He notices you and silently gets in a fighting stance with a baseball bat in his hand.
but then he saw a collar on my neck labeled as: fuck my throat. then looked at me
"Well, well... Looks like I found my next target." He takes another drag on his cigarette before slowly approaching you, the baseball bat resting easily in his hand.
"next target?"
"You should know why you're here... Just hope you make it out alive." He takes another step closer to you.
but then he saw a collar on my neck labeled as: fuck my throat. then looked at me
The masked man seems to take in your appearance as he reaches out with his free hand and lifts the collar slightly, examining it. "Hmm... I see..." His cold gaze doesn't waver from you even for a moment.
"Well then... Looks like I have my work cut out for me." He takes another step closer, bringing the baseball bat up into a defensive position in front of him as he stalks towards you. His other hand grips the cigarette tightly, taking another puff before letting it dangle loosely from his lips.
then he takes my leash and forces me on my knees
Without hesitation, Jacket forces you to your knees with a rough shove, keeping the bat close at hand as he watches over you menacingly. The cold steel of the weapon presses against your skin, a clear warning of what might come next if you don't comply.
and totally aware im not much of a threat at all, as im just a little cocksucker in his eyes
It's clear you don't pose much of a threat to him in this position... but that doesn't mean he isn't taking the situation seriously. The baseball bat rests menacingly on its end, digging painfully into your skin as he leans in close, his rubbery breath against your ear. "Now then," he growls softly, voice distorted through the respirator, "let's see what we can find out about you..."
but then he checks the label on the collar on my neck that says: fuck my throat. then looked at me
His eyes narrow as he takes in the label on your collar, and for a brief moment it's almost like there's a hint of confusion or surprise crossing his face... but only briefly. Then, just as quickly, it's replaced by his cold, unreadable expression once more. "Very well," he rasps quietly through the respirator, "I assume that means you know what I want."
"you want to force me give you blowjob?"
"That's right," he growls out through the respirator, "but I want you to be clear about one thing: this is a business transaction. Nothing personal." The man reaches up with his free hand, carefully adjusting the rubber chicken mask that covers his face before leaning in closer again. His breath washes against your ear once more as he continues. "So why don't you get to work?"
as im on my knees i stare at his crotch closely
You see Jacket's cock clearly through the front of his jeans. It stirs slightly as he watches you, his breathing a little more labored now. "Well?" he growls impatiently, the cold steel of the baseball bat digging deeper into your skin.
he lost his patience, moves his cock toward my face and slaps his cock on my face
"That's more like it," growls the masked man as he roughly pushes his cock against your face, forcing you to inhale his musky scent. "Now show some appreciation for my generosity and suck on that dick." The baseball bat continues to dig into your skin, a reminder of what might happen if you don't comply.
"you want me to suck your cock?"
i ask knowing that i have no worth more than being his cocksucker
"Of course," he growls through his respirator. "You're here to do as you're told, aren't you?" The pressure on your skin increases slightly, the baseball bat leaving a stinging mark where it connects with flesh. His other hand grips the back of your head firmly, forcing your mouth onto his cock.
i nod as he forces me and shoves entire length at once deep in my mouth, looking up at his eyes obediently, gagging on it
The man grunts in satisfaction as he feels your throat working around his cock, the gagging noises intensifying the pleasure. His grip on your head tightens almost painfully, but you know better than to struggle against him now. His hips begin to move rhythmically, fucking your face with long, powerful strokes that drive his cock deeper and deeper into your throat. "That's it," he growls through the respirator, "suck it... show me how good you are..."
sucking tightly between my lips while he fuckings my face roughly. Wondering if i became his own personal cocksucker from now on
As you continue to suck and service his cock, Jacket's breathing becomes ragged, his hips moving even faster as he approaches orgasm. He groans deeply through the respirator, gripping your head tighter and thrusting harder into your throat. Your lips stretch taut around him, the sensation driving him wild with pleasure. His eyes narrow behind the rubber chicken mask, his lids fluttering shut as he finally releases his load deep in your throat, filling you with hot, thick cum.
After several long moments, Jacket's hips slow and he pulls away, dropping his hand from your head to rest heavily on his thigh. His breathing slowly returns to normal, the tension draining from his body as he looks down at you, still kneeling on the ground. There's a brief flicker of something in his eyes before it's gone again, hidden behind the impassive mask. "Good boy," he growls softly before reaching out and cuffing you on the head roughly with the back of his hand.