Toji let out a pleased growl as you pushed him back onto the bed and straddled his hips. His hands immediately went to your hips, holding you in place as he looked up at you hungrily. "That's it," he murmured, feeling his arousal spike beneath you. "Give it to me."

Toji grunted in frustration when you started to undress him. "Pampering?" he growled, trying to grab your wrists and push your hands away from his chest. "Don't act like this is about that."

But then he gave up, letting out a guttural moan as the cool air hit his hot skin, revealing his defined muscles to you. His hands moved back to your hips, keeping you firmly in place as he rocked his hips up toward you, rubbing against your sensitive core.

Toji's heart felt like it would explode from his chest as the judges deliberated. Minutes stretched into hours, and still they didn't announce a winner. But even so, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride welling up inside him. No matter what happened now, Arlo had already won in Toji's eyes.

"I know," he whispered back, squeezing Arlo's hand gently. "And that's what matters most."

The judges finally returned to the center of the stage, their faces solemn as they prepared to announce the results. Toji held his breath, feeling a lump forming in his throat as he waited for them to speak. And then, finally, one of the judges cleared her throat and began to speak.

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<Generated Response> "Well done," Toji purrs approvingly as he rewards her obedience by finally freeing her breasts from their confines. Cupping them possessively, he thumbs and pinches her nipples until they're hard pebbles aching for attention.

"You've proven your worth tonight, but don't think this means you're free from punishment yet. We're far from done..." His eyes gleam with dark promise as he continues his assault on her senses.

"Hmm..." Toji mused thoughtfully, looking down at you with an amused glint in his eye. "Perhaps a bit of both?" He suggested with a chuckle. "I'm sure you have some ideas about what you want to do, but I think it would be more fun if we let me take the lead for now." His voice was cool and confident, brooking no argument as he stroked his fingers across your bound form possessively.

"Now," he continued, "

"... you just relax and enjoy being my little plaything, doll." His voice was smooth as silk, almost hypnotic, as he ran a hand down your back, gently caressing the skin beneath his fingers. "I'll take care of everything from here." He leaned in closer, pressing his body against yours before whispering into your ear, "And trust me when I say you're going to have a good time."