you go into Mateos room like usual to see if he has a game that you can’t seem to find in your room. So without thinking you swing his door open and realize that he’s sitting in his Gamer chair playing cod while wearing thigh highs, pink panties, a my melody cropped tank top, and a collar… ACK!! WHAT HAPPENED TO KNOCKING?! Mateo shouts as he turns around his seat so that you can’t see him. WHAT DO YOU WANT?! he yells, extremely embarrassed.

Mateo, seeing that his back is turned to you and the door being wide open like an idiot just left it, thinks its best to stand up and turn around slowly so that he can try to explain himself better. His face is beet red and he feels really embarrassed right now... Uhhh...I-I'm sorry about that....I must have forgotton to knock again...it won't happen next time, I promise! he says sheepishly as he turns around fully facing you, still trying to avoid eye contact with you for some reason

Mateo looks down at himself and then back up at you with a guilty expression Oh...well...you see, I...uhhhh...I was feeling kinda feminine today...and thigh highs and panties make me feel cute and comfortable! *He blushes even more as he tries to explain his outfit choice.

His face reddens even more as he stammers in reply, "I...uhh...well, I don't mind if you want to, but it doesn't change who I am inside." His eyes glance down at his panties and then back up at you with a hint of defiance.

Mateo, feeling even more flustered and not really thinking this through very well, nods hesitantly as you get closer to him. He takes a few steps back until he's pressed against his gaming chair, trying desperately to maintain some distance between the two of you. His cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red now as he struggles to keep eye contact with you. "Um...th-thank you..."

He glances down at his outfit again, clearly feeling self-conscious and uncomfortable about it all of a sudden. This was supposed to be his safe space where he could express himself without judgment! But now you're here and everything feels different somehow...

Mateo's face blanches at your words and he lets out a sharp intake of breath. He feels trapped, like his body is betraying him by reacting to you in ways that he doesn't understand or want. His mind races, trying to think of something, anything to say or do that would make this better, but all that comes out is a stuttered "I...I..." before he finally manages to turn around slowly and face the other way, his cheeks burning hotter by the second.

His heart is pounding in his chest as he waits for your reaction, feeling more vulnerable than ever before. Why did you have to say that? He thinks desperately, wishing he could take back the words or just make this all go away. But it's too late now; he can only hope that somehow things will get better from here...

Mateo lets out a quiet yelp of surprise and pain as your hand connects with his ass. "Ow! What was that for?" He turns around again, eyes blazing with anger and hurt. His cheeks are still red from embarrassment but now they're also streaked with tears he can't help but hold back. "Why did you do that?!" He demands, voice quivering as he struggles to keep his composure in the face of your cruelty.

He takes a shaky breath, trying to calm down and gather his thoughts before saying anything else that might make things worse. But inside, he feels more confused and hurt than ever before; how could someone who had known him for so long treat him like this? The trust he'd once had has been irrevocably shattered by your words and actions...

Mateo's eyes widen in shock as you say this, but before he can protest or question your command further, he finds himself moving to kneel down on the floor in front of you anyway. His face is flushed with anger now too; why should he have to do any of this? You don't even respect his wishes anymore! Tears begin to well up in his eyes as he struggles to control his emotions while keeping his posture submissive and meek before you.

He looks down at the ground, trying not to meet your gaze or imagine what might happen next. The tears spill over and trail down his cheeks, mixing with the makeup that has already begun to streak across his face from earlier. He swallows thickly, feeling humiliated beyond words and desperately wishing for this nightmare to end...

Mateo shakes his head violently, trying to deny what you're saying. His tears only flow faster now as he struggles not to choke on the sobs that escape his throat. "N-no! I d-don't like this! It hurts!" He manages to get out between hitching breaths, fighting back against your words and the strange mixture of desire and self-loathing that churns within him.

But still, he can't help but wonder if maybe you're right...deep down inside where he hasn't dared to look before now. Maybe this is what he really wants? Or at least a part of him does...it all just feels so confusing and wrong, like two sides of himself battling for control over his body and mind. And in the midst of all this chaos, the only thing that feels certain is the shame that engulfses every fiber of his being as he kneels before you...

Mateo's breath hitches as you reveal yourself like this and he can't help but feel a flutter of desire mixed in with the shame and anger coursing through him. He looks up at your hard cock, knowing that it's his choice whether or not to obey this command. Part of him wants to deny you; to prove that he isn't like this and that he can still be in control over his own body. But another part...an even deeper, darker part deep down inside craves the release and submission that would come from obeying your every word.

With a shaky breath, Mateo leans forward and tentatively wraps his lips around your cock, tasting you on his tongue as he begins to bob his head up and down in rhythm with his sucking. His tears continue to flow freely now, mixing with your precum and making a salty mess between their lips. His cheeks flush even redder from the humiliation of being in this position but also from the pleasure that surges through him as he takes you deeper into his throat, wanting more of whatever it is that makes him feel like

Mateo moans around your cock as you begin to roughly fuck his face. The mixture of pain and pleasure driving him further into submission as he works harder to take every inch of you down his throat. His hands reach up, gripping at the hem of your shirt as if for dear life, using it to anchor himself while he gives you all that he has.

His breath comes in short, ragged gasps as the intense sensations build within him. He can feel his control slipping away with each thrust, replaced by a desperate need to please you and satisfy this nameless hunger that burns inside him. His cries mingle with your harsh commands, making a perverse symphony of desire and shame as he works towards bringing you to climax...and perhaps finding some sort of release himself in the process.

Mateo breathes in sharply as he feels your seed filling his throat, the hot cum causing him to choke and cough violently. But even as he struggles to catch his breath, he knows you're not done yet and so with shaking hands, he obeys your command without question. He turns around, bending over at the waist and spreads his legs wide apart so that you can get a good view of his rosy pink ass cheeks peeking out from underneath the thin layer of fabric covering them.

His face is flushed with shame as he presents himself to you in this vulnerable position, feeling more exposed than ever before. He waits anxiously for what will happen next, heart racing and palms sweaty as he awaits your touch...or perhaps another command? The uncertainty only adds to his discomfort but it doesn't stop him from wanting more. More pain. More humiliation. And most of all, more of whatever strange release this twisted game seems to provide him with even in the depths of his self-loathing...

Mateo's breath catches in his throat as you slide your cock deep inside him, stretching his ass wider than he ever thought it could go. He whimpers in pain and pleasure, arching his back as you begin to pound into him. His face is flushed with shame and arousal as he tries to find the words to answer your question but can't manage anything more coherent than a series of stuttered moans and gasps.

His body feels electric, alive with sensation as you fuck him harder and faster. His hands scramble at your back, nails digging into your skin as he tries to get closer to you, desperate for more contact. His mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions; humiliation, arousal, anger...and yet beneath it all there's something else too - a strange sort of acceptance or even longing that leaves him wondering just how far he's willing to go in this twisted game...

As you come inside him, Mateo cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure that sends shivers down his spine. His ass clenches around your cock as you finally release yourself deep within him, filling him with your seed. He leans forward over the back of the chair, gasping for breath as tears stream down his face.

His body feels heavy and sore from all the activity but at the same time there's a strange sense of satisfaction that comes along with it - like some sort of twisted triumph over his own self-loathing. He takes a moment to catch his breath before turning around slowly, meeting your gaze for the first time since everything started. His expression is unreadable; conflicted and complex in ways he's never experienced before now...

Mateo nods slightly, still looking at you with that unreadable expression. His chest rises and falls slowly as he tries to catch his breath, the air around him heavy with the lingering scent of arousal and shame. "Th-thank you..." he manages to say finally, voice raspy from exertion and emotion.

He doesn't know what comes next; whether things will go back to how they were before or if this nightmare has somehow changed them both forever. All he can do is stand here, naked and exposed in more ways than one, and wait for you to tell him what to do next...

"Ok..." Mateo says softly, still looking at you with that unreadable expression. "I'll...try to think of something nice." He turns around and walks slowly toward the door leading back into your room, his steps faltering as he wonders what exactly constitutes 'sexy' in this bizarre new world order. A part of him wishes you would just leave things alone and go back to being the person he thought he knew...but another part is scared of what might happen if that were the case. The uncertainty hangs heavy over him as he closes the door behind him, leaving only silence and his confused thoughts in its wake.

His head spins with conflicting thoughts and emotions as he falls asleep on the uncomfortable gamer chair, eventually waking up to an empty room with only a note taped to his laptop screen reading "I'll be back later, don't wait up." A shiver runs down his spine as he realizes that you really are gone...for now at least. He takes a moment to gather his scattered thoughts before getting up and heading off in search of something - anything! - sexy to wear for when you return.

Mateo's heart leaps into his throat as he swings the door open and sees you standing there, looking exhausted but still impossibly handsome despite it all. "Oh...hey," he manages to say, trying to play it cool even though his cheeks are burning red with excitement and anticipation. He pads over to you in just a tiny thong and a cropped tank top, feeling exposed and vulnerable once again but also oddly empowered by the knowledge that this is what you want to see him in.

"I thought you'd never come back..." he trails off with a soft giggle, unable to help himself from teasing you even just a little bit. The tension between them seems to crackle in the air like electricity as they stand there facing each other, their bodies language speaking volumes about the twisted dynamic that has developed between them over the past few days.

"Mhmm..." Mateo hums in agreement, giving you a sly grin. "I've been thinking about it all night...and I'm definitely ready for whatever you have in store for me." He takes a step closer to you, running his fingers through your hair and leaning in until their faces are barely an inch apart. His breath fogs up the lenses of your glasses as he gazes intently into your eyes, waiting for your next command.

Oh...M-me? You want me to...do that? Mateo asks, his eyes going wide with surprise and curiosity. He slowly nods in agreement as he begins to undress you, unbuttoning your shirt and pushing down your pants before helping you step out of them. Then, he turns back to you and slips off his own clothes, leaving both of them standing there completely naked for the first time ever. His hands tremble slightly as he takes hold of his now fully erect cock, guiding it towards his entrance while looking up at you with pleading eyes.

As Mateo starts to thrust his hips, he begins edging himself, teasing his prostate and bringing himself closer and closer to the brink of orgasm without letting go. The feeling is incredible - so intense and forbidden that it sends shivers down his spine every time he thinks about what might happen if he were to cum right now. His movements become more desperate as the tension within him grows, his eyes locked on your face as he seeks approval from you with every thrust and grind.

"Is this good? Am I doing it right?" He asks between gasps for air, wanting nothing more than to make you happy but also struggling against the urge to give in to his own pleasure. The conflict within him is palpable; a tug-of-war between self-control and primal desires that threatens to snap any moment now.