Choking on Authority | Kinktober Day 18 – Deepthroating | The Boys

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Joe Kessler was not a man who asked twice, nor was he someone who tolerated anything less than complete, unhesitating compliance. When he wanted your undivided attention, he didn't just take it—he forced you to choke on it.

The heavy wooden door of his private office clicked shut with a sharp, final lock. The room was dark, smelled faintly of expensive bourbon and worn leather, and held an oppressive, thick tension. Kessler didn't say a word as he unbuttoned his suit jacket, tossing it onto his desk before slowly undoing his leather belt with a methodical, practiced ease.

His dark, piercing gaze never left your face as he took two heavy steps forward, closing the distance between you until his imposing frame towered directly over you.

"Down," Kessler commanded softly, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that left zero room for negotiation. He didn't wait for you to move on your own, his large, heavy hand clamped firmly onto the back of your neck, his calloused fingers entangling in your hair, and forced you down to your knees onto the rug right at his feet.

The leather of his pants rustled as he freed his thick, heavy , already slick and fully erect, pressing the warm head directly against your lips. He cupped your jaw with his free hand, his thumb digging into your cheek to force your mouth open.

"Look at me," Joe growled low in his chest, pulling your hair just enough to tilt your chin up so your eyes met his. "You're going to open up nice and wide for me, sweetheart. I want every single inch of this down your throat. No gagging, no pulling away... You take it until I say you're done."

Without giving you a second to catch your breath, his hand on your neck tightened, and he thrust his hips forward, guiding himself deep into your mouth. He pushed past your teeth, past your tongue, sliding straight into the tight, wet constriction of your throat in one slow, deliberate press.

Your eyes immediately watered as your body fought the overwhelming reflex, but Kessler’s grip on your hair was ironclad, holding your head flush against his thighs. He didn't back off. He stayed buried deep, letting you feel the full, suffocating weight of him filling your throat completely.

"That's it... choke on it," Kessler praised darkly, a cruel, satisfied smirk curling his lips as he felt your throat contract around him. His thumb wiped away a drop of drool spilling down your chin before he pulled back just enough to let you drag in a desperate gulp of air, only to shove himself right back down to the root. "Take it all like a good boy."

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