Milkboy

“Milk deliv .. er .. what the fuck!?” you hear the voice of another of your classmates, Edmund, who recently got into home milk delivery, “Allie?!” You feel Allie's foot on your ass, and your spine arches.

“You want a blowjob in return for the milk, Edmund?” she asks, and you hear him gasp as he looks down at you.

“Wait, all I have to do is hand over the milk and I get head?” he said, and she hummed an mm-hmm to him. You hear him unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, fabric rustling, “Where do I put the milk?”

“Just set it on the fag's back. Open your mouth, faggot, you have a payment to render,” Allie says. Your mouth mindlessly opens and Edmund's cock slides right into it. You start to suck, in full view of anyone who might be looking, your face covered in cum from two people whose connections have been wiped from your mind. Your velvet lips clamp down, and your back arches as the milk tray is set on your back before he starts to thrust.

“Oh, fuck ... I can't believe he's a faggot, oh my god this feels so nice,” Edmund purrs the words, but Allie corrects him.

“This isn't my brother, it's just a reprogrammed faggot cock-holster,” she says, her voice exuding the kind of pride that makes you moan happily on Edmund's cock as he continues to pump his hips. You worshipfully roll your tongue, grinding it along the underside of your classmate's prick as he stands in the front doorframe of your Owner's house.

“Fuck it feels so good on my dick, its mouth is so heavenly,” Edmund groans in pleasure, purring and sighing like the sweet boy he usually was, toward most people, “You really brainwashed this faggot?” He asks the question and you hear another humming mm-hmm from your Owner. He groans in pleasure as you continue just lovingly sucking his cock as you've been programmed to do.

“Yep. It even consented to it, yesterday,” she replies, “And if you deliver our milk for free, you can use its mouth like this every morning for as long as that keeps up. You deliver milk to the house every week and you can deliver your milk to its face or mouth every day.”

“Fuck yes. Deal. Suck that fucking cock, faggot,” Edmund answers in a hurry, quickly accepting the offered deal of your mouth as payment for milk delivery. A few large jars of milk to last a week don't cost so much he can't afford to make the deal and still profit well.

You groan louder, vibrating his cock hard as you feel Allie's thick, lubricated crown grind into your ass, “Make him cum, faggot. Show him how good a deal he's getting for his milk.”

You moan on his cock, grinding your tongue against the underside and worshipping him with everything you have as his pace is slow enough for you to really work it. As his hips slow with your throat swelling, you swallow around the milkboy's prick, stroking it down to the crown before he pulls out. You roll your tongue around the underside of the crown as he pulls out almost entirely, then slams it back in.

“Fuck, this mindless bitch is so good,” Edmund groans, his cock starting to pulse, as you hear footsteps approaching the front door.

“Hey Allie. Newspaper!” he says, and then you feel him put it on your back in the milk tray. You reach up and grab his dick, and start stroking his hard cock as Edmund nears his brink.

“You, too, Zeke?” asks Edmund, and Zeke answers with a grunted uh-huh.