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Sleeping Dogs Still Bite III (Knox)

Knox wasn't sure what thought was going through his head when Victor's cock presented as if it was a hammer in his face. Knox was sure there wasn't any thought at all since everything went blank the moment his eyes zeroed in on the man's appendage.

The picture was a sheer lying imitation of it. It was huge. Knox felt his throat tighten from just looking at it. Victor's hold on the back of his head was harsh, almost bruising as he looked down at him with barely any sanity on his face, just building wrath.

The man was pissed. He was so pissed, Knox was sure all of it was relocating into the desired location to teach him a lesson, to put him back into his place. That desired location was wrapped poking out of his boxers and Victor's hands were pulling it down.

There was no fucking way a man could be so huge. How Victor walked around with that monster was a true tale of his personality. The world was an unfair son of a bitch. Knox grimaced when he could finally snap his eyes away from that and met Victor's narrowed blazing, angry and irrational eyes.

"Are you going to shove that down my throat? What good will that even do?" Knox spat. Victor's fingers curled in his hair even more, stretching his neck back impossibly more than it should go. The ache was zapping through him but he kept his face steady and held back the whine of pain.

He wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction.

"It will make you understand since nothing has, that I'm not one to fuck with, Lieutenant," Victor hissed back, stepping forward to push his hips closer to Knox's face.

"This is against the -,"

Victor pulled his head forward inching him even closer to that sledge hammer of a cock. Knox could feel its outline before it even touched him. He wanted to ignore the thing. He wanted to keep his eyes away from it and focus on Victor's face swelling in a mighty horrible rage but it was harder than anything he'd ever done in his life. His mouth was going dry from even imagining the tip going in. He wouldn't be able to even take hal-

"But didn't you ask for it?" Victor chided. He peered down at Knox with a look of pure restraint and an extreme urge to make him pay for ever trying to do him wrong. He moved his other hand to hold Knox's neck in an unforgiving clutch. Knox groaned from the discomfort. His knees were chaffing on the carpet underneath him.  Everything about this was sending him into a world of hurt but he still glared up at the man with contempt because he would be damned if he submitted to Victor now. He would rather get his mouth stuffed full of cock before he did that.

"Aren't you the one who said you wanted to lick it?" He continued in the most mocking tone.

"You know full well-," Knox started but his words were cut short by Victor's dropping his boxers and it sprung down towards his face. His dick hung low. It pointed straight towards Knox's chin with a small curve at its tip. It was massive. It was throbbing, pulsing and ready to put to use for the revenge Victor was about to seek.  Again, his mind went blank. Victor released his throat to wrap his hand around its base and tugged with a little raspy groan from his lips.

The man was harder than a rock. The tip oozed pre-cum down the length. Knox found himself shivering from just its look and the smell-, it was a good, clean, and barely there scent of freshly scented vanilla soap. He had to give credit where due. It was magnificent. It was the best-looking cock he's ever seen. The heady feeling should be his imagination but it wrapped around him abruptly. Even though Victor's hand wasn't on his throat, he felt hot and like he was suffocating. He felt too lightheaded with an unexplainable grip this had on him. Everything about this was ripping him off a scale he never knew he was on.

"I'm just fulfilling what you want, Knox," Victor mocked again in his grave tone of true dominance. The man was hellbent of making him taste the hell of his actions with his cock. Knox could feel it in his bones.