The Perfect Bottom

Shane trembled, his head thrown back against the grease spattered wall. He resented and yet secretly loved the helplessness that shook his body as he shot his cum 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 inevitably the vulnerability 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 cum 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 cum, 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 the 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 wimpy." 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 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.

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 cum 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 cum 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.

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