#m.ajorbeans

"Struggling there handsome?"

"Pfft, as if, just taking my time so you can savour how wrong you are" Joel announced before he rushes forward and throats way too much of Scott's horse cock, giving himself a second Adam's apple and making his gag reflex almost inverts itself. Scott pulls him off as soon as he processes the rushing, clawing tight warmth enveloping his cock down to the flare, although not as quick as to not savour it and the competitive desperation fuelling each movement.

Between the hacking, choked, wet coughs, Joel's watery eyes glare up at Scott - gently amused by the squirming thrashes. He holds the rope tighter from then on, and Joel cannot swallow of Scott's cock of his own accord, despite his best attempts.

“You know with such a big mouth, I thought you would be better at this.”

“Blummin’ piss off Scott…”Joel rumbles, face burnished in that intoxicatingly endearing mix of bashful and embarrassment and loathing.

“As cute as it is watching struggle down half of my cock, I really don’t want to clean throw up off it…” Scott shudders as Joel growls, still trying to lean back down on to his stupid horse cock - which he will not be bested by because he is not letting Scott beat him: if he has to see that detached smugness again he is gonna break his horn off.

The rattle of a little container sounds like a warning bell, and before Joel can register the impending act - all too consumed with thoughts of goring him on his own horn, Scott shakes out two small pearly white tablets and stuffs them into Joel's mouth before forcing it closed.

"If I'm gonna fuck your throat properly, need to have my cock nice and lubed up... now, suck." Begrudgingly, Joel does as he is told, but only because the little mints have a delightful summer lemon note that he finds appealing. Yeah, that's it.

Rolling the little white tablets around his mouth, Joel closes his eyes so he doesn't have to suffer Scott's presence, and is pleasantly surprised by the fizzling sparkle colonising his mouth. As his tongue swirls, drowning the shrinking mints in attention, a growing, pleasant current fills his mouth and soon he can feel flesh sparkling. His head grows increasingly heavy - although Scott hasn't roofied him: part of Joel wishes he would - with a bubbly warmth that swirls and floods him mouth.

Oh. The glands in his mouth are tingling like a current is running through by the time the mints are distant memories on his tongue. Saliva flood his mouth, swirling around and rushing into his mouth. He opens his eyes to look at Scott, who hand has long abandoned his mouth, and he as soon as his lips part tributaries of drool come spilling down his chin in thickening streams. Joel hastily shuts his mouth, embarrassment burnishing across his cheeks while Scott basks in it.

"Oh, thank you so much for volunteering to help dear," Scott gives him that domineering mildly condescending smile again and Joel growls, a deep wet rolling sound from the base of his throat that breaks like waves against the shore line of his teeth until Scott's thumb hooks his mouth open.

With a soaking gasp, a monsoon of saliva pours out of Joel's mouth and onto Scott's cock, positioned just below him. His eyes haze at the sight, at the torrential downpour of saliva from his mouth, slicking and coating Scott's fat horse cock in a shimmering shine. It pools around the flared head before dripping down and sopping the shaft in his saliva until it is thoroughly soaked.

The sight makes his chest ache, burning so hot it becomes bitterly cold, the frost-heat of humiliation kindling into a blaze throughout him, making him increasingly lightheaded. Just a useless lube dispenser for Scott's thick, juicy cock… Joel moans and a hefty glob of saliva splashes across the head of Scott's cock, much to his amusement.

"Please… come on, not getting any younger here," Joel gargles, each movement of his tongue further soaking Scott's cock.

"Was that begging I heard?" Scott chuckles, amused at the sloppy bite Joel makes for his cock - alas the rope binding his torso keeps him just out of react as if he were Tantalus.

"Blummin' hells Scott, just let me throat your stupid cock already," Joel whines, desperation soaking into his voice as saliva continues to drip and pour past his lips, his chin and jaw soaked and increasingly sticky.

Scott slackens his hold on the rope and let's Joel close enough that the edge of his head rubs against his spit soaked chin. "Promise you won't throw up on my cock, take it all like a good slut?"

"Pfft, you know I will, probably scared I'll do it too easy - give you the best head of your life!" Joel boasts, although his boastful arrogance is somewhat offset by the sloppy flood pouring from his mouth.

Scott chuckles and places his hand on the back of Joel's skull, "We'll see about that handsome."