Me Too

Warning: Contains reluctant/coerced consent.

Note: This story is a work of fiction and not intended to make light of sexual harassment but to illustrate the fact that men can be victims, too.

I stared at Clayton with an angry look on my face and biting my bottom lip. I'd heard about things like this happening to women—and some men—but never believed that I would be a victim of harassment. The epitome of an Intimidating Big Black Man (TM), I didn't take shit from anyone. Six feet five inches tall with the thick, muscular body of a linebacker, I had no problem calling people and their bullshit out, no fear of white men who thought they were better than me or that they could cower me with their money or attitude. I was a fucking great lawyer and enjoyed what I did. I didn't need anyone to give me a leg up. More than one person knew how valuable I was to the firm and that all I had to do was look at another firm and I'd be snatched up. But here I was, sitting in Clayton's office suggestively being told I'd need to have sex with him in order to make partner in a way that no one would ever understand or believe. Clayton Harris, the fucking founder and owner of the law firm where I worked, was engaged in textbook sexual harassment.

Three inches shorter than me, Clayton had a lean swimmer's body that was at least seventy-five pounds lighter than mine. His straight, blonde hair was all the same length and touched his shoulders. Depending on the day, he either held it back by tucking the locks behind his ears or slicked it back into a skeevy-looking ponytail as it was now. His steel blue eyes were always watching and calculating, not letting any moment pass without knowing how to capitalize on it for his gain. There was perpetual yellow-white stubble on his square jaw and his thin lips were severe but always ready with a fake, but convincing smile.

"I don't deny you're a good lawyer," Clayton continued in a businesslike tone that one could legitimately argue held no hint of threat or suggestion. "But before you start kissing the asses of some of our most important clients, I need to know that you're going to be looking out for me and the firm first and foremost."

My eyes went wide as he stood and began to move around to my side of the desk. Sticking out of his open zipper were his balls and hard cock. It wasn't his exposure that made me curse in my head, it was the size of it. What I saw rising out of Clayton's pants, while not exactly small with its upward, banana curve and thick head, only reinforced the fact that I was hung. And the fact that he was behaving like it was the biggest one around, with me knowing that I was larger, annoyed me off even more. Without bragging, I had a big dick and was proud of it. That was the one stereotype about black men that I embraced. To have this white boy behave like he was the cock of the walk in my presence with me unable to show him the truth fueled my frustration.

As he leaned back on his desk in front of me, not acknowledging that his cock was pointed toward my head, he continued, "You're a big guy who's used to getting his way. It helps with negotiations and in the courtroom and I respect that. In fact, I want to capitalize on that. But I also need to know that when the time comes, you're going to do what I tell you without fighting me. You'll still have your autonomy, maybe more of it, but because of some of the clients you'll be handling, I may have to step in occasionally. I have to be able to count on you to do things sometimes that you may not like and that you think could be distasteful. I need to know that you're going to take care of me and protect the firm. Are you the man I'm looking for?"

I stared him in his eyes for a long moment not saying anything. I didn't know what to say. I loved this job but, under normal circumstances, I didn't need it. I could easily find a position with another firm. However, I knew that if I crossed Clayton, if I turned him down in this moment, not only would I have a hard time finding something similar in the city, he had enough connections that it would be difficult for me to find anything in at least ten states.

Standing again, he took the two steps forward that were needed for him to be directly in front of me with his feet on either side of mine. That put his cock directly in front of my face close enough that I could smell its clean, musky odor. While I'd seen other guys hard in locker rooms or during the two gangbangs that I had during college, this was my first time seeing an erect dick so closely. Even though I had a specific reason for not wanting to touch it, I suddenly understood why women were sometimes afraid of a dick.

Clayton's cock had an unquestionable sense of power. It wasn't simply a nebulous, ethereal sense of masculinity and manhood. Because of its size and firmness, his cock looked strong and dangerous. It was of above-average thickness and easily stretched longer than the short side of a sheet of paper. There was a raised, thick vein running along the top just off the centerline and from it, a number of slightly smaller but no less swollen vessels branched off from it giving the whole thing a muscular appearance. Still partially covered with a collar of foreskin, the crown was a slightly thicker acorn that because of its deep red color already looked ready to fire. And with the swollen sack hanging beneath and the size of the cum tube running along the bottom, there was no doubt in my mind that one shot from him would be powerful and possibly injuring.

"I have another meeting scheduled in about thirty minutes so I need your answer. Are you my man?" His voice was infuriating with how calm and detached it was.

My eyes moved between his cock and his dispassionate eyes. Even though his dick was hard, there was no arousal in his eyes. That made this situation even worse. If he'd shown even a moderate level of attraction to me, I might not have felt so angry and could have even felt a little sympathy for him. Absent that, it just meant he expected me to kiss the ring, as it were. His dick was nothing more than a tool to assure my loyalty. Indeed, I began to notice that his hard length remained steady as he stood there. It didn't buck and jerk from arousal meaning it was hard just to be hard. The long piss slit was dilated but there was not even the hint of wetness from precum visible. It was the ultimate expression of power and control and unlike anything I'd ever seen. He wielded the same unquestioning and unwavering control over the firm and anyone with whom he did business.

Accepting that I had no choice, I leaned forward and briefly kissed the tip of his cock.

"I hoped you'd be my guy. But we need to seal the deal."

"Wha—" I opened my mouth intending to ask what that meant and instantly regretted it.

Clayton pushed his dick into my mouth, sliding all the way back to touch my throat in one measured thrust. With my nose pushed between the open zipper and buried in the short hair on his crotch that was certainly as well-manicured as his nails, his length gagged me and the surprise of it caused me to choke and sputter while I pushed my hands against his thighs and torso attempting to get him out of my mouth.

"Calm down, Malcom," he said as if he were talking to a client who had just found out his wife filed for divorce and was trying to take everything. There was a bit of concern in his tone but the edge of authority was its prominent feature. "Unless we need to call this off?"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I thought about it. I had come this far and, while I was far from enjoying it, the taste of his cock wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Reopening my eyes, I looked up at him and gave him a small nod.

Clayton immediately pulled back slightly and set up a slow pace moving back and forth through my mouth. There was no urgency to his movement and I again had the sense that he wasn't doing this for his pleasure but simply to show that he could.

"I understand and accept that this isn't your thing, but I appreciate that you're willing to do it. There are going to be a lot of things I'll ask of you that you might not agree with and I need to know I can trust you to do them."

I sighed as best I could around his dick, resigned to what was happening. There was no passion, not even a basic eroticism as he used me. Clayton fucked my mouth as calmly and steadily as when he laid out the facts of a case. And the facts here were that he had the power and I was obligated to submit. I heard no moans of pleasure come from him and worried that I wasn't doing a good job, which was odd considering I really didn't care if I did. Whenever I looked up into his eyes, they were staring down at me with the same unaffected expression as if I were doing nothing more than pouring him a cup of coffee. That, more than anything, pissed me off.

I wanted to bite his dick off when he said, "You're going to swallow."

As straightforward and matter of fact as always, his tone was no different from when he assigned cases. It was infuriating and it must have shown on my face.

"You don't have to like it but you're going to do it."

I became even angrier because he was right: I didn't like it but I was going to do it. I didn't need the promotion, per se, but I needed to work and to keep my reputation, and I knew without his saying it that if I didn't swallow, that if I didn't do whatever he asked, I'd suffer in some way. It might not have been by losing my job or being given cases less prestigious than those I currently worked on, but there would be something. There were attorneys in the firm who were suddenly shells of their former selves after a meeting with Clayton and I didn't want to be one of them.

Because he'd told me to swallow, I expected him to be close to finishing but he kept sedately moving in and out of my mouth with no sign of stopping. I hesitate to say that I got used to his dick being in my mouth but I did relax into it and came to find it to be not so bad. That's not to say that I liked it, but, like cutting out bread from my diet, I didn't hate it so much after a bit.

"Eyes up and don't look away."

I complied with the order and he began to come almost immediately. I was surprised because there was no hint of his climax approaching. Even as his cock pulsed and jerked in my mouth, his face and entire demeanor remained steady and unaffected. His breathing didn't change and his hips continued their steady, measured rhythm. Though the first shot startled me, I swallowed it and the others that followed without complaint and tried to keep my face from expressing how disgusting I thought his bitter, slimy cum was.

My eyes remained locked on his expressionless gaze through it all. If his face had been smug and mocking, I would have blown my top. Had he shown some sign of pleasure, I might have felt a bit of shame about what was happening. Because they were as steady and dispassionate as ever, I could accept this as the most fucked up business transaction that I, hopefully, would ever have to be a party to. Sucking Clayton's cock and eating his cum once was a small price to pay for the partnership and the prestige it would bring.

Mercifully, he pulled out shortly after I felt his cum stop flowing. His cock had softened enough that the upward curve had disappeared but it still stiffly pointed toward me at a low angle out of his fly. Bloated and coated with my spit and bits of cum, it somehow looked more intimidating than before.

"Be here at ten thirty tomorrow morning so we can finish this," he said evenly as he walked to sit behind his desk with his dick still out and dribbling cum. "I'll have the paperwork ready and we can finalize your parntership."

Even though I knew he had just dismissed me, I sat stupidly expecting a thank you, job well done, or some other acknowledgement of what had just happened. It was difficult to believe that he could be so indifferent to forcing me to suck his dick.

Clayton looked up from the briefs he had begun marking through with a raised eyebrow and a look that told me more than anything our meeting was over whether I had more to say or not. After a short beat, he asked, "Was there something else, Malcolm?"

"No. I, uh, guess I, uh, just needed a minute."

"You have a lounge or your own office for that. My office is not a break room."

Pissed but unable to say or do anything that wouldn't come back to bite me in the ass, I stood and left without another word.

I went through the rest of my day in a daze. Nothing felt the same but there was nothing I could say or do that would make it better. At home, my wife noticed something was off but accepted my lame but truthful excuse that it was work related.

"Good morning," Clayton said from behind his desk the next day when I entered his office. He placed next to a small bottle a stack of papers through which he had been glancing. "Ready to be a partner?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. "I am."

"Good." When he stood, his hard cock was again pointing skyward out of his fly, peeking out between the panels of the suit coat he also wore. It wasn't until he grabbed the bottle that I realized it was lube. "Over the end of the desk. Face the mirror."

"Clayton, I—"

"You what? Don't want to be a partner in the most powerful law firm in the state?"

I pulled myself up to my full height and looked down into his eyes, unwilling to submit in this way. Today his hair was loose and tucked behind his ears, further irritating me that this surfer boy was trying to cow and intimidate me. Yet, despite my size and the strength of my resolve, he still seemed to tower over me and unquestionably held the power in the room which caused me to say rather meekly, "I do, but—"

"If you want the clients, if you want the notoriety, if you want a future where you call the shots this is the price you pay. With your name as part of this firm, you'll make connections with people who didn't know you existed yesterday. You'll be invited into the best clubs, get reservations at the best restaurants, game tickets, whatever it is, you'll have it. But you need to remember—and occasionally be reminded—that this is my law firm. You may be a partner but you work for me. End of discussion."

Even though his voice was as even as ever, I knew that if I opened my mouth again, if I made any move that wasn't to demonstrate my compliance with his order, I'd be finished.

Holding back a sigh, I moved to the edge of the desk where he had indicated. Suppressing my hesitance because I didn't want to show him weakness, I undid my belt and pants and avoided looking at the mirror in front of me. Though there was no sound, I felt him move into position behind me as I lowered my pants and underwear. I heard the soft snick of the cap opening on the bottle followed by the wet sound of him slicking himself.

"Eyes up."

Inwardly reluctant but immediately compliant, I raised my head and met the reflection of his almost bored gaze. Like the day before, there was no indication of arousal or anticipation of pleasure in his eyes. Clayton Harris was behind me because he could be. I felt his thick tip push between my cheeks and clenched my jaw to suppress my anger as he travelled slowly along my crack to find his target. When I felt the cool wetness touch my puckered opening, I flinched, clinching my asshole at the same time.

Clayton pushed forward with gentle pressure to secure himself then released his hold on his cock and gripped my hips in his strong hands. His eyes were indifferent as they locked on mine. We stared at each other for a few moments in silence. I was unable to look away and he wanted to make sure I didn't. There was no warning, no indication it was about to happen when he thrust his hips forward sharply, causing his cock to punch into my ass like he was stabbing a pen through a piece of paper.

I felt the searing pain, the sharpness of skin possibly tearing, yet, despite the tears that formed in my eyes along with a wince and sharp inhale I refused to scream in reaction. Other than a slow blink to clear them, my eyes remained locked on his and my face quickly returned to a neutral expression. I remained tense and still as he took his time pushing all the way into me. Clayton's hard rod stuttered and skipped against my violated hole. His cock forced my ring to submit even as it fluttered uncontrollably trying to eject him. I could feel the leading edge push deeper into me, prying me open like nothing I'd felt before. It seemed like an eternity before I felt the open zipper of his pants against my bare ass at which point I exhaled a long breath I didn't know I'd been holding.

Clayton remained motionless for a moment holding my gaze with his unreadable eyes. His breathing was as steady as ever and betrayed nothing about his emotional state. Likewise, his cock was hot and hard within me, but unlike when I was buried in my wife, there was no twitching of his aroused flesh, no throbbing indicating a need for release. As always, Clayton Harris was in complete control of his body and everything around him, including me.

He eventually leaned forward over me, taking a moment to calmly tuck a few of the blonde locks that had escaped behind an ear, then reached out to tap the papers that he had placed on his desk when I first entered. It was then that I realized they were already turned and positioned almost perfectly so that I could read and sign them from my current position. Aligned with my shoulders was his laptop that he turned so he could see it. As if his cock weren't buried in my ass and we were sitting across from each other at the desk, he said, "This is the partnership packet. Bruce and Robert signed the same thing and there is nothing different in yours compared to theirs. But, of course you're a great lawyer so you'll take your time and read through it."

Lowering my eyes to the document, I felt him return to standing then pull back slightly. Though I tried to read, all I could focus on was his cock moving backward inside me before pushing deep again. When he pulled back a second time, I registered a little more of his dick leaving me as I reread the same sentence before he returned his entire length to my ass. I stared at the print on the paper unable to make sense of it as his fourth thrust had him not pushing back in completely before pulling out again. By the seventh, he had found his depth and pace and moved regularly through my ass. Though the pain remained, his movement was steady enough that I was finally able to put it out of my mind and move on to the second sentence.

While I read, my ass burned relentlessly from the friction of his motion. And even without him balls deep inside me, his thick length felt like it was coming out of my throat. Though I was able to focus on the contract, my mind and body both were having a difficult time dealing with the fact that I was being fucked by my boss, by a man, in exchange for a better position. For years, the quality of my work had been enough and now I was beyond annoyed that I had to do this in order to move forward any further in my career or risk losing it all.

I had finally made it through the first page when the phone on his desk rang.

"Pass that to me."

I did as requested but I know my face expressed the disbelief I felt that he was going to have a phone converstion while fucking me. Indeed, as he continued to slide his cock back and forth within me, he spoke to another lawyer in the firm about a case, removing his hands from my hips to use the laptop as needed yet never stopping his hips. I returned my attention to the paperwork in front of me, vaguely aware of the continued conversation.

After he finished that call, I was surprised when minutes later he received another work call that he took. A third call followed from his wife. I openly stared with incredulity at him in the mirror discussing dinner, their kids and other minutae as he continued to pump my ass while holding my hip with one hand. Not intentionally eavesdropping on the call, I could nevertheless hear his words and was surprised that his tone with her was no different from the one he used with me and the other attorneys.