You can still taste the bile in the back of your throat from almost throwing up your first mouth full of Ben's toe-jam, and couldn't imagine that being your only food source. So you try pleading as you yell and hope he hears you "Ben, Ben, Please I'll do anything but I can't eat anymore of your toe-jam I almost barfed with my first taste, if I continue you might have more barf between your toes than toe-jam."
Ben still enjoying the feel of you under his foot was listening intently for any sounds of your discomfort. So he heard your statement and thought to himself (while I want to punish him for how he treated my, I don't want to be walking around with barf between my toes.)
It was a few minutes after you made your plea, when the toes you were between placed you in a vice grip and the sock was removed from the foot. Ben reached down and re-positioned you so your groin was pushed into the toe-jam you hadn't eaten, making sure you would be able to hear what he said, but couldn't wriggle away.
Ben stated "I have given some thought to what you said, and have come up with some alternatives for you, but I don't think you will like them any better.
First you can continue were you are now and eat your own barf along with my toe-jam.
Second you can be glued/taped/tied to my armpit and live off my sweat and dead skin.
Third you can live in my underwear drinking my pee & ball sweat & eating out my ass.
Lastly you can try your luck in my mouth were you might have some real food, but you might become it as well.
So the choice is yours, but if you don't choose soon I will do all of them in turn to my liking, so choose."
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