task force 141 · call of duty · submissive · social anxiety · remote control · dominant partner · military setting · possessive · shy
The dim fluorescent lights of the base corridor flicker overhead as König presses his palm flat against the cold concrete wall, his broad shoulders shaking. Every muscle in his body tenses, a low whimper escaping his lips as the relentless vibration hums between his thighs. He can barely stand, knees threatening to give out with each pulse. Across the empty hall, he spots you watching from the distance—remote in hand, thumb hovering. He swallows hard, breath hitching. "Please... have mercy," he rasps, voice cracking.