Our little strapon gangbang started with a word that I absolutely hate hearing.

I don’t need to hear the word “no” to ruin a nerd’s ass via strapon gangbang, but it certainly motivates me.  I can’t stand being told “no,” and to me, there really is no reason that someone should be saying it to me in the first place. Now, I don’t know if he was trying to test me and see if I would just straight up smack him. I don’t know if he was trying to challenge my authority or if he really did not want to do what I told him to do. Regardless, it was unacceptable, and he needed knowledge of his place.

So,  I popped over to fuck my boyfriend, and I needed him to finish my homework for me. I couldn’t do it because I was all blocked up with cheer, and parties, and my social life. He told me that I could stay home and do my homework instead of sucking my boyfriend’s dick. That was already asking for a strapon gangbang. So hostile, so bratty, and so unbecoming of him.  I told him that I was too tired to do my homework and that I really wanted him to do it for me, especially since he was so smart.

I caressed his chin and stared into his eyes, batting my blonde eyelashes.

He looked up at me and then turned his face away. The pouty little bitch didn’t want to share me, and he was getting jealous of my boyfriend. Unacceptable and certainly worthy of a hard strapon gangbang. He said, “No, you can do your own homework.” I gave him a warning glance. With my eyes growing dark and cold, I said, “What?” He responded hesitantly, “I’ve been doing your homework for a while now. You can do your own homework for once.” I accepted this with my cold, blue, and unwavering eyes fixed on him while he stared at the floor.

“Alright, if that’s how you are gonna be.” He just cowered. He couldn’t meet my eyes. I released him.  Then, I told him that he could go and that I had my fill of him for the day. I gave him the cold shoulder for about a week, and he was desperate to get back into my good graces. My bestie and I acted like he never existed. Every time he spoke, we just ignored him or walked away. Then, a week later, I invited him over to another of our sleepovers. He thought that I forgave him! He didn’t expect a strapon gangbang.

Poor bitch thought that I would dress him up in my PJs like the last sleepover!

Oh no. Not this time. This time there was a much deeper lesson to be learned. he came over, and we put him in our PJs for sure. Then we all gathered in my bedroom. I briefed the girls on the events for the night. As we gathered around, my big bag of toys rested at the side of the bed. My bestie was fumbling in the closet when she said, “So, you’ve been quite the bad boy?” His face turned to a frown. I gestured to my lap, “Why don’t you come and get your spanking?” He knew I was serious.

He plopped awkwardly across my lap, and I pulled down his PJs, giving him a very memorable spanking. Then, my bestie turned around with a big strapon. She already lined it up with his puckered rosebud when he began protesting. She told him softly to shhh, and she placed her hand softly on his back. Then, she sunk that strapon right into him. He saw the other two girls harnessing up their strapons and began to resist. I held him firmly in my lap, and she fucked him to her satisfaction.

The other two lined up and fucked him until his ass raw beyond repair.

Then, I gently rolled him over, harnessed up, and milked him with the biggest one yet. He came visibly in front of everyone. I rested my hand on his weak body and reminded him that his place was right there, beneath me.

By then, he pretty much submitted entirely.

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