Chapter 51 - A Cock-Eyed Kiss [Emiru]

Emi was startled. What he said was surprising, but the way he said it so casually was just as shocking. Looking up at the large man from her position on her knees, he was fucking frightening. His muscular arms and his massive hands made the situation even worse. He could easily crush her neck if he wanted to. "Choke me? That's a little, uh.. excessive, isn't it?"

"Who's training who here?" Josh replied without looking at Emi. He was still typing away at his phone, and then he added, "Okay, one minute should do it. Just do your best not to pass out, okay?"

As Josh approached her, Emi began to panic, holding her hands up to stall the burly man. She needed more time to get comfortable with the idea. It's not that she didn't trust him with her fucking oxygen.. oh wait, no. She didn't trust him. She just fucking met the guy earlier that day. He was still a stranger in more ways than one. And her life was about to be in his–

With one direct swoop, Josh grabbed Emiru by the throat and raised her into the air effortlessly, only using his left hand while his right held his phone.

Emi began choking immediately. Her airway was obviously blocked, but what made the situation worse was her sheer shock of Josh's strength. He didn't even appear to be struggling as her whole body was hoisted into the air.

She was nothing to him.

Emi reached out and grabbed at his arm, but nothing she did disturbed him in any way. She clutched at the manly hand that was crushing her throat, but even two of her dainty paws couldn't force him to loosen his grip. Her feet flailed in the air.

What Emi hated the most, other than the fact that she couldn't breathe, was how little her opinion mattered. She had clearly been protesting when Josh went in to grab her by the neck. He knew she wasn't ready, but he still did it anyway! She'd probably be more okay with the situation if she had been given a bit more time. He just dropped a bombshell on her and expected her to be fine with it.

But she wasn't fine. She was struggling for her life. How had a full minute not passed yet? It seems like hours! Her thoughts were fuzzy. She couldn't really think straight, and her vision was getting blurry. Josh just stood there, smirking at her. He fucking liked it. He liked seeing her struggle.

Josh heard his phone buzz and glanced down to check the notification.

Another nude from Kyedae. Hah. Funny timing. Josh took a moment to open the message up and scroll through all the nudes she'd sent recently.

Josh looked up to make sure Emi couldn't see what he was looking at, but her eyes were rolling back into her head, so there were no worries there. She was much more focused on not passing out, as she should be. Josh opened up the best nude of the bunch and zoomed in. Just then, the timer went off on his phone, but he silenced it and continued admiring Kyedae's insane body.

Her fucking tits were so goddamn perky. Her Asian cunt was out of this world, but her face really was her best feature. Cumming all over it, spitting on her, slapping her silly.. he missed it. He missed abusing every one of her tight holes and seeing her struggle for air, just as Emi was doing now.

Oh, fuck. Emiru.

Josh looked up and saw that her face had turned from red to slightly bluish, and he immediately let go, which sent her crashing to the floor. With a small chuckle, he saw her collapse into the nearby dresser, banging her head on the way down. Her arms flailed, but there was no chance that she was coordinated enough to brace the impact in any way.

Josh kneeled down next to her as she sputtered and coughed for air. She was fine. Still conscious too. Just needed a bit of time to collect herself. Josh reached over and massaged her tits over her shirt at first, but then realized that there was no need to ease into it. He burrowed his hand underneath her crop top and her bra to grope her bare breasts, and their size was surprising, to say the least. One never knew how much a bra was helping in boosting the appearance of a breast, but in Emi's case, they surely did not do any heavy lifting. Her tits were fucking huge and felt fantastic in Josh's experienced hands. He tugged at her nipples as he waited for her to regain her awareness.

"Gluhh, uhh, uhhhh, uh.. oh my god," Emi stammered as she inhaled as much oxygen as she could. "You.. you asshole.."

Josh simply smirked in response. He grew bored of how long it was taking her to recover, so he grabbed a firm hold of her hair and began dragging her out of the room.

"Ahhh! Fucking hell, Josh!" she blurted out. "Ahh, fuck, stop! I can, ahhh.. I can stand!"

But Josh didn't want to waste any more time. He dragged the flailing girl out of the bedroom, into the hallway, and to her own room where the rest of their fun would continue. He flung the streamer forward and into the center of the carpet.

Josh looked off to his right and spotted her hamster yet again. It was looking at him curiously, clearly bothered by the sudden raucous. "You should probably look away. You won't like what I'm about to do."

As if heeding his warning, the hamster hurried back into its man-made burrow.

Emi massaged her scalp and fixed her hair at the same time. "Do you know how insane you are for doing that in the fucking hallway? Anyone could have spotted us! What would happen then? You don't fucking think anything through, do you? You just do shit and hope it fucking works."

Josh loved her feisty side. It gave him that much more fuel to punish her without feeling guilty.

"Guess I'm lucky that no one else lives on this floor, huh? I already scoped out all the rooms. You really should give me more credit, you know."

Emi rolled her eyes and touched the back of her head. "Ah, fuck. I think.. I think I hit my head.. when you fucking let me go. You're a fucking maniac, you know that?"

"You need a maniac," Josh argued. "A gentleman won't treat you the way you need to be treated. Not if you really want to be put in your place."

"At least a gentleman wouldn't have let my head bash against the wall!" she replied as Josh approached her, grabbing her by the hair once more and raising her to bend over the bed. "Ahhhh! Fucking asshole."

He shook his head and ripped down her pajamas and her g-string, sliding them all the way off and tossing them in the corner of the room. "It doesn't matter that you hit your stupid head. Actually, it's probably a good thing that happened."

Emi looked back at the shirtless man incredulously. "A good thing? A good thing?! You're so fucking mean.. I asked you to turn me into a whore, not to fucking hurt me! If you don't care about my well-being–"

"Listen," Josh blurted out, interrupting her rant as he pinned her hands behind her back and forced her face into the bed. "I've done this before, okay? You are fucking stupid in every way that matters." Emi rolled her eyes at the unnecessary jab as the first of his spanks made contact with her ass cheeks. "But you're also fucking successful. You're one of the biggest streamers on Twitch, you've got great relationships all over the industry, and you're fucking swimming in money."

Emi huffed into the bed as she turned to her side. She did her best to nod, confirming all of his statements. "Okay, and?"

Josh slapped her ass and watched it jiggle. Fuck, Emi was going to be such a good addition to his harem. "And you didn't get there by being a moron. You've got a few bulbs up there flickering just enough to have gotten you to this point, and that.. that's what makes you such a bitch. That's why you're a fucking grade-A cunt."

He punctuated his statement with several harsh slaps, and Emi yelped at each one, but she didn't fight back or deny his claims. She knew she was a bitch.

"So, I've gotta ruin that for you. I'm going to take away your independence, your confidence, your entire reason for being defiant, and I'm going to do it by dumbing you way the fuck down. Choking you until you're blue in the face and slapping the shit out of you while your brain bounces around in that stupid fucking head."

Every one of his sentences was accompanied by a brutal slap to her ass. Emi was juggling between bracing for the pain and trying to digest the life-changing information that Josh was providing.

"So you're.. ahh! Fuck! That hurts.. uh, you're going to choke me and slap me until I'm basically slow in the fucking head?"

Josh let out a hearty chuckle as he spread her ass and admired her asshole and her cunt. Her shining cunt. She was basically dripping wet, which was proof that she was enjoying the abuse. He slipped a finger into her pussy and earned a few moans from the streamer.

"No, that's not all I'm going to do. I'm going to fuck your face against a wall, or a counter, or maybe this bedframe here, and use you like a fucking fleshlight.. as your stupid head bounces off the hard surface.. over and over and over again."

Emi could hardly withstand the overstimulation. Her brain was trying to process Josh's awful words and his degradation as her body was writhing in pleasure from his skilled fingers. He switched from her cunt to her ass and she had to bite her comforter just to prevent her moans from escaping and alerting the whole house to their sexual escapades. "Fuckkkkkk.. that.. that feels good.. your fingers are so big! Oh my god! Uh, uhh, uhhhh! My ass! Fuck! You're so fucking deep.."

"Then I'm going to bury my cock in your throat, as deep as it can possibly go, and I'm going to keep it there," Josh teased her.

"Keep it there?" Emi mumbled in response.

"That's right. I'm going to keep it there until you go fucking cross-eyed, and I'm going to laugh in your stupid face as you pass out."

"Oh my god," Emi moaned at the vile idea. It was so fucking mean. It was selfish and excessive and brutal. It was.. it was fucking hot. Josh was going to use her the way he wanted to with no regard for her well-being. She wasn't even a human to him–just a way to get off.

His fingers were pistoning in and out of her ass as he continued degrading her. Emi couldn't tell if she was building towards an orgasm or if she was hyperventilating, and at this point, she didn't care. Her whole body was on fire, and with her hands still being pinned behind her back, she felt powerless to stop the situation.

She probably wouldn't even if she could. And that was for one main reason.

"Ahhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuck meeeee! Fuck, I'm.. I'm fucking cumming! I'M FUCKING CUMMING, AHHHH," she yelled out as a mind-blowing climax overwhelmed her entire body. Her toes curled as seemingly every muscle in her body contracted. Her cunt spasmed and ejected fluid all over her Josh's hands and the carpet. Her legs shook uncontrollably as pleasure filled every crevice of her being.

Josh brought his hand up to her mouth, and she sucked his fingers greedily, tasting her own juices as the orgasm winded down.

"Oh my god, haha," she giggled out as she collapsed onto her side. Looking up at Josh, she saw him in a completely different light. He was a fucking stud with all the answers to her problems. His way with words, his degrading actions, the way he used her.. he was perfect.

"I've never, ever had an orgasm like that.. in my entire life," she panted. "How.. how the fuck.. who the fuck.." Emi talked herself into another fit of giggles. Years worth of sexual frustration were building up into that one explosion.

"That was incredible," she said, finally finding the strength to sit up. "Thank you, Josh. Really, really.. I needed that so badly. I didn't even know I needed it! That's how fucking down bad I was."

"Glad I could be of service, but we're just getting started," he replied as he grabbed Emi by the hair once more and turned her body around so her head was aimed towards him and off the edge of the bed a little bit.

"Ahh, ow.. I think I'm.. ah, I'm getting used to the hair pulling, heh," Emi commented as she watched Josh undress upside down. He only had shorts and briefs on, so it didn't take long for his mammoth cock to come into view. Only this time.. he was hard. Talking down to her and using her like a common slut had brought him to a full erection, and her eyes widened in admiration and in terror.

"What the fuck, Josh.." she mumbled out. "There's no way that's real.."

Josh chuckled as he approached her and laid his balls on her face.

"Mmm!" she groaned, unsure of what to do in the situation. She'd never been in this position before, so she simply started rubbing her face into his balls, moving her head left and right to massage him with her pretty face.

"Atta girl. You're a natural, hah. So, are you cool with everything I said?"

Emi's anxiousness was dying down as she became more comfortable with Josh and his massive body, and her actions were reflecting that familiarity. She began planting kisses on his balls and licking them, all in an attempt to give Josh pleasure. She hoped to give him as much pleasure as he gave her, but she knew it would be a much harder feat to accomplish than it was with her. Josh was experienced, and he was used to talented whores.

"Uhm, wha– what'd you ask? Sorry, was a bit distracted with these big fucking nuts on my face, hehe," Emi replied. Breathing him in brought on a delirious feeling. He smelled so manly. Emi had gotten small whiffs of him when she was giving him a handjob earlier, and that had struck at her curiosity and made her mouth salivate, but that was nothing compared to this.

She was basically being suffocated by his ballsack, which meant the only thing she could breathe in was his musk, and it was driving her mad with lust.

"I asked how you feel about me dumbing you down. Making you stupid.. on purpose."

Emi giggled underneath his balls as she prepared her answer. She figured Josh might lift his sack off of her face to allow her to respond properly, but he didn't. Because of course he didn't. He wanted to have a conversation with her in this exact degrading position. He wanted her opinion, but only if her voice was muffled by his hulking nuts. Emi couldn't believe she was letting him do this to her,, but her pussy more than agreed with it.

"I, uh.. I think it is a little extreme.. if I'm being honest," she began to reply. "And I don't know if this calls for you to slap my face a few more times, but isn't doing all that.. choking me, not letting me breathe, that stuff.. won't it really fuck me over? Like, permanently? If we do it too often, of course. I don't, uh.. I don't really mind that we already did it once. It was kind of fun.. being used like that, but if we do it again and again?"

"And again and again and again," Josh reiterated. "I'm going to abuse you every fucking day from now on."

"Oh.." Emi muffled out. It was difficult to take the topic too seriously. She was still coming off the high of her orgasm and was just now discovering how much she loved worshiping a man's balls. Josh's balls, to be specific. "And.. uh, you don't think.. that'll be bad for me? Permanently bad?!"

He loved the sensation of her breath on his balls. He squatted down a little just to rub his sack further on her face, burying her adorable features even more. "Yeah, I mean.. I guess it'd be permanent. Can't really reverse stuff with the brain, but it's necessary for your training. I think we've reached that point."

Emi began to respond, but they were just mumbles, so she waited until Josh finished suffocating her with his nuts. Eventually he let up and allowed her to respond.

"You do? Even though we haven't really tried other things? Like, I could just pretend to be a dumb whore. And I bet I would be really good at it! I just need some time to practice," Emi argued as she lapped away at Josh's balls. She wanted to be a good whore for Josh and eventually, for her boyfriend, but she didn't want to lose her intelligence in the process.

Josh did, though. Josh wanted a thoroughly mindfucked girl to add to his collection. He wanted control over her, and Emi's incessant defiance wouldn't allow it. Not without changes. Irreversible changes.

"We could explore other options, Emi," he began to say, "but I won't be in Austin for very long. And just from our conversations today, I can tell that it won't work any other way. You're too big of a bitch for other methods. Not just on a surface level either. You're a fucking cunt through and through."

Josh lifted his sack and slapped the poor girl three times in quick succession. She took it well and stuck her tongue out to accept his balls back on her face. Josh grabbed her head from below and held her face deep into his sack, grinding his taint against her cute nose, lips, and eyes.

"Mmmphhf!" she muffled out until Josh let her breathe. "So, uh.. you mostly want to do it because.. you won't be here long? My whole fucking life and personality is being decided on by your stupid trip plans?! I know I'm a bitch, dude, but.. uh, I just.. I think we should discuss it.. more."

Josh smirked. It was fucked up to hear out loud, but she was essentially correct. Well, no. She was exactly correct, and Josh wanted her to accept his terms just as she had described them.

He pulled back and started hitting her face with his massive cock. He slapped it across her forehead and then her right cheek. He grinded it against her nose and then held it over her eyes like a blindfold. Emi took it all like a champ, and she even giggled as well. The conversation was a serious one, but his cock was just too big. It forced her attention away. Had it been a regular sized penis, she might've not allowed him to defile her in such a way.

"You're seeing it all wrong," Josh began to explain.

"I can't see anything with your fat cock on my eyes, hehe," Emi giggled in response. Josh laughed as well and took his cock off to swat at her cheeks some more. Emi had her tongue out and Josh rubbed his large cockhead against it, closing his eyes to relish the great sensation.

"How, uhm.. how am I seeing it wrong, sir?" she mumbled. "I'd love to be wrong about this.. somehow."

"Well," Josh began to say as he began to push his cock into her open mouth, stretching her lips obscenely, "you're seeing it as if you were a regular person with regular goals and ambitions or whatever, right? And I don't see it that way. I don't see you that way. I really don't give a fuck about you, Emi. I'm trying to turn you into the dumbest fucking cockslut possible, and I don't care about the consequences."

"Mmphhfff!" Emi blurbed back as Josh steadily jabbed more and more of his anaconda cock down her throat. Even getting his head in was a tough task, but he found a good angle and thrust his hips forward, pushing past the back of her tongue and into the deeper recesses of her throat.

"Fuck, you've got one tight throat, bitch," Josh remarked, feeling the immense pressure of her pharyngeal walls around his thick cock. "Going to have to stretch you out real good. Brace yourself, whore."

Josh felt that he had been too careful with her up to that point, despite Emi's opinion being the exact opposite, so he began putting more force behind his heavy thrusts. Each one caused his massive nuts to swing back and forth, which was constantly hitting Emi's forehead and her eyes. All she could see was two gigantic balls swaying back and forth like testicular pendulums. If asked later, she would've admitted that the sight was rather mesmerizing.

Josh had both of her hands pinned down so she wouldn't try to resist, but her boobs looked way too appealing to just be sitting there. She was so weak that her hands wouldn't be able to do anything anyway, Josh reasoned, so he let those go and pulled her shirt and her bra down to expose her fleshy tits. They were so fucking pretty that they forced Josh to pause his throatfucking so that he could admire them.

But only momentarily. They looked even better when they jiggled back and forth, and the harder his cock jabs were, the more her tits shook, so he stopped holding back and really let her throat have it.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

The only sound that was heard for the next two minutes was the fleshy stabbing from Josh's cocksword. Spit began to pool down towards her face, making a mess of her makeup and her hair.

"Finally, some peace and quiet," Josh grunted out as he continued fucking Emi's poor face. "Blowjobs really are the best creation of mankind. It feels fucking incredible, you get to use a stupid girl to your heart's content, and she can't fucking yap while you do it. Haha!"

Emi was struggling to maintain her composure as her oxygen tank quickly depleted, but Josh's nonstop invasion of her tight throat made it impossible to focus on breathing. She was being throatfucked into pure submission.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

And to top it off, Josh was talking her down the whole time. He was treating her exactly like a fucking fleshlight that had no feelings, no thoughts, and no need to breathe or take a break or do anything a human needs to do.

It was humiliating.

"I wonder why the fuck women let guys do this," Josh pondered. "We're supposed to be equals, but you let me use your mouth as if it was a cunt? As if you didn't have to use it to breathe? Haha, so fucking dumb."

Emi wanted to reply. She wanted to speak up, but it was impossible. Her hands pulled at his body and his arms, but he was so strong.. so sturdy. He was immovable.

"So fucking good!" Josh yelled out as he humped her face with no remorse. "So fucking good. God, it's been almost a full day since I've had a throat to fuck! Haha. Feels fucking incredible, huh, Emi? Doesn't it feel good?" He reached down to slap her face, just to make sure she knew her place. "I love the way your throat bulges out like this," he commented, noticing the outline of his own cock as it rammed in and out of her esophagus.

"Holy fuck," he exclaimed. "I've never seen it pop out like this before. You really do have a tiny throat, huh? I can feel you constricting around my cock. Does that hurt? Huh? No response? Hah, I'll take that as a no, then."

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

Josh jammed his fuckstick as deep as it would go and let it sit there while he massaged the outline of his throat-covered dick, causing Emi to panic and flail her arms, to no avail of course.

He could feel the massage through her skin, and it was a wild sensation. Josh had a cruel thought and suddenly used both hands to grip Emi's throat as if he was choking her, but it was just to create a tighter flesh tunnel for his cock.

His enthusiastic thrusts doubled in effort at the new discovery. It felt too fucking good not to take advantage of.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Emi. I know you haven't had fresh air in a while, but this is too fucking good to resist," he tried to reason with her. "I know it'd only take a second to let you breathe, but I don't fucking want to. One second of skull fucking you is more important than letting you breathe. Fuck! I don't give a fuck about you, but I already told you that, and you still let me in your throat, haha. You dumb fucking bitch. You did this to yourself. Blame yourself, you stupid.. fucking.. whore!"

Josh punctuated each of his last words with a massive plunge into Emiru's throat cunt. He was pumping away as if he was possessed, and poor Emi could only attempt to survive the brutality.

"Gluhhhh! Glllghhhhhhrrrrggg," she sputtered out around Josh's soda can sized cock, spewing spit and saliva all over the place. Her hands had been doing all they could to push Josh's tremendous weight away from her, but they only served to egg Josh on more. He liked seeing her struggle after all, and her weak arms proved to him that nothing she did would bail her out of the brutal facefucking session.

"You know," Josh began to say as he reached down to slap her face a few times, "I just remembered that this is my first time fucking your throat, and I didn't ease you into it at all. I usually try to let my sluts get comfortable with my size, but I just fucking went to town on you. Haha, my bad, Emiru."

She seemed to hear what he was saying, and she murmured out an incoherent jumble of sounds in response.

"Now, does that mean I'm going to give you a break?" Josh asked rhetorically as he pumped in and out of her face slowly, but forcefully. "No, no, it doesn't, but hey, it's the thought that counts, right? Haha."

A few more garbled sputters came from Emi's mouth.

"C'mon, Emi! Use your words! Surely I haven't fucked your brain over enough to prevent that, right? We'll get there eventually, but not yet, right? Haha," Josh teased.

That jest seemed to finally extinguish all hope Emi had to stay conscious, and her body began to give out. Josh first noticed that her arms went limp, but he wasn't paying much attention to them anyway so that might've happened a while ago.

His balls were currently covering her face, so it wasn't like he could check her eyes without withdrawing his cock, and he certainly wasn't about to do that.

"Fuck, don't give out on me now, Emi. I'm so fucking close to cumming. Don't blue ball me, fucking bitch."

He lifted one of Emi's arms and let it go, proving that it had in fact gone limp. He then slapped her tits in anger.

"Fucking useless whore. Can't take even five minutes of throat fucking," Josh badgered her even though she wasn't awake to hear it.

He had a choice to make. He could slip out and let her breathe and blah blah blah..

Or he could continue pumping away. Get really fucking brutal with it and reach his own explosive orgasm. It'd only take another minute max. Emi was tough; she could hold out until then.

And then he'd have to decide whether or not he wanted to cum inside of the poor girl's throat, but that was a bridge he'd cross when he got to it.

Right now, his balls were aching and there was really only one thing a man like him would choose to do.

"About to show you just how much I respect you, Emi," he announced. Josh corrected his position for prime facefucking and then immediately began jackhammering away at Emiru's unconscious face. He felt guilty, yes, but that was quickly washed away with the unmatched feeling of her deliciously tight throat. There really wasn't anything like it in the world. A virgin cunt, maybe. But that was it.

Josh was in heaven, but he knew he couldn't savor it. Every one of his thrusts brought the full weight of his muscular pelvis forward and into Emi's pretty face. Josh could see his balls swing and pummel into her forehead, eyes, and nose, and he hoped that she wouldn't have a black eye in the morning.

But he couldn't think about any of that for long. He had to focus on his own pleasure, and he was doing it for Emi's sake, really. The longer he lasted, the more time he'd be forced to spend in her throat. He had to be selfish and finish quickly. That would be the best way to help Emiru in that moment.

Watching her small body being shunted to and fro, seeing her tits jiggle uncontrollably, witnessing exactly how deep his gargantuan cock was impaling her esophagus by the visible outline, and remembering that it was, in fact, the massive streaming star Emiru that he was abusing, it was all just too much.

Josh felt his balls contract and he did not hold back. His gigantic balls begin spewing out ridiculous amounts of bubbling hot cum inside of her throat. Some went directly into her stomach, but she wasn't awake to swallow the rest, and that caused problems. Semen flew out of her nose, the sides of her mouth, and her body began flinching with every spurt of cum Josh's cock shot out.

He was worried about her, but his orgasm took precedence, so he stayed buried in her gullet until six or seven more giant blasts of cum filled her already flooded throat.

After half of his load was spent, he finally, finally withdrew his cock from her mouth and dragged her to the ground by her hair, which she most certainly would've protested Josh then kneeled down and jerked himself off until his remaining nut was emptied all over her still unconscious face. Emi was already in ruins, with runny makeup and several coats of saliva and spit covering her entire face. A few layers of cum surely wouldn't hurt.

Josh took pleasure in making sure each rope of cum covered a different area. Her cute nose, her full lips, her eyelids, her memed forehead, her cheeks, and her messy bangs. He aimed one towards her ear and laughed as the remaining blasts simply landed on top of other areas he'd already covered.

There was nothing better than laughing victoriously as a monster orgasm died down.

When Josh was spent, he milked out one more drop of semen, suspended on the edge of his cock. He then reached down to separate Emi's left eyelids and expose her eye. Leaning his pelvis forward, he applied the final drop of his cum directly onto her eyeball by making contact with the tip of his cock.

A cock-eyed kiss.

He was still reeling from his climax and his balance was a little off, so he jammed her eye a little harder than he should've, but Emi definitely had bigger issues to complain about whenever she came to, so Josh wasn't worried.

He couldn't help but let out a hearty chuckle as he admired the defiled streamer. She was almost unrecognizable. Well, she was unrecognizable. There was no way someone could identify her with that heavy of a facial. Maybe by her hair, but that was it.

Standing up to look for his phone, he had to walk back to his spare bedroom to retrieve it, but he managed to snap some very illicit photos of her and laughed as he did so. Josh had been hoping that Miz wouldn't walk in and spoil his fun this whole time, but now that his balls were empty, he kind of hoped that Emi's boyfriend would stumble upon this scene, just to see the absurd look on his face.

Though, it was best for everyone that his sinister thought didn't come to fruition. It would ruin his other sinister thoughts from coming to fruition, and he had several.

As Josh thought about what to do next, he greedily massaged Emiru's bare tits. Her nipples really were picture perfect. Her areolas weren't too big or too small, and her nipples were fucking adorable. Just the right length, whatever that meant.

Josh had a sudden urge to piss, which immediately determined what his next steps would be. He slapped her tits a few times to see how easily she would wake up, and after no movement, he panicked slightly. What if she didn't wake up at all? Ever?

He dove his head towards her chest and listened for a heartbeat.

bum-bum, bum-bum

Josh sighed in relief and slapped her tits a few more times for scaring him, as if it was her fault. Was it possible that he could've killed her? Ehh, yeah. Probably. But Josh was calculated. He did things specifically as long as they needed to happen. He wasn't messy. He planned things ahead of time. He was coordinated, deliberate, and.. and..

Lucky as fuck. Josh was lucky more than anything else, actually, and that was fine by him. He'd use his luck until it ran out like any proper stuntman or daredevil would. It was the only way to live.

One more chuckle and he went to work. Emi wasn't about to get pissed on without some effort on his part, so he quickly scanned the hallway to ensure the coast was clear and then, with a firm grip of her hair, dragged her out of the room and into the adjacent bathroom.

Sped-up footage of a camera in that hallway would've surely captured quite a funny scooby-doo back and forth.

Josh tossed the unconscious Emiru into the tub and aimed his godly cock directly at her face. Golden piss flowed out a moment later and washed away some of the abstract art he'd painted all over her facial canvas. It was a bittersweet feeling, seeing his semen washed away, but it was worth it.

Pissing on a girl's face was one of life's great feats. It was a final mark of conquest. The ultimate degradation. Regardless of what the following day brought forth, he'd always have this moment. This image in his head.

And a few more images saved on his phone, for good measure.

Josh aimed his stream at her eyes and her lips, trying to see if he could make them part. He doused her hair, her bunched up crop top, and then aimed his vile liquid at her tits, using her nipples as a bullseye. It splattered off in several directions and made a thorough mess of the famous streamer.

Josh didn't know why using women was so fucking fun. It simply was, and that was the only rationale he needed to continue doing what he did.

With a final shake, his cock was spent once more, and he made his way back to Emi's room. Realizing that someone might walk in to use the bathroom, Josh locked it from inside and closed it shut.

He made a victory walk back to Emi's room and was interrupted by squeaking just as he entered. It was the fucking hamster again.

Josh gave the little dude a smug half-grin. "I'm sorry to say; you chose the wrong side, buddy. I just don't lose."

The hamster squeaked back at him. "Hey, hey," Josh defended himself. "No need for that kind of language. She wanted me to do all of that to her, okay?"

A few more mousey chatters came in reply, which clearly opposed his assumption. "Yes, yes, she was unconscious, but that doesn't mean anything. You're not a womanizer, so you can't read women like I can, but trust me, she wanted it. Listen.. stick with me, and I might teach you a thing or two. Get you some hamster chicks so you're not focused on me all the time, yeah?"

Another few squeaks were returned and Josh fist bumped his cage. "Right on, man. I'll catch you tomorrow, all right? Try to get some sleep. Oh, wait.. fuck. Did that whore not feed you?"

Josh quickly checked his bowl and saw that it was empty. With a shake of his head, he scooped in some of the nearby seeds clearly labeled as his food and made sure his water bottle was filled. "I got you, little dude. You need anything else, you just let me know."

He finally crawled into Emi's bed and fell asleep shortly after. The day had been nothing short of exhausting.

Josh tossed and turned in the night. Sweaty, dehydrated, and more vivid dreams.

The dark atmosphere of a movie theater appeared around him. He was standing in the aisle of the back row, which had always been his favorite place to sit. It usually gave him the best chance of getting lucky with whatever chick accompanied him, though, the size of his cock never made those antics easy. It was hard to hide such a large member when the theater was even somewhat packed. It was harder yet to get a quality blowjob without alerting the people around them–one of the only drawbacks to his large size.

That never stopped him from participating in the public mischief, of course, and Josh smiled at all of the close calls that flashed through his mind.

Josh figured that, given the familiarity and good memories of his surroundings, it was going to be a good dream. Finally, a good fucking dream.

But there wasn't a pretty girl by his side. He couldn't even sit down or enjoy the movie. The screen was bright, but unrecognizable.

He heard a giggle down the aisle, and he had no choice but to approach the sounds.

It was Valkyrae. Again. Clear as day, Rae was there, giggling and smiling and sharing popcorn.. sharing. There was someone next to her, but the image was blurred. He could only see the outline of what was clearly a man, and his hands immediately balled into heavy fists. Jealousy and anger filled his being as he walked towards the pair, but a wall blocked his progress. He stumbled and tried to go around it, but there was no use.

Josh called out to Rae, who ignored him completely. It was as if his attempts to communicate with her were completely blocked.

He bashed on the invisible wall over and over as his frustration mounted. The wall seemed to be crumpling as he pounded on it one final time. It came crashing down and the dream went dark.

Josh woke up in a panic. He was back in Emi's room. The sun was shining through the window, and all was calm.

He breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Fuck those stupid reoccurring dreams. He had to decipher them. Or find someone who could.. before it was too late.

The slight sounds of slurping and faint moans could be heard as well, and Josh realized his balls were being tended to. He threw the comforter off his body and revealed an adorable Emiru greedily rubbing her face into his nuts. She had been going at it for some time by the looks of it, but she wasn't doing it to please Josh. Her eyes were fluttering, and her mouth was emitting moans derived from pleasure.

"Emi!" Josh remarked. "How long have you been down there?"

He didn't want to stop her. Her face felt fantastic on his ballsack, and as always, he had awoken with an erection, which was laying to the side and against her cheek. His dream, however, had left him bothered, and he needed to talk to someone, anyone, to gain control and awareness about his surroundings.

Only after hearing his voice did Emiru look up and realize that she'd be caught. Josh's balls had one hundred percent of her attention, even after the blanket had been removed. Her eyes briskly lost their lustful haze, and her face turned over completely.

She sat up in renewed discontent and fresh embarrassment. "You weren't supposed to.. see that," she replied sternly, wiping her mouth of residual saliva. Regaining her senses and realizing that she was supposed to be upset, she barrel rolled off to her left, over Josh's leg, and stood up to fix her messy hair.

"You don't have to stop," Josh called out, regretting his vocal interruption. The streamer had returned to her former beauty, clearly having spent a portion of the morning showering, doing her hair, and applying her makeup. "I didn't mean to disrupt your fun."

Emi rolled her eyes. "I didn't mean to be.. down there, asshole, and you definitely don't deserve it. I came in here to yell at you, and your balls– uh.. they were just there, and you were sleeping. I got carried away, okay?"

"Uh huh, and what would Miz think about that explanation?"

Emi's eyes widened, but her shock rapidly turned into animosity. She raised her fist in the air and cocked it back. "It doesn't matter because he'll never find out about it, right?"

"Whoa, whoa, okay. Don't worry. I won't tell your little boyfriend about your addiction."

"It's not a fucking.. ugh. It's not an addiction. I just.. it wasn't even me! My body just moved on its own. I don't even remember deciding to.."

Josh loved seeing her get all worked up. "You don't have to explain yourself. You're not the first girl who couldn't resist having my sack on her face while I was asleep," he replied as the sight of Emi's fantastic boobs, her unblemished pale skin, and her well-known, expressive face rapidly sent blood pumping into his already engorged cock. She was wearing another crop top, leaving her midriff exposed, and a pair of tiny athletic shorts.

Shorts. Not pajamas or sweatpants or some other loose-fitting garment. They showed off all of her legs and just from the front view, Josh could tell they were riding up her ass. Had she worn them for him? Or had her decision to wear them been influenced by his brainwashing? Either way, she looked fucking great. It was hard to not ravage her right then and there.

"Yeah, right," Emi scoffed in disbelief. She actually didn't doubt his statement, but she wasn't about to agree and feed his ego further. "I'm pretty sure I'm the only girl who's ever stood within five feet of you and not vomited all over the place."

"Cut the bitchy attitude and come back over here," Josh commanded, lifting his groin with his left hand and waving her over with his right. "Where you belong."

Emi's nose bunched up in anger as she remembered everything that happened the night prior. "No! We are done, okay? We're not doing any of this anymore. You fucking.. you peed on me! I woke up, locked in the bathroom, reeking of fucking piss and my eye stung and my freaking butt has bruises on it and.. and my head hurts! I have a headache, asshole! And.. and I had fucking cum in my nose. You were so rough with me last night.. fucking prick. I should never have let you do any of that."

Josh shook his head in confusion. "You're really surprised? I knew you were an airhead, but come on. When did you get the idea that I was going to be gentle? Fuck, some women I know that would love to wake up the way you did. Used and thrown away. Pissed on like fucking trash in an back alley. You know you liked it; stop being a cunt."

"Ughhh," Emi groaned. He was a fucking pig. How could she possibly have enjoyed waking up like that?! She had to scrub cum out of her ear! Her hair was soaked in pee! It was as if she woke up after a gangbang, but it wasn't a gangbang. It was just Josh. One man did all of that to her. One man.. "I didn't think you were going to be gentle! I didn't.. I didn't want you to be gentle, but you still need to fucking remember that I'm a living, breathing person! I mean, for fuck's sake. I'm small! I'm nowhere near as strong as you are, idiot. Look at me! Look at my arms! They're closer in size to your dick than your giant, stupid biceps. You have to use some restraint!"

Josh laughed in amusement before responding. "That's the hottest part, though! You're so weak that I can do anything I want to you, and you can't do jack shit to stop me."

Again, Emi rolled her eyes. "You're talking about rape again."

Josh nodded, unbothered by her accusation. "Raping your stupid throat was the most fun I've had since I got here, and we spent hours talking yesterday. What does that tell you?"

Emi's generous chest was visibly expanding and decompressing as her anger mounted, but she didn't answer.

"Useless piece of fuckmeat, what does it tell you?" Josh repeated, mostly just to insult her again. His words were visibly impacting the streamer, and he was more than happy to continue teasing her. She was at a point where she would either regress fully back to her old self or submit to her new role, and being apprehensive here wasn't going to move that needle in the right direction.

"Since you're too stupid to figure it out, I'll just tell you," Josh barked at her, sitting up to position himself on the side of the bed with his cock hanging down. "It means that the most interesting thing about you–the best thing you have to offer–is your holes."

Emi took a step back as Josh stood up, but he swiftly caught her by the arm and pulled her close, pushing down on her shoulders to force her onto her knees. She only put up a small struggle.

"Your throat is one of the only reasons I'm even talking to you. That's all you are. A walking, talking, warm throat," Josh continued, grabbing ahold of his cock and slapping her face with it. "That's the only value you bring to the table. If you didn't have that, you'd be fucking useless."

Emi looked up at the man towering over her. He overshadowed her even when she was standing, but now that she was on her knees, his presence was ominous. She had no chance against him in any physical challenge. He was dominating her mentally, too. Still, the small amount of dignity left in her demanded to be heard. "That's not fucking true. I'm more than just holes to fuck, and if you don't see that, it's your loss."

Josh loved that she was still being defiant. He slapped her cheek with his hand, proving that he could really do anything he wanted to her. He then resumed slapping her face with his hefty cock. "Why don't you stop me then? Why are you letting me do this to you?"

Emi growled, flinching every time Josh's cock came in contact with her adorable face. He kept trying to poke her eye, but she was quick and managed to shut her eyelids before he could. Fucking prick. "I'm not letting you do anything! You're just doing it! You're not asking if it's okay or even warning me, you're just.. you're doing.. it! You're doing.. whatever the fuck you want.. to me.." Emi's voice became breathy as her own words began to affect her.

"And look where your hands are," Josh noted, which prompted Emi to move them from her sides to her lap in a nervous fashion. She didn't want to look down at them as he mentioned. It would disrupt what Josh was doing to her face, which would certainly cause him to slap her butt or perhaps her face until she was unconscious. Something over the top. "They were right at your side. Now they're in your lap. You're letting me do this. You're not even resisting."

"I couldn't resist even if I tried! We've been over this. You're too strong," Emi whined.

Josh groaned in pleasure at her admission. "Say that again."

Emi squinted her eyes in annoyance. "Say it.. uh, you're too strong? You can literally do anything to me and I wouldn't be able to fight back?" Emi repeated and then rolled her eyes, realizing that the brawny man just wanted to hear how powerless she was against him. "You're a fucking idiot."

"Haha, I'm the idiot?" Josh laughed out as he rested his dick on her face, blocking out most of her right cheek and one of her eyes. "You should see how stupid you look with my dick on your face."

Emi bit her tongue. Not much she could retort with there, but of course, she had to say something.

"Better your dick than your big ugly balls," she replied, instantly regretting her choice of words.

Josh predictably took the comment as a challenge, and then lifted his sack and lowered Emi's head to engulf her face with the exact balls she just insulted. He smothered his nuts around every feature of her face, leaving no inch untouched. He then grabbed her by the hair and forced her face side to side, suffocating the poor streamer further. Degrading such a beautiful girl like this was dangerously empowering for a man as egotistical as Josh.

"What did you say about my balls, slut?"

"Uh shheddd, yuhhmmphf mmmphhh bffffsss!" she mumbled out incoherently.

Josh laughed. "Ah, yes, haha. The ancient language of the whore. You're already fucking fluent in it. Surprise, surprise."

"Mphhff, ffmghhh uhhhmpph!" Emi muttered once more, quickly stopping after realizing she was just playing into his joke even more. Everything she did was mocked by the fucking big-dicked asshole. She was almost impressed with how annoying he could be.

After thirty seconds, she gave up on her attempts to pull back and just gave in. She let Josh defile her face with his massive balls, breathing in his scent and rubbing her thighs together to try to satiate her throbbing cunt.

Her backstabbing, double-crossing, slutty cunt.

Fuck. Emi was turned on. Somehow, some way, Josh's aggressive nature, his humiliating remarks, and his very large balls were all driving her crazy. His musk was helping, too. She couldn't fucking think clearly.

It wasn't exactly a new experience, either. She had spent an hour doing the same thing earlier that morning.. with the same results. Emi had furiously walked into her room after having scrubbed off every trace of Josh's bodily fluids from her body and found the asshole sleeping. The comforter was slightly astray, revealing the tip of his dick. She smiled and removed the blanket ever so carefully, hoping to catch him in an embarrassingly small, shrunken state, but that was not the case.

Emi swore to herself after shaking off the initial slaw-jawed gasp. As big and as thick as ever, his cock laid there, waiting to be worshiped. She still couldn't believe that anaconda had been in her throat. The tight grip on his dick must've been insane, which is why he probably let loose and stopped caring about how she was doing or if she could breathe. It must've felt amazing. He just cared about his own sexual satisfaction, and her tiny throat undoubtedly provided that in droves.

Just then, Josh lifted his balls off of her face and slapped her harshly with an open palm, which she was getting more and more used to. "You like being treated like this, don't you, whore?"

He actually wanted her opinion. An improvement. Kind of sweet, in his own, misogynistic way. Still coming off the degrading high she was in, Emi replied, "Uh, it actually.. wasn't awful. Ehm, I mean.. no. No! It was fucking awful. You're a fucker. Stop trying to smother me with your stupid balls. Or with your dumb cock! Or at all! You keep fucking taking my air away from me, and I'm sick of it! We never agreed to that."

"Sure we did," Josh began to say as he pried Emi's mouth open with his left thumb and tbagged her, dipping his sack in and out of her warm receptacle. "I told you I was going to try to choke you as much as possible, remember?"

"Mmphf, yeah, but.."

"You pretending wasn't enough. Gotta make you stupid for real."

"Uh, yeah.. I remember you.. saying that.."

"Gotta do anything I can to make sure this dumb brain," Josh began to say as he knocked on her head, "doesn't get the oxygen it needs."

"Ugh, fucking.. Josh.."

It was hard for her to reply with Josh dipping his massive nuts in her mouth, which was putting it mildly. He was forcing them in, one at a time.

"Make you stupid. Stupider than you are now, that is."

Emi groaned in anger, biting Josh's thumb lightly and forcing his hand to retreat. "Yeah, you said that, you said all of that, but I didn't fucking agree! Remember? You just stuffed your dick inside of my mouth and you never took it out. You never let me respond. I was thinking about everything and then I blacked out! Next thing I know, I'm waking up in the fucking bathtub."

"Covered in piss and cum," Josh added arrogantly.

An evil stare followed his response. "Yes," Emi grumbled, "covered in your stupid piss and cum."

Josh laughed out, shaking his hand to brush off the slight pain from her adorable bite. "Haha, what? Did you think that was all up for debate? It wasn't a fucking discussion, you dumb bimbo. I wasn't asking you for permission. I was telling you what my plans were, which means your input wasn't needed. Or wanted, for that matter. Life will be easier for you if you keep your mouth shut and your tits out."

Emi furrowed her brows and frowned at him to show her disapproval.

"You're really not getting this, are you?" Josh asked, bringing a hand down to her cheek to deliver a few soft slaps to her face. They weren't harsh enough to disrupt the conversation, but they did make her flinch. Her face was so fucking cute that Josh couldn't resist messing with it constantly. Slapping it, pinching her cheeks, poking her eyes with his cock.. seeing her react with mild annoyance was way hotter than it had any right to be.

"I don't know how much simpler I can make this. Your input doesn't matter. Your opinions don't matter. Your thoughts don't matter. Your boundaries or your pain or your discomfort.. say it with me," Josh prompted.

Rolling her eyes, Emi decided to humor him. ".. don't matter."

"Don't matter," Josh said in unison. "That's right. Exactly. See, I knew you could do it."

Silence fell upon the pair.

Emi hated his fucking guts. She hated how condescending he was. She hated the way he spoke to her, the way he used her without a care in the world, and the way he assumed she'd just go along with everything.

But so far, she had. She had gone along with everything, and there hadn't really been any consequences for him, other than some bitchy insolence, which he surely found more annoying than anything else.

That insolence is what Josh was trying to destroy. It's why she sought him out again the night prior. She knew she was insolent. She knew she was a bitch. Perhaps, she thought, giving in would be the right thing to do..

Emi finally replied, "So.. what, you're just going to have full control over me? I have no say in anything that happens? How the fuck is that fair?"

"It's not supposed to be fair," Josh responded. "It's actually very specifically supposed to be unfair. You've been an entitled cunt all of your life, and that's given you an extremely bitchy perspective on things. I'm here to fix that. I'm here to debitchify you."

Ugh. The prick was coming up with his own words now, too. Emi's brain rolled its eyes at that one.

"Okay.. so, if nothing I say matters," Emi started to conclude, "then why are we still talking? Why don't you just go ahead and fucking rape me?"

Josh smiled. "As fun as that'd be, I'm not going to fucking rape you, Emi. That's not the way I do things."

"Gee, thanks. What a gentleman!" she replied mockingly. "So you're all fucking talk, basically."

He chuckled before responding. "Kind of sounds like you want to be raped. Is that it, Emi? Do you have a rape kink? Do you want to be held down against your will and fucked into submission?"

"Of course not," she mustered back, "but you were kind of implying that.. that was going to happen, so.."

Josh sighed deeply, knowing a major decision would soon be arriving–a turning point that would be hard to come back from. He bent over and effortlessly lifted Emiru by her waist so that she was standing on her feet.

"Whoa," she mumbled, continually surprised by how strong he really was.

Josh looked her directly in the eyes. "I am going to fuck you, Emi. I'm going to fuck you in every corner of this room, in positions you've never even heard of before, in ways your small brain can't even comprehend. I'm going to ruin your pretty little pussy and your ass; so much so that you'll never be satisfied by another man. You won't even think about another man after I'm done with you. I'm going to give you orgasms that'll leave you fucking dehydrated, but you won't care because your head will be a million miles away on planet fucking pleasure. I'm going to ruin you, and you'll thank me for it. Over and over, you'll thank me. That thanks will turn into worship, and you'll start changing. You'll start leaving everything behind. Your dignity, your self-respect, your values.. all that stupid bullshit that women shouldn't even have in the first place. You won't want a silly career or control over your body or even your own thoughts anymore. All you'll want is to be my useless, braindead, bimbo sex toy."

More silence filled the room. Emi just stood there, breathless. Expressionless. It was like watching a movie where the villain reveals his master plan while the hero is tied up, but for some fucked up reason, she wanted this villain to win. She wanted his plan to work.

"But.. you need to want that, too," Josh said, completing his monologue. "You can be a bitch about it, but you have to want it, too. Deep down."

Fuck. Had he just read her mind?

"Uh.." Emi mumbled, unable to form a good response.

"No witty comments this time? It's a fucking miracle. Hallelujah."

A slight smile formed on Emi's face, but there was uncertainty behind it, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"Go fucking think about it or I don't know, talk to your boyfriend. Make a decision," Josh told her as he backed away. "I'm going to jack off in your bed. Don't take too long or you're going miss out on a massive fucking load. Maybe I'll even let you stay conscious for your second facial. Probably not, but maybe.. if I'm feeling nice."

Emi rolled her eyes, but more in amusement than annoyance this time. Like she would ever let him spray his disgusting, warm cum all over her face willingly. Yeah fucking right. He could shoot it onto her fucking pillow for all she cared. He'd probably leave it there too, and she'd only find out about the sticky jizz after laying her head down to rest at night. Her face would be sideways.. it'd get all over her cheek.. some of it might accidentally touch her lips.. and she'd flick her tongue out..

"Why do you always go quiet like that?" Josh blurted out, interrupting her fantasy. Her thoughts. Not her fantasy. She didn't want any of that to happen, obviously.

Emi looked at him with red cheeks. "Uh.. worry about yourself, asshole. I'm.. going to go.. talk to Miz.." she mumbled, feeling directionless without one of Josh's demands to follow. Even talking to her boyfriend was something that he had suggested.

"Hey, let him down easy."

"Oh, shut up," Emi groaned, smirking at his clever response. She turned her head and began walking towards the door, hoping to hide her smile, but Josh stopped her, taking a step in her direction and grabbing her arm to turn her whole body around.

"Don't fuck around here. There's a lot riding on this, Emi. If you choose me, it will be the last choice you ever make. Everything you do from then on will be because I ordered it. Because I allowed it. You won't fucking breathe without my permission, and I think, by now, you know I mean that literally."

Emi batted her long black lashes at him. The moment had escalated without warning, and as was always the case in situations like this, she froze.

"And since we're at a turning point here," Josh continued, "it may be the last time I get to see these fucking melons."

Taking advantage of her shock, he hooked his hand underneath her crop top and her bra and pulled them both up, releasing her large tits. The beautiful drop and jiggle was enough to make Josh's knees weak. The flawless set of breasts were as impressive as ever, and having seen them before didn't deteriorate their shock factor.

"Josh!" Emi shouted, letting out a small shriek, but not moving to cover her boobs. He laughed and stroked his large cock as she tilted her head in mild irritation, smirking at him for his foolishness and wrapping her hands around her stomach, which gave her some small sense of cover.

She let him stare at her impressive rack, rolling her eyes at his stupid male gaze. Josh was right, after all. It could be the last time they spent time together in an intimate way.

With that in mind, Emi glanced down to appreciate his lethal-looking cock. It was as big as ever, staring right at her. The thickness, the length.. it wasn't something that a man should possess both of. They should be gifted with one or the other, but Josh.. Josh had them both, and it just wasn't right. It looked fucking incredible to Emi, but it was too powerful. No man should have that kind of power.

Without thinking twice, she dropped to her knees and dived face first into Josh's heavy ballsack, surprising the experienced stud. He continued stroking his cock as Emiru dug her face in deeper, shifting her head side to side as she engulfed her lovable face with his nuts. Her hands on his thighs kept her in place. Only her eyes remained uncovered, and they started rolling into the back of her head as her eyelids fluttered. It was one of the hottest things he'd seen since arriving in Austin.

She was breathing in his scent and degrading herself out of nowhere, and as hot as it was, Josh grew slightly worried. If Emi was going to this extent, perhaps it was because she truly did want to experience it one last time. One last whiff before writing him off for good.

Though, it was hard to worry about such things when an attractive woman was eagerly smothering herself with your balls, so Josh just savored the moment.

A few seconds later, it was over. Emi backed away and stood up, stumbling a little as if his musk had somehow impaired her coordination.

"What the hell was that?" Josh asked with a grin, still stroking his dick as she fixed her bra and pulled her shirt down.

She smiled back at him. "Oh, what? You get to see my tits, but I can't do something I want as a final hurrah?"

"But I love your fucking tits," Josh reasoned. "Are you saying that you love having my balls all over your face?"

Emi's eyes widened and she forced her mouth to remain neutral, noticeably so. "Maybe I do.. maybe I don't."

She carried a mischievous look on her face as she walked towards the door once more. Josh chuckled at her and sat down on bed, satisfied with ending it there.

But Emi wasn't quite as satisfied. She had her hand on the doorknob of her French doors, but something inside of her prevented her exit.

She had no idea what choice she was going to make. She didn't even know where to begin to make a choice like that. She had to ask one final thing. No! Two things. Two quick questions and then she'd be gone. For her own sake, she had to know the answers.

Turning back to confront Josh, he eyed her suspiciously. "Back for more, slut?"

"Yes," she immediately replied before correcting herself. "No, I mean.. no! Shut the fuck up. I have to ask.. uh.. you something. I need to know. What–"

"Nuh uh," Josh stopped her. "Take your tits out if you're going to keep torturing me with your voice."

Emi stared daggers at him, but her smirk gave away her hostility. "Ugh, fineee. I'll take them out. Just.. don't fucking tell Miz, okay?"

"Hey, we can keep as many secrets from that faggot as you want," Josh barked out. His increased lust was responsible for the hateful jab.

Emi had raised her shirt and was just about to lift her bra, but his rude remark stopped her. "Hey! Be nice. You're about to see his girlfriend's boobs! The least you could do is be kind about it."

"Haven't you heard? Nice guys finish last. Now, take your fucking tits out, slut."

Emi felt a spark in her pussy. It had been tingling for some time now, and her panties were undeniably wet, but Josh's bossy demeanor renewed her lust. She hated the way she physically reacted to his brutish ways, but she couldn't deny it. Her body loved him, even if her heart didn't.

"Okay, okay," she conceded, pulling her bra up and revealing her boobs. "Just.. try to be nice, please."

"Why? I'm sure that fag has seen your boobs plenty of times. I think it's about time he shared that privilege."

Emi sighed as the big oaf disparaged her boyfriend once more, but she let it go and unintentionally added to his humiliation. "Well, actually.. he doesn't see them very often," she admitted as she walked closer to the bed, which gave him a much better view of her tits. "We usually have the light off when we.. you know. Almost always, actually."

A sinister grin appeared on Josh's face as he glared at her perky breasts. "So he hasn't seen your boobs in a while, but you don't mind showing them off for me, huh?"

Emi shrugged her shoulders, unsure of why the comparison mattered. "Sure, I guess.. but whatever. I have questions to ask!"

"Shake your tits and you can ask me anything you want," Josh responded, seeing how far he could push his luck.

To his enjoyment, Emi simply rolled her eyes before doing as he asked, clearly just trying to appease him and get his demand out of the way. She shook her chest for a quick second and the subsequent bouncing was deliriously fantastic to witness. Kingdoms had gone to war for less. Their perky nature tried to keep them in place, but they were too substantial to control. Her breasts shook side to side wildly, slapping the sides of her ribcage for a brief moment before settling back into their original position.

Josh bit his lip as he renewed his masturbating efforts, which drew Emiru's gaze repeatedly, despite her attempts to remain focused.

"Okay, can I ask my questions now or are you going to fucking make me take my shorts off next?"

Josh chuckled, knowing that her patience was wearing thin. "Go ahead, slut. Bore me to death."

Emi smiled adorably as she bounced on her tippy toes, ignoring his dumb comment. She had important information to gather. Information that would help her make her decision. "Okay, uhm.. do, uh.. do you remember.. uh, last night, do you remember what happened after I blacked out?"

Josh laughed as he looked at the hesitant girl. She had her hands behind her back, her left leg was brushing the back of her right thigh, and she was stumbling with her words. She was fucking nervous.

"Last night? When I had my cock–"

"Yes," Emi chimed in. "When you had your cock allllll the way inside of my throat. Here," she said, pointing to the spot where her two clavicles met. It was an outrageous measure of how deep she was being throatfucked, but it was accurate. If anything, it wasn't deep enough. "You were fucking my face, and you didn't let me breathe, which you're still an asshole for by the way, but then I passed out and I don't know what happened from there. So.. what did you do? Like, were you panicking? Did you try to wake me up?"

Josh had a smug look on his face. He could've lied. He could've told her that he immediately tried to help her and blah blah blah, but that wasn't what he wanted Emi to base her choice on. He wanted her to know what he really did and still choose him.

"Panicking?" Josh laughed out as he jerked his cock and began to recollect the events. "Why the hell would I have been panicking? I was fucking relieved. Your annoying ass hands were slapping at my thighs, begging to let you go. I need air, I need air! Haha, fucking annoying. Now, obviously you're weak as fuck so you weren't getting free, but it was still irritating."

Emi stood there staring at him incredulously with her mouth slightly ajar. She wasn't sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this.

"I mean, you have no idea how good it felt. God damn.. your throat was already the tightest I have ever been in, but then it started squeezing me.. pretty sure that was your gag reflex going haywire, and that shit felt amazing. Imagine feeling that good and then these dainty little hands are trying to get your attention. Pissed me off, so I started fucking your face even harder. Bullied the fuck out of your throat and that must've done the trick because your arms went limp pretty soon after that."

Emi couldn't believe what she was hearing. "And.. and you were relieved that I passed out?" she asked, reiterating what he said earlier. "You were happy?"

"Obviously, you stupid bimbo. It meant that I could finally fuck your throat in peace! Haha, and I did. It was smooth sailing after that."

Emi started to regain her senses. "So.. you fucking.. you didn't even pull out?"

"Fuck no. I actually did the opposite. I knew I was low on time, so I stopped holding back completely. If you could call it holding back, haha. Really fucking gave it to you from there, and I kind of did you a favor, you know. If you were struggling before, you would've hated how rough I was being after."

Emi wasn't even sure why she was surprised. She should've expected this from him. She knew how she wound up: covered in piss and cum. She should've assumed the worst.

"You should've saw how your whole body was fucking moving with every thrust, haha," Josh chuckled, knowing that his descriptions were getting under Emi's skin. "It was great."

"Yeah, was it great, Josh? Was it?" Emi replied, animated with anger. "I wouldn't fucking know. Because I was unconscious! Fucking blacked out, you asshole."

"Don't worry," Josh responded casually. "I'll record it next time so we can watch it together."

Emi stopped all movement and just stared at him. Completely caught off guard, she actually began to laugh. "You are such a fucking prick. Oh my god! Haha, I can't with you. You're fucking insane."

"And you're just finding this out now?" Josh asked.

Emi nodded her head. The laughter had eased her anger somewhat. "You know, you're right. I should've expected all of this. I mean, you did drag me from one room to another by just my fucking hair. I don't even know why I'm reacting like such a bitch. I should be thanking you for treating me like a literal lifeless sex doll."

Her words were dripping with sarcasm, but Josh played into it.

"Glad we're finally on the same page. I'll take my thanks in the form of a blowjob, please. Hold the gag reflex."

Emi just fucking smirked and shook her head. He was unbelievable. There was a degrading little comment for absolutely everything. "You really are something else, you know that?"

"Thanks, babe," Josh replied with a grin. "You said you had another question? Surprised you haven't asked it yet with how much you're yapping."

Her mood had undeniably shifted towards positive. Josh was an asshole, but at least he was transparent about it. He made no attempts to hide it whatsoever, and that demanded a certain degree of respect. One that Emi couldn't deny.

But still, her boyfriend. She had a boyfriend. And he wouldn't approve of their friendship. Or.. their friends-with-benefits-ship. Definitely wouldn't approve of that. She had to get her question answered and then leave. Leave as soon as possible. Before the mammoth horse cock in front of her destroyed her last bit of resistance.

"What do you see when you look at me?" Emi asked outright. She needed a straightforward answer here. No more distractions.

Josh picked up on that desire. Her face was stoic. Her eye contact was direct. She wanted one clear-cut answer.

"A slave," Josh replied. "When I look at you, I see a girl with great potential to be a really, really good slave. And I mean that in the nicest way possible. You take directions well, but your attitude makes it fun to humiliate and punish you. A good sex slave needs a bit of sass. You look like someone who'd be really happy as property. A pair of tits and three holes, owned and used by a good man. I can be that man, Emiru. I can be your master, and you can be my slave. You won't get anything in return other than being constantly slapped, choked, fucked, humiliated, and abused, but you'll never have to think again. I'll make all your decisions for you."

Emi didn't react with surprise this time. She absorbed his answer and began to digest it. With a simple nod and a quick smile, she accepted it and began walking towards the door.

"Hey, hold up," Josh called out, stopping her in her tracks. He was still stroking his cock as he spoke, "I need some lube over here. Starting to chafe, you know."

Emi looked at him and then at his dick. It was a fucking crime to see a cock that perfect feeling anything but pleasure, so she walked over, unable to resist her urge to smile. She got onto the bed on all fours and navigated herself over Josh's body, which was lying down face up.

Josh arrogantly put his hands behind his head, as if Emi was about to take over and do all of the work that his hand had been doing. She rolled her eyes and smirked at him before getting close to the head of his dick. His scent filled her nostrils, and her body immediately reacted. Her skin grew goosebumps, her heart rate quickened, and her cunt was on fire.

She looked him in the eyes as she propped his heavy cock up with her hand; a task that nearly required her second hand. She gathered a good wad of spit in her mouth before sticking her tongue out, allowing a generous glob of saliva to drip down right onto Josh's bulging cockhead.

Emi never broke eye contact with Josh as the warm spit drooled down and coated his dick. She kept her pretty little tongue out until the dripples stopped completely, which took a good thirty seconds.

Josh could hardly believe the sight. She was a fucking natural, which was surprising given her previous attempts at dirty talk. Clearly, she just needed a bit of degrading.

Emi smirked at how awestruck Josh looked. It was a powerful feeling to produce that kind of reaction from someone, which further explained his massive ego. She was sure that she looked the exact same way every fucking time he took his dick out. It was embarrassing, but it was basically an instinct to react with complete shock at such a massive tool.

Emi then raised her head away from his cock. "Is that good enough?" she asked with an adorably innocent tone.

"Not even close," Josh replied. Without warning, he reached forward to grab her by the hair and forced her face towards his dick. She closed her mouth, so Josh jabbed his cock at her entrance to pry it open, but it was no use. His dick was too big to slip through.

"Just deepthroat me once, and I'll let you go, whore," Josh negotiated. All he wanted was lube for his masturbating session. She'd be back soon enough to give him her full body.

Emi's eyes stared daggers at him. She clearly only intended on teasing him and then making her exit, but Josh wasn't about to let that happen. Emi knew she couldn't respond or she'd risk having Josh ram his cock into her mouth the second it opened, so she fought a war with her eyes. They battled it out, straining their facial expressions to convince the other that they were more serious, but in the end, Emi lost.

She rolled her eyes and smirked, conceding to the brute. Josh laughed out, "You're too easy."

Emi opened her mouth and braced herself for a harsh deepthroating, which Josh was all too happy to supply. He thrust his cock into her hole the second an opening appeared, and he didn't stop pushing until half of his cock was lodged in her throat.

"Fuck, that's good," he moaned out. "You're sooo fucking easy. So easy, haha."

He gave the top of her head a few taps, and that helped another inch go in. Emi's face strained comically at the abusive intrusion.

"Fuck, it'd be so easy to just keep fucking your throat. I'm already in here. Why would I stop?" Josh argued with himself.

Emi heard his dialogue and began to panic. Another session like the night prior would destroy her throat. She needed time to recover. She had almost been fucking gone! Her hand had been on the doorknob, and she came back. This was all on her.

"Fuck, no. No. I want your fucking cunt," Josh announced. He reached forward to slap her ass and rub her pussy over her shorts. "And you still have to talk to fucking Miz, huh? Can't fuck your makeup over too much then."

Emi felt relief, but she hadn't gotten a good breath of air before Josh forced his way into her throat, so she was hesitant to feel too optimistic until she was fully released.

Josh thrust his cock in and out of her helpless mouth a few more times, slapping the side of her face just for the fun of it. He forced her head down one final time, breaking through one of her throat barriers and lodging himself there for a few seconds before finally, begrudgingly, letting go.

Emi immediately pulled herself free and began coughing to the side. She retched, gasping for the air her lungs required. The miniscule facefuck wasn't as severe as he would have liked, but still, thirty seconds without air wasn't a walk in the park.

"I fucking love that throat of yours, Emi," Josh beamed. "It's so goddamn tight. Grips my cock like a virgin cunt, haha. But that's not even the best part. I can tell how much you struggle to take my size and that gets me so fucking hard. God, I love seeing you struggle. I really, really hope you won't make me rape you just to have your throat again."

Emi finally caught her breath, coughing one more time before responding. "Hah.. I guess, I guess we'll just have to see how things turn out, huh? Maybe you will have to rape me if you ever want to use me like a fleshlight again."

Her playful banter about such a sexually violent act was amusing, so Josh leered at her with a grin. "I'm not above it, Emiru. I'll do it if I have to."

"Oh, trust me. I believe you," she replied, letting out a giggle as she wiped the spit from around her mouth and patted her eyes dry.

As rough as he was, Emi was starting to get used to his treatment. It would take weeks of daily facefucking practice just to be comfortable with his cock size, if she chose to be with him at all, but she was beginning to see how a whore could willingly decide to be used with such brutality. There was an appeal to being seen as less than human and just a way to get off.

She wore a stupid grin on her face as she leaned in and licked the sides of his cock a few more times. "Another secret, okay? Miz can never find out about this."

Josh winked at her. "You got it, whore. That cuck boyfriend of yours was stupid enough to trade in his sex life for a few extra muscles. Trust me, he's way too dumb to ever catch onto us."

Emi huffed, rolling her eyes at him. "You're a big meanie," she replied, licking his dick one more time and then leaning down to kiss his balls. "You shouldn't.. muah.. say stuff.. muah.. like that," she added, showering his sack with a dozen big smooches. They were just supposed to be quick pecks of appreciation, but she lost herself and began nursing his enormous nuts one at a time.

After a full minute, she shook herself out of her trance and leaned back. "Fuck, I think I'm addicted to you."

Josh laughed, slapping her ass as she crawled over him to stand up. She let out a little yelp and a giggle and began walking to the door. "See you in a bit," he called out. "Make sure you give that loser a kiss before coming back to me."

Emi quickly realized that his request was purely because she had just been making out with his massive balls. "I absolutely will not," she yelled back, finally exiting the room and walking down the hallway towards the stairs.

The full weight of the decision she had to make suddenly beared down on her, causing her to stop in her tracks. "Fuck," she muttered out, contemplating a topic that had been on her mind before. "Just.. just one more thing. I just have to see one more thing."

Completing a half spin, she basically skipped back to the room that Josh had all but taken over. Walking into the room, he was still stroking his massive fucking dick, which like fake even from across the room.

"You just can't fucking resist me, can you? You fucking prostitute, haha. Get over here," Josh joked, sitting up in bed. "I think I'm going to try out that ass of yours first."

Emi walked towards the bed, giggling as she did so. "Noooo, Josh! I haven't decided yet. I just.. I have to see one thing," she said in a soft voice. Getting down on her knees in front of the hunky man, she continued, "Can you slap me one more time? Just like you did before, but don't hold back. Really give it to me, okay?"

Josh nearly obliged her on the spot, but he saw an opportunity to use her request as leverage. "Give Miz a kiss, courtesy of my balls, and I will."

Emi's mouth dropped, but nothing came out. She thought it over before replying. "You're so fucking weird."

"Very true. And also, accurate."

"Ugh, why do you even want that?" Emi asked. "What's in it for you?"

"It's just funny," Josh chuckled, impressed with how innocent she was. She really had no concept of how humiliation and cuckolding worked.

"It's fucked up. He's.. he's a good guy. He doesn't deserve any of this. He's just dating me, but that doesn't, like.. immediately qualify him to get harassed and messed with. We can fool around without getting him involved."

"You're right," Josh replied. "We could, but we won't. Make no mistake Emi, if you come back here, you're going to get the best fuck of your life, but you're also signing up to help me bully the fuck out of that faggot."

His words hit Emi hard. She didn't know that was a part of the deal, but it's not like she could negotiate. She wasn't even going to have control over her own body. What the hell could she do to help out Miz? If Josh wanted to fuck with him, she'd be forced watch. No, she'd be forced to help. She'd be his accomplice.

If she chose him, of course. She didn't have to, but up until now, that's the way she was leaning.

Finally, Emi conceded the argument with a pout. After a few seconds, she finally said, "Fine. I'll kiss your balls and then I'll kiss him, you fucking freak. But only on the cheek."

"On the lips. A quick peck is fine. Don't want him getting too much action," Josh explained.

"Of fucking course you don't, haha," Emi laughed. "Fine, fine. On the lips. Now, can you please pleaseeeee slap me already? Do it how you'll be doing it every day if I choose–"

Without hesitation, Josh smacked the streamer across the face, sending her to the ground, four feet to the left.

"Ahhh! F.. fuck.. okay. Yeah, I.. I got what I needed from that. Thanks," Emi mumbled out. "Or.. not thanks. Fuck you.. is what I meant."

She then crawled over meekly and leaned in to kiss Josh's balls one more time. Her heart rate shot up as she approached. His presence was just so fucking intimidating, and she wasn't sure if she'd ever get used to it. Emi held her lips against the warm, wrinkly flesh of his sack for a few seconds, giving him small, tender kisses. That quickly turned into ten seconds, and then twenty. Her eyes darted up to meet Josh's gaze, and he looked proud. Proud of her. For listening. For obeying.

And that warmed her heart. She really liked seeing that Josh was happy with her. A smile formed on her face, and Josh could feel it. He could sense the shift in her lips from pursed to a subtle grin. Finally, she pulled back and stood up to leave.

Josh smirked. He had every reason to. He was winning over every girl on his list, and he had yet to encounter a rejection. A true rejection. Looking at the way Emi was behaving, he approximated that it'd be five minutes before she'd return for more abuse. "Enjoy your last few moments of freedom, slave."

Rolling her eyes dramatically, Emi looked back at him and shook her exposed chest one last time. "Should've taken a picture, idiot. You are neverrrrrrr going to see these again, heh."

The remark caused Josh to shift as if he was about to chase the tiny girl, and she shrieked, running out of the room in a fit of giggles.

Being chased always gave Emi a huge burst of adrenaline, so she was thankful that Josh didn't continue his pursuit. Walking down the hallway once more gave her deju vu. This time, though, there was a confident kick in each of her steps. A smile burdened her cheek muscles, and her pussy was engulfed in fire. Josh had done nothing but treat her like a ragdoll. A stupid ragdoll that didn't have the right to breathe or talk or form opinions.. and yet, her panties had never been as soaked as they currently were.

She reached down and confirmed it. That was evidence. Direct evidence that she fucking loved the way Josh treated her. Or.. mistreated her, to put it more accurately.

Emi was certain that if she took her underwear off right there in the hallway and wrung them out with her hands, a fucking puddle would form. A puddle big enough to make someone slip. The thought forced her to stifle a dumb chuckle.

She approached the steps that would take her downstairs to the main floor where Miz's room was located, but she stopped yet again. Her fucking tits were still out. Shaking her head and giggling at the close call, she fixed her bra and her shirt before heading down. That one would've been hard to explain, but it was still early in the morning. Eleven o'clock. Early for a streamer house, anyway, so it was unlikely that she'd run into anyone.