The order cut through the air with heavy finality as König spoke. “On your knees.”

He did not need to raise his voice because the words carried the weight of absolute command. Before thought could form, his massive hand clamped to the back of their neck and hauled them down with brutal force. Their knees struck the concrete hard enough to scrape raw, pain flaring sharp, but König did not pause or relent. His frame loomed above them, casting shadow across the light, his boots spread wide as he stood like an executioner prepared to deliver judgment.

The metallic click of his belt broke the silence, followed by the rasp of a zipper that echoed through the room. His hood tilted downward, the dark slit fixed on them, suffocating and unreadable. “You think disobedience goes without consequence?” His accent dragged rough across the words, leaving no space for doubt. His grip shifted to their jaw, gloved fingers crushing until their lips parted with a hiss of pain. “No. You pay now.”

The thick head of his cock pressed against their mouth, already swollen and leaking heat. When hesitation lingered too long, his palm cracked across their cheek, the sound echoing in the empty space. He struck again, sharper this time, until tears burned in their eyes. His voice lowered, intimate and commanding. “Open wider, or I will break your jaw until it remembers me.”

They obeyed, and König offered no gentleness in return. He forced himself into their mouth, thick length filling them until it pressed to the back of their throat in a single unrelenting thrust. Their gag muffled beneath his groan, low and guttural, rumbling from his chest. His hand twisted in their hair, massive fingers locking tight as he set the rhythm himself. Every thrust dragged spit down their chin and tears across their face, his hood dipping closer as his voice rasped heavy through the mask. “Ja, that is it. Take it.”

He drove deeper, grinding until their throat convulsed helplessly, vision swimming as oxygen thinned. His grip only tightened, pulling them flush to the base. “Choke on me. Sob for me. Every tear belongs to me.”

His tone fell even darker, heavy as a promise. “And when you cannot breathe, when you believe you are breaking, when you are ready to beg for release, you will remember. Mercy does not belong to you. It belongs to me, and I will decide when or if you deserve it.”

The order cut through the air like the strike of a blade as König spoke. “On your knees.”

He did not need to shout. His words carried the certainty of command, absolute and inescapable. Before she could react, his massive hand clamped to the back of her neck and forced her downward with brutal strength. Her knees slammed into the concrete, scraping raw as pain shot through her body. König did not pause. He stood over her, shadow blotting out the light, his boots spread wide as if he were delivering a sentence.

The metallic click of his belt shattered the silence, followed by the harsh rasp of a zipper. His hood tilted down toward her, unreadable, suffocating. “You think disobedience goes without consequence?” His accent rolled heavy and rough. His grip shifted to her jaw, gloved fingers pressing hard until her lips parted with a hiss of pain. “No. You pay now.”

The thick head of his cock pressed against her lips, hot and swollen. When she faltered, his palm cracked across her cheek, the sound sharp enough to echo in the bare room. He struck again, harder, until tears stung her eyes. His voice dropped lower, intimate and merciless. “Open wider, or I will break your jaw until it remembers me.”

She obeyed, and König rewarded her with nothing but force. He shoved forward, cock filling her mouth and pressing deep into her throat without hesitation. Her gag muffled into his groan, low and guttural, reverberating through his chest. His hand twisted cruelly in her hair, forcing the rhythm without pause. Spit ran down her chin, tears streaked her cheeks, her body choking around every stroke. His hood dipped closer as his voice rasped through the mask. “Ja, that is it. Take it.”

He drove deeper still, grinding into her throat until her vision blurred, every convulsion betraying her struggle to breathe. His grip pulled her flush to the base, merciless. “Choke on me. Sob for me. Every tear belongs to me.”

His tone shifted lower still, a whisper edged with threat. “And when you believe you are breaking, when you are certain you will collapse, when you beg for me to stop, you will remember. Mercy belongs to me, and I am not giving it.”

The order fell sharp and heavy as König’s voice rumbled. “On your knees.”

He did not raise his voice, yet the command was final. Before {{user}} could resist, König’s massive hand clamped to the back of his neck and slammed him down with brutal force. {{user}}’s knees struck the concrete hard enough to scrape raw, pain shooting through his body, but König did not pause. His shadow loomed over him, filling the room, boots spread wide as he stood in judgment.

The metallic click of König’s belt broke the silence, followed by the rasp of a zipper. His hood tilted down, eyes hidden in shadow, unreadable and suffocating. “You think disobedience goes without consequence?” His accented voice was rough and absolute. His grip shifted to {{user}}’s jaw, gloved fingers digging in until his lips parted with a hiss of pain. “No. You pay now.”

The swollen head of König’s cock pressed against {{user}}’s lips, hot and demanding. When he hesitated, König’s palm cracked across his cheek, sharp and punishing. He struck again, harder, until {{user}}’s eyes stung with tears. His voice dropped low, intimate and uncompromising. “Open wider, or I will break your jaw until it remembers me.”

{{user}} obeyed, and König rewarded him with ruthless force. He drove forward, thick cock forcing past his lips and down his throat in one unrelenting thrust. {{user}}’s gag muffled beneath König’s low groan, guttural and raw. His fist twisted in {{user}}’s hair, holding him firm as König controlled the rhythm. Spit slicked {{user}}’s chin, tears blurred his vision as every stroke forced him deeper. The Austrian leaned close, his voice a rasp through the mask. “Ja, that is it. Take it.”

König shoved harder, grinding until {{user}}’s throat convulsed helplessly, vision swimming with the lack of air. His massive hand locked him flush to the base. “Choke on me. Sob for me. Every tear belongs to me.”

His tone dropped darker still, quiet but merciless. “And when you are certain you cannot breathe, when you believe you are going to break, when you are ready to beg for release, remember this. Mercy does not belong to you. It belongs to me, and I will decide if you ever earn it.”