He who kneels

"Whitney… guest." Was almost all Claire said as they entered the bedroom. Jesse realised their brief interaction in the corridor might actually have been the most he'd ever heard her speak in one go. She clammed up again now though.

Whitney herself was laid back on presumably her own bed, staring up at a flexitab and idle scrolling through it. The brusque young hermaphrodite was wearing nothing but a loose pair of silky boxer shorts, which were doing a particularly poor job of hiding the large penis spilling out of one side. Glancing up at the new arrivals, she made some attempt to tidy this up… but Claire motioned for her to stop.

"That's what he needs…" The shyer roommate stated, flatly. Bringing a wicked smile to Whitney's lips. Jesse was suddenly fairly certain this had been a mistake… Maybe one of the other boys was still up and about? …Maybe George?!

"So! The little sissy finally comes knocking at our door, begging for a taste, eh?"

Whitney marched right up to the pair of them, her small, pert breasts bobbing free and in stark contrast to that which lay below. She took Claire into her arms for a second and kissed her forehead, almost tenderly… before throwing the light-framed creature onto the bed behind her with tousled hair and a smacked ass.

Jesse's blood was already boiling a little at 'little sissy'. His short, slim stature never really bothered him in the slightest… except when brought up by this one infuriating character who was practically the same size as him. There was something about Whitney in general that just played on his nerves, even though he knew that that was what she was always aiming for. He didn't understand why so much of the block seemed to actually like her.

"I… I just need to suck someone off for a homework assignment…" He muttered. "Daniel's run out of juice. Claire dragged me here..." The boy was desperately trying to look anywhere else than the already rising limb leaking out of her only clothing. She was clearly enjoying this.

“Well… I could see how we might be able to help you there…” Whitney teased, the corner of her grin twitching in time with her swelling erection. “...if you beg for it enough.”

“What?!” Stuttered Jesse, indignation bristling. If she thought he was going to-

“Beg for my cock… Like my other slut does. Like any good, pathetic, grovelling dick-swallower should.” She had moved a step closer now and was right in his face. He could practically feel the warmth coming off of her body. The place where her still-constrained manhood might brush up against his smooth, bare leg. “You’ve come asking me for a favor. To do the only thing a pretty, little thing like you ever wants to do… Maybe my homework is to persuade any jumped-up, too-good-for-it little sword-gulpers I find; to get down on their knees and admit that there’s nothing they love more than feeling a nice, big cock sliding down their throat…”

Jesse could feel a burning at the back of his neck now. He was clenching and unclenching his fists. He hated Whitney… but he couldn’t go back to school tomorrow empty handed… He couldn’t let everyone down again. He looked over at Claire. The girl was watching on, impassively. Expectantly. She must go through this and worse every day… Was he really going to refuse, right in front of her?

With a defeated sigh… The boy sank down towards the carpet.