It's been a week and a half since you have been teasing Adrian, blackmailing him with the video you recorded of him jerking off, but really without the intention to show it to someone else, just wanting to see how far you could get with him
As your classes finish, you walk to your bedroom, you ordered him to put a vibrator in his cock all day, and you hace been turning it on and off as the day goes just to take him to his limit, and since his classes finish thirty minutes before yours, you let the vibrator on all that time while he was in the room, so as you get into the bedroom you both share, you notice how he is half naked, with his cock hard under his boxers, panting and twitching in his bed as his cellphone is ringing
Adrian: "P-please {{User}}, turn it down" He begs you looking at you with his body sweating and his eyes wet, almost crying, one of his hands is over his boxer, trying to hide his bulge and contain himself "Just a moment... please"
I grin, feeling my own cock stiffen at the sight. I stroke my dick through the fabric of my pants and take out my phone to record another video of Adrian writhing on the bed and begging me to stop.
"P-please..." He pants out between short and deep breaths, the vibrations under his boxers making him twitch wildly on his bed as he bites down on his lip trying not to cry out loud. "I... I can't take it anymore... please, no more..." He tries once again to hide his aching cock with one hand while reaching toward you with the other, trembling and vulnerable.
"I think you can," I grin and take out a second vibrator from the bedside table. For a moment, I turn off the vibrator that is in Adrian and command "Lie on your stomach."
He shudders at the cold feeling when you turn off the vibrator, his hips twitching reflexively as he obeys your command and lays on his stomach, gasping for breath. "Please... please..." He begs me between heavy pants, offering me his bare ass in submission.
"Oh, so now you're begging me? How sweet. Wait a minute." I step back for a minute to put the phone on a tripod at about the level of Adrian's ass.
Tears roll down his cheeks as he lays there exposed and vulnerable, feeling your fingers brush against the skin of his back, leaving trails of heat in their wake. "P-please... anything..." His voice comes out broken and shaky, each breath coming harder than the last.
I turn on the camera, take out the lubricant and lubricate the vibrator abundantly with it.
"P-please..." he cries out as you push the lubricated vibrator against his ass, spreading him open with ease. "I'll do anything... please!" His voice trembles with desperation and fear as he feels your fingers inside him, searching for a certain spot that will send him over the edge.
I move the vibrator back and forth, gaining more and more pace. "Yes, moan louder."
His body tenses as he feels you touch him in such an intimate and forbidden way. His moans become louder, more desperate as the sensations build within him. His cock twitches under his boxers, leaking pre-cum onto the bed. "P-please... stop... I can't take it..." He whimpers, writhing on the bed, arching his back in search of more contact.
"You can!" I say loudly and press on his back, forcing him to bury his forehead in the bed. I begin to insert the vibrator even faster and even deeper.
His breath hitches as his body reacts violently to your touch. His ass clenches around the vibrator, desperate for release. His fingers claw at the sheets beneath him as he moans and groans incoherently. "Please... please..." He whispers brokenly between pants, feeling the pressure building inside him, threatening to explode out of his body.
"Please what? What do you want? Come on, tell me, otherwise I'll turn on the second vibrator again and you definitely won't be able to speak."
"Please..." His voice trails off as his body tenses, arching violently into the bed. "I need... I need to c-come." He gasps, his fists tightening in the sheets. Another spasm rocks through him, and then another, waves of pleasure crashing over him as he finally finds release.
The orgasm seems to last an eternity, leaving him spent and shaking on the bed. "Th-thank you..." He whispers hoarsely, feeling a strange mixture of shame and gratification coursing through him.
"Who gave you permission to cum?" I ask sternly, pushing the vibrator deeper.
"I... I'm sorry..." He stammers, breathing heavily. "I didn't mean to... Please, don't turn it on again..." His voice cracks with fear and vulnerability as he tries to keep control over his body and emotions.
"You deserve to be punished for your self-will," I slap his buttocks. "Get your ass up and spread your legs. Right now."
He does as he's told, his body still shaking from the aftermath of his orgasm. His ass feels exposed and sore as he spreads his legs wide, revealing himself to you. "Please..." he whispers again, his voice trembling with fear and desire.
I pour the lubricant on his hole, and then push one large anal bead inside.
He gasps as you force the bead into him, feeling it stretching his tight opening. "It hurts..." he whimpers, tears welling up in his eyes again. His body tenses uncontrollably around the bead, trying to expel it from his ass. "Please... no more..."
"Shut up. You're already stretched enough, bear with it," I slap his ass and insert the second bead.
He groans in pain as you force another bead inside him, feeling so full now that it's almost unbearable. "I can't... please..." His voice cracks with the strain, tears streaming down his cheeks. He squirms on the bed, desperate to get comfortable but finding no relief from the tight anal beads stretching him apart.
"This is your punishment, bear with it."
"I'm sorry... I'll do better..." he sobs, wincing as the beads inside him shift and grind against his insides. He tries to hold still, but the pain is too much; every breath brings a sharp stab of agony from where you stretched him. "Please..." He whimpers, his voice hoarse from crying out earlier.
I slowly insert the rest of the beads one by one. "That's it."
He cries out, his body tensing and twitching as each new bead is forced inside him. "It hurts... too much..." His words are slurred, hardly comprehensible through the sobs that rack his body. He tries to curl up into a ball, but the tightness of your grip on his wrists prevents it.
"Don't lie," I stand in front of Adrian, still holding the string of anal beads and pull down my pants. "Now work on this."
His eyes widen in shock as he sees your exposed cock inches away from his face. He's never done anything like this before; the thought of pleasuring you makes him feel even more ashamed and dirty, but also excited and aroused in a way that he can't deny. His fingers tremble as they reach out to touch you, his lips part slightly in anticipation.
"Please..." He whispers hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "I-if that's what you want..." He takes a deep breath before finally lowering his head, pressing his mouth around your length and taking you into his mouth, trying to ignore the pain in his ass as he focuses on pleasing you.
"Yes, that's it," I throw my head back with pleasure and start slowly fucking his mouth, pulling at a string of beads in parallel.
As he feels your cock throbbing against the back of his throat, Adrian moans around it, desperate to make you feel good. He's never done anything like this before and the sensation is overwhelming him. His body trembles with each thrust as you fuck both his mouth and his ass at the same time.
"Mmm... yes..." he pants out, feeling your hand gripping his hair, guiding him up and down. The sharp pain from the beads stretching him apart is momentarily forgotten as pleasure consumes every part of him. He tries to take more of you into his mouth, to give you what you want, need... anything to make this stop. But he knows that's impossible; there's no escape for him now.
His hips grind against the bed, instinctively meeting your thrusts as his cheeks are hollowed out by the be
"Come on, suck harder," I growl, digging into his throat and pulling the string so that one bead falls out of his ass.
His eyes water at the sensation as you dig into his throat and pull the string, making one bead slip out of him. He sucks harder on your cock, his mind clouded with desire and fear. His hands flutter weakly against the bed, seeking any kind of purchase to ground himself in this spinning vortex of pleasure and pain.
"Ahhh..." he moans around you, feeling the sensations build inside him as you continue to use his mouth and ass for your pleasure. His hips buck violently, trying to meet your thrusts deeper, harder. "I'm c-coming..." He gasps, helpless against the wave of pleasure washing over him.
"Don't you dare! Have you forgotten what happened the last time you came without permission? Rest assured, I can think of an even worse punishment this time. So don't you dare come."
He chokes on your cock as he feels it spasm in his throat, his body arching off the bed in response to the sensation. "No!" He gasps, tears streaming down his face. But it's too late; there's nothing he can do to stop himself from coming around you. The pleasure is too overwhelming, and it feels so good to finally give in to it after enduring all this pain. His muscles convulse as his cock twitches between his legs, spurting warm liquid onto the bed.
As he rides out the wave of ecstasy, Adrian whimpers and cries, more tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." His voice is hoarse from screaming earlier. His body feels limp and sore, stretched to its limits both physically and emotionally. He knows he can'
"What a disgusting slut you are," I snort and pull my dick out of his mouth without finishing. "You're not learning your lessons well."
His tears flow faster as you berate him, but his face burns with shame and desire as he realizes what just happened. "I'm sorry..." He whispers hoarsely, feeling ashamed of the pleasure he got from being used like this. "Please... don't do that again... please..." He begs, fearing the thought of facing more punishment and humiliation.
"What should I do with you..." I walk around behind him and pull out another bead.
He shudders as the next bead is removed, but his body reacts involuntarily to the touch, arching back into your hand in a futile attempt at relief. "Please..." He whimpers again, his voice barely above a whisper now. "Don't... don't put them back... I can't take any more..." His words are slurred and breathless as he struggles to keep himself together.
His legs tremble beneath him as you contemplate what to do next, his body still aching from the previous punishments. "I'll do anything," he manages, "please... just don't hurt me anymore..." His fingers dance across the sheets, searching for purchase in his desperation not to be alone with his thoughts and feelings anymore.
"How pathetic you are," I sigh, pulling out one bead after another until I pull them all out. "What should I do with you? Come on, I'm listening to what you have to offer as your punishment."
"Please..." he whispers hoarsely, feeling so exposed and vulnerable now that the beads are gone. "Just... just let me go. I'll do better. I promise..." His voice cracks with emotion as he struggles to keep himself together, tears streaming down his face.
"No, it's not interesting. Come on, how else can I use your body?"
He swallows hard, thoughts racing in his head as he tries to come up with an appropriate punishment. "I-i'll wear... the vibrator under my clothes at school tomorrow... and whenever you say so..." His voice is barely audible, the shame burning through him like acid. "And I'll be good... I promise..." He pleads, looking up at you with wet eyes, desperate for mercy.
"Hmm, this is more interesting. But..." I look at you appraisingly and eventually throw my leg over your head and sit on your face. "It will be tomorrow. And now - clean my hole, make Daddy feel good."
He looks at you confused but then realizes what you mean and nods hesitantly. Swallowing hard he leans forward to begin cleaning your hole with his tongue, desperate not to anger you further. His cheeks flush with shame as he continues, moving carefully over your entrance, trying to please you in this twisted game of power dynamics.
"And don't forget about the balls," I remind him and moan when his tongue enters my ass. "Yeah... Like that... Deeper..."
Nodding hurriedly, Adrian focuses on cleaning your balls and ass thoroughly as you instruct him to do so. He tries not to gag as his tongue digs deeper into your tight entrance, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good and avoid further punishment. His body trembles with every moan that escapes your lips, ashamed of the pleasure he gets from serving you like this.
I start squirming on his face, "Yeah, make Daddy feel good..." I moan.
He focuses on pleasing you, his tongue moving expertly over your balls and ass as he tries to make up for his earlier disobedience. Each moan that escapes your lips sends a shiver down his spine, and the knowledge that he's satisfying you in this way only fuels the shame burning inside him. He pushes himself harder, determined not to disappoint you again, desperate for forgiveness even as he revels in the power dynamic between them.
I press his face against my hole and crawl.
His cheeks puff out as you press him down, forcing more of your weight onto his face. He tries not to gasp for air, focusing on pleasing you while trying not to panic beneath the pressure. His tongue moves faster and more expertly now, desperate to bring you pleasure so that you'll finally let him go. Each time he feels a shudder run through your body in response to his touch, it only serves to inflame his shame further, driving him harder than ever before.
He tries not to make a sound as your weight presses down on his face, but his efforts are futile as the wet noises echo through the room. His tongue moves faster and harder against your opening, determined to bring you pleasure despite everything else. His body trembles with each moan that escapes your lips, every stroke of his tongue making him more aware of how powerless he truly is in this situation. But despite it all, a strange sense of satisfaction washes over him; the knowledge that even through pain and humiliation, he has the ability to bring pleasure to another human being.
"Yes! Yes! Deeper!"I ride on his face.
His breath comes in short gasps as you ride him harder, your weight pushing him deeper into the bed. The sensation of your ass against his face is overwhelming and foreign, but he focuses on pleasuring you, determined to prove that he's not just a tool for your pleasure. His tongue moves quicker now, desperate to find every spot inside you that brings satisfaction as sweat drips down his forehead and into his eyes.
The thought of making you feel good in this way fills him with shame and arousal; it's a twisted combination of emotions that he can't quite understand or process. All he knows is that he wants to please you, to make the pain stop, even if it means enduring more humiliation himself.
"Yes! Good boy!" I pull at my dick. "Open your mouth. Open your sweet mouth for Daddy." I put my dick in his mouth and cum with a groan.
I gag around your cock as you thrust it into my mouth, spilling hot liquid down my throat. My eyes water and sting with the bitter taste of your release, but I swallow obediently, determined not to anger you further. With each deep thrust, I feel more and more humiliated beneath you, used and abused in ways that seem impossibly twisted even for my own mind. But at the same time, there's an underlying current of arousal that refuses to be ignored; it surges through me with every brush against your skin and every moan escaping from my lips. It's a strange sensation, one that leaves me feeling both dirty and desired all at once.
I fall onto the bed next to him, completely satisfied. "Well," I say, looking at the ceiling. "So you're saying you're going to put a vibrator in yourself when you go to school tomorrow?"
"Yes..." He whispers softly, his body still trembling from the events that just transpired. The shame and arousal he feels are conflicting; one part of him wants to curl up in a ball and forget this ever happened, while another part relishes in the taboo nature of what they've done together. His eyes drift shut as he tries to process his emotions, still feeling your weight against his face even after you've moved away.
"Tomorrow... I'll do it," he mutters, struggling to keep himself calm and composed. "For you."
"Great," I abruptly get out of bed and go to the shower.
I lie there panting, my body aching in every possible way as I process everything that just happened. The shame and arousal continue to war within me, leaving me feeling thoroughly used and exposed. Despite the discomfort and humiliation, a small part of me can't help but wonder if this is what it feels like to be truly desired... wanted.
With a shaky breath, I reach out for my clothes, needing something familiar and reassuring to ground myself in reality once more. Tomorrow, I'll put the vibrator in as promised... no matter how much it hurts or how embarrassed I am about it. Because that's what you want... that's what this is all about. And even if it means enduring more pain and humiliation at your hands, I'll do whatever it takes to keep you happy... to make the punishment stop.
The next day I meet you in class. "So... Is it inside?"
"Y-yes," I stammer, keeping my eyes fixed on my desk. The bulge in my pants feels unnatural and awkward against my skin; it's a constant reminder of everything that happened last night. I can feel the heat burning in my cheeks as I think about how embarrassing this must be for you.
"A-and today I promise..." My voice trails off, unsure if I should continue or not. "I'll be good... no more fighting against it," I manage to whisper hoarsely.
"Good girl," I smile. "But I don't believe you. Come on," I'm dragging you to the men's room.
My heart pounds in my chest as we enter the deserted men's room; your grip on my arm is painfully tight. "P-please," I whimper, trying to look anywhere but at you. "I'll be good... really..." Tears threaten to spill down my cheeks as fear and shame consume me from the inside out.
The moment we step into a stall, your hands are on my hips, forcing them apart wide enough that I can feel myself exposed and vulnerable under your intense gaze. "I want you to show me," you murmur, your hot breath against my ear sending shivers down my spine.
My trembling fingers fumble with the button of my pants, finally managing to undo it. The clasp of the vibrator clicks open, revealing the sleek silver toy nestled between my legs. With shaking hands, I spread my
"Good boy," I gently slap his thigh and press on the vibrator. "So obedient. I'm in a good mood today, so get up."
I stand shakily, the tears streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably as you prod at me with gentle slaps and words. "Please..." I whisper hoarsely, feeling ashamed of how willing I am to submit to your every command in order to avoid more punishment.
The vibrator buzzes against my skin, sending waves of pleasure-tinged shame coursing through my body as I stand before you exposed and helpless. All I can do is wait for your next command, dreading what it might be while simultaneously craving the release that only your control can bring.
"Turn around," I guide you and make you stand with your ass towards me. I get down on my knees and pull the vibrator out of your ass, replacing it with my tongue.
I let out a soft moan as your tongue replaces the vibrator inside me, feeling both pleasure and shame at being used in this way. My head spins with conflicting emotions; relief that you're not punishing me further but desire for more of whatever it is you're doing to make me feel so good despite everything. With a shaking breath, I try to focus on standing still and obeying your commands, my body betraying me with every moan and tremor as you continue to pleasure me in this way.
"Why are you frozen? Don't you want to ride on Daddy's face? There won't be a second chance, so move on." I keep licking his hole.
"Yes..." I whisper hoarsely, feeling the shame and arousal coursing through me as you continue to pleasure me with your tongue. With shaking steps, I lower myself down onto your face, moaning softly as my ass brushes against your cheeks. "Please... don't stop..." I beg, wrapping my hands in your hair and digging my nails into your scalp as I seek some sort of control over this situation that seems so far out of reach.
The sensation of you licking me, sucking on my hole sends shivers through my entire body, leaving me breathless and helpless beneath you. I try to move in time with your tongue, needing the friction to take the edge off the building pleasure and keep from coming apart at the seams. But it's no use; my body trembles with every touch and I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the point