Getting to it The perfect formula chapter 10 by Yiggi

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 against 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, no better state than his arms, weakened and pathetic, knees, purple. 

Ben tried getting up, but he couldn’t get past crawling, suddenly he collapsed on the floor. The pain on his joints suddenly hit all at once, he couldn’t move in the slightest 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 the slight red to a shade of 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 squirmed towards her, and when finally he was in front of the master of his sorrows he knelt, with the last remainers of his strenght. His slender hands found themselves around the shaft and pulled it down so it would reach his mouth. Both his hands jerked as fast as he could; even if it wasn't that fast he was accelerating her climax. Mouth open, tongue out, Ben finally brought it in. He licked all of the precum into his mouth. The excited tingle in his stomach came back.

His tongue slid inside the urethra, greedily claiming any precum left. This made Amana let out a squeal. When there were no more aperitifs in there 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 started 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 weakened. 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, knuckles white. He noticed faintly her breathing, erratically, excited, her heart racing loudly. 

She didn't want 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. The wait, the effort, it 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.” She said monotonely, a glimmer of hate shined on her eyes.

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. Ben whimpered and fell back, scared. 

“Th-thank you…” said Ben, and crawled closer, standing on knees and hands her cock was barely beneath him. This gave him more mobility, 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 slightly. 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 roared

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. She grabbed him by his waist and lifted him until he was upside down. She hugged his waist and torso tightly, abruptly got up and started thrusting into his mouth with abandon, moaning desperately, Ben gagged and coughed, tears and drool spilling around. 

Suddenly he was panicking, his hands moved trying to do anything to stop her, but he was powerless. The hunger was overrun by terror he didn’t know if his body would give out to the bear-like grip crushing him or if his throat would break from the force of her rod ravaging it. He was crying, ocassionaly fainting from lack of oxygen till Amana occasionally pulled out on accident. He would gasp and scream and beg but she would reposition her cock with a single shaky hand while the other kept him in position. Then she kept going. 

“Fucking…! *pant* Fuck due 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, his 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 where she was, she let go of her climax:

“Dinner’s... ready!!” She moaned in a loud roar, almost indistinguishable from a horror scream, louder than what Ben was able to muster all those months. If someone were outside, down the hill, on the street, they would've heard it faintly.

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 out the cock in his throat. That was the last thing he remembered before passing out.