The next week for Jake was like a waking nightmare, a repeating loop of him coming in to work, putting his clothes in the small desk that was now his in the corner of his boss' office, then cuffing his own hands behind his back before kneeling naked under the boss' desk, ready to give his first blowjob of the day.
Invariably, either Tasha or Trisha would come in and check to make sure he was properly situated and waiting to serve. Tasha had started asking him if he was "ready for his breakfast", which somehow made the whole thing even more humiliating. When Mr. Howard arrived, he would sit in his chair and wait while one of the girls unzipped his fly and fished out his already lengthening cock. He then slid his chair into position and sighed with satisfaction as Jake's lips slid over the head, tongue sliding over the dribble of precum that was already leaking from the tip. At a minimum, the "breakfast" blowjob took a half hour each morning. The longest had been almost an hour.
It was amazing to Jake that a week was all it took for a hellish experience to become his new normal. Every day, he regretted the night he foolishly followed his girlfriend Stacy's commands in what they thought was just risky play to make their sex life more exciting. Play that culminated in him walking the halls of the office, jerking off until he finally spewed a huge load of cum onto his boss' desk and then obediently licked it up.
Little did he know that his risqué escapade was caught on camera, creating video that his boss, Mr. Howard, then used to blackmail Jake into becoming his blowjob bitch. And demoting him to personal assistant, which was another issue for Jake as it reduced his pay by half. So, not only did he kneel in shame twice a day to suck his boss off, he did so while worrying about how he would cover rent on his apartment. His landlord was an asshole who Jake was sure would give him no relief on the deadline that was looming in a week.
Between blowjob duties, Jake would be uncuffed and allowed to go back to his desk and work on menial admin until it was time to service his boss again. The entire week was like this. He was allowed short bathroom breaks, but never took a lunch and was too afraid to ask, so the only thing in his stomach every day was Mr. Howard's semen until he got home for dinner. Finally, on Friday, Tasha waltzed in around noon and told him she and Trisha realized that he had not been given a meal break all week. She held a tumbler in her right hand and a small plastic container in her left.
"Here you go, bitch. We don't think you have time to take a real break, but we don't want to see you go home hungry, so we brought you a protein shake." She set the tumbler down on his desk and Jake could see it was about half full with some sort of white smoothie. Then, Tasha removed the lid from the plastic container and held it over the tumbler. He immediately recognized the familiar smell of semen, and looked up at her, his eyes pleading. "Oh, you didn't think we would be so mean as to only give you half a glass of protein, did you slut? It took all week to gather this many donations."
As she spoke, Tasha slowly moved the plastic container so Jake could watch the slimy contents swirl around. The tub was nearly full of cum. He stared, transfixed, as she slowly poured the slime into his smoothie. Then she produced a thick plastic straw and inserted it to stir the mixture. Finally, she used one finger to scrape the last of the sperm from the tub. Holding her slime covered digit to his lips, she didn't need to speak as he obediently opened his mouth and sucked it clean. "Good boy. Now, suck down your lunch before your boss needs his afternoon service."
Jake bent his head and stared at the thick mixture as his mouth found the straw. He hesitated, mind racing. Where could the girls possibly have gotten this many loads of cum? Was every load from a different guy? His stomach churned at the thought of swallowing the cum of possibly dozens of guys. But he knew he had no choice, and his lips closed around the hard plastic tube as he began slurping the first mouthful of filth. His tormentors had found a way to successfully ratchet up the humiliation, and he felt his cheeks burn with shame as he swallowed. Looking up, he saw Tasha smiling. She turned and walked out, leaving him to choke down his meal in solitude.
The rest of Friday played out as normal, once Jake had swallowed the contents of "lunch". About 3pm, Mr. Howard gestured for him and he dutifully stripped, cuffed his wrists behind him and then crawled on his knees to squeeze under his boss' desk. The next half hour was filled with the sounds of Jake slurping, licking and sucking Mr. Howard's huge black cock until finally being forced to deepthroat it while those heavy balls pumped multiple spurts of semen into his stomach. Jake dutifully licked the shaft clean, thanked his boss for the cum, and then crawled back to his desk. Thankfully, this meant he was now free for the weekend.
As soon as he got home to his apartment, Jake called his girlfriend again. This was the third time this week he had reached out to her, but each time he was greeted by her voicemail. He left a message to say he really needed to see her, then flopped onto his bed to relax. But after two weeks with no relief, he was so horny he couldn't think straight. So, he stripped and lay on the bed slowly stroking his cock as he thought about his girl. His thoughts strayed to Tasha and Trisha, at first imagining himself standing over them both as they knelt and slobbered over his dick. Soon, his stroking got faster and his breathing became heavier even as his brain betrayed him with images of Mr. Howards meaty cock as it slid into Jake's mouth. He tried unsuccessfully to switch fantasies but try as he might, his mind kept coming back to him on his knees sucking dick. His orgasm rushed out of him, jets of sperm flying into the air and coating his chest. Several globs of semen landed on his face, glazing his lips and chin as his breathing steadied. Just then, a furious knocking at the door of his apartment startled him out of his reverie. He heard his landlord yelling loudly for him as the pounding continued. Jumping to his feet, Jake grabbed his t-shirt and wiped the puddle of cum from his chest, then pulled up his pants and zipped them as he hurried to the door.
His landlord, Todd, had clearly been drinking as Jake opened the door. The man towered over him and always made Jake uncomfortable. With a thick beard and a pronounced beer belly, he was the epitome of redneck. Now, he stood at Jake's door in a Superman tee shirt and basketball shorts, arms folded and a stern look on his face.
"Hey Todd, what's up?" Jake asked
"What's up is the rent, boy." Todd stared quizzically at his tenant and Jake got even more uncomfortable than usual. "Been having a little solo fun, or do you got a boyfriend in there with you?"
