My College Job at the Home Center

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

It was a sunny fall day as I walked through the garden center of the large home center, where I had just started working. I was thrilled when I got the call for an interview, one of over 85 applicants for the one open job. I had just started college in the small city and jobs were very scarce, nobody was hiring. I aced the interview and started my training two weeks ago. This was my first day without a “shadow” out on the floor, helping customers and filling the shelves with product.

The home center was large, like a Home Depot, but a one-store local outfit. If you needed building supplies in this area you came to McCoy’s Home Center. ‘We’re the real McCoy’ was their sappy slogan. It was run by Eric McCoy. His dad, Tom started the store and still came in most days to check up on things.

So, a little more about myself. My name is Grant Flynn. I grew up in a very small town about 6 hours away. I am 5’10” and around 150 pounds. I have blond hair and green eyes. I look younger than my 18 years, which bugs me, but the girls seem to think I’m cute with farm boy good looks.

I have an athletic body, having played on every sports team in my small high school, pretty much everyone does or there won’t be enough guys for a team. My body is defined but not sculpted. I don’t work out as much as I would like, but now at school with access to all this great equipment, I expect to do more and get ripped. I wish I had body hair, but I do have a visible treasure trail, which I’m kinda stoked about.

During orientation week I met Emma. She is so hot. Long light brown hair, blue eyes and a body that makes my cock hard, but then a roll of paper towels makes my cock hard. She really knows how to kiss and has taught me a few things already.

We met at one of the O-week parties and started talking to each other. She was so easy to talk to. In no time we were drinking a few too many re-fills of the red solo cups we had in our hands. She took my hand and led me behind a large maple tree just outside the party house. She looked up at me and kissed me. I thought I was going to cum. Ok. So now you know I do not have a lot of experience. My parents were religious, and I had lots of rules. I had only been drunk once in my life before.

At my tiny school most girls and guys had been paired up for years and I was not one of the pairs. I was one of those late bloomers, only 5’2 my sophomore year, braces, skinny, weird hair, nervous laugh. I started to change my junior year and turned into the hot stud you see today, in my senior year. Lol

Basically, there was no girl left to date. Well, you know, except some that were only “friend” material. You get what I’m saying. Another reason I was dying to get to college.

I digress, back to Emma. We made out for a while and she asked me if I would like to go back to her dorm. I readily agreed and we walked over to her dorm, while I tried to keep my cock from ripping through the material of my shorts.

We walked into the large living area of her dorm suite. ‘The girl’s dorms are way nicer than ours.’ I thought as I looked around. It was filled with girls and guys drinking and listening to the music blasting.

She led me into her double room, one of four off the main living room. She turned the lights down. We could hear the laughing and party going on outside her door, the music thumping as we made out. She took my hand and placed it on her nice firm breast. I was in heaven, having never been to second base before. Next thing I know she is peeling off her shirt and mine as well.

The feeling was electric, her breasts against my skin, as I tried to suck her tongue out of her mouth. She pulled my head down to her ample breast and I sucked on my first nipple that wasn’t producing milk. She was moaning like crazy. Soon she unzipped her pants and pushed my hand into her wet crotch. I began to finger her clit as her moans became louder and louder. She reached in my pants and wrapped her warm fingers around my rock-hard sticky cock. I came instantly.

I’m not sure if she noticed or if she just didn’t care. I was trying to hide the mess by squashing the gooey glob into the sheets with my free hand, as we continued to make out, never losing an ounce of my hardness.

She sat up and pulled her tight pants off her now naked body. I thought I was going to blow again. I scrambled out of my pants and she pulled me on top of her. My inexperienced cock found its way into her soaking wet pussy and I began to thrust away. I can’t describe the feeling, but like beating off, times 100, adding wet heat. Right, it doesn’t compare.

The sounds of the party and dozens of classmates only a few feet away as I lost my virginity was dope. I blew my load into her and kept right on fucking. She came at least twice before I seeded her a second time. ‘I really fucking love college life.’ I thought. I better start carrying condoms around with me.

My dorm roommate, Tyler is on the school lacrosse team. He’s kind of quiet, like me, and a real nice guy. We really hit it off, but he has his jock friends that he hangs with most of the time. By the end of the first week, we were not at all awkward around each other. I was stoked to have that load off, a chill roommate.

It was really a miracle that I was able to start my freshman year. My family did not have the means to send me to school but were not so poor that I could get a government free ride. I applied for every grant, scholarship, work study and loan I could get my hands on.

I was 18 and just dying to get out of my parents’ house. Not that they were awful, but I wanted to get out on my own, get an education so I could get a good job. This job at the home center made the difference, it paid for my books, food and a small amount of spending money on a good week. Without it, I would have to give up my dream and move back home. I had to get on with my life.

That almost came to a crashing halt when I got a text from Emma. ‘We need to talk.’ No guy sees those words from a girl and says, “must be good news.” We had only met a couple of weeks ago, what could be wrong? We were not officially dating, but had hung out a few times, always ending up in fantastic sex. Of course, I made sure to always have condoms on me now. Not like that first time with her when I was not prepared to…. Oh shit! That can’t be it. God no! That can’t be it!

“I’m late.” The words hit me like a freight train, as I sat across from a girl I barely knew. I wonder what the other students thought in the campus café, when they looked at my ashen face, open mouth and my body frozen in space.

“Grant. Did you hear me?”

My forehead was wet, along with the rest of my instantly sweaty body. ‘When did it get so hot in here? What will my parents say? How are we going to raise a child? School is over, I’ll have to drop out. Maybe I can work full time at McCoys. Do I want to spend my life with her? Will she want an abortion? That kid’s half me, do I get a say? It’s not his fault, we’re the ones that fucked up. Wait, how do I know it’s a boy? Would my parents raise it? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. My fucking life is over.’ My brain was in overdrive, thinking wildly, crazy thought after crazy thought.

“Grant! Are you there?” Her hand waving in front of my face.

“Sorry, just processing. How late are you?” I said in a squeaky high pitched voice.

“A week.”

“Did you take a test?”

“Not yet. I just bought one. I was wondering if you would come back to my dorm while I took the test.”

“Sure.” As we walked silently across the campus, I felt like I was walking to the gallows. My youth was about to be hung in effigy, of it’s far too early death. I didn’t want it to die, but I didn’t want it to be born either. ‘AARRRGGGG. How could I feel this way? How could I have been so stupid!’

I realized I had not even been thinking about the pretty girl walking next to me. She would have to be the one to abort it or to carry it. Everyone would know she was pregnant, at some point she would not be able to hide it. I felt bad that all my first thoughts had been about how it would affect me. No matter what, we were in this together.

I sat on her bed as she walked back into the room. She sat the stick down between us. It was negative, she wasn’t pregnant! We were both ecstatic. The weight of the world was lifted off my shoulders. I had aged 10 years in the last 30 minutes. ‘I am never sticking my dick in her again without a condom. That is for certain. Never will I be so stupid again! After all the work I did to get to college and I almost fucked it up the first week I was here.’

I worked anywhere from 20 to 30 hours a week. Almost every weekend and as many shifts as I could get after classes, during the week.

The home center employed a lot of college guys to work the floor at the busy center. Bryce was the Floor Team Lead, and he kept the guys busy assigning tasks to be completed each day. He was not known to be very friendly and relished his authority over his underlings. He was a senior at school majoring in retail management and wanted to use this job as a steppingstone to his future career. Eric the store owner gave him a lot of leeway in dealing with the boys on the floor.

I remember the first time I saw Dirk-the-Jerk in the store, that’s what all the floor guys called him amongst themselves. He was yelling at Riley one of the workers, for not loading his truck fast enough, though Riley was literally running from pallet to truck with product, sweat making his polo shirt cling to his athletic body.

Dirk Steele was known by the guys around the store as someone not to mess with. He had a mean streak and loved to bully the workers. He could get away with it, because his company, Steele Construction, was the largest customer of McCoy Home Center, and he was a good buddy of 39-year-old Eric McCoy. Dirk is 32, 6’2 and 215 pounds of muscle from working construction all day.

He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and took over Daddy’s company the year prior. He was determined to show he could run it, to the lingering doubt of his father Tom.

Anytime any of us guys saw Dirk in the store we would try to act busy in a different aisle. I had worked the floor three weeks and had been successful in avoiding him till that one fateful Tuesday.

It was just after 5pm and I had just started my shift. I was heading over to lumber when I rounded an end cap and collided with Dirk. He had been walking and talking to Eric the store manager about a couple of supplies his guys had forgot to pick up earlier.

“Here’s one of your boys now.” Said the jerk, giving me a look that sent chills down my spine.

“This is Grant. He is one of our newer hires. He is working his way through University. Grant, give Dirk whatever he needs. I gotta run. See you later Dirk.”

“What can I help you with, sir?” I said as I smelled the beer on Dirk’s breath.

“I need 5 lbs of deck screws and a pack of peg hooks.”

“Follow me and I will show you right where they are.”

I could feel his eyes on me as I walked in front of him, suddenly conscious of my tight black shorts and how they looked on my ass. I picked up the box of deck screws and handed him the pack of peg hooks. As he took them, I shivered at the way he was leering at me.

“There’s something else I need. I think it is out in the garden center.”

“Right this way. What is it you are looking for?” I heard like a growl come from his throat.

I stopped in the middle of the outside fenced-in garden center, not knowing where to go, as he had not yet told me what he needed.

“I think it’s over here.” He started walking toward the row of prebuilt shed displays near the back of the garden center. It was Tuesday after 5, and we were the only ones out there. I followed him along to the last shed in the line, when he stopped.

He opened the door to the shed. “There it is. Grab me a bag of that.” The big man said pointing to a pallet of peat moss being stored inside the shed.

“We have some over by the fence…”

“Are you not listing? I said I want that bag.” He said angrily pointing in the shed.

I hurried in the shed up to the pallet, when I heard the door close. When I turned a red faced, angry Dirk was inches from my face.

“Are you refusing to assist me?” He shouted at me, spittle hitting my face. “Do you think you are too busy to give me what I want? Too good to wait on me?”

“No sir, Mr Steele. It’s right here. I’ll carry it out for you.” I said, scared shitless.

“You little college shits think you don’t have to wait on me? I see you hiding in the fucking aisles.” He grabbed me by the shirt, dropping his peg hooks, scattering them on the floor between us. “I think I should report your shitty attitude to Mr McCoy.”

“Please Mr Steele, don’t do that. I just started and he’ll fire me. Without this job I’ll have to quit school.” I said in a panic.

“Let me think. You can start by getting down and picking up those hooks you spilled.”

He was so close to me and the pallet was at my back, I couldn’t figure out how to get down to pick them up, without telling him to move.

“Get on your knees you stupid shit and pick up my hooks!” he screamed.

My body jolted, my bare knees quickly down on the hard concrete. As soon as the hit the floor Dirk grabbed my hair and slammed my head back, arching my neck back over the top bag of peat moss. He stepped forward and pinned my arms with his powerful thighs. His khaki shorts covered crotch firmly over my open mouth, him forcefully pushing against my face such that I could not close my mouth.

“Now listen here you little fuck. I do not take disrespect from anyone, especially a fucking college boy paid to service me. I think I’m going to ruin your life as payback. I’m going to tell your boss how you treated me. Then I’ll tell him how, when I told you I was going to report your insulting and discourteous behavior, you begged me to not report you. When I refused, you said you would give me a blow job if I would forget all about it. I refused again and you tried to do it anyway. What do you think about that, you little piece of shit?” As he released my open mouth from his crotch.

“Please Mr Steele.” I begged, tears running down my face. “I can’t lose my job.” I said sobbing.

“Not good enough. See that wet spot on the crotch of my shorts? That’s your saliva. I will offer to have them DNA tested to prove my story. Everyone will know that you are a cock sucker. You will lose your precious job, be kicked out of school and be branded a cock sucker for life. I will make sure that title follows you wherever you go.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” I sobbed. “Please Mr Steele, please. I will do whatever you want. Please don’t do this to me.” My forehead resting against his pelvis as I sobbed and sobbed.

“Are you sure about that? You’ll do whatever I want?”

“Yes, what do I have to do?”

“No going back. One refusal and our deal is off. I leave here directly for Mr McCoy’s office.”

“Yes. I will do what you want.” I whimpered, my whole life flashing before my eyes.

Dirk gave an evil grin as he pressed his crotch back against my face. I could feel his hardening cock rubbing up and down my face. “Unzip my shorts.”

I reached up with shaking hands and pulled the zipper down. “Reach in and put your hand on my cock.”

What choice did I have? I looked up into his eyes, hoping for some mercy in them, but only saw lust. I slowly reached my hand in, as he unbuttoned his shorts to give me more room. ‘How courteous of him.’

My hand slid under the waist band and for the first time ever, my fingers touched another man’s hot hard cock. Tears streamed down my face as I wrapped my fingers as far as I could get them, around the thick meat.

“Now pull it out.” ‘Oh God, how far was he going to take this?’ My racing mind thought, my brain unable to even process what had happened so far.

The large angry tool was staring me in the face. “Kiss it.” He commanded.

I sat there staring at the bloated thing inches from my face. I could smell his warm scent flowing from his open shorts and I wanted to hurl. SMACK He slapped my face hard.

“Did you not fucking hear me you dumb shit?” I leaned in and kissed the tip. “I said kiss it, not touch it with you lips. Are you really this stupid? Hold it on your lips and move your head around, like you’re making out with it.”

I noticed a drop of liquid at the end as I placed my quivering lips against the hot tool and held them there. I moved my head a little side to side.

Suddenly he grabbed my hair with both hands. “I’m tired of your shit.” He growled. “Open you fucking mouth you useless cunt.” His sudden anger jolted me again. I opened my mouth and for the first time in my life a man’s cock was in it.

Dirk pushed in about three inches. “Start sucking or I’m going to drive this down your throat with one thrust.” ‘That would kill me.’ I began to suck on the big tool of my rapist. “Use your tongue boy. Suck it like you like your girlfriend to do you.” Dirk laughed. I thought of Emma and the tears started flowing again. This seemed to excite Dirk even more.

I was completely demoralized. I licked and sucked as he began to slowly fuck my face. “Fondle them big balls boy. Let your fingers feel what a real man’s balls feel like.” I reached up and took the warm large orbs into my trembling hand. They were a lot larger than mine and felt huge in my hand.

“Yeah. That’s it faggot. I knew the first time I saw your pretty face that you would love a man’s cock in your mouth. That’s the first step to being a great cock sucker you know. Keep that action up and you will get your reward real soon. You better swallow every drop too or our deal’s off.” Dirk sneered.

Call me stupid, but with the overload my brain was on, it didn’t even occur to me that he was going to cum in my mouth, let alone expect me to swallow his load. How the fuck could I even….

My thought was cut off when a blast of hot liquid hit the back of my throat, then another coated my tongue and another and another and another. The flavor was overwhelming. “You better start swallowing boy or the whole world is going to know you suck cock.”

I began to swallow again and again. Those huge balls producing so much, I could hardly keep up.

“Now when a man gives your mouth the gift of his cum, you always end it with a kiss to the tip of his cock and you then thank him for giving you his cum. You hear that boy? Don’t fuck it up now.”

I pulled off his cock, put my lips to the tip and kissed. I looked up, tears again running out of my eyes. “Thank you for giving me your cum.”

“You are a natural cock sucker. I can tell by how hungry you were for my load. I cum a lot and you’re the first to not have any overflow out of your mouth. What a slut.” And he walked out the door.

I practically ran across the store toward the employee rest rooms, which were located through the back of the breakroom. Bryce saw me coming. “Where have you been? I’ve…..” I kept on going. I reached the first stall, barely making it as I heaved my guts out. I went to the sink dispensing soap into my hand and licking it into my mouth, trying to wash out the taste of Dirks semen.

“Are you sick?” Said Bryce as he walked into the restroom. “You look like shit.”

“I don’t feel well.”

“Go punch out. I don’t want you getting anyone else sick.”

I got back to my dorm, glad Ty wasn’t there. I laid down on my bed and sobbed. I had just been raped and there was nothing I could think to do about it. Go to the police? Dirk would show my saliva DNA on the outside of his crotch to prove his case. Even if I won, everyone would still know that I sucked his cock.

The next day I woke up angry. He was not going to get away with this. If he came near me again, I would scream bloody murder.

I had two days to formulate a plan, that is if he even came in on Friday, my next scheduled day. Did he save the shorts? Did he have them DNA tested? Was he bullshitting me? My brain was a mess.

I got to work Friday and was chatting with the guys in the breakroom before our shift started in 15 minutes. “Hey Grant, you have a letter.” Said one of the office ladies. She tossed me a thick envelope with no return address.

‘Company mail?’ I thought. I opened the seal and looked inside, the other guys still carrying on if the Lions would win a playoff game this year.

My face must have turned white, I couldn’t breathe. I jumped to my feet. “Are you OK bro?” said one of the guys as I raced into the restroom. I sat in the stall, my hands shaking. “Dude, are you alright?” said a concerned voice outside the stall door.

“Yeah” I squeaked. “I’m fine.” In a more normal voice. “Sorry, but I sharted.” “Oh I get it.” He laughed and left, reporting to the other guys in the breakroom on the other side of the door that I had sharted. I could hear their laughter from the stall.

I pulled out the pictures. The first showed me looking up, my face clear, a large cock wedged in my mouth. The next showed the cock in my mouth with my eyes closed like I was loving it, and you could tell I had his balls in my hand. One showed my mouth just coming off the cock, still open and, had to be a gob of cum in the corner of my mouth.

At the end of the photos was a note. ‘If you get any ideas, these will be sent to your school page where all your friends can see it. This is your parents email address isn’t it? Got it from Eric’s office without his knowledge. You were very diligent with your contacts and references on your application. Quite a list of people you know. They will all get these photos. Or you can be my secret little cock sucker. You sure look like you are enjoying yourself in those pics, wouldn’t you say?’

The fucker had a camera on him. Did he plan this? From the angle of the pictures, he must have had a camera on his shirt or collar. Maybe one of those mini button cameras. FUCK FUCK FUCK. What the hell was I going to do?

I punched my timecard and walked out on the floor. “There he is Dirk. Come here Grant. Mr Steele was just telling me that you really gave him great service last Tuesday. I told him that is the kind of service he can expect you to give him every time he comes in. Isn’t that right Grant.” Said a beaming Mr McCoy.

“Yes sir.” I said my face blushing hot from the double meaning of the words Dirk had chosen.

“He’s such a good kid. Look at him blush from the compliment and recognition. Mr Steele requested you to help him out with something out in the garden center. Keep up the great service Grant. He’ll take good care of you Dirk.”

“I’m counting on it.” Said the big man staring down at me with a sneer.

Dirk walked swiftly across the store and out into the garden center to the back shed. Between the praise from Mr McCoy and the fast walk across the store, I couldn’t formulate a plan or a reaction, nothing.

I walked in the shed and Dirk said “Take your shirt and vest off. You don’t want any cum to drip on your faggy little vest do you?” He sneered as my eyes frantically searched for anything that looked like a camera on his shirt or collar, anywhere on him, to no avail.

I removed my vest and shirt, beaten for the moment, besides what he said did make sense. “Now drop your shorts and get on your knees.”

I froze, my eyes bugged out and my mouth fell open. Dirk started to laugh. “Don’t look so excited, your pussy is going to have to wait. Get your mouth on my dick.” As he yanked his shorts down, his thick cock springing out and slapping up against his gut.

“Ain’t got all day slut. Remember the better you do, the quicker you get your reward.”

I put my mouth on his cock for the second time. While I did not want ‘my reward’ I did want it over with, so I licked and sucked as hard as I could. I fondled his big balls, I rubbed his hairy thighs. ‘What did he mean my pussy would have to wait? Wait for what?’ I was so naïve, which can happen when you can’t even comprehend the possibility.

“Yeaaaahhhh bitch. You are learning fast.” He moaned.

“This shouldn’t be just about me. I want you to enjoy more than just the enjoyment you get out of sucking a man’s cock. Jack off while you suck me. Even if I cum you can’t stop sucking, till you cum.”

‘This dude is really fucked up.’ I thought as I started to rub my flaccid cock. My 18-year-old cock responded quickly, even with a thug’s cock in my mouth. As I stroked my hand up and down, Dirk was getting more into my mouth. He kept pushing deeper and deeper into my mouth, till I would gag.

“You are going to learn to take this baby to the base slut. You got to open up your throat and breathe through your nose.” He pushed the big tool in even deeper and I started to gag. He grabbed the back of my head and slammed my face into his pubes, burying that thick rod down my overstretched throat and held me there.

I struggled to breathe, tears ran down my face. He pulled out and I choked and spit. He slapped my face. “Breathe through you fucking nose and open your throat. Now get back on it and we will try it again. Go all the way down this time. You do it on your own and I won’t have to force fuck your throat. But either way your throat is getting fucked.”

He stroked his cock a couple of times and looked down at me, then my limp cock. I got the drift and started stroking again as I slid my lips back over his engorged member. I concentrated hard as I moved my mouth down the hard tool. I felt it hit the back of my mouth and into my throat. I breathed through my nose and made like a semi swallowing move with my throat. I pushed hard down on the tool and I felt my forehead hit his lower gut, pubes on my lips and chin. I had done it. Took his entire 7 inch, coke can thick cock into my stretched throat.

“You fucking slut, I knew you could do it.” As he stroked my hair.

I had mixed emotions on the complement, but began to repeat the process, face fucking my throat on his leaking cock.

My cock was leaking too as I was getting closer. I had taking the ball fondling a step further and was using them as a handle to pull his cock down my throat, much to his delight.

“You are about to get what you crave again slut. You ready to cum yet?”

Did he really expect me to answer with my mouth full of his cock? The best I could do was nod my head up and down, which I guess he understood.

“When you cum you catch it in your hand. I don’t want that shit splattering all over me.”

I felt his tool swell even larger and begin to spasm. My face was plastered up against his pubes when the first jet went directly into my gut. I pulled back and the rest spurted into my mouth as I swallowed it down. My cock began to shoot into my hand as I sucked the last few dribbles out of his piss slit.

I pulled off and kissed the end of his cock. “Thank you for giving me your cum.”

“You are welcome. Since you love it so much, lick all that cum off your hand. Looks like you shot quite a load. Do what I fucking tell you. I own you.”

Looking down in horror I saw he was right. My entire cupped hand was full and some was running over the edge. I brought my hand up to my mouth and felt his finger pulling my chin up. I looked at him as I drank my hot cum from my hand and licked the rest off my palm and fingers.

Wait, what? I own you? Oh god, how far was this going to go?