"Alan" said Victoria "If I have to get up you are going to get another thrashing. There will be no pleading that you're sorry and you'll do it, no apologies or promises will stop me. It's as simple as that, if I have to rise from this chair you are going to get it big time."
Alan did not hesitate for a second. He looked up quickly and seized Paul's penis in his hands rather roughly.
"Ow" said Paul. Alan didn't apologise he just brought his mouth closer to the repulsive organ, descending into ever slower motion as it approached closer and closer. None of this stimulated Paul at all, and he remained quite flaccid, much to the disappointment of Wendy, and of Ben.
Alan heard a slight creak as Ben shifted slightly in his chair, and he misinterpreted it as Victoria growing impatient and beginning to rise. He engulfed Paul's penis rapidly, closing his mouth on it, but keeping his tongue well out of the way. Feeling very stupid, and very embarrassed he didn't know what to do next. He didn't want to lick Paul's penis, not just because such an overtly gay activity repulsed him, but also because he was afraid it was going to taste disgusting. The idea of sucking cock, and eating his own shit at the same time made him swim with nausea. Knowing he couldn't just remain as he was for the rest of his life, he surrendered to the inevitability, and raised his tongue ever so slightly, millimetre by millimetre, until he felt the bottom of Paul's shaft, just where the foreskin puckered slightly under the head. His taste buds reported a slight saltiness, and an unfamiliar savoury taste that he really did not want to think about. He gagged, but he didn't remove the offending penis.
Paul waited patiently, knowing that all eyes were on him and Alan. When Alan's tongue touched him he reacted naturally. After all a tongue was a tongue, and the warm, soft, damp muscle stimulated him pleasantly.
Alan nearly panicked when he felt Paul's penis beginning to grow in his mouth. It started slowly at first, and then rapidly expanded to full size. Fighting the urge to eject it violently from his mouth, he quickly tightened his grip with his hands, closed his eyes, and licked. He tongue swirled round the end of Paul's rapidly stiffening organ, and as he brought it across the glans Paul let out a groan and bucked his hips slightly; instinctively.
Alan felt the faint thrust and nearly gagged again, but maintained his discipline and licked further and further down the shaft until he had licked as far as he could. Afraid of what might happen if he did a poor job, he reversed the process, until he was again licking Paul's glans.
Paul was already frustrated and full of pent up sexual energy, even though he had not long before ejaculated up Alan's arse. The morning had been one long tease as Ben was initiated, and then he had been brought near to orgasm by Amy, but they had been interrupted by the intruders and she had not been able to finish. Paul had then spent a lot of time with Wendy, giving her the pleasure of orgasms, but receiving none in return. Alan's arse had given him welcome and much needed relief, but Paul was still as randy as ever and now, with Alan's tongue stimulating his penis, he felt the pressure rise and release explosively.
Alan felt a powerful spasm in Paul's penis, and before he had a chance to wonder what that meant, the back of his throat was slapped with a string of come, as he gagged, and struggled to swallow he was hit by another. He panicked, like a drowning man, and tried to pull away, but Paul had hold of his head now and pushed him further on to his pulsing penis. Paul's hands slid naturally down to Alan's ears, and in his orgasmic ecstasy he grabbed them roughly and used them as handles. Still feeling like he was suffocating, the sharp pain in his ears caused him to open his mouth and yelp, but still he swallowed for fear he would suffocate otherwise.
The assault came to an abrupt end and Alan breathed heavily from his nose, forcing streams of snot down his face. He felt elated when it was over, as a wave of euphoria at still being alive swept through him. He remembered suddenly that he had to make Paul's penis spotless, and also remembering the consequences of failure he began licking once again, hoping desperately that this would not lead to another ejaculation. He worked fast but carefully, cleaning up every last drop of salty come, with tears welling up in his eyes anew.
Paul's grip on Alan's ears had loosened, and Alan pulled his head back a little as he pulled Paul's penis out of his mouth with his hands. He dropped his head again, too ashamed to look at anyone.
"Clean?" asked Victoria.
"Clean enough" said Paul.
"Alright then, Alison? Quick wipe with a flannel should finish the job off" she said.
Alison bounced up and over to Paul delighted at her assigned task. She lifted Paul's limp penis with one hand, and with a solemn expression of responsibility she brought her flannel up with the other, wiping Paul carefully clean. She lowered his penis again gently, and wasn't the only one disappointed that it remained flaccid. She patted him affectionately on his beautiful bottom. "All done" she said, but not returning to her seat.
"Right then my boy, do you remember what's next?" asked Victoria. Alan didn't respond. He had no doubts any more. Everything Victoria had said they were going to do was going to come to pass. The utter degradation and humiliation of having to wank in front of everyone was too much for him to contemplate. He couldn't answer her, or acknowledge her in any way, even though he knew she was going to make him masturbate.
"Have you forgotten? Would you like me to remind you?" asked Victoria. Alan couldn't answer her; his mind whirled desperately for a means of escape. He could think of nothing except another appeal for mercy. Such an appeal would be humiliating in itself, and he was pretty sure it would fall on deaf ears.
Victoria sighed heavily, and eased herself out of her chair. Distracted by his thoughts, Alan didn't immediately comprehend the meaning of this simple act, and he remained kneeling, head down, tears still rolling down his cheeks as Victoria approached menacingly.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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