Office B*tch 9 - The Crawl

Alex slid off the table, his body trembling from the relentless edging, muscles weak and mind fogged with exhaustion. The overload had pushed him to limits he didn't know existed—his prostate sensitive, his erection aching with denied release, precum still dribbling in thin trails down his shaft. He collapsed to his knees on the cool floor, gasping.

The bosses gave no reprieve. They returned to their chairs, forming that familiar semicircle, legs spread wide, bulges evident through their trousers now. Elliot unzipped first, his voice calm but commanding. "On your knees, Alex. Crawl to me. Slowly."

Alex's eyes widened. "Crawl? Like... no—"

"Crawl," Marcus echoed, unzipping as well. The others followed suit, exposing themselves one by one—hard, waiting. "Start with Elliot. And beg when you get there."

His knees ached against the floor as he began, hands pressing down for balance, ass high in the air as he moved forward inch by inch. The crawl felt endless, degrading, his erection swinging beneath him, throbbing visibly with each shift. A drop of precum fell to the floor, marking his path.

Reaching Elliot, Alex hesitated, face inches from the exposed length. "Please... let me suck you?"

Elliot gripped his hair, guiding his head down. "Deeper." Alex's lips parted, taking the shaft in, tongue working as he bobbed. Critiques came immediately: "Slower—use more tongue. You're sloppy, just like your trades."

His own leaks continued, a small puddle forming beneath him.

"Clean that up," Elliot ordered mid-suck, pulling out briefly. Alex dipped his head lower, tongue lapping at his own mess on the floor.

Back to sucking, deeper now, gagging slightly as Elliot thrust lightly. When he finished the turn— no release for the boss, just edging them too—Alex was pushed away. "Next. Crawl."

To Marcus, the crawl renewed the shame, ass swaying, erection bobbing. "Permission... to suck?"

Marcus guided him down, critiquing: "Tighter lips—earn it." Leaks licked clean intermittently.

To Julian, the degrading crawl dragged on, his knees scraping slightly, ass lifted vulnerably as he approached. "Let me... suck you?"

Julian's dark eyes locked on him, hand tangling in Alex's hair to pull him forward. "Open wider." Alex's mouth enveloped the length, sucking with forced rhythm, tongue swirling under Julian's direction. "Better pace—don't rush, savour it like the thief you are."

Precums pooled below, and Julian paused: "Lick your mess first." Alex's tongue darted to the floor, cleaning the sticky evidence.

Resuming, Alex took him deeper, throat constricting around the thrusts, gags muffled. No climax, just prolonged tease—then pushed aside. "Next."

The path to Theo felt even more humiliating, floor blurring under his palms, erection slapping against his belly with each movement. "Please... allow me to suck?"

Theo's smirk widened, hand gripping the back of Alex's neck, shoving him down. "All the way—show enthusiasm." Alex bobbed earnestly, cheeks hollowing, under Theo's taunts: "Use that tongue more, like you're begging for mercy."

A fresh puddle formed, and Theo yanked him up briefly: "Clean it, sloppy." Alex lapped at the floor, the taste bitter on his tongue.

Back down, deeper thrusts making him choke, eyes watering. Edged but unfinished, Alex was dismissed. "Last one. Crawl."

The final crawl to Caleb was agonising, body exhausted, ass exposed and swaying, drops trailing behind. "May I... suck you?"

Caleb's olive fingers curled in Alex's hair, guiding him onto the waiting shaft. "Slow and deep—improve or start over." Alex sucked with building desperation, throat working, critiques sharp: "More suction—prove you're worth keeping around."

Leaks accumulated, and Caleb commanded: "Lick every drop clean." Alex's tongue swept the floor, the act drilling deeper shame.

Resuming, the throbs intensified with Caleb's light thrusts, gagging him further. Still no release for the boss, just endless edging—then the cycle loomed for a second round, the submissive acts layering into a fog of degradation.