard to focus or think.
Each of the girls had their phones out again, recording what followed.
"Mr. Thompson, the girls have all agreed to the following terms. They will keep seeing you if you agree to one and only one condition. The 3 of them will own your cock from this point forward. You will agree to give up complete control over it to them. If you agree, they will keep seeing you. If you don't, you are free to pull up your pants and go. If you accept their terms, you are going to have a very, pardon the pun, hard summer."
I have no idea what came over me. I looked at my 3 tormentors and realised I had never felt so in love with each and every one of them.
I nodded.
Miss Cross told me all I had to do was ask each of them and get them to agree. Again I nodded.
"Megan," I started, in barely a whisper, "will you own my cock?"
She giggled and told me to come kneel on the ground before her.
"Grovel. Tell me you are nothing without me."
I blushed. "Oh God, Megan. I am nothing without you. Please. Please own my cock."
She slid her foot toward me. Her brown leather penny loafer in front of my face.
Kiss it," she demanded, giggling.
I closed my eyes and pressed my lips to her shoe, kissing it gently, letting it wash over me.
"Good boy," she told me. "Sure. I'll own your cock."
Beth was next.
"Crawl over here," she said, a bit coldly.
"Please own my cock, Beth. Please?" I said, desperately.
She looked down at me. "Tell me you love me."
It was easy. "I love you Beth. I really do."
She smiled. "New beg me to love you."
I felt my heart race. I squirmed, looking up from the floor, my eyes wide.
"Please Beth, please love me."
She smirked. "I'll own your cock too."
Kristen was last.
I crawled awkwardly across the floor.
"Stand up," she said sharply. "Like a man."
She stepped closer, her body pressed to mine. She reached down and took my balls in her hand, squeezing them again.
I curled a bit in response to the pain.
"But you aren't a man. A man doesn't give his cock to a bunch of girls. A man doesn't whimper when a girl touches his balls."
I lowered my head.
"Look at me," she said.
I looked into her eyes, embarrassed and humiliated.
"We own you now, loser. Cock and all," she sneered and then spit in my face.
All 3 of the girls erupted into laughter.
"Well, that wasn't so hard, was it Mr. Thompson."
I lowered my eyes and nodded silently.
"Now," she said, cutting the tape on my hands. "Get down on the floor, open your knees and rub the girl's new toy until they tell you to cum."
I obeyed quickly, sitting down and stroking my cock eagerly.
"From now on, your sex life is going to consist entirely of teasing and supervised masturbation. The girls have all agreed to some terms. Once you start masturbating, you are not to stop until instructed to do so. You will not cum without permission of all the girls who are present. And, finally, of course, you will follow any instructions."
I nodded, continuing to stroke my cock, being careful not to touch the one place I knew would instantly cause an orgasm.
Megan looked down and smiled. "OK, while you rub OUR cock, I want you to say 'I am a stupid masturbator' over and over."
The other two nodded in approval.