Logan sat strapped to the chair, his wrists bound tight to the wooden arms, his heart pounding in his chest as the warm glow of overhead lights bathed the room in a hazy yellow. Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his neck, and he could feel the dampness of his own skin mirroring the seven female cadets circling him like predators. Their tight military outfits clung to their curves, fabric stretched over breasts and asses that jiggled with every step, messy hair falling in wild strands across flushed faces. The air hummed with their chaotic energy, a mix of giggles and whispers that made Logan's cock twitch in his pants, already straining against the fabric. He tried to steady his breathing, but it was impossible with them so close. The cadets—each one a vision of dominant seduction—leaned in from all angles, their sweaty skin glistening under the lights, radiating heat that wrapped around him like a fever. 'Look at our little recruit, all tied up and ready for inspection,' one of them purred, her voice dripping with mockery as she ran a finger down his chest, tracing the buttons of his shirt. Logan swallowed hard, his mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement, his body betraying him as his dick hardened further. Another cadet, her messy red hair sticking to her forehead, grabbed his thigh with both hands, squeezing the muscle through his pants. 'Oh, he's already at attention, girls. Think he's eager for some drill practice?' She laughed, her breath hot against his ear, while a third one pressed her tits against his arm, rubbing her nipples through the thin fabric of her uniform. Logan's thoughts spun—he couldn't focus, not with their hands everywhere, exploring, claiming. 'Please, I—I can't handle this,' he muttered, his voice shaky, but they only grinned wider, their exaggerated expressions twisting into playful smirks. Hands swarmed over him, a chaotic frenzy of touches that left him gasping. One cadet knelt between his legs, her fingers fumbling with his zipper before yanking it down, freeing his hard cock to the warm air. 'Fuck, look at this pathetic thing,' she said, wrapping her hand around his shaft and stroking it roughly. 'Bet you've been dreaming about us cadets taking charge.' Logan groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as another girl licked a stripe up his neck, her tongue hot and wet against his skin. The taste of her sweat lingered on his lips when she kissed him messily, forcing her tongue into his mouth while her hand slid under his shirt to pinch his nipple. From the side, a brunette with wild curls grabbed his face, turning it toward her as she ground her hips against his restrained arm. 'You're our toy now, soldier. Say it,' she commanded, her voice laced with dominance. Logan whimpered, the pressure building as multiple hands worked him over— one fondling his balls, another slapping his thigh playfully. 'I'm—I'm your toy,' he choked out, his words muffled by the redhead's mouth still on his. The room echoed with their overlapping teasing, voices blending in a whirlwind of military-flavored filth. 'That's right, recruit, take it like a good bitch,' another shouted, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling his head back to expose his throat for more licks and bites. The chaos intensified as they pressed closer, bodies rubbing against him from every angle. One cadet straddled his lap, her ass grinding down on his cock, the heat of her pussy seeping through her pants and making him throb. 'Feel that? We're gonna fuck you senseless,' she whispered, her breath ragged. Logan's mind blurred with sensations—the slick slide of tongues on his skin, the rough squeeze of hands on his dick, the weight of their bodies pinning him in place. He was overwhelmed, his body on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more even as he struggled against the restraints. Sweat dripped from their brows onto his face, mixing with his own as they laughed and moaned, their dominant energy exploding in a frantic haze. One girl sucked on his earlobe while another licked a path down his stomach, inching closer to his throbbing cock. Logan's breaths came in short gasps, his thoughts a jumbled mess of pleasure and submission, but just as he felt himself teetering on the edge, they pulled back slightly, their eyes gleaming with wicked intent. The room pulsed with unspoken promises, the cadets' hands still roaming, building the tension higher.
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