A delighted hall monitor.

Janine and Charlotte drag you naked through the halls, and you're terrified at the thought of anyone seeing you like this— handcuffed, blushing and at their mercy. You struggle like Hell, but it's just like before: One powerful basketball player and one smaller girl grasp and grope you, preventing your movements from accomplishing anything… besides making your penis flop around.

"I would plea to you the futility of your attempts at escape, Sexy, but instead I'll beg; don't stop making that thing bounce!" Charlotte's eyes positively glow as they trace your cock's tantalizing bounce.

"Wooohoo! Shake those hips! Hahaha! Denise was right— you look awesome naked, Sam."

You sink into your embarrassment as these conniving redheads catcall and harass you, your resistance quelled as they ogle your shaking dick. Your face glows red from their flirtatious coos, but that's not the worst of it. As they march you through the hall, a new figure emerges: The senior hall monitor, Abigail.

She's looking right at you, her lascivious smile widening to expose a pearly-white set of braced teeth. Though you scramble to hide your wiener between your thighs, Charlotte won't let you; you're exposed without recourse to the dark-skinned girl, and she is loving it. Her ravenous eyes devour every nude inch of you, and glaze over as your taut muscles flex against your captors' ironclad grip.

"Wait, Holy shit– is that Sam? I was so upset when I missed his performance!" Abigail shouts after finally recognizing who the teenage sexpot in the handcuffs is.

"Yup, The one and only Sam… though I'd be shocked if you didn't prefer this 'performance' of his!" Charlotte bends over to display your cock like an auctioneer would, waving her hand around it sensually, "Also, we've got an inquiry… what'ya think of his dick?"

The brace-faced nerd hesitates to answer, busying herself by scrutinizing every inch of your naked body, stalking around you to drink in your unmitigated nudity; sufficiently titillated after her thorough once over, she answers the humiliating question. "His dick's okay, but it's not as big as I'd hoped," your heart sinks into your stomach at that major blow to your self-esteem, "On the other hand…" Abigail gropes a fistful of your bubble-butt, and giggles, "I love his ass. It more than makes up for his cute weenie!"

"I know right? Sam works out!"

The three young women laugh in aroused hysteria, all delighted with the crimson tint to your face from their teasing evaluations; you're mortified to be their helpless boytoy, but as your knees start to waver, Charlotte has something to say, "Not to break up embarrassing a sexy boy, but, Query: Is this babelicious hottie our hall pass? We do have somewhere to be."

"Hell yeah! Consider him your all-access pass! At least, if you keep sharing him~"

"Oh, we're more than accommodative to that request! Let's go!"

The hall monitor follows the others to God-knows-where, taking every opportunity she can to pinch your defenseless butt. Even if your embarrassment is reaching a fever pitch from this unrelenting molestation, you're at least thankful at the dearth of students wandering these hallowed halls of learning. The problem being that "dearth" doesn't mean none.

As you're shoved, fondled and groped by these perverse young women, they make damn certain to display your sexy, bare frame to the few girls fortunate enough to be between classes; a small number of gasps, camera shutter clicks, and wolf-whistles accompany the cavalcade as you're marched past those lucky, laughing girls.

"Ah-ha! Here's the room we've been awaiting, or at least, the first room on our docket," the shortest of your tormentors announces, as she cracks a classroom door ajar.

"Wait— wait, please, don't!!!"

Charlotte, Janine and Abigail each give you a kiss on the cheek, laughing as they shove you through the classroom's door— handcuffed and naked. You look around, horrified and humiliated to see the dozens of eyes ogling back, but…