Hell no!

Clean him up? Ridiculous! No way will you do that. He may feel bad about **** you while he came, but he still fucked your throat against your will. Like hell you would further **** yourself by sucking him without him even asking. You turn away from Clevt, "If you were really sorry you would help me escape!".

"Clevt really sorry, but boss will know.", he steps closer and you flinch a bit when he kneels down behind you. *Click* ... shit. He shuts the collar back around your neck, you had completely forgotten about that. "You will enjoy soon, slaves always enjoy.", he sounds like he is actually trying to be nice. He then stuffs his cock under his loincloth and climbs out of the hole.

His steps move away and out of earshot, then they return after a few minutes. In his hand is a wooden bowl filled with an unidentifyable stew. Some sort of meat and vegetables, most likely. He sets it down in the hole, "Boss say all slaves must eat like dog.", then he places a spoon in the bowl with a grin that was probably meant to be sly, "But boss not here rigt now.". Then he leaves.

With a low growl, your stomach suddenly makes it's presence known. Despite the load of orc-cum, you still feel very hungry. If you have learned one thing, then it is to respect food, to eat when and while you can. A malnourished warrior is a weak one. So despite it seeming like another humiliation to accept food from your captors, you pick up the spoon and dig in. It is not particularly good, but does a wonderful job at banishing the taste of orc-cum out of your mouth.

Well, that was day one I guess.