Big Ben

2. Scared

******Warning forced scene!!!*****

A couple of days later, Mr. Boothe asked me to work late. I didn't have anything better to do, other than sit in my cold apartment alone. And I sure could use the overtime.

Everyone had gone by 5:00 and I was sitting at my desk working on new customer data when Mr. Boothe yelled for me to get him a cup of coffee. I went to the break room and grabbed a styrofoam cup. The coffee seemed really old, so I dumped it and made a new pot.

I brought the cup to Mr. Boothe and set it on his desk. Mr. Boothe had pulled off his tie and unbuttoned a couple of his shirt buttons. The thick brown hair on his chest was on display and I couldn't help but look.

It reminded me of the only guy I had ever gone all the way with, Dan. Dan was one of Dad's poker buddies. He seduced me and became my first (and only) lover. I believed him when he said he cared about me. After several months, I discovered that I was not his only 'boy toy' as he called me. When I confronted him, I was in tears. He laughed at me. He was cruel and selfish. I was devastated and vowed never to see him ever again.

"What the fuck took you so long?" Mr. Boothe snapped, waking me from my day dream.

"S-s-sorry," I stammered. "I had to make a fresh pot."

"I don't fuckin' care. Quit making excuses. You're as bad as my god damned soon-to-be ex-wife."

"I'm doing the best that I can, Mr. Boothe," I whimpered.

Mr. Boothe stood up and slapped me across the face. I gasped and stepped back in shock, tears falling from my face.

"Don't back talk me, boy. You're gonna start crying now? Fucking faggot."

"I-I-I... I'm trying. Honest."

"I am so fucking sick of you. You can't fucking do anything right. But I'll bet you know how to suck cock, don't you? Yeah. You're gonna suck my cock right now, bitch."

Mr. Boothe grabbed the back of my hair and pulled. I yelped in pain, trying to grab at his arm. He yanked me down to my knees, holding me in place while he undid his pants with the other hand.

"Mr. Boothe, please," I begged and cried. "You're hurting me!"

He pulled out his hard dick. He was about 5 inches long and pretty thick. I gasped and tried to back away.

"No, I don't want to!" I cried.

"You'll fucking do it if you want to keep your job," he spat.

An evil grin spread across his face and he added in quiet menacing voice, "And don't even think of telling anyone. No one will believe you if you try to tell."

He gripped my head tight and rubbed his dripping cock all over my face. I tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip on my hair and I cried out. He shoved his cock into my mouth and grabbed my head with both of his hands and mercilessly pumped in and out of my mouth.

"Suck it, bitch!"

Tears ran down my cheeks as I did as he asked. I steadied myself with my hands on his thighs and I sucked him. A few minutes later he was grunting and groaning.

"I'm gonna fucking come in your mouth, cocksucker! Ah, fuck!"

He grabbed my head and held tight as he spurt a huge load of come into my mouth. I choked and had no choice but to swallow it, though some of it dripped down onto my chin.

When he finished, he roughly pushed me away, knocking me flat onto my back. He looked down at me with a smirk as he put himself away and zipped up his pants.

"Well, at least now I know you're actually good at something. But I don't think I can put that on your performance review," he chuckled. "Now get the fuck out of here."

I choked back a sob and got up and ran out of the office to the bathroom. I washed my face and then grabbed my jacket and hurried down to the bus stop. It was a cold spring day in April and it was raining of course. I stood in the cold rain, huddling my arms around myself. At least with the rain pouring down on my head, it would disguise the tears that poured from my eyes.

When the bus arrived at my stop, I quickly walked down the block to my tiny apartment. I lived in the old downtown area. My apartment was one of the two small apartments above an old Italian deli. The deli owner was also my landlord. He didn't seem to like me very much. Or maybe he was just crabby. I don't know. I didn't care. It was about the only place I could afford on what I made at work and it was close to the bus route.

***

If I was scared and nervous around Mr. Boothe before, I was absolutely terrified of him now. I would scurry out of his way when he came near. When he spoke, I would practically jump out of my skin.

I kept to myself even more after that, not wanting to draw any attention to myself.

He seemed to be ignoring me for the most part, and I was glad for that. He would still yell and berate me daily, but he didn't make any physical moves towards me.

Until about a week later. He had been on the phone all morning arguing loudly with his wife and lawyers about the divorce.

Towards the end of the day, I got a call for an emergency inventory transfer. I printed out the pack list and the order and headed back to the trucker's lounge. I was happy to get the break and get up from my desk and walk around.

I stepped into the lounge and gave the paperwork to one of the truckers.

I was explaining to him that it needed to go to their warehouse before the end of the day, when Mr. Boothe stomped in. He glared at me. "Benji! My office. Now!"

The truckers started snickering. I saw the hungry look in Mr. Boothe's eyes and I started shaking. He stormed over to me and grabbed me by the arm and jerked me and pushed me towards the door.

"I said fucking now," he grumbled.

I caught Big Ben's eyes as I hurried past. He furrowed his brow and frowned and I quickly looked away.

Mr. Boothe shut the door to his office and locked it after pushing me inside. I backed away from him into the corner. He walked up to me, unzipping his pants. He grabbed my shoulders and squeezed hard, pushing me to my knees.

"On your knees, bitch," he husked. "You know what to do."

I hesitated and he lifted his hand like he was going to hit me.

"Open your fucking mouth!" he growled through closed teeth.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as he shoved his hard cock into me. I wanted to get it over with as quick as possible, so I sucked hard and started moving my head. He grabbed my head and quietly grunted as he held my head tight and fucked my mouth until he came. Only after I swallowed did he let go.

"Get the fuck out," he said as he stepped back and put himself away.

I scrambled to my feet and wiped my mouth with my sleeve and ran to the door. I tried to open the door, but it wouldn't turn or open.

"It's fucking locked," Mr. Boothe grumbled. "Jesus Christ, are you fucking retarded?"

I unlocked the door and hurried to the bathroom and shut myself into a stall and quietly sobbed. After I got myself under control, I rinsed my face in the sink. My eyes were bloodshot and my cheeks were red and I looked awful. I dried my face with a paper towel, then blew my nose. As I pushed open the door to the bathroom, I bumped into Ben.

He grabbed my arm with his meaty paw and I flinched. I couldn't look him in the face.

"You okay?" he asked quietly. "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine," I replied hoarsely and hurried back to my desk.

I sat at my desk on the verge of tears for the rest of the day. I kept my eye on the clock praying for 4:30 to come around so that I could go home and crawl into bed.