The back office door slammed shut behind him, the click of the lock echoing like a gunshot in the small room. Jake stood there, heart hammering, staring at his boss Marcus who leaned against the desk with a smirk that promised nothing good.
"You fucked up the accounts, kid," Marcus said, voice low and rough. "Big time. One call and you're out on your ass with no reference. But I'm feeling generous tonight."
Jake swallowed hard. "What do you want?"
Marcus stood, towering over him, broad shoulders filling out that crisp shirt. He grabbed Jake by the collar and yanked him close. "I want that tight straight ass of yours. Right here.
Now. You take it, or you take the fall."
Jake tried to pull back, but Marcus was stronger, pinning him against the wall. Hands roamed rough, yanking Jake's belt open, shoving pants down to his knees. "No," Jake muttered, but his cock twitched despite himself.
"Shut up and bend over the desk." Marcus forced him down, chest pressed to the wood. He spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into Jake's hole without warning. Jake gasped, body jerking at the burn. Marcus worked them in deep, twisting, stretching him open while his other hand held Jake's wrists pinned.
"Fuck, you're tight. Bet that girlfriend of yours never touched you here." Marcus added a third finger, pumping hard and fast. Jake's protests turned into ragged breaths as his body betrayed him, cock hardening against the desk edge.
Marcus pulled his fingers out and lined up his thick cock, pressing the head against Jake's hole. He thrust in one brutal stroke, burying himself balls-deep. Jake cried out, pain mixing with unwanted sparks of pleasure as Marcus started pounding, hips slapping against his ass.
"Take it, boy. This is what happens when you fuck up." Marcus fucked him rough, each thrust grinding deep, hitting that spot that made Jake's legs shake. He reached around and stroked Jake's cock in time with his thrusts, forcing him closer to the edge.
Jake moaned despite himself, pushing back now, body clenching around the invading shaft. Marcus laughed darkly and slammed harder, filling the room with wet sounds and grunts. "That's it. Cum on my cock like the slut you are."
Jake came first, spilling over Marcus's fist with a broken groan. Marcus followed seconds later, flooding his ass with hot pulses, grinding in deep until he was empty. He pulled out slow, watching his cum drip down Jake's thighs.
"Clean yourself up," Marcus said, already zipping up. "And fix those accounts by morning. Or we do this again."
Jake stayed bent over the desk, breathing hard, hole aching and used. He knew this wasn't the last time.
