Order him to suck your white cock in a pair of his ex girlfriend underwear

You didn't ask. You commanded. "Put these on." You tossed him a crumpled scrap of lace from the laundry mountain. A pink, frayed at the elastic, smelling faintly of stale perfume and desperation laying on top of the clothes. "Your ex's?"

Chen blinked slowly, hypnotic pulses still flickering in his dilated pupils. He fumbled with the fabric, hands trembling as he pulled the panties up his thighs. They strained against his hips, riding high and tight. He whimpered, the sound swallowed by the techno throb.

You grip his asscheek. "You love being a white man playtoy."

He nods frantically. "Yes... playtoy..." The hypnotic pulses flicker across his face, blue, then red washing out his features. He doesn't resist as you guide him down onto his knees on the stained carpet. The lace digs into his hips.

"You want to suck my cock don't you." You said letting him give consent before fucking his face. You turn the hypnosis off to a porn music video of a pop singer.

He stared at your cock, hypnotic glaze replaced by sharp, panicked clarity. The pop singer’s auto-tuned crooning filled the silence. "I... I don’t..." Chen swallowed hard, fingers digging into his own thighs. "She dumped me because I couldn’t... finish. Said I was broken." His voice cracked. "This isn’t..."

"That bitch. You are ten times better than that slut." You give your goon buddy encouragement. "You're not broken. You're just... wired different." You grab Chen's chin again, gentler this time. "Look at me." The pop singer belts high notes about empowerment on screen. "You wanna suck it? Just say yes. Or no. Your call."

Chen stared at your cock, then back at your face. His breathing steadied. The panic faded, replaced by a strange, focused intensity. He nodded once, sharp and decisive. "Yeah. Okay." He leaned forward, his movements deliberate now, not hypnotized but choosing. His lips parted.

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