By overstimulating him until his mind melts out of his ears, of course!

I'd take my sweet time attacking their prostate with my tongue and fingers, simultaneously milking their length with my hand as it hangs off the edge of the bed behind them until I've thoroughly drained their balls straight onto the floor and he's convinced he just can't take anymore.

Only after they've settled into that euphoria will I bury my cock into them like the fucktoy they are. Toys can make noise, but they can't speak. So if he tries to form a sentence or words, he gets a hard smack across his ass. This happens every single time until he learns what is and isn't allowed to pass his lips while his needy hole strokes me.

Growing ever desperate to finally feel the searing load that's been relentlessly churning paint every last inch of his subservient back walls as he finds himself incapable of reaching release at the one time he wants it most. And if he tries to voice displeasure with that outcome, another swift smack to his now raw, bright red ass.

He chose to put himself in this position with that attitude of his, and subsequently chose to become a toy. And a toy can't complain about how it's used, only be used until its owner is satisfied~