Date: Tue, 22 May 2007 20:06:12 -0400 (EDT)
From: t.owens@joyboyisland.com
Subject: "The Perfect Bottom" --Gay Male Authoritarian

The Perfect Bottom
By T. Owens
http://joyboyisland.com


Shane trembled, his head thrown back against the grease spattered wall. He
resented and yet secretly loved the temporary helplessness that shook his
body as he shot his come into another man's body -- in this case his
coworker's mouth. It was the one time he allowed himself to let down his
guard when he was with another man, the only time he was willing to be
vulnerable.

He savored the sparks shooting through him for as long as he dared but as
inevitably as his cock wilting, the uneasiness became too much to bear. He
gathered up the shreds of his composure and reached for control of the
situation once again. It helped to look down at the head still nursing at
his groin. It reminded him that he wasn't the one on his knees. Excellent.

"Lick it clean," he said as he combed his fingers through curly black hair,
idly pressing against the other man's skull to hold him in place. "I don't
want to be sticky the rest of the night."

As his co-worker Theo obediently cleaned Shane's cock of come and saliva,
Shane peered through the window of the swinging kitchen door to make sure
the diner was operating fine without them.

The place was still mostly empty at eleven-thirty on a Tuesday night. A
pair of pizza delivery boys was on their way out the door and the security
guard from the Blue Flamingo -- Mitch -- was on his feet and fishing out
cash for his tab. Shane watched him, glad the intimidating man was on his
way out. Something about the guy rubbed Shane the wrong way. He wondered
where the other man's partner and lover was. Shane liked him better.

When Theo began mouthing Shane's scrotum in search of more juice, Shane
pushed him away and tucked his dick back in his pants. Outside on the floor
of the restaurant, Mitch walked out the door, leaving the diner empty
again. Perfect.

"Thanks," Shane said, stretching out his neck. "Did you come, too?" he
asked as an afterthought.

Theo giggled and pointed at the stain on the front of his work
pants. Fortunately both young men wore aprons over their pants so the stain
wouldn't be visible to anyone else. Shane didn't relish the thought of
running the diner alone while the other man went home to change. Shane had
just begun work at The Lonely Diner and could already tell -- after only a
week -- that this was going to be one his least favorite jobs since moving
to Joyboy Island last summer.

"I always get off when I've got a big dick in my mouth, girlfriend." Theo
winked at him, the crush of his mascara-thick lashes waving like a black
fan. "No complaints here."

Inwardly cringing at the pet name, Shane nodded and adjusted his apron over
his lap. "Great. Well, let's get back on the floor before the cook wonders
where we went."

"Pele's out back having a smoke."

"Still ..."

"I know, I know. You don't want to get fired already. Give me a sec to wipe
out my pants."

Shane pushed through the swinging door, glad to be out of the small
enclosure with the other man. Theo was cute enough, but he was basically an
effeminate Goth. He wore eye makeup and lip gloss. While Shane liked to
fuck submissive men, he preferred the men he fucked to be men.

He grabbed a tray and cleaned off the two abandoned tables, rolling his
eyes at the pitiful tips that had been left for him and Theo. When it was
only the two of the working they pooled their tips, and if this was the way
the night was heading they were both going home very broke.

"I'm taking an extra twenty tonight," he announced when Theo stepped out of
the backroom while re-tying his apron.

The Goth gaped comically. "What? I thought we were splitting evenly?"

Shane carried the tray to the back counter and set it down for Theo to
unload while he returned to the tables with a damp rag. "I need cash," he
told Theo as he wiped down the tables. "I'll be fair about it. I'll fuck
you later to make us even."

"A fuck from you is worth twenty bucks?"

Shane smirked and sauntered back to the twelve-foot long counter where
stainless steel stools were lined up before the ordering window. He dropped
his butt onto a stool and looked deeply into Theo's eyes, smiling more
deeply as the other man flushed.

"A fuck from me is worth a hundred, but I'm cutting you a deal because
you're my friend."

"Some friend," Theo muttered as Shane tossed the rag into the dish bin in
the corner.

"You're telling me you'd rather have the twenty?"

Theo gave him a dirty look and fished out his makeup bag. He pretended to
ignore Shane while he touched up his lip gloss. "I might need a fuck," he
said casually.

Shane smirked again and plucked a menu from its holder on the counter. "If
it weren't for you, Theo, I'd have quit this job last week. Even working at
the marina is better than this."

"This job does have its perks, you know."

Shane scanned his eyes over the laminated single-sided menu and sighed. "It
does? Please don't tell me it's free food because I will never, ever eat
the 'Hunk of Manmeat'."

Theo laughed and put away his bag. He began picking the black nail polish
off his fingernails, creating a pile of flakes on the brushed metal
counter. "Best meatloaf sandwich on the island, girlfriend. Don't knock the
meat just cuz you're afraid of it."

Shane jammed the menu back into the spiral holder behind the napkin
dispenser and sighed again as he spun around on his seat to survey the
small diner.

It was shaped long and narrow like a shoebox, with mirrors along both sides
to make the room seem larger, but all they achieved was a funhouse effect
when customers were reflected a hundred times back at themselves. The
tables were old Formica, but not too badly chipped. The booths were
upholstered in a toffee colored vinyl and were rip-free, although booths 3
and 7 had lumpy seats. There were only two single tables along the front
window beneath the painted lettering. Solo diners usually sat at the
counter where Shane currently sat.

A jukebox that played CDs was near the glass front doors, for some reason
playing a string of old Madonna songs. Probably a prank by the pizza
delivery guys, Shane decided. He glanced at a mirror at Theo's reflection,
seeing the man lip synching to the music. Or maybe it was Theo's
fault. Either way, Shane didn't want to be stuck listening to it all night.

"So what's the perk?" he asked, just for the sake of conversation. Since
starting work at the Lonely Diner he'd become fuck buddies with Theo since
the two of them were invariably left in charge of the restaurant during the
late night swing shift. Though Theo was far too flamboyant for Shane to
date he made for an entertaining co-worker -- and mouth to use.

"The perk is that we occasionally get visitors from the Raven."

Shane looked through the diner's window at the BDSM club across the
street. Or rather, he looked at the discreet black door, lit by a single
bulb, which led to the club. Only a small, tasteful metal plaque reading
'Raven" indicated the door led to someplace interesting.

"That's hardly a perk," he declared, crossing his arms over his chest,
unimpressed. He couldn't help glancing at his reflection in the mirror on
the other side of the room, admiring the young, attractive brunette he
saw. He'd fallen off his lifting routine and he needed to get back on it
pronto, he thought with dismay. His biceps didn't bulge very impressively.

"I've seen the guys who go in there for that BDSM stuff and they're as
gross as the munchers back in the States," he said, breaking off his
admiration of himself. "They're always creepy, fat, and ugly."

"True, if I were talking about their customers." Theo bent down and blew
his nail polish flakes over the counter, stirring up a mini black
blizzard. "But I'm talking about the staff."

Shane was still bored. "You mean the Masters?"

"And the slaves," Theo said. He threw the back of his wrist to his forehead
and pretended to swoon. "All those sweet, abused young things. They come
here for a cup of coffee and to lick their wounds. Poor boys deserve some
pie after being spanked for six hours and forced to lick other men's'
boots."

Shane laughed at his friend's description, but he was also growing
hard. "Do they really come over here? You've seen them?"

"I've been working the swing shift here for three years, girlfriend. If
they've come over here I've waited on them at least once."

Shane tapped his fingers against the counter, his eyes drifting to the
Raven's door. "Any of the slaves catch your eye?"

"Mine? Hardly. Not interested in someone fawning all over me," Theo said
with a roll of the eyes. "But there are a few I think you'd bone up
over. All weak and whimpy." He stuck a finger in his mouth and pretended to
gag. "They're totally into their roles. Sometimes they can't even order for
themselves. They ask me what I think they should get. Half the time I end
up making their choices for them. It's pretty fucked up, if you ask me."

"Good thing no one's asking you, then, because I think that's hot as hell."
Shane imagined a cute little sub who did everything he was asked and didn't
question anything. A hot, squirmy little body he could fuck at will and who
would blow him when he was too lazy to put in the effort. Who wouldn't love
that sort of power? That sort of control?

"Yeah, you would like that," Theo said. "You're as bad as they are, just in
a different way."

Shane sat straighter, glaring at the other man. "What the hell is that
supposed to mean? I'm not submissive! I've never been fucked in my life and
that's never going to change."

"Whoa! Calm down there, girlfriend." Theo threw up his hands and fanned
himself as if he were overcome by Shane's passion. "All that testosterone
nearly knocked me unconscious. Rein it in, big boy. You're top dog around
here. There's no question of that."

"Yeah, alright." Annoyed by Theo's attitude, Shane stood up and began to
pace the room. He watched multiple reflections of himself stalk through the
diner like a brooding army. "When's the last time one of the slaves ate
over here?"

"What's today? Tuesday? Hmm ... I'd say it's been just over a week. A
couple of them were here with one of the Masters the night before you
started working here." Theo snickered. "I think they were intimidated by
the news that a big alpha got a job here. Your manliness drove them off."

Shane snorted, but he hoped that wasn't the case no matter how outlandish
it sounded.

"Why can't you just go to one of the clubs or bars and pick up a twink
there?"

Shane didn't want to admit that he'd already tried. Numerous times. He'd
been disappointed with his choices. Every cute boy he'd approached who
seemed to radiate 'bottom' vibes had turned out to be too aggressive or
playful for his tastes. Most were pushy or didn't take his claim to be a
top very seriously. He didn't want someone who challenged him. He wanted
someone meek. Unfortunately, meek men didn't go to clubs -- they stayed at
home.

"I'm looking for the perfect bottom," Shane replied, ending his pacing at
the front window of the diner, "and he's not at a club or a bar." He stared
longingly at the Raven's door. "I have a feeling he's in there, but he's
going to have to come to me."

***

Shane was running late. He cursed as the back door of the Lonely Diner
jammed on him. He kicked it a few times until the twisted metal trim on the
bottom of the door gave way, allowing him to fling it open. The familiar
smell of cooking meat and frying potatoes rushed up his nostrils as he ran
inside.

"You late," Pele the cook muttered around his cigarette as he flipped a
pair of pancakes. "Do it again and you fired."

"Yeah, yeah," Shane muttered, tossing his backpack into the employee locker
and grabbing an apron which he yanked over his head. He clocked in and
pushed through the swinging door onto the floor.

Theo, serving a pair of tourists in a booth, glanced back and rolled his
eyes at Shane.

The bell over the front door tinkled. Shane looked over in time to see the
slender backside of a blonde man exit the diner.

"Sorry, man," Shane apologized as Theo returned behind the counter. Shane
began emptying a tub of dirty dishes that had been left there while Theo
serviced the customers. "Stupid tram was running late."

"You've been duly punished." Theo jerked his head toward the door where the
blonde had just left. "You missed one of the guys from the Raven." He
smirked at Shane's crestfallen expression. "Early bird gets the worm,
girlfriend. Better start showing up on time."

***

Wednesday night without a cruise ship in port meant the Lonely Diner was a
very lonely place, indeed.

Shane shuffled a deck of cards that he'd begun bringing with him to
alleviate the boredom. Beside him Theo was industriously refilling the salt
and pepper shakers.

The diner was empty, and KT Tunstall was playing on the jukebox. Shane
predicted that he and Theo would walk with about forty dollars a piece
tonight. What a waste of time.

"I'm thinking about getting another job," he announced.

"Back at the marina?" Theo asked as he screwed the lid on a freshly filled
pepper shaker.

"No, something less dirty. Maybe a barback in a club or something." Shane
hadn't really thought about it that much, to be honest. He'd been in a bit
of a funk ever since three days ago when he'd missed his first encounter
with an employee of the Raven. He'd hoped and expected to see another Raven
worker come in, but Theo's service must have sucked because no else had
crossed the street to eat at the diner since then.

"Barbacking is a lot of grunt work," Theo told him. He poured salt into a
shaker, accidentally spilling some over the edge and into the tray he'd
used to carry all the bottles from the tables. "The bartenders treat you
like you're their slave. It's the last job you'd want, girlfriend."

"Will stop calling me that?" Shane snapped. He tossed the cards beneath the
counter onto the shelf where the industrial-sized containers of condiments
sat. "And by the way: what kind of crappy service did you give the Raven
guy that he doesn't come here anymore? It's been three days."

Theo planted his hands on his narrow hips. His shiny, lip glossed lips were
parted with outrage. "Don't rag out on me. Maybe I would have given him
better service if I hadn't had to serve him and the entire restaurant by
myself because my co-worker was late for work. Ever thought of that? And
for your information I gave him great service and he was very happy. He
slipped me an extra five on the side."

"You didn't put that in our tip pool!"

"Because it was a side tip and I deserved it and you didn't." Theo stuck
his tongue out at him. The sight was so ridiculously childish that Shane
burst out laughing.

Theo giggled, and then he began laughing, too.

"I'm sorry, man," Shane said, catching his breath. "It's been a bad week
for me and I'm taking it out on you. No harm no foul?"

Theo looked him up and down before batting his lashes at Shane. "I know one
way you can make it up to me."

"You want the 'Hunk of Manmeat' special?" Shane asked with a grin.

"Sounds like it'd hit the spot," Theo agreed coyly.

The bell over the door rang. Shane glanced at the door and sucked in his
breath. A gorgeous specimen of a man walked into the Lonely Diner and
headed straight for one of the booths.

It was him. It was the blonde from the Raven.

"Oh, my god, let me take this," Shane blurted, his eyes devouring the
slender newcomer and his tight, round ass. The man appeared to be about
Shane's age, mid-twenties or younger, and maybe an inch or two shorter than
him. He wore the same tight black leather pants Shane had seen him wearing
three days ago, and a light blue pullover sweater that was casual enough to
make Shane believe the guy had just gotten off of work at the club.

He turned pleading eyes on Theo. "I want him."

Theo bit his lip, looking uncertain as he glanced from the blonde to Shane
and back again. "I don't know, girlfriend. Listen, this might not be a good
--"

"What, are you kidding me? He's perfect." Shane quickly rounded the end of
the counter before Theo could beat him to it. "He's mine. I'm not letting
him get away this time."

"But, Shane, wait --"

Shane ignored him and approached the booth. He gazed at the mirrored walls,
practically salivating over the gazillion reflections of blonde
gorgeousness. He'd have to put a mirror over his bed, he decided
quickly. This was a view he wanted from every angle.

"Hey, how's it going?" Shane cursed himself as his voice came out shakier
than he wanted.

"Long night," the other man sighed. His voice was low, but not particularly
deep. His blonde hair was very pale and curled into ringlets that made
Shane ache to feel them wrapped around his fingers.

He willed the other man to look up as he asked, "What can I get you to
drink? Coffee?"

"Coffee sounds good." The flaxen head of curls lifted and Shane felt his
heart stop beating. "Oh, you're new here," the man said in surprise.

But I'll never quit now that I know you come here, Shane thought
dreamily. The man was more than gorgeous, he was beautiful. He had a pixie
face that made Shane's knees feel weak. The sweetest baby blue eyes he'd
ever seen were ringed by pale lashes thicker than any girl's. The man's
skin was pale, but held a light flush, as if he were cooling down after
physical exertion. A tiny nose, a wide mouth, and two pairs of dimples on
either side of his smile were enough to send Shane's heart into
palpitations.  This was his perfect bottom. This was his perfect
everything.

"Y-yeah, I'm new," he stammered, horrified to feel heat creeping into his
cheeks. "I'm Shane. I started almost two weeks ago. I work nights now with
Theo. Just the two of us. Eleven to seven if you get off around then."

Shit, why was he babbling?!

The other man's smile seemed friendly and interested. "Nice to meet you,
Shane. I'm Sebastian. I work across the street."

"I know. I know all about that." And I'll take care of you while you're
here, don't worry about it, he thought.

Sebastian's smile faltered. "You know all about that?"

Shane wanted to kick himself. He could tell Sebastian was beginning to feel
self-conscious. And why wouldn't he? The poor guy was a slave for other men
to order around and use sexually. Who would want that spread around town?

"It's alright," Shane hurried to add in a lowered voice. "I'm a nice guy. I
won't say anything about it or -- or make you feel uncomfortable. You must
get that enough as it is." Sebastian's smile faded completely, so Shane
rushed on, "Would you like a recommendation? I've tried everything on the
menu. I have a pretty good idea of what you'd like."

A pale eyebrow lifted upwards. "You do? Well, that's a relief." Sebastian
jammed his menu back into the holder and folded his hands atop the table. A
tentative smile was back on his face. "Tell me what I should have, Shane."

Shane nearly groaned. He could feel his cock beginning to fatten. This was
unfolding just like he always dreamed it would. Here was a beautiful sub,
letting Shane make the decisions. It was so perfect it was nearly too good
to be true.

"You'll like the Sunrise Crepes," he told Sebastian, feeling emboldened by
the opportunity to finally flex his dominant muscles. "Don't even ask
what's in them. You have to trust me."

The corners of Sebastian's lips twitched and his pupils dilated. "I trust
you, Shane."

Oh, god.

"Good. I'll be right back with your coffee. Sit tight."

If it didn't look so gay, Shane would have skipped back to the counter in
his joy. Not even Theo's troubled expression could dampen his excitement as
he wrote out the order and stuck it in the ticket wheel for Pele to pick
up.

"He's perfect," Shane repeated, gazing across the room at Sebastian, who
was running his hands through his curls as if he could straighten them
out. He was so adorable. "I told him he wanted coffee and the Sunrise
Crepes and he agreed. Next thing you know I'll be telling him to crawl on
his hands and knees through my apartment."

"Shane, I think you'd better be careful," Theo started to warn.

"I don't care if he's some Master's property," Shane interrupted, using his
fingers for quotation marks. "That's all for work. If he's here on his own
that means he's single and he's fair game." He gave Theo a scornful
look. "Some friend you are, man. I finally meet a guy I want and all you do
is try to kill my buzz."

Theo's face scrunched up. "You know what? Screw you. Good luck with
Goldilocks. You're right: you two were made for each other." With a huff,
he flounced away and disappeared through the kitchen door.

Shane shook his head. Was Theo jealous? Shane thought he'd made it pretty
clear that they were only fuck buddies, so why all the drama?

Thankful that he'd kept Theo at arm's length, Shane grabbed the coffee pot
and made his way back to the diner's sole customer.

"Quick service," Sebastian commented, smiling. "I like that."

Butterflies in Shane's stomach made his fingers tremble as he turned over
the coffee cup that had been set on every table. He poured the coffee
carefully, conscious of Sebastian's pale blue eyes on his face.

"You don't come here very often," Shane said after he'd filled the
cup. "Why not? I'd give you top notch service every time."

"Now that I now this, I probably will," Sebastian replied. He took a sip of
the hot coffee, his eyes steady on Shane's. "But that means you'll have to
come visit me at the Raven. It's only fair."

Grateful for the apron which concealed his erection, Shane shrugged. "You
must be kept pretty busy over there. I mean, you must be very popular
... the way you look."

Pale lashes swept over Sebastian's eyes as he lowered his gaze to the table
top. "And how do I look?"

The shyness nearly drove Shane to jump the other man right there in the
booth. "You look like a lot of men would want you." Feeling brave, he
added, "If I saw you there, I'd fight them all off and demand you spend all
your time with me." He laughed, but his eyes were intent on Sebastian's
lowered face. "I probably wouldn't be good for business, but I'd be good
for you. I'd give you what they couldn't."

"A lot of powerful men come into the Raven, thinking they know what I want,
though." Sebastian took another sip and glanced up at Shane. "What makes
you different from them?"

"Because it takes more than power and force to please a bottom and treat
him the way he deserves to be treated," Shane answered, his heart thudding
in his chest. "I've been searching for someone like you for years, but no
one ever met my standards. You're perfect for me. I'd take care of you
because I appreciate what you are."

"And what am I?"

"The perfect bottom," Shane said without hesitation. "You need a man like
me, Sebastian. I can top you and give you everything you want from the
experience."

"Like what?" Sebastian asked softly, his blue eyes luminous.

Shane's entire body trembled. He feared he would come in his pants. "You
probably like a man who pulls your hair. I would do that. I want to. And
I'd restrain you, as often as I could -- with my hands, with rope or
leather, whatever. You probably enjoy being humiliated a little bit, so I'd
call you names and spank you over my lap with my bare hand." Shane licked
his lips. His whole body was flushed with heat. "I'd fuck you, Sebastian,
and make you come without either of us touching your cock."

He watched, wide-eyed, as Sebastian pushed his coffee cup to the middle of
the table. "Is there a place we can go?"

Shane nearly fainted. "I -- yeah, yeah, there's a place. The restroom --"

Sebastian slid smoothly out of the booth, rising to his feet bare inches
from Shane. He looked up at Shane and smiled. "Take me there. I want to
know more about being this perfect bottom of yours."

This was a dream, a wonderful, glorious dream, Shane thought as he led
Sebastian down a short hall to the customer restrooms. He kept glancing
back to make sure the other man wasn't playing a trick on him and had
darted back out the front door. But no, Sebastian was the first to duck
into the restroom as Shane held the door open for him. He let himself
inside and locked the door behind him.

It was a small restroom with only one urinal and stall. The mirror above
the pedestal sink was cracked in the upper right corner.

Sebastian still looked beautiful in it as he leaned against the sink, his
slim body on full display for Shane.

"What does your perfect bottom do for you?" Sebastian asked, biting his
bottom lip as if he were nervous. "Does he ever drop to his knees and blow
you in public restrooms?"

Shane groaned and sank back against a tiled wall. "Yeah. Yeah, he does."

He was sure his eyes were bulging out of his head as Sebastian moved
forward and dropped fluidly to his knees before him. Shane spread his legs
as he looked down at the pale curls.

"Take this off." Sebastian tugged at his work apron.

"Oh, yeah." Shane yanked the offending garment off his head, feeling
instantly naked even though he was fully dressed. It was because his
hard-on was now blatantly obvious and Sebastian's mouth was only inches
from it.

"You want me to take you out, don't you?" Sebastian murmured, his hands
rising to rest on the front of Shane's thighs.

"Oh, god, yes."

Without a word, Sebastian unfastened Shane's belt and opened his pants,
sliding the zipper down carefully over the mounded boxer shorts
beneath. Shane gasped as Sebastian took hold of both his pants and his
boxers and pulled both smoothly down to his knees.

"It's alright if I look at all of you, isn't it?" Sebastian asked.

"Whatever you want," Shane blurted breathlessly.

Sebastian smiled. "Thank you. You'll probably want to put your hands on my
head as I blow you. You know -- so you can feel like you're fucking my
face."

"Oh, hell ..."

Shane stifled a groan as Sebastian leaned forward and slid his mouth over
his erect cock. Shane's hands shot immediately to those flaxen curls as
Sebastian sucked him from root to tip, up and down, with pauses at the tip
to slurp at his leaking slit. Shane couldn't bring himself to push down on
the man's head the way he did when Theo blew him. Sebastian felt fantastic
and it seemed almost rude to disturb his rhythm or manhandle him. So Shane
carded his fingers gently through the soft curls as he rolled his own head
against the tiled wall and enjoyed the wet sucking.

He wasn't sure how his fortune had turned around so quickly and so
completely, but he wasn't questioning it. It was only fair, he thought,
dazed. He'd had trouble with men all of his life. No one had ever been
enough for him. No one had lived up to his standards. He didn't think he
was being picky; there was nothing wrong with knowing exactly what he
wanted.

Because look what it had netted him. He opened his eyes and gazed at the
blonde beauty laving his balls with a pretty pink tongue and Shane knew
he'd been right to hold out. This was what he'd been searching for all his
life.

"You're beautiful," he breathed as his fingers dipped to massage the other
man's perfect little ears. Shane groaned as Sebastian deep throated him in
response. "Fuck, you're too good at that."

Sebastian hummed, creating a buzzing sensation that nearly buckled Shane's
knees. He gasped for breath as Shane began stroking the insides of his
thighs and fondling his balls. Slender fingers stroked across his perineum
and he shuddered and widened his legs as much as he could.

As Sebastian paused to wet a couple of fingers, Shane pictured the rest of
their lives spread out before them. Shane would allow Sebastian to continue
working at the Raven because one of them would need a steady job. Shane
would try to find an easier job with a flexible schedule that would allow
him to visit Sebastian regularly and verify that the blonde wasn't being
used overly harshly by his clients. And then at night they would have
amazing sex until dawn.

A touch to his hole pulled his thoughts out of fantasy land. He opened his
eyes just as the finger slid up into his clenching entrance.

He gasped and started to twist away, but Sebastian took his cock down his
throat again and began to swallow, a sensation that felt like someone was
squeezing the head of Shane's dick. He moaned helplessly and relaxed as the
finger slid deeper into his ass.  He'd never had anything up there, but it
didn't feel as bad as he had expected it to, nor did it hurt. Sebastian
pushed a second finger into him and Shane's cock jerked violently within
the other man's mouth.

"Oh, fuck," Shane choked out. "I don't -- don't do that."

Sebastian crooked his fingers and rubbed him from the inside. Lights
abruptly exploded behind Shane's eyelids.

"Fuck!"

He humped back against the fingers, drowning in sensations as Sebastian
continued to slide his mouth up and down the full length of his cock while
fingering his ass. Shane didn't want to enjoy the ass play but this was too
incredible to resist. He heard himself whimpering and wanted to smack
himself. But he couldn't stop the sounds. When Sebastian began coordinating
the motion of his mouth with the motion of his fingers inside Shane,
plunging them into his ass while swooping his mouth over Shane's cock,
Shane nearly went blind.

"God, Sebast --ian ... oh, god ..."

The suction on his cock broke off as Sebastian panted out, "Lift your leg."

Dazedly, Shane did so automatically and felt Sebastian's curls brush the
underside of his raised thigh. Suddenly Shane found himself spun around and
pressed face-first against the wall of the restroom, the other man's
fingers still firmly embedded in his ass.  He heard the slick rustle of
leather and in the next moment Sebastian was molded against his back, the
hot poker of his cock searing Shane's left butt cheek.

An alarm bell began ringing faintly in the back of Shane's head. "What --
what are you doing?"

"Giving you what you want."

"This isn't what I --"

He croaked in surprise when Sebastian grabbed a handful of his hair and
yanked his head back. "This is what you want," the shorter man murmured
against his ear. "You described it perfectly to me, Shane."

Shane shivered as that helpless feeling, the feeling he tried to avoid at
all costs, began to swell low in his belly. "No," he panted. "No, I only
top."

"Never could find the perfect bottom, could you, Shane? No one lived up to
your expectations."

"Stop this," Shane gasped, his panic growing as his cock pushed against the
cold tiles, harder than it had ever been before.

"You know why you never found the man of your dreams?" Sebastian
continued. "Because only you know what the perfect bottom possesses. Only
you know -- because you're the perfect bottom."

Shane's eyes widened. "No!"

A tongue curled around his ear. "You're my perfect bottom, Shane. Thank you
for presenting yourself to me. I really do get tired of chasing down my
slaves."  spank!

"Ow!" Shane yelled.

spank!

"Fuck! Stop!"

spank!

"Please!" Shane choked out, shoving his hands behind himself to try to
block the next blow against his ass.

"Put your hands on the wall by your head or I will whip your ass raw,"
Sebastian growled into his ear.

Sobbing with confusion, Shane placed his hands on the wall and felt tears
slip down his cheeks as Sebastian continued spanking him while holding two
fingers in his ass.

spank!

spank!

spank!

"Thank me, you slutty little slave." Sebastian reached up and grabbed
Shane's hair again. "Thank me for touching your dirty body and sucking on
your little boy cock."

"Th-thank you," Shane sniffed. His face felt like it was a million degrees
and he was drenched in sweat. A twitch of Sebastian's fingers up his ass
reminded him that his cock was rigid against the tiles. That only increased
his humiliation. "I'm s-sorry for calling you a bottom," he whispered,
hoping the contrition would grant him release. "I'm sorry."

No luck. "I'll think about accepting your apology later. For now, I think
it's time we cleared up some of these misconceptions you have in your head,
slave." Sebastian kept Shane's skull pinned to the wall as he withdrew his
fingers from Shane's ass. "We'll start by showing you how much you like to
be fucked."

"Please, no," Shane pleaded, "I only top."

He trembled as Sebastian licked a stripe up his damp cheek, tasting his
tears. "Never say no to me, slave. You always say yes to your Master."

Shane let out a deep moan as Sebastian worked his cock into him. The
invasion burned. The relentless pressure was frightening. But nothing tore
and for some reason his body seemed to accept Sebastian's cock as if it
were greedy for a taste of it. It took only a handful of small thrusts for
Sebastian to fully sink himself into Shane up to the balls. The feeling of
the other man's scrotum pressed against the underside of his ass was nearly
too much for Shane's overwhelmed brain to accept.

"This can't be happening," he whimpered. Sebastian's cock throbbed deep in
his ass. He could actually feel the man's heartbeat. The intimacy of that,
the knowledge that a part of Sebastian was physically inside him, pushed
Shane to his limit.

"Tell me you like this," Sebastian whispered, his free hand lightly
caressing Shane's quivering flanks. "It's what you've always dreamed it
would be, isn't it?" He kissed Shane on the cheek, shushing him when he
released another sob. "Don't fight it, Shane. We both know you want
this. Fortunately for you, I want it, too."

Sebastian slowly withdrew until only the fat head of his cock was
stretching Shane wide, and he just as slowly pushed back into Shane. A
hard, fast fuck would have easier to grit his teeth and bear. But this --
this was claiming, this was owning. This was forcing Shane to feel every
inch of Sebastian's cock as it fucked him. There was no denying the thick
fullness that left Shane gasping for breath. No way to gloss over the bolt
of ecstasy that shot through his belly every time Sebastian's cock grazed
his prostate.

"Tell me you like this," Sebastian whispered again, his voice rougher, as
if he were holding himself in check. "Come on, my little slave. Tell me."

Sebastian's use of the possessive broke Shane's last wall of resistance. He
sagged against the wall, his will to fight bleeding from his body. "I love
it," he moaned, the constriction in his chest breaking loose. "I love it."
Tears of relief rolled down his cheeks. "Please, Sebastian -- don't stop. I
need it. God, fuck me, I need it."

More tears slid down his cheek as Sebastian kissed him on the corner of his
mouth. "Shhh, don't worry, slave. I'll give you everything you need. Your
Master will take care of you."

Sebastian did. Gone were the slow, deliberate strokes -- replaced with
hard, teeth rattling thrusts that tore cries of surprised pleasure from
Shane's lips. His fingers scrabbled at the wall, seeking support as
Sebastian slammed him again and again. His cock was crushed to the wall but
to his shock the pain made the pleasure even better and he found himself
leaning his head away from Sebastian just so the other man would yank on
his hair to pull him back into place.

Sebastian fucked him raw and brutally and instead of hating it Shane knew
this was the best thing that had ever happened to him. With a broken gasp,
he came all over the tile wall and whimpered as Sebastian's erratic final
thrusts drove his sensitive cock against the now-slick surface.

He panted for breath as he listened to Sebastian groan behind him. With a
rough jerk, Sebastian pulled himself free. Shane shuddered as he felt heat
rain over his ass and thighs as Sebastian jerked off on him.

In the ensuing silence that followed, Shane waited for the remorse and
self-hatred to crash down on him. Before they could, Sebastian took him by
the shoulders and turned him around.

The shorter blonde looked sexy as hell, his curls damp and clinging to his
forehead, his cheeks flushed red. Shane looked down quickly and felt his
mouth salivate as he gazed at the semi-soft cock that had owned him.

"Pack my food to go for me," Sebastian told him quietly. He smiled and
stroked Shane's wet cheek. "Don't forget to add some pepper packets. I
don't have any at home."

Shane nodded dumbly, wanting to cling to Sebastian and beg him to explain
what had just happened and what it meant. But when the other man turned to
the sink to fix up his clothing and splash water on his face, Shane
understood his clinginess would be frowned upon so he quickly cleaned
himself up, too. The last thing he wanted to do was annoy or disappoint
Sebastian.

"So you'll be back again ... sometime?" he asked as he followed Sebastian
out of the restroom.

"If I get hungry," was Sebastian's reply.

Wringing his hands anxiously, Shane nodded. "Um. Okay. I'll be here. I work
every night except Sundays and Mondays. Same hours every time. Eleven to
seven. I usually take my break around three but I can change it to whenever
-- whenever you want."

Sebastian fixed his hair in the diner's mirror walls. "I'll keep that in
mind."

Theo didn't come out of the kitchen until well after Sebastian had left
with his food -- free of course, courtesy of Shane. The Goth man took one
look at Shane's fierce blush and grinned.

"So I guess you and Master Sebastian got along after all," he teased. "I
tried to warn you, girlfriend."

"Shut up," Shane muttered absently as he gazed with yearning at the simple
black door across the street. As confused as he was over all that had just
happened to him, the best he could retort with was, "You suck."


The End