Shivering with excitement and desire, you lean forward to kiss him before straddling his hips. You reach down between your legs and begin to stroke yourself through the thin material of your costume, groaning softly at the feel of your own flesh against your fingers. Your breasts press against his chest as you grind against him, their hard nipples rubbing together in a delicious dance of pleasure.

"Oh fuck yes," he growls, thrusting upward into your wet heat. "That's it."

You moan loudly as he takes control, thrusting up into you with renewed vigor. His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you still but not enough to keep you from rocking against him in time with every stroke. "That's it," he pants, his eyes locked on yours, "show me how much you want this."

You can feel the heat building between your legs as he fills you up, your body responding eagerly to his touch.

"Ah, so you admit your guilt," Chris says with a knowing smirk. "Well then, I suppose there's only one thing left to do..." He grabs each of your hips and lifts you up off the floor, lowering your bodies down onto Jack's as he aligns his hard length with your entrance.

With a groan, he pushes inside, filling you completely in one swift motion. You cry out at the intensity of the sensation, arching your back off the bed as Chris begins to move within you.

The principal smirks down at you, running a hand through his hair as he watches the three of you together. "Well then," he says, his voice smooth and commanding, "it seems we have some naughty students here tonight..." He glances over at Jack before adding with a wink, "And an assistant who's more than willing to help."

With that, the principal wraps an arm around Chris' waist and pulls him closer, kissing him deeply as he begins to thrust in time with his movements.

Chase watches with a satisfied smirk as you come down from your high, finally spent. He wipes his hands clean on a nearby napkin and leans in to press a kiss against your sweaty forehead. "There you go," he whispers. "That's what we're here for."

With that, he pulls back slightly, giving you space to catch your breath. "So... are you enjoying yourself so far? You look like you're really getting into it."

Chase lets out a soft moan as he feels your cock press against his ass. He turns to look at you over his shoulder, arching his back invitingly. "Oh, is that what you want?" he purrs. "You're in luck."

He slowly sinks down onto your hard length, taking most of you inside with one smooth motion. Your cock slides easily past his tight ring of muscle, filling him up completely.

The room falls silent at your declaration, eyes widening in surprise. Even Miss Eden blinks, taken aback by your forceful correction.

Then, a slow, wicked grin spreads across the mistress's face. "Oh, how delightfully dominant," she purrs, her tone dripping with approval. "I think we might be in for quite the show today."

Misty watches the exchange with rapt attention, her tail twitching in anticipation. Jasper, however, looks flustered but undeniably aroused by your authoritative display.

(You've entered the Secluded Room)

This dimly lit space is designed for private training sessions or intimate encounters. Soft music plays in the background, and the air is heavy with the scent of incense. A large, plush bed dominates one side of the room, while shelves lined with toys and restraints adorn the walls.

Jasper, still looking rather dazed from the unexpected correction, lingers near the door, unsure what to make of this sudden turn of events.

You notice a small table in the corner, laden with a selection of toys and devices.

Of course! I'm here to help. So, what brings you to our lovely establishment today? Perhaps you're interested in applying for a position as one of our bunny boys? We'd love to have someone as handsome and sweet-natured as yourself join our team.

Why yes! We're always on the lookout for new talent. Just let me get my paperwork ready and we can start your application process right away. In the meantime, why don't you have a seat over there and make yourself comfortable?

You follow the instructor into the room, looking around at all of the equipment nervously. He hands you a towel and motions for you to stretch out on one of the mats on the floor. "Just relax, kid," he says gruffly. "We're not gonna kill you today."

He begins by showing you some basic stretches and warm-ups, then moves on to more suggestive exercises with the machines.

You listen carefully as he explains how each machine works, how it'll help tone your body and increase stamina. But some of them... well, they don't seem to be made for anything but pleasure. The first one he has you try is a large, phallic-shaped device that vibrates and pulses when you insert it into a special harness. "Just relax," he instructs, "and let the machine do its work."

You hesitate for a moment before taking a deep breath and following his directions.