I was sucking Chris off, enthusiastically since he had ordered it that way. I hated doing this, and I was moaning in joy and slobbering. Chris knew I was seething under the happy face. The smirk on his proved it, and proved how much he was enjoying it. Chris loved degrading me and forcing me to look like it was my favorite thing. My dick was hard, due to his order, I hope it was his order. I don't think I could deal with it if I was doing this and getting hard on my own.
Chris was hard as a rock, I had gotten a lot better at sucking cock, and he knew Zack was destroying my work life. Chris had to know I had been escaping some at work, and now that was gone. Every minute of every day was being dominated by him. He had total control over me, loaned that control out to others. So easy for him, he just snapped his fingers, gave an order and I went right at it.
Chris farted. And laughed as it didn't slow me down at all. Chris tapped my face with his palm a few times then slapped me full on. I kept my cheerful work going. Chris lay back taking my service. I was sucking so many guys off every day. My entire mouth was sore every night, like my ass was. I wanted to get away from that, but I didn't want to get used to being used like this.
His pubes filled my vision, when I didn't look up to his face. It was a vision I was very familiar with, I could recognize it from anyone else's. Another depressing thought. A hard dick down my throat and I could tell he was finally getting close to cumming. So many skills I never wanted to have. Telling when a man was about to cum. Chris was nearly ready to cum. Finally. Any amount of time was too much for sucking a dick as far as I was concerned.
His cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed it down, like I had been commanded. I suckled his cock as it deflated. Once Chris had his breath back, he pushed me to the floor, kicked my legs apart and landed a few swift kicks to my balls. With that, he went in to shower and I crawled to get his breakfast started.
While I was under the table licking his feet and Chris was enjoying his meal, he gave a kick to my face. "Zane has bent you over a desk and fucked you good in the office, hasn't he?"
"No, Master." I responded, as that had not literally happened.
"Stupid faggot, I know he's done that to you. Not yet at least. But he has fucked you good there. He's told me all about it. Would have loved to have seen it. How did it feel giving him that account in front of everyone? You can speak freely now."
"You fucking bastard! Best thing that's happened to me in that office and you made me give it away." I kept licking his feet, since that was an order. "It was humiliating to give it to him like that. I had worked hard for that account, and in front of everyone I gave it away. Taking the shittiest one we've got. Now he's making me fetch him coffee in front of the entire office." It's not easy to talk while you are licking feet, but I managed it. I was so pissed.
"Too fucking bad. I don't care how humiliated you are, how much work you have to do, who laughs at you, he's the one who succeeds - and you do whatever you can to advance his career."
"You don't even fucking know him!"
"I don't need to. You've got your damn orders." With that, Chris stuck his foot in my mouth and shoved deep, keeping me from saying anything else. I tried, but only a garbled mess came out. Chris laughed at me. "Keep quiet until I get out of here." Chris left me on the floor as he headed off to work, I had to clean the dishes, shower, dress, and get to work. I hated what I had to wear to work. Turquoise shirt and pants so tight you could count the hair on my balls.
I got Zane coffee and a nice pastry on the way in. Taking it to his desk gave me heavy steps. Zane was there already and didn't acknowledge my delivery. I could see people grinning at me. Everyone knew I was whipped by Zane. Doing things for him. I heard whispered conversations suddenly come to a stop when I came close. Everyone knew, and it was the hot gossip. I had to dig into the horrible file, and fetch more coffee for Zane.
The Broward account got some problems springing up already, so I was trudging through all of that mess. Zane IMed me his lunch order, I had to go out and pay for it. On my way to the office, I got a text order to deliver it to him in a conference room. Damn. Zane saw me through the glass and nonchalantly waved me in. Zane with some of the higher management, most likely concerning the great new project, the project that should have been mine. I hated their eyes on me, the mild shock that I was doing this, and even worse, the dismissal as this is how I should be honoring Zane. I was crushed. My co-workers could see what I did, and I could tell it in their eyes. I was acting like his assistant.
Everyone knew I had beaten Zane in a few things in the proceeding weeks, now I was fetching coffee and lunch for him. They may not know what was making me do this, but they all knew it was something. I was miserable all day.
My misery did not lessen over the week. I was sucking cock and taking it up the ass after work, and in the office Zane kept me fetching things for him.
One of my co-workers, and former drinking buddies, Pete caught me in the hall on Friday. We'd banged a few chicks together, dumping them once we got off. Once we left a slut we'd double-teamed drunk in a park. "Dude, what has gotten into you? Why are you being a pussy for Zane? I thought you hated the fucker."
I got really uncomfortable, I had to think of something, no matter how bad. There was no way I could tell the truth. "Long story. No way to go into details. It's just what I have to do right now." I tried to get by. He stopped me.
"You're being his bitch. Has he got something on you? One of those sluts you banged give him something?"
"Nah, not like that. I have to get this..."
"No dude, I have to know. What the fuck it going on?"
"Drop it, not something I'm going to talk about."
"Fuck dude, you're looking like a pussy. A whipped pussy."
"Look, I'm not going into it. Not one bit." Someone else walked into the hall and I used that to slip away. Back at my desk, I put my head in my hands. Everyone knew I was being Zane's bitch. I glanced up and saw Zane look at me and smirk.
Two days later, I got an instant message from Zane, telling me Pete would be over and I was to help him out, whatever he wanted. In a few hours, Pete is by my desk. I figure he's working with Zane on the new project, and wondered what shit work I'd be assigned.
"Come with me." Pete said when he arrived, cocky attitude and all. Great, I was going to be taking on whatever they didn't want to do. Pete was a jerk, so he would be rubbing my nose in him getting to boss me around. Shit, Zane had been giving me grunt work to do on his project, and this would be more of it.
The dread of whatever paperwork it was kept me from noticing we made it to an empty office at the end of a hall. Fairly isolated. I snapped into awareness when Pete closed the door. "Get on your knees and suck me off bitch."
My jaw dropped as my knees obeyed. I had to do whatever he told me to. Shit. Zane set me up. Pete was opening his pants "Fucking bitch you had better do a good job motherfucker." I didn't want to say anything. I was crushed. Pete was my bro, or had been. Now I was his cocksucker. Someone else at work knew I was taking cock. How many more would find out? My stomach turned to ice. There was no way Pete would keep his mouth shut.
Pete's dick tasted a bit smokey. How was I tasting dicks like I was tasting wine? I wanted to choke it out of my throat, but I had orders to always do the best job I could. So my tongue was working hard while Pete had his hands on his hips. Damn, this was humiliating. I was going gangbusters on his cock, and he was doing that grunting/laughing thing since he was amused at me and getting great service at the same time.
