Women take charge, towering over the blindfolded stud slumped in that office chair, sharpie tip pressing into his chiseled torso. Blonde with swinging tits leans in close, scrawling ASShole bold across his skin. Brunettes grip his thighs, skirts hiked, fingers brushing his hardening cock. He strains against the blindfold, muscles flexing useless as they tag his chest, his abs, laughing low. One blonde dips lower, marker circling his tip—teasing, marking territory. Hands everywhere. Pinned helpless. They own him now, ink dripping, room thick with their control. Ripped body marked for their game.