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As I blinked awake, I very quickly realized two things: I was not in my bed at home and I was very, very naked.
A quick survey of the vinyl booth I was half-sitting/half-lying in, the ceiling fans, and the giant window that had Sunny's Diner written backward on it told me I was at work. What the fuck?
I saw the big metal garage door-like contraption that covered the giant window, as well as the front door, slide up, letting the morning light into the diner. I instinctively slid below the table and wondered what to do. I thought: run to the bathroom but before I could make a move the jingling of the bell over the front door rung out and my boss, a grumpy forty-year-old named Hank who owned the diner and was also its head chef, walked in.
I hoped he would walk past but I saw his dirty work boots stop right before my booth and a moment later he crouched down and saw me hiding there. "What the fuck?" he said. "What're you doing here?" He paused, then added, "And why the fuck aren't you wearing any clothes?"
I shrugged, holding my dick so Hank wouldn't see it, trying to think back to the previous night. It was a blank.
"I guess I fell asleep when I was closing up?"
"Naked?"
I shrugged.
Hank found my clothes in a pile in the back hallway leading to the alley behind the diner and delivered them to me under the table. It was six in the morning. My next shift was at one, seven hours away. I awkwardly left the diner, grateful Hank wasn't more upset, and walked home.
I was a dishwasher. I remembered doing my usual closing duties: mop the floor, run the oven grills through the dishwasher, clean and roll up the mats. And then...? Total blank.
When I got the work, Hank was gone for the day, thank God, and in his place was Jason, the manager. Jason was 26, had been working in kitchens since he was 16, wanted his own restaurant one day, that whole thing. He wasn't terribly fond of me because I was, as he described, a "tourist," only here temporarily. I was off to college in the fall, this gig was just to get me through summer before the student loans kicked in. Which didn't prevent Jason from calling me "rich kid" all the time, as though a future massive student debt somehow made me the more privileged one between the two of us. He made a manager's salary. I got paid minimum wage. At some point I stopped trying to make sense of it.
"How you feeling?" he said as I came in.
The diner was filled with people. It was an all-day kind of place and served alcohol as well, so it was usually pretty busy from open to close.
I frowned because Jason didn't usually inquire as to my emotional or physical state. He usually just ignored me until he needed to bark an order at me.
Then it hit me: Hank must've told him what happened. I immediately went red.
"I'm fine," I said.
His grin confirmed my suspicion: Hank told him, for sure.
We hit a rare slow patch and as I was cutting potatoes - which felt like ninety percent of my job sometimes - Jason approached me.
"Come to the office, Luke," he said. "There's something I wanted to show you."
He left without waiting for a response. I thought: oh no.
When I got to the manager's office, which was a tiny room nestled between the dining room and the giant walk-in freezer, Jason told me to take a seat at his desk.
Sitting on his desk was his computer showing the video feed from the security cameras - four in all - placed around the diner. One on the door, front window, and window booths of the bar, one on the rest of the dining room, one on the back alley outside, and one in the kitchen.
"Come on, rich kid, don't you want to see what you got up to last night?" he said, amused.
I felt slightly hungover, which I contributed to the discomfort produced by my awkward sleeping position, but in that brief moment before sitting in that vinyl office chair, I wondered if I helped myself to a keg of beer or something. Surely I was about to be fired.
"Come on," Jason said, taking me by the shoulders and pushing me down in the chair.
He hit play on the computer's video player and the security footage came to life: me doing my usual cleaning stuff.
"So this part is boring," Jason said. He scrolled forward a bit. "This is you enjoying a nice after-work piece of pie."
It was me eating a piece of apple pie, sitting at the counter by myself. Nothing unusual.
"How was that pie by the way?" Jason asked.
"It was fine," I said. I couldn't remember.
"Just fine?"
I shrugged.
In the video. I finish the piece of pie and sit at the counter for a bit. After a moment or so, Jason walks into the room, a hat covering his face but it's him, and sits next to me.
"You remember this?" he said.
I frowned. "No." What was going on?
In the video, Jason leans over to me and says something in my ear. I get up from the stool and leave the dining room, and one of the other camera feeds showed me going into the janitor's closet and emerging with a plunger.
"What do you think?" Jason said, pointing. "Think you cleaned the toilets?"
The feed showed me reentering the dining room, and sticking the plunger to the side of one of the plastic booth seats, about knee-high.
"What?" I said. "What is this?" I didn't remember any of it.
Jason claps a hand on my shoulder and shakes me a bit but otherwise says nothing.
In the video, I untie my apron and throw it on the ground, then lift my shirt off and toss it on the apron, I kick off my shoes and peel off my socks, then I unbuckle my belt and pull down my pants and underwear and step out of them. I'm standing there naked.
"What?" I said, unable to believe what was happening.
In the video, I then drop to all fours and started fellating the end of the plunger, sucking it like it was a dick. Jason, in the video, hat still covering his face, moves near me to get a better look.
He then motions to the plunger with his hand and I take my mouth off it and look at him. He says something I can't hear - the security feeds had no sound - and I turn around, my ass facing the plunger now, and I back up until the end of the plunger is against my ass, then, a few seconds later, in my ass. Up my ass. All the way in my asshole. In the video, I rock back and forth, fucking myself with the end of the plunger. Or maybe allowing the plunger to fuck me.
I blinked. What? I did this? At work? In front of Jason?
Here was the thing. I had done the plunger trick at home a few times. Well, a lot, sometimes with a broom handle. I knew I was gay from a very young age and I suspected I might be a bottom so I wanted to know what it felt like to get fucked in the ass. Then I'd jerk off.
Right on cue, in the video, I start stroking my dick.
"There you go," said Jason.
"How did this happen?"
"I told you to show me how you masturbate."
"But why would I say yes."
"Oh I added a special ingredient to the pie last night."
Another thing: I was, at 18, still a virgin. I was too inhibited, had known too many homophobes, never found the right person, et cetera. I figured it'd happen in college. This video, last night, a night I couldn't remember, was the first time I'd been naked in front of someone, or done anything sexual in the same room as someone. I couldn't believe my eyes.
"But why?"
Onscreen, I'm bucking my ass against the plunger, stroking my cock, having a great time.
"To take you down a peg, rich kid," Jason said. "You walk in here like you're better than the rest of us, like you've got this bright future just because you're going to school. Like you don't need to be here but we do." He claps his hand on my shoulder again. "This is just to put a little fear in you. A little humility. Now I own you, for the rest of summer. Piss me off and I put this little home movie on the Internet for the world to see, for the world to see what a dick-hungry little gay boy you really are."
In the video, Jason leans down and says something to me. I nod enthusiastically.
"What'd you say?" I ask.
Jason laughs. "Oh, I just asked you if you wanted to eat my ass."
Almost involuntarily, sitting in the office watching this security camera footage of me degrading myself, Jason's hand still on my shoulder, my dick springs to life, my erection pressing against the inside of my jeans.
I'd always wanted to rim a guy. And now I was about to?
Video Jason takes off his shoes, pulls down his pants and underwear, and steps out of them. He still has his socks on. His shirt and that hat are still on. I wished I could see his face for this next part.
Because, even though he was a total dick to me, or maybe due to the fact that he was a total dick to me, I found Jason totally hot. He wasn't normally my type - dirty blonde hair and freckles, looking like he should be riding a tractor on a farm somewhere. I was more into dark haired guys who looked Italian or Middle Eastern or something. But Jason was such an unrelenting prick I was always kind of vaguely into his arrogance in a purely physical way.
In the video he kneels in front of me and, still pounding myself with the plunger, I bury my face between his ass cheeks.
"Gross huh?" Jason said, nudging me. "Your tongue up another guy's asshole?"
Oh how I wish I'd been present for this.
"Lucky for me," Jason said, "I don't care who's doing it - getting your ass licked is the best feeling in the world."
In the video, he starts stroking his own cock, as I tongue his puckered asshole. I wanted a copy of this video to jerk off to at home. My dick was so hard I needed to go to the staff washroom and jerk off right then.
I started getting up but Jason pushed me back down in the chair. "No, no, no," he said. "You'll miss the best part."
We watched another full minute of me rimming Jason. I loved every second of it, the watching, and the knowing that it happened in real life. At one point he tilted his head back, and I could see only his mouth under the rim of the hat but it was handing open in pleasure and I wondered if I'd cum right there in the manager's office.
And then, in the video, Jason shoots his load all over the freshly-mopped floor of the diner. He leans down and says something to me as he puts his pants back on and I take my ass off of the plunger and start lapping up his cum from the floor like a dog. Every drop.
Jason closed the video. "And that's it, rich kid. Keep that ego in check for the next three months and we'll get along fine."
He started to get up and walk out of the office but I said "Jason?" and he stopped, turning back to look at me.
"What?" he said.
"Is there any more of that pie left?"
He blinked a few times, looking like he couldn't believe what I'd said. "What?"
"If there's any of that pie left, I'd like to save a piece for after my shift."
He looked doubtful. "Are...what? Are you serious?"
I nodded.
He thought about it for a moment. "Well," he said. "Maybe if you're good for the rest of the shift I'll give you another piece."
I nodded. "Thanks, man." As though he was lending me ten bucks instead of agreeing to drug me and violate me sexually.
"And maybe bring Hank too?" I added. Hank was old, hairy, and bit overweight but I'd always fantasized about him too.
Jason's eyes widened a little. "Will do," he said.