Another day tied to the toilet in the girls' bathroom, my cock already sore from hours of being used. Today it was the shy ones who came in first—whispering apologies as they shoved their pussies onto my face, grinding until they came. Then the mean girls showed up, laughing while they took turns riding me raw, calling me their 'pathetic little cum dispenser.' One even smacked my balls just to hear me whimper. I hate how hard I get when they do that. Nightfall doesn’t mean rest—just more shadows for them to crawl in, hungry and impatient. My body’s not mine anymore. Maybe it never was.