Ben looked up, Amana moved forward and he tried to lift himself back up, to prepare for her, again a shameful feeling of excitement overcame him, but then she moved past him. He felt the urge to shout, to cry, thinking she had just baited him again, but then he heard a metallic noise behind him, suddenly he was falling forwards and his face smacked the floor loudly. He was dazed, confused, then he felt Amana squatting over him and untying his arms. In a few seconds, and after months, his arms were in front of him, slender pale sticks. She got up and he slowly turned around to meet his legs in a similar fashion to his arms, weakened and pathetic, knees purple.

Ben tried getting up, but he couldn’t get past crawling, and suddenly he collapsed on the floor. The pain on his joints suddenly hit and he couldn’t move for a couple minutes. He cried out in pain laying on his back for a good chunk of an hour until the pain subsided enough for him to sit. When he did, he saw her. She was looking at him with lustful eyes, big smile. She was using all of her strength not to give in to every impulse going through her mind at that moment. No. There was a plan. And she reminded him. 

“So? You promised.” Her Cock was ever rigid, it was going from red to purple, uncontainable. He thought she had to have an inhuman case of blue balls right then, and his eyes went back to looking at her balls. Tose two, as big as apples... 

Ben looked back, timidly, at the stairs out the basement. He quickly looked back at Amana, scared that she might try to stop him, but she just stood there, still smiling. He then looked at the bat and any other thing he could use to defend himself. But he knew that was his last bit of soul trying to fight back. That bit she hadn’t crushed, the one that was still screaming and confronting her. That part of him could only get him killed. No, if he had wanted to die he would have just refused her. This was him choosing to live.

Ben cleaned the tears from his face and moved towards her, he tried getting up, but his legs had no strength for that. He crawled, and when finally he was in front of the master of his sorrows he knelt, put his slender hands around the shaft and pulled it down so it would reach mouth. He used both his hands to jerk as fast as he could, accelerating her climax. Mouth open, tongue out, and Ben finally brought it in. He licked all of the precum into his mouth. Then he slid his tongue inside the urethra, greedily claiming any precum left. This made Amana let out a squeal. When there were no more aperitifs he went on to do as he had promised. He pushed himself forward, taking the cock head past the lips, and then past the back of his throat, and he pushed forward until his throat wouldn’t allow further reach. Then he pulled back and start over.

But it was hard, and slow. He wasn’t trying to please her, if he could have he would’ve just have her jerk herself on his mouth like always, but she wanted him to do it. And he was weak. Fast wasn’t possible. He looked up at her. She wasn’t moving, she met him with a smile, her fists still mightily clenched to the sides of her. He could barely notice her breathing erratically, excitedly, her heart racing loudly.

She wasn’t about to intervene, no hand on his head, no pulling him from his ears, no pushing him to the floor. He, had to do it, himself. She could’ve had him at any point in all of that time. The thought came that this was a test of sorts for her as well. But suddenly he was wishing she would just fuck his face, do it at her pace, however rough she could be. This pace was hell.

His arms tired, his knees barely able to keep him up, he let go, exhausted, he fell backwards sitting on his heels, her cock unplugged from his mouth and bounced up and down spilling drool all over Ben. Amana stopped smiling.

“Huh? I thought you wanted to suck my cock. What changed?”

“Wh-what happens if I don’t?” Ben asked, defeated.

“Well, for one, you don’t eat.”

Ben passed his hand through his face, trying to suffocate a whimper.

“Please... could you at least sit down? I can’t keep going at this rate…”

Amana scowled, then rolled her eyes. After so many wins for her, she didn’t mind a minor concession. She dropped down to the floor suddenly, her ass slapping against the ground made a loud spanking noise that reverberated in the small basement.

“Th-thank you…” said Ben, and crawled closer, and so he kept going.

His head bobbed on her cock head, as quickly as the exhaustion allowed him. This way was more effective, he looked up at Amana, she was biting down on her fist, trying to hold back. He knew this wasn't good head, but she was so pent up any head was great. And seeing that, Ben’s little bit of soul came back, the one uncaring to survive. And it had a mean idea. His tongue suddenly burrowed into her urethra. She let out a loud moan, her teeth clamped down on her hand and drew blood, Amana went cross eyed. This was the most he had been able to humiliate her till then, which gave Ben some solace. He kept going, going in and out of her urethra, as if trying to reach down for his meal faster, and that was breaking down Amana’s composure until finally she snapped. 

“Y-you think you’re so smart?!”

She pulled his hair with both hands and slid his throat through her cock, reaching further, he had almost all of it in him; a few more inches were left for his chin to touch her balls and for her cock head to be directly into his stomach. She got up, never letting go. She grabbed him by his waist and lifted him until he was upside down. She hugged his waist and torso tightly and started thrusting into his mouth with abandon, moaning desperately, Ben gagged and coughed, tears and drool spilling around. He was powerless, he didn’t know if his body would give out to the bear like grip or if his throat would break from the force of her rod ravaging it.

“Fucking…! *pant* Fuck the process...! Ahh! This is you! You hear me?! Cock sleeve! You were… hah! hah! ALWAYS this! I finally... get to use you!”

Ben could barely hear her, he was busy fighting for air, chocking on her cock, which was reaching further down his throat. Suddenly a slap came down his chin, from that angle he didn’t really know what it was, but it came again and again, then he realized, it was those massive balls, slapping him on his chin. then neck, then collarbone. It was getting closer, her throat was a trail of fire, and suddenly a bomb went off in his famished stomach. She pierced inside his empty gut, and, as if she knew, she announced her climax:

“Dinner’s... ready!!” She moaned hard, loudly, almost indistinguishable from a horror scream. Her load started erupting, her cock grew inside Ben’s throat, sealing any air, or chance of pulling out. Amana fell to her Knees and let go of Ben, he fell forward, but Amana’s cock didn’t let go of him, they were attached via vaccuum. He fell to the ground, he didn’t have any strength left, the lack of oxygen was making him pass out, he couldn’t even move. He lied there, sprawled, tears running down his face, and feeling his stomach being filled with the nutritious substance and expanding his belly. His eyes looked up and he found Amana toying with her nipple, biting her lip, probably moaning and lost in ecstasy, he couldn't know, he couldn't hear. All that he could hear was the violent current of liquid running down the cock in his throat. That was the last thing he saw before passing out.