Lunchtime!

Ordered under the table, I don't wait for Dean to sit, first. I simply go to the table and drop down onto my knees, and crawl under. When Dean comes and pulls his chair out, I turn myself promptly to face him, as he didn't pick the one I was facing.

His thighs part and his knees spread wide, giving me room to move into the position I belong in. I reach up to unbutton his shorts, then unzip them. Opening the flaps, I pull his boxers down under his balls, and then lick his phallus, hilt to crown.

“Mm, he knows his place and his job fairly well, for it being, what, his first day?” Dean asks. Amy hums softly in response, as I kiss Dean's crown and then wrap my lips around it, sliding my mouth down onto the freshly-washed length of his rod.

I bob my head slow, sucking Dean's cock gently and quietly, careful not to make any noise that would disrupt him talking to his younger sister. There's a pause, which I assume is Dean having a bite of his sandwich, before he speaks to her again.

“So do you have a patient lined up?” Dean asks, as my mouth slides up his shaft. I grind the tip of my tongue against the sensitive frenulum, but Dean makes no indication he is even aware of me under the table, much less responding to me.

“Hm?” Amy asks, as I hear the refrigerator door close, and then the microwave door opens and closes, in the background as I bob my head on Dean's length. He's longer than Amy, but Amy's cock is a modest margin thicker than her brother's.

“Your brainwashed faggot cock slave gets you accreditation, so you can charge for hypnosis, now, right?” Dean follows, and Amy hums a yes, “So, all you need is a patient for therapeutic hypnosis, and you get permanent accreditation, yea?”

“Oh, right,” Amy replies, “That. No, I have to wait for my accreditation papers to arrive now that my faggot's ed. Only once I have my hypnosis cert can I and market it as a professional skill I can charge for. So, a small delay.”

“If I had someone lined up and didn't want to charge, though, I could give someone hypnotic therapy this evening,” Amy adds, “and then just go with them to the government office tomorrow, then wait a week for my permanent certification.”

“Oh,” Dean replies as I continue sucking his cock, sliding my mouth up and down, “Duh, of course. I forgot about the step in the middle. Yea, you understandably wouldn't want to jump the gun.” I cradle his underside with my tongue as I dive.

“So will he be exclusively cum-fed, or could I give him a treat after lunch?” Dean asks. I blink, listening attentively while my mouth slides down to his hilt. I swallow around him, working to earn my lunch, even while Dean is chowing above me.

“Exclusively cum-fed,” Amy replies, then hums, “Mm ... well. Exclusively cum-fed, but treats are okay. He likes coffee and chocolate, and I don't wanna take everything away from him, but I want all of his meals and nutrition to come from cock.”

“Right. I've got some truffles in my room,” Dean says, “I'll give him one by way of treat for being a good boy once the fag's earned his lunch. Mind if I take him to my room with me if he doesn't finish his lunch before I finish with my sandwich?”

“Sure, go ahead,” Amy replies as she sits down behind me, across from her brother. For now, I don't respond to her at all, knowing my place and knowing Dean is the one feeding me lunch, and with her balls already drained, Amy has no needs.

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