Powerplay
by yekangi
Copyright© 2026 by yekangi
Fiction Sex Story: 3 girls do a dare after concert and their life changes forever
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Slavery Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Incest BDSM Humiliation Harem Body Modification .
The concert had been incredible, and as I made my way through the crowd leaving the venue, I couldn’t help but feel a bit lonely. That’s when I noticed them - three women watching me from near the exit. One was curvy with an hourglass figure that made my mouth water, another was petite with delicate features, and the third was athletic with toned abs and long legs.
“Hey there,” the curvy one said, approaching me with a confident smile. “You were really into the show.”
“I was,” I admitted, feeling my face flush. “It was amazing.”
“We couldn’t help but notice you came alone,” the petite one chimed in, stepping closer. “That’s a shame.”
The athletic one circled around me, appraising me with interest. “A handsome man like you shouldn’t be alone after a concert like that.”
I was stunned. Three beautiful women were actually flirting with me. “I ... uh ... I don’t get out much,” I stammered.
The curvy one’s eyes lit up. “Are you a virgin?”
My face burned with embarrassment. “How did you know?”
“It’s written all over you,” she laughed. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”
The three women exchanged glances. “We have a proposition for you,” the athletic one said. “How about a little dare? If we can make you cum with a blowjob, you buy us dinner. If we can’t ... we’ll be your sex slaves for the weekend.”
My jaw dropped. “You’re kidding me.”
“Dead serious,” the petite one said, stepping so close I could feel her breath on my neck. “What do you say?”
My heart was racing. “Okay,” I heard myself say before I could think better of it. “You’re on.”
We went back to my place, and the moment the door closed, the curvy one dropped to her knees. “I’ll go first,” she said, unzipping my pants. “Let’s see if we can’t break that record of yours.”
Her mouth was warm and skilled, and despite my nerves, I felt myself responding. But I focused on controlling my breathing, determined to win this dare.
Next was the petite one, who took a different approach with teasing licks and gentle suction. It was tantalizing, but I held back.
Finally, the athletic one took her turn with the most intense technique yet, deep-throating me with enthusiasm. I had to clench my fists to maintain control.
When she finally pulled back, panting, all three looked at me with disbelief. “You didn’t cum,” the curvy one said in amazement.
“I guess I win,” I said, trying to sound confident despite my racing heart.
The athletic one nodded slowly. “A deal’s a deal. We’re yours for the weekend.”
The next morning, I woke to find them waiting for me in my living room, completely nude and kneeling in a row. Each wore a collar with a dog tag.
“I’ve been thinking about names,” I said, enjoying the power shift. “You,” I pointed to the curvy one, “will be ‘Fuck Meat’.” Her eyes widened, but she didn’t protest. “You,” I gestured to the petite one, “are ‘Fuck Doll’.” She blushed furiously. “And you,” I said to the athletic one, “will be ‘Fuck Toy’.”
I decided to start with Fuck Meat, pulling her to the bedroom and laying her on her back. Her beautiful face and big eyes watched me as I entered her, her curvy body responding to every thrust.
Next was Fuck Doll, who I lifted into a full nelson position, standing over the other two as they licked my balls with eager tongues.
Finally, I took Fuck Toy from behind in doggy style, her athletic body pushing back against me with perfect rhythm.
Despite all this, I found myself holding back, wanting to draw out the experience. I had them all kneel before me, mouths open and tongues out, as I stroked myself. When I finally came, I made sure to give each of them a taste.
In the weeks that followed, something unexpected happened - we all became addicted to our dynamic. They competed to be the best pet, each trying to outdo the others in their devotion to me.
Fuck Meat got a tramp stamp that read “Property of Master” with an arrow pointing down. Fuck Doll had her nipples pierced and wore a bell that rang with every movement. Fuck Toy got a tongue piercing and practiced new techniques daily.
They’d perform humiliating acts to impress me - public submission, edge play, and elaborate displays of devotion. The competition between them drove them to new heights of submission and pleasure.
Our arrangement extended beyond the weekend, becoming a lifestyle that satisfied us all in ways we never expected. The three women who had approached me at a concert had found their purpose, and I had discovered a side of myself I never knew existed.
As our relationship deepened, the girls’ desire to mark themselves as mine grew more intense. They wanted permanent symbols of their submission, visible declarations that they belonged to me and no one else.
“Master,” Fuck Meat said one evening, “we want to get tattoos of your face on our bodies.”
“Where?” I asked, intrigued.
“Each of us will have it in a different place,” Fuck Toy explained. “I want yours on my lower back, so everyone sees it when I bend over for you.”
“I’ll have mine on my left breast,” Fuck Doll added, “right over my heart.”
“And I’ll have mine on my hip,” Fuck Meat finished, “so it’s visible when I wear low-cut clothes.”
The thought of my face permanently inked on their bodies was intoxicating. “Do it,” I approved. “And while you’re at it, get matching belly button piercings with my signature.”
They returned a week later, my face expertly tattooed on their chosen body parts, each with a dangling belly button ring bearing my distinctive signature. But that wasn’t all.
“We also got our ears pierced in every possible way,” Fuck Doll said proudly, turning to show me the multiple piercings lining her ears - helix, conch, daith, rook, and industrial piercings adorned with silver rings.
“And septum piercings,” Fuck Toy added, tapping the silver ring through her nose. “We wanted to be as decorated as possible for you.”
The transformation was remarkable. Three beautiful women, now heavily modified with tattoos and piercings, all dedicated to me.
The next step surprised even me. “We’ve talked to our families,” Fuck Meat announced one night. “We want to marry you.”
“All three of us,” Fuck Doll clarified. “Together.”
I was stunned. “Your families agreed to this?”
“We’re all from wealthy families,” Fuck Toy explained. “Money can be very persuasive. Plus, we’re adults who can make our own choices.”
The arrangements were made quickly. A grand ceremony was planned, and invitations were sent to friends and family of all four of us. The wedding day arrived, and I stood at the altar, waiting for my three brides.
When they appeared, the crowd gasped. All three wore white wedding dresses, but each was designed to showcase their modifications. Fuck Meat’s dress had a cutout at the hip, revealing her tattoo. Fuck Doll’s had a plunging neckline showing hers. Fuck Toy’s dress was backless, displaying her lower back tattoo.
Their piercings glittered in the sunlight - belly button rings, ear piercings, and septum rings all visible. They looked stunning, and the envy in the eyes of every other man present was palpable.
The ceremony was unconventional but legally binding. As I placed rings on each of their fingers, I could feel the power of the moment - three beautiful, wealthy women, all now legally mine.
That night, the real celebration began. All three were eager to consummate our marriage, but they competed fiercely to be fucked first.
“Master, let me worship you first,” Fuck Doll begged, dropping to her knees and running her tongue along my shaft.
“No, I’ll give you the best rimjob you’ve ever had,” Fuck Toy countered, positioning herself behind me.
“I’ll let you do anything to me if you just fuck me first,” Fuck Meat pleaded, presenting herself to me.
The competition was intense. They licked every inch of my body, worshiped my cock and balls with elaborate techniques, and took turns giving me the most thorough rimjobs imaginable. Their mouths and tongues worked tirelessly to pleasure me, each trying to outdo the others.
Finally, I decided the winner. “Fuck Toy,” I announced, “you’ll be first.”
She squealed with delight as the others watched with envy. I took her hard and fast, her athletic body responding to every thrust. When I finished with her, I moved to Fuck Doll, then Fuck Meat, each receiving the same ruthless fucking they craved.
By the end of the night, all three were thoroughly satisfied and marked as mine in every way possible. Our unconventional marriage had begun, and I knew this was only the beginning of our journey together.
The power dynamic had shifted completely. What began as a weekend dare had evolved into total ownership. I now sat at the head of the massive mahogany table in the boardroom of their family businesses. Behind me, my three pets stood at attention, their presence a silent testament to my authority.
Their transformation was complete and striking. Every trace of body hair had been permanently removed through laser treatments, leaving their skin impossibly smooth. They were completely nude except for stark white leather elbow sleeves and matching thigh-high stockings. Their bodies glistened with oil, making their muscles and curves gleam under the boardroom lights. Most striking was their hair - dyed platinum white with deliberately visible black roots, a stark contrast that screamed artificial submission.
Their fathers, once powerful men who commanded respect in these very rooms, now sat pale and sweating. I could see the arousal in their eyes, the awakening of a deep-seated cuckold nature they never knew existed.
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