Eyes bolting open, Mike awakens with a start. The room is pitch black, the sun having yet to rise. Yelping with discomfort, he throws off his bed sheets and runs to the bathroom, his stiff dick flopping unevenly about like some kind of lewd, broken metronome.
Entering the room, Mike removes the rag adhered to the end of his cock with drying cum, tossing it aside. He lifts up the toilet seat, planting one hand on the wall and angling his body 45 degrees. With his other hand he holds out his pulsing cock and aims it into the toilet. Bracing the wall he grunts out, straining for a moment before he begins to urinate. *’Shouldn’t have slept so long!’* He chides himself as he empties his bladder. Before long, the clear urine becomes tinged with a milky, opaque sheen. “Nnnngh!” He yelps out as he strains harder, attempting to force out the backed-up cum that has collected in his balls during his long rest.
Panting slightly, he flushes the toilet and proceeds to his desk, waking the monitor display with his mouse. The screen flickers, still on the same video he discovered last night. He sits and adjusts himself, reaching for the jug at his feet and nestling it inbetween his legs as he begins his first order of the day: Depleting the semen build-up in his backed-up balls.