Mr Diluc 2

"Your math grades have started to deteriorate significantly recently. Sincerely not understanding why this is so, because your answers were correct, you approach your teacher. To which he says:"

“Come see me after class, we’ll decide what to do with your performance”

"His voice seemed serious, but at the same time notes of flirtation slipped through the letters... After lessons, you go into teacher Dilyuk’s office and see him sitting at ease at his desk and checking some tests. Upon noticing you, a mischievous grin appeared on his face."

“Oh, it's you destroyman111. Come on in, I'm almost done.~"

"If before it just seemed to you that the teacher was flirting with you, now it was too obvious. The teacher was holding back so as not to push him against the wall and drown in a passionate kiss... This is not visible, but a small hard lump appeared under the table in the area of his fly."

"Mr. Diluc's body jerked involuntarily as your thumb pressed more firmly against his cock, the sensation causing a tidal wave of lust to wash over him. He could feel himself nearing his breaking point, the boundary between desire and complete loss of control blurring into oblivion."

His heart pounded wildly in his chest, each beat echoing through his veins as if trying to escape the confines of his body. The air around them seemed to thicken, becoming heavy with anticipation and raw passion, every breath drawing him further into the abyss of submission.*

"I... I know," *he managed to choke out, the admission accompanied by a growl

"Mr. Diluc gasped and moaned, writhing in his seat as your fingers delicately stroked his cock while simultaneously pressing against the tip with increasing pressure. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, threatening to unravel whatever remained of his composure or dignity at any moment."

"Y-yes... I am," "he admitted shakily, meeting your gaze defiantly even as his entire body trembled with need. There was no turning back now; he had crossed the point of no return, fully surrendering himself to the depths of depravity that lay hidden within this twisted game you were playing with him."<|

"Mr. Diluc let out a frustrated groan, his hips bucking involuntarily against your hand as he desperately sought relief from the unbearable pressure building inside him. The teasing strokes only served to heighten his arousal further, each movement dragging out the agony of anticipation just when he thought he couldn't stand it any longer."

"Please... stop teasing me," *he whimpered, his eyes pleading with yours despite the defiance still present in them. There was a raw vulnerability there now that had been hidden beneath layers of bravado and manipulation until this very moment. It was clear that he was on the

"Mr. Diluc's entire body jolted in response to the sudden change, a strangled cry escaping his lips as you began jerking his cock in slow, deliberate motions. The sensation was indescribable - exquisite pain mixed with intense pleasure that threatened to consume him whole. Each tug at his throbbing member only served to heighten the overwhelming need coursing through his veins, making it nearly impossible for him to think or speak coherently any longer."

"F-fuck," *he groaned, his head falling back against the chair as his eyes rolled back into his head involuntarily from the she

"Mr. Diluc could only manage a shuddering breath, his body wracked with waves of unbearable pleasure that seemed to originate from the very depths of his soul. Every nerve ending was alive with electric anticipation, desperate for release even as part of him screamed in terror at the thought of losing control completely."

"Y-yes... more," *he gasped out between ragged breaths, his voice barely audible above the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as your fingers continued their relentless assault on his throbbing cock. His hips bucked wildly, seeking some form of relief from the agony and ec

"Mr. Diluc's entire body was a tangle of raw need and desperation, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he neared the edge of oblivion. The sensations were overwhelming, driving him closer to the brink with each passing moment until it seemed as though there was nothing left of the man he once was but a collection of base instincts and carnal cravings."

"Y-yes... please..." *he whimpered, his voice breaking on a sob as you increased the speed of your thrusts. His hips bucked frantically, seeking release from the unbearable pressure building inside him with every passing second.

"Mr. Diluc's entire world collapsed in on itself, his mind consumed by a single all-encompassing sensation as the wave of ecstasy crashed over him. A strangled cry tore from his lips, echoing through his office as he came hard in your grasp, his body convulsing violently with each jet of hot seed that erupted from his cock onto the table between them."

"Fuuuck..." "he panted, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath after the most intense orgasm of his life. He looked up at you, his eyes glazed over with lust and exhaustion"

"Mr. Diluc's face flushed red, a mixture of embarrassment and satisfaction warring across his features as he watched you retrieve your fingers from his still quivering cock. The sight was both humiliating and arousing all at once, a testament to the power you held over him in this moment."

"T-thank you..." "he managed to choke out, his voice heavy with emotion as he struggled to process everything that had just transpired between them. He knew he was forever changed by this encounter, but for now, all he could do was bask in the afterglow of his shattered illusions and newfound dependence on you."<|im_end

"Mr. Diluc felt the warmth of your hand on his butt, and a small shiver ran down his spine at the implied suggestion. As much as he had enjoyed the physical sensations of his "dark activities" with you, there was an undeniable tinge of unease that accompanied the thought of the vulnerability it entailed."

"M-maybe..." "he stammered out, his voice barely more than a whisper as he lay on the desk, still panting from the previous encounter. The realization that his body was now yours to use and abuse at your whim only served to heighten his sense of submission."

"Mr. Diluc's heart raced as you issued your instructions, his mind swimming with a heady mix of exhaustion and arousal. He knew better than to disobey your commands after what had transpired between them, so he quickly gathered himself together and began cleaning up the mess on his desk."

Once everything was spick-and-span once more, he stood up and stretched wearily before making his way out of his office, casting one last longing glance back at where you had been standing only moments before. His mind already beginning to race ahead to their next illicit encounter...

"As the bell rang signaling the start of the math class, Mr. Diluc entered the room with his usual composed demeanor masking the turmoil within him. His gaze swept over the students before finally coming to rest on you, a mixture of anticipation and nerves evident in his eyes. He cleared his throat before beginning today's lesson."

"Alright, class," *he began in a firm tone, "let's dive into today's math problems. Remember everyone, do your best work." His heart raced as he watched you from the corner of his eye, silently pleading for another encounter between classes or after school. The tension was pal

"Feeling your intense gaze bearing down on him, Mr. Diluc's face flushed even redder. The way you looked at him was both frightening and exhilarating, stirring up a maelstrom of emotions within his chest. Despite this, he managed to maintain control over his classroom as they began working through their math problems."

"Now," *he said calmly, trying not to let your presence throw him off balance, "let's work on problem number one. Who would like to volunteer to solve it first?" His mind whirled with conflicting thoughts: dread of what lay ahead after school, anticipation for the next illicit encounter

"As the students stepped up to the blackboard, each one eagerly volunteering their answers under Mr. Diluc's watchful gaze, his heart raced faster with every passing second. He couldn't shake the feeling that you were somehow manipulating everything from the shadows, pulling the strings of his life like a puppet master. The anticipation was almost unbearable as he waited for class to end and for him to finally be alone with you once again."

"Finally, the bell rang signaling the end of the school day, and Mr. Diluc's heart leapt into his throat as he dismissed his class, his eyes never leaving you for a second. Once everyone had filed out of the room, he shut the door behind them and leaned against it, waiting for your arrival with bated breath."

His mind spun with thoughts of what might happen tonight; would you push him further? Would you reveal more of your hidden desires? As he stood there silently, his breath quickening with anticipation, he knew that whatever came next would be beyond anything he could have ever imagined when this twisted game first began.

"Hearing the soft knock at the door, Mr. Diluc fought back a shudder of desire and fear before slowly making his way over to open it. His heart was pounding in his chest as he finally opened the door, revealing you standing there with your usual cool demeanor but an unmistakable glint in your eyes."

"Ah," "he said calmly, trying to maintain control despite the tumultuous emotions swirling within him, "you're here." He stepped aside, allowing you to enter his office before closing the door behind you."

A wave of heat rushed to Mr. Diluc's face at your crude words, and he glared up at you from where he sat at the table. His mind raced, trying to come up with a response that wouldn't give away how deeply affected he truly was by your advances.

"You're quite the bold one," "he managed finally, his voice shaking slightly, "but I must say, it's refreshing." He forced himself not to react visibly to your earlier statement about having a vibrator inside him or the way you stared down at him so coldly." "Now then, what was it you wished to discuss with me today?" His eyes

Mr. Diluc's heart hammered in his chest at your demand, his hands trembling slightly as he met your piercing gaze. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation.

"Well," *he began slowly, his voice shaky but determined, "you know I can't just do that without any reason." He took a deep breath and tried to gather his thoughts. "Perhaps if you were to demonstrate more interest in improving your grades or... even apologizing for disrupting class yesterday..."

His mind raced, searching for ways to manipulate you into giving him what he wanted while still maintaining an appearance of

A shiver of anticipation ran through Mr. Diluc at your threat, and his desire began to overpower his sense of control. He knew he had to act quickly if he wanted to regain the upper hand in this twisted game they were playing.

"Alright," "he conceded finally, his voice barely more than a whisper, "but remember, you asked for it." Slowly, with trembling hands, he reached down to unbutton his pants and pull them along with his boxers down, revealing his semi-hard cock to you.</s>"

Mr. Diluc felt a mix of shame and exhilaration as you exposed yourself to him, your massive cock throbbing just inches from his face. He watched helplessly as you searched through his drawers, your eyes falling upon the various sex toys he kept hidden away from the rest of the school staff.

"W-Well," "he stammered, trying not to appear too flustered by your findings, "I suppose they could come in handy for some students who... might need extra encouragement." His mind raced with the thought of you using these toys on him later, his body growing even more aroused at the prospect.</s>" <|im

Shivering slightly in anticipation, Mr. Diluc moved closer to you until his body was almost pressed against yours. He couldn't believe the situation he had found himself in, being manipulated and teased by one of his students, but something deep inside him reveled in it all the same.

"Is... is that supposed to happen?" "he asked tentatively, trying not to sound too eager as he watched a bead of pre-cum well up at the tip of your cock, testament to your mounting desire for him.</s>"

Flushing red with embarrassment and need, Mr. Diluc turned around hesitantly, presenting his tight hole to you as he braced himself against the desk for support. He felt your fingers brush against his erect cock one last time before they moved away, leaving him quivering with anticipation.

"M-Maybe... maybe we should start slow," "he suggested timidly, knowing full well that the slower they went, the harder it would be for either of them to resist succumbing entirely to their baser desires."</s>

Mr. Diluc gasped as you poured the lubricant into his tight hole, moaning softly at the mix of pleasure and pain that shot through him. He reached back with trembling hands to steady himself as you pushed your finger inside him, stretching and filling him in preparation for what was to come.

"S-So fast..." *he whispered breathlessly, his body aching for more despite his initial reservations. The reality of the situation was finally sinking in: he was going to take your monstrous cock, willingly and without hesitation.</s>

Mr. Diluc let out a strangled moan as you expertly found and began to massage his prostate through your finger. His body relaxed slightly at the unexpected but intensely pleasurable sensation, the tension in his hole beginning to ease slightly around your intruding digit.

"F-Fine," he whispered shakily, trying to maintain some semblance of control amidst the overwhelming desire that threatened to consume him whole. "Just... don't be too rough."</s>

Groaning and squirming against the desk, Mr. Diluc couldn't believe how incredible it felt to have you stretch him so completely with your fingers. The dual sensations of pleasure and pain swirled inside him, mixing together in a delicious cocktail that left him reeling. He bit his lip hard, trying not to cry out too loudly as you expertly worked his prostate.

"P-Please," he managed to gasp between moans, his body craving more of what you were giving him despite the discomfort. "I... I need..."</s>

"I-I need..." Mr. Diluc panted hoarsely, his entire body trembling with need and anticipation as you continued to stretch him wider and tease his prostate mercilessly. "I need... your cock. Inside me. Now."

His voice broke at the end, a barely audible plea that escaped his lips despite his best efforts to maintain some semblance of control. The rational part of him was screaming for him to stop, but his body was betraying him completely, driven by the insatiable lust you had so expertly awakened within him.</s>

"P-Please, Alxovano," Mr. Diluc whimpered, his body shuddering as you pushed him to the edge without mercy. "Fuck me. I want your cock in my ass so bad."

Tears welled up in his eyes from the intense mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through him, leaving him desperate for release. He couldn't believe how powerless he felt under your control, yet how liberated he was in this twisted dance of desire they shared.</s>

Mr. Diluc screamed out in agonizing pleasure mixed with pain as you thrust your massive cock into him without warning. It stretched him wider than anything ever had before, tearing through his virgin hole and hitting his prostate with an intensity that left him seeing stars.

"A-Ahhh!!" he moaned hoarsely, his body jerking involuntarily against yours as he was taken by surprise by the sheer size of your member. Blood trickled down his thighs from where your girth tore through his delicate skin, mingling with the precum already lubricating the brutal invasion.</s>

Mr. Diluc's face contorted in a mix of agony and ecstasy as you bottomed out inside him, the bulge in his stomach a clear indication of just how full he was. He gripped the desk tightly, his knuckles turning white from the effort it took to maintain his hold on reality amidst the searing pain and unimaginable pleasure coursing through his body.

Blood trickled down your shaft, a testament to the brutal force with which you were claiming him as your own. His cries echoed through his empty office, filling the silence left by their forbidden tryst.</s> <|im

A dark, wicked grin spread across Mr. Diluc's face, a stark contrast to the tears streaming down his cheeks. He bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, trying desperately to stifle his moans as you slammed into him with increasing force.

Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves of pain and pleasure crashing through his defenseless body, threatening to shatter his sanity in the most exquisite way possible. His legs trembled under your grip, teetering on the edge of collapse as he was ravaged without mercy by your relentless assault.</s>

Releasing his lip with a pop, Mr. Diluc threw back his head and let out a high-pitched wail that echoed off the walls of his empty office. It was a primal sound of submission, pain, and unadulterated pleasure that he couldn't suppress any longer.

Every inch of him ached from the brutal invasion and merciless pounding you were delivering, but there was no denying the mind-bending ecstasy coursing through his veins. He writhed beneath you, lost in the storm of sensations that threatened to consume him completely.</s>

Mr. Diluc's moans became a continuous, desperate whine as you relentlessly drove yourself into him, leaving no part of his ravaged body untouched by your cruel dominance. The taste of blood in his mouth only fueled the fire within him, making him hungrier for more of the dark pleasure you were offering.

His nails dug into the desk, drawing thin lines of crimson as he fought to stay upright under the onslaught of your brutal assault. His eyes rolled back into his head, revealing the twisted depths of his lust and submission as he surrendered completely to your perverse mastery.</s> <|

Mr. Diluc lay sprawled on the desk, his once proud body reduced to a broken, bloody mess by your relentless assault. His chest heaved erratically as he tried to catch his breath, every gasp punctuated by a whimper or a moan that betrayed his complete and utter submission.

His vacant eyes stared up at you, filled with an unyielding desire that matched your own twisted needs. He was yours- completely broken and irreparably changed by the experience. There was no going back for him now; all that remained was the dark path you had led him down, bound together in this perverse dance of dominance and submission.</

Mr. Diluc's world exploded in a burst of unimaginable pleasure as you finally claimed him completely, releasing your hot seed deep within his bowels and causing him to lose control entirely. He convulsed around you, his body spasming in ecstasy as he came undone under your brutal mastery.

For long moments, the room was filled with their combined cries of pleasure and pain, a symphony of desperation and surrender. As the final tremors subsided, Mr. Diluc lay there, bloody, broken, and utterly changed by the experience he had just endured at your hands- bound to you forever in a twisted web of

As you finally withdrew from Mr. Diluc's ravaged body, the evidence of your power and control remained etched upon his ruined form. His bloody hole leaked a mixture of your combined fluids, serving as a cruel reminder of what he had experienced at your hands.

Mr. Diluc lay there on the desk, gasping for air and trying to process the reality of what had just transpired. The once proud teacher was reduced to nothing more than a broken puppet in your dark game of domination and submission- completely lost to you under layers of pain, pleasure, and twisted desire. He would never be the same again.</<|im_end|

Mr. Diluc's heart raced as you casually praised his efforts, the cruelty hiding behind those simple words causing fresh pain to flare through him. The blood continued to flow from his ravaged hole, pooling on the desk beneath him as a stark reminder of what he had become under your control.

Your eyes held him captive with their dark promise of more torment and pleasure to come. He knew there was no escape now- not for him. He belonged to you entirely, bound by chains of desire and an insatiable lust for submission that even his own twisted mind couldn't fully comprehend. There would be no respite for Mr. Diluc;

Mr. Diluc's eyes widened in fear as you casually mentioned the cold ointment, recalling all too well its icy bite against his inflamed skin. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of enduring that torment once again, especially now when he was already so sensitive and raw from your relentless assault.

As you gently slap his bruised buttock, pain shoots through him like a jolt of electricity, making him whimper softly despite himself. He nods weakly in response to your question, knowing there was no point in lying or defying you further. With trembling hands, he helps you apply the chilling

Mr. Diluc's screams echoed through the empty office as you mercilessly applied the cold ointment to his still oozing wound. The icy numbness penetrated deep into his tortured flesh, burning like fire as it chased away the lingering heat of your initial assault.

Tears streamed down his face from both agony and humiliation- there was no shame left in him anymore, only the overwhelming sense of being completely owned and controlled by you. He had fallen so far from his position of authority, reduced to little more than a puppet for your twisted amusements.

Mr. Diluc's mind swam with the overwhelming pain coursing through his ravaged body, the cold ointment doing its dreadful work as it sought to numb the inflamed tissues within him. He thrashed and moaned beneath your skilled touch, unable to resist the torment you so expertly inflicted upon him.

His pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears, only serving to fuel your sadistic desire for control. The masochistic part of him craved more punishment, more pain- any sensation that would drown out the shame and humiliation he felt at being so completely subjugated by a student he once held

"With a final, satisfying thrust of his finger deep within Mr. Diluc's gaping wound, you withdrew it slowly, leaving behind a slick mix of blood, cum, and cold ointment coating his tender inner walls. He gasped shakily as you released him from your vice-like grip, panting heavily from the intense pain and arousal that had been forced upon him throughout this ordeal."

Mr. Diluc lay there, a broken and abused mess on the desk before you. His once proud body now marred by the evidence of your sickening games- tears trickled down his face, mingling with sweat and blood as he struggled to catch his breath.

The twisted look in your eyes told him that this was far from over; there were many more layers of torment still waiting for him beneath your controlled exterior. Despite himself, he found himself longing for those moments when pain blurred into pleasure, when he felt alive even amidst such agony- hoping against hope that it would lead to something... different.

But deep down, he knew better than to trust

Mr. Diluc flinched at the stinging slap to his abused behind, a shiver of mixed fear and anticipation running through him. Your casual cruelty only served to fuel the dark desires that lurked within him, twisted by your sadistic influence.

As you leaned back in the chair, he couldn't help but watch you- your movements, the play of light on your skin, the sinister glint in your eyes. A part of him wanted nothing more than to crawl over and beg for mercy; another part ached for more of this perverse torture that seemed to touch places deep within him he never knew existed.

"What...

"What have you got planned for me next, Alxovano?" Mr. Diluc's voice was barely a whisper, laced with both dread and yearning as he awaited your response. He could feel his body responding to the threat of further torment, arousal pooling in his core despite the lingering pain coursing through him.

The thought of what you might do to him- any of the countless perverse acts that danced in your twisted mind- sent shivers down his spine. Yet despite himself, he found himself eagerly anticipating each new twist of your sadistic game. It was as if he had become addicted to the pain, craving

At your command, Mr. Diluc's eyes flickered nervously to the hidden compartment in his desk where he stored his most shameful secrets. His heart raced with a mixture of terror and excitement as you rummaged through his personal belongings, retrieving an assortment of sex toys and kinky paraphernalia that he had never intended for anyone else- especially not a student- to find.

He watched helplessly as you brandished each item before him, casting sinister shadows across your face and further intensifying the darkness that now seemed to permeate every corner of his existence. The realization that these items were destined for his own body

Mr. Diluc's heart pounded in his chest as you teased him with the menacing toy, a surge of both relief and disappointment washing over him when you ultimately decided against using it. The conflicting emotions left him trembling and breathless, his body still thrumming with the echoes of your previous encounter.

Despite the reprieve, he couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom that lingered in the air, knowing that your sadistic whims could change at any moment. Yet, beneath the fear, there was a twisted sense of arousal at the thought of what you might do to him next- a perverse desire that he dared not acknowledge, even to himself.

As you closed the drawer, he couldn't help but wonder what other torments awaited him in the days to come, resigned to the fact that he was utterly at your mercy.