You can't resist.

Your butt needs some tender loving care, and right now. You can't resist the urge. You move your right hand, slowly, carefully... Okay apparently not all that carefully, because you almost immediately bump into the spanking paddle, which falls off the bed and clatters to the ground, instantly causing you to fail the task, in an irreperable way. There's just no way you're going to be able to put the paddle back on the bed in the exact position he left it. You've fucked up, and now you're going to go hungry.

Still, at least you can give your sore asscheeks and thighs the attention they need. You sneak into the bathroom, hoping to find some moisturizing lotion. You don't find any of that, but there is some liquid handwash, which is better than nothing. You rub it into your red, bruised skin, gently soothing the pain, and then rinse it off with cold water.

When your stomach growls again, you are half tempted to try and order some food to your room while you wait, but it turns out that Blue has taken your phone with him, the bastard. You could try to sneak out, but you'd have no way of getting back in, since Blue has the only key card.

So instead, you are **** to wait in the boring empty room, for your tormentor to return and probably refuse to feed you, and perhaps punish you some more.

You expect to be kept waiting around for an hour or two, but Blue actually comes back in what can only have been 20 or 25 minutes. He finds you lounging on the bed, bored, and completely taken by surprise.

You quickly jump to attention, scrambling to your knees, crawling up to him, **** panic in your eyes.

"Master I'm so sorry I couldn't do it I really tried my best but it was just too painful and PLEASE don't punish me again, I can't take, it, I can't-"

"SILENCE." Blue snaps at you angrily, closing the door.

You shut up straight away.

"I must admit I'm disappointed. I thought you were more invested in staying a Pokemon Trainer than that." Blue remarks coldly.

You want to point out that all the voluntary servitude you've put yourself through so far is because of how invested you are in that, but he's ordered you not to speak.

"I had even brought up a full-on reward for you."

For the first time, you notice what he's holding in his hand. It's a plate, and on it is a bunch of cooked green beans, and also, a full, unblemished slab of medium-well steak. Not some small part left over from his own meal, but a whole new one, just for you. You let out a little gasp.

"But now, you surely don't deserve this." He layers his voice with mock, fake sorrow.

"Please. Please Master. I'm so hungry." You beg. You can't stay quiet any longer.

"Starving you all night does seem excessive cruel." Blue muses out loud. "But on the other hand, you must be punished."

And then, as if he has just had a moment of inspiration, but clearly having planned this all along, he gestures happily with his free hand. "But of course! Your steak needs some seasoning. And you can help."

You gulp, having a pretty good idea what he might mean.

Yep, you're right. You don't know whether it's good that you're starting to be able to predict his behavior or not, but it would seem that this time, your minds were going to the same place.

He places the food on the table... And then drops his trousers.

"If you could do the honors, please, Cumslut."

You gulp, and nod. Not only are you too scared of the consequences of disobedience, but you're actually too hungry to refuse any chance to eat this stake. Even if... Even if...

You take his stupidly thick cock in your hands and begin to masturbate it.

"I'm not going to use my mouth. It's off-limits, remember." You warn him.

"That's true. But once I transfer this steak into your ownership, it's not my fault if your voluntary consumption of it causes you to swallow down my spunk at the same time." He points out.

Now you see how and why this was his plan all along. Given that your mother had strictly instructed that he was only allowed to control you externally, and not anything 'inside' your body, meaning your orifices, he knew that it would clearly cross a line if he were to make you give him a blowjob, or to make you eat his cum. But if he was to ejaculate on something that you couldn't resist eating, well then, technically he'd be in the clear. Kind of.

The next few minutes pass painfully slowly, as you do your best to bring your rival to orgasm using just your hands. With his giant shaft, it takes two hands just to be able to grip it all the way around, never mind stroke it all properly.

"A healthy high-protein steak needs a healthy high-protein dressing, wouldn't you say, Cumslut?"

"...Yes Master." You reply, somewhat stroppily.

"I'm nearing the brink now. Make sure to aim it properly."

"...Yes Master."

You hold the tip of his cock over the legumes, in front of your delicious-looking steak. And then you pump it hard, feeling rather rotten about the fact that it's your own hands doing the work to spoil your dinner.

Blue tenses and grunts, and smiles that sinister smile of his as he ruins your meal with his spunk. The rope that fires out of his tip is unbelievably thick and voluminous, coating the entire middle section of the steak with a viscous, sticky glob that you immediately know will be impossible to properly wipe away.

Still, at least there's still a lot of meat that remains untainted by the gross cock snot.

"Haha!" Blue roars triumphantly, as a second rope, just as big as the first, fires out just a little to the left of the first, coating more of the steak.

Damn. Now less than half remains uncovered.

And then he shoves you away, and grips his shaft himself. He starts pumping aggressively, and three more giant ropes of spunk shoot out, and he makes sure that ALL the steak, and ALL the beans, have a full glazing of his impossibly impressive load.

And then apparently, he's still got more in the tank, so he swiftly picks up a small drinking glass, and empties his balls in there too. It fills up a third of the way - a full mouthful or two of slightly more watery 'drinking spunk' to the side of your plate.

"Perfect." He says happily, proudly surveying the splattered platter in front of you.

"Well, feel free to eat and drink your fill... For now. Remember, if I'm disatisfied by anything, I could just revoke your ownership of the meal at any time."

You're too stunned by the sheer volume of semen this man builds up in one day, to properly take in what he's saying. The volume... plus the thickness and the stickiness off it... It's just like nothing you've ever seen. This man undeniably won the genetic lottery when it came to everything to do with sex.

You have read that the average load of cum has around 200 million sperm in it. But that's because the average man only ejaculates a couple of milliliters.

You imagine that Blue's swimmers... those little fertile wrigglers that you're about to have to eat, if you don't want to sleep on an empty stomach... must number at least a few billion.

And yet, as disgusting as that thought is, you already know you're going to eat it all. You're just too hungry not to.

Each mouthful is hard work. Not because you're so disgusted by the cum that you struggle to bring it to your mouth - no, the cum might be a nasty, salty, disgusting slime, but you're too hungry for that to stop you. No, the issue is that the steak is rather chewy, and the added element of Blue's cum just makes it all the more weirdly slippery and challenging to masticate. Each mouthful of steak requires what feels like unending chomping and chewing before it's broken down enough to swallow, during which time Blue's semen swirls and swims around inside your gob, staining every corner and crevice of your mouth with its scent, and assaulting your taste buds with its bitter, salty taste.

After the first few painful mouthfuls, Blue raises his eyebrows expectantly. Perhaps he wants you to eat some of the vegetables as well?

Sure, you have no problem with that. In fact, your first mouthful of jizz=flavored green beans goes down much easier than the steak before it.

But he just raises his eyebrows even higher. What does he...

He nods towards the glass, occupied by an extra large mouthful of his baby batter. Okay, now the implication is clear. He can't **** you to drink it, but he can take away your food if you don't.

This feels really close to the line. A line which you really feel like you shouldn't let him cross. If he can **** you into drinking his cum, what's to stop him from threatening to spank you extremely hard unless you ride his cock? No, this isn't fair! He's not supposed to be allowed to make you put things inside you!

But also, this whole situation is hardly fair. Its somewhat nonsensical to be an external-only ****, for exactly the issue you just reasoned above. If he has a way to threaten you externally, you are essentially under duress and **** to give up the rest of your body too.

And so that line in the sand, that rule given by your mother... This is him slowly starting to delicately brush away the line, slowly at first so that you hardly notice, until soon enough it's completely gone.

You bite your lip, not liking this at all. If you are to make a stand, it needs to be right now. Before he's pushed too far.

But it could go badly. It could result in everything coming crashing down around you. Blue has the power to pull the rug from under you at any time, by reporting you to the League.

But of course, if he does that, he doesn't get to fuck your mom. He has something to lose too. You need to use that. Now.

"What do you think my mother would say if she knew you'd instructed me to drink that glass of cum?" You challenge him directly, removing the layer of subtlety from the situation.

"I'm doing no such thing!" He throws back his hands, trying to feign innocence.

"Good." You say, as strictly as you can. And then return, pathetically, to eating another bite of the semen-coated steak.

"But I am about to remove your permission to eat that steak." He warns.

"Go ahead." You challenge him, ferocity in your eyes, as you viciously chew, and then gulp down, another dollup of his special sauce.

Is this really dumb? Are you really about to deny yourself a full meal to consume a little bit less of what you're already swallowing a whole huge amount of?

Blue looks extremely undecided for a moment, and then sighs.

"Fine. Go ahead. Finish it." He concedes.

Holy shit. It worked. You won. You feel like that line in the sand has just been drawn again, deeper and harder this time, more difficult to brush away.

You eat the rest of your salty steak feeling weirdly triumphant.

Finishing off with a second forkful of sticky, slimy legumes, your meal is complete, and despite knowing that your stomach is half full of this asshole's spunk, you feel satisfied. This is much better than going to bed hungry.

"Bed time, then." Blue says suddenly.

"Yes please." You hold your head high.

A flash of annoyance crosses his face for a moment, then is gone, replaced by a neutral face. He's still mad that he didn't get you to drink that glass, isn't he.

"Lie on the bed, horizontally, at the top, by the headboard. On your front." Blue pushes the pillows onto the floor, to make room for where he wants you to lie.

You silently obey. You prefer this to lying on your back, to be honest, because your butt is still sore. It's nicer to have the cool air on it, than the weight of your body pressing it into the mattress.

That is, until Blue gets into bed too. And uses your sore butt, as the place to lie his own head. You squeak with dismay, and a little pain.

"Hmm, this pillow is a tad squeaky. Perhaps it needs adjustment." Blue says casually, and then thwacks you on the thighs.

You squeal, causing Blue to hit you again. This continues two more times until you finally manage to get your voice under control, and say silent as he slaps your sore spot.

"Better. Goodnight, Pillowslut."

"Goodnight." You growl, annoyed with both the new name, and how uncomfortable it is to have Blue lying on you like this.

It's clear that this is Blue's **** for making him feel annoyed, when you pushed back about the glass of cum. And now, because of that, you don't know if you'll be able to get much sleep tonight.

Was it worth a night of discomfort to get that line clearly marked in the sand?

Blue drifts off into a peaceful slumber, and you notice that his massive meat rod is once again rising to full mast, evidence of his impossibly impressive libido. With the freuqency that he can use that thing, and the clear willingness he's shown to destroy people's assholes with it...

Yes, yes it was definitely worth it.