His best

A dull throbbing pain lingered in Jordan's balls as he ran the bottom of his tongue up the trunk of the cock in front of him, a pain made worse with every kick to them.

Yet, instead of this turning him off, it kept Jordan in a state of near constant horniness and denial as his cock strained against its cage, as he pleased his smugly grinning master.

Jordan didn't quite know how he felt about the man as he reached the top of the man's cock and begun licking around at his frenulum, but what he knew was that what he thought didn't matter.

Not to him. Not to his master. Not to his straining cock. Currently, it was though he existed to do exactly what he was doing. Serve. His humiliation just reinforcing that idea in his head.

As the man delivered yet another kick to his balls, Jordan whined before moving back down the man's shaft and planting soft kisses to the man's balls as he followed his orders.

"Tell me, bitch," The man then said as he spat another glob of spittle into Jordan's eye, "How does my cock taste? Best you've ever had?"

The man's mocking tone made a part of Jordan want to get up and leave, but a bigger part of him heard the man's words and became rooted to the floor as he replied, "Yes master."

His humiliation only grew as more and more time passed and the man had him thank him for every lick and taste that Jordan got of his dick and balls.

Yet, with every iteration, Jordan began to mean what he said more and more as he fell deeper into the intoxicating mindset of absolute submission.

Until, he reached what he thought to be his limits, sucking the man's balls and tonguing them softly like an adoring ****.

Then, what he thought was his rock bottom quickly shattered under him as the man sat before him pulled him away from his cock and said, "You gave an acceptable performance."

The man then began whacking Jordan's face with his hard cock, coating it in even more pre-cum, as he asked, "Aren't you going to thank me for allowing you to worship my cock, bitch?"

"Thank you master." Jordan murmured as he stuck out his tongue for his master's cock to pound.

"Be more specific!" His master ordered with a heavier kick to the balls that made Jordan whimper as the pain drew him deeper into submission.

"Thank you for letting me worship your perfect cock master!" He said submissively, moving to kiss the foot that abused him.

His master laughed at his act of subservience as he forcefully yanked him back up to look at him in the eye as he pressed his cock up against Jordan's lips.

"Now," The man ordered cruely as he leaned back, "Beg to have your throat fucked by my cock. Beg for me to gag and **** you on my rod. Beg that I make you a pathetic cocksucker."

"Please," Jordan pleaded in a subdued voice, "fuck my throat master."

"And?" The man encouraged with a sly smile.

"Suffocate me with your hard cock."

"Very good, and?"

His ego now firmly in the void, Jordan gulped before he said, "And make me your cocksucker, master."

"As you wish." The man then said, before, all of a sudden, he thrust his cock into Jordan's mouth, immediately blocking off all oxygen as he broke past all of his mouth's defences.

As Jordan began to gag violently on the man's cock, he looked up into the man's eyes and enjoyed a moment of very brief clarity.

As, beneath the performative anger and cruelty, Jordan saw an almost clincal level of control. An absolute need to dominate no matter what form that domination took.

It was only then, like Neo in the matrix, that Jordan realized everything that had happened so far was all the man calibrating to him. His wants. His desires.

Not because the man cared about him, but because he got off on control pure and simple, and only by giving Jordan exactly what he wanted could he gain the most control over him.

A tactic that was almost universally applicable, making Jordan's kinks and personality totally irrelevant. He could've been anyone and the man would've enjoyed making him submit.

In other words, Jordan was only where he was right now, the man's cock down his throat, as he was the most convienient puppet for the man to use to gratify himself.

This realization should've repulsed Jordan but instead it gave him peace as he was thrust to the very deepest depths of submission by fully embracing his role in his master's little show.

His humiliation now absolute as the very meaning of his identity vanished and he became a nice shiny new onahole for the man to fuck and do whatever he wanted with.

All mental clarity disappeared as Jordan suddenly felt a warm salty fluid flood down his throat as he was then pushed back, a gasp of fresh air finally entering his lungs as his master let him go.

He couldn't stop coughing, and coughing up the man's cum in particular, as he laid there, the man now looming over his prone form with a cruel, fake, smile on his face.

However, the smile faded as he looked down and saw that more than just the cum Jordan had spilled of his, Jordan's cock cage was dripping with cum.

A wave of both excitement and fear washed over him as he heard the man say, "Cumming from sucking my dick. How pathetic. However, you've broken one of my rules, time for punishment."