Obey quietly

"Your job is to move those crates over there," Krik says. "Get to it."

The plastic crates are almost as big as you, and heavy. You have to put all your weight behind them and push them across the smooth metal floor. It's hard work, and within minutes your muscles are trembling. Sweat mixes with the long-dried cum covering your body, causing it to run down your arms and legs.

Krik doesn't help. They just watch you work, looking amused. There are five crates, but you're only three crates in when you have to stop for a rest.

"What are you, lazy?" Krik is clearly enjoying themself. "I told you to move the crates, not sit around daydreaming!"

You muster the strength to move a fourth crate. The fifth is physically impossible; you lean against it, but can't push.

"Wow, they really did send me a weakling," Krik jeers. They're stroking their cock, which is growing in size. "At least you're good for one thing, though, right? Maybe we should focus on that."

You push. The crate inches across the floor.

"Maybe you need some motivation. I've got an electric baton around here somewhere, gives a good shock..."

You push. The crate scoots over to the others. You collapse, breathing hard.

"Excellent. We'll take a ten minute break, and then onto the next task, which will be moving the crates back. I don't like them over here, after all."