Jason teaches William an O.Z. remedy

Unfortunately for Jason and his rapidly-filling balls, Brook isn't at home. When he heads upstairs, he only finds William, who's rifling through the drawers in the main bathroom.

"Hey, Will. Whatcha doing home?"

William turns to see the bottomless boy lean casually against the doorframe, his semi-hard cock bouncing against one (disturbingly similarly-sized) thigh.

"Oh... Hi," William says, a primal instinct practically forcing his eyes to stay above Jason's waistline: he doesn't appear to notice his lack of atire. "I'm feeling a little under-the-weather, so I'm staying home for the afternoon." Closing the drawer, he pops open a bottle of painkillers.

"Sick, huh?" Jason ponders for a moment, idly stroking his thick meat. No Brook... Trish is busy stuffing jizz-dogs in her son's mouth... Maybe I can have some fun with Will. "I know a great cold remedy. It's a traditional O.Z. trick... Like a special kind of neti pot."

"What, like... The thing where you blow saltwater up your nose? Well, thanks for the suggestion, but it's more of a headache--"

"Oh, perfect! Most headaches are caused by sinus stuff, y'know," Jason says, walking closer. "C'mon, don't you want to feel better? That sensation when your head finally clears up... Mmm. Sweet release." For me, anyway--If he's dumb enough to fall for this.

"Uh, I..." William shrugs, giving in to the young man's persistence once again. "...Hell, why not. What do I do?"

"Take a seat on the toilet, and... Close your eyes."

"C-close my--"

"Yeah, it helps if you relax. Hold on, I think I left the thingy around here somewhere," Jason says, moving over to the sink and pretending to look through his toiletry bag."

"Uh, okay..." Nervous, William takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. "So, what's this thing called?"

"Um... It's a 'neti rod.' Yeah."

"A rod? I'm not gonna have to shove it up my nose or anything, am I?"

"No, no. That's why it's better: it goes in your mouth. Besides, I'm gonna be the one doing the shoving... You just sit back and relax--Aha, found it. Here we go."

William begins to hear a steady slap-slap-slap noise... Faint, but growing louder with each passing second. Then the smell hits him: strong, musky, and oddly sweet.

"Ungh... Okay, it's almost ready to go. So I'm gonna stick it in your mouth for a while and sorta lube it up, okay? Then when it's time to squirt, I'll push it in deeper."

"Like... Down my throat? I thought this was for my sinuses?"

"It's all connected," Jason continues, stifling a laugh as he watches William's face. His brow is wrinkled, but he keeps his eyes shut like the obedient cog he is... Oblivious to the teenager jacking off just a few inches from his face.

He gets a little less oblivious as a thick drop of pre-cum oozes from Jason's tip, dripping down onto William's leg.

"Ah! You're getting me wet," he grunts. "C'mon, let's get a move on here. I have paperwork--"

"Alright, alright... Now stop talking, open wide, and say 'aaah.'"

"Aah--Mph! Mgh..."

"Mmm... Thaaat's it," Jason growls, reaching down with one hand to steady himself on William's shoulder, while the other grips the base of his cock. After a moment of pushing, he manages to squeeze the bulging cockhead between the man's lips. "Guh... Fuck... Open a 'lil wider, will you? Don't you want this to work?"

"...Gmph..."

"Then lean forward and take it, dummy... Here, lemme help--Ungh..."

William doesn't appreciate the disrespect Jason's showing him, and he considers spitting out the "neti rod" to tell him off... But then he pictures his wife's face, and imagines what she'd say. "It's traditional O.Z. medicine, honey. That means it's part of his culture. You can't stop now, or you'll offend him!"

Whether or not that's true, Jason sure doesn't look ready to stop. The boy begins thrusting his hips, trying to drive at least some of his shaft into William's throat.

"H-here... This can be a t-tight squeeze, but lemme just..." moving his hand from William's shoulder to the back of his head, Jason applies a little more ****. "...Here we g-go... Fuuuck! Take it!"

"Gch! Mmmmgh!" William sputters and chokes as he finds a warm, thick pole driving its way down his esophagus. Inch by inch, Jason is making progress... Lubricated by the occasional burst of pre-cum.

Oh God, it's so huge--This is a lot of discomfort to cure a headache, William thinks, trying to get enough air through his nose alone. But whether it's because of oxygen deprivation or the hormone-laden fluid dripping directly into his body, his thoughts are starting to get a little foggy. I wonder why he has to just sorta... Rub it... Well, I taste something salty at least, so I guess it's basically like a neti pot... Wish he'd take his hand off my head, though, it's embarassing--

"You're d-doing great," Jason chuckles, a little out of breath. Then he punctuates with a particularly-rough thrust into William's throat. "Gonna nut--Uh, gonna neti soon. You're almost done--Oh, fuuuck--"

William hears Jason's orgasm first: a churning, pumping noise from within the boy's inflated testicles, then down his shaft. Next comes the wave of warmth as the initial spurt of hot, gooey jizz is deposited directly down his gullet... And then, as Jason pulls out a little, there's the taste. The cycle repeats a few times, as the incredibly-hung boy alternates between coating William's tongue and plowing his throat.

...Oh God--What the--It's so--Hnnngh...

As Jason bites his lip and looks down at his current cum-dumpster, he realizes he's not the only one in the throes of an orgasm. A dark wet spot has appeared on William's crotch, and he's moaning softly as Jason squeezes out the last of his gargantuan load. Each rope of jizz sets off fireworks in the mind-fucked man's nervous system, to the point that he doesn't even notice the fact that he's just creamed his pants.

"Done," Jason grunts, pulling his cock out with a shlick--Followed by a thwap as its still-nearly-full length falls onto William's lap. After reaching out to wipe off the sticky tip on his shirt, Jason steps back. "Lemme just... Ah."

Thinking quickly, Jason grabs a towel from the rack and wraps it around his waist. It doesn't exactly hide his massive tool, but it's enough to maintain plausible deniability if William comes out of his stupor...

...Which isn't likely to happen anytime soon. William's eyes flutter open, but he's not exactly seeing. Instead, he lets his head fall back and lets out another moan of satisfaction, ignoring the trickle of drool and jizz that's escaping his lips.

"Feel better?"

"...Uuuh... Uhuh..."

"Good. Maybe next time you'll be a little quicker to accept my help, huh? I'm telling ya, we really know how to treat people like you in the O.Z.," he says, practically giggling as he turns to leave.

"...Mhm..." William pauses to swallow down one last mouthful of goop. "...Th-thank you, Jason..."

"Anytime, my man--Well, anytime your wife and daughter aren't available, anyway."

Wonder what he means by that, a small part of William's mind asks.

That neti rod stuff is GOOD, the rest shouts back. Headache's gone, too... But I kinda wish it wasn't, so I could have some more...

Shaking his (now pain-free) head, William sits up, grabs a hand towel, and starts wiping himself down. He's got work to do, after all, even if he'd rather bask in the inexplicable ecstacy he's feeling.

...Just a LITTLE more...