The command cracked through the air with sharp finality. “On your knees.” Soap’s voice did not need to rise; the weight in it was enough. Before resistance could surface, his gloved hand clamped around the back of their neck and shoved them down with brutal force. Their knees slammed against the concrete, skin scraping raw as pain flared bright. He did not pause. His boots spread wide in front of them, his stance heavy, his shadow blotting out the overhead light.

The metallic click of his belt echoed, slow and deliberate, followed by the rasp of a zipper that cut through the silence like a blade. His mask tilted down, the grin gone, blue-gray eyes burning with something darker and far less forgiving. “You think you can mouth off? You think disobedience comes free?” His brogue thickened, every syllable steeped in anger. His gloved hand seized their jaw, thumb pressing into the hinge until their lips parted with a hiss of pain. “No, love. You pay for it. And you pay now.”

The thick head of his cock pressed against their mouth, swollen and hot. They hesitated. His palm cracked across their cheek once, then again, sharp enough to sting tears into their eyes. His cruel laugh cut low. “That’s it. Cry for me. Open wider or I’ll fuck your jaw until you can never close it again.”

Obedience came quick. Their lips stretched open, and Soap groaned low as he shoved forward without pause. His cock filled their mouth at once, the first thrust striking deep into their throat. Their gag was muffled by his moan, guttural and rough, as his fist tangled in their hair, dragging them further down onto him.

Spit slicked their chin and tears streamed unchecked as he set his rhythm. It was brutal, merciless, each thrust claiming their throat as though it had always belonged to him. “Aye, that’s it,” he rasped, hips snapping forward. “Choke on it. Gag on me. Every tear is mine.”

He drove deeper until their throat convulsed around him, vision swimming at the edges. His laugh broke, unsteady and cut through with groans. “Look at you. Sobbing and sputtering. You should have known better. But now...” He yanked their hair harder, holding them flush at the base. “Now you’ll remember me every time you swallow. That burn belongs to Soap.”

His thrusts slowed but never relented, cock grinding against the back of their throat with suffocating weight. His voice dropped darker, softer, almost intimate in its cruelty. “And when you think you cannot breathe, when you are certain you will break, you will remember this. Mercy belongs to me, not to you.”

The command cut sharp through the air. “On your knees.” Soap’s voice never rose; the authority in it was enough. Before she could resist, his gloved hand locked onto the back of her neck and shoved her down hard. Her knees smacked the concrete, scraping raw. Pain flared bright, but Soap gave no pause. His boots planted wide, stance solid, his looming shadow swallowing the overhead light.

The metallic click of his belt broke the silence, slow and deliberate, followed by the harsh rasp of a zipper. His mask tilted down, grin gone, blue-gray eyes burning with something dangerous. “You think you can mouth off? You think defiance comes without cost?” His brogue was thicker now, his tone dark. His gloved hand caught her jaw, thumb forcing into the hinge until her lips cracked open on a hiss. “No, bonnie. You pay for it. Right now.”

The heavy head of his cock pressed against her lips, hot and swollen. She hesitated. His palm struck her cheek once, then again, sharp enough to draw tears. His cruel laugh followed. “That’s it. Cry for me. Open wider, or I’ll fuck your jaw until you can’t close it again.”

She obeyed. Soap groaned deep as he shoved forward without hesitation. His cock surged into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with the first thrust. Her gagging was muffled beneath his moan, guttural and raw, as his fist tangled in her hair, dragging her down further.

Saliva slicked her chin as tears ran unchecked. Soap set the rhythm himself, brutal and unrelenting, rutting into her throat like it was his right. “Aye, that’s it,” he rasped. “Choke on it. Gag on me. Every tear is mine.”

He pushed deeper still, grinding until her throat convulsed, vision blurring at the edges. His laugh fractured into groans. “Look at you, sobbing and sputtering. You should have known better. But now...” He yanked her hair harshly, forcing her flush to the base. “Now you’ll remember me every time you swallow. That ache in your throat will always be Soap’s.”

His thrusts slowed, the weight heavy but unyielding. His voice dropped darker, quieter, cutting close to her ear. “And when you think you cannot breathe, when you are sure you will snap, you will remember this. Mercy belongs to me. Not to you.”

The command tore through the barracks with sharp authority. “On your knees.” Soap did not need to raise his voice. Before {{user}} could resist, the soldier’s gloved hand clamped onto the back of his neck and forced him down. His knees struck concrete, skin tearing raw from the impact. Pain shot through him, but Soap gave no reprieve. His boots spread wide, his stance heavy, his shadow blotting out the overhead light.

The metallic click of his belt rang in the silence, slow and deliberate, followed by the rasp of a zipper. His mask tilted low, his grin gone, blue-gray eyes darkened with fury. “Think you can mouth off, aye? Think defiance comes without consequence?” His accent thickened, his tone like a growl. His hand seized {{user}}’s jaw, thumb driving into the hinge until his lips parted with a hiss. “No, lad. You pay for it. Right now.”

The swollen head of Soap’s cock pressed against {{user}}’s lips, demanding entry. When he hesitated, Soap’s palm cracked across his cheek once, then again, sharp enough to sting and force tears. Soap barked a cruel laugh. “That’s it. Cry for me. Open wider, or I’ll fuck your jaw until you cannae shut it again.”

{{user}} obeyed, lips spreading wide. Soap groaned low, guttural, as he thrust forward without pause. His cock filled {{user}}’s mouth and hit the back of his throat on the first stroke. The gagging sound was swallowed by Soap’s moan, deep and raw, as his fist knotted into {{user}}’s hair, dragging him lower.

Spit slicked {{user}}’s chin, tears cutting down his face, while Soap set the rhythm with merciless precision. Each thrust was brutal, claiming his throat as though it had always belonged to him. “Aye, that’s it,” Soap rasped, hips snapping forward. “Choke on it. Gag on me. Every tear is mine.”

He forced deeper until {{user}}’s throat convulsed around him, vision blurring to black at the edges. Soap’s laugh cracked, broken into groans. “Look at you, sobbing and sputtering. You should have known better. But now...” He yanked {{user}}’s hair harder, forcing his face flush to the base. “Now you’ll remember me every time you swallow. That burn belongs to Soap.”

His thrusts slowed but never relented, cock grinding at the back of {{user}}’s throat with punishing weight. His voice dipped darker, quieter, carrying straight into his ear. “And when you think you cannot breathe, when you are certain you will break, remember this. Mercy belongs to me, not to you.”