(This is my first attempt at writing, something I’ve wanted to do for a while. So please feel free to comment or message me or anything and give some feedback, or anything else you’d like to see. I’d like to do some commission based writing one day too if anybody is ever interested.)
Dillon sat at the edge of the cheap wooden desk, his back straight but his hands nervously clasped together. The young man couldn’t have been more than twenty, though something in his eyes suggested he’d lived through more than most. His dark curls fell in loose waves just past his shoulders, neatly brushed but rebelliously untamed at the ends. There was a quiet handsomeness to his sharp cheekbones, full lips, and skin smooth with youth but drawn slightly at the corners with weariness. A faded blue button-up shirt clung to his lean frame, the collar slightly askew beneath a striped tie that looked like it had been borrowed or bought in a rush. He was clean-shaven, well-groomed even, but the subtle tension in his jaw and the stillness in his posture betrayed an underlying desperation, like someone trying to hold themselves together just long enough to be seen.
His cellphone chirps from his pocket, sending a shock through his body as he quickly grabs the phone and silences it. Glancing at the screen he sees the words “Good luck!”. It was a message from his girlfriend. They lived together and money had become increasingly tight ever since Dillon lost his last job. The door to the office behind him closes firmly, making him jump slightly before shoving his phone back into his pocket and sitting up straight, smiling.
Ken was the owner of the business, “Ken’s Construction”. He didn’t really need anymore men to actually work on construction, but he DID need someone to help generate more business. The company had settled with small jobs, single lot homes, a shed, barn, etc. However, Ken thought it was time to try and get into some commercial work. The job he wanted filled definitely called for a woman’s charm, but here we were, interviewing some kid named Dillon.
As he enters the office, he sees Dillon straighten up his back and fidget with his pocket. Ken rolls his eyes before closing the door and sitting down at his desk. Dillon’s smiling face takes in the giant man, trying not to let it intimidate him. Ken was about 6 foot 5 inches and had to weigh at least 250 pounds. He had olive skin and dark short hair that was buzzed down to a fade on the sides. As he sat on the chair, it creaked and groaned, him leaning back accentuating the noises. “So, Tom, why would you want to work here at Ken’s Construction?” Getting his name wrong on purpose to try and fluster the young man.
Dillon’s smile doesn’t fade, but Ken can see the wheels turning in his head on how to figure out what to respond to the man. “I’ve just always had a passion for construction, and helping people. Making their dreams come true. And I’m a really hard worker!” His speaking becomes faster and faster, like a car going down an icy hill, losing control as more speed picks up. “Is that so, Tom?” Ken asks, a smirk playing on his lips and his eyes squinting slightly. He can practically feel the desperation radiating from Dillon now. “I don’t really need another man working on the actual lots, I need someone who can generate me business. Can you do that?” He studies Dillon’s demeanor as he questions him.
“Yes sir! I can do whatever needs to be done! You can call my old baseball coach as a reference! He always said I was an incredibly hard worker! Oh and…” Ken cuts Dillon off mid sentence. “Baseball? Why not a real man’s sport like football? Or wrestling?” He laughs loudly, his coffee breath permeating the room. Dillons face flushed bright red, as anger and embarrassment mix. “I didn’t make those teams, plus I was good at baseball” Ken continues to laugh. “Listen Tom, I need a really good team player. I need someone who is going to be a “yes man” and not question my motives. I just don’t really think you’re up for the job” his smile reaches his eyes now.
Dillons face falls flat as he sees the job slipping from him. “No! Please! I will do anything you ask! Give me a chance! A trial run! Anything! I need the cash really bad!” The begging from the other side of the desk made Ken raise an eyebrow as he listens. A snort escapes his nose as he raises a hand to silence Dillon. “Calm down. Calm down. Jesus Christ. Maybe I could test you out, ¦let’s pretend I’m a developer, and you’re trying to bid for our company. Sell it to me.” He leans back even further, as the desk chair creaks so loudly it sounds like it’ll snap in half.
Dillon wipes his sweaty palms on his khakis as he clears his throat, not sure what to even say or do. “I… I…I’m not sure what to say” he stammers as his face flushes completely red. Sweat starts to form in his armpits. Ken slams his hand on the desk hard, making Dillon jump in his chair. “Do I have to spoon feed you a script?! Man up! Grow a pair! Why should we use Ken’s Construction for our multi million dollar property?!” He screams out, his face beet red with veins bulging in his neck.
Dillons Adam apple bobs as he swallows and trembles before trying again, “Yes sir! Um, you should use Ken’s Construction because we are the best of the best, and we will do whatever it takes to make sure that you are pleased with our services.” He half smiles at Ken, playing nervously with his own fingers. Suddenly, Ken stands up, he stares down at the young man as he walks around his desk before walking to the door and locking it. “I guess you’re doing better…” he walks leisurely towards the chair that Dillon is sat in. He stands right beside the man, facing his side profile. “Why do you want this job so bad?” He smirks and crosses his massive biceps across his chest.
Dillon looks up at the towering giant to his right, “My girl is pregnant. And we need the money really bad” Ken just chuckles at his words. “I see. I see” he walks back around his desk and sits back in his creaky chair, leaning way back once more and eyeing Dillon. “Come over here” he curls his finger. The young man slowly stands and walks over, looking confused and hopeful. The older man’s eyes look him up and down, scaling his entire body before locking on his eyes. “Show me you can be a team player. On your knees.” He says calmly and matter of factly.
Dillon stammers for a moment looking at the seated man. “B… but… I mean… what?” He couldn’t complete his thought before Ken grabs the man and yanks him down to his knees in front of him. “Don’t think. Just do what I tell you”, he grasps at his own belt and unlatches it, as well as the zipper of his pants. “Pull my pants down”, he smiles wide now. Dillon looks around the room, not responding when Ken grabs him by the hair and sneers in his ear, “if you want this fucking job, and to not be broke with your whore girlfriend and bastard kid, you’ll do what I say. Now TAKE MY PANTS OFF!” He squeezes his hair once more before releasing him.
Dillon slowly reaches out with trembling hands as he starts to pull the man’s pants down. As they passed his groin, a large and wet bulge pops out covered in black tight underwear. He continues to pull the pants down all the way to his ankles before sitting back on his knees and looking down at the ground. Ken reaches down with a hand and rubs at his bulge slowly, his fingers becoming slick with precum already. He extends them to Dillon’s face, “lick my fingers” he smirks as he watches Dillon slowly stick out his tongue and lick up the fingers once and grimace. “No no no. I want you to suck on them like you fucking mean it!” He pushes his digits past the man’s lips and begins to finger fuck his mouth. Dillon closes his eyes trying to ignore the sensation prompting a smack across the face from Ken. “You’re gonna look at me while you do this” he says quietly.
Dillon focuses on sucking the fingers as he whimpers and his eyes water. His face stung from the slap and he could feel a red welp forming. “Now take my cock out” Ken demands, watching Dillon reach up and begin to pull the underwear down. As he does so, a cock the size of a pringles can pops out, precum leaking from the head like a faucet. Dillons eyes show pure terror as Ken continues to smile. “It’s impressive isn’t it? This is what a real man looks like”, he places a hand on the back of Dillons head, “You know what you need to do for this job”, his hand lightly pushes his head towards the large cock.
The young man licks his lips and knows he can’t really just get up and walk away. He inches his face closer and closer to the leaking dick when suddenly he stops. “I want this job, but I don’t know if…” his thought is cut short once more as Ken grips Dillon’s head and plunges his cock into his mouth. He barely gets 4 inches in before Dillon starts to cough, gag, and sputter, but Ken does not release him. Instead he just laughs and tries to push even harder. “You can do better than that, bitch” the sixth inch sinks into his mouth. His hand has now become a full fist of hair as the young man continues to cough and resist the cock. After holding his head for a few seconds he releases his hair, allowing Dillon to cough up the wet cock. Ken laughs hard as Dillon’s coughs and gags fill the office.
“You’re not done. Get to work”, he raises a hand as if to smack Dillon once more. The threat alone prompts Dillon to immediately put the dick back into his mouth. “Good girl” Ken says as he slowly rocks his hips from the chair. His cock sliding in and out of Dillon’s wet warm mouth until finally his low hanging, softball sized nuts slap against his chin. “Thereeeeeee we go!” He moans out as he grinds his hips into the young man’s face. Dillon can taste and smell all of Ken’s precum, sweat, and even old piss from earlier. His eyes watered intensely as he tried to distract himself but failed. “Up here bitch”, Ken says as Dillon looks up, his big, brown, watering eyes looking into Ken’s. A flash blinds him for a second before he realizes that Ken took a picture of him with this cock shoved down his throat. “For leverage”, he smiles crazily as he starts to fuck Dillons throat now.
He could see the man’s Adam apple bobbing up and down as he thrusts into his throat. He stands from his chair and grabs Dillons loose curls on both fists before he begins to really fuck into his mouth. The sound of wet lips and swallowing is all they can hear as Ken ruts into Dillon’s face. The long hard strokes were already causing his balls to tense up and hug up against his scrotum. “Jesus. Fuck. I hope your girl tastes this tonight”, he says as he suddenly begins to cum into Dillon’s mouth. At first he swallowed, but after the 4th shot of jizz, to began to bubble out of his mouth and down his front, covering his shirt and tie. Ken slams his cock all th way down the man’s throat as he finishes cumming and grunts loudly. “Fuck, that was great!” he pulls his impossibly large cock out of Dillon’s mouth and watches him as he gasps for air. “You did good boy. Now out of my office.” He pulls up his underwear and pants, sitting back in his chair and returning his attention to his computer.
Dillon stays staggered on the ground for a moment before slowly standing to his feet. He looks around the office for a moment before speaking. His voice sounds hoarse and painful, “Sir, did I get the job?” Ken types on his keyboard, ignoring the man for a minute before responding. “Yea. Sure. Whatever. But don’t fuck up. And remember, you’ll do everything and anything I ask, got it?” He hits a button and on his computer screen the picture of Dillon choking on Ken’s cock pops up. “Yes sir” Dillon says, terrified that he actually got the job now. He slowly leaves the office, heading back home to his pregnant girlfriend with, good? News.
