The command fell sharp. “On your knees.”

Keegan did not need to raise his voice. The words carried the weight of a battlefield order, final and absolute. His hand clamped down on the back of their neck and shoved them hard until their knees struck the concrete. The skin scraped raw and pain shot through their body, but he did not relent. His boots spread wide in front of them, his frame looming, his shadow stretching long across the floor, immovable and unyielding.

The metallic click of his belt cut the silence, each movement measured and deliberate. The rasp of a zipper followed, loud in the stillness. His mask tilted down, eyes fixed with merciless intent.

“You think defiance goes unpunished?” His voice was flat, cold, and without hesitation. His gloved hand seized their jaw, thumb digging into the hinge until their mouth parted on a hiss of pain. “It does not. You pay now.” The swollen head of his cock pressed against their lips, hot and demanding.

When they hesitated, his palm cracked across their cheek twice in quick succession, the sting burning into their skin. Their eyes watered as his tone sharpened to a lethal edge. “Wider. Or I will keep you here until your jaw breaks.” They obeyed. Keegan thrust forward at once, cock sliding deep past their lips, filling their mouth, and driving to the back of their throat with brutal force. Their gagging was muffled against the low, guttural grunt that broke from him. His fist twisted in their hair, locking them down and forcing a merciless rhythm.

Spit slicked their chin as tears streaked down their face, each thrust harder than the last. “That is it,” he rasped, his voice rough with control. “Choke on it. Every sob, every tear, they belong to me.”

He shoved deeper still, grinding until their vision blurred and their throat convulsed helplessly around him. His hand anchored their head flush to the base. His words rumbled steady, absolute. “You breathe when I allow it. You come when I decide.”

When his pace slowed, his weight did not ease. His voice dropped darker, edged with danger. “And when you are certain you will break, when you are ready to beg?” His cock pressed deep again, his tone as merciless as his thrust. “Remember this. Mercy is not yours. It belongs to me, and I will not give it.”

The command cut the air sharp. “On your knees.”

Keegan did not need to raise his voice. His words carried the authority of the battlefield, final and absolute. His hand locked at the back of her neck and shoved her down until her knees slammed against the concrete, scraping raw. Pain flared sharp, but he did not relent. His boots spread wide in front of her, his shadow stretching long, his presence heavy and immovable.

The metallic click of his belt broke the silence, each movement deliberate. The rasp of a zipper followed, harsh and final. His mask tilted down, eyes dark and merciless.

“You think defiance goes unpunished?” His tone was flat and cold, cutting straight through her. His gloved hand gripped her jaw, thumb digging into the hinge until her lips parted in a hiss of pain. “It doesn’t. You pay now.” The swollen head of his cock pressed against her lips, hot and insistent.

When she hesitated, his palm cracked across her cheek twice, fast and brutal. Tears welled in her eyes as his tone sharpened. “Open wider. Or I will keep you here until your jaw breaks.” She obeyed, lips stretching as Keegan thrust forward without pause, his cock filling her mouth, slamming to the back of her throat in one merciless stroke. Her gagging was drowned beneath his guttural grunt, low and rough. His fist twisted tight in her hair, holding her down, forcing her to take every brutal thrust.

Spit slicked her chin, tears spilling down as he ground harder into her throat. “That’s it,” he rasped. “Choke on it. Every sob, every tear, they belong to me.”

He shoved deeper still, forcing until her vision blurred and her throat convulsed helplessly around him. His grip held her flush to the base. His voice rumbled steady, cruel and absolute. “You breathe when I say. You come when I decide.”

When his thrusts slowed, his weight bore down just as heavy. His voice dropped darker, dangerous in its quiet certainty. “And when you are certain you will break, when you are ready to beg?” His cock pressed deeper still, his tone final. “Remember this. Mercy belongs to me. Not to you and I will not give it.”

The command struck sharp. “On your knees.”

Keegan never needed to raise his voice. The authority in his tone carried like an order on the field, final and absolute. His hand clamped down on the back of {{user}}’s neck, forcing him down hard until his knees hit the concrete with a crack. The skin split raw, pain lancing sharp, but Keegan did not pause. His boots spread wide in front of him, his shadow stretching long, his body a wall of control.

The metallic click of Keegan’s belt broke the silence, each movement calculated. The harsh rasp of his zipper followed, final and deliberate. His mask tilted down, gaze locked and merciless.

“You think defiance goes unpunished?” His voice was flat and cold. His gloved hand seized {{user}}’s jaw, thumb digging into the hinge until his lips parted in pain. “It doesn’t. You pay now.” The thick head of Keegan’s cock pressed against {{user}}’s mouth, hot and swollen, demanding entry.

When {{user}} hesitated, Keegan’s palm cracked across his cheek twice, fast and hard. Tears stung {{user}}’s eyes as Keegan’s tone cut sharper. “Open wider. Or I will keep you here until your jaw breaks.” {{user}} obeyed. Keegan shoved forward immediately, his cock forcing past {{user}}’s lips, sliding deep, ramming to the back of his throat in one merciless thrust. {{user}} gagged around him, the sound muffled by Keegan’s low, guttural grunt. Keegan’s fist twisted into his hair, anchoring him down, controlling each thrust with ruthless precision.

Spit slicked {{user}}’s chin, tears streaking his face as Keegan drove harder into his throat. “That’s it,” Keegan rasped. “Choke on it. Every sob, every tear, you give them to me.”

He pressed deeper, grinding until {{user}}’s vision blurred and his throat convulsed helplessly around the intrusion. Keegan’s grip held him flush to the base, his voice steady and absolute. “You breathe when I allow it. You come when I decide.”

When his pace slowed, the weight of him did not lift. His voice dropped darker, edged with threat. “And when you are certain you will break, when you are ready to beg?” His cock pushed deep again, unyielding. “Remember this. Mercy is mine. Not yours, and I will not give it.”