Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Another boring ass night at work.
My name is James. I attend a small liberals arts College in the Midwest and work the late shift at a seedy run down 7/11-type store just outside of town. The money is shit, but it helps with what scholarships and my parents don't cover. Importantly, it gives me just enough money to rent an apartment on my own.
The owner, Javier, owns half a dozen or so of these around the state and allegedly does pretty well for himself. I often wonder how considering I've been here for 3 hours and have only had one customer. In discussing this with Javier on one of his stop-bys, he sternly reminded me that there's always something to do and I should apply myself harder.
I ran a pretty tight shift for the first month of working there, but gradually started taking liberties. I'd buy a soda and snack before going to the back office to dick around on my phone for half an hour at a time, glancing every now and then at the security camera to make sure no customers came in.
It had been harder than ever tonight to stay focused. It had been a pretty shitty day. I bombed a test that I assumed would be a slam dunk and was feeling pretty tore up inside about it. I hadn't met many people since coming here, which precluded me from having an older connection to buy me some beers. I spent an ample amount of time glaring over at the alcohol section of the store.
By closing time, I had overcome any doubts. I put $9 in the register, loaded up a six pack into my backpack and biked to my apartment after closing down the shop for the night.
It was exactly what I needed. Though I was a little hungover, I felt recharged and ready to take on whatever the day threw at me. Classes flew by and I even convinced my professor to let me do some work to help my grade after the exam.
Everything considered, I didn't feel all too bad about going to work that night. I strolled in, said hello to Bob, who had the shift before me, and settled down at the cash register with a book.
Things were pretty normal until around 9pm when Javier walked in. I reactively snapped my book closed and stood straight, acting like I was doing something other than reading a book on company time.
"Ah, James" he said while shaking his head with a sigh. "Please lock up the store and meet me in the office, ok?"
Not waiting for an answer, he walked right by me. My heart was beating out of my chest and my mind was going a mile a minute. I was sure I was going to get fired, but I didn't know what else would happen because I was underage and stole beer.
I forced my fingers to obey and locked up the store before meekly walking back into the office.
Javier was sitting back in his chair with his feet on the table, thumbing through a manilla folder. Without looking up, he asked "so, how was business last night?"
"Well, uh.." I stammered, "pretty slow and.."
He dismissively waved his hand for me to stop.
"Ebough with this. Just look at this."
He laid out a few security camera stills of me taking the beer and putting cash in the teller.
"How old are you again, James? 18? So, too young to be buying beer in the first place. I've let you buy soda and snacks on your own, but this is a different matter entirely. It's not only about what you did, it's about what I'm liable for. I could get fined for this. I'm going to have to go to the police."
I sat stunned. A tear fell down my cheek as I cradled my head in my head.
"Please...I paid for it. The money is there. It was a stupid mistake...I understand I can't work here anymore..but please..this will ruin my life."
We sat in painful silence for a few minutes that felt like hours.
Javier broke the silence by producing two beers from behind his desk and opening them. Surprisingly, he slid one over to me.
"Drink. Believe it or not, you're not the first employee who has done this. A few years ago, a girl named Samantha worked here. She did the same thing. We reached an arrangement and she stayed on, she even made more money than she did before." He remarked with a chuckle.
I silently sipped my beer and looked up, intrigued.
"H-how?"
"I'm glad you asked" he said as he produced another folder from inside his desk.
"Inside here is the arrangement we arrived at. If it looks good, we can forget this ever happened. If not, I'll have to call the police..and I can't be held accountable for what happens to you in the can." He laughed.
He stood up and walked up on the side of me, putting the folder down in front of me.
"Go on, take a peak" he said with a wink.
I opened the folder and gasped louder than I had ever before as I was greeted with picture after picture of Javiar fucking and getting sucked by some girl, presumably Samantha. There were dozens of pictures, of her getting it in her ass, mouth, pussy, pumping cocks with her fists and even some where multiple dudes were surrounding her fucking or getting ready to fuck.
He barely doubled over laughing at my reaction. Snapping back to reality, I slammed the folder closed and turned to face Javiar, but was greeted instead by his hard Latin cock inches away from my face.
"B-b-b-but Mr. Sanchez, I'm not gay, what the hell" I stammered.
"Really?" He looked puzzled. "I assumed you were a faggot from the second I saw you" he laughed as he pulled his chair over to mine and sat down, his dick still out.
"No matter. You either take care of me or I involve the police. Either way, given your physique, you'll end up filled with man meat."
I bit my lip in anger and looked up at him with his cocky grin as he stroked his long cock.
"You know, I've never heard of anyone going to jail for this type of thing!" I said, defiantly.
"Ha ha ha, sure sure, whatever you need to tell yourself. Perhaps you are right. Perhaps they will let you off with a slap on the wrist. Yet, perhaps I take this picture of you putting money in the till and say it's you taking money out of it, eh?"
Silence again as I knew the fucking asshole bastard had me trapped.
"Now, are we going to continue to trade hypotheticals or are you going to suck some dick and keep your job and your ass out of prison? It's simple, James."
