I fucked his throat in long punishing strokes, balls slapping against his chin.

Ghost’s bound hands flexed uselessly behind his back.

Tears competitively rolled down his face, mixing with the mess of spit.

I slowed down again, reveling in my control, I pulled out and rubbed my slick cock all over Ghost’s Face — across his cheeks, his forehead, his eyelids— marking him.

He growled like a needy bitch, bubbling out his saliva.

Then I pushed back in, pressing his nose flat against my pelvis, buried to the hilt.

I counted to twenty seconds in my head. Longer than other times I’ve counted in the past.

Ghost’s throat spasmed wildly. His eyes rolled back. He passed out shortly, at the last second I withdrew, he snapped back up and coughed until his stomach heaved.

Letting him gasp, strings of thick saliva connected his lips to my cock.

Again and again, I edged myself and him — long, torturous minutes of deep throating, face-fucking, and teasing.

I’d pull out to slap Ghost’s face with my wet cock, make him lick my balls, sucking on them one by one while I jerked my cock lazily above him.

At one points I sat on a low large pipe to balance myself. Legs spread out, and pulled Ghost between them by his hair.

"I want to feel your fucking throat milk me thoroughly."

Ghost buried his face completely, nose pressed tight, swallowing and working his tongue, even as he struggled for air.

My head fell back with a deep groan that escaped my mouth open, thighs trembling.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of torment, I stood up again. Aggressively gripped his head with both hands and fucked his mouth, with short, fast, ruthless thrusts — chasing my orgasm.

"You’re going to swallow every drop you piece of shit." I snarled. "And be grateful for it."

Ghost could only moan in response, and a gaze of acceptance. Completely lost in submission.

I came with a guttural grown, hips twitching as I pumped thick ropes straight down his throat.

I held Ghost there through my whole climax, forcing him to take every single drop of my cum.

His body jolted up, tasting the mild salty flavor of my cum.

When I finally pulled out, Ghost was wrecked, beautiful mess— red face, swollen lips, tears, and spit everywhere.

Ghost gasped for air, voice hoarse and raspy. "Fuck...! Cugh.! Cugh.! Cugh.! Thank you.. Master."

I crouched down, wiped a thumb across Ghost’s messy worn out lips, and kissed him deeply, he let out a moan, tasting myself on Ghost’s tongue.

"I’m not done yet," I whispered against his mouth. "That was just the beginning of your ruin."

Ghost looked up, eyes glossy with arousal and determination. "Okay.. Master."

"Good... Hot lips."

I reach out to my robe and remove the second reward I had for him.

I forced my cock back into his mouth holding it deep while I reached down and shoved a vibrating plug up his ass.

The sudden intense pressure against his prostate made Ghost scream around my cock stretching in his throat.

The combination was deliberately devastating.

I kept him like that — impaled on my cock, plug vibrating mercilessly — for nearly forty seconds.

Ghost vision blurred. His trans pussy leaked just like an actual one. A steady drip of his wetness leaked onto the floor. His throat spasmed wildly, massaging my length.

"So you your pussy can do everything a woman’s own can except from birthing a child!"

"Seems fair to me, you’re just my hybrid fuck toy."

When I finally pulled free, Ghost collapsed forward, coughing violently, drool pouring from his open mouth.

I gave him only a few seconds before yanking him back up by the hair,

I placed him on a dais.

"On your back. Head hanging off the edge."

Ghost crawled to the lot cot and positioned himself perfectly — head tilted back off the mattress, throat forming a straight,smooth access.

I stood over him and fed him my cock in one straight down deep push.

In this position, I sank all the way in until my balls rested on his forehead.

"Fuck.. incredible." I groaned.

I started lunging — long, full strokes that bulged out visibly on his throat. I could see the outline of my cock sliding In and out. Digging through his gut.

I wrapped one of my hand around his neck, feeling the intrusion from the outside while I fucked it from inside.

Ghost hands clutched at my thighs but never pushed away even at the most brutal thrust.

His eyes rolled lazily, tears streaming down his face. The wet, choking sounds were constant.

I edged myself brutally, pulling out every second I got close, letting him for only seconds before going back in.

I alternated between merciless face-fucking and long, deepthroats where his throat was forced to milk me eagerly.

At one point, due to the painful flashbacks and hurt I remembered from the past. I pinched his nose shut while I buried to the hilt.

I held in for twenty seconds.

Ghost’s body convulsed, toes curled, legs shaked frantically. His throat fluttered wildly around my cock, just as he was about to lose his consciousness for the second time, I pulled out and let him suck in desperate lungfuls of air.

The final round was near. I fucked his upside down throat with short vicious thrusts, chasing my orgasm.

"Keep that throat needy and desperate." I groaned deeply.

Ghost moaned in broken submission. Like he was trying to earn my forgiveness.

I came deep, spurting out thick ropes of cum down his guts, I stayed buried until every last drop was released, feeling his throat work around me.

When I finally pulled out, Ghost was in complete mess, utterly shattered— face drenched in tears and spit, swollen bruised lips, voice completely gone.

He could only sob hoarsely as I lifted his head gently onto the cot.

Then removed the plug out of his ass and stuck it into his mouth and licked like a lollipop.

I spat on his face and rubbed off the glossy mixture of my cum and his saliva, smearing it over his face.