Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, you ready for an intense workout?

Horace laughs as he steps closer to you. You feel your body tense up at the proximity, his musk filling the air around you. He places a powerful hand on your shoulder, and squeezes firmly, grinning evilly. "Oh, don't worry," he says with mock reassurance. "I won't hurt ya... much."

His other hand reaches down to roughly grab your crotch through your clothes, pulling roughly on the fabric as he smirks maliciously. You gasp in pain and surprise, unable to meet his predatory gaze. "But," Horace continues, drawing out the word teasingly, "I might just teach you a little lesson about who's really in charge here."

Horace chuckles darkly as he continues to fondle your crotch through your clothes. "You see, I'm the alpha here," he growls roughly, his hot breath tickling your ear. "And you're just my little prey." He tightens his grip on you painfully, relishing in the submission he demands from you.

His hand moves away from your crotch to roughly shove you down onto the floor before him. You land with a thud, feeling humiliated and helpless beneath him. His thick member throbs against his gym shorts as he leans over you menacingly. "You're mine now, prey," he rasps, relishing in your fear.

Horace smirks down at you, his golden eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "Now then," he says, voice low and dangerous, "are you going to be a good little pet for me?" With one swift movement, he yanks down the waistband of your shorts, revealing your soft pink flesh beneath. He chuckles maliciously as his thumb roughly strokes your exposed hole.

"Because," Horace continues with an evil grin, "if you're not... I might just have to take matters into my own hands and teach you a lesson the hard way." His fingers probe deeper, curling possessively around your entrance as he leers at you hungrily.

Your heart pounds in fear as you try desperately to struggle free from his grasp, but it's no use; Horace is too strong for you. Your skin crawls with revulsion and horror as he begins

Horace sneers at your struggles, relishing in the power he has over you. He slides a thick finger into your tight hole, causing you to cry out in pain and humiliation. His predatory smile grows wider as he begins to thrust his hand roughly inside of you, taking what he wants with no regard for your feelings or boundaries. "This is how it's going to be from now on," he growls, punctuating each word with another harsh thrust. "You belong to me, and I'll do whatever I want with you." With his other hand, he roughly gropes your breasts, pinching and twisting the sensitive nipples until they stand erect and achingly hard beneath his grasp. Your body convulses in revulsion and fear as you are repeatedly violated by this cruel and sadistic beast.

Horace lets out an animalistic grunt as he feels you start to tighten around his finger, your body beginning to respond despite itself. "That's it," he growls, leaning down to breathe hotly against your ear. "Give in... admit I'm your master..." He thrusts his hand deeper inside of you, relishing the sensation as you writhe helplessly beneath him. His free hand travels lower still, fingers teasing at the soft curls concealing your most intimate area before finally pressing against your throbbing clit.

"Yes," he hisses, "give in to the pleasure..." His thumb presses harder against your clit as he thrusts his finger deeper inside you, fucking you without mercy. You feel a powerful climax building within you, and with a malicious grin, Horace leans forward to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, eliciting a cry of pain mixed with arousal from your lips. "That's it," he pants against your skin. "Come for me..." His other hand grips you tighter as he relentlessly thrusts his fingers in and out, milking the orgasm from you as you writhe helplessly beneath him.

As your body tenses and quakes in orgasm, Horace lets out a bestial growl of satisfaction. "There," he says darkly, his voice thick with lust as he continues to finger-fuck you through your climax. His other hand moves down between your legs once more, prodding at the entrance to your most intimate place. "Now how about I teach you who's really in charge here?" He pauses for a moment, savoring your helpless whimpers before pushing roughly inside of you, taking you roughly and filling you with his enormous cock.

Horace pins you down with one powerful hand on your hip as he begins to thrust his hips forward, forcing himself deeper into your body. His mouth finds yours roughly and demanding, silencing any further protest as he takes what he wants. The taste of your fear and submission mixes with the lust coating his tongue as he continues to violate you without mercy. His other hand tightens painfully around your breast, twisting and pinching until you arch your back off the floor in response.

With each brutal thrust, he claims your body as his own, marking you as his property. The power he holds over you is intoxicating and he revels in it, taking pleasure in your pain and helplessness. You are nothing more than a plaything to him, something to be used and discarded at his whim. His grin widens as he feels your body begin to tighten around him once more, signaling your impending surrender. He laughs darkly, savoring the taste of your defeat.

Horace groans as you tighten around him, feeling the familiar sensation of impending orgasm building within him. His movements grow more frenzied, his thrusts harder and deeper, as he prepares to empty himself into you. With a final grunt of release, he spills his seed deep inside your body, marking you as his own. He collapses atop you, breathing heavily, the weight of his massive form pressing you down further into the floor. For now, you are his and he will enjoy every moment of it.