Alex's Humiliations

He looked up at Jerry Sampson who had a disappointed look on his face. He shifted his eyes to Webster and stared at him. Webster's eyes were cold, penetrating and showed no emotion.

"Once again I am the subject of nothing but rumor and gossip," Webster said standing up. "You people make me sick. If you don't mind, I am going to get back to work."

Sampson and Monroe just looked at each other and then at Alex. They had just taken their best shot at Webster and came up short. They got up and left Alex sitting alone in the conference room.

"How did he know?" Alex asked himself. "How the fuck did Webster know I had those pictures?"

He picked up the laptop and headed for his office. His career at Atlas was over. How could Sampson and Monroe let him stay after making an accusation against Webster and not backing it up? No, their only option was to fire him.

Suddenly a hand grabbed him, pulled him into a darkened office and threw him up against a wall. The door to the office shut and Alex's eye's strained to adjust in the dark.

"Nice try, cocksucker." It was Webster's voice and his blood ran cold. Webster punched Alex once in the face. The blow stunned Alex and he stated to slump but Webster pulled him up and gave his three quick slaps in the face.

"Do you think you can fuck me over?" he asked Alex, his face inches from Alex's and barely discernable in the dark. "Do you think I would let you do that to me?"

He pulled Alex's hand down and rubbed it in his crotch. Alex could feel Webster's cock bulging in his pants.

"Feel that?" he asked Alex. "I have a hard on for you already."

Alex tried to focus on Webster but his eyes rolled in the dark. He almost got them focused but a knee in his groin dropped him hard. He rolled up in a fetal position expecting another blow but Webster just paced around him.

"You are NOT going to fuck with me," he said to Alex. "Do you think I would leave myself exposed? No way. When you were in the shower I checked your laptop and saw that you had downloaded the pictures so I deleted your copies. I had already emailed the pictures back to my personal email address before you deleted them. That's right. I have the pictures. You getting fucked up the ass. You sucking my cock and looking like you're enjoying it. I even have one of you getting fucked by our big black friend in Atlanta. Any one of those pictures would create a lot of gossip about you, wouldn't they?"

Alex was on his hands and knees now struggling to pull a breath into his lungs. Webster looked at him. He wanted to take him right now. Just ram his cock into Alex's ass and fuck the shit out of him. But that much fun had to wait. Instead, he walked around in front of Alex, opened his pants and pulled out his cock. Grabbing Alex's hair, he pulled his head back and pushed his cock into Alex's waiting mouth.

Webster was hard and ready. Slapping Alex around aroused him as any foreplay had. He thrust his cock in and out of Alex's mouth as the young man struggled to keep his balance and draw air into his lungs. He had no where to go since Webster had him by the hair keeping him in place.

Webster finally felt himself cumming and gave one last push into Alex's mouth. He lodged his cockhead in Alex's mouth as it spit its load down Alex's throat. Webster pushed a couple of more times to enjoy the feeling but could not get any deeper. His balls were flush against Alex's chin and Alex's nose was pressed into his groin. Alex's throat was so filled with cock that he could not even swallow and let the cum flow down his throat.

Webster pulled his cock out and wiped it across Alex's face covering it with cum and saliva. When it was sufficiently wiped off, he put it back in his pants and zipped up. He crouched down next to Alex and whispered in his ear.

"You know the hotel across he street? Meet me there at 6:00 after work. I'll let you know what room number to come to. And DO NOT fuck with me." With that he pushed Alex over on his side, gave him one last kick in the stomach and walked out of the office closing the door behind him.

Alex lay in the darkness holding his ribs. He could taste blood in his mouth and defeat in his spirit. Webster had gotten him at every turn and there was no end in sight. But there had to be an end. The question was how would it end. One of them, he though, may not leave the hotel tonight.

The rest of the day dragged minute by minute, hour by hour. Alex sat at his desk and contemplated what would happen that night. How would it end? Would the struggle itself end with Alex's surrender? Would he stand up to Webster and take what was coming to him, rightly or wrongly deserved? The thought crossed Alex's mind that maybe he would just walk into the bathroom and hang himself in the shower. Or maybe he would hang Webster in the shower.

He looked at his watch. 5:45. He could just go home but something inside said that he had to go to the hotel. The beast had to be confronted. If for no reason than Webster's attitude when he dropped the note on Alex's desk that afternoon.

"Room 1005. 6 sharp" was all it read, but Webster's cold, icy stare spoke more to Alex.

He got up, shut off his PC and headed out the office door. As he walked down the hall, he stopped in the office kitchen to empty his coffee cup when he saw it. It was a large knife that the staff used to cut birthday cakes.

"It may come to that," he thought to himself and he picked up the knife. It was 15 inches from handle to tip and Alex thought where he could hide it. It was too big for his pocket and if he put it in his pants he would probably cut of his own cock. He put it back on the counter and started rummaging through the utensil drawer. He found a smaller steak knife and held it up. It could work. It was small enough to hide and large enough to do some damage. He slipped it into his pocket and headed for the hotel. Outside he noticed Anne Johnson's car in the parking lot. Sampson was probably breaking the bad news to her. He felt sorry that he was not able to help her, but maybe he could help himself.

Even as his hand lifted to knock on the door of room 1005 Alex questioned what he was doing. He had no idea what was going to happen but knew something was going to happen. He stood there ready to knock, and stood there. He wished he had a plan. He wished he knew what to do. He wished that….

Without knocking, or maybe Alex did knock without realizing it, the door opened and Webster stood there.

"That's what I like. Right on time," he said as he turned his back and walked into the room. Alex stepped in and closed the door.

"Come here," Webster ordered. Alex walked over to where he was standing and Webster grabbed him and pushed him up against the wall. He pressed his lips to Alex's and thrust his tongue into Alex's mouth. Alex hesitated but then returned the kiss with passion.

"What the fuck am I doing?" Alex thought to himself. "Do I want to kill this bastard or make love to him?"

Webster's hands were busy unbuttoning Alex's shirt as their tongues twisted together. He pulled the shirt off and started on Alex's pants, unbuckling them and letting them fall to the floor.

"Get on your knees," Webster ordered. Alex knelt in front of him. Without instruction, he took hold of Webster's cock, wrapped his lips around the head and pushed down on the shaft. Webster knocked Alex's hands off his cock, grabbed his head and started face fucking him, lodging his cockhead deep in Alex's throat.

While Webster was enjoying Alex's mouth, Alex reached down and felt for the knife handle in his pocket. The back and forth motion created by Webster made it difficult, but at last he had it. He looked up and saw that Webster's eyes were closed. It was now or never. He could simply would Webster, cutting off his cock or balls, or drive it into his chest. He pulled the knife from his pocket. He looked again up at Webster. He wasn't looking. It was now or never… now or never.

It was never. Alex dropped the knife and grasped Webster's legs allowing his mouth to be used as a pussy. Looking down Webster saw the knife lying on the floor.

"What was that for?" he asked Alex as he kicked the knife away from them. "What exactly were you planning to do with that?"

"I… I… " was all Alex could get out before Webster pulled him off his knees, spun him around and pushed him up against the wall.

"I was hoping that we might be able to do this with some cooperation," he said with his mouth against Alex's ear, "but I guess not."

"I wasn't going to use it," Alex replied, not convincing himself or Webster.

"Well, you have a choice," Webster snarled holding his own cock in his hand. "I will use it on YOU, or I will use THIS on you." Alex could feel Webster's cock pushing against the small of his back.

"I'll cooperate," Alex said, resigned to the fact that his fate for the evening, maybe his life, was sealed.

"Good choice," Webster replied as he crouched down behind Alex and started rimming his asshole with his tongue. Alex's cock stiffened as Webster pleasured him by pushing deep into his hole. He pushed back against Webster and moaned. He was surrendering.

Webster stood back up and leaned forward, his cock aimed at Alex's saliva covered asshole. With a short thrust, his cockhead penetrated Alex who gasped at the intrusion. Webster positioned himself closer and with another thrust buried himself deep into Alex almost lifting him off the floor. He then started the slow, rhythmic motion of fucking Alex.

Alex was pinned against the wall with legs spread and his arms over his head trying not to bang his head into the wall with every one of Webster's thrusts. He pushed his ass back trying to open his hole wide for the onslaught. Webster was controlling his movements by holding onto Alex's hips and pulling them back to meet his forward thrusts.

Webster's cock continued to slid in and out of Alex's asshole and the rhythm picked up. The only noise in the room were Webster's grunts, the sound of Webster's thighs slapping against Alex and a soft moaning from Alex.

Webster reached around and grabbed Alex's cock and stroked it as he pounded into his ass. It was rock hard and Webster whispered into Alex's ear.

"You like this, don't you?"

"Yes," Alex whispered back.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I like it when you fuck me," Alex replied. The words had come out of his mouth, and Alex knew why. He did like it. He despised Webster but liked getting fucked.

"Say it again," Webster said in his ear. "How do you like it?"

"Hard," Alex replied. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard."

Webster slammed his cock into Alex and continued to stroke his cock until he felt Alex's ass tighten and cum spurted into his hand. That sent Webster over the edge and he stiffened, drove one more time deep and emptied his balls into Alex.

They both stood there breathless with Webster's cock deep in Alex's ass and cum dripping from his hand. Webster brought his hand up to Alex's mouth and Alex licked and sucked the fingers tasting his own cum. Webster felt good being lodged deep in Alex's ass, but there was more fun to be had. He pulled out of Alex, finished undressing and walked into the bathroom to wash his hands.

"Take your clothes off," Webster said to Alex as he returned and lay on the bed, "and then you can come over and clean me up."

Alex was about to join him on the bed when there was a knock at the door.

"That's room service. I ordered some booze for the night," Webster said to Alex. "Put something on and answer the door."

Webster slipped under the bed sheets as Alex wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door to look out. In a flash there was a .38 pressed against his forehead. He backpedaled being pushed back into the room with the gun still against his head. Anne Johnson was at he other end of the gun.

"This is cozy," she said looking at Webster in bed and then she looked back at Alex.

"Do you want to do this or shall I?" she asked.

Alex just stood there.

"Neither of you are going to do it," Webster said with a smile on his face. "You're both weak. But you're both great fucks"

"Get dressed, Alex, and get out of here." Anne said training the pistol on Webster.

"You're not leaving," Webster shot back. "You don't want to leave."

Alex looked at Webster, back to Anne and then grabbed his clothes.

"You'll regret this," Webster said to Alex and then turned to Anne. "You will, too."

Alex finished getting dressed and stood there.

"GO," Anne ordered.

He turned, walked out the door and was moving down the hall when he heard two loud pops. He froze in his tracks and looked over his shoulder in time to see Anne leave the room and walk towards the other end of the hallway.

It was over for all of them.