Blackmailed VII (Patreon)

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The “inspection” went on. James found it torturous even though Brian wasn’t touching him.

He was just so uncomfortable. Between his desperate cravings for the shakes — he was practically trembling from his desire for them — and the pressurized discomfort of his chest, James could hardly focus. He stared forward but didn’t really see anything. His lips were parted, eyes unfocused, and he was conscious of Brian’s close proximity.

“Look what you’ve done to yourself,” Brian remarked, looking him up and down as he leered. “Look at those jugs. You’re practically a woman. No, beyond that. You’re a fucking cow.”

James’s cheeks heated, his eyes shooting away. Almost unintentionally, he got a look of the commentary racing across the feed.

who da hell is this?

Fuck this guy

Can we switch places, dude

SQUEEZE EM

taste them, tell me how they Taste!!

James’s eyes fluttered as Brian’s hot breath pulsed right on his nipple. He was close, so close as he leaned down to study his handiwork. James groaned as his flesh heaved and tightened. He couldn’t – he couldn’t hold —

Milk splattered across Brian’s face. “I – I can’t —” James panted. “I have…have to p-pump…” James made to leave, but Brian stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder.

“I didn’t say you could go,” said Brian, seeming all but bothered by the milk dripping down his chin. He licked his lips.

James grunted, his flesh feeling as though it was pulsating. They were getting tighter by the moment, filling more with milk. He was going to outgrow what little of his clothes fit him. “Gnnnhhhh…” he moaned.

“Are you growing?” Brian teased, his face delighted. “Fuck, you’re filling up.”

James his face was hot, his eyes tearing. He did his best to breathe through the growing tension.

“Can I taste?” Brian inquired.

“God—p-please,” James whimpered. He arched his back, thrusting his chest out, right in Brian’s face, where he was crouched there, examining.

For a while, Brian remained there doing nothing but smirking up at him. It was absolutely sadistic. James’s flesh was throbbing and stretching, the heat overwhelming him. His whole body was sleek with sweat, his rounded belly and swollen chest heaving with his thin breathing.

James was sure he looked like a pig, flushed and shining, bloated and chunky. He still couldn’t believe what he had been reduced to. Standing here half nude on live stream, begging for some prick to suck on his huge round man-tits.

Then, finally, Brian leaned in. James groaned as he made contact, and sucked, causing an electrifying pleasure to shoot through his body. His nipples sprayed reactively, milk gushing into Brian’s mouth.

The sensation was heavenly. Knees going weak, James gripped Brian’s shoulder for balance. Brian suddenly moved on to James’s other breast, giving it the attention it so desperately needed while the first breast continue to pour milk, keen to feed. James wasn’t nearly satisfied when Brian pulled back after just a couple of moments.

“Fucking delicious,” Brian grinned.

“They’re still…really full…” James managed, both his nipples giving a squirt as though to emphasize this.

“Soon,” Brian assured, getting back up to his feet. “But first…” He rolled the desk chair over and patted the seat. James frowned but eased himself down, groaning.

James grunted as Brian spun the chair so that James was facing the computer. A lazy smirk on his face, Brian reached over to adjust the camera, shifting it so that it was focused directly on James’s face and upper body. “You guys like the view?” Brian asked their audience.

yes yes yes

O GOD YES

look at them melons

frking huge

omg james inflating

Those things r insane!

CLOSERPLS CLOSER

lemme kiss them all better

James’s face heated as he looked away from the screen.

“I think he’s hungry,” said Brian.

The chat concurred, enthusiastically.

Brian turned away, leaning down, and it was only then that James noticed the duffel bag Brian must have brought with him. It was sitting on the ground by the desk. Brian rifled through it, pulling things out. A box of donuts. A frozen cheesecake. A mountain of chocolates. A tub of ice cream. Dozens of those greasy, packaged pastries stuffed with buttery whipped cream.

“Time to eat,” Brian said, once the table was piled with food.

James groaned as Brian brought the first pastry up to his mouth, but James took it in. He had to obey. He was ravenous, anyway.

“You like that?”

The next pastry was shoved between James’s lips more forcefully, James barely having the chance to chew before something else was added. He forced it all down.

“God,” James groaned as a tremor ran through his breasts. “They just…keep g-growing…” he choked out, his nipples gushing.

But Brian just stuffed more food into James’s mouth. “We’ll deal with that later.”

The chat was going insane.