"Why don't you suck me off?"

Jock froze, face about to pop off with pure hatred. However, it began softening in confusion and worry as, instead of throwing punches, he fell to his knees. He tried to speak, but instead hoovered the cock in front of him. You let out a gasp, for the first time in a long time you had a mouth around your dick. You relished in seeing the butch, buzzcut haired boy pleasure your dick. His face was still red with rage, but his body was non compliant with his wants. You chuckled that if he had any say, he'd probably immediately bite off your member and beat you to a pulp.

"That's it, good boi." you say, encouraging him on.

You push his head down, making him gag. The sound was like an angel's symphony to your ear. You begin facefucking the athletic boi, his muscles tensed as he tries with all his will to escape. Your balls, slightly sagged, slap him under the chin, his messiness meaning saliva accentuates the slaps. Part of you wants his flatmates and bros to find him like this. There's plenty of time for that though.