Jason is too worn out from the sex you just had to do anything but lay on his back and breath heavy. It's a perfect chance, he's completely defenseless. You crouch at the foot of the bed and pull his feet towards you, pushing his feet past your lips and into your throat. He looks up for a second and looks at you with weakened eyes and says, "please don't do this," very softly.

You keep swallowing and he reaches over to the wall and picks up a baseball bat, he obviously had there for protection. He raises it high over his head as he pulls himself into a sitting position. "Don't make me do this," he says shakily. You can tell in his eyes he doesn't want to do this, but he'll bash your brains in if he has to.

You think for a second, "that was his mom on the phone, should I really digest him?" but toss it to the side as he comes down with his bat. A split-second reflex allows you to stop it narrowly, grabbing it right before it hits your head. You toss it to the side, he's determined as he grabs the bedpost and tries to pull away. Thrusting yourself onto the bed and crawling while you swallow, you have him up to his armpits in a few seconds.

"Spit me out at least?" he says as a last effort to keep from becoming your lunch. You remember from earlier, he'll be your servant if you do, and he has a family, what'll that do to them? They'd be crushed. Plus, he's really cute and he'd have to do whatever you told him to. It might be unpleasant, but spitting him out might prove to be worthwhile.