For starters, anyway...

Samuel took hold of the back of Wesley's head with one large hand and guided him forward to his cock. When the tip of his cock touched Wesley's lips for the first time, the boy flinched and a gasp escaped from his throat.

Grabbing his cock with his other hand, Samuel rubbed it across Wesley's lips and cheeks, spreading pre-cum all over his face.

"Do you feel that cock?" Samuel said. "You're going to get to know it very well, slut."

Wesley just sit there as Samuel pushed his cock between his lips and into his mouth. Samuel only pushed in half an inch, keeping his cock there for maybe half a minute to give him time to get used to the sensation before pulling back.

Wesley sat unmoving, head tilted back, mouth wide open. His eyes had misted over and his breath came in sharp, shallow gasps.

Samuel shoved his cock back into Wesley's mouth, rubbing it across his tongue. He kept a close eye on the boy's features as he went deeper, watching as his eyes began to water. When he was right on the edge of gagging, Samuel suddenly thrust a full inch deeper, then promptly pulled back.

Wesley retched violently at the unexpected invasion of his virgin throat.

"Ghh... Ughhh... Ahhh..."

Samuel gave him a moment to recover, then lifted his chin. "Ready for more?"

"Y-yes, sir."

Samuel raised an eyebrow. He had not expected a response, not really... but this presented an interesting opportunity.

"Alright then, show me how deep you can take it. Impress me, faggot."

A moment passed before Wesley realized that he would have to do it all by himself this time. Then he leaned in, tentatively, and took the glans back into his mouth. He glanced up at Samuel for approval, but Samuel only raised an eyebrow. Well?

Wesley took a deep breath went deeper, his eyes watering.

Samuel groaned. "There you go, suck on that meat, fuck slut. Take it all the way down your throat!"

The boy tried, but another half inch later his body rebelled and he was **** to pull back. "Aghkkk... Gahh..." He coughed, fighting desperately to clear his throat.

"That was barely four inches, slut! You're pathetic! at this rate I'll—"

"I... I can do it!" Wesley rasped. "P-please."

"You want another chance?" Samuel demanded. "Then beg for it. Show me how badly you want it!"

"P-please, let me try again..."

"Try what?"

"S-suck your cock." Wesley stammered, the obscene words unfamiliar on his tongue. "Please, I wanna suck your cock. I can do it, I'll take it all the way, please, please!"

It was hardly the most eloquent speech Samuel had ever heard, but Wesley was only a teenager, and way out of his depth at that. He nodded magnanimously. "Get to it then, cock slut!"

Wesley immediately dove in and took Samuel's cock back into his mouth. His lips were pulled taut, only barely fitting around the thick shaft, but Samuel did not feel his teeth.

Samuel groaned with pleasure. He had not expected the sudden enthusiasm. "That's it, suck that meat, faggot. You just couldn't wait to get that a cock back in your mouth, could you? Now go deeper. I want to feel your nose against my pelvis!"

Wesley took it deeper, sliver by sliver. Two inches, three inches. Four inches. Four and a half. Five. Samuel's cock began to push against his throat. Another half inch and he retched suddenly, already pulling back, gasping for air.

This repeated several times, with little discernible progress. Wesley's eyes only grew redder, and his face more messy. Samuel's patience was running out.

When Wesley's breathing slowed and he prepared for another attempt, Samuel placed his hand commandingly on the boy's head. Fearful red eyes looked up at him... then, slowly, his mouth opened. Something shifted in his expression. It was not submission, not exactly. Resignation, maybe?

Samuel grinned, feeling something primeval awaken inside of him.

"You want it that badly, huh? You really are a dirty fucking faggot slut, aren't you?"

And to his amazement, Wesley nodded. "Y-yes, sir."

"Say it!"

"I'm a dirty faggot slut!"

Samuel got to his feet, relishing the feeling of power as he towered over the petite teenager.

"Beg me to fuck your throat, slut!"

"F-fuck my throat, please, sir! Fuck my dirty faggot throat!"

Samuel grabbed Wesley's head and lunged his cock into the his eager mouth, then onwards into his throat. He felt the clenching throat hole, and broke through it, finally burying his rod deep in boy's gullet.

Wesley choked hard, a burst of viscous slime bursting from his mouth and dripping down to soil his shirt. Samuel pulled back after a few second, giving Wesley time for a single gulp of air, then shoved back in.

Over and over again Samuel jack-hammered his rock-hard cock into Wesley's throat, relishing as it clamped down hard around his cock. Tears, spit, pre-cum and streamed down the boy's face, soaking his shirt, but over and over again, between gasped breaths, he willingly opened his mouth for more ****.

Amazingly, it was Samuel's endurance that gave way first. He picked up the pace even more, just using Wesley's face like his own personal fuck hole. Spit and slime splattered them both as his thick black cock jack-hammered in and out of his throat, over and over again.

Samuel groaned and pushed into Wesley's throat as far as he could go, burying Wesley's nose deep into his pubic hair. Then he came, shooting jet after jet of fiery hot cum straight down the boy's esophagus. Wesley gagged and choked violently, and tried to pull away, but he was far too weak to overcome Samuel's steely grasp. Only when his orgasm was almost over did Samuel yank the boy off his cock, letting the last spurt and remaining drops splash over his face instead.

Both man and boy gasped for breath. Only now did Samuel note half a dozen white spurts on the floor between his feet, and the his hand around his tiny cock.

"You got off during all of that?" He exclaimed. "You fucking slut, look at the mess you made of my floor!"

"S-sorry, sir," Wesley whispered hoarsely, still recovering from his ordeal.

Samuel shoved his head down until his face was an inch from the floor. "Clean it up. Now!" And when Wesley did not immediately get to work, he cursed. "With your tongue, you dumb cunt!"

Wesley shuddered—or it might've been a nod—and stuck out his tongue. He licked at his cum, but of course that only meant he smeared the juices from his face onto the floor, only creating growing the mess.