Fan Fic - Post Season: Ben’s Johnson
Scene opens to Mark Davis sitting in a fancy leather chair behind an elegant mahogany desk in his office at the Raiders headquarters. He nervously checks his watch and peeks through the shades of his office window awaiting the most important interview of his life. Suddenly, he sees a man approaching his office and scrambles back to his desk trying to look natural.
knock knock
“Come in!”, Mark says with a big grin. The door slowly opens and in walks Ben Johnson. Mark stands up and shakes his hand.
“Hey Ben, it’s a pleasure to meet you”, Mark says.
“The pleasure’s all mine”, Ben says with a grin as he takes a seat across from Mark’s desk.
“Look Ben, let’s get down to business. I want you so bad you have no idea”, Mark says with a little giggle.
Ben leans back with a smug look on his face and says, “Look Mark, it’s not all about the money. I need to be a part of a winning organization and frankly the Raiders have been trash for 20 years.”
“I understand”, Mark says with a sigh, “but here’s the thing - I’m willing to do anything for you.”
“Anything?”, Ben replies with raised eyebrows, “I’m going to need you to be more specific”.
Mark smirks and starts to sink down behind his desk. Ben has a puzzled look on his face but before he can say anything Mark crawls beneath his desk and emerges on his hands and knees in front of Ben’s lap.
“Fine”, Ben says as he unzips his pants, “let’s see what you’ve got”.
Mark caresses Ben’s inner thighs as he waits for the big reveal. Mark bites his lip as Ben pulls out his hog. It’s huge. Mark slaps it across his face a few times then, without a word, throats the entire cock. Ben can’t believe Mark doesn’t have a gag reflex. Mark is trying his best to hit a good rhythm like his Dad taught him.
Mark starts to slow down and the vibe changes. Mark looks up at Ben teary eyed and covered in saliva as he tries to catch his breath. Ben looks back down with a contemplative look on his face. The mood is ruined.
“What’s wrong Ben?”, Mark says with a melancholy look on his face, “Why are you going soft?”
“Look Mark, you’re great and that was some of the best head of my life”, Ben says as he looks away, “but… the thing is… you really don’t have a quarterback. O’Connell is garbage and I don’t love this upcoming draft class”.
Mark quietly stands up and walks back to his desk with an eerily confident expression. Mark sits down at his desk and picks up his phone. Ben is confused as he hears Mark mumble into the phone, “yes… right now… it’s important”. Mark hangs up the phone and looks back at Ben and says, “Just a moment”.
knock knock
Ben looks back at the door slowly opening and can’t believe his eyes. Tom Brady walks through the door and immediately kneels before Ben.
“Trust me…”, Tom says with a little giggle, “You want this job”.
Ben is suddenly rock hard again. Tom goes straight for the deep throat and Ben can’t handle himself. He busts after 3 strokes and Tom swallows everything.
“Tom, I swear that’s not normal” Ben frantically says, “I usually last way longer than that”.
“Don’t worry about it, Ben”, Tom says as he wipes the cum from his chin, “I’m used to that happening”.
Mark looks at Ben and confidently says, “How’s that for a quarterback?”.
“Where do I sign!”, Ben says with a huge smile.
Mark slides his pen over to Ben who grabs it and rips through the pages of the contract signing his name on every page.
Suddenly, a door slams in the distance and all 3 men look towards the hallway. They hear stomping in the distance that gets louder by the second. The door flies open and Mark can’t believe his eyes. Antonio Pierce stands in the doorway and he’s pissed.
“This is who you’re replacing me with?”, Pierce screams, “Ain’t no way y’all are doing me like this man!”
“It’s not what it looks like Ant…”, Mark stutters before Pierce cuts him off.
“It sure looks to me like y’all were sucking off the new hire!”, Pierce yells, “Am I wrong?”
Tom chimes in, “It’s just business, Antonio. You fucked our draft position and it’s best for both of us we move on”.
“It’s been a pleasure, Antonio”, Mark says as he reaches for Pierce’s bulge, “Let me properly thank you for your work here”.
“Fuck this gay shit man!”, Pierce screams as he swats Mark’s hand away from his cock, “I’m outta here!”
Pierce stomps out of the office and walks straight out of the building for the last time. It was a bittersweet goodbye but Pierce was never the man for the job. Ben grabs a Raiders hat and looks over to Tom and says, “Let’s get to work”.
End Scene.