Stripping and spitting

Samuel strode into the living room, then let himself drop onto the couch. Wesley followed, and a couple of seconds after him, Nancy ended the short procession, tiptoeing as if afraid that announcing her presence with her footsteps would shatter the illusion.

"Kneel right here," Samuel said, pointing at the floor in front of him. Nancy's eyebrows rose in recognition: it was the exact same spot where she'd been, all these months ago, taking her first blowjob lesson. Now it was her little brother's turn. If her expression was anything to go by, she was thoroughly appreciating the perversion of the whole thing.

Wesley knelt in front of him, his facial expression full of uncertainty and not a little fear.

"Now take it out," Samuel told him.

After another hesitation, Wesley reached up and set to work on Samuel's belt, using only the very tips of his fingers, moving gingerly, as if he were defusing a bomb and one errant twitch might cause the whole building to come down on top of him, but finally he managed to undo the belt, top button, and finally the zipper.

Now he was faced with a dilemma, though. The command had been to take it out, and to do that, he was going to have to get close and personal. He visibly steeled his nerves and hooked his fingers in Samuel's boxer shorts... and pulled.

Samuel helped—oh so kindly!—by lifting his ass off the couch for a moment, allowing the boy to pull his pants and boxers down to his thighs. His cock escaped from its cotton confines, prompting a sharp gasp from Wesley.

Samuel put his index finger and thumb around the base and showed off his erection, much as he had done with Nancy. And like his sister, Wesley couldn't tear his gaze away from it. He just froze, holding onto Samuel's boxers like a life raft, chin dropping.

"Oh, I see you like that," Samuel stated. "And you know where this is going to go, don't you, boy?"

Wesley shook his head dumbly.

Samuel reached up with his free hand and pushed his thumb against his lips. Wesley's eyes widened. "M-my mouth?"

Samuel grinned. "That's right. I'm going to turn you into my personal cock sucking faggot slut. It's what you want, deep down, isn't it?"

"I... I..."

"Shh, don't talk. Come here. No, first put your hands behind your back again. Good."

Samuel leaned forward, bringing his face close to Wesley's. "Now open your mouth."

Wesley did as he was ordered, and Samuel abruptly spat a thick glob of saliva onto his tongue.

Automatically, the boy closed his mouth and swallowed, pulling a disgusted face. Samuel swore and grabbed a clump of hair and yanked Wesley's head back.

Wesley cried out in pain and shock.

"When I tell you to open your mouth, you keep it open, you dumb slut, until I tell you otherwise! Now open!"

"I'm sorryyy!"

Samuel spat in Wesley's mouth again, and this time fear and pain kept him silent and obedient. A third time, on the bridge of his nose. It slowly dribbled down his cheek.

"Remember why we're doing this. You're making up for your constant lies, and if I'm not very, very happy by the time you're done, do you know who I'm going to take it out on?"

Another wide-eyed nod.

Samuel let go of his hair and leaned back. "Good. Now get to work."

Wesley didn't move for several long seconds, either unsure of what was expected of him, or afraid to comply with it. Samuel gestured at his erection. "Well?"

Wesley tentatively reached up and after another moment's hesitation, curled his fingers around the hard pole in front of him. It looked huge in his delicate hands as he began to jerk Samuel off. Samuel let him set his own pace for a while, but after a couple of minutes he grunted.

"Enough of that. It's time to put that pretty little mouth of yours to work. Have you ever sucked a cock before?"

"N-no..."

"You're about to learn. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be best damn cocksucker in the city. Come closer. Come on."

Wesley lifted up and shuffled forwards on his knees, placing one hand on Samuel's knee for balance.

"Now open your mouth. Wider! Good. Now stay just like that, understood?"

"Ah-hah," Wesley voiced, his mouth too widely open to make a more intelligible response.

"Don't worry, we'll go slow."