"Get on your knees."

Not hesitating, you softly reply "Yes, sir," and step out of the locker. Your legs are so tired that you collapse to your knees anyway, catching yourself with your hands and letting your head bow in submission. You wait hopefully, eager for him to unbuckle his pants, to take his dick out, to use you. You want to be used; you're meant to be used. To your delight, you hear the sound of his belt, then his zipper, but you don't look up yet. You're a good ****, and you wait for instructions.

"Suck it." He commands. You look up, his cock hangs directly in front of you, slowly growing harder. "Yes, sir." You start to slowly kiss his cock, and a tremble runs through your body. This feels right. You take his cock into your mouth, wrapping your tongue around it and bobbing forward. He grunts in satisfaction and you sense a small glimmer of pride. Eager to please, you start swallowing his dick with enthusiasm, gagging occasionally as it hits the back of your throat. You suck hard and vigorously, and it doesn't take long before Patrick's hips thrust towards you, sending his shaft deeper into you. Your eyes roll back as you struggle to breathe, but push the feeling aside as you serve your master.