I got Zane again at work. I was sitting at my desk feeling a bit of victory. I didn't get to feel like this much any more, so I was pretending to work and reveling in the feeling. I stretched, leaning back in my chair. I saw Mike out of the corner of my eye, but since I had hours before I would have to take his cock again, I didn't let it bother me as much.
Coming out of the bathroom, I saw Mike exiting the mail room. "Get in here." Mike barked at me, motioning for me to get in the mail room. Shit.
"Yes, Sir." At least no one else was around. He was going to make me suck his dick. Shit, shit, shit. I didn't want to have to do this.
Mike closed and locked the door. Good, that would keep anyone from barging in on us. I didn't know that door locked. Shit. It struck me if he could lock the door he could easily make me suck him off anytime the mood struck him.
"Get to your real job fag." Mike said undoing his pants.
"Yes, Sir." I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth. I only got a few trips up and down his shaft before he grabbed the back of my head and started to hump my face. I gagged when he started but quickly realized that I needed to be quiet. I would be the one taking the brunt of things if we got caught. It's fucking hard to keep the noise down when there is a giant pecker pounding your tonsils.
Mike chuckled, "This will teach you to keep silent you stupid fucker." Mike was leaving his dick in me, and I was having trouble breathing. But I couldn't do anything to stop him. I had to take it. Mike kept fucking my throat. It felt like he wanted to cum, so this would be over soon. It was, and he shot down my throat. "Get out bitch."
"Yes, Sir." I quickly brushed off my knees, not wanting anyone to see and suspect. Mike had managed to ruin my mood, so I was foul for the rest of the day.
A few days later, as I was watching the clock move to lunch, I got a text. [I'm in your parking lot. Get out here and blow me fag.] Travis was out there. Fuck. [Yay! I get cum Sir!] I texted back. Double fuck. I have no idea how Chris programmed me to text like that. I got up and told my boss I was slipping out early for lunch and made it to the parking lot.
Travis's car was there, off in an isolated corner. I got into the passenger's side, and said "I'm so thrilled to suck you off! Thank you so much Sir!"
"I know fag, get going." Travis pulled his shorts down and put his hand behind my head, guiding it to his cock. I needed to get him off quick, to reduce the chance of anyone catching us. I got to sucking. It was uncomfortable. I'd made chicks suck me in the car before, and never cared how they had to twist to get my dick in their mouth. I managed to get his dick all the way down. Set up like this, my nose was going to to the side of his leg rather then his pubes, I was slobbering and moving my tongue to stimulate him as much as possible. "You are getting better. Those lessons are paying off." Well, if I was getting better, this should go faster. I brought my hand up to play with his balls. I needed him to cum quickly. If anyone saw. If anyone even suspected I was blowing a guy out here, I'd be ruined at the office. I could hear the comments in my head, and I was sure I'd get fired. I moved my head up and down as fast as I could, the twist in my torso aching.
I felt Travis's balls pull up and he shot in my mouth, pulling my head up by the hair so his cum got on my face. "I'm done, get out." Travis covered up and started his car.
"I loved sucking you Sir!" I screamed in a high pitched voice, then scrambled to wipe my face as I got out. He pulled out with no concern for me, evening honking to draw attention. I had to jump to avoid being hit. Watching the car head away I thought I was going to have to find someplace to eat, as I couldn't make it back too early or my boss would wonder what I was up to.
I ate lunch alone, thinking of how I could be forced to service so many men at their whim. They didn't care how difficult it was for me. I had no control over my life. Fuck, I didn't have control over my own dick. Chris had taken everything from me. I couldn't do anything about it. I was helpless. Depressed, I headed back to the office.
My days were misery. Mike was using me more at work, and I was getting worried someone would notice I was spending time in the mailroom. The Dial-A-Fag texts were getting more frequent, it seems the guys were getting used to using me and clearly liking it. Chris ignored me a lot at home, having me be his servant and his fuck-boy. Chris might be ignoring me at home, but I wasn't there as much with Travis and Josh calling me on demand.
Saturday morning, Chris had me fuck myself on his pole then get to my chores. I was there to service his dick and act like his servant. In some ways I was like a lamp, he only thought of me when he needed me. I either felt like a sex object or just an object.
The doorbell rang. "Get it slave!" Chris shouted at me.
"Yes, Master." I crawled to the door and opened it from my knees. The guy waiting was skinny, and had purple hair. He was dressed in what must be tights and a shirt I knew wouldn't keep his belly covered. He had a bag over his shoulder.
"Oooo look at you!" He stepped up to me and shoved his crotch in my face. "Hee hee smell that."
I heard Chris laugh from the other room. "He'll do more than smell it for you. Once you fancy him up a bit."
What did he mean by fancy me up? This was not going to be good for me.
The new guy ran his fingers through my hair. "I'll fancy him up so good." He then started moving into the living room. "Follow, little pet."
Damn, he was insulting me already. I crawled as ordered. Chris ordered me to kneel up with my hands behind my head while they talked. Turns out the guy's name was Bastian. They chatted, and I mostly ignored it as they were just talking. Bastion was a bit on the tall side, very slender. He flicked his hair back as he talked a lot. It was falling over his eyes constantly. I found it annoying to watch him and I don't know how he stood it.
After they had talked a while, Bastion looked over at me. "He is well built, isn't he?" Shit, I felt like a piece of meat under his gaze.
"Yeah, and he's obedient. Slave, slap your face." Chris said to me.
"Yes, Master." I slapped my face.
"Ooooh, make him do it again!" Bastion fairly bounced as he was so excited at me slapping myself.
"You can do it, he'll do anything you say." Chris gave Bastion a playful shove to the arm.
Bastion's eyes light up. "Slap yourself again."
"Yes, Sir." I did.
