Choose Your Own Adventure - Part 11 (Patreon)

To make up for the delay, we have a longer entry for this week's Choose Your Own Adventure. You voted for Drake to service the guys and here's what happens.

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Drake’s frustration at the situation showed clearly on his face. “We’ve done everything you wanted. You’ve got your pictures. Now you can leave.”

Miles chuckled. “I’m not sure I like his tone. You think he’d be a bit happier that we aren’t going straight to the directors.”

Alec shrugged. “There’s definitely a lack of gratitude.”

Drake growled in his throat and Oliver put a hand on his muscled arm. “Look, this has been a weird day, and we just want to get home. Please can you guys just let us go now.”

“Always so polite, Ollie,” Bobby said with a smile. “Okay, I guess we’ll go now.”

Miles walked over to the door and stood in front of it. “Not just yet. I’ll admit that Ollie here is polite, but boss man is far from it. I think he needs to earn some respect.”

Miles and Alec exchanged a loaded look, before both grinning like the cats that had got the cream.

“Get on your knees, boss man. You guys can go as soon as you’ve serviced our cocks.”

“What?” Drake yelled. “I’m not going anywhere near your cocks. You’re crazy.”

Bobby immediately perked up at the idea. “Oh, I think you will, Drake. You don’t want to lose your job, and you want to be able to get out of here, so I think you’ll do as you’re told.”

Oliver looked at Drake and could see the conflict in him. As much as Oliver wanted to just get out of here and have some alone time with Drake, he couldn’t deny that the idea of his sexy boss on his knees was appealing.

“Drake, if you won’t do it, then I will. I want to get out of here.”

Drake looked at Oliver stood there with his cock still rock solid and occasionally twitching. “No, I don’t want you degrading yourself for them.”

Oliver grabbed Drake’s hand in both of his and Drake looked into his eyes. “Then can you please do what they want so that we can get out of here.”

The thought of being able to get Oliver on his own and to himself was more than enough incentive for Drake to take a deep breath before he grudgingly got down on his knees.

“Fuck yes,” Miles said with a grin as he walked towards Drake, already undoing his belt and his suit pants.

Miles wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the outline of his cock was clear through the thin material of his suit pants.

“Don’t even think about biting,” Miles said as he gripped Drake’s chin in his hand.

“Don’t tempt me,” Drake said in a low voice.

Miles dropped his suit pants to his knees and his six-inch cock hung in front of Drake’s face. Not wanting to drag things out longer than necessary, Drake licked the head before taking the full length into his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Miles groaned as Drake went to town on his cock.

Drake had always been a master at giving head and he went straight for his best moves, focusing his tongue on the slit and the ridge around the base of the head.

Miles panted as Oliver, Bobby and Alec watched the show. Drake kept his eyes firmly closed as he tugged on Miles’ balls with one hand, whilst keeping a tight grip on the base of Miles’ dick with the other.

“Look at that cocksucker go,” Bobby said, half surprised, half impressed.

“Fuck, it’s so good,” Miles moaned, his ass contracting as he thrust his hips. “I’m so fucking close.”

Miles fisted his hand in Drake’s hair and Drake increased the suction as he felt Miles’ balls drawing up,

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna blow,” Miles gasped before pumping his load down Drake’s throat.

As soon as Miles pulled his dick free from Drake’s mouth, Drake spat his load on the carpet, a look of revulsion on his face.

“I thought you’d swallow,” Miles said, his pupils blown with lust.

“I only swallow when I want the load.”

Miles laughed. “Ouch!”

“Move over,” Alec said, stepping forward and unzipping his suit pants. “My turn.”

Alec pulled his cock free from his suit pants and it was longer but slimmer than Miles’, and it was already leaking precum.

Drake closed his eyes again, and Alec rammed his cock in his mouth before he could even take a breath.

Alec was so eager that he was pistoning his hips and forcing his cock down Drake’s throat. Drake had no opportunity to use any technique. All he could do was keep his throat relaxed as Alec fucked his face.

“Jesus, Alec, desperate much?” Bobby laughed.

“Shut up dude. This feels fucking amazing.”

Oliver watched the whole show in disbelief. When he’d woken up that morning, he didn’t even know Drake was gay, and now, here he was servicing multiple guys like a pro.

“Oh yeah, this is . . . oh fuck . . .”

Before Alec shot his load, he pulled his cock free from Drake’s mouth with just enough time to explode all over Drake’s face.

“What the fuck?” Drake hissed.

Alec laughed. “Shut up and take it.”

Bobby stepped forward, sensing that Drake had been pushed too far. “Okay guys, fun has been had, but let’s leave it there. You guys head off, and I’ll deal with these two.”

Miles and Alec protested, but Bobby made it quite clear that he wasn’t discussing it further.

As the two guys left the office and Bobby relocked the door, Oliver grabbed some tissues from the desk and started cleaning up Drake’s face.

“Thanks,” Drake said as he looked up at Oliver’s handsome face.

“Okay, we’re definitely done,” Bobby said, and Oliver was convinced he looked a little guilty. “I’ll leave you guys to it.”

Without another word, Bobby left the room and Oliver quickly ran over to lock the door.

“Now what?” he asked Drake.