"… Master."

"Good, because for a second there I thought we were going to have a problem there." Vasquez took a step closer to Rhys.

"What? What's wrong, Master?" Rhys paused and cocked his brow, as he did when addressing Vasquez. He liked seeing the larger man get angry. He drifted his hands over his bare legs, trying to coerce Vasquez closer.

"It's not like you to have lost your tongue, Master." His words were buttery, sensuous. He titled his head, his eyes smouldered. Vasquez took a moment, searching his mind for an excuse. Honestly, he was enthralled by the sight before him, though if Rhys thought he was getting an admission, he was deeply wrong. Vasquez' mind ticked.

"No, no. I was just looking at your chest?"

"Oh?" Rhys smirked.

"Yeah, I didn't actually know that guys could have such tiny nipples." Vasquez mentally congratulated himself for such quick thinking, as Rhys let the words sink in. His brow furrowed as insecurity washed over him.

"What?" Rhys began to pull his unbuttoned shirt back over his slender chest, "I don't- My nipples are fine." Vasquez' had ripped the smirk from Rhys' face, and proudly wore it over his own. He let his eyes run up and down Rhys.

"Stop that." Rhys demanded, turning out a frown.

"Stop what?" Vasquez offered back.

"This, whatever, this is," Rhys waved his hands at Vasquez, gesturing towards his face, "looking at me, so weirdly. It's creepy."

"You were the one who invited me up here, Rhysie. I mean, it'd sure be rude to turn down an invitation."

"No, no, no," Rhys began to laugh, as though foiling some great plan, "it was urbane, courteous."

"Big word." Vasquez interjected.

"Thanks," Rhys responded with sincerity, before returning to his previously smug tone, "I didn't know you'd be so eager though. I mean, I could practically feel your breath on my neck as I walked up here. That and everything else I'd feel with you pushed up against me." Rhys took his foot, and pushed it into Vasquez' crotch.

"Already hard, are we?" Rhys gasped, feigning shock. Vasquez began to laugh as swatted Rhys' leg away.

"Walk? Walk up here, are you serious? You ran, you may as well have flown. You couldn't wait to get up here and get your dick out," He continued to laugh, "I've never seen someone look so upset, and all over getting to come." Vasquez gave a little pout, imitating the exact face that Rhys was pulling.

"And besides," Vasquez stepped closer to Rhys, lowering himself down to Rhys' level, "you'd fucking love me pushed up against you." His voice a deep growl that trembled through the smaller, more fragile looking man. Rhys pulled his feet down, swinging himself upwards, bringing their faces incredibly close. Rhys leant in a little further, a grin plastered over his face that showed just a hint of teeth. They were so close, they could feel each other's breath on top of one another. Rhys opened his mouth as if to say something, yet instead took his tongue tracing it over the other man's bottom lip. Vasquez didn't wait to enjoy the moment, he took a hold of Rhys' face, pursing his lips together, taking Rhys' bottom lip between his teeth. Rhys winced, his eyes fluttered. Vasquez let go of Rhys' lip but kept their faces close.

"Tell me, tell me how much you'd love me pushed up against you."

"I'd love it. I'd love it so much, Master."

"Good." Vasquez pulled Rhys into a kiss, it was deep and hard. Vasquez bought his, letting it drift over Rhys' torso. His skin was soft, and he continued with his hands as their tongues collided. Rhys moaned into Vasquez, who felt it echo through him. Drifting downwards, Vasquez traced over the hardness that was so prominent through Rhys' tight underwear. Rhys began to writhe as he circled his thumb over the head of Rhys' dick. He drifted further, began to knead Rhys' balls, who had broken the kiss to breath, and let his moans escape more freely. Vasquez gave a quick squeeze. Rhys winced, as Vasquez lowered himself on to his knees. Placing his hands onto Rhys' thighs, he gave them a hard rub. He took a finger, grazing it over Rhys' thigh and upwards. He began to finger the waistband of Rhys' underwear, before taking his dick out.

"What're you doing?" Rhys looked down in confusion, with a suspicion of anticipation.

"I'll stop, shall I?" Vasquez took a hold of Rhys length and began to slowly stroke it.

"I didn't say- Ahh," Vasquez took the head of his dick in his mouth, his face and body began to contort in pleasure, "say that, did I?" He managed to finish. Vasquez let his tongue to work over Rhys' head, then sliding down his shaft. He licked back up the shaft before going back down, taking as much of his length as he could down his throat. Vasquez slowly bobbed, using his tongue to hit little spots of joy. Rhys writhed in sheer pleasure, the heat of Vasquez' mouth became too much.

"Please, I-" He gave a pained groan, sucking air through his teeth, "I'm, I'm gonna come." Vasquez stopped almost immediately.

"Already?" He leant back, and sat on his heels before giving a rather loud laugh.

"What the fuck? You get me all worked up in your office, and are now laughing at me because I'm already close?" Rhys sat up, utterly livid.

"You seem a little upset, was it something I said?" Vasquez coughed, silencing his laughter.

"Fuck you, okay? I'll fucking come with or without your permission."

"My permission?" Vasquez raised a brow. Rhys didn't respond, he just narrowed his eyes.

"Do you want my permission, Rhys?" Vasquez leant back in, taking a hold of Rhys' face again. Rhys pulled a pout, continuing to stare in to Vasquez' eyes. They continued this exchange for a moment, just watching each other, waiting for the other to make a move. Eventually, Vasquez broke.

"Open your mouth." Vasquez stated, any remains of the previous laughter than had taken a hold of him was no gone. His voice was cold, yet still wore his trademark smirk. Rhys waited for another moment, not saying a word, and then complied. He slowly opened his mouth. Vasquez was quick, and spat straight in to Rhys' mouth. Rhys seemed immediately shocked, before both realisation and another spatter of spit hit him, dripping down his cheek. He rolled Vasquez around his tongue, letting the taste take over his mouth. He could taste himself on Vasquez, his own precome, and that coupled with the swiftness of the situation caused the blood to rush back to his limping dick.

"Please," Rhys begged, his voice rife with desperation, "Master. Please let me come." Vasquez leant back a little further, letting go of Rhys.

"Turn around, stick your ass up then. Show me how much of a little bitch you are." Rhys didn't saying anything, he put his knees on to the lid of the toilet and slid round. He leant on the cistern and arched his back, pushing his ass up to Vasquez. Rhys took a sharp breath, as Vasquez gave a seemingly gentle, yet firm slap on Rhys' covered ass, and another before yanking down his underwear. Vasquez gave a quick squeeze of Rhys' ass, it was pert, though there was enough to fill his hand. He spread Rhys' cheeks, and began to eat him out. Vasquez ran his hands up Rhys' back, and brought them back down to caress his pert ass. Rhys writhed as Vasquez used his tongue to flick and spiral over Rhys' ass, he reached back trying to get a hold of his own dick. Vasquez stopped and leant back.

"You better not touch your dick, whilst I eat you out."

"Yes, yes-" he whined, before being cut off as Vasquez slapped Rhys's ass, hard. Rhys winced, the hot sting of the slap ripping through his ass, streaking up his back.

"Say yes, Master."

"Yes," Rhys' voice laced with breathy moans, "Master."

"Say yes, Master. I'm your little bitch." Vasquez took his thumb and ran it over Rhys' ass, pushing in slightly as he ran it over Rhys' hole.

"Yes, Master," Rhys' breath was sharp, "I'm your little bitch." Vasquez leant back in, and continued to eat Rhys out. He returned to his writhing, letting out moans and giving short, sharp little breaths as Vasquez pushed his tongue further in. Vasquez took himself away from Rhys, who waited a moment, wanting to see if the other was going to say anything. Rhys turned around, breaking the silence.

"Why- why did you stop?" His voice, still breathy.

"Why did I stop? That doesn't seem very grateful?"

"No I am. Thank you, Master."

"Good." Vasquez took his hand, and rubbed it over Rhys' cheek. He took as much left-over spit as he could, coating his thumb with it. He then slid his thumb over Rhys' lips, smearing the spit with the movements. Rhys began to lick his lips clean, moaning as the taste of Vasquez filled him again.

"Get my belt undone, you sick fuck." Vasquez stood up, and took off his jacket, hanging it up on the door behind him.

"Sick? Oh don't act as though you're not getting off on it." Rhys smirked, pushing the palm of his hand up against Vasquez' erection. Vasquez pushed back, grinding his erection in Rhys' palm. Rhys began to unbuckle the bigger man's belt, he unzipped his pants, and let his pants drop to the floor. Vasquez took a step back, and leant on the door of the stall.

"What're you doing over there? My ass is over here." A hint of the previous cockiness was present, as Rhys lifted his legs up, making sure that Vasquez was completely clear where his ass was.

"You wanted to come right? Well I want to be fucked."

"Why? You're supposed to be fucking me?" Rhys was confused.

"No, you assumed that I was going to fuck you. I didn't say anything about fucking you." Vasquez turned around, unbuttoning his shirt.

"It was inferred, surely?"

"Inferred? I think you mean implied. To imply something-"

"Oh whatever, just fuck me, okay?"

"Sorry, Rhysie. It's not gonna happen," Vasquez smiled at him, "now get over here and fuck me."

"I can't believe this."

"Do I have to tell you again?"

"I, I just- "

Vasquez didn't wait, he stepped towards Rhys, and picked him up by the neck. Using his forearm, he pushed Rhys up against the wall of the stall. He leant in.

"Why won't you fuck me?" Rhys begged, struggling to get his words out.

"Because it's what you want, and I don't like giving you what you want." Vasquez stated. Rhys was taken aback by the bluntness of the statement. Rhys was becoming more and more desperate, as Vasquez continued to tease him and deprive him. He was still wary of the plan, still aware that he needed this "evidence" but he also needed to be fucked, he needed to be filled and needed to scream as Vasquez fucked him into a white ecstasy. This was becoming too much, Rhys couldn't handle himself anymore.

"Please," He used all his strength to push Vasquez backward, slamming him against the other wall of the bathroom stall, "please, you've got to fuck me. Please, fuck me. I need this so much." Rhys reeked of desperation, his voice a shrill whine. Vasquez grabbed a hold of him, pulling him in to an aggressive kiss, grinding himself against Rhys.

"Please fuck me," Rhys broke the kiss, "I need you. I need you to fuck me, to come in me. I need you to ruin me."

"I'm not going to, Rhysie" Vasquez sounded almost palpable, "Why can't you just accept that?"

"Because I want- Need it, Master." Rhys tried, he tried with his irresistible charm. He tried, but everything that came out of his mouth just reeked of want and desperation.

"Oh Rhys. Where is that sick little fuck you were earlier? You know him, he was the little whore getting off on the shit being choked out of him. The little fuck, with his pretty little face covered in come." Vasquez wrapped his hands around Rhys neck, gripping tight, as tight as he could.

"So," Rhys struggled with his words but his pout twisted into a coy grin, "you think I'm pretty?"

Vasquez had made a mistake, a slip. They were words that he didn't want leaving his mouth. He narrowed his eyes, his smug grin had dropped. He pulled Rhys back around, and putting him back on to the toilet, and straddled him. He took a glob of spit from his mouth, rubbing it over the length of Rhys' dick, and then another which went over his ass. He took a hold of Rhys's dick, rubbing the head of it over his ass. The moans that Rhys let out pinched Vasquez' ears, they were shrill. Rhys began to writhe. Vasquez pushed himself close to Rhys' ear, biting his lobe.

"You sure," he whispered, "Sure you don't want me to fuck you?" He traced his tongue over the ridge of Rhys' ear.

"Please, please," Rhys begged, "just make me come." Vasquez' smug grin came back. He slowly lowered himself onto Rhys' length, letting out a deep moan as Rhys began to fill him. He gave himself a moment to adjust to Rhys being inside of him. He watched as Rhys writhed under him, the heat of Vasquez that now wrapped itself around him was utterly insatiable. He did want to be fucked, but this feeling that was wrapped around his dick, was amazing. His breath was deep, and hot. He slowly began to roll his hips up, into Vasquez, who began to move in rhythm with Rhys. Profanity spewed from Rhys, and in tandem Vasquez let out deep moans. The noises were everything Rhys needed. He wrapped his arms around Vasquez' waist, pulling him down. Rhys began to thrust harder, trying to drive as much noise as he could out of Vasquez.

"Harder," Vasquez breathed, "fucking harder." His voice was soft and strangely sweet.

"Ride me harder then, Master." Rhys was slick with sweat. Vasquez snapped out his sweet, softness and wrapped his hands back round Rhys neck. His grip was tight, using as leverage to pick up the pace of his movements. Rhys felt himself getting closer, and started to stroke Vasquez. It was an attempt to make him come faster. As much as he wanted to come, the thought of having Vasquez splashed over him again drove him to the edge.

"Vasq- Master, I'm gonna come."

"Yeah? You wanna come?"

"Yeah, please. Can I?"

"Come. Come inside me, let me have it, Rhysie." Vasquez' voice was just as broken as Rhys'.

His toes curled, as his legs clenched. A tightness began to pull, and build within him. The first wave ripped through Rhys, erupting within Vasquez. His thrusts were erratic, and his breath woven with grunts.

"Yeah, fucking give it to me." Vasquez voice was low, and deep, filled with the same desperation that he had mocked Rhys for having.

"Fuck," Rhys cried, "fucking hell." His breath was ragged, his hair clung to his forehead. His eyes still closed. Vasquez pushed Rhys' hand off his own dick, and began to pump. He ground himself into the last few moments of Rhys' now fleeting erection. A similar tightness built within him. A few more pumps along his length, and he felt himself being pushed over the edge. His grip around Rhys' neck tightened, as loud growls left his mouth. A few, shots of come splashed over Rhys' torso and immediately began to run. Vasquez let the ecstasy of his orgasm wash over him, before pulling himself off Rhys. He slid off and fell back, slumping against the door.

Neither of them said a word, they just lay there trying to catch their breath, trying to cool off and returned to an acceptable level of composure. Vasquez shifted, moving up and began to dress himself. Rhys sat up, pulling a few tissues from the dispenser to clean himself with. He pulled up his boxers, tucking away his now limp dick. Vasquez, now fully dressed ran a hand through his hair, trying to fix it the best he could. He pulled a card from his jacket.

"So, if you wanna do this properly, you'll call me?" Vasquez flicked the card at Rhys, who picked it up from his chest.

"Ermm, yeah, sure." He looked up, trying to push the deep feeling of guilt down and muster up a smile.

"So, I'm gonna- You know, I've gotta get back to the grind." He said, before promptly leaving, not turning to look back at Rhys, or the stall.

Rhys looked at the card.

Hugo P. Vasquez

Senior Vice President of Securities Propaganda

555-4735 Ext. 194

"Eurgh." Rhys' face twisted in disgust as he turn to tuck the card into the pocket of his jacket. He stopped, as the door was slowly pushed open. Rhys looked shocked, for all of a second before remembering that Vaughn had witnessed the entire event.

"Bro," Vaughn looked confused, "what the fuck was that?"

"I'm, I'm sorry. I just thought it would be a good idea to get him in a compromising position. You got the pictures right?"

"Yeah, but I mean," Vaughn's face turned to a sly grin, "if I knew you wanted to be fucked so much, you could've said something."

"Vaughn? I-"

"You don't have to play it down, I heard literally everything."

"Bro, I told you to pick up earplugs."

"Rhys, there's earplugs and then there's you screaming at the top of your voice 'Please, please, fuck me'." Vaughn did his best to impersonate Rhys' begging.

"Holy shit, do you think anyone heard?" Rhys' faced turned to horror.

"Well, I mean this sector is unusually empty, but I can confirm that Yvette is fully aware of the situation."

"VAUGHN? Why, why would you do this to me?"

"Why would you do this to me?"

A pause, Rhys became aware of the fact his shirt was still unbuttoned, and he was just sat in his boxers. As Vaughn took a step closer, he noticed a prominent bulge in his pants.

"Yeah, okay fair enough."

Another pause, and Vaughn took a step closer.

"Rhys, how much did you wanna get fucked?"