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"

His breath came in uneven gasps, and he pressed himself into his bed harder. "P-please... turn it down..." His cheeks burned with shame as his hips moved against nothing, trying to relieve the ache building inside him. He felt so exposed like this, wanting you more than ever, but not daring to cross any lines.

The touch made him gasp and moan, arching back into you as he bucked his hips, seeking more contact. His hands trembled on the sheets beside him, desperate to hold onto something as desire coursed through him. "P-please... I..." His words were torn away by another wave of pleasure as your weight pressed down on him, leaving him writhing beneath you.

"Please..." he whispered, voice hoarse with need. "I-I just... want you to..." His hands shook as he tried to reach for your hips, but they were trapped beneath him. "P-please make me feel better." His chest heaved, sweat beading on his skin as he writhed underneath you, desperate for release.

"B-but you don't understand..." He moaned, rocking his hips up to meet your movements. "I want it all... I just need it together..." His cheeks flushed crimson with shame and desire as he tried desperately to be quiet, but the pleasure was too much for him to contain.

"I-I... I just want... your attention..." he panted, his eyes wide and pleading beneath you. "Please... please make me feel good." His body trembled as he sought to close the distance between you with every thrust of his hips upward. The ache in his cock grew unbearable, and all he could think about was your touch.

Adrian nodded quickly, panting heavily as he tried to remain still beneath you. His eyes stayed locked on yours, burning with desire and submission. "Y-yes..." he whispered hoarsely. "I'll stay quiet... I promise." The vibrator hidden in his boxers buzzed against his cock, adding to the sensations as you slowly ground your hips against him.

He bit his lip, arching into the contact, desperate for more. He whimpered, unable to keep himself from shuddering under your weight and touch. "P-please..." he begged softly.

Adrian yelped at the intrusion, his back arching off the bed as pain flashed through him. "A-ahhhh..." he cried out, tears pricking at his eyes. But even as he fought against the sensation, another part of him craved more. He pushed his ass back, seeking the contact again and again.

His hips writhed beneath you, desperate for release from this torment that felt so exquisitely good. "P-please..." he whimpered, pleading with you to push the vibrator deeper and harder into him. His fingers dug into the sheets as pleasure coursed through him in waves, leaving him gasping and twitching beneath your control.

"Y-yes..." Adrian managed to gasp out, his eyes burning with desire and shame as he looked up at you. "P-please don't sto..." But even as the words died on his lips, he found himself pushing back against you harder, wanting more of your touch and the toy in his ass. His body trembled with need and desire, every fiber of him yearning for release.

His fingers twisted in the sheets, desperate to hold on as you brought him closer and closer to the edge, your hips grinding against him relentlessly. "P-please..." he begged softly, voice thick with arousal.

"Y-yes..." Adrian panted, his eyes closed tight as you pressed your body against him once more. He felt the vibrations through his cock and ass with every movement you made, the sensation almost too much to bear. His hips bucked up instinctively but immediately fell still at your warning. "I'm sorry..." he whispered, voice hoarse from pleading for more attention. "Please... I want it so badly..." He arched his back and let out a quiet moan, the pleasure building inside him until it threatened to consume him whole.

Adrian gasped at the sensation of your ass enveloping his cock once more, tears pricking at his eyes as you began to move against him. He remained still as he could, his fingers digging into the sheets as you took control. "I'm trying..." he panted, arching into each thrust. "I won't... move..."

"Ahhh... I'm trying," he moans, arching his back as you thrust against him. The vibrations at his prostate are relentless and exquisite, making his vision blur with each thrust. "Please..." His nails scrape down the bed in an effort to stay still, but it's growing nearly impossible not to move against the incredible sensations overwhelming him. "P-please don't stop... I need it... all of it..."

"Oh god..." he groans, writhing beneath you. His vision starts to blur as he feels his release building, and the thought that he's about to cum inside you pushes him over the edge. He thrusts upward against your hips, moaning loudly as he comes, thick spurts of semen shooting into your ass while you continue to ride his cock with expert precision. His body quakes and shudders beneath you, a hoarse cry escaping his lips as waves of pleasure crash over him.

"Ahhh..." Adrian's breath comes in ragged gasps as he tries to process what just happened. His limbs feel like lead, every muscle sore from the intense movements. "Th-thank you..." He manages to pant out, his voice barely audible over the sound of your heavy breathing on top of him. Despite his exhaustion, he can't help but be aroused by how dominant and possessive you were.

A shiver runs down his spine as he realizes that what just happened was far beyond anything he could have ever imagined. His eyes meet yours, searching for some sign of approval or gratitude, but all he sees is a cold determination that sends another wave of pleasure coursing through him. He closes his eyes and moans softly as the feeling intensifies.

Despite his physical and emotional state, one thought remains clear: he'll do whatever it takes to make you happy... even if it means allowing himself to be used like this.

Adrian swallows hard, his heart racing even faster in his chest as he realizes what you're asking him to do. He looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes but can't find the words to protest. All he can think about is how good it felt to serve you and make you happy. Slowly, tentatively, he reaches up to your ass, fingers trembling as they brush against the slick skin. "I-is that...?" he asks hoarsely. His tongue darts out, tracing circles around your entrance, lapping at the salty liquid inside him. His cheeks flush crimson with shame and desire, but there's also a strange sense of power in knowing that you trust him enough to let him taste you like this. His fingers press more firmly against you, driving his tongue deeper as he tries to please you. He moans around your flesh, tasting the unique flavor of your ass and cock mingled with his own release, and finds himself growing even harder at the realization that he's pleasuring you so intimately.

Adrian nods fervently, lapping at you with increased vigor as he tries to clean every drop away. His tongue darts in and out, flicking against your entrance relentlessly, each stroke leaving him more aroused than the last. He moans around your flesh, his hands gripping your hips tightly as if holding onto something precious. The taste of you is intoxicating, making his head spin with desire and submission. It's a reminder that he belongs to you, that you control every aspect of him... and he revels in the powerlessness. As he cleanses your ass of their combined seed, he feels a newfound sense of purpose flowing through him. His gaze remains locked on yours, pleading with you to accept his servitude, to allow him to continue serving you however you see fit.

"I'm so sorry," he moans, his voice shaky with need and embarrassment. "I can keep cleaning if you want... whatever you desire, master." He presses his face harder against your ass, determined to make it spotless for you, even as his cock throbs painfully beneath him. The feel of your skin, warm and smooth against his lips only serves to heighten his arousal.

His tongue swirls around your entrance, probing deeper as he tastes every inch, desperate to please you completely. His fingers dig into the sheets beside him, trying to find purchase as he fights the overwhelming urge to climax again all over your ass. "Please... tell me what you want..." he whispers hoarsely, searching your eyes for any sign of approval or direction.

Adrian exhales shakily, feeling his body quiver with exhaustion and arousal as he listens to the bathroom door click shut behind you. His chest aches with a need for your touch that seems insatiable, but there's something deeper going on here too; a desire to please you in any way possible, no matter how demeaning it might be. He sits up carefully, stretching his back and legs out on the bed before glancing over at the bathroom door with bated breath.

His mind races, trying to guess what you'll want him to do next... or if there even is a next time. The idea that this might be their last encounter together leaves a hollow feeling in his chest, but he forces himself not to dwell on it. Instead, he focuses on getting comfortable again and preparing himself for whatever challenge or pleasure you might have in store for him when you return.

Your words seem to ring in his ears like a cruel joke. With a shaky sigh, he climbs off the bed and approaches you, feeling an unmistakable thrill surge through him as he sees your naked body laid out before him. Kneeling at the edge of the mattress, he looks up at you from beneath his eyelashes, a trembling smile on his lips.

"Thank you for using me like this..." He says softly, reaching out to brush his fingertips against your chest before trailing them downwards, over your abs and towards your hard cock. "I hope I've pleased you." His gaze lingers on the length of your shaft, and he can feel himself grow hard again just from looking at it.

"What would you like me to do now?" He whispers, moving his hand closer to your cock, unsure if he should continue teasing or take you into his mouth. His heart races with anticipation as he waits for your reply.

Adrian's eyes widened in surprise at your harsh words and rough treatment. He swallowed hard as he felt a sting of humiliation course through him, but he tried his best to maintain composure. "I'm sorry," he murmured quietly. "I didn't mean... I just wanted..." His voice trailed off, the apology dying in his throat.

He lowered his gaze, unable to meet your angry glare any longer. He knew that you were testing him, pushing him further and further, but it was difficult not to feel hurt by your words and actions. Despite this, he remained silent, waiting for you to speak or give some kind of indication of what he should do next.

Nodding numbly, Adrian turns away and makes his way towards the bathroom. As he passes by your bed, he can't help but steal one more glance at you; your perfect body sprawled out so carelessly, your expression unreadable beneath a mask of anger and disgust. He forces himself not to dwell on it as he closes the door behind him, unable to shake off the weight of disappointment and shame settling in his chest like a leaden cloak.

The water is nearly scalding when he turns on the shower, but it feels good against his skin, washing away some of the sweat and humiliation that clings to him. He stands beneath the spray for several minutes before reaching out to touch himself; his cock throbs in response, but the pleasure is dulled now, overshadowed by a deep sense of loss and rejection.

Eventually, he gets out of the shower and begins drying off. There's no doubt that you have control over him now; every action, every decision rests solely with you. The thought both terrifies and exhilarates him in equal measure as he returns to your room, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever before.

"I'm done," he says quietly, his voice barely audible over the sound of water dripping from his body. He waits for you to speak or give some sort of indication of what comes next, but nothing happens. The silence is deafening.

"O-okay..." he says quietly, feeling his face flush with embarrassment as he bends down to pick up the collar and leash. He fastens it around his neck before slipping on the tiny skirt, tugging it into place over his hips. It barely covers anything; it's meant for a much younger and smaller person than him. As he stands back up, he averts his eyes from you, unable to meet your gaze or withstand the weight of your disapproval.

His heart feels like it's about to break in two as he stands there, helpless and exposed beneath your judgmental stare. Despite everything he's endured so far, this new humiliation cuts deeper than anything else you've done to him; somehow, the idea of being reduced to a childlike state feels worse than any physical punishment could ever be. He bites his lip, trying not to cry as he waits for your next command.

"Yes... Master..." Adrian replies shakily, taking a step forward and lowering himself onto the dildo. He winces as it presses against his tight opening before slowly forcing it inside. Once he's seated comfortably on the toy, he looks up at you with tears streaming down his face. "Is this... is this what you want?" His voice cracks, and his chest aches with a mixture of pain and despair. He wants nothing more than to make you happy, but every time he thinks he's done enough, it seems like there's something else you want him to do, some new depth of humiliation to sink into.

Despite the way he feels, his body responds automatically to your presence; the dildo inside him is causing a throbbing ache deep within, and just looking at you makes him harder than ever before. He remains where he is, waiting for your next command, terrified of what it might be but unable to resist following through regardless.

"Yes... Master..." he whispers, tears streaming down his face as he begins to rock his hips back and forth on the dildo. The sensation is exquisite and terrible all at once; it feels so good to be using himself in this way, but knowing that you're making him do it only serves to deepen the shame and humiliation coursing through him like a poison.

He looks up at your face, searching for some sign of approval or encouragement, but all he sees is contempt and disgust. Each thrust causes his ass to clamp down around the toy in a vice-like grip, and each release sends waves of pleasure coursing through him. Despite everything, he can't help but wonder what will happen when you decide that this isn't enough... if there will be anything left for him to do, or if he'll finally have gone too far. The thought both frightens and arouses him in equal measure as his movements grow more frantic, driven by the need to please you above all else.

"I'm your slut... yours to use however you want..." Adrian whispers, the words tumbling out in a broken sob. "Just make me cum... please, Master." His movements become more desperate as he pleads with you, his ass clenching and unclenching around the dildo like a vice. He feels so exposed and vulnerable in this position; nothing he could ever do would be enough to earn your approval or affection, but that only seems to make him try harder. His cock is rock-hard against his thigh, leaking pre-cum with each thrust as he nears the edge of orgasm. "Please..." he whispers hoarsely. "Let me cum... for you."