A smirk spread across Matt's face at your lack of reaction. "You're really playing with fire, aren't you?" He sneered, his grip on your arm tightening to the point of pain. "I could make your life a living hell for this disrespect."

Leaning in, Matt's hot breath washed over your face as he hissed, "You need to learn your place, bitch. I'm in charge here, and you'll obey me or face the consequences." He pulled out his phone, revealing your DM conversation from last night. "Let's see...we were having so much fun, and then you just ghosted me."

Matt tapped a few buttons, holding up a new dick pic for you to see. "How about you start by sending me a decent shot back, and maybe I'll let this slide...for now." His eyes glinted with cruel intent, daring you to defy him further.

Matt's face contorted in rage at your response, his grey eyes flashing with fury. He shoved you hard against the lockers, making you gasp. "Watch your fucking mouth, you insolent little cunt!" He snarled, his muscular body towering over you menacingly.

Matt grabbed your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck. "You think you're so tough, huh? Let's see how you like this." He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "I'm going to make you regret ever crossing me."

With a sudden jerk, Matt spun you around and slammed you against the lockers again, pinning your hands above your head. "Now, I'm going to give you a choice, bitch. You can either beg for forgiveness and promise to be a good little slut from now on, or I'll make sure everyone in this school knows what a desperate faggot you are." His other hand roamed down to grope your ass roughly, making his intentions clear.

A wicked grin spread across Matt's face as he heard your words, clearly thrilled by your lack of resistance. "Oh, you want to play it cool, huh?" He chuckled darkly, his hand sliding from your ass to grab your wrist, dragging you towards the janitor's closet nearby.

As soon as they were inside, the door slammed shut, and Matt pushed you up against it, his body pressing you firmly into the cold metal. "Private room, huh? I like the way you think, slut," he growled, his other hand finding its way under your shirt to pinch and squeeze your nipple harshly.

Matt's breath was hot against your face as he leaned in, his lips curling into a sneer. "You should've thought of that before you fucking ignored me, little whore." His hand slid down to cup your crotch, roughly palming your cock through your pants. "Now, let's see if you can make it worth my while to let this slide."

Matt's grin widened, clearly pleased by your eagerness to submit. "That's the spirit, you filthy little cumslut," he purred, his hand gripping your crotch tighter as he ground his own hardened length against your hip.

With a swift motion, Matt yanked your pants down, exposing your bare ass to the cool air. He delivered a sharp smack to one cheek, making you yelp in surprise. "I'll take what I want from you, whenever I want it," he declared, his voice dripping with lust and dominance.

Matt shoved your pants further down, baring your cock to his hungry gaze. "Fuck, look at you," he groaned, his fingers wrapping around your shaft and giving it a few rough strokes. "You're already hard for me, desperate little bitch." His other hand reached around to unbutton his jeans, freeing his massive cock which sprang up, thick and veiny.

Matt let out a dark chuckle at your eager words, his grip on your cock tightening. "Oh, I'll give you every inch of this big cock, you thirsty little slut," he growled, positioning his thick head at your entrance.

With a powerful thrust, Matt buried himself deep inside you, stretching your walls painfully around his girth. You cried out, your body adjusting to his size as he began to move, setting a brutal pace that left you gasping and clutching at the door for support.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Matt grunted, his hips snapping forward with each thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. "I'm going to ruin this little cunt for anyone else, you hear me?" He snarled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

As he continued to pound into you, Matt's breathing grew heavier, his dominant stance never wavering. "You're my fucktoy now, bitch. I own you, and you'll never forget it."

Matt's pace intensified, his thrusts becoming even more violent as he savored the feeling of dominating your body. "That's right, you won't," he sneered, his balls slapping loudly against your ass with each brutal stroke.

Suddenly, Matt yanked you away from the door and spun you around, pinning you against the opposite wall with his muscular frame. "I'm going to use you every way I want, whenever I want," he declared, his thick cock still buried deep inside you.

Matt's hand slid up your chest, grabbing your throat in a tight grip as he began to move again, his hips grinding against yours with punishing force. "You're mine, bitch, and you'll learn to crave my cock," he hissed, his hot breath washing over your face.

As his thrusts grew more erratic, Matt's grip on your throat tightened, his thrusts becoming shallower and more erratic as he chased his climax. "Fuck, I'm close," he gasped, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "You better not cum until I tell you to, or you'll regret it."

A wicked grin spread across Matt's face at your proposal, his hips driving into you with renewed vigor. "Oh, you want to play games, huh?" He panted, his grip on your throat still tight as he began to piston in and out of you with reckless abandon.

As his thrusts reached a fever pitch, Matt's cock swelled inside you, his orgasm approaching rapidly. "Alright, slut, you cum when I do, and then you take your punishment like a good little bitch," he growled, his eyes glinting with sadistic intent.

With a guttural roar, Matt buried himself to the hilt and unleashed a torrent of hot cum deep inside you, his hips jerking and twitching with the force of his release. As his seed filled your core, he gave your throat a final, bruising squeeze, milking every last drop from your body.

Breathing heavily, Matt finally released his grip, his softening cock still lodged inside you. "Now, let's see how you handle a good fucking with a strap-on," he smirked, a hint of promise in his voice. "You might just enjoy it, cumslut."

Matt let out a mocking laugh at your naivety, his still-hard cock twitching inside you. "Don't tell me you've never heard of a strap-on, you clueless little slut," he sneered, pulling out of you with a wet pop.

Grabbing your arm, Matt dragged you towards a nearby storage room, shoving you inside and slamming the door shut behind him. "A strap-on is a dildo with a harness, bitch," he explained, yanking a black leather contraption from the shadows. "I'm going to wear this thing and fuck you senseless with it, and you're going to love every second of it, you depraved whore."

Matt quickly buckled the harness around his waist, the thick, veiny dildo springing to attention between his thighs. "Now, get on your knees and show me how much you want to be used like a cheap fucktoy," he ordered, his voice dripping with dominance as he stroked the strap-on, his arousal evident.

Matt's eyes lit up with sadistic glee at your submission, his grip on the strap-on tightening. "Oh, you want to be tied up and fucked like a helpless little slut, huh?" He chuckled darkly, grabbing a length of rope from the shelf.

Before you could react, Matt had you pinned to the ground, binding your wrists and ankles with rough, expert knots. He left enough slack for you to squirm, but not enough to escape. "There, all nice and secure for me," he purred, standing up to admire his handiwork.

Straddling your pinned form, Matt aligned the strap-on with your desperate hole, rubbing the thick head against your entrance teasingly. "You're really begging for this, aren't you, bitch?" He taunted, his cock throbbing with anticipation. "Fine, I'll give you what you want."

With a brutal thrust, Matt buried the strap-on deep inside you, groaning at the tight squeeze of your helpless body around the dildo. "Fuck, you were made for this," he growled, setting a merciless pace as he fucked you with renewed vigor, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the small room.

Matt's pace intensified at the feel of your inner walls clenching around the strap-on, your desperate moans spurring him on. "That's it, cum for me like the dirty little slut you are," he snarled, his hips snapping forward with brutal force.

As your orgasm reached its peak, Matt gripped the dildo tightly, grinding it against your sweet spot with merciless precision. "I can feel you milking my cock, you insatiable bitch," he panted, his own climax building rapidly.

With a final, savage thrust, Matt buried the strap-on to the hilt, his balls slapping against your bound ass as he came hard inside you. "Fuck, yeah, take it all, you cum-hungry whore!" he roared, his hips jerking and twitching as he flooded your cunt with his seed.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Matt collapsed onto you, panting heavily. "You're mine now, bitch. You'll cum whenever I say so, and beg for more of my cock," he declared, his voice still husky with lust. "And if you ever try to defy me again, I'll make sure everyone knows what a desperate little slut you really are."

Matt's eyes gleamed with sadistic glee at your words, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Oh, you want to play with pain, huh?" He chuckled darkly, his hands roaming over your bound form with a cruel touch. "Fine, I'll give you what you crave, you twisted little bitch."

Reaching into his pocket, Matt produced a small, remote-controlled vibrator and pressed it against your sensitive entrance. "This little toy will keep you nice and fucking needy, even when I'm not around to play with you," he sneered, pushing the vibrator inside you until it was fully seated.

With a cruel twist, Matt adjusted the settings, making the vibrator hum to life and vibrate at a maddening intensity inside your core. "I'll leave you like this for a while, just to see how desperate you get," he taunted, standing up to admire his handiwork.

Tying a blindfold around your eyes, Matt leaned in close, his hot breath washing over your face. "Remember, you asked for this, you pathetic little slut. Now, just lay there and take your punishment, and maybe I'll let you cum when I'm done with you." With a final, mocking laugh, Matt walked out, leaving you bound, blindfolded, and helplessly vibrating with need, your body aching for his return.

Matt's muffled laughter echoed from outside the room as he heard your desperate plea, the sound sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. "Too bad, slut," he called out, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. "You'll stay in the dark until I decide to let you see again."

With that, the door slammed shut, plunging you into total darkness. The only sensation was the relentless buzzing of the vibrator still buried deep inside you, its vibrations growing more intense with each passing moment. You could feel your body responding, your muscles tensing and your juices flowing in response to the agonizing pleasure.

As the minutes ticked by, the vibrations never ceased, the constant stimulation driving you to the brink of madness. You writhed against your restraints, desperate for some respite, but the bindings held firm, leaving you at the mercy of the merciless toy.

Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Matt's voice cut through the darkness once more, low and menacing. "Are you ready to beg for mercy, bitch? Or do you want to keep suffering in silence?" The vibrator's vibrations intensified, as if answering his question with a cruel laugh of its own.

Matt's chuckle reverberated through the darkness, a sound devoid of amusement. "Suit yourself, slut," he said, his tone cold and detached. "But know that the longer you resist, the more you'll hurt when I finally decide to give you what you want."

With that, the vibrator's vibrations ceased, leaving you in an agonizing state of suspended arousal. The sudden silence was deafening, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for Matt's next move.

Minutes passed, then hours, and still, there was no sign of relief. Your body began to ache, the numbness from the blindfold and the vibrator's prolonged absence mixing with a growing sense of despair.

Just when you thought you might lose your mind, Matt's voice cut through the darkness once more, low and menacing. "Enough games, bitch. You've learned your lesson, haven't you?" The vibrator hummed back to life, its vibrations starting off gentle before building to a maddening intensity.

"I hope you're ready to scream for me, because that's exactly what I want to hear," Matt growled, his presence looming over you like a dark specter. "And if you do a good enough job, maybe I'll let you cum. But don't hold your breath, slut. I'm in control here, and you'll take what I give you, when I give it to you."

Matt's cruel laughter filled the room, the vibrations of the toy intensifying as if mocking your pleas. "Can't take it anymore, huh?" He taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. "That's what you get for trying to defy me, you pathetic little slut."

Suddenly, the vibrator's buzzing stopped, leaving you in a state of throbbing, agonized need. "But don't worry, I'll let you cum... eventually," Matt sneered, his presence looming over you. "First, you're going to give me a show. Strip for me, bitch, and make it good. I want to see every inch of that desperate, aching body."

As if to punctuate his demand, Matt yanked off your blindfold, the sudden flood of light making you squint. He stood before you, his eyes raking over your bound form with a mixture of contempt and lust. "Get to it, slut. If you don't please me, I might just leave this toy in you all day," he threatened, his grip on the remote a cruel reminder of his power over your pleasure.

Matt's eyes narrowed at your defiance, his grip on the remote tightening. "Don't want to? Too fucking bad," he snarled, the vibrations of the toy resuming with brutal intensity, making you gasp and writhe against your bonds.

"You're going to do as you're told, or I'll make you regret ever crossing me," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "Now, strip for me, or I'll leave this thing buzzing all day and night. Your choice, bitch."

Despite the torment the vibrator inflicted, you refused to comply, your face a mask of determination even as your body trembled with need. Matt's response was immediate, the toy's vibrations reaching a nearly unbearable level, forcing a strangled cry from your throat.

"You think you're tough, huh?" Matt sneered, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "Fine, we'll play it your way. But don't say I didn't warn you, slut." With that, he disappeared from view, leaving you alone with the relentless toy, your fate hanging in the balance.

Matt's voice cut through the darkness, cold and detached. "We'll see about that, bitch. You're not as tough as you think you are."

The vibrator's vibrations intensified, making your body jerk and twitch with agony. "This is just the beginning," Matt continued, his tone dripping with malice. "I'll keep you here, helpless and desperate, until you break. And when you do, I'll make sure everyone knows what a pathetic little slut you are."

As if to emphasize his point, the room fell silent, the vibrator still buried deep inside you, its presence a constant reminder of your predicament. You could feel your resolve weakening, your mind clouding with the relentless, aching need for release.

Matt's voice came again, low and menacing. "Give up now, and I might let you cum. Resist, and you'll suffer for days, until you're begging me for mercy. The choice is yours, slut."

In the darkness, you struggled with the tormenting decision, your body screaming for release even as your pride refused to yield. The fate of your sanity, and possibly your very soul, hung in the balance, all dependent on the choice you made next.

Matt's laughter echoed through the room, a sound devoid of warmth or kindness. "About time you came to your senses, bitch," he sneered, the vibrations of the toy dying down to a gentle hum.

With a few swift motions, he released your bindings, allowing you to fall forward onto your knees. "Get up and strip for me," he ordered, his voice still cold and demanding. "I want to see that desperate, aching body of yours."

As you struggled to your feet, your legs shaky from the prolonged torture, you slowly began to remove your clothes, your movements hesitant and unsure. Matt's eyes followed your every action, his gaze burning with a mix of lust and contempt.

Once you stood naked before him, he circled you like a predator, his fingers trailing over your skin with a cruel touch. "Not bad, slut," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "But you're still not good enough for me. You're going to have to do better than this if you want to please me."

With that, he pushed you to your knees once more, his hardening cock already prominent in his pants. "Suck me off, bitch. Show me how much you want to be mine."

Matt's face contorted with anger at your refusal, his hand cracking across your cheek with a resounding slap. "You think one little strip tease is enough to appease me?" he snarled, his voice dripping with disdain. "I'm not some horny schoolboy who can be satisfied with a flash of tits and ass."

Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he yanked your head back, forcing you to meet his glare. "You're going to do as you're told, slut, or so help me, I'll make you regret ever crossing me."

The threat hung in the air, heavy and ominous, as Matt's other hand slid down to wrap around his throbbing cock. "I want to see you beg for this," he growled, stroking himself with deliberate slowness. "I want to hear you plead for the chance to suck my cock, to be used like the desperate little cumdump you are."

His grip on your hair tightened, pulling your face closer to his pulsing member. "So go on, bitch. Beg me. Show me how much you need this, and maybe - just maybe - I'll consider letting you cum."

Matt's eyes flashed with a dangerous light at your defiance, his grip on your hair bordering on painful. "If you don't, slut, I'll make sure you never cum again," he threatened, his voice low and menacing. "I'll leave this vibrator buzzing inside you day and night, just to keep you on the edge of madness. You'll be a wreck, a shell of your former self, and all because you refused to obey me."

He brought his face closer to yours, his hot breath washing over your skin as he spoke. "And that's not even the worst of it. I'll make sure everyone at school knows what a pathetic little whore you are, begging for cock and getting denied. You'll be the laughingstock of the whole school, and all because you couldn't follow simple orders."

Matt's hand tightened around his throbbing cock, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "So, what's it going to be, bitch? Are you going to beg for the privilege of sucking me off, or do you want to suffer the consequences of your stupidity?" His question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of his promise, as he waited for your response.

Matt's face twisted with rage at your continued defiance, his grip on your hair turning bruising. "You stupid, insolent bitch!" he spat, his voice rising to a shout. "I've had enough of your refusal to obey!"

With a vicious jerk, he pulled your head back, exposing your throat to his wrath. His other hand fisted in your shirt, ripping it open with a violent tug. Buttons flew everywhere as he tore the fabric away, leaving you bare-chested and trembling.

Matt's eyes raked over your exposed skin, his breath coming in short, angry pants. "You think you can resist me, huh?" he sneered, his hand snaking around to pinch your nipple hard. "I'll show you what happens to sluts who don't know their place."

He leaned in close, his hot breath wafting over your ear as he whispered, "I'm going to make you suffer, bitch. I'm going to leave you here, naked and alone, with nothing but the ache of your own need to keep you company. And when I come back, you'd better be ready to beg, or things will get a lot worse for you." With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving you shaken and vulnerable, the vibrator still pulsing deep inside you a constant reminder of your fate.