He doesn't even smile at his victory; Shinjirou's earlier defiance had thoroughly ruined his good mood. It's only now that his rage is beginning to simmer down. He's been aroused earlier, and although some of that had faded, his cock is still mostly hard when it slaps against Shinjirou's reddened cheek.

"I'm going to come on your face," he grunts, forcing his cock into Shinjirou's mouth and down his throat with one hand. He's won completely. There's nothing to be afraid of; there had never been anything to be afraid of. "Then I want to see you offering to suck off anyone who's watching. Your mouth's the only thing good about you, we might as well put it to use."