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he trails reluctantly behind his college teammates as they trudge down the dirt path, narrowly avoiding bumping into dozens of renfaire goers in various stages of costume undress and drunkenness. this is not a jock environment. shane is dressed in plain clothes, and has no clue how to react to all the vendors putting on vaguely medieval european accents. he is overall entirely out of his element.

they approach the bar, which is more like a cozy beer booth decorated with fake vines and nautical chains. hayden and jj jump in line. this is good. maybe if he gets a beer in him, this whole experience will suck a little less.

jj nudges him in the ribs hard and directs his attention to the guy dressed like a pirate buying a beer at the front of the line. the woman behind the bar, in a blouse and corset that greatly accentuates her chest, coos something vaguely encouraging at the guy and guides his hands upwards to grip the looped metal chains hanging from the ceiling of the booth.

with the guy's hands held above his head, shane watches incredulously as she holds his face gently by the chin and proceeds to pour the beer directly into his open mouth. a couple cheers from the group surrounding him seem to indicate that this is normal? she praises him in that silly fake renfaire accent, gradually guiding the cup upwards until the guy has finished the beer. he releases his hands from the chains and steps back, flushed and laughing with the woman and his friends.

shane feels vaguely dizzy at the display. his eyes dart nonsensically to the menu, which lists the prices for beer and a few non-alcoholic drinks. at the bottom of the menu it lists the raised price of the "bar wench/bar rake special." shane blinks hard.

the line moves. "that's fucking hilarious," hayden says, and shane nods absently and tries to ignore the stirring in his gut. he doesn't see jj and hayden exchange a mischievous look over his head.

too soon, they're at the front of the line. shane turns to see if his teammates want to order together or separately, but he's shoved up against the front of the bar before he can get a word in.

"he'll take the bar rake!" jj jeers, slapping the bills down on the counter. hayden shakes shane's shoulders from behind as if hyping him up. the wench barely bats an eye at the obnoxious display of mild bullying. she takes one look at shane's tomato red face and gives him an endeared pet on the head.

"one bar rake, coming right up!"

shane doesn't get the opportunity to question what a 'rake' even means in this context, because suddenly there's a man in front of him. a man shane hadn't noticed when he'd been doing something behind the bar with his back turned, but was absolutely noticing now.

tall, scorching hot, moles dotting his handsome face and dirty blond hair curling behind his ears. a muscular physique visible through a semi-sheer white chemise. stunning pale eyes narrowed like a predator assessing his prey. the rake smirks at him a little viciously and shane can't even muster up a stuttered refusal.

the rake leans over and grabs shane by the wrists, pulling his arms up over his head until his fingertips reach the chains. his touches are rougher than the wench's had looked. shane fumbles until he's gripping them tightly in his sweaty hands. he feels uniquely vulnerable, at this man's mercy. shane has a sinking feeling he's not going to get any.

he's distantly aware that hayden and jj might be catcalling this display right now. he prays they aren't filming this. the wench passes the rake a tall plastic cup of ale. shane watches with wide eyed baited breath as the rake takes a moment to seemingly stare directly into shane's soul. assessing him like a bug under a microscope. fuck. he might be getting hard.

the rake switches the cup to his left hand, and his presumably dominant right hand wraps around shane's throat. not tight enough to restrict his breathing, but a solid grip that makes shane freeze like a statue. the man leans in, murmuring closer to shane's ear.

"open."

fuck. shane is definitely getting hard. his jaw drops with zero hesitation. he barely manages to keep his tongue in his mouth with the way he wants to pant. this is insane. they're in public.

"good boy."

he can pick out the accent as a genuine one, likely slavic. undeniably sultry. shane squeaks, or whines, or makes some other humiliating noise that's a little too loud while he's open mouthed. the rake grins and hums like he's very pleased. the rim of the cup is pressed to shane's pouty bottom lip, and then the cup gets tilted and shane's mouth is flooded with ale he has no choice but to swallow.

it's a heavy pour, shane notices. the cup is filled to the brim and probably counts for two beers. it's a fairly light ale, though, and goes down without too much difficulty.

the stream of liquid isn't steady. the rake, perhaps purposefully, switches between pouring at a thin trickle and flooding shane's throat with a long splash of the drink. keeping him on his toes and prolonging the suspense. shane gasps desperately whenever he is afforded a moment to inhale. he imagines drowning under that hand.

shane is completely hard and dripping into his boxer briefs.

his mouth gets even closer to shane's ear, and the voice drops to a low whisper. quiet enough that nobody in the chattering crowd can hear, fucking hopefully.

"there you go, good little slut. just needed someone to take charge, hm? good thing it was me. i know just how to treat filthy boys like you. mmm, slower. that's it. would you swallow my cock this nice? bet you would love it if i bent you over this bar and took your tight little hole in front of all these people. whore."

shane doesn't have the leverage to nod his head, but he tries to squirm in agreement. a shudder wracks his body. the rake pulls back, and the intense eye contact is intoxicating. shane has maybe never felt this helpless before. he's completely obsessed. he's probably batting his lashes at the man like he hung the moon. drops of ale dribble down his chin.

"messy puppy."

shane almost chokes. the rake shushes him, a patronizing coo that goes straight to shane's cock. the hand wrapped around his throat flexes. the cup is eventually lowered, and shane realizes with a rush that it's now empty.

the man stays firmly in shane's personal space, demanding his full attention.

"all done. what do you say?"

"thank you," shane manages. this earns him a pleased smile. he feels hands around his wrists again, and oh. right, he sort of forgot about his arms. he was holding the chain of his own free will, but this still feels like being untied. shane returns his arms to his sides and clears his throat. he hopes jj forked over enough cash so shane doesn't have to pull his wallet out. he braces himself for the rake to wave him off for the next customer.

"i go on break at 1."

a clear invitation. his voice sounds amused and maybe a bit heated. it also sends reality slamming back into shane like a cannonball. he's tipsy, or maybe just drunk off this man, and rock hard at 11 in the morning. his teammates are waiting for him.

how is he supposed to trudge after them for the next five minutes, let alone two hours, at full mast?

the rake doesn't prompt him for a response. the hand that had once held his throat touches his cheek in something between a pat and a light smack. teasing. he thinks through his soupy brain that he can hear the bar wench giggling.

shane steps away with great reluctance. a quick glance shows that jj and hayden had seemingly gotten bored of humiliating him, and bought beers from a separate line. they sit at a picnic table a few meters away, shooting the shit while they wait for shane to wrap up the most transformative sexual experience of his life.

he lets himself look at the man one more time. he's still being watched. predator eyes flick off to the side with intent. shane tries to follow their direction with a head that feels stuffed with cotton.

a porta potty.

unideal for a risky public hook-up. is that what they're doing? shane is still reeling. shane is still a virgin. the location is disgusting. but if that's the only option...