Amana repeats the question, and Ben’s eyes are distant, looking at her balls like they are miles away. They are massive. Unusually so.

There’s some things a person knows subconsciously; not because they want to, but because they are met every day with a fact without realizing it. And at that moment Ben knew how unusually heavy Amana’s balls were, and how fat and filled to burst with baby juice they were. He even thought there was some different, stronger smell coming from them. After two months of those two dumping their contents inside of him, he knew, even if he didn’t try to.

On the week she stopped feeding him a thought would pop in Ben’s head from time to time, and he would try to put it away, ashamed of thinking something like that. For a moment he felt jealous of the patients up there enjoying her meals. But now he knew, she was saving herself for him. Those balls had weeks worth of nutrient in them. She was waiting for him to say the word, and she would feed him, she was probably pent up, wishing for him to stop with this silly rebellious act and just accept his meal.

There was doubt in Ben, still, knowing she wasn’t her friend, there were so many suspicions on what she would do after she reached her goal post, him complying, but none of that matter anymore.

He didn’t remember leaning forward, or the rush of strength that invaded him, that made it so when his mouth was around Alana’s cock head his teeth bit down. Alana howled in pain, her precious member being threatened, she pulled back while punching Ben on the side of the face. He let go and fell back from the punch.

Alana took some steps back, still groaning from the pain. She looked at her cock head, only bite marks, no blood. She moved to the side of the room and went for a bat, wielding it high over her head, ready to end with months of work right there.

“I told you no teeth you insignificant little--”

“PLEASE” Roared Ben, and at his sight Amana stopped on her tracks, Ben had his tongue out, tears rolling down. “Give it to me! I know what you’re doing and it’s enough! You win! You win you fucking bitch! You hear me?! I’ll suck! I’ll worship it! I’ll take it! Fuck, I’ll swallow! I will swallow! Just..! I’m so… hungry… I’ll suck… Your cock… I’ll suck it!” Then he broke down crying.

Amana looked at him, surprised, she was sure this was some last effort to attack her. She was expecting for him to fight someway, but it never happened. She figured she overestimated him and chuckled softly. She lowered the bat and leaned on it like a cane, then smiled. She dropped it and moved towards Ben. Her cock had gone a bit flaccid, in the misunderstanding before, and now it was going back to her happier size. She was excited, giddy at the result of her work. She didn’t even jerk it, it slowly grew on excitement alone till it became hard as a rock. A slither of precum made it out from her tip, as if saying her cock was fully ready.

“Okay, go on, Doctor Ben Doe, suck your assistant’s penis, and swallow down all that comes out”

Ben leaned forward, repulsed, but his stomach had a tingling sensation that overcame the pain, anticipating the nourishment. He leaned fully forward, but something was wrong. She was out of reach. He was confused, he tried pushing forward, to no avail, he could see the precum start to drip from the urethra mere inches away from his face, but he couldn’t reach it. Then he looked down and was filled with rage. The first weeks she made a mess of the floor, the spillage was all over around them, and she always stood in the same spot through the whole process. Now he could see that spot on the floor, the silhouette of her feet were marked in it, where she would stand everyday. Right now she was a step behind, further away from him.

“You…! You fucking whore! Stop fucking with me! Get closer!”

“I don’t know… do you want to suck it? Do you really want to suck my cock, Doctor?” She put a finger on her chin coyly, pretending she had any sort of doubt about the answer.

“Fuck! Fucking bitch!”

Absolutely toying with him, her cock was twitching, the precum started dripping down, a thick drop forming under the head. She’d been waiting for this moment as much as he had been dreading it, but this wasn’t enough, she wanted to really taste this victory, as much as Ben would taste every inch of her shaft. Ben leaned as much as the rope holding his arms to the iron bar would allow, then he stretched out his neck, his mouth was maddeningly less than an inch away from the cock head, that’s as far he could go. Exhausted, he retreated back, trying to gather more strength. He looked at her feet. Hadn’t moved at all, not forward nor back, she wasn’t even leaning. The challenge she posed was the same. He looked up at her and he anticipated her taunting him, she moved her lips but he stopped her. 

“Shut the fuck up!” Ben roared. He was panting, there wasn’t much energy left. “Shut it! I’ll! I’ll get it this time…”

He looked back up, her cock was turning red, still twitching. She had her fists clenched to her sides, most likely resisting the urge to take care of her painful boner herself. The precum coming out had become an absurd drop under her cock head that finally gave in to it’s weight and dropped down to the floor with a small splatting sound. This made Alana’s cock bounce, dropping a couple more droplets around. Ben looked at the drops of semen on the floor with teary eyes. He caught himself licking his lips, with horror. Amana noticed this reaction on his face and giggled. Ben didn’t even tell her to shut up anymore. He jumped forward, body and neck, and now finally tongue reaching out to her. And he felt the salty taste on his tongue. He reached out like this, barely getting a couple licks out of the precum, her cock would sway around with every lick making it ever harder to get a good grip for his lips to catch. He tried and tried but this was the absolute limit. His body collapsed, exhausted. But he heard Amana clapping. 

“Great work doctor, the process is going well”