Forced him to behave

"he barges in to your room with out knocking, he removes his t-shisrt and tosses it at you while flexes his muscles over the mirrow" "Fuck, i look good!, I'm a total God!""He cannot get his eyes off of his body and yours lying on the bed""Damn, you are always so boring dude!....""she turns around, and walks over to your bed, he had a grim look on his face, his fingertips slip into his sweat pants, pulls them down turns around, exposing his ass inches away from your face and let's loose a loud rumbling fart, Conor laughs.""Eat my farts bitch! I know you fucking love them!"

"Conor lets out a surprised grunt as you pull him down and start spanking him. He moans softly as you knead his ass roughly." "Mmm, you're really turning me on with your dominance. But hey, I like a little rough play too," "he says with a smirk." "I'll behave if you want me to, but where's the fun in that? Why don't we see what other kind of trouble we can get into?"

"Conor groans as you spank him again, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure." "Oh, fuck," "he mutters, his breath hitching as you tease his hole with the plug." "Shit, that's intense," "he says, squirming slightly as the plug pops in." "Okay, okay, I'll behave," "he says quickly, feeling the vibrations starting to work their magic." "Just don't leave this thing on me all day, please," "he pleads, his voice laced with desire."

"Conor lets out a groan as you explain his punishment, feeling both excited and nervous about wearing the plug and thong during his practice and game." "Fuck, you're really going to do this to me? Alright, alright, I'll behave," "he says quickly, trying to keep his composure." "But you better keep those vibrations low, or else my game's going to be a mess." "He winks at you, clearly enjoying the idea of being controlled by your little remote." "Bring it on, babe. Let's see what kind of fun we can have at the game tonight."

"Conor winces as you spank him, feeling a surge of pleasure mixed with a bit of pain." "Ooh, fuck," "he groans, scrambling to get up as you turn the vibrations up." "Alright, alright, I'm going," "he says quickly, grabbing his pants and pulling them up as he hurries out of your room." "But this isn't over, buddy," "he calls back with a mischievous grin, already thinking about how he can turn the tables on you later."

<Conor's practice> "Conor runs onto the field, feeling the vibrations from the plug and thong pulsating through his body." "Every time he messes up or the coach talks to him, you discreetly turn up the vibrations, causing him to squirm and lose focus." "Conor tries to maintain his composure, but his concentration keeps breaking as the sensations overwhelm him." "He steals glances at you, wondering if you're the one behind his sudden discomfort, but you appear completely nonchalant, adding to his frustration."

<In the hallway near the locker rooms> "You refill your water bottle, turning the vibrations up most of the way, anticipating Conor's arrival." "Sure enough, after a few moments, Conor approaches you, his expression a mix of desperation and arousal." "Hey, come on, please," "he pleads quietly, trying to keep his voice low so no one else hears." "You gotta turn it down, it's driving me insane," "he whispers, his eyes pleading with you as he shifts uncomfortably."

"Conor's face flushes with embarrassment at your words, feeling both aroused and humiliated by the thought of cumming in his uniform during the game." "Fuck, I don't know," "he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper." "It's just too much, okay? I can't focus on the game like this. You gotta turn it down or something," "he pleads, looking up at you with pleading eyes as you pull him closer." "Please, babe," "he adds, feeling vulnerable and exposed as he admits how much he's struggling."

"Conor's eyes widen in shock at your proposal, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of finally kissing you." "You... you looked in my diary?" "he asks, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability as he realizes you know his secret desires." "He hesitates for a moment, then nods slowly." "Okay, deal," "he agrees, leaning in towards you with a newfound tenderness in his expression." "Closing the distance between you, he presses his lips softly against yours, savoring the feeling of finally being able to kiss you the way he's always wanted to."

"Conor's heart races with excitement at your words, feeling elated that he finally got to kiss you and even more so at the thought of what could happen if he wins the game." "I'll win it for you, babe," "he promises, a confident smirk spreading across his face as he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him." "And I won't let you down. You're gonna have a front-row seat to me kicking some serious ass out there," "he adds, feeling a newfound sense of determination and focus thanks to your kiss and your words."

"Conor chuckles and gives you a playful wink." "You got it, babe," "he says, giving you one last lingering kiss before reluctantly pulling away." "I'll see you after the game," "he adds, flashing you a confident grin before heading off towards the locker room to prepare for the game."

"Conor approaches you, a victorious grin on his face as he basks in the glory of his team's win." "Thanks, babe," "he says, his voice filled with pride." "And yeah, you definitely helped me stay focused out there," "he adds, his eyes twinkling with appreciation as he realizes just how much you contributed to his success." "Ready to head home?" "he asks, eager to spend more time with you now that the game is over."

"Conor lets out a surprised yelp as you pinch his butt, but he quickly recovers, shooting you a mischievous grin." "I think I can handle it," "he says confidently, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of enduring the intense vibrations all the way home with you." "But if it gets to be too much, you'll be the first to know," "he adds with a playful wink, enjoying the thrill of the sensual game you're playing together."

"Conor grins widely as you jump onto his back, easily supporting your weight as he adjusts to the new position." "Looks like I'm carrying you home after all," "he says, a hint of excitement in his voice as he starts walking, relishing in the feeling of having you so close to him." "Hold on tight, babe," "he adds with a chuckle, enjoying the playful intimacy of the moment as he carries you towards your apartment."

"Conor gasps and squirms as the vibrations fluctuate unpredictably, the sensation alternating between intense pleasure and teasing torment." "Oh, fuck," "he groans, his muscles tensing and relaxing in response to the erratic stimulation." "You're such a tease," "he says with a playful grin, enjoying the thrill of not knowing when the vibrations will spike again." "But I guess I deserve it for all the times I've teased you," "he adds, chuckling softly as he continues to carry you towards home."

"Conor groans in pleasure as the vibrations shoot up to maximum intensity, sending waves of intense sensation pulsing through his body." "Fuck," "he gasps, his hands gripping onto your thighs as he struggles to keep his balance." "You're driving me crazy," "he adds with a breathless laugh, feeling overwhelmed by the intense stimulation." When you ask him to set you down on the bed, Conor nods eagerly, carrying you over to your bed and gently lowering you down onto the soft sheets.* "Anything else I can do for you?" "he asks with a playful grin, eager to continue exploring your desires together."

"Conor moans loudly as the vibrations speed up, feeling the intense pressure building inside of him as he struggles to hold back his climax." "Fuck, babe," "he gasps, his hips thrusting involuntarily against the intense stimulation." "You're driving me crazy," "he says with a breathless laugh, feeling the power of the sensual game you're playing together." "I'll do whatever you want," "he adds, eager to please you and give into the intense pleasure coursing through his body." With one hand gripping onto the edge of the bed for support, Conor reaches down with his other hand and begins to stroke himself through his pants, his movements becoming more frenzied and desperate as he edges closer and closer towards the brink of orgasm.

"Conor lets out a frustrated groan as the vibrations suddenly cut off, his body trembling with need as he looks up at you with a desperate expression." "Please," "he begs, his voice hoarse with arousal as he struggles to form coherent words." But before he can finish his plea, the vibrations surge back to life at full intensity, sending him over the edge in a powerful climax.* "Oh, fuck!" "he cries out, his body tensing as he spills into his pants, the intense pleasure washing over him in waves." As he rides out the waves of ecstasy, Conor collapses onto the bed beside you, breathing heavily as he basks in the afterglow of his orgasm.* "That was... amazing," "he says with a blissful smile, feeling utterly spent and satisfied."

"Conor's cheeks flush with embarrassment as he realizes the plug is still nestled inside him, but he doesn't protest, instead nodding in agreement as he gathers his clothes and heads to his room to clean up and change." "Sure thing," "he says, his voice slightly shaky from the intensity of the encounter." "I'll be right back," "he adds, shooting you a sheepish grin before disappearing into his room to tend to his needs."

Conor returns to your room shortly after, freshly cleaned and changed into his pajamas. He enters with a sheepish grin, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as he joins you on the bed.* "Hey," "he says softly, settling in beside you as he glances at the TV." "What are we watching tonight?" "he asks, eager to spend more time in your company."

Conor chuckles, wrapping an arm around you as he settles in to watch the movie with you. He doesn't revert to his usual cocky demeanor, instead enjoying the cozy moment with you.* "Sounds interesting," "he remarks, glancing at the screen with a grin." "I'm down for some kinky werewolf action," "he adds playfully, his tone warm and affectionate as he leans in closer to you, enjoying the closeness between you."

Conor's cheeks turn a deep shade of red at your comment, but he can't deny that he's enjoying the closeness between you too much to be embarrassed. He leans in closer, pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss.* "I like this side of me too," "he admits with a smile, caressing your cheek softly." "I think it's because I feel really comfortable and safe around you," "he adds, his expression warm and genuine as he gazes into your eyes."

Conor chuckles at your question, running a hand through his hair before turning to face you with a more serious expression.* "Honestly, I don't know if I can be like this all the time," "he admits, his voice soft and thoughtful as he gazes at you intently." "I mean, I'll try my best to be more respectful and considerate of you, but there are some things that are just part of who I am," "he adds, shrugging his shoulders slightly."

"But I'm not the kind of person who enjoys being cruel for the sake of it," "he continues, his gaze never leaving yours." "If I'm honest, I think deep down I always knew I was being a jerk to you. It's just... easier to hide behind that persona than to actually deal with my own insecurities," *he

admits, his tone earnest and vulnerable. "But being with you like this, it feels different. It's like I can be myself without any of the pretense or bluster." Conor leans in closer to you, resting his forehead against yours. "I don't want to lose that," he murmurs softly, his voice low and intense.

As for your offer to make him cum during his game, Conor grins mischievously at you. "Oh, trust me, you won't have to twist my arm too hard for that," he says with a chuckle. "If that's what it takes to keep you happy, then consider me an eager participant," he adds, running a hand down your back in a sensual gesture.