Bad End 2B - Cocksucker

Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months.

You spend your days working on the Production Floor, putting together the robot toys that have become the sole purpose of your existence. With your hands cuffed to your collar, you operate the controls with your feet. {if Bondage level > 3}You've gotten used to lifting the solid gold shackles on your ankles, so it doesn't tire you out as much as it used to. {endif}

At the end of the afternoon shift, everyone gets to return to their cells. But not you. The elf guards leave you until last. Once the Production Floor is empty, they come back for you and escort you to the Archives. You're pushed to your knees and made to suck the elves' cocks until your aching tongue and jaw can barely take any more. Sometimes, Alabaster watches from his armchair. If it's one of those nights, he usually gets to be the first elf to use your throat. You've gotten used to deepthroating his long, thin dick and how the way his cum tastes reminds you faintly of berries. He likes to shoot the first load straight down your throat and then, after some of the others have painted your face with their cum, add his second load to the sticky mess covering your face.

Of course, with your hands locked to your collar, there's not a lot you can do to relieve your own arousal during these sessions in the Archives. If you've been particularly good, then at the end of the night, the elves allow you to coax out one final load of cum: your own. You've gotten quite flexible after a lot of practice. The elves simply flip you onto your back and bring your legs up over your head so that you can stimulate your own dick with your tongue until you release your own load into your mouth. The elves make sure you swallow all of it before they let you go. Finally, they drag you back to your cell for the few short hours until it's time to join the morning shift again.

THE END