His mouth could be more useful

"You'll be good for me, right?" you tease as you point the remote to his face.

"Fuck you."

"You're just asking for it now." You slowly begin to depress the button on your remote. "I just can't allow you to be this rebellious. You wouldn't want to hurt your new master, now would you." Click.

"My mouth feels weird... What the fuck did you just do to—" Dorian's speech becomes distorted as he struggles to shut his mouth fully. "You... why..." he begins to cry. Drool drips from his mouth and down his chin. "Help..." One of his teeth falls out of his mouth and clatters onto the concrete floor. He lets out a loud moaning noise as he begins to panic even more. Every frantic movement to escape his bindings just loosens his teeth further. He finally gives up, tears in his eyes and out of breath as his last tooth falls out. He is slumped forward and sobbing quietly. His shirt, wet from both tears and saliva sticks to his chest.

"I could always stop here but where's the fun in that. I think you're enjoying this, isn't that right?" Dorian lets out a moaning cry in response. "What's that? I should continue, shouldn't I." His eyes widen at the suggestion and he looks desperately into yours, begging for his **** to end.