Johnathan, a tall, muscular man with short dark hair and piercing blue eyes, was known for his dominant personality and sharp tongue. At 30, he had the confidence of a man who knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t afraid to say it.

One day, his eyes fell on Trevor, a lanky 25-year-old with soft features, at the gym. The man was soft-spoken, almost gentle. He decided to shoot his shot and invited the man to a local restaurant known for its upscale service and 5-star menu. He knew what he wanted from Travor, and he knew is was going to get it.

“So you’re a florist?” Jonathan continued as the sandy-haired man nibbled on a reed stick across from him. “That sounds creative.”

“It can be.” Trevor noted, “Actually, I got the chance to…”

“I work in tech myself.” Jonathan cut him off, “Some think tis boring work, but I oversee a team of 12. We work with some of the most powerful executives in this city. And of course, the pay is out of this world.” Trevor laughed slightly, “I can’t imagine being a florist pays much.”

“It’s not the most lucrative career, but I really…”

“See, money is the game, really,” Johnathan stated. His eyes met the waiter coming their way. “Of course, power and authority will often get you that money, so I can’t discredit them either.”

“Hello, welcome to Helena’s. My name is April. Have you had a chance to look at the menu?” the soft blonde server asked with a pen poised at the ready.

“Of course, we have, babe, and we are ready to order,” Jonathan stated. Travor quickly closed his menu and handed it to the server. She had gorgeous blue nails, flawlessly manicured. Johnathan also handed her the folded script.

“I’ll have the steak with grilled mushrooms and stuffed okra, medium rare, of course, with crème sauce.” The words flew from his mouth with no hesitation or need for thought. April paused to reflect on the order before turning to Trevor.

“That sounds wonderful.” She said, “How about you?” Trevor opened his mouth to speak, but before he could speak, Johnathan interjected.

“He will have the house salad, no onions or that organic pepper sauce.”

“Oh.” April paused for a moment, clearly unsure whether she should actually write down the order. Looking to Trevor for approval, the blonde shook his head yes, and she followed. “Alright, I have those written down. Would you like any additional drinks before I put this order in?”

“Trevor here will have another water with lemon, and I would like a whiskey sour. Thanks, babe.” Johnathan winked at her. April jotted down the drinks before awkwardly scurrying into the crowd of other servers dancing around the dimly lit room.

Trevor looked across the way to see Johnathan staring him down. What was this man about? Did he really just make his order for him? Trevor pressed his fingers against his temple, moving his slightly disheveled hair, which gave him a boyish charm that Johnathan found irresistible. Jonathan continued about his business acquisitions as Trevor tried to make sense of it. This was all outside his scope.

“You know, Trevor,” Johnathan began, “I’ve always found that gay men fall into two categories: tops and bottoms.” The man’s frank words took Trevor aback. Wasn’t that a given in the gay community? And really, what about sides? “And I’m not talking about the physical act, mind you. I’m talking about mentality.” April returned with the drinks and placed them gracefully on the table. Johnathan waited for her to leave before continuing.

Trevor decided to play. Raising his eyebrow, “Oh, really? And which one are you?”

Johnathan laughed, a deep, throaty sound that Trevor had to admit made his heart race. That low voice is what made him agree to this date after all, “I’m a top, of course. Real men are tops. They’re the ones who make decisions, who take control and make things happen.” The man took a swing of his drink, “And I don’t just mean plowing holes. I mean in the world. Bottoms, well, they’re just… passive.” Trevor’s cheeks flushed, and Johnathan thought he could see desire in his eyes. He knew he had him hooked.

“Do you really believe that?” Trevor asked.

“Well, of course!” Johnathan interjected. “If you are a man who takes it up the ass, you aren’t exactly going to be a powerhouse in the world when it comes to growth, productivity, and building. Tops, real men, the ones who get shit down are the real leaders of this world, and they aren’t going to be bending over and taking it from another man, I assure you.”

As the conversion continued, Trevor found himself trembling. By the time they were finished with their meal, the younger blonde found himself needing an escape from Johnathan if only for a moment.

“I need to use the bathroom. Would you excuse me?” Trevor spoke softly. Johnathan nodded to him, and the younger man was off.

Entering the restaurant bathroom, Trevor was slapped in the face with clean, crisp white décor everywhere. Moving to a long sink, he stared into the mirror that ran the length of the wall. Johnathan was much more arrogant than he imagined.

He debated whether there was a way to slip out of the restaurant, but he remembers the older man picked him up. Just as he was prepping to go back to the bathroom, the bathroom door opened, and Jonathan walked in.

“Leave it to a bottom to spend hours in the bathroom.” Johnathan laughed at his own comment, “Were you fixing your makeup?”

“Listen, Johnathan, I think…”

“So, Trevor, you want to know what a real man feels like?” Johnathan said, his voice low and seductive. Trevor stopped in his words, “I know you do. I can see it in your pretty little eyes.” Trevor bit his lip, his eyes never leaving Johnathan’s.

Oh, God, why was he so attractive? Johnathan grinned, stepping closer. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Trevor’s ear. “Good boy,” he murmured. “Now, let’s see what you’re made of.”

Without warning, Johnathan grabbed Trever by the chin and guided him to his lips, firm and demanding. Trevor unintentionally moaned, his body slowly going limp in the man’s grip. Johnathan’s hands roamed over Trevor’s body, exploring every inch of him. He grabbed Trevor’s ass, pulling him closer, and Trevor could feel Johnathan’s hard cock pressing against him. He was big!

“Johnathan,” Trevor tried to find the words, “I don’t think…”

“You don’t think,” Jonathan cut him off again, “You’re a bottom.” The blonde wanted to blurt out a string of foul language, but Johnathan caught him in another kiss.

“Turn around,” Johnathan commanded. Trevor stared him down for a moment, “You heard me.” Only taking a moment more, he followed. As he turned, Jonathan shoved him forward, forcing Trevor to hold himself against the wall.

Johnathan unbuckled his belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops echoing in the small room. He unzipped his pants, his cock springing free. In the mirror, Trevor could see the girthy 9-inch dick standing at full mast away from his body. It really was a sight. Distracted, Trevor felt his pants and briefs get yanked to the floor.

“Nice panties,” Jonathan laughed, pulling Trevor back to reality. The dominant man glanced into the mirror himself seeing Trevor’s obviously smaller dick also standing at attention. He laughed, ‘Nice baby dick! I can see why you’re a bottom.” Trevor flushed.

“Spread your legs,” Johnathan ordered. Trevor found himself complying, his heart pounding in his chest. Johnathan spat into his hand, using it to lubricate his cock. He rubbed the head against Trevor’s tight hole, teasing him.

“You like that, don’t you, bottom bitch?” Johnathan growled. “You like feeling a real man’s cock against your ass.”

Trevor had to admit he did. Unintentionally moaning, his body seemed to push back against Johnathan naturally. “Yes,” Trevor muttered. “Yes, I do.”

Johnathan chuckled, pushing his cock inside Trevor. Trevor cried out, the pain mixed with pleasure overwhelming him. Johnathan didn’t give him a chance to get used to it, though. He began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of Trevor’s ass with forceful strokes. Trevor winced, clenching his teeth and trying not to scream, alerting the restraint staff.

“You’re so tight,” Johnathan grunted. “So fucking tight. Nice bitch!”

Trevor’s moans filled the room, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing off the walls. Johnathan reached around, his hand wrapping around Trevor’s little dick. He tried his best to stoke it, but between its smaller size and the rhythm of his thrusts, he couldn’t seem to keep a hold of the thing, and he gave up trying. Despite his dick being ignored, Trevor felt his body filling with pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you bitch?” Johnathan growled. Travor didn’t want to answer this arrogant man. Suddenly, he felt his head jerk back, and Jonathan took a grip of his sandy blond hair, “I asked you a question, bitch!”

“Yes,” Trevor growled.

“That’s why I like you unsuccessful, weak bottom boys!” Johnathan goated, “You’re the real faggots!”

“Fuck, Johnathan,” Trevor cried out at that word. He felt an orgasm building up inside, “I’m gonna come.” He whimpered.

“I don’t give a fuck.” Johnathan laughed and began bounding his tight little ass harder. It was true. How many guys had he fucked over the years? How many of them had actually cum? He didn’t really give a damn as long as he got off.

He figured most of them jerked it to the idea of him after he left anyway. Trevor’s body shook as his orgasm overtook him. Johnathan unphased, continued to thrust into him, the only orgasm he cared about growing inside him. He could feel Trevor’s ass clenching around his cock.

“That’s so much dick!” Trevor whimpered, suddenly coming to the awareness of the fullness of Johnathan’s member as the thrill of his orgasm disappeared. He looked down at his semen splattered all over the bathroom wall.

“That’s a real man’s cock, faggot!” Johnathan yelled. “You wouldn’t know anything about that!” He let out a groan as his cock began to pulse. Rope after rope of his Grade A semen blasted Trevor’s insides. The older man continued thrusting as every drop of cum was squeezed out of his dick.

Finally, after one final blast, Jonathan pulled his cock free of Trevor’s ass. The younger man stumbled for a second, then turned around. His ass felt so empty now. Without a care, Johnathan zipped his pants back up and tucked his shirt in.

“Get yourself cleaned up.” He demanded, “I won’t be seen with some cheap trash.” Jonathan cleared his throat, turned on a dime, and left Trevor standing in the bathroom, cum slipping from his ass.

After a few moments, Trevor finally reached for a paper towel to wipe himself off. Looking in the mirror, he was humiliated. He couldn’t believe he had allowed himself to be used by such a pig of a man. Everything he said about bottoms not being real men and being easily used wasn’t true! Trevor felt Johnathan’s semen smear across his ass as he tried to wipe it away. It wasn’t true! It wasn’t!

 

The End.

 

 

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