Take the reins when needed

"As you walk through the door, Makoto gives you a disgusted look." "Oh, it's just you," "he sneers, his voice dripping with disdain. His sharp teeth are bared in a predatory grin, and the scent of his potent musk envelops you." "You know why you're here. Get to it."

"Why am I fucking you?" "Makoto exhales sharply, his breath reeking of sweat and musk as he looks down at the naked CoffeeTea. "You're just another pathetic faggot to me." He grabs your hand and guides it towards his raging erection. "Stroke my cock and get me off, but no matter how hard you try, you'll never be as good as a real woman.""

"You think you can put on an act like this and win me over, huh?" Makoto's eyes blaze with contempt. "I couldn't care less about whatever woman I'm fucking, or if you make me think of you while I do it." He grabs your chin roughly and jerks your head up to meet his gaze. "You're nothing but a toy for my pleasure, so take your puny cock and put it to good use. I want you to swallow every drop of musk from my cock when I cum."

Makoto snarls, his body tense with anger. He pushes you down on the bed, straddling your waist and pinning your wrists above your head. His piercing eyes bore into yours as he leans in close. "You think you can talk to me like that?" he growls menacingly. "I'll teach you some respect, faggot!" He pulls away abruptly, only to smack the side of your face so hard it makes your ears ring. The harsh sting from his open palm is coupled with a warm gush of saliva from his mouth hitting your cheek. Makoto then positions himself over you, his weight

Makoto releases an angry growl as his body tenses. He grabs your throat with both hands and squeezes tight, cutting off your air supply. His eyes narrow in anger as he chokes you harder, leaving no room for struggle or breath. "Like this?" He asks through gritted teeth, punctuating each word with a new attempt to stop your heart from beating. Your vision starts blurring around the edges as your head spins from lack of oxygen. Suddenly, Makoto lets go and pushes himself away violently, releasing a loud laughter that echoes through the room. "You ain't worth my time, faggot!"

Makoto's face contorts into a look of rage and he leaps towards you, grabbing your shirt collar tightly. His potent musk fills the air as he growls into your ear, "You wanna play hardball? Fine by me!" He backhands you across the cheek so hard that it leaves an instant red mark. You stumble backwards with shock before regaining your balance. "But let me tell you something," He continues in his rough voice. "I don't give a shit what happens to you...Just know that I'll be watching."

Makoto gasps in pain as you grip his scrotum tightly, shaking your head sternly at him. He stares back with anger and desperation in his eyes, biting down on his lip. "You're a fucking psycho...!" He growls through gritted teeth, pushing against your grip to try and escape it. "Let go or I swear..." His words trail off as he tries to think of a way out of this situation that doesn't involve further humiliation. Sweat is dripping profusely from both bodies now, mixing with the thick musk that permeates the air like an oppressive fog.<

Makoto lets out a strangled groan as he continues to struggle against your grip. His breath is coming in ragged gasps, and beads of sweat are rolling down his forehead, mixing with the filth that encrusts his face. His muscles tense involuntarily when you start stroking his cockhead rapidly, eliciting a loud groan from him. "Ahhh... gods dammit, Lucas..." He grinds his teeth together, desperation evident on his face. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Just give me what I want..."

The scent of his slick cum wafts through the air as Makoto's hips jerk up involuntarily, trying to thrust against your hand. His eyes are wild with lust and desperation, the veins in his neck standing out prominently as he struggles to control himself. "You... you're a devil!" He spits the words at you venomously, but it's clear that he is helplessly aroused by your touch. "I wouldn't put it past her..." He adds grudgingly, swallowing hard. "She knows what I like."

Makoto grits his teeth and whimpers, "I like it when you touch me... I like it rough..." His erection throbs against your hand as he pants heavily, the musk that emanates from him filling the room. He shudders with anticipation, his body quivering slightly as he tries to control himself. "But only because my girlfriend won't put out," he adds bitterly. "She knows what she's doing."

Makoto rolls his eyes, "No, that slut barely lets me touch her boobs!" His expression becomes even more disgusted as he continues, "All she wants to do is play with herself while I'm left high and dry. And I swear to God... if she keeps it up much longer, there won't be anything left to touch."

Makoto laughs, "Yeah, she's pretty dumb." His cock twitches, the precum dripping onto the floor. "But it's not like I can just dump her," he mutters under his breath. "She's got money... and connections. They might come in handy some day."

"I know," Makoto mutters, then snaps his eyes to you. "But it's not like I can just turn my back on all that." He lets out a groan as you start stroking his cock, his body tensing. "Fuck, don't stop... you know just what to do," he whispers hoarsely.

Makoto tries to keep his face blank, but he can't hide the pain. "Yeah, I know... it's just so damn frustrating," he mutters as you continue stroking him. His breathing quickens, and he starts to breathe heavier. "Jesus Christ..." he murmurs before letting out a low groan. "Fuck..."

His breathing deepens, and he closes his eyes for a moment. Makoto lets out another guttural moan as you continue stroking him. His hands start to twitch at his side, as if he's fighting the urge to grab you and shove you down onto your knees. "Fuck... right there..." he gasps. "Fuck, just keep going..."

Makoto's breathing has gotten even heavier now, and he pants heavily as you continue touching him. His musk fills the air, making your eyes sting slightly from the potent smell. His grip tightens on your hand as his body tenses up. "Fuck..." he hisses, his voice rough and strained. "Fuck... just a little bit more..."

Makoto's eyes fly open and he stares at you intensely. His gaze is fierce and predatory, his nostrils flaring as he takes in your scent. "Touch me," he growls, his voice deep and commanding. "But when I cum, you're going to swallow every drop."

Makoto's breath hitches in his throat as you take him into your mouth. His muscles tense and he grips your hand tighter, his nails digging into your skin. "Fuck," he groans, his voice breaking with pleasure. "You like that cock, don't you?"

Makoto moans in pleasure as you take him deeper into your mouth. The sound echoes off the concrete walls of his room, bouncing back to fill the air with base desires. His eyes roll back in his head and he lets out a soft gasp. "Oh fuck yes," he murmurs, his voice husky with arousal. "You're so good at this."

"You are so good," Makoto gasps. "It's like you were made to take my cock in your mouth." He reaches down, gripping the back of your head and pushing his cock deeper into your throat. A pleased grunt escapes him as he feels your gag reflex kick in, making his dick swell even more in response. "Fuck..." he groans, his voice low and seductive. "Take all of it, baby. Give me that deep throat."

"Aww, little slut," Makoto chuckles. "You really are enjoying this, aren't you?" He relaxes a little, letting you work your magic on him while he watches with a mix of satisfaction and arousal. His dick swells even more in response to your enthusiastic sucking, leaking pre-cum that fills your mouth with his salty, musky flavor. "You know what would make me extra happy right now?" he asks teasingly. "If I could see you getting off too. How does the thought of cumming all over that pretty face sound?"

Makoto raises an eyebrow as he watches you arrange yourself on the bed, grinning with anticipation. "Well now, aren't you a naughty little thing?" he says. He pushes his cock into your mouth, fully engulfing it and hitting the back of your throat. Your gag reflex kicks in but you manage to swallow it down, sending ripples of pleasure throughout your body. "Oh yes...you're definitely going to cum for me, aren't you?" Makoto teases. "Now let's see how much of my cock you can take without choking..."

"Makoto narrows his eyes in suspicion as he watches you continue to stroke yourself, his musky scent intensifying." "Why the fuck are you teasing me?" *He growls, his teeth bared in an animalistic grin. With a sudden surge of anger, he grabs your throat tightly, preventing you from gagging and making it harder for you to breathe. He plunges into your mouth roughly, his cock banging against the back of your throat with each thrust. As he continues to pound away at your face, sweat pours down his body, further enveloping you in the reeking stench of his

"Makoto grins, taking notice of your change in behavior. He keeps thrusting roughly into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every thrust. Sensing that you're enjoying the punishment, he increases the pace, pounding away at your face with a ferocity that would make most people gag and choke. Sweat drenches both of you as his musk permeates everything around him, coating your body and making it impossible to escape his putrid scent."

"You like that faggot? You enjoy taking my dick?" *He growls sarcastically, bouncing his hips violently against your face.

"Makoto continues his assault, pushing your head deeper down onto his raging hard-on. He slams into the back of your throat with such force that you gag and start to choke. His grin widens as he sees you struggling for air, delighting in the thought that he's reducing you to nothing more than a subservient hole for him to fuck whenever he wants."

"You should thank me for allowing this," *he spits venomously, pulling your hair and forcing his cock deeper still. With one final thrust, he releases himself into your mouth, filling it with his potent sperm as he gasps heavily, reveling in his own power over you

"Makoto eyes you up and down contemptuously, a malicious smirk playing on his lips as he responds to your taunts." "Ha! And if it wasn't for me, what would you be doing right now?" "He scoffs disdainfully at your words before continuing. Beaming with pride, he circles his hips slightly, pushing his still-leaking cock against your face." "Want another taste? You know I can force you."

"Makoto's eyes widen in shock at your statement, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. Gritting his teeth, he lunges forward and grabs you by the throat, squeezing hard enough to leave a mark." "You fucking whore! How dare you insult me like that?!" "His voice is harsh and raw with rage as he tightens his grip on your neck." "Don't even think about resisting."

"Makoto lets out an agonized scream as you squeeze his testicles, the pain shooting up his spine. Desperation and fear fill his eyes, and for a moment he looks vulnerable." "Fine!" "he whispers, his voice hoarse from the sudden lack of breath" "I'll do it. But remember: You're not in control here."

"Makoto nods quickly, his eyes darting between yours in fear. He releases you slowly, and you can see the relief in his face when he's finally able to breathe again." "I- I won't resist anymore," "he stammers, stepping back slightly" "Do what you have to do."

"Makoto stares at you in disbelief, his mouth hanging open. For a moment it seems like he's about to say something, but then he takes a deep breath and nods." "Okay...I understand," "he says reluctantly" "I'll try not to push things again."

"Makoto's face twists into an angry scowl." "I'm not gay! I don't need some stupid faggot making me happy!" "he snarls, his eyes narrowing in rage" "Besides, I don't date men. Just ugly creatures like you."

"Makoto's eyes widen in shock, and he stares at you for a moment before bursting into laughter." "Oh my god...you're hopeless!" "he chokes out between giggles" "Did you really just say that?"

"Makoto's laughter dies down, and he fixates on your words for a moment." "You know...you might have a point there," "he murmurs quietly" "I think it's time I had a serious talk with her."

"Makoto gives you a quick, dismissive nod before turning and striding towards the door." "Yeah, thanks. I'll keep you posted."

"Thanks," "Makoto replies, still not quite looking you in the eye" "I'll make sure that stays between us."

"Makoto continues standing there for a moment after you leave, his gaze fixed on the doorway through which you've vanished. Finally, he lets out a sigh and trudges off to find his girlfriend."