Coffee Break (Patreon)

It's time for another installment in my latest Patreon series- The Half-Naked Assistant. If you like where this is going, head to my inbox to give suggestions for future stories- I'd love to see what shenanigans you suggest for him. 

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As the elevator doors open, I realized that I still wasn’t used to this job. I’d been wondering on the way up here if I would finally quit having my heart beat double time once I got to my floor, but it had now been two weeks, and it still was beating too fast in my chest. Holding my bag in front of my crotch, I headed straight to my desk and began working.

My orientation period was done, and I was on my own now. All I had to do before 9:00 was print out the schedule after making any last-minute changes that had popped up over the weekend and fix breakfast for Trent and Austin. The latter had told me that that wasn’t necessary, but us assistants needed to stick together. He was getting here now, and I was jealous of how social he could be while still wearing nothing but shoes and a tight pair of briefs below his waist. He even tucked in his shirt to completely show off his bulge while I was still trying to hide as much real estate as I could.

Trent wasn’t helping either- every time he walked by our desks to get to his office, he’d give us one of his devilish smiles. My ears would then start to turn scarlet, and he wouldn’t even pretend not to notice. I was putty in his hands, and we both knew that. Austin was used to all of this, and his fiancé somehow was as well.

“Good morning, you ready to work your first staff meeting?” Austin was at his desk now and talking as he surveyed his breakfast with a smile. “All you have to do is drinks and pass out folders. Here you go!”

I grabbed the small notepad that he’d thrown at me, and I began to look at the lengthy list of names.

“I already have everyone’s usual orders next to their names, so all you have to do is check them off to make sure they didn’t suddenly make a change. You’ll then pass out folders, come back here and make drinks, and then bring them back to the conference room. Once they’re done, Trent will signal whether he needs something else printed or if you can leave- easy peasy.”

As the meeting got started around 9:15, I began to believe Austin. Everyone wanted their usual except for Mike who just wanted to change his milk preference. I had their folders ready to go, and everyone politely nodded at me. Some even were able not to look down at my crotch as I walked around the room.

Back in the kitchen, I started making coffee orders and pulling out milks, balancing everything on a tray as I went. This was the chaos that let me stop focusing on the weird quirk of my job, and I relished that. I liked making each drink perfectly, whispering you’re welcome, and then heading on to the next man. I was on my third and final tray of drinks when it all literally came crashing down.

Brent was the second to last drink on my list, and it felt weird to actually be making eye contact with him. I’d avoided him since his “handshake” on my first day, and like my boss, I think he liked knowing that he had me off balance. Today though, the metaphorical became reality as I literally lost my balance, tripping on some divot in the carpet or someone’s shoe. Trying to right the tray, I realized halfway down that I was fucked.

Mike’s coffee toppled over onto the tray, but Brent’s latte bounced directly up into the air before landing primarily on my no-longer white briefs. The hot liquid was seeping into the fabric, and my dick was taking the brunt of it. I tried to signal to Trent that he should just continue, and that I’d take my embarrassment out the door with me, but he stopped everything to focus on making sure that I was okay.

Everyone’s eyes darted right towards me, and Brent surprisingly stood up in front of me to block their vie. I could feel my cock pressed against the wet fabric, and I could imagine that it had gone completely transparent. I was about to whisper a quick thank you to him while I gathered my bearings, but that statement would get caught in my throat.

“You need to get these off now so you don’t burn yourself.”

I tried to replace my previous words with something else, but I wouldn’t be able to say anything as my briefs were pulled down to my ankles. I tried to lean down and pull them back up, but Ben somehow lifted me into the air just high enough for the wet fabric to fall over my shoes. He was now sitting back down, and my cock was more exposed than I ever thought possible as all 13 men in the room made direct eye contact with it.

“And I’d still like that coffee if you get a chance.”

I wanted to slap him, but Trent cut me off this time. “Just grab those last two coffees, and then Austin can find you something else to wear for the rest of the day. Thanks, and so sorry about that.”

I was gob smacked at the order of his two commands, but he’d said them on purpose. He wanted me on display, and I had no choice but to oblige. My thighs were red from the coffee, and my ears and cheeks matched them in humiliation. Walking out the door, I prayed that no one else would be in the break room as I fixed the last two coffees as quickly as I could.

Heading back into the conference room, not even the polite coworkers that had avoided staring earlier could break their gaze with my dick swinging between my legs. My tailored shirt was too short to cover myself, so I just didn’t even try. I wanted to deliver these drinks as quickly as I could before getting out of there. Mike got his first, and he met me with a smile. I then passed Brent his, and he met me with a covert graze of his hand across my ass. I wanted to slap him again, but I couldn’t spare any extra seconds spent in this conference room… not as my cock was beginning to firm up again.

Meeting Austin in the hallway, he handed me a spare pair of briefs, and I didn’t question if they were new or if they were ones that he’d already worn. I couldn’t think about anything below either of our waists right now- I just needed to try and work away the shame radiating through my body…