Balls on the Line

"Fucking bitch... tongue that hole and scoop out his mess, yeah, just like that.... how's the salty taste of another man's sperm?" Her voice rose on that last point and I stopped for a minute, frozen and horrified. As a Doctor the obvious questions scrambled through my head even as what was left of my masculinity screamed at me.

I should have known better than to stop, even so.

"What the FUCK? Did I SAY you could stop? Little bitch I am so fucking close... if you don't get that tongue back to work on his cum I swear to god I am going to..." Her voice trailed off as I heard 'his cum'. I couldn't believe what was happening.

Or what I did next.

I continued to lick her ass out as it were a delicious slice of heaven. Because for some reason, to me, just then, it really was.

My wiring was so gone and criss-crossed I couldn't stop myself even as I tried to figure out what day it was and what the fuck was going on.

"Yesss... back to work, little bitch... god yes, just like that... don't even slow down or I am going to fuck you up. Yesss.... more... uhnnnnn..." She was grinding against my face as I sat there, pressed down into the couch, my face practically just a sex toy for her use. She rode my tongue and face like I was a saddle and all I could do was keep licking her out, slurping down whatever slime dribbling down my throat out of the tasty crack of her delicate ass.

"Fuck yes, much better... so close... oh god..." I could feel her fingers working her sex even as my tongue burrowed ever further into her asshole. I was rimming her and she was about to cum because of my tongue deep in her rosebud.

"Yes, bitch... you are such a little bitch... if I knew it was THIS easy to get you to lick my ass I would have fucked around on you a LONG time ago.... god yes..." She was lost to her own comments, ignoring me completely as she fucked my face, hard.

"Oh, so close now, don't you dare stop or I will slap your shit around like the whore you really are.. that's it... my fucking whore... no sex for you and you bury your tongue up my shithole like it was a fucking cheesecake. You disgusting little maggot... fuck yeah... keep moving that tongue just like that, fuck... god damn you are getting me off... little whore..."

Her filthy words only served to spur me on. I could only cradle her tender cheeks in my hands as my mouth suckled at her ass. Her fingers were pounding away from the front as my face became part of her rear. She kept grinding on me, heedless of my need to breath, and all I could do was snatch a gasp of air to one side as my tongue stretched to the limit to drive into her. I never let it leave her flesh, not even for a second, partly because I was afraid of another beating, but also, in some twisted way, i wanted to make her happy. I wanted to bring her pleasure even at the cost of my pride, my manhood, my relationship.

"Bitch.. fucking little bitch with his tongue all up my ass. Where is your smart ass medical jargon NOW you fucking tool? Nope, your tongue is only good for one thing and that is riding my ass until I finish!"

And at that moment a thought drilled into my brain like a hot knife. My head felt like it would split open in the moments that her gasping became orgasmic.

I wasn't going to cum. I was stiff as a fucking board, straining in my pants as I sat there impotently tonguing her ass out for her pleasure. My own, neglected, cock dripped uselessly in my pants while she enjoyed a hammering orgasm.

"FUCK! Fuck YES!! Do NOT stop you fucking bitch...."

Her ass convulsed on my face as she shuddered through it. I knew when she was truly cumming, and I could feel her hot flesh warp around my head as she finished herself off, my tongue sore and throbbing as I drove it home into her.

I wasn't going to cum. I wasn't allowed. The fucking insanity of it all was that I was not ALLOWED to cum?

The idea drove me crazy but all I could do was finish my former girlfriend's orgasm, and keep cleaning out her hungry asshole. All the while her moans kept throbbing through my face, the vibrations from her cheeks, as she smothers me.

"Uhnn.... yes...god, another one... fuck..." After shuddering for what seemed an eternity, she rested against my face, her ass hot and I could feel her breathing slow. She was coming down and could barely stand. Her orgasm had rocked her completely and I was waiting, desperately, for the sweet words of praise afterwards.

It would be a long wait.

"You are such a fucking bitch, aren't you?" Her voice still had that glow of pleasure but there was no trace of gratitude or understanding. Her tone was cold and cruel.

"God you just tongued my ass, and cleaned out a real man's cum? I fingered myself to a great orgasm and you just sat there and didn't even TRY to touch yourself? How fucking pathetic is THAT? Do you even KNOW why you just sat there and ate my ass without even thinking of yourself?" Her voice had a sweet tinge to it that made my skin crawl. Her derision and sarcasm was thick and it was all I could do to avoid crying. Or running away like some scared child.

"God you make me sick..." She couldn't even look at me as she straightened herself up, hiking her soaked panties up and flattening out her skirt as if nothing happened. And without even acknowledging that I was sporting a painful boner staring straight up at the ceiling through my tented pants.

"Fucking weak ass..." And she turned and walked to the bedroom without even looking at me.

"But Nancy, I love you..." If she heard it, she didn't seem to care. The door slammed shut and I could hear our... that is HER... bedroom door lock shut. Denied to me like so many other things now.

I sat there, no idea how long, just staring down and wondering why I didn't raise a finger through it all.

Her coming home... unkempt.

The slapping assault that would clearly leave marks. I could feel my face numb in places from her hands.

Her ordering me to tongue her used ass clean. And my obedience.

The orgasms she felt while I sat here... unattended.

And the final insult. After coming home so late after clearly enjoying the pleasure of another man, a 'real man' as she said, she went to bed and locked me out of what was once 'our' bedroom. I would sleep on the couch, if I could sleep at all. So pent up and frustrated, all I could do was fume.

Until my phone rang. Without looking I answered. Maybe Nancy had changed her mind and rather than get up, simply apologize over the phone?

"Hey assclown."

Jake's voice dispelled the illusion.

"Hi Jake."

"Fuck, you really are a mess. You just got fucked over by Nancy, you just ate her ass out while SHE orgasmed, you get locked out of the bedroom and all you got in you is 'Hi Jake'. Nancy's right. You ARE a little bitch, aren't you?"

"Well, it isn't exactly like that..."

"Fuck you. What did I say?"

"I...."

"Spit it out, asshole."

"You're right. I am a bitch." The words tumbled out again numbly. I felt like a puppet just dancing to whichever Master pulled my strings.

"Yup. A total bitch. Bet you STILL haven't touched yourself, have you?"

"I.... that is..."

"Fucking say it. I have no patience with you, boy."

"I didn't touch myself."

"You didn't touch yourself WHAT?" His voice was stern, commanding. I was getting used to it.

"I didn't touch myself Sir."

"HA! You really are a joke. Fucking spineless little bitch. Stay horny, asshole. The only time you get to cum is when I make you PAY for it. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Excellent. The dog can be trained."

For a moment I thought about saying something to this latest degrading insult. I finally did...but it wasn't what you might expect a man to say under the circumstances.

"Thank you, sir."

But then, I knew I wasn't really a man anymore. Not exactly.