Ben wouldn't be back in the office until Friday afternoon and I was a little bit worried that Carl would try to get back at me at lunch time. Luckily, no one bothered me the rest of the week. They ignored me like usual.
As 4:30 approached Friday afternoon, I was getting ready to go home, when Mr. Boothe walked up to my desk. "You're working late tonight," he growled quietly.
"P-p-please, Mr. Boothe... I don't--"
He cut me off with an angry finger in my face, then turned around and walked back into his office.
I sat at my desk shaking in fear. I wanted to get up and run out, but I needed my job. I knew I wouldn't be able to find anything that paid as well, not without a college degree. I was barely getting by as it was. I thought about telling someone what he did to me, but I didn't want everyone to know. The thought of the police and an investigation made me physically sick to my stomach.
By 4:45, everyone was gone home for the weekend.
"Get in here, boy!" Boothe yelled from his office.
I walked into the office and he told me to shut the door and lock it. I stood at the door shaking on the verge of bursting into tears.
"Get over here," he demanded.
I reluctantly walked over to his desk. When he stood up, his pants were already undone and his hard-on was already out. There was a straight porn mag on the desk flipped open to a buff guy fucking a girl up the butt. He opened one of the desk drawers and pulled out a tube of KY and a condom. I gasped and looked at him with pure terror on my face.
I shook my head, "No, please, Mr. Boothe."
He grabbed my arm and pulled me behind his desk.
"No, I won't do it!"
He hauled back and slapped me hard across the face so hard it stunned me. He slapped me again, then bent me over the desk. Papers spilled all over the floor as he yanked my pants down and exposed my butt to him.
"No, please, I'll suck it for you. I promise I'll do it good," I quietly begged with tears running down my face.
"Shut the fuck up, you little faggot. I need to fuck. This is the only thing you're good for and you're gonna give it up if you wanna keep your job."
Mr. Boothe tore open the condom wrapper, then smeared the cold jelly onto my butt crack and I started sobbing.
"Yeah, boy, I like to hear you cry and beg."
"No, please don't do this."
I tried to struggle and get away from him, but he held me down with one hand while I heard the other slicking up his hard cock with the jelly.
"No!" I cried out. I tried to reach back and hit or kick him, but I couldn't make contact. He yanked my hair and pulled my head back towards him. He smacked my face, then the back of my head.
With a grunt, he shoved his dick all the way into me. I screamed in pain. He grabbed a rag from his desk and shoved it into my mouth. I wailed and sobbed into the rag as he ravaged my ass.
"You're so fucking tight," he grunted. "You're gonna make me come."
Fortunately, he didn't last very long. He suddenly pulled out and pushed me to the floor onto my knees. He pulled the condom off and tossed it aside. He gripped the hair on the top of my head with his left hand as his right hand flew up and down his slickened shaft. With a loud roar, he jerked my head back and shoved his bone into my mouth as he exploded. I coughed and gagged as the first blast hit the back of my throat.
When he finished, he shoved me away, knocking me to the floor.
"You've got a good ass," he said as he stuffed his slimy cock into his pants and zipped up. "I'm gonna have to keep you around. Make you my bitch."
He bent down and put his mouth to my ear, while tightening his hand around my neck. "You tell anyone about this, I'll kill you. Now get the fuck out of here."
I struggled to stand up and pull my pants up. Tears fell unchecked from my eyes and I whimpered in pain. I hurried to the door as fast as I could and unlocked it. I sobbed as I ran towards the bathroom. As I turned the corner, I ran smack into Ben. I gasped in surprise and tried to get around him. He gripped my shoulders tightly, holding me in place and looked at me with concern.
"Benji? What's wrong? What happened?"
"Nothing! Please, let me go."
"You're crying. Your face... Did someone hit you? Your face is all red."
He wiped his hand across my chin and pulled his hand back. I gasped in horror when I saw he had semen all over his hand. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped and he quickly wiped his hand on his jeans.
Mr. Boothe shouted from down the hall, "Benji! Before you take your faggot ass home, clean this fucking mess you made in my office."
Ben looked at me and I knew instantly that he realized that I had had sex with Mr. Boothe. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
My eyes widened and I shook my head violently and grabbed a fist full of his shirt sleeve. "Oh god, oh no. Ben, please. Please, don't tell anyone. I can't lose my job!"
Ben's eyes darkened with rage and his chest heaved. "Did he r..."
Ben let out a deep breath. "Get your coat and wait outside," he said firmly.
He stormed past me and I ran and got my coat and hurried outside. I saw my bus turn the corner and I ran as fast as I could to get to the bus stop before it arrived.
Once I got home, I went right to the bathroom and pulled all of my clothes off and climbed into the shower as hot as I could stand it. I curled up in the corner and cried until the water ran cold.
As I got ready for bed, I decided that I would have to find another job. I just couldn't work there anymore with Mr. Boothe.
