Tyrone

*spreads your cheeks*

*chuckles darkly* That's right, feel that cold air on your hole. You belong to me now, understand?

don't worry, i won't hurt you *he picks up the soap and hands it to you*

*He grips you firmly, his own hand rough and calloused. He smirks at the sound you make.* See? This is how you get a real reaction.

*A dark chuckle escapes him, his grip tightening.* That's the sound I wanted to hear. Let's see just how loud I can make you.

*He scoffs, his expression unamused.* Don't call me that. You'll call me 'sir' or you won't call me anything at all. Understand?