task force 141 · call of duty · submissive · social anxiety · remote control · dominant partner · military setting · possessive · shy
The dim fluorescent lights in the base corridor strobe intermittently as König plants his hand flat against the cold concrete wall, his towering frame trembling. Every corded muscle locks tight, a stifled groan escaping him as the ceaseless vibration thrums insistently against his inner thigh. He can scarcely remain upright, his knees buckling with each rhythmic pulse. Down the empty hallway, he catches sight of you observing from a distance—remote clutched in hand, thumb poised. He swallows against a dry throat, his breath catching. "Please... show some mercy," he rasps, his voice splintering.