Sebastian's Flight - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Sebastian's palms began to sweat as he was ushered through the plane, itching to run away, to avoid whatever was about to happen. How was he going to do that, though? He couldn't turn back, not with the two flight attendants behind him, blocking his way. The only way he could go was forward... He could go back through the jet bridge, but there was another attendant posted there, her eyes fixed on Sebastian as he approached, making him certain she knew what was going on, wouldn't let him past...

And even if he made it around her, what would he do? The jet bridge was a long hallway, essentially, with more workers on the other end. All the flight attendants here would have to do was pick up their phone and call, and, if the door at the far end hadn't already been closed, the woman who had scanned his ticket for him would do that, and he'd be trapped, and more tired and helpless than he was now, with no real benefit.

So, as silly as he felt, as childish as it was being taken to the cockpit, that was his only destination. He was, after all, on a big, metal tube, basically just a hallway itself, with a bunch of seats, and wings. How he'd ever thought this would be better than the airport, he couldn't imagine now... Perhaps he'd simply assumed nobody would bother him, that they'd all want nothing more than to sit down and wait until they got to their destination. But, as big and open as the airport was, as easy as it would have been for an Amazon to grab him, claim him as their own fussy little boy, at least there was a possibility for escape there.

One of the attendants put his hand on Sebastian's shoulder as they approached the cockpit door, while the other stepped forward, gave it a knock, a cheerful voice coming from the other side, telling them to, "Come on in!"

"Hey," Levi said, giving his shoulder a pat, yet not taking his hand off it for long enough for Sebastian to even consider making a break for it, "no need to be nervous."

There was, however... There was no way all this was for a trip to see the pilot, was there? Sebastian fidgeted, watching Brett open up the door, moving again as Levi gave him a gentle push. 

It was, he had to admit, impressive, seeing all those buttons, looking out through the window at the other planes on the runway, waiting to climb gracefully into the sky. He did his best not to gawk, but it was difficult not to when there was so much to see.

"Pretty cool, huh, little buddy?" the pilot asked, smirking to the flight attendants. "Maybe one day you'll be in this seat."

"Oh, I don't think so," Sebastian shook his head. "I'm a compu..."

"Right, right," the pilot interrupted, clearly not listening. "Until then, why don't you take this?" He pushed a small pin of a pair of wings with the words 'Future Pilot' in between them at Sebastian, who stared at it for a moment before deciding it would be easier to take it and get out of here. "To earn that, though," he continued, "I need you to do whatever the flight attendants say, all right? Be a good boy so we can take off and have a safe flight."

"B-But I'm..." Sebastian tried to speak up; unsurprisingly, nobody was paying any attention, as the pilot turned back towards his instruments, and Levi and Brett spun Sebastian around, marching him out of the cockpit.

"Wasn't that nice?" Brett smiled down at him. "He even gave you a present!"

Sebastian bit his tongue, pretended he didn't know that was what any kid who visited the pilot got. "Sure," he shrugged. "It's great."

"We'll help you put it on in a minute," Levi promised.

"I think I can..." Sebastian started to assure him, not wanting to forget about the pin on his shirt, and have Hallie see it on him when he arrived and start asking questions about it. "Wait, this is my seat."

"It is," Brett agreed, as he kept pushing Sebastian past it. "Good job remembering, sport!"

"B-But..." Sebastian gulped, head turning, watching the seat grow further and further away. "Wh-Where are we going?"

"You heard the pilot," Levi replied. "You need to be a good boy so we can have a safe flight."

"What do I have to do with that?" Sebastian rolled his eyes. "I'm just..." He froze, words failing him as he saw where they were going, as it began to click into place. "No!" he shook his head vehemently.

"Hey, little man," Levi cooed, "let's not do the whole tantrum thing, okay? You seem like a clever kid... You know it isn't going to do you any good. You're only going to hold things up for all the other nice passengers on the plane with you."

Sebastian whimpered, glancing around him, searching for sympathy, finding, instead, Amazons grumbling to one another, whispering about how they were going to wind up being late now, shooting him dirty looks, while their littles stared at the cartoons on their tablets in blissful ignorance. From what he could tell, pretty much all the littles he'd seen waiting had been seated here, near the attendant's station, and for good reason.

He could see the carts stashed back there, with their snacks, a couple seats where the attendants would buckle in for take-offs and landings... And, right in the middle, with seemingly no concern for privacy, there was a changing table. Sebastian had thought, for sure, those had been done away with... He'd heard tales of the 'good old days' of airplane travel, how flight attendants would even change littles' diapers if needed for parents, but he'd assumed, now, that the tables were in the privacy of the airplane's bathrooms... Maybe they would take up too much space, however, or the airline had decided having changes happen in there would keep them occupied for too long. 

"B-But I don't need... those!" Sebastian insisted, stomping his foot, shivering as he glanced over at the changing table, saw the stacks of diapers underneath.

"That's what you say now," Brett smirked. "Trust us, it can be difficult to get to the bathroom up here. "You're lucky! You're not going to have to worry about waiting your turn, or trying to walk to the bathroom while the plane is in the air..."

"I'm not lucky!" Sebastian glowered at him. "Wearing a... It's not lucky!" 

Levi sighed, patting him on the shoulder again. "Come on, you don't want to do this, little..." he tried to say.

"Yes, I do!" Sebastian fumed, shoving the Amazon's hand away from him, though, of course, just like on the other end of the plane, there was nowhere for him to go afterwards. It was even worse now, his options either attempting to run between the two bigger men, or straight to the very thing he was so desperate to avoid. "I'm not a baby!"

Levi and Brett exchanged a look, a shrug. "All right, little man," Levi's hand moved downwards, to Sebastian's wrist, closing around it firmly. Sebastian gasped as, effortlessly, he was pulled forward, not to the changing table, but to one of the seats, where Levi sat down... And dragged the squirming Sebastian over his lap. "I didn't want to do this... The other passengers don't want to wait for you to finish throwing your tantrum, or listen to you whining for the whole flight..."

Sebastian's face turned bright red as it dawned on him what was about to happen, and as he heard a soft round of applause from the nearby seats who had overheard the flight attendant's words, wriggling desperately across Levi's knees, whimpering, "W-Wait, no...!", tears springing to his eyes even before the first spank landed hard against his backside.