Subliminals

"I'm hot." you whisper, just in earshot of him.

"Excuse me?" he asked, looking at you annoyed.

"Hmm?" you feign ignorance, "Don't worry about it."

He turned back, looking increasingly upset with you. As he returned to work, you began whispering more things, loud enough that he could hear, but quiet enough that he ignored.

"My cock is hot."

"My cock feels good."

"Your mouth wants my cock."

"Your hole wants my cock."

"You want my cock."

"My cock overrides your brain."

"Cock."

"Cock."

"Cock."

You could see he was struggling with his work. You glance over, seeing formulas morph into penis artwork and the word cock. Leaning to his ear, you simply whisper one thing.

"My cock."

In an instant, he turns around. His usually professional demeanour and good posture is gone. He looks like a madman, his eyes filled with lust. His pants are tenting and he looks like he's been sweating.

"I- I- I need your cock." he gasps.

Before you can say anything, he rushes to his door, locking it. Turning back, he looks hungry.

"Please, let me have it."

The sight of the genius looking like a horny mess excited you. You simply began unbuttoning your pants as he walked towards you. Releasing your hard monster, the twink dropped to his knees, mouth hanging open in awe. You grin as you guide your cock into his open mouth. The genius wrapped his inexperienced lips around your throbbing member. You groan, feeling the achievement of claiming the intelligent young man. Dale began sucking on your cock, gaining a rhythm as he slowly worked his way down to the base. Soon, he didn't need to use a hand to jerk the root of your dick, stretching his lips and cheeks as he made his way to your trimmed bush. Despite the vacant look in his eyes, he seemed determined to swallow your entire fuckstick. You kept a cruel smirk on your face as he strained his virgin mouth over your dick. The gagging and **** noises were music to your ears. There was a triumphant feel in the room as he finally managed to swallow your entire length, burning his nose in your musky pubes.

To reward him, you grabbed hold of his head and began moving it back and forth. You sped your thrusts, skull fucking the mindless twink onto your rigid member. From how you rubbed his strained throat and heard his strangled gags, the poor boy was gonna be bruised tomorrow. Right now, however, was a different story, as you abused the throat that would normally spout ridiculous equations. From the look in his eyes, though, he was in no state to solve anything other than how to get your cum. Dale allowed you to continue facefucking him, his own hands playing with his freed cock. You pulled your rod from his mouth.

"Alright, my brainless little slut," you said, slapping your dick on his face, "that mouth of yours was okay, but I'm ready to fuck your other hole."