This Isn’t Fair

How could I have let myself end up here?

Why did I not just walk away?

What could possibly have possessed me to give in so pathetically as I have?

How can I stop myself from what I am about to do?

These were just some of fleeting thoughts dancing through Mark's mind in this moment. The logical side of his brain still present just enough to be conscious of the battle it was losing against the swelling in his groin. There was no tent in his pants though, as a cold steel cage kept his stump locked and squeezing against the metal frame for escape, only to find none. His balls were swollen such that each testicle itself was now twice as large as his constricted cock. A visible erection was not needed to know how aroused Mark was in this moment. He was instead given away by the dark wet patch left by fresh pre-cum on the outside of his pants and the glazed look in his eyes and he stared open-mouthed at the woman sitting across from him.

"I'm not asking for much." she said nonchalantly.

"You- You're asking for my house. It's my house." He replied as softly and respectively as he could, making sure not to sound too argumentative.

The woman sat on an expensive leather couch.

His expensive leather couch.

In His living room.

It was a pathetic sight. She was a woman of luxurious taste, wearing a full body-suit made of expensive leopard print sheer fabric that would turn even the most fashion-daring heads in public. And hunched over before her on his knees on the rug was the owner of the house, Mark.

Smiling softly and with an ever so slight tilt of her head, she slowly uncrossed her arms and lent towards Mark. The movement releasing her generously sized breasts from where her arms had cradled them, letting them spread apart. The sheer material of her bodysuit left little to the imagination, each nipple and breast clearly visible through the sheer fabric.

She watched as Mark momentarily lost control of himself, sagging a few inches and letting out some form of a whine or moan as he caught a glimpse of the small metal key on the end of a thin gold chain catching light from between her cleavage. The key to his cage. The key to his release.

"Oh- Oh God." Mark stuttered, his words not meant to escape his thoughts.

"Marky Mark, you have been such a Good Boy so far. Really, you have." she smiled to herself, knowing he was a deer in the headlights.

Mark's body had begun trembling. A fresh dribble of pre-cum was seeping through his pants, and had been noted by the woman conducting his torment. He winced from the swelling in his balls.

For a moment she looked down at Mark pitfully, almost feeling sorry for him. Then she reminded herself that this was his own doing.

She had spent years exploiting weak men like Mark. Making them desperate enough to pay for anything and everything in her life. Be it buying her luxurious gifts, sending her on expensive holidays to stay in the world's best hotels and dine at only the finest restaurants, her custom luxury cars, all funded completely by the likes of men such as Mark. There had been hundreds before him, all the same, all beginning with just a small $20 tip and a "Hi Goddess" message online. All to be completely consumed by their lust and addiction to ruin themselves for her approval and their eventual release. And Mark was no different.

"I told you I reward my good boys. We discussed this, remember?" she toyed with him.

Mark mumbled something incoherent.

"You give me your house. And I will give you my ass. It's that simple." She smiled cutely at him, sitting up and placing her hands on her sides, on-top of the fleshly mounds below her hips that were her ass cheeks so large they spread outward and upward on his leather couch.

Her ass was glorious. It was his holy grail. It was so perfectly large for her small waist and had just the right amount of cellulite to give it a heavy yet healthy weight. It was ultimately what had led Mark to where he was now. It was why he had kept coming back after trying to quit her. It was why he had spent almost a hundred thousand in cash, credit cards, and vouchers on her. It was what had given him the most explosive, mind-numbing, eye-rolling orgasm he had ever experienced that one night at his computer desk when he had discovered her online profile and spent hours gooning to her videos.

"Please no! Please! Please. Please don't do this." Mark was beginning to cry.

It was too much, he knew he could not win a battle with her ass. Not when she was offering the chance for him to come face to flesh with it. He was so afraid of himself and what he knew he would give up to make that happen. What little control he had over himself.

The woman's smile slowly faded. She stared into Mark's tearing eyes with an absent sympathy. As if when you see a fly or some pest slowly dying. There is some pity and realization for the loss of life, but little care in the grand scheme of things.

She stood slowly, her ass making a tearing sound as it peeled off the leather couch. With a few graceful hand movements she brushed away the sheer layer of clothing, now standing completely naked before Mark, who sat unmoved on his knees less than half a meter away.

"I beg of you, I can't do this. Please let me go! Please, you'll ruin me..." Mark's wavering voice trailed off almost into pleasure as if he'd already admitted defeat.

He stared up at the under-boob of the woman before him and again saw the key resting between her cleavage. She lifted her arms behind her head and released the necklace mechanism, taking the key in her hand.

"No, Mark. You are going to ruin yourself. And you know why? Because if you ruin yourself for me like a good boy, I'll let you cum while your nose is deep within my cheeks." She was done with his pathetic weeping.

She turned to face away from him, bending forward at the waist keeping her legs straight, retrieving her phone from her Gucci purse on the couch. The maneuver was too much for Mark, and he slumped forwards so that his face was barely inches away from her ass. Whatever restraints or fear he still had disappeared the moment he laid eyes on the crease of her ass cheeks. He was lost. He was no longer Mark. He was her simp. He was her puppet. And she knew it.

She took a few sudden steps back, her ass pushing him backwards, causing him to fall flat on his back looking up at the ceiling. The view of the living room chandelier above him soon consumed by her enormous ass as she positioned herself above him.

With her phone in one hand and key in the other she lowered herself down onto Mark, straddling him such that he sat on his chest, just below his neck, with her ass almost touching his chin.

Mark was making noises that would embarrass most men. A high pitch whine was all that he could muster as he stared wide eyed at the ass that had destroyed his bank account balance over the past few months. He had instinctively grasped each of her cheeks with his hands and his hips had begun bucking uncontrollably, desperately seeking release. He was thrashing his head toward her ass, doing his best to make contact and bury his face in her, but she had carefully positioned herself such that the angle prevented him. His whines turned to frustrated moans and yelping.

She had seen this all before, and knew there would be little resistance in the moments that came next. Mark was just another simp to her. And this was just another large drain of wealth in exchange for drain of a pair of swollen, deprived balls.

She placed the key carefully into the cage, the sound of the metal contact and implied imminent release eliciting a squeal from the man behind her ass.

Before she turned the key, she extended a hand behind her back towards Mark. In her hand was her phone. She did not turn her head to address him as she passed him her phone.

"Be a good boy and submit. Give it all to me." She commanded. Mark could hear the smile in her mouth as she finished her words.

Mark moved his finger with the quickest reflexes he's ever witnessed himself capable of toward the big green 'SUBMIT' button on the screen. His brain on autopilot as the word 'submit' was enough to make him almost cum. But something made him stop at the last moment.

'1. DEED OF TRANSFER OF LAND. 2. BANK ACCOUNT OWNERSHIP CHANGE 3. CHANGE OF LIFE INSURANCE BENEFICIARY FORM 4. WILL AND TRUST.'

Fear overcame him, this was more than just his house - this was his entire life. She wanted his bank accounts, she wanted to name herself the sole beneficiary of his insurance, she wanted to put herself in his will!

His finger hovered over the phone, the screen a wall of text with the bottom reading 'LEGAL BINDING AGREEMENT VIA DIGITAL ACCEPTANCE OF THESE FORMS' and the green button 'SUBMIT'.

"Wai- wait! This is... everything! This isn't fair!" he screamed, the tears returning. The conscious part of Mark's brain resurfacing momentarily.

She said nothing, instead she turned the key.

Mark yelped as the mechanism released and his now-free cock launched the metal apparatus a few inches into the air, his full erection reaching and throbbing in the air like a worm seeking her touch. All of the movement caused his finger to slip and hit the phone screen, narrowly missing 'Submit' button.

"No!" Mark squealed pathetically.

She clasped a gentle hold on his swollen balls and lent down towards his groin, taking his shaft between her soft breasts.

Mark's eye's rolled back into his head as he felt the touch of her soft flesh against his penis and her perfectly manicured fingers gently caress his enlarged balls. He dropped the phone on his face, but was too consumed by the heavenly sensation to care. He his head bobbed up and down as he held it off the ground, staring at the ass before him. His mouth started to water. He babbled like a child.

It was over.

"Give in, Mark. Submit and find heaven between my cheeks. Let me take it all." She softly squeezed his balls. She could tell he was already going to cum. They all do at this point.

Without thinking the phone was already back in his hands, he was no longer in control of himself. All he wanted was her ass. All he needed was her ass. He lifted his finger to the 'SUBMIT' button.

"Take it all!" he stuttered pathetically as he repeatedly tapped the green 'SUBMIT' button.

He didn't stop pressing it as her ass got closer and closer to his face. A loading symbol appeared on the phone for a few seconds followed by a successful 'DING!' sound.

He threw the phone aside, tears streaming from his face but a look of pure joy and excitement as he was to be rewarded for his sacrifice.

"Good boy." she purred.

Mark gripped her cheeks and bucked his hips, beginning to orgasm before contact was even made. He screamed with both joy and terror.

She sat back on his face, muffling his screams and pushing his head against back the floor, burying him so deep inside her ass that her cheeks sat flush against the rug. She squeezed his balls and wrapped her hand around his penis as he exploded violently, gently stroking him. His body convulsed and her breasts, stomach, and face were spattered with his semen. She could hear his squeals from deep within her ass.

Mark was in heaven. His fingers dug into her massive ass cheeks as his legs twitched about like a dying insect. He was beginning to suffocate but pushed himself deeper and deeper until his mouth and nose made contact with her asshole.

The cum did not stop, his balls having been denied for such an extended period of time, it was as though the flood gates of a dam were being opened. Her hands were glazed with his cum, halfway to her elbows, it drenched his own stomach and chest.

After several moments his movement slowed to a complete stop. He had passed out under her ass. They all do and this point.

She waited patiently, moving only to lean back slightly and retrieve the phone from the floor. In doing so she ensured her ass cheeks kept a tight seal around the sides of his head which had well and truly disappeared into the mounds of flesh.

Checking the phone, she smiled to herself as she saw the contract had indeed gone through, timestamped only two minutes ago. Pathetic, she thought to herself. Most last a bit longer than that.

A few seconds later Mark's body began to thrash about, but was held down by her heavy ass and her positioning on his face and upper chest. He tried to use his hands to lift her off but there was too much cum, causing him to slip off her skin.

She smiled to herself and spoke loudly so that he could hear from deep within his final resting place.

"Didn't you read the contract carefully? You now have more to give me. And I want it all."