An Encounter at a Restaurant

Content Warning: This story contains Dom/sub themes and elements that could be considered reluctanct/non-consensual. If that is not something you like you have been warned.

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Last Sunday, I was eating a quiet lunch alone at a diner when I noticed something distracting. Or should I say, someone distracting. That someone was an extremely handsome man; a man much older than my 23 year-old self. He was big and rugged, with a closely cropped beard, effortlessly exuding confidence. His white polo was tucked into his jeans, and I couldn't help but spy his thick, hirsute arms bulging in the sleeves, and bushy chest hair bursting out from the collar. All in all, he was exactly my type.

As the meal went on I found myself entranced by this older gentleman. The domineering way he carried himself made him ooze alpha. As if to prove his patriarchal mastery, his beautiful wife and kids were all dressed and preened immaculately, the offspring in matching uniform to their parents. I thought back to my rambunctious family at restaurants on Sundays during childhood and chuckled at our disorder. We looked feral compared to them!

As I continued to glance (let's be honest, stare) at my delectable DILF, our eyes managed to cross paths on several occasions. On the first, I swore he did a slight double take with just his pupils. To be honest, I'm sort of used to that. I'm a cute, lean, tall, brown haired, blue-eyed guy, and in our big city it's not uncommon for me to get male attention. But rarely do I notice an obviously straight man - with his family, to boot! - take interest in me. I blushed when our eyes met again. This time he smirked.

His smirk said it all. He looked at me so knowingly you'd think there was a neon sign on my forehead that said "COCKSUCKER". And if there was it wouldn't have been wrong. I am a cocksucker, and usually don't really care, but the way he caught me gawking him, and his condescending grin, made me boil with shame... and lust. I love a cocky guy. I felt my prick filling, and since I was going commando it began to show.

We continued to steal looks for another few minutes, him sometimes boring his eyes into me, other times doing that enraging smirk. I wasn't sure if he was into me, thought I was weird, or was messing with me, but I giggled to myself like a teenager as my cock thickened at this Daddy's coy game.

I was lightly stroking my now-hard rod over my basketball shorts, moaning as the smooth fabric tickled my tip, when he completely cut me off. He re-engaged with his family, and I decided I was probably being a little creepy, so I stopped checking him out and went back to scrolling the news.

After a few more minutes of dining I got up to use the restroom. I peed in the private room then checked myself out in the mirror. I thought I looked good and hoped the Daddy thought so, too. Satisfied that I had maybe turned him on, I went to unlock the door. As I started to twist the handle, it turned with me and the door opened hurriedly. Someone slipped in and closed it.

"Well if it isn't the little faggot."

I looked up and gasped when I saw the man I'd been swooning over. I stared wide-eyed as he smiled and locked the door. His frame was much larger than mine and he was clearly stronger. He also had a few inches on me even though I'm 6 foot. In short, I wasn't getting passed him. He looked at me with a menacing grin and pointed to the floor.

"Go on, get on your knees, faggot."

I started trembling and felt sweat forming in my pits.

"W-w-wha?"

"I said, 'get on your knees, faggot.' I saw you looking at me. I know you're a cocksucker and I know you want it, so get on your knees. I'm gonna give you my 'cock' so you can 'suck' it. Go on."

He glared at me impatiently and I thought about the situation in a split second. Sure this was fucked up, but he's right, I did want it. This guy was pretty much my dream Daddy and my cock was hard as hell. And it didn't hurt that I'm a kinky bottom who likes a man in control. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity! I had to do it.

"I'm not gonna ask you again, boy."

It was now or never, so I put my eyes down in submission as I knelt on the bathroom floor. It wasn't particularly dirty, but I was in shorts and it was definitely the grimiest place I'd ever fellated a man. It felt fitting.

It was hard for me to look up at him while I was filled with so much shame but I finally got the courage. Surprisingly, he looked down at me sort of warmly.

"That's a good little faggot," he said softly while cupping my chin and lifting it to his zipper. "Now you just do your job and then we can get out of here. I know we're both gonna like this so just shut up and get to work."

I shook as I struggled to unbuckle his belt but he scolded me.

"I can't be gone for too long, pansy, so get moving. Start sucking my fucking dick before I make you!"

He raised his voice slightly and lifted his hand toward my face in a bitch slap position. I didn't want to get hit so I scrambled to undo his belt and zipper. When I got to his briefs I could see a huge bulge waiting for me. I slipped my hand into the hole and felt the warm mass. I moved my small hands up and down his already erect rod, and the silky hardness was delicious.

"Mmmm, that's better, you just listen to me now, boy," he patted my head. "You feel that? Feel how hard I am? That's been waiting for you, boy. Since I first saw you checking me out I knew I was gonna get this thing inside you. It's been warming up all lunch."

He moved my hands off his dick and slapped me with it, twisting his hips left to right. It was a solid 8 or 9 inches and had some serious weight. After about a dozen smacks on my cheeks it started to actually hurt so I took the initiative to begin pleasing him.

I grabbed the middle of his turgid flesh and pulled back the uncut skin to reveal his bulbous tip. I enveloped it with my warm mouth and the flowing precum that had already streaked my face was now coating my tongue. I relished in all of his milky volume; he was definitely going to be a big cummer.

"That's it, faggot, suck my fuckin' dick. I've got a three-day load waiting for you, and I'm gonna shoot it in your little faggot holes. So come on now, I know a little bitch like you can go deeper. Let's go."

He worked me like a coach as he pushed my head down deeper. I gagged at about halfway and fought back on his thighs, so he pulled his dick out of my mouth and slapped me with it.

"No hands bitch! Behind your back."

"Sorry..."

I put my hands back and returned to sucking. After getting dick-slapped, following his commands, and apologizing for it all, a profound sensation of debasement and humiliation washed over me. Here was this random man making me blow him in a restaurant, all because he knew he could. So he did! I was sucking this guy's dick purely because he told me to. His raw masculinity made me want to please him, so I decided to go full-blown faggot and give this guy the treatment he deserved.

"Oh, baby, that's good," he moaned as I dove back in with eye-watering slurps.

He was leaning back on the door with both hands on my head. They were huge and covered it completely so I couldn't move away. He was pushing and pulling me up and down his length like I was a pocket pussy, with no regard for my need to breathe. Fortunately I'd worked up a good deep throating technique over the years, but this guy was really testing my limits!

GLUG GLUG GLUG

I slapped my hands against his thighs as saliva drooled down my cheeks. He pulled his dick out and let me rest, but his stern look let me know he wasn't finished.

"Fine, if you can't handle this then I'm just gonna have to use your other hole. Go on, get up."

I gasped at him with a red, teary face. He grabbed my hand and lifted me up.

"Get naked bitch, go on. Take your clothes off. All of 'em. Shoes and socks. Chop chop. Bitches need to be naked when they get fucked."

He said it in such a matter-of-fact way that it sounded like law. I'm a bitch, and thus, I shall be naked. I stripped and shivered as I stood bare ass in the bathroom.

"Mmmm! I gotta say you, are one fine looking cocksucker. Smooth and lean, just how I like 'em."

He was licking his lips, pawing my bare cheeks, running his fingers up and down my crack.

"Hairless pussy," he affirmed with a huff. I blushed at its new feminine name. "Good, you know your place. That you're made for fucking. Now go pull that changing rack down and put your hands on it. Then bend over it and pop your ass up so it's at the right height for me to rail you. You hear me, boy?"

"Yes, sir," I responded meekly, then trotted tip-toe to the device.

I pulled down the shelf then placed my hands on it. I was quaking with fear now, as some of the initial horniness had faded. I was going to get fucked, no matter what. I shook my ass out of instinct and went up on my toes while looking back at the Daddy. He snapped his fingers.

"Turn your head back, bitch boy! You follow my rules, you understand?"

I nodded and turned back in a panic to face the wall. I heard his shoes coming up to me and was jealous that he wasn't barefoot. I was also jealous he wasn't naked; he still hadn't taken off his polo and was waltzing over with his pants around his ankles. His thick thighs lined themselves up against my thin, hairless ones and he gripped my bony hips.

"I grabbed a little butter when I left the table because I knew I was gonna get in your cunt. What do you say, bitch?"

"T-t-thank y-you..."

"Good boy. Always thank your Daddy when he does something nice for you. Like when he let's you suck his cock and shoves it in your tight little bum. A boy like you needs a big dick like mine inside him, right boy? It made you happy sucking on Daddy's dick?"

I nodded again at the wall, still not able to look at him. He was covering my body with his and whispering in my ear as he pushed his tip against my tight bud.

"You want Daddy's dick inside you, bitch? You gotta tell me if you want it."

At this point his aggressive talking and muscular body alone had me ready to burst so I wiggled my cheeks up against him and whispered, "yes Daddy, please fuck me."

"Good boy," he whispered back as he nibbled my ear.

He pushed in slowly and I worked myself back with him. We both eased in until his tip had docked, then he lifted me until I was off my toes and holding myself up on the shelf. The butter was slick and my hole was no match for his battering ram, so I slowly sunk down onto his cock until my bubble brushed his pubes. His size was admittedly perfect, hitting all the right spots. He was definitely up to my rather slutty standards and my prostate was singing.

"Woo! That's a tight cunt you got there, bitch. I assume you've made yourself useful to other men before?"

I nodded bashfully.

"Good. A faggot like you needs to make himself useful to Men like me. It's your purpose. To please and obey us. To be our little cum dump when we need to let off some steam."

I sniffled at his crushing statements.

"Don't feel bad, boy, it's just who you are," he consoled.

He pulled his cock out as he explained my fate then rammed it back in, much quicker than I had expected. I was partially accustomed to the size since he had impaled me for a minute, but it was shocking nonetheless. I let out a pathetic squeak.

"I love when a pretty faggot squeals," he grunted before picking up the pace.

He covered my mouth with one hand and held my arms together around my chest with the other. He bent us both forward to lay on the rack and my thighs were bumping against the plastic with each hump. We were both tall so my cock lay flat on the smooth, cold plastic which gave stimulation as he cored me out.

"You like me going deep, bitch? You like me all up in your guts?"

"Yes, Daddy! Yes, Daddy!!" I squealed into his enormous hand, emitting almost no noise.

I felt I was about to cum and bounced my ass back rapidly to give my cock some pleasure against the surface. I think he knew what I was doing because he ripped his dick out of my butt and pushed me to my knees. I looked up in confusion as his face contorted to pure ecstasy. I soon realized I had become a target.

"AAAHHH!!! AHHH! Ah ah ahhhhhh..."

He let out a series of groans as his thighs shook. The hand that wasn't jerking his cock was holding my head in place so he could paint me with his white-hot load. He dipped and twisted his body to make sure it coated my face completely, bobbing his cock in my mouth for a torrent or two to give me a taste. His steady flow didn't stop for a while, and I sensed the innate difference between our orgasms. I was sure his was full of more sperm, it was more virile. He was an alpha male.

After he rested for a moment, with both hands on my head, he lifted his still huge, softening cock and smeared it around my face. He painted his thick jizz all over my forehead, nose, chin, and cheeks with his cock, laughing as he did it. He paid extra attention to my lips, drawing cum-drenched circles around them and making me slurp up his spongey crown and kiss it after each one. Finally he slipped the whole thing down my gullet and stood there while it filled my mouth. I looked up him like a dog waiting for a command.

"Clean it, bitch."

I nodded at him and got to work cleaning. I had accepted my place. I sucked him with the pride of a servant, attending to his gorgeous cock. I held it delicately and licked the shaft up and down to ensure its cleanliness. I couldn't ruin this man's life by having him return with a soiled penis. It was my job to serve to him.

When I finished, I looked down to the floor, both out of a genuine desire to please, and sheer humiliation. I waited there looking at the ground with my hands on my knees, completely naked, face covered in a film of drying cum, with a painfully hard pecker, while the man who just used both my holes pulled his pants up and tucked his shirt in. I heard him zipping, buckling his belt, washing his hands, fixing his hair, all while doing a little whistle.

It dawned on me that I still hadn't cum. That I was still rock hard. That I had let this man perform all these debased acts on me, and I hadn't even gotten an orgasm out of it. I was a fuck toy for a man whose name I didn't even know. That only made my dick lurch higher.

Before leaving, the Daddy tilted my chin up to him one last time.

"You're a good faggot, you know that. You did your job well. Now what to you say to Daddy for giving you what you need?"

"Thank you, Daddy...."

"Good boy."

He gave my face a few light slaps, swore at himself for getting cum on his hand, washed his hands again, then turned the light off and headed out the door. I was about to just sit there and think for a second, but I realized that he had left the door unlocked. I freaked out and stood up to lock it. I turned on the light and checked myself out in the mirror. The results were shocking.

My wavy hair was everywhere, I could see fading marks on my cheeks, my eyes were watery, my face was entirely coated in a sticky, shining layer of alpha semen that made it hard to see, but worst of all.... I was still rock hard! After everything he did, all of the terribly humiliating things he said and did to me, I still wanted to cum. I needed to cum. And so I did.

I masturbated furiously into the sink while looking at the aftermath of his carnal needs. I turned and saw my sore ass had red prints across it, too. I got a rush of submissive pleasure knowing he had left his mark on my creamy cheeks. I pulled them apart looked back in the mirror. What I saw was pitiful. I saw a little queer boy who just got his ass fucked in a bathroom, trembling like a bitch. I saw my hole was slick and dilated. Conquered, used. Like a pussy. It all just made me hornier.

I writhed and danced while masturbating in this diner bathroom: nude, dominated, fucked. I put a finger up to my hole and felt the slick slit that he had formed. I grazed my pointer finger in circles, feeling the lips that he created, while jerking my cock with my other hand. Needy for another filling, I slid the finger in. With a bit of difficulty, I went up on my toes and jammed into my prostate. My eyes rolled back and finally I blasted. Everywhere.

It was one of my biggest orgasms yet, streams of cum flying all over the sink and mirror, and even the floor when I started gyrating uncontrollably. I shot much more than usual, and the realization that his treatment made me cum that explosively was tough to swallow. It got even worse once the orgasm finished and reality came crashing down.

I was still naked. My face was still covered in cum. There was jizz on the sink, mirror, and floor. I was in a public bathroom. I had to pay for my meal! Oh fuck! I rushed to wash my face and hoped that there was no residue in my hair. I did a quick clean up of the mirror and surrounding area, put the diaper rack back up, and dressed. I figured I could just pay, run out of here, and never return.

When I left the restroom, an impatient looking woman scoffed, "finally." Poor lady probably got pregnant washing her hands!

I apologized with a pathetic look and ran back to my table. I saw that the man was still eating with his family. They looked like they were having a pleasant meal and everyone was happy. He paid me no attention, though I didn't mind. I feared even looking at him.

I flagged down the waiter at the cash register and paid right there. I tipped big and ran out, but right before I did, I looked back at his table. The DILF lifted his head up from his plate and caught my eye, then he gave me another one of those goddamn smirks.