Patreon Compilation – Fic#167 – Shane/Morris – coercion; consensual non consent – Life Keeps Being Hard (Patreon)

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Shane/Morris – Shane, thinking female Farmer is bothering him with some gift again, is exceptionally rude... only that it isn't the Farmer, it is Morris who has a ride or die proposal for him.

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Shane’s already piss poor mood sours further when a shadow falls onto him from behind, obscuring the stupid small print on the stupid display etiquettes, making it that much more difficult to see what he is doing.

There’s no way it is a regular customer… they are all regulars – not difficult in such a small shitty town – and know exactly where to find their shitty groceries and not to bother Shane when he is doing his job.

So it can only be the new farmer that has made it a point for whatever goddamn reason to speak to him every single goddamn day since she moved into her grandfather’s old, dilapidated, shitty house and-

“Go away! Holy hell, I am working!”

He slams the canned tuna down on the shelf. He can feel his face going red with agitated anger, waiting for her to come up with whatever excuse as to why she had gone out of her way to annoy him this time.

“Hm. I can see that. It is what I pay you to do, as well. But I can’t say that your attitude is very in the JoJa spirit, Mr. Shane.”

Shane exhales roughly, all the color draining from his face when he hears a voice that is very distinctly not the farmers. His brain grinds to a halt, no thought at all coming to his rescue as Morris tells him with a bit of a nasally tone to his voice to follow him into his office.

He does… there’s not much else he can do, after all. His hands are sweaty and clammy and no matter how often he drags them against his work uniform, there is nothing he can do to dry them, it seams.

His legs feel stiff as boards as he wobbles after Morris, staring at his shiny black hair, panic mounting as he realizes that this is it. He’s going to get fired and there’s no place in the Valley he can turn to. Nobody is looking to hire someone. Maybe he can ask Clint, though they both are fucking assholes and he can’t see that going well…

“Mr Shane. Do not sit down. I think we can make this nice and quick, yes?”

Morris sits down behind his desk after gently having closed the door behind Shane. He looks him up and down, nodding toward a wastebin in the corner of the room.

“Please, if you are going to lose the contents of your stomach… in there. But I would advise you to keep a hold of yourself.” He sits leisurely in the chair, a wide smile on his face as he reaches out and idly plays with a coin on the top of his desk. “I think we can both agree that the performance you just displayed has been… abysmal.”

Shane starts to stutter apologies but falls quiet once Morris lifts hand to shut him up, his dark eyes seizing him up and down.

“As I understand, you are living with your aunt and niece, yes? You must be quite the burden on them already. It would be a shame if you now added to that load simply by being fired for your pisspoor customer service qualities. I am not an unreasonable man. I am sure we can find a way to keep you in the company as a valuable worker…”

Morris hums thoughtfully while Shane feels like he is going to faint on the spot. He can’t get fired. He absolutely can’t.

“Please… I would do everything,” he finally squeezes out of his spasming lungs.

Morris smiles brightly and nods enthusiastically.

“I had hoped you would say that. Well then- if you would please come here.”

He says it so chipper, so… matter of fact, that Shane starts to move before he has properly registered what is happening.

Just seconds later, he finds himself standing in front of Morris and staring down at the cock he has slipped out at some point, hard and pointing up at him in eager anticipation.

His mouth opens… then closes again. He looks up into Morris’ face, just a few spots of color now appearing on the pale cheeks as the man turns a little more to better face him, waving with one hand at his cock.

“Well? It won’t suck itself, Mr. Shane. It is not a good idea to let me wait now, I might add. The form to cancel your contract with us is just in this here drawer, ready and waiting for my signature…”

He doesn’t need to keep talking. Shane falls to his knees without further ado, leaning in and opening up nice and wide to let the eagerly waiting cock slide in without much of a hitch.

Morris gasps, one hand slamming down on the arm rest of his office chair, the other grabbing Shane tight by his hair.

“Oh… oh dear. I hadn’t anticipated such… such enthusiasm. But it is certainly a-appreciated, Mr. Shane. Oh… ah…” He digs his heels against the floor for leverage, pushing his hips up from his seat and into the warm throat that the tip of his cock is flirting with.

Shane gags mildly and tries to pull away out of reflex… but Morris’ grip on him is relentless, keeping him right where he needs him to slowly fuck his mouth, cock dragging against his tongue to let him calm down a little…

“This brings up a… another issue that I wanted to… to discuss with you,” Morris rasps, his breath coming in stuttering little gusts, a wide grin seemingly frozen on his face. “You need to pay more attention to your personal hygiene. Your hair could use a bit of a wash.I would not like any of our customers to complain about one of Joja’s employees because of their body odor…”

He digs his fingers deeper into Shane’s hair, pushing them against his skull and using the grip to sit his ass down and use his head as a glorified fleshlight instead.

“Oh yes… this is… very good. More suction, please, Mr.Shane-”

Shane has clenched his eyes together tightly but does as he is told. His cheeks hollow out a little as he sucks his employer’s cock, hands gripping Morris’ knees tightly; he hadn’t put them there with any real agency; it’s just been a reflex upon getting his gag reflex suddenly triggered by the fat tip nudging against the back of his throat.

“And, I would appreciate if you kept your drinking habits at a minimum. At least to a degree that will ensure that you will not come into work drunk again. Actually, this could have resulted into an immediate termination of your contract if I had born any ill-will toward you… but as you can see, I am a very kind-hearted and diplomatic man. I am ready to make compromises for my dear employees…”

He jerks harder on Shane’s head, forcing him down faster and deeper.

“Use your tongue more!” he hisses – and Shane obeys. There is not much reaction coming from him; if he is listening to Morris’ monologues, it does not show in any way. With his overboarding temper Morris would have placed a bet that he would start cussing and screaming and burning all the bridges that he’s built, but…

He does nothing of the sort – other than being a good little cock sucker that makes sure to follow each and every of Morris’ demands. Hmmm… so he must be listening to him after all. How curious…

Maybe his aunt and niece are worth more to him than Morris initially thought. What an… interesting development. It would mean that…

“Fhuhuhu,” Morris chuckles softly. He forces Shane’s head down until he starts to gag again, then keeps him right there where he is, making him fight to keep his teeth from hurting the throbbing shaft pressed intimately against his nervously fluttering tongue.

“There you go… I let you back up when you stop fighting- there. good. Get a bit of air and then open up again like a good boy…”

Shane does without complaint. He is avoiding looking up at Morris as he pants, his tongue lolling out of his head and dripping saliva to the floor while he tries to get his breathing back under control and stop his intermittent coughing.

The second it seems like he is ready to go again, Morris tugs on his hair… and Shane opens up nice and wide – even says ‘AAhh’ like a good mouth cunt.

Morris chuckles again and lets his head sink back, enjoying the warmth and wetness around his cock, now guiding Shane’s head with both hands to have him bob up and down in a nice, even rhythm.

“Very… very good. I see you are willing to work on yourself, Mr. Shane. JoJa is here to help you accomplish your personal dreams, you know? And I think… I think we can do that by personal Customer Service Training.

Please come in an hour before work for the foreseeable future and report in here in my office, hm? I am sure we can put this little… misunderstanding behind us soon enough. Fuhuhuhu.”