The order cut through the air like the crack of a silencer. “On your knees.”

Gaz’s voice was low, but there was no mistaking the weight of finality in it. Before resistance could form, his gloved hand locked around the back of their neck and forced them down hard. Their knees slammed against the concrete, scraping raw, pain flashing sharp through them, but Gaz did not pause. His boots planted wide in front of them, his frame blotting out the light, every movement calm and precise.

The metallic click of his belt broke the silence, followed by the rasp of a zipper that echoed sharp in the quiet. His eyes bore down, dark and merciless, unreadable as stone. “You think disobedience slides?” His grip shifted to their jaw, his thumb digging into the hinge until their lips parted with a hiss. “No. You pay for it.”

The thick head of his cock pressed at their mouth, swollen and hot, demanding entry. When hesitation lingered, his palm cracked across their cheek, sharp and fast, leaving their eyes stinging with tears. His voice dropped lower, intimate in its threat. “Wider. Do not make me repeat myself, or I will fuck your throat until the bruises speak for you.”

They obeyed. Gaz groaned low as he shoved forward without hesitation. His cock slid past their lips, filling their mouth, forcing into the back of their throat with one relentless thrust. Their gag was muffled by his grunt, guttural and rough. His fist twisted tight in their hair, locking them in place, his rhythm controlled with surgical precision.

Each thrust slicked spit down their chin and made tears streak across their face. He angled his hips sharply, voice low and merciless. “That’s it. Gag on it. Sob for me. Let me see those tears.”

He pressed deeper, grinding slow at the back of their throat until their vision blurred and oxygen thinned. His other hand clamped firm at their jaw, controlling every choke and every angle, his eyes locked unflinching on theirs. “You breathe when I allow it.”

His voice dipped lower still, quiet and cutting. “And when you are certain you will break, when you are ready to beg for mercy?” His hips stilled, cock heavy at the brink of their collapse. “Remember, I am the one who decides if you receive it.”

The order landed sharp in the silence. “On your knees.”

Gaz’s voice was low, but the weight of command left no room for disobedience. Before she could even think to resist, his gloved hand clamped the back of her neck and forced her down hard. Her knees slammed against the concrete, scraping raw, the sting shooting through her bones, but Gaz did not falter. His boots spread wide, his frame towering over her, every move deliberate and unwavering.

The metallic click of his belt broke the air, followed by the rasp of a zipper drawn slow and final. His gaze was fixed on her, dark and merciless, steady as stone. “You think defiance comes without consequence?” His hand shifted, clamping around her jaw, his thumb digging deep until her lips cracked open with a hiss of pain. “No. You pay for it.”

The thick head of his cock pressed to her mouth, swollen and hot, demanding. She hesitated, and his palm cracked against her cheek twice, sharp and punishing, until her eyes watered. His tone fell quiet, almost intimate in its threat. “Wider. If I have to repeat myself, I’ll fuck your throat until the bruises speak for you.”

She obeyed. Gaz groaned as he shoved forward, no hesitation. His cock pushed between her lips, filling her mouth, driving to the back of her throat in one merciless thrust. Her gagging was muffled by his grunt, deep and guttural. His fist wound tight in her hair, forcing the rhythm with precision and no reprieve.

Each thrust smeared spit across her chin and streaked her cheeks with tears. He angled his hips sharper, his voice rasping with cold authority. “That’s it. Gag on it. Sob for me. Let me see your tears.”

He pressed deeper, grinding hard at the back of her throat until her vision blurred and her body convulsed for breath. His other hand clamped her jaw, guiding every choke, his gaze locked to hers without wavering. “You breathe when I say.”

His tone shifted darker, quieter, more dangerous. “And when you think you are about to break, when you are desperate enough to beg?” His hips stilled, his cock heavy against the edge of collapse. “You remember that mercy is mine to give, and I may not.”

The command cut sharp through the room. “On your knees.”

Gaz’s voice was low, steady, and final. Before {{user}} could push back, Gaz’s gloved hand clamped around the back of his neck and shoved him down with brutal force. {{user}}’s knees struck the concrete hard, scraping raw, pain shooting through his legs. Gaz did not pause. His boots spread wide, his shadow engulfing {{user}}, his body unmoving and absolute in its control.

The metallic click of a belt broke the silence, followed by the rasp of a zipper that echoed in the stillness. Gaz tilted his head down, his gaze cold and merciless. “You think disobedience slides?” His hand shifted to {{user}}’s jaw, thumb digging harshly into the hinge until his lips cracked open with a hiss. “No. You pay for it.”

The thick head of Gaz’s cock pressed at {{user}}’s lips, swollen and hot, demanding entry. When hesitation lingered, Gaz’s palm cracked across his cheek twice, sharp and punishing. {{user}}’s eyes burned with tears as Gaz’s voice dropped lower, cutting close. “Wider. Do not make me repeat myself, or I’ll use your throat until the bruises tell the story.”

{{user}} obeyed. Gaz groaned low as he thrust forward immediately, his cock pushing between {{user}}’s lips, filling his mouth, and ramming to the back of his throat in one relentless drive. {{user}} gagged, the sound muffled by Gaz’s guttural grunt. His fist knotted in {{user}}’s hair, forcing the pace, each movement brutal and exact.

Spit ran down {{user}}’s chin and tears blurred his sight as Gaz’s thrusts ground deeper. “That’s it,” Gaz rasped. “Gag on it. Sob for me. Show me your tears.”

He pressed harder, grinding at the back of {{user}}’s throat until his vision blurred and his lungs clawed for air. Gaz’s other hand held his jaw steady, controlling every choke, eyes locked on {{user}} with merciless calm. “You breathe when I say.”

His voice dropped quieter, darker, carrying the weight of steel. “And when you believe you are going to break, when you are desperate enough to beg?” His hips slowed, cock heavy in {{user}}’s throat, holding him there. “You remember that mercy belongs to me, not to you.”