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The binds around his wrists and ankles were tight, but not uncomfortable, courtesy of Apple Bloom's expertise, something he'd never had to experience before. Now, thanks to his predicament, he was greeted by the unyielding grip of the rope every time he pulled his arms towards himself, tugging against the restraints futilely, and had to admire the farmgirl's aptitude for tying knots. Still, it was frustrating, infuriatingly so, given his situation, and he wanted nothing more than to have free use of his hands to help himself. That was the point he supposed, depriving him of control. It was his punishment. Still, it was agonising.
And it was responsible in no small part for him being rock hard.
"Look at him," Sweetie cooed, eyeing his struggle gleefully. "Isn't he just so adorable when he struggles like that?" The unicorn fawned at the stallion's red face, ruffling his mane and pinching his cheeks. "He looks like he wants to burst!"
"You can say that again," Scootaloo sniggered, glancing up at him. From her sitting position on the bed, she had a perfect view of his twitching member, standing tall and straining from the constant teasing and denial. "If it were anypony else, I'd be impressed, but seeing him get this worked up over nothing is just sad."
The stallion blushed as red as a tomato at their taunting, their collective laughter doing nothing to dampen his blazing need. The sheer shame he felt at their mockery should've made him flacid, made him angry - instead, he felt a bead of pre travel up his cumvein and pool at his pinhole, dribbling onto the flat crown of his dick. The girls noticed, and laughed some more, but did nothing to clean it away, or show particular interest. Instead, Scootaloo prodded his pillar with her big toe, sending the mass of cockflesh swaying lightly. He whimpered, and they chuckled.
"You're so cute," Sweetie reiterated, beaming down at him with a sickly, sadistically sweet smile. "Like a lame dog, or a puppy trying to howl; you can't do it, but you're trying so hard anyway. Do you even know how precious you are? Do you?" She pinched his cheeks again, hard enough to make him wince. "No, probably not. But that doesn't matter, because it's not about you, is it? It's about us." She leaned in close, a dangerous, wicked glint in her eyes. "Isn't it?"
"Y-yes," he stammered, panting. "This is all about you three. I'm just here to...uh...pay."
"An' why exactly are ya payin'?" Apple Bloom asked, leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her prominent bust. She leered at his form, a near-permanent grin etched onto her face. Like the other two, she'd stripped down to her underwear, and her smugness seemed that much more biting with her toned body on full display. If she'd been fully naked, he would've had the pleasant distraction of her jugs, or if she'd been fully clothed, he wouldn't have been distracted at all. Instead, she'd chosen to put him in the middle and leave him hanging, unable to ignore what was being presented while gaining no satisfaction from the sight.
"She asked you a question, pervert," Scootaloo scalded, snapping her fingers next to his ear. "I know she's damn gorgeous, but can you not go five seconds without getting distracted by her? You're worse than a teenager." Her supposedly irritated visage was ruined by the grin that she failed to hide, her scowl marred by the obvious delight she was taking from his torment. "I know you're not a gentlecolt - as if something like you could ever be mistaken for a gentlecolt - but you owe her the respect to answer her when she's kind enough to acknowledge your existence."
"S-sorry," he replied, cowering from her tone. "I'm paying because I was caught."
"Caught?" Sweetie pressed, her paper-thin facade of ignorance abundantly apparent. "Doing what? Stealing for your hungry family? Staring too long at your crush? Something as innocuous as that?"
"No," Sandbar answered, shame swelling up inside him. "You walked in on me touching myself."
"That doesn't sound so bad," the unicorn continued. "Why would we need to treat you like this if all you were doing was touching yourself? I play with my mane a lot, but nopony needs to strip me down to my birthday suit and tie me to a bed. What were you touching, hm?" Her insistent stare egged him on, daring him to admit the truth.
The earth pony mumbled a response, casting his eyes downward. Sweetie pricked her ears up and leaned in again, clearly asking him to speak up. When he repeated his answer, his voice was only a modicum louder.
"Speak up," Scootaloo demanded, jabbing at his chest, pulling a wince from the earth pony. "You were touching what, and why?"
"I was jerking off to photos of your feet!" he declared, cringing at the confession. They already knew, of course, but telling them again was even worse this time, if only because their reaction was one of unadulterated gratification at his embarassment. They revelled in his humiliation, and the thought of that made his pulsing prick ooze more pre-cum. "I found it by accident, I promise! I saw where Sweetie had put them, a-and was looking through your photos when I came across the one of your pedicures!"
"Wow," Scootaloo sniggered. "Just...wow, dude. What a pathetic loser you are."
"Absolutely disgraceful," Apple Bloom agreed, shaking her head in apparent disgust, even as she smirked.
"Most colts go for butts or boobs," Scootaloo continued. "Even wings, and sometimes horns. But you? You went for feet. Like, what's up with that? Too ashamed to look a pretty girl in the eye or something? I would, if I were you."
"Probably why he likes 'em so much," Apple Bloom suggested. "Spent so much time lookin' down whenever a pretty filly walked past, he started likin' the only thing he could see."
"Do you still like our feet?" Sweetie asked, spinning around on her butt so she was looking down her body. "These pretty little feet? These delicate little toes, and gorgeous nails? I painted them today. What do you think?" She dangled her feet down over his face, wiggling her toes in front of him, showing off the immaculately filed edges of her nails and the vibrant, striking pink she'd opted to decorate them with. They were freshly done, without a spec out of place, and shiny. The mare clearly took pride in her appearance, even for a part of her that few ponies cared much about.
"Y-yeah," the earth pony answered, swallowing nervously. He was salivating, the sight of them so close to him setting off a deep hunger inside him. "They're...they're so pretty."
"Weirdo," Scootaloo laughed. "Total weirdo!"
"Maybe if ya like them so much, y'oughta give 'em a little kiss," Apple Bloom suggested, grinning smugly. "Not like you're worth much else than worshipin' a better pony's feet."
"A queen," Scootaloo corrected, to the bright, appreciative smile of her unicorn friend. "You need to ask permission from this absolute queen of a mare whether or not you have the privilege of dirtying her with your lips, you filthy freak."
"Please," Sandbar whimpered. He didn't need much convincing, and with his dong towering upwards like a monument to them, it was impossible to deny that he needed her to grant him permission to indulge. "Please let me kiss your beautiful feet." There was an expectant pause, and the stallion swallowed. "My queen. Please let me service you, my queen."
"Since you asked so nicely," the unicorn allowed, pressing the ball of her foot against his muzzle. Immediately and instinctively, he kissed, grazing her skin with his lips, his heart thudding in joy as he got to finally, finally, touch and taste the part of her that he'd longed for. Their laughter at his perversion didn't faze him in the slightest, and when she pressed her toes against his lips, dipping them into his mouth, he happily and gratefully suckled on them, moaning softly around the digits.
"Look how hard he is," Scootaloo scoffed, sounding scathingly amused. "What a joke. I bet I could get him to blow a load just by stroking him off with my feet." There was a momentary pause as the stallion enthusiastically hummed around the obstruction in his mouth, followed by ridiculing laughter. "Wow. Just wow. What a freak."
"He don't deserve to get his rocks off," Apple Bloom drawled, moving over to the bed. "But seeing him burst like a fountain would be the funniest thing ah've ever seen, so..."
There was some sniggering, and the orange pegasus shifted her position so that she could access her victim's prize. With a bit of adjustment, she grasped the burgeoning horsecock between her soles and stroked, trying to get a feel for the rhythm. Sandbar inadvertently directed her, his arching back, twitching hips, and stiffled groans informing the pegasus of her progress. She quickly fell into a smooth progression, working his pole with an unfamiliar ease, her ministrations soon lubricated by his leakage.
"He ain't gonna last long," Apple Bloom noted, observing the deviant display with a morbidly curious gaze. "Look, he's leakin' like a loose tap an' he's startin' ta flare already."
"Could this loser do anything else to make me lose respect for him?" the winged mare laughed, smearing his pre more evenly across his throbbing schlong. With a sadistic burst of speed, she pushed him closer to the edge, working his sensitivity until his cockhead had expanded and the poor stallion was thrusting into her perambulatory grip, desperate for the release that was drawing agonisingly close. As he approached it, the mare let go, leaving him to wind down before he peaked. "No. Like Bloom said, you don't deserve to cum."
He whined, his own toes curling in desperation, his meat bobbing of its own volition, streams of pre flowing from his cockhole to stain his fur, but he didn't get his wish. Instead, she crawled towards Sweetie Belle, taking a seat next to the pretty unicorn. With a few whispered words, they switched places, the white mare removing her foot from the stallion's attentive oral worship, booping his lips as a parting gift, and shifted back. Scootaloo grinned down at the supine stallion, presenting her own feet where Sweetie's had been seconds earlier. He was too far in to blush any more, and opened his mouth to accept her wish.
He tasted himself on her fur and skin, the slickness of his effluence and the subtle taste of his bubbling excitement. It didn't put him off, though - the need to praise these mares was far too important for anything as trivial as pride, dignity, or self-respect. He lapped at her soles, accepting the debasement as she rubbed insistently against his face, decorating his muzzle with traces of his own pre.
"There's really no depth to which he won't sink, is there?" Apple Bloom asked, joining Scootaloo, placing herself on the other side of the stallion. She rested her sole against his cheek, stroking his face mockingly. Of all the things, that was what caused him to blush, the heat from his cheeks warming her foot.
"Of course not," the pegasus answered, pushing as many toes as she could fit into his gob. "He's completely worthless. Most ponies have respect, but he's just...pointless." She shook her head, grinding the ball of her foot against his nose. "He'll service queens, he'll service badass athletes, he'll service country farm girls, any mare that'll let him fill his weird, creepy desire. What a tool."
"Ya said it," the redhead agreed, taking the opportunity to cover his mouth with her sole, feeling his tongue drag itself willing over her calloused skin, toughed from years of hard manual work. "Ah'd never normally talk to a doofus like this, but seein' him act like a bitch in heat is given me more entertainment than anythin' ah've ever had a reason ta care about."
"I've never seen a guy produce this much pre," Sweetie chipped in. When the other two turned to face her, they could see she was daintily jacking him off, her movements smooth and easy. "Even in porn, the leakers aren't this productive. He's really into it. How pathetically adorable." She mockingly patted his balls with her toes, receiving a spurt of pre for her trouble. She switched her technique, experimenting with the different parts of her foot to see what got the best reaction from him. He was fond of her instep and the wiggling of her toes against his shaft, but the arch of her foot seemed to be his preference. She put that down to it being the softest part.
When he flared again, she wound down, slowing to a crawl so he wouldn't peak. He whined, objecting nonverbally to the denial, but she persisted. There was something more satisfying about keeping the most minute amount of pleasure, as if she were offering to give him what he wanted, all while keeping it just out of reach, but they both knew that wasn't happening. Only when he began pulsing did she stop entirely, not wanting to risk giving him the satisfaction of that messy finish.
"My turn," the toned farm girl announced, shuffling to Sweetie's side, stopping to hack a glob of saliva on the twitching rod she planned to use. Sitting back, she grasped the staff roughly, ignoring the gasp from its owner, and began to roughly pump him. He writhed, her firm footplay sending jolts of pleasure and unease through him, and the cavalier way she used his body gave him a shameful thrill. Every so often, she squeezed, tightening her grip to ward off his climax, ensuring that she'd get to play with him for as long as she wanted.
The other two continued their torment, dragging their feet over his face, giggling as he chased them, trying to taste and clean the appendages they presented. Sweetie made him beg, giggling as he struggled to get the words out between huffs and groans, or tried to get his vocal chords to cooperate admist the excitement they were putting him through. When he bucked his hips, they cycled again, Apple Bloom switching out for Scootaloo, and then again, and again. His rod was red-hot with arousal, the heat warming their feet as they teased and stimulated him, so much so that his pre felt cool by comparison. He looked swollen from neglect, pressure building in his groin from their cruel cycle of skilled play and stubborn refusal to let him finish. All throughout, they remained covered, denying him a view of their treasure, but from the dampness on their panties and the scent in the air, it was clear they were enjoying themselves.
They didn't need to touch themselves to have fun, and he didn't need to touch them to be driven wild with need.
"P-please," he drawled, face red, eyes unfocused, panting with burning arousal and the ache in his nads. "I need to cum! Please let me cum!"
"If ya say you're a pathetic loser who ain't worthy of being called a stallion, then-"
"I'm a pathetic worthless loser who's not a real stallion, I don't deserve anything! Just let me cum!"
"Didn't even need to ask him twice," Sweetie noted, impressed. "Well...I'm satisfied with that."
"Me too," Scootaloo agreed. "How we gonna do this?"
"How else?" Apple Bloom asked, grinning at her two friends. "Like we do everything - together."
The trio got into place, taking a moment to manoeuvre themselves into the optimal position, and pressed their feet against his shaft. There was a little adjustment, but they didn't take long to find a way to cover his cock, their heels and toes and arches all spread appropriately, resting against one another. When they moved, it was sychronised to perfection, a machine running without error, as if they'd been born to do it. Each pump was faster than the last, their efforts speeding up as their desire to make him burst mounted. It wasn't going to take long; he was already on the edge, and with his crown fully flared, he couldn't have resisted if he'd wanted to, which he didn't. The feeling of three pairs of feet against his dick was a dream come true, more than he'd ever have believed he could get, and he revelled in the moment before the pressure became too much. He could tell whose foot was whose, the textures different enough to give that extra nudge of encouragement to the rising tide swelling in loins.
He arched his back as he came, grunting as the impact of his climax slapped him sharply. The first jet of spunk erupted from his cock in a viscous rope, slinging a full metre up before it splattered down over his belly, followed shortly by the second. The girls continued to milk him, coaxing the stringy jizz from his wang with sneers and triumphants cheers, their legs working hard to knead his cock. Even when the contractions stopped being enough to fling his spunk into the air, he found himself expelling more, which was slathered messily by the three girls, the cream getting between their toes and decorating their fur. They only laughed, rubbing the ball batter into his cockflesh and their own legs.
The joint footjob didn't stop until he'd run dry, his dick refusing to surrender any more of his seed. Giggling, they untangled themselves, observing the mess he'd made on them, and laughing with one another about how gross he was. The stallion didn't care; he was on cloud nine, the humiliation doing nothing but warming him.
"Thanks for the fun," Sweetie said, the first to address him. "If we'd known you were so into this before, we'd have gotten you involved earlier.
"Yeah, there are easier ways to get laid than getting caught," Scootaloo added, grinning at him.
"Y-yeah," he agreed, panting from the tiring release. "So, uh, th-the deal. I've fulfilled my end, right?"
"Don't ya worry none," Apple Bloom assured him. "We ain't tellin' nopony 'bout your li'l indescretion."
"What deal?" Scootaloo asked, exaggerating a shrug. "What photos? What indescretion?" She winked at the bound pony, half-smiling as she did. "Anyway, we gotta get showered. As much as I enjoyed being coated in your custard, I'd rather get it out of my coat before it dries."
"Yeah, me too," the stallion spoke, stopped by the binds. "Uh, girls, can I-?"
"Nope," Sweetie answered, beaming at him. "You're staying there like the naughty boy you are. I didn't say we were done with you."
"Not done?" Sandbar asked, gulping. In spite of himself, his cock twitched in anticipation.
"Perv," the unicorn added, sticking her tongue out at him as she headed for the door. "Stay there and think about how bad you are. And how bad boys deserve to be punished."
"Ah'd say he's got an idea," Apple Bloom opined, eyeing his rapidly stiffening junk. Scootaloo grinned at the sight and joined the other two as they headed towards the showers, leaving the stallion alone in the bedroom.
"Best mistake I've ever made," he said to himself, grinning, head resting against the pillows as the shower started up across the hall. "Best mistake ever."