A long "c'mon" trailed from Harley. Her pet had spent a good 5 minutes staring at his food. Babycakes had tried to fool her by taking one bite, then spitting it and hiding it underneath the mound of food. Barry just could not eat this stuff. It went from boxes of Tastycakes and steaming fresh deep crusts from Luigi's - to dry rings on the floor. But he had to accept the sacrifice.
Harley grasped him by the back of his collar and pulled his head up so he'd hear her. "Ya wanna go hungry? Cause Momma's gonna have to take it away to keep the rats out of it. And you're gonna have nothing til tomorrow."
He gulped as far as the collar would allow. His paws planted to the floor and his back arched, his spine tingling.
"IIf you know what's good for ya..." She threw his face down into the bowl. "EAT!"
Barry paused, the shock pasted on his face. His nose stung from getting dropped into the processed, hard food. The pain reminded him of the stakes, and just how powerless he was. The strength this woman had was superhuman, almost godly. His elbows had collapsed, sending his chest bone onto the hard ground. The instant he caught his breath, he started kissing around at the food to get a big bite.
Her loud, obnoxious voice cooed, "Ooh, good boy! You eating?"
Barry got back onto his paws. However, she was still the bigger one, towering almost four feet higher.
"You gettin' your nummies? Like a good boy?"
He tried hard to ignore it. Chewing strictly with his molars, he forced the bland chunky mush down his throat. When he arched down for another bite, he could feel the fuzzy ears droop down and tickle his hairline. It was going to be that way for the whole meal.
Barry glanced over at the yellow dish. He trusted it even less than he trusted her. Presumably it was from the water lines of wherever the hell they were, and it was being served to a peasant slave. He wouldn't be surprised if he were to find dirt specks floating in it, or if the water itself was yellow.
He picked a few pieces to soften with his saliva then swallow whole. The Cereal had absorbed so much moisture that the bites were beginning to grind against his lips and cheeks. After choking half the bowl down, Babycakes' cotton throat couldn't swallow.
He was also fatigued from sweating. Whatever the fuck was in his blood was draining his energy and making his mind dry.
He needed the water.
His paws padded backwards then up towards the water dish. His mouth dipped in and he slurps up a big heap. The water was a little musky, though clear. So thick, and luscious, and so cold and crisp at room temperature. Water dripping from his chin, he looked up at her. He really wanted to thank her for blessing him, even though her torture is what made him need it.
Harley was tapping her foot. From ear to ear was a grin.
Barry got back to the food bowl. He survived and may as well finish.
His pants were tugged. The waist was being peeled away from the sweaty skin.
He turned his head back to look.
She was crouched, prying his pants to his knees. Underwear down with them.
Upon noticing Babycakes looking, she smacked his butt. "No. Keep chowin'."
He dropped his head, observing from between his arms. His partially hard cock was dangled, nearly hitting the filthy floor. Firm balls being lightly mashed and bounced in Harley's hands.
"Since baby's been naughty, not eating his food, now Mommy's gotta interrupt." She moaned when she grabbed his cock and felt it start to throb again.
Her palm kneaded around his tip, smearing his precum around his dry head. Her fingernail scooped some that'd dripped onto the floor so she could pop it in her mouth. A moan resonated as she swirled it around in her tongue. She resisted the urge to swallow so she could spit it back into her hand.
He watched as her wet hand grasped his cock. She clenched Barry's circumcision scar and stroked the loose skin around. The skin was getting tighter as his cock grew in her hand.
His moan echoed off the food dish. It reminded her there was a person on the other end. She harvested more precum, swished it in her mouth, and spit it back to her hand. It was now being presented to his face. Cum and spit two inches from his mouth. Fuck him to even try doubting it wasn't for him.
Harley cooed, "Bein' such a good boy. Want a treat?"
Barry turned towards the food, which appeared and smelled much better. Some of the cold cumspit rubbed off into his hair, and onto his forehead.
Her hand cupped over his lips. The cumspit was shoved in. Cold, salty slime hit his palate and it sent chills down him. His spine briefly froze over, and his nipples perked up harder than frozen peas.
Barry knew he'd have to swallow it. With the flaming, orgasmic gaze in her eyes, she was waiting to either see him gulp it or use her power to show him why he should've just swallowed. He tilted his head back as far as the collar would give, hoping the mess would make its own way down.
A squeeze of his balls made his throat tighten. The cumspit was forced down. He gagged, unable to decide which was worse out of the two.
His head dropped back down. His deep breaths fogged up the "Babycakes" engraving. He could taste and feel his cum breath as it bounced back to his face.
Underneath, Harley now spit her gum out and was kneading it onto his tip. It dried up into a sticky mass, coated in his juice. She peeled it away and disappeared behind him, to start sticking it to his asshole. Babycakes' hole was puckered, the mini folds clenched tightly. The gum clung to each tiny nerve ending and would get drawn into his ass the more he clenched. It was cold and odd, but it felt too good for him to accept. He squirmed around, forcing himself to take it.
She rolled some of the gum into his ass, and strung the end up slowly to pull it all out. "Sigh. I didn't think you'd enjoy this. What else do you enjoy?"
His face glowed red.
"Apparently you enjoy being hard." She gave his dangling cock a slap. "You've been hard all morning, slut. Making a big mess, too."
His toes curled tight enough to recede into his feet. Two kinds of tingling were running through his spine, balls, and cock. An orgasmic burning sensation took over his sticky head, when she grabbed it and squeezed with her fingernails. He moaned.
Her pussy was pulsing hard enough to make her mons cramp. Her juices gushed from her vulva, and the chub of her thighs were becoming slick. The lace petted her pussy and butt cheeks, with a shlick everytime she moved.
Babycakes could hear it. It made his mouth and cock water.
She said with a cheeky eye roll, "Oh, boys. Always horny, always so wild. But this mommy knows how to tame."
He managed to avoid her for a moment by getting another bite of food. "Tame" put so much to his imagination. She's already managed to domesticate him. What would "tame" mean?
Harley stroked through his sack hair. She moaned as the smell of horny boy wafted her way.
He involuntarily groaned into his food bowl. It was hard to admit, but it felt so good. Her fingernails were bittersweet against the folds and wrinkles. Aside for the guilt and filth of the situation, he actually enjoyed getting petted.
She smacked his balls, juggling them in the sack.
His butt arched up. He groaned from his sack getting stretched.
"Oh yeah? Ya like that, pet?" Her hand grasped his higher hanging nut. Slowly pulling it downward. "Let's see how far this'll go..."
His eyes twitched. He clenched his teeth hard enough to crack them. "Ugghh... Mom-ma..." drawled from his throat.
"Mmm..." Her pussy gushed at the sound. Barry calling her Momma was even better than it sounded in theory. For being tortured and anxiety-driven, his voice was quite horny.
She snapped his nut back up, getting a gasped out of him. "Mmm... you horny boy. Ya like that?"
He wasn't sure whether to blush everywhere or turn ghost white. He didn't reply. He didn't want it, yet he did, and he'd just have to let her do whatever she was going to do.
"Here ya gos..." Harley's hand left sight. It dug around in her sweaty, pouring tits. She came back with a red ring and shoved it in his face for him to see.
The ring had a rubbery smell and was slightly flexible in her hands. Half an inch thick, with a rough studded texture all around. Slightly smaller than the girth of his cock, he hoped that it would at least not hurt if she was going to force it onto his cock.
Her other hand wrestled his pulsing cock. She pumped his circumcision scar as high and low as it'd go, stroking so tightly. Getting him to moan at the orgasmic pain.
His entire torso and ass tightened up. When she stopped to spit into her hand, he took a moment try catching his breath. A line of drool splattered onto his dish. This was insane. Insanely rough, insanely nasty, insanely pleasurable.
She firmly stroked all over to get his shaft moist. She got a big handful of spit and drenched his head.
Both his eyes twitched. His skull was twitching as well. As her warm saliva created a suction on his tip, Barry could've even moan properly. It was only a string of letters and tongue smacking.
"Ya better get used to being desperate." She herself has been desperate to hear moans like this, for far too long. Each sound from him would shoot a tingle through her cunt. Little electric twinges, down her internal clitoris, in her g-spot, around her bladder. Feeling his cock throb gave her phantom jolts in her cervix. She's been without this for too long, and somebody had to pay.
Barry was submitting, and he enjoyed submitting. Hopefully he wouldn't mind the ring being tugged up his shaft. It schlicked through the saliva as she pressed it to his base.
He muttered. His skull throbbed in his headband; his veiny shaft throbbed even harder trying to circulate the locked blood; his back throbbed with chills. This ring was such a tease. It had the tightness of a pussy, but no moisture or suction or warmth. It mildly constricted blood to make his cock pulse harder, and grow stiffer than glass. One more rub would probably break him into an orgasm.
Harley giggled. She mockingly asked him how it felt, if he liked it. Then went back to juggling his balls. With an occasional petting, or a flick to his asshole.
After a moment of silence, and attempts to process what was going on, Barry sighed. "Har-Harley?"
She didn't reply.
He tried again. "Mommy?"
"Yes, baby?" Her free hand reached out to play with her pet's greasy hair and fondle his ears. Her fingernails stroked down the hairs of his neck and fidgeted his collar.
"I'm done eating." Looking down at the clump of cereal still left, he knew he'd regret not choking it down. He hoped she'd offer more later, or at least within a day as anticipated. She was certainly planning more action than this and he certainly didn't have the energy to take it.
Barry maneuvered to the water dish. He wanted to try getting another drink, until a walking Harley kicked it out of the way. "Oops, sowwy," she said. She bent down to pick up his food bowl, and shake her butt. As she walked away, her boot hovered over his water, and he watched in horror as floor debris fell into his only water source. She momentarily stopped, looked back with a shrug, and playfully admitted to being a big bully.