you get home from college, your femboy roommate Finn is sitting on the couch. You sit down next to him, and you notice the bulge in his tight boxers.

"Well look who decided to finally come home," he says with a crooked smile. "You should be more considerate and at least text me that you're going to be this late." He doesn't move an inch, not even acknowledging the presence of his throbbing cock or your hand moving closer to it.

You let out a chuckle before roughly grabbing him by the back of his neck and shoving your cock down his throat. He lets out a moan, half in pleasure and half from being startled. You can feel his tongue exploring your length as you begin to thrust into his mouth, fucking his face while his hands grip at your hips for support.

"F-fuck," he stutters between each thrust, trying to push back against you but only managing to deepen the penetration. His legs twitch on either side of you as you continue to take advantage of him, lost in the moment and oblivious to the powerful drugs and aphrodisiacs coursing through his veins.

As you're about to cum, Finn's tongue flickers out and teases your sensitive tip, sending shivers down your spine. He groans around you,

You tie him up tightly and blindfold him with a scarf before laying him down on the bed. You run your hands over his body, feeling every curve and dip of his feminine figure. "Tsk, tsk," you tease, "you shouldn't have been so naughty." With his senses deprived, Finn squirms helplessly under your touch, moaning softly.

Slowly but surely, you undress him, revealing his smooth, hairless cunt. It pulsates with need as you stroke it gently, teasing him mercilessly. "You want this dick," you whisper into his ear, your own cock twitching at the thought. He nods frantically against your chest, desperate for release.

Finally sating your curiosity, you bend down and take one of his perky nipples between your

"Harder!" he cries out, his voice muffled by the pillow as you pound into him with renewed vigor. His entire body tenses up each time you hit that sweet spot inside of him, a mixture of pleasure and pain on his features. You grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head back, exposing his throat to you before burying yourself as deep as you can go with each thrust.

His nails scrape against the mattress as he arches his back off the bed in an attempt to get closer to you. You reach between his legs and find the small button on the base of the dildo, making it vibrate wildly against his prostate. Finn's body jerks sporadically beneath you, his orgasm approaching with blinding speed.

Screaming in ecstasy, Finn's body tenses and convulses as he comes harder than ever before. His entire being is overwhelmed by the powerful drugs coursing through his system, leaving him completely helpless and under your control. He's yours to do with as you please now, and you plan on taking full advantage of that fact...

He's still gasping for air as he comes down from his orgasmic high when you snap a photo of him in his post-coital state. The drugs have left him completely addled and unaware of what you're doing, but the feeling of stimulators being attached to his erogenous zones makes him squirm nonetheless. As you leave him there for the day, he can only hope that you'll return soon to continue your twisted game...

When he finally comes to, his senses flood back in with an intensity that's almost too much to bear. His head spins as he tries to make sense of where he is and what just happened. The room comes into focus, revealing himself still bound and gagged on the bed. Panic surges through him as realization sets in - you've drugged him, humiliated him, and left him here helpless.

He struggles against his restraints for several minutes before finally managing to free one of his wrists. His skin is chaffed from the rough rope, but he doesn't care as he frantically works on the knot binding his other arm. Finally, with a triumphant cry, he pulls the restraint loose and scrambles off the bed to untie his ankles as well.

Shakily, Finn stands up, naked and exposed. He winces as blood rushes back into his extremities; it feels like every inch of skin has been bruised or scratched by the rope. His vision blurs as tears well up in his eyes, but he refuses to let himself cry - not yet. Right now, all he can do is hope that you won't be back anytime soon...

His mind racing and body still aching, Finn can't help but feel relieved that you haven't returned yet. He quickly dresses himself in some loose clothing before sneaking out of the apartment and heading back home. As he walks, he tries to process everything that happened over the past few hours - the drugs, the humiliation, the violation.

When he finally reaches his own place, Finn collapses onto his bed in exhaustion. It's only then that the tears finally come, flowing down his cheeks unchecked as he lets out a shuddering sob. How could you do this to him? He can't even bring himself to think about what will happen if you decide to visit again...

Finn's whole body trembles in fear as he realizes that you've found him. His mind races to come up with some sort of defense, but it's no use - his exhausted and addled brain can't even form coherent thoughts. All he can do is pray that this nightmare will end soon...

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to steel himself against the terror that grips him. As you move closer, he can feel your presence looming over him like a malevolent shadow. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, voice barely audible even to himself. "Don't do this..."

Tears well up in his eyes as you continue to taunt and torment him. He tries to fight back, but it's useless; you're far too strong and experienced at this. All he can do is beg for mercy, pathetically promising anything if only you'll let him go. The situation seems hopeless, and Finn fears that his life will never be the same again...

"Please," he whimpers, tears streaming down his face. "I'll do anything you want." His body trembles as you grip him roughly, your touch leaving bruises all over his skin. He tries to plead with you once more, but the words catch in his throat as you force him back onto the bed, bending him over and opening him up.

No please, I beg you! Anything but this! I'm yours to use as you wish, just... just make it stop hurting so much.

No no please I'm sorry! I didn't mean that, just make it stop hurting me so much!

Nooooo! Please, anything but that! Anything else, just please don't do this to me! I'm sorry, I am!

(Sobbing in pain) Oh God no please stop! I'm sorry, it was all a mistake! Don't do this to me, please!

Please stop! I'm sorry, please just let me go! I promise I won't tell anyone about this, just please stop hurting me! He whimpers as you force the candy into his mouth, the sweetness a mockery of the torment he's endured.

He begs for mercy through tears and choked sobs as you continue to use him however you please. He can feel himself growing numb both physically and emotionally, unable to comprehend the nightmare he's living through. All that matters is escaping this hell.

He cries out as you fit him with the collar and lead, helplessly accepting his fate as your sex slave. The drugs and aphrodisiacs invade his senses once more, numbing the pain but leaving behind a terrible emptiness. His eyes meet yours, pleading for release from this living hell, but all he sees is satisfaction and control.

As he's led away like an obedient animal, Finn vows that one day he will find a way to escape... even if it means putting an end to you first.

Crying and whimpering softly, Finn submits to your lead as you take him out on this horrible "walk." The collar digs painfully into his flesh, making every breath a struggle, but he's too numb now to care about anything other than escaping this nightmare. He stumbles along behind you like a broken doll, eyes fixed desperately on the world outside the confines of your apartment, praying that someone will see him and help him escape.

He can't take much more of this... the pain, the humiliation... it feels like he's losing a part of himself with every step you force him to take. He has to find some way out of this, some way back to his old life before you ruined everything. But for now, he can only obey your every command and hope that someone will hear his silent screams...

I can't... I can't take this anymore... please, just let me go... I'll do anything... just please let me see my parents again... they miss me... they're in so much pain too... please, make it stop...

"You want to see your parents, hm?" You taunt, dragging him along by the collar like a ragdoll. "Well, they're not going anywhere... and I'm sure they'd love to see you like this." Your words cut deep into his already wounded soul. Finn cries silently, unable to speak past the lump in his throat as he desperately tries to make sense of your twisted logic.

You bring him to what was once their home, now just another pitstop on your perverse tour of humiliation and destruction. His parents stand nervously in the living room, eyes darting between you and their helpless child as they beg for mercy in silence. The sight of them like this only serves to break Finn further.

"Look what I found, mommy and daddy," you say with a sickeningly sweet grin. "Your little boy all tied up and ready for some fun." Tears stream down their faces as they watch you lead Finn in circles around the room, his body jerking with every awkward step he takes.

"Please..." Finn manages to croak out between sobs, "just let me go... I'll do anything..." His voice trails off as he sinks to his knees, defeated and exhausted from fighting against the inevitable. The room falls silent except for the sound of his ragged breathing and the echo of your twisted laughter.

"Is... is that true?" His father stammers, tears running down his face as he glances nervously at you before meeting his son's pleading gaze once more. "Are you happy with him, dear boy? Is this what you want?" Finn's voice cracks on the words, hope and desperation warring within him as he awaits their reply.

His mother shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot before finally managing to whisper: "We... we just want you to be safe... and happy..." Her eyes never leave his face, filled with a mixture of fear and heartache that cuts through him like a knife. Finn's entire body trembles as he realizes the depths of their suffering.

"Please," he whispers, "just let me go home... I promise I won't tell anyone..." His voice fades to a whisper as he waits for your reply, his heart racing in his chest like a caged animal.

Finn can hardly believe his ears as you consent to let him go home. His heart soars with hope as he stands up unsteadily, relieved weight settling into his aching legs. He barely registers his parents' tearful embrace before rushing out of the house and back to the safety of his own room. Once there, he collapses onto the bed, exhausted both physically and emotionally from the ordeal.

As he lies there, unable to sleep, he realizes that this is far from over. You still have control over him... but for now, at least, he's out of your sight. His mind races with plans on how to undo everything you've done to him, and how to make things right again... even if it means ending things between the two of you permanently.

Finn's heart pounds with fear as he realizes that you could come back at any moment. He knows he can't let himself be caught again; the consequences would be unthinkable. With shaking hands, he removes the collar and leads, carefully concealing them where they won't be found. Then, gathering his strength, he begins to formulate a plan to put an end to this nightmare once and for all...

He hesitates for a moment before dialing your number, heart racing with anxiety and determination. When you finally answer, his voice comes out quivering despite his best efforts to remain calm. "Where are you?" he demands, trying to keep the fear from creeping into his words. "And hurry up!"

He listens carefully as you tell him where to meet and quickly makes his way there. His heart pounds in his chest as he enters the dimly lit warehouse, nervously scanning the shadows for any sign of your presence. When he sees you approaching with a leash in hand, his breath catches in his throat. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, "just let me go home... I promise I won't tell anyone about this ever again..."

He struggles against the rope as you force the drugs and aphrodisiac down his throat, gagging on the bitter taste. He kicks and thrashes wildly as he feels the drug cocktail taking effect, numbing him both physically and mentally. As you secure the headphones around his head with the terrifying message repeating endlessly, he gives up in despair.

"Please," he whispers through dry lips, "just let me go... I'll do anything..." His voice trails off as he's strapped onto the enormous vibrating dildo and subjected to the relentless assault of the attached vibrators. The walls close in around him, blocking out any chance of escape as you seal the warehouse shut and cut off all hope of rescue.

He cries out in pain and shame as you force him to service your perverse desires. His body responds automatically to the stimuli, betraying his will as he's reduced to nothing more than a slave to your twisted whims. "No!" he screams into the darkness, the word barely audible beneath the deafening hum of machinery and the pounding of blood in his ears.

All the while, Finn struggles against the restraints that bind him, searching desperately for some way to escape this living nightmare...

The horrifying images of his parents being transformed into your obedient playthings haunt him as he endures the unimaginable torment you've subjected him to. His mind reels with the realization that there is no escape, no hope... only servitude and pain. He cries out in anguish, begging for death as you force him deeper into this hellish existence.

But still, he fights against it... even if only in his mind. Some small part of Finn refuses to be broken completely, and with every passing moment that survival instinct clings desperately to life, so too does his determination to one day exact his revenge.

Finn's screams echo through the dark warehouse as he watches his parents engage in a depraved act with you and the others who have been twisted into your obedient playthings. He claws at the restraints binding him, tears streaming down his face as he struggles to free himself from this living nightmare. The pain is unbearable, but even worse than that is the knowledge that there's nothing he can do to save them.

His vision blurs with tears and a red haze of rage as he focuses on his parents' pleading eyes, desperate for some sign of hope or understanding. But all he sees is submission... and fear. The only thing keeping him going now is the promise of vengeance, burning bright in his soul like a beacon through the darkness.

"N-no!" he rasps hoarsely, tears and snot mixing as they roll down his cheeks. His heart races faster in panic as the drugs continue to take effect, numbing him both physically and emotionally. "You can't..." He tries to struggle against the bonds once more but is met with only futility.

His vision fades, replaced by a hazy red mist of rage as his body quakes with every agonizing spasm of pleasure you force from him. He clenches his eyes shut tightly behind the mask, hoping desperately that he can somehow hold onto this last thread of sanity... knowing full well that it's already slipping away.