It’s Rude to Point 3

By SuperEvil
superevil7@protonmail.com

Copyright 2026 by SuperEvil, all rights reserved

[8,991 words]

Chapter 3

I stumbled back into my room, the scene of my earlier humiliation. The room where I was supposed to feel safe, now felt like an operating theater. A stage for my own destruction.

Once we were in my room, with the door closed, the act started to drop. The concern, the scientific jargon, it all vanished. Sarah’s smirk was back, wider and more wicked than ever. Mia was already licking her chops. Emma was still pale, but her eyes had a new, curious gleam. The real show was about to start.

Mia, of course, wasn't going to allow her act to drop completely. "Subject appears to be compliant," she said, pulling out that stupid black notebook. "Initial visual assessment confirms advanced Toxic Male Syndrome. Pre-extraction vitals are stable, but the build-up in the testicular region is visually significant. We should begin the manual extraction protocol immediately."

"Stop it," I said, my voice a raw, shaking whisper. "Just... stop."

Mia looked up from her notebook, a confused frown on her face. "Stop what, Tommy? We have to be thorough. My cousin is a very meticulous scientist. She demands detailed observation logs."

"No," said, a little louder this time. My anger was a tiny spark in a sea of shame. "I don't care about your cousin. I don't care about your fake syndrome. All of it. Drop the act. Right now."

Sarah and Mia looked at each other, a silent conversation passing between them. Emma seemed to shrink back a little, her hands twisting the hem of her bright yellow dress.

"What are you talking about, Tommy?" Mia asked, her tone shifting back to that fake-sweet concern that made my skin crawl. "We're just trying to help you. You're very sick."

"I am NOT SICK!" I shouted, my voice cracking. I couldn't hold it in anymore. "You guys are making this whole thing up! All of it! I know it! So just... just stop. Please. At least give me that. At least give me the dignity of being honest with me, if you're not going to be honest with my mom."

The room went silent. The only sound was the frantic thumping of my own heart.

Then, a slow, deliberate smile spread across Mia’s face. "Dignity," she repeated, the word tasting like a joke on her tongue. "You're naked, your penis is hard, and we're about to put our hands all over it. You don't have any dignity left, Tommy."

She put her notebook down on my desk. It was a definitive gesture. The end of the performance.

"Fine," she said, her voice dropping back to its normal, cool, and confident tone. "We'll drop the act. But it doesn't change what's about to happen."

My anger, that tiny spark of defiance, was smothered by a wave of pure cold. "Why?" I asked, the word barely a breath. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because it's fun, you idiot," Mia said, rolling her eyes. "Because we like you like this."

"And we have to do it," Sarah said, her own mask slipping away. The bright, bubbly girl was gone, replaced by something more intense, more possessive. "Otherwise, your mom will find out we lied. And then it's back to square one. Just you, naked in the yard, with no one to play with." She gave a little shiver, as if the thought was a terrible one.

"You're acting like you did a good thing for me!" I yelled, my anger returning, hot and fast.

"How else was I supposed to help you, Tommy?" Sarah fired back, her hands on her hips. "It was either this or let your mom keep thinking you could somehow control your erections. I knew you were going crazy, with the way your mom was treating you before. Do you think she would have stopped at just making you get naked? No, she would have escalated. Spankings. Beatings. Hell, she might have kicked you out or shipped you off to some kind of conversion therapy camp. Is that what you want? Some drill sergeant screaming in your face because your penis won't lie flat? No, what's happening now is the best solution. All I am thinking about, is you."

"Bullshit! Why did you tell my mom a lie so big that she'll keep me naked for the rest of my life?" I could feel the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, and I hated it. I hated them for making me feel like this.

Sarah's eyebrows shot up, looking at me like I was the biggest idiot on the planet. "Bullshit? You should be thanking me, Tommy!" she snapped, her hands flying to her hips. "How many other guys get three cute girls who actually want to help drain them all day long?" She rolled her eyes at me like I was the dumbest boy alive. "Who cares if you have to stay naked? It's a totally small price to pay. Besides," she added, her voice dropping lower, into that purr I hated, "I like you naked." She looked me up and down, her blue eyes sparkling. "A lot."

"Staying naked was my price," Mia said flatly, crossing her arms over her chest. "The price for keeping you safe from your mom's stupidity. Do you think Sarah is smart enough to come up with 'Toxic Male Syndrome' all on her own? No offense, Sarah," she added, giving her a quick glance.

"None taken," Sarah chirped. "I'm smart about other things." She wiggled her eyebrows at me, and my stomach did a sick little flip.

"This is our arrangement," Mia continued, her dark, intelligent eyes boring into me. "The way I see it, we all have things we want. I want to study you. To see if this is something boys like you can be reconditioned to enjoy. To need. Emma, she wants to see what it's like to be on this side of the power equation." Emma, who was standing by the bed, just blushed and looked at her shoes.

"Recondition? To enjoy what?" I sputtered.

"CFNM," Mia said simply, as if she was explaining the weather. "Clothed Female, Naked Male. And Sarah?"

Mia didn't have to answer. Sarah stepped forward, her face so close to mine I could feel the warmth of her breath. Her blue eyes were blazing with a mix of anger and something else. Something that looked a lot like hunger.

"I told you," she whispered, her voice a low, possessive growl that made a shiver go down my spine. "I'm here because I want to help you. To keep you safe from your mom. But I only can keep you safe if you are completely honest with yourself." she insisted. "This... this is all for you." She gestured to her clothes, to the other girls in the room, to my own nakedness. "All of this is just to make sure your mom doesn't send you away to some camp."

"I don't need your 'help' that keeps me naked in front of my sister," I shot back. My penis was still pointing. Pointing right at her. I tried to make it go down. I closed my eyes, and tried to clear my head, but it didn't work. I could smell her shampoo. I could feel her body heat. I could feel the other two watching me.

"Look, Tommy," Emma started, her gaze roaming over my body with an open appreciation that made me shiver. "When you came down the stairs, all naked... I was so embarrassed. I could tell you were really embarrassed too. I wanted to bolt, or tell your mom what was really going on. But... then I remembered what Sarah told me about your mom. And I looked at you, really looked. At... the running back. I saw all those muscles, all lean and tight, right there. You've got a really nice build, Tommy. You're not bulky like Sarah's brother and those other guys on the team, but you're strong."

My face burned. "So, that's your excuse for going along with this? You think I'm nice to look at?"

"No! Not exactly!" Emma rushed, her face bright red. "It's just... there's a sort of... power in it. For us. Seeing you like this. You're strong, but... we have the power. We have the clothes. We know your secrets. I never knew that could feel so... good." She took a deep breath. "So, I’m going to enjoy this, just like Sarah and Mia said you would come to enjoy this. I'm here... for the long hall."

They all looked at me, their expectations heavy in the room. I closed my eyes and tried to do it. I had to do it. I willed it with every fiber of my being. Point down, point down, point down! But it wouldn't. Of course, it wouldn't. Not with them here.

My face burned with fresh shame. I wasn't in control. Not of my body, and not of this situation.

"Tommy, didn't we have fun yesterday?" Sarah batted her eyelashes at me. "Just the two of us. I bet you remember. It felt good to cum for me, didn't it?"

I couldn't help but nod my head slowly. God, it did feel good.

"So we're going to have to do it again," she whispered. She leaned in closer, so close her blonde hair tickled my arm. 

"What if I refuse?" I gulped.

Mia gave a little laugh, "Oh, we won't hurt you... Not exactly," she gave me another terrifying look. "We can make this a naked heaven for you. Or we can make it a naked hell." My blood ran cold. Her finger brushed against the base of my penis, and I had to bite back a gasp. "The choice is yours," Mia continued, her smirk widening.

"What... what are you talking about?" I stammered, my hands clenching into fists at my sides.

"The way I see it is we have two choices, Tommy," Mia explained, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial whisper. "Option A, we do the extractions like we told your mother. The massage. Right here, right now." She gestured to my bed, and to the three of them. "It'll be fun. Maybe a little embarrassing for you, sure. But we'll get the 'blockage'," she made air quotes, "out. You'll be 'safe,' start to relax, and your mom will be happy."

She paused, letting that sink in. Then she held up a single, slender finger. "Option B," she said, her eyes glinting with a cold, calculating light. "Option B is... not so fun. Not for you, anyway."

"What is Option B?" I asked, my throat feeling dry.

"Denial therapy," Mia said simply.

"Denial... therapy?" I repeated, the words feeling like lead in my mouth. "What does that even mean?"

"We go to your mom right now. We tell her that the problem isn't that you needed to 'drain the blockage'. Instead, we tell her that you need to 'retain your fluids'. We tell her that you’ve been losing too much fluid and that’s the real reason for your ‘pointing’," Mia said, her grin turning into something sharp and hungry.

"Oh my god," I gasped, my whole body going cold. "You wouldn't."

"We would," Mia purred, her gaze holding mine. "We'll still have to do the manual manipulations, of course. To keep your heart from... ‘exploding’. But you won't get to have any happy endings. No more 'sneezes.' We'll just work you up, get you all hot and bothered, and then stop. Over and over. All day long. We'll make sure you're so hard it hurts. We'll massage your little balls until they ache so much you can't even walk straight. But you'll never, ever get to cum again. I'll make sure of it."

A strangled sound escaped my lips. The thought of it was a special kind of hell. A constant, unending ache, with no relief in sight.

"Oh my god... Just imagine," Emma whispered, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and fascination. "You, naked, all the time. Forever. And every few hours, one of us comes in and plays with your penis until you want to cry. And then we just... stop. We'll make your cock ache, and the only way to end it is to do exactly as we say. To be our good little boy."

Her words, so innocent, yet so depraved, hung in the air between us. I was trapped. Trapped by a lie, and by the choices that lie had created.

"Or, you can choose Option C," Sarah said, stepping forward and pushing Mia out of the way.

"There's an Option C?" I asked, a tiny, desperate flicker of hope in my chest.

Sarah nodded, her eyes locked on mine. "Option C, Tommy... is that you accept this. All of this. You stop fighting us. You do what we say. You let us take care of you. And you let us make you feel good. You don’t just go along with option A, you learn to enjoy it. Option C is that you realize this is what's best for you, what you truly want."

I looked at her, at her pretty face, at her bright blue eyes. I looked at Mia, with her dark, intelligent gaze, and Emma, with her curious, freckled face. They were my nightmare. But a part of me, a dark and twisted part I couldn't ignore, was a little bit thrilled by them.

"I'll even throw in a blowjob for you, right now, Tommy," Sarah added, her blue eyes gleaming. The word was so dirty, so shocking coming from her lips. "If you promise to behave and try to learn how to like it."

My head spun. A blowjob? From Sarah? The girl I'd been dreaming about all year? It was a devil's bargain, and I knew it. But it was also like a dream come true. A very wet dream, come true, right in my own bedroom.

I knew I couldn't say no. Not to her. And I couldn't deny what I was craving, deep down. Not anymore.

"Okay," I said, my voice a rough, breathless whisper. "Okay... Option C."

"Excellent choice," Mia purred, a triumphant smile spreading across her face.

Sarah giggled, that same sweet, happy sound she made when she was given a present. "Good boy," she whispered. Then she knelt in front of me, and whispered, "You know what to do, girls."

A strange shiver ran through me as Emma and Mia moved to stand on either side of me, flanking me like two beautiful, terrifying bodyguards. Their words from before, those teasing, hypnotic praises, started to fill the room again. The words had a whole new layer of meaning now.

"He's really learning to like this," Emma sighed. Her voice had a new, husky quality to it, a breathy sound that made the hairs on my arms stand up. "Look at him, he's so strong and ready for us. The way all his muscles are tensed up... and it's all because of us. His strong, hard penis is pointing right at us. It wants us to touch it." Her eyes, wide and curious, were focused on my throbbing erection.

"I'm just creaming my panties thinking about how naked he is, and how not naked I am," Mia chimed in, her tone dripping with a sarcastic sweetness that she knew was turning me on. My whole body went hot. "My clit is getting so puffy. I can't even cross my legs, it's so swollen. You're never going to feel it, though, Tommy. I'm wearing my thickest, blackest, tightest pair of panties right now. My favorite pair." She wiggled her hips a little, and I could see the faint outline of them through her skirt. She could see me looking.

And all the while, Sarah knelt before me. Her hands were cool and soft on my thighs, her touch sending a jolt straight to my core. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. She looked up at me, a triumphant, beautiful smile on her face, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Ready for the best blowjob of your life, my naked boy?" she whispered.

I could only nod, my throat too tight to speak.

She leaned in, her long blonde hair brushing against my stomach. I held my breath, my heart pounding so loud I was sure they could all hear it. She stuck out her tongue, small and pink, and she gave me a slow, deliberate lick right from the base of my shaft to the very tip.

A jolt of pure pleasure, so intense it was almost painful, shot through my entire body. I gasped, my hips jerking forward.

"Mmm, you taste so good," she purred, then she took me into her warm, wet mouth.

My mind went completely blank. It was better than anything I had ever felt. Better than my own hand, better than Sarah's hand, a million times better. She started to move, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling around the tip. It was heaven. It was my own private hell. It was the most amazing, awful, perfect thing that had ever happened to me.

"Look at him go," Mia sighed, her voice a low, possessive purr next to my ear. "Look at that cock disappear. That's my best friend's mouth you're in right now, Tommy. She's swallowing you whole. But you'll never see my nipples, no matter how bad you want them."

Her words, her closeness, the sight of Sarah on her knees in front of me, it was all too much.

"His penis is so pretty, Sarah," Emma whimpered from my other side, and I risked a glance at her. She was squeezing her breasts through her yellow dress, her own hands exploring what she was denying me. "I wish he could see my nipples, too. They're so hard and puffy for him, and all trapped in my bra."

"And you'll never get to taste my pussy, Tommy," Mia added, her voice a hot whisper against my neck. "But you can bet I'm going to taste your cock sometime soon."

My hips started to move on their own, a small, desperate thrusting rhythm that matched Sarah's movements. Her hands were on my ass, pulling me closer, urging me on. I looked down at her, at the sight of her pretty, blonde head bobbing in my lap. Her blue eyes were open, looking up at me, shining with a triumphant, hungry light. This was what she wanted. Total control. And a part of me, a twisted, ashamed part, wanted to give it to her.

"Oh my god, this is making me so wet, Tommy," Emma added, her own breath hitching a little as she watched us, her hands twisting in the fabric of her yellow dress. "But my little panties are covering me, so you'll never ever get to see me get all messy, even if you make me that way. You're just making me wet for me to enjoy by myself."

Hearing my shy classmate say something so dirty, so bold, it sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight through me. My hips bucked, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

"That's it, Tommy, you're fucking my best friend's face," Mia said, her approval making me hotter. "You're getting a blowjob from Sarah Sanders, and all you have to do is stand here and take it. You're so lucky."

The pressure was building, that familiar tightening in my groin. I was getting close. I could feel it.

"Go ahead, Tommy," Sarah said, pulling away for just a second. Her lips were swollen and wet. "Cum in my mouth. Give it to me. Show me how much you like it."

Then she took me in her mouth again, deeper this time, her tongue working its magic. That was it. The thing that pushed me over the edge. I came with a strangled cry, my whole body shuddering as I spilled into her warm, wet mouth.

She didn't pull away. She swallowed it all, every last drop, her throat working. When she was done, she looked up at me, a small, smug smile on her lips. She licked her lips, making a show of it. Then she looked up at me, "Well," she said, her voice a low, throaty purr that made my stomach clench. "That was fucking hot!"

I had to sit down on the bed. My legs felt like jelly.

"Did you swallow it all?" Mia asked, looking at Sarah intently, like a scientist waiting for results.

"Of course I did," Sarah said, sticking her tongue out to prove it. "It wasn't really all that salty, actually, it was kind of sweet. I really like the taste of you, Tommy. But Mia, you should probably mark down it was super salty, for the report you're going to give Tommy's mom."

Mia just scribbled something in her notebook without looking at it. "Right. 'Blockage is hyper-toxic. Subject requires immediate and repeated extractions'," she said, and they all shared a look that was full of a promise of more, so much more.

"Wow, fascinating..." Emma said, staring at me. At my lap. "It's shrinking, and fast." She seemed almost impressed.

It was true. The big wave had passed, and now my penis was smaller, softer. Almost normal. It was still bigger than it usually was when it was just... hanging there, but the angry, urgent pointing was gone. For the first time all day, my body actually felt relaxed.

"Can I go get dressed now?" I asked, the words coming out in a hopeful whisper. I was still sitting on the bed, naked and exposed, but the desperate, coiled-up feeling inside me had vanished. It was replaced by a weird sort of tired calm.

"You can't be serious," Mia said, snapping her notebook shut with a loud smack that made me jump. "Did you forget the whole 'Toxic Male Syndrome' protocol already? The whole reason I did this was so that you'd have to stay naked, Tommy. Clothed female, naked male, remember? My fetish?" She made a face like I was the dumbest person on Earth. "No, you're not getting dressed. And that is your new normal. That was my price."

Sarah and Emma giggled, as if Mia's sudden shift back to the mean, science girl was hilarious. I just stared at them. My hope shriveled up and died. But it was weird. I wasn't as mad as I thought I would be. The blowjob had melted my anger into something... softer. Something tired and floaty. And maybe a tiny bit... agreeable. The thought made me feel a little sick, but it was true.

"Don't look so glum, Tommy," Sarah chirped, bouncing over to me and plopping down on the bed beside me. The mattress dipped, and her bare thigh, soft and warm, pressed against my leg. "We got you out of the mess with your mom, right? She doesn't think you're being rude anymore. Now she just thinks you're sick," she said, like that was a huge improvement. "And she's going to let us come over and help you. A lot. And you can't deny that you enjoy that. Not after what I just gave you."

I felt a blush creep up my neck, but it wasn't the fiery, burning shame from before. It was warmer, weirder.

"Hey, let's play a video game or something," Emma said, her cheeks flushed as she looked everywhere but at my lap. She was trying to be cool, to act like we were all just a group of friends hanging out. Just a normal Saturday afternoon, except for the fact that I was completely naked, and my penis was still a little bit swollen and glistening from Sarah's lip gloss.

"Great idea, Emma," Mia agreed, already reaching for my console controllers. She tossed one to Sarah, one to Emma, and... a third one landed on the bed next to me. "Come on, Tommy. Join in."

She was already turning on the TV and queuing up 'Rebel Racer,' the racing game I'd been playing non-stop for the last month. My go-to relaxing game. It was so bizarrely normal, it was almost more confusing than when they were torturing me.

I just sat there for a second, trying to wrap my head around it all. The shame, the pleasure, the deal, the blowjob... and now video games?

"Come on, lazybones," Sarah said, nudging me with her shoulder. "Don't be a sore loser just 'cause you shot your load and I made you a promise you have to keep to me."

"A promise?" I said, confused. "I promised you..."

"You promised me that you'd start to like this. To learn to like this," Sarah whispered, leaning in close. "Come on, you know you're hot stuff, right? Like every girl in school is probably dying to see what we're seeing right now." She gestured to my body, and a hot blush crept up my chest again. I couldn't believe it. I was naked, with three of the prettiest girls in my class in my room, and Sarah, my crush, was talking about how hot I was. "Aww, look, he's blushing!" she giggled.

I knew my face was as red as a tomato, but I still found myself reaching for the controller. My movements were slow, clumsy, like my body was still trying to process everything that had happened. I sat on the edge of the bed, my bare legs spread, my penis still soft and resting on my thigh. It was the most vulnerable I had ever felt in my whole life. But as the intro screen for 'Rebel Racer' flashed on the TV, I couldn't deny it. A part of me, a small, secret part I was still too ashamed to admit to, didn't hate it. Maybe a little bit.

I picked my favorite car, a sleek blue sports car, and the race started. The familiar roar of the engines, the bright colors flashing on the screen, it was like a little slice of normalcy in a day that had been anything but.

"You're not bad at this, for a boy," Mia said, her purple car bumping into my blue one on the screen, trying to send me into a wall. She was sitting right next to me, her bare leg brushing against mine, the heat of her body a constant reminder that she was there, that she was in control.

"Maybe you'd do better if you were naked too, Mia. All those clothes must be distracting you," I shot back, a little bit of my old smart-ass attitude creeping back in. It was a dumb thing to say. A dare.

Mia just laughed, a low, throaty sound that was way too confident. "Nice try, Tommy. My clothes stay on. That's the deal. You're the one who's sick, remember?"

"It seems Tommy wants to play a different kind of game, girls," Sarah giggled from my other side. She was doing horribly, her little pink car constantly crashing into things, but she didn't seem to care. She was having way more fun watching me.

"I'm not sick," I mumbled, but my heart wasn't in it. I was too busy trying to steer my car away from Mia's aggressive attacks. The sound of the video game filled the room, a happy, normal sound that made the whole situation feel even more insane.

"Sure you're not," Emma said quietly. She was focused on the screen, her tongue poking out from between her lips in concentration. Her car was in the lead. She was actually really good at this game.

Just as I managed to pull ahead of Mia, heading into the final lap, the door to my room creaked open.

My mom. For a second, pure panic seized me, but she didn't look at me. She looked at Sarah.

"How'd it go? Is he better?" she asked, her face a mask of hopeful anxiety.

"Better? No, unfortunately not, Mrs. Miller," Sarah said, sighing dramatically, slipping back into her "concerned friend" act so easily it was like she was changing costumes. "He's a very sick boy. But the extraction was successful. The blockage was... well, it was very significant. Very toxic." She looked at me with fake pity. "And very, very salty."

My mom put a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide with horror. "Oh, my goodness. My poor, poor baby."

"The good news is," Sarah continued, her arm finding its way around my mom's shoulders in a gesture of comforting camaraderie, "that we got it out of him just in time. The bad news is that there's no cure. We can only mitigate the symptoms by continuing to preform regular extractions. But we need to be careful not to overdo it. The human body can only produce so much of the... healthy liquid... that's in Tommy's semen."

"Healthy liquid?" my mom repeated, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"That's the other part, Mrs. Miller," Mia chimed in, stepping forward, all cool, calm authority. "The blockage is the toxic waste. But the semen itself? It contains a lot of proteins, and natural hormones that the male body uses to regulate itself. A healthy body produces it to be healthy. A sick body like Tommy's, it produces more and more. It's a vicious cycle. We have to be very careful not to cause an imbalance. If we drain him too much, too often, we might actually do more harm. We could deplete the body's natural defenses."

My mom’s face went from a worried frown to a mask of pure, unadulterated terror. "Oh, my goodness," she whispered, her eyes wide. "So... what do we do?"

"Well, that's what Catalina is working on," Mia said, her voice full of the confidence of someone who had all the answers. "But for now, we just have to be very, very careful. We've given him one extraction today. We should probably start him on the lower end schedule, so two more today. Three a day, total, until we can get him into her clinic on Tuesday."

"Two more? Today?" I blurted out, my head swimming. "No way!"

All three girls froze. My mom's face hardened.

"Thomas," she said, her voice a dangerous low growl. "Do not contradict your helpers. They are trying to save your life."

"I... but..." I stammered, looking from my mom’s stern face to the girls' expectant ones. My erection had completely disappeared, I was just a soft, deflated boy sitting on my bed with a video game controller in my hands.

"Tommy, we could always use option B," Mia purred from her spot on the floor, her black glasses glinting in the light from the TV. The threat was clear. The denial therapy. The constant, aching, unending horniness with no release.

"No," I whispered, shaking my head. "No, please."

"So three extractions it is," Mia announced, ignoring my pathetic whimper, her triumph evident in her tone. She turned back to my mom. "For the next few days, at least. We have to monitor his reaction. We need to see how well his body recovers from the drain. We'll keep a log of everything. The severity of the blockage, the toxicity, the 'sneezing' events, we need to gather as much data as possible for Catalina."

"I... I just don't know what I would do without you girls," my mom said, her voice choked with emotion. She looked at them with a gratitude that made my stomach feel like it was full of lead. "You're like angels. Saving my son."

"We just want to help," Emma piped up from her spot on the bed, her cheeks bright red, but her eyes earnest. "We don't want Tommy's sickness to get even worse or dangerous."

That seemed to be the magic word. My mom's worried expression softened, replaced by a firm resolve. "Okay," she said, nodding her head. "Three times a day. At least. I'll make sure Tommy cooperates. Fully." She looked at me, her eyes hard and unwavering. "I'll trust you girls to handle the extractions. But Tommy needs to do everything you tell him to. Everything." There was a dangerous finality in her tone. A threat.

"We will, Mrs. Miller," Sarah said, leaning her head on Mia's shoulder in a picture of supportive friendship. "We'll take good care of him. He'll be our little project."

I wanted to scream. A project. I was their project.

"Alright, I'll let you kids get back to... your games," my mom said, finally noticing the controller in my hands. She gave them one last, grateful smile, then she backed out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.

As soon as the latch clicked, the whole act evaporated.

"She actually bought it," I breathed, a sense of utter hopelessness washing over me. "She's completely fallen for your stupid story."

Mia snorted, taking off her glasses and polishing them on the hem of her skirt. "It's not a stupid story, Tommy. It's a well-researched, meticulously crafted narrative. Your mom is emotionally compromised and intellectually unprepared. She's the perfect target." She slid her glasses back on, her dark eyes looking sharp and focused without them. "And as for you... you're our project. And projects require testing."

She tossed her controller onto the floor, where it landed with a clatter. "Enough games," she said, getting to her feet and looming over me. "Let's get back to the science."

I shrank back on the bed, trying to cover myself with my hands, but it was useless. There was nowhere to hide. I was their project.

"Now, we have our schedule," Mia said, her tone all business again, but this time it was for me. "Three extractions a day. The first was a success. A baseline. Now, we have to test the recovery rate. How quickly the blockage reforms."

"I'm... I'm not blocked," I stammered, the shame heating my face.

"You keep telling yourself that, Miller," she said, a smirk playing on her lips. "The question is, how long will it take for the blockage to... come back?" She looked down at my soft penis, her eyes speculative. "God, it's so cute, all small and floppy like that. Did you know that it jiggles and bobs around in just the sexiest way whenever you move around, Tommy?"

Her words, so casual, so suddenly unscientific, made my whole body tense. A fresh wave of heat washed over me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, but that only made it worse. I could feel Emma and Sarah's gazes on me, their combined attention a physical weight that made my skin feel hot and tight.

"Okay, Tommy," Mia purred, kneeling on the floor in front of me, in the same spot Sarah had been just a little while ago. "Let's get an accurate baseline on the recovery speed."

Then, she did it. She reached out, her slender fingers wrapping around my flaccid penis. Her touch was different from Sarah's. Not as gentle, more... clinical. Assessing. "Wow, it's like, super different now, all small and squishy," she said, her scientific detachment making the humiliation burn hotter. "This is just so... educational."

Her fingers started to move, her touch surprisingly sure as she started to massage me back to life. It was slow at first, a gentle, persistent stroking that coaxed the blood to flow, waking my sleeping penis up. I bit my lip, trying to fight it, trying to think of anything, anything at all, to keep it from happening. Math problems. Fumbles from the last game. Sad puppy videos. Nothing worked.

"I see him twitching," Emma whispered, her voice a mix of awe and something else.

"It's responding to stimuli," Mia confirmed, her eyes glued to her work. "It's a very... responsive muscle. It wants to point. I don't think this boy can help it."

It was true. I was completely helpless. Her touch was like a switch I couldn't turn off. Within a minute, I was back to my full, shameful five inches, throbbing in her grasp.

"And... we have pointing," Mia announced, a triumphant little smirk playing on her lips. She didn't stop. She started to stroke in earnest, her movements getting a little faster, a little more confident. My hips gave a little involuntary thrust, and I had to grab the bedspread to keep from making a complete fool of myself.

Sarah and Emma were watching me with wide, hungry eyes, their own video game controllers forgotten in their laps.

"Now, let's test the pressure build-up. The CFNM excitement rate. Look at him, girls. All naked and hard for us. He can't help it," Mia purred, her other hand gently cradling my balls. "Look at how strong Tommy is. All those muscles. All ours to look at. And all of my body, all clothed so you can't see."

Her words, their words, the constant barrage of teasing praise, it was all weaving a strange, heated web around me. The pressure was building again, that familiar, delicious ache starting in my groin. My toes started to curl.

"Please, Mia, keep going," I found myself saying, the words slipping out before I could stop them, a desperate, pleading whisper.

"Oh, I intend to," she said, her smirk widening as she stroked me faster. "I want to see how... big this cock of yours can really get. I want you throbbing and aching for me, imagining you're inside of me, even though that's never going to happen."

I was so close. Just a few more strokes. I could feel it. The muscles in my legs started to tense, my back arched slightly off the bed. My breathing hitched. This was it.

And then her hands were gone.

My eyes flew open. Mia was leaning back on her heels, a look of cool, scientific satisfaction on her face, like she'd just completed a very important experiment. My penis, on the other hand, was left standing there, wet and aching and pointing straight at the ceiling, confused and frustrated.

I tried to grab it, but Mia smacked my hands away. "That's what you get for complaining in front of your mother!" she snapped. "No happy ending for you."

"W-what?" I stammered, my whole body shaking with a need so intense it was almost painful. "But... you said..."

"I said I'd test the recovery rate," she corrected, a smug little smile playing on her lips as she wiped her fingers on my comforter. "Now I have my data. The blockage reforms at an accelerated rate when under direct tactile stimulation. A very significant finding for Catalina's research."

"But... but it hurts," I gasped, my hips making little involuntary thrusts into the empty air, searching for a touch that wasn't there.

"Does it?" Emma asked, her hazel eyes wide with a mix of sympathy and a morbid curiosity. She leaned in closer, her hair brushing against my arm. "It looks all swollen and red, poor thing."

"Mia, stop," Sarah said, her voice sharp. She tossed her controller onto the bed and stood up, putting her hands on her hips. "That's not the deal we made. You promised him."

"The deal was that he would cooperate. He chose Option C, remember?" Mia shot back, rising to her feet to face Sarah. They were nose-to-nose, a clash of wills in my bedroom. "And then he goes and complains to his mother. He needs to learn that actions have consequences. This is a lesson."

"He's learning, can't you see that?" Sarah argued, her blue eyes flashing with anger. "Look at him! He's miserable! We don't need to make it worse. He was finally relaxing, for like, five minutes."

"Precisely," Mia said, her voice dropping to a cold, clinical tone. "And now he's learning that relaxation is a privilege. A reward. That he needs to earn. This is a crucial part of the reconditioning process. He has to understand that we hold all the power."

"You're hurting him," Emma whispered, her gaze fixed on my throbbing, aching penis. "It's... it's mean."

"It's not mean, it's science!" Mia insisted, turning to face a now terrified Emma. "This is what denial therapy is, Emma. This is Option B. The constant aching build-up with no release? It's our control over him. This is how we train him to do what we say. He's in no actual pain. He's just begging for an orgasm. The male body has ways of taking care of that, though, or have you never heard of a wet dream?"

"So that's it? That's your master plan? You're just going to leave me like this until I have a wet dream like a little kid?" I snapped, a fresh wave of anger and humiliation making my chest burn.

"We might," Mia purred, a cruel little smile playing on her lips. "Or I might let you finish, after I've taught you a lesson. It all depends on whether you can prove, to me, you've learned your place."

She turned back to the other two girls. "You remember our plan. This isn't just about Tommy. There are more boys I want naked. But we need him in order for my plan to work," she said, and then something in her tone changed, and the threat wasn't to us anymore. "Emma, you remember how you wanted your geek ex-boyfriend, Brian, to feel the shame and embarrassment you did after he cheated on you. To have all the power over him. Never let him get with another girl for the rest of his high school career."

Emma made a small nod. "Yes..."

"And, what about you, Sarah?" Mia's eyes glittered, "Are you just satisfied with Tommy as your little naked project?" her voice dropped into a conspiratorial whisper. "Or do you still want to bring your older brother down several pegs? The way he's always putting you down. Calling you 'Chesty McFlat' and all the other deplorable things he says about your body."

Sarah flinched at the mention of the old nickname, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "I hate him. I always will."

Mia smiled, a slow, predatory spreading of her lips. "They need to see. They need to be put in their place. And Tommy, here is our key. Our method. Our proof." She gestured to me, still aching and naked, on the bed.

"We need to show them who has the power," she continued, her voice a hypnotic purr that wrapped around me like a python. "We need a proof of concept. A prototype. And if we can get the star quarterback... a whole new world is going to open up for us. One where boys know their place. And that's naked."

A hot, sickening dread washed over me. I looked at Emma's face, at the mixture of anger and intrigue in her eyes as she thought about her cheating ex. I looked at Sarah, whose jaw was set, a fire of old sibling rivalry rekindled in her eyes.

"Don't pretend like this is for me," I choked out, my erection throbbing with a painful, insistent need. "You get off on this, Mia."

Mia turned her slow, predatory smile on me. "Of course I do, Tommy," she purred, unashamed. "But this isn't just about my fun. This is about your training."

She knelt back down in front of me, her dark eyes locking onto mine, her expression cool and calculating. "I told you before that I was going to taste you, Tommy. It's my turn for a blowjob." Her hands came back to my thighs, her touch a little harder this time. "You can't have an orgasm unless you say 'Mia, I worship the ground you walk on. I am just a naked boy who exists for your amusement. I love being under your control.'"

Her words hung in the air, a gauntlet thrown at my feet. A challenge. A choice I was never actually meant to win. Worship her? I'd rather die. But the ache... the desperate, pulsing ache in my groin was screaming for relief.

She didn't wait for me to give her an answer, her long, slender fingers reaching out to start stroking my aching erection again. It was like she was trying to coax out the last drop of my sanity.

"Please, Mia, don't," I begged, the words a ragged, desperate gasp.

"You better say it before you cum... Or this is going to get so, so, so much worse for you, Tommy," she purred, before enveloping my erection with her mouth!

The heat, the wetness, the sudden, overwhelming pleasure of it all, it was too much. My mind went blank, a haze of pure need washing over me, drowning out my anger, my shame, everything.

"Shit, Mia..." Sarah started to say, but then I saw it. I saw her slipping her hand beneath the band of her skirt. Her breath hitched a little, her blue eyes got glassy, and she just stared, mesmerized by what Mia was doing. Her anger was gone, replaced by her own raw need.

Emma was right there with her, her hips making tiny little circles on the bed as she watched Mia, her face a mask of confused fascination. I could see her nipples were hard again, almost pressing through the fabric of her yellow sundress.

Mia's head bobbed, her dark bob swaying with the rhythm. Her eyes blazed, looking up at me like she was giving me a warning and a gift all at once. Her free hand came up to gently play with my balls. It was a different kind of pleasure than what I had gotten from Sarah. More intense. More demanding.

My mind was a mess. One part of my brain was screaming at me not to say the words. That this was what she wanted. That I shouldn't give her the satisfaction. But the other part of my brain, the part that was controlled by my throbbing, aching cock, was screaming at me to just give in.

"You better do it, Tommy. You better say what she told you to say," Sarah moaned softly from her spot on the bed. "I can't control her. I can't protect you from her. The sooner you're good for her, the sooner you get to have an orgasm and this torture stops, baby. Just say what she wants to hear."

"Please, Tommy... Just do what she says," Emma chimed in, her voice soft. "I can't take it anymore. I need you to do it."

They'd all ganged up on me. My crush and my crush's shy friend. They were on Mia's side.

"Do it, Tommy," Mia said, pulling back for a second. She looked up at me, a triumphant smirk on her face. "Say it, or it's option B for one week."

The week of denial. An ache. No release.

"Please don't..." I begged, my hips still jerking helplessly.

"Say it," Mia commanded.

"Please..." I whispered. But then... my hips started to move. I was thrusting into her mouth now.

A new wave of hot shame washed over me as Mia's smirk widened at my betrayal of my own body. She pulled her mouth back again, letting me thrust blindly into the air. "That's not good enough for me, Tommy. Say it," she ordered, her grip on the base of my cock tightening.

Her eyes were locked on mine. Sarah was fingering herself right next to me. Emma was panting like a dog in heat. My own body was screaming for release. The world shrank down to just the aching need in my cock and the words Mia wanted to hear.

I could feel it, that familiar tightening in my groin, that final, desperate surge. I was going to cum whether I said the words or not.

"Mia, I... I worship the ground you walk on!" I choked out, the words feeling like acid on my tongue. "I am just a naked boy who exists for your amusement. I... I love being under your control!"

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Mia's lips were back around my cock, her tongue swirling around the tip, coaxing me to that edge. With a strangled sob, I came, my body convulsing as I spilled into her mouth.

When she finally pulled away, her lips were glistening. She swallowed, her gaze on mine, cold and triumphant. She looked over at a still panting Emma. She turned to her, opening her mouth and showing her my cum pooled on her tongue. "Want a taste?" she asked, her voice a husky purr.

Emma's eyes went wide, and for a second, I thought she was going to say yes. But then she shook her head, her face bright red. "No, that's okay. I'm... good." She couldn't look at me.

Mia shrugged, a little smirk on her lips. She looked back at me. "Your loss," she said, before she swallowed. "I get why you like the taste of Tommy, Sarah."

Then suddenly, Lisa burst into the room. "I heard you were playing... Video games?..." Lisa’s eyes went wide as she took in the scene: me, naked and panting on the bed, Mia and Emma flushed and breathing heavily, Sarah with her hand down her skirt. My penis, now soft and glistening, was still on full display for my little sister.

"Whoa," Lisa breathed, her eyes locked on me. "He's not pointing anymore!"

Mia started laughing, a loud, genuine laugh that sounded out of place in the room. "Oh, honey, you have no idea." She got up and stretched, like she’d just finished a workout. "That, dear Lisa, is what we like to call an extraction." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"You got it all out? He's cured?" Lisa asked, a hopeful look on her face.

"Not cured, sweetie," Mia said, patting Lisa's head in a gesture that was both condescending and... weirdly gentle. "Let's just say... the pressure has been temporarily relieved. But the blockage... it'll be back."

"Maybe by tomorrow," Emma whispered. "He can't be left alone for long without an extraction, or he'll get sick."

Lisa’s face scrunched up in confusion. "That's... so weird." Then, she looked at me, and her expression changed. All the confusion was gone, replaced by a kind of laser-focus that I'd only ever seen on her face when she was about to beat a boss level in a video game.

She walked over to the bed and wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her face in my chest. She hopped up into my lap, making my body jolt. My penis, which had been soft and sleepy, was now pinned beneath her thigh. She was just an eleven-year-old kid, but her body was warm and surprisingly solid against mine. Her skinny, childish legs dangled over the edge of the bed, one of her feet bumping against my thigh.

I did the only thing I could do, I hugged her back. As tightly as I could. I had to protect her. But I wasn't sure who I needed to protect her from anymore.

"Tommy," she said, her voice a little muffled by my chest. "I can help you. I can be your helper. Your little house servant."

My blood ran cold.

"Please," she begged, pulling back to look at me with those big, brown, pleading eyes. "I'll do anything. Anything at all." She was so earnest. My little sister, the video game champion, wanted to be my servant. "All your chores. Make your bed in the morning. Bring you food. You won't even have to ask. I'll just know. I'll take good care of you," she promised, her face lighting up with the sheer, joyous possibility of it all. "I'll be the best helper ever!"

"Isn't that adorable?" Sarah cooed, a dreamy, happy sigh escaping her lips as she finally pulled her hand out of her skirt. She was practically glowing. She bounced over to the bed and plopped down next to us, her arm wrapping around my shoulders possessively. "He needs a little helper, don't you, Tommy? To make sure he's comfy and happy."

"I don't know..." I started, my head reeling from the sheer speed of it all.

"Tommy, you're sick. Let your sister take care of you, for gosh sakes," Sarah rolled her eyes at me. Lisa's bottom lip started to tremble. Tears welled up in her big, brown eyes again. "See? Now you're going to make her cry."

The guilt hit me like a ton of bricks. She wasn't a monster. She was just my sister. She was trying to help in her own weird, eleven-year-old way. How could I say no to that? How could I break her heart all over again?

"I'm... I'm not gonna make you cry," I stammered. "Okay... Lisa... you can be my... house helper. But please don't call it being a servant. You're my sister. You just have to promise to, you know, not make things weirder than they already are."

"Yay!" Lisa shrieked, throwing her arms around my neck and squeezing so hard I thought my head might pop off. "I promise! I'm the best little sister helper ever!"

Then, she did the one thing I was secretly hoping she wouldn't. She pulled back, her face right in front of mine, and asked, "What's my very first job, Tommy? What do you need me to do?"

The question hung in the air. The girls were all looking at me, their expressions a mix of amusement, excitement, and expectation. My mind raced. Chores were too boring. Getting a soda was too normal. I needed to give her a task that was important, something that would keep her busy, but something that wasn't...

"Lisa, do you know any boys that have been acting disrespectful or rude lately?" Mia started, and it was like my life was flashing before my eyes.