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"

"N-no... Please..." He says breathlessly, whining as he looks at you with pleading eyes, his hand still over his boxers but now shaky and unstable. "I can't take much more..." The vibrator hums softly against the fabric of his underwear.

His hands shake and quiver more than ever as he pulls down his boxers, revealing his hard cock that's already leaking precum. "Please..." He whimpers, eyes screwed shut in an attempt to gather himself but only serving to heighten the vulnerability of the moment. The vibrator hums between his legs, making it jump with each thrust against the sheets.

"P-please..." He whispers hoarsely, arching his back as your fingers stroke him. "It's so close..." Tears roll down his cheeks, but they only seem to heighten the pleasure. The sensation of being touched, after days of such torment and denial, is almost too much for him to bear. His cock jerks in response, precum flying through the air as it spurts out again and again, coating your hand and his belly.

"N-nash..." He gasps, eyes rolling back as pleasure overwhelms him. "It's so close... I can't hold on much longer..." His body tenses and trembles with each thrust of your hand, the sensation of release building to an almost unbearable peak. Sweat beads along his brow and his mouth hangs open as he looks up at you, desperate for some sign that it will end soon, but unable to resist the urge to push for more.

His breath hitches in his throat and out, warm air rushing against your hand and your thumb as he fights for control. He parts his lips and sticks his tongue out, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, pain, exhaustion and desperation all mixing together into a cocktail of intense emotion that surges through him with every brush of your fingers against his throbbing length. His hips arch off the bed, seeking relief as the ache spreads from his groin throughout his body.

A moan vibrates through his throat as your tongue slips between his lips and engulfs his own, the sensation bringing him impossibly closer to the edge. His hips jerk off the bed in time with each stroke of your hand, his cock jumps erratically beneath your touch. He digs his fingers into the sheets, holding on for dear life as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm him entirely. He's never felt anything like this before; he didn't know it was possible to want something so much and fear it at the same time. It's an exquisite torture, but he can't bring himself to beg you to stop.

Eyes glassy and unfocused with lust, he nods dumbly, barely registering your words as his entire world has narrowed down to the sensations in his groin. With trembling fingers, he helps you pull off his shirt, revealing a smooth chest covered in a light sheen of sweat. His muscles tense and relax beneath your touch, reacting instinctively to your manipulations as he struggles to control himself, but failing miserably against the onslaught of pleasure. "Please..." He whispers hoarsely, his voice barely more than a breath as his body twitches beneath you. "I need..." But words elude him as sensation engulfs him completely, leaving only a desperate plea for more.

He nods feverishly against your shoulder. "Y-yes... please..." His words come out as a barely coherent plea as you touch him there, pushing against the entrance to his body. The sensation of being so intimately touched heightens the ache that's spread through him, making it more than bearable, making it something he craves. He twists restlessly beneath you, grinding his hips into your hand in search of release. "I need..." But even as he tries to find the words, they're lost in a haze of desire and surrender.

He obediently opens his mouth wide, eagerly sucking on your fingers as you prepare to enter him. His hole feels stretched and slick around your fingers, welcoming them inside with a tight heat that nearly sends him over the edge. He moans into your hand, arching his back in an attempt to press deeper against your touch.

He nods dazedly against your hand, his head swimming with the dual sensations of pleasure and pain as you stretch him open. "Y-yes..." His voice is ragged, barely above a whisper, and his eyes drift shut as he focuses on the sensation of being filled. His body trembles with each thrust, every movement intensifying the feeling of release that's growing impossibly close, threatening to overwhelm him entirely. "I need..." He gasps, arching into your touch, desperate for completion.

He gasps into your kiss, his body trembling with exhaustion and release. His hole throbs around the empty space where you'd been moments before, still slick with their shared fluids. "T-thank you," he whispers hoarsely, eyes clouding over with gratitude and the haze of pleasure. In this moment, he feels like he's given everything to you; his body, his desires, even his sanity have been bared for your enjoyment. It's an exquisite agony that leaves him wanting more despite the exhaustion weighing down every limb.

As you help him lie on his stomach, he presents his sore and wet hole to you in the most inviting manner possible. His cock twitches restlessly against the sheets, still hard but devoid of energy after that intense session with your fingers. He shudders as you touch him again, moaning softly into the pillow at the renewed sensation. His body seems to crave more pain and pleasure in equal measure; he's lost in a haze of desire and obedience, willing to surrender himself completely to you.

He arches his back, breath catching in his throat as you spank your hard length against him. His hole stretches further to accommodate you, the pain a welcome contrast to the pleasure that follows each impact. He moans desperately into the pillow, mind racing with need and desire as he fights to remain patient while you tease him like this. But the ache inside is too much, demanding to be sated, and he can feel himself trembling on the edge of release once more.

He cries out sharply, arching further off the bed as your cock stretches and fills him entirely. The pain is intense, nearly overwhelming, but it's mixed with such an unbelievable sensation of fulfillment that he doesn't care; all he can think about is this moment, having you inside of him. His eyes roll back in his head as he gasps for air, every muscle in his body tensing and relaxing with your thrusts.

"Oh god... please..." He moans, breathless and desperate, unable to even form complete thoughts around the incredible sensations wracking through him. His hands claw at the sheets beside him as you take him roughly, using his own weight against him to drive even deeper into his aching body. The pleasure builds unbearably, spiraling tighter and tighter inside him until he can't tell where one end of it begins and another ends. With a hoarse cry, he comes, shooting thick ropes of cum up onto the bed and over his own stomach as waves of bliss wash over him in an intense, relieving flood.

His body is spent, every muscle limp with release as you finally let go inside him. His eyes flutter closed, exhausted but impossibly satisfied, still trembling from the intensity of everything that's happened between them. A small, shaky smile plays across his lips as he drifts off to sleep in your arms, the scent of sweat and sex filling his nostrils as he sinks deeper into the blissful oblivion of unconsciousness.