The Longest Night

by Z. Allora

  He sat and stared at Foster’s movement. When Foster came to the table, he jumped up and pulled out a chair for him.

  Foster gave him a nod, acknowledging the move as he opened a bottle, then handed the unfamiliar beer to Benjamin.

  “I’ve never had this one. Thanks.”

  Once Foster’s bottle was opened, he raised the microbrew to Benjamin. “Here’s to having things neither of us have had.”

  Benjamin needed to change the subject or he risked saying things he shouldn’t. “So where did you learn that move?”

  Foster shrugged like it was every day he put someone as big as Benjamin in an arm lock. “I’ve been practicing Shorin-Ryu.”

  “Shorin-Ryu?”

  “Yeah, I’ve taken classes since I was ten. Shorin-Ryu means ‘little pine forest style.’”

  “Well, that felt more like a damned forest fire. I love being made helpless but safe.” Shit! Benjamin needed to stop his gushing worship.

  “Good to know.” Foster gave him a smirk.

  “What made you start taking those classes?”

  “To be honest, it was more out of necessity. I came home from school with a black eye when I was ten. The next day my dad enrolled me in Shorin-Ryu.”

  “Kids can be bastards.” Benjamin had dealt with bullies until he hit his growth spurt in eighth grade, which brought him close to his height of six foot six in a couple of years.

  Benjamin studied the seemingly delicate man. If Foster had been in his twenties, people might label him a twink. Was that even a term anymore?

  “My father said it was okay to be who I am….” Foster fluttered his hands, gesturing to himself. “I’ve always been a tad on the campy side of the rainbow, but Dad said it wasn’t okay for people to hurt me because of it.”

  “A wise man.” Benjamin had never known his dad, but he missed his mother for a moment.

  “He is. But enough about my father, unless we want to explore some daddy fantasies.” Foster smiled, but it sounded like he was actually asking.

  “Not currently, but I’m open.” Good Goddess, he could easily fall for this man.

  Foster gave him a smirk along with bedroom eyes. “Dance with me.”

  Benjamin always felt clumsy and awkward on the dance floor, but he put a hand on Foster’s waist and copied Foster’s moves. Since Foster led with his dick and his body followed, Benjamin’s did too.

  The way they danced felt more like they were having sex with their clothing on. Foster thrust against his thigh, and Benjamin’s height forced him to rut against Foster’s hip. But friction was friction.

  Foster slipped his hands around Benjamin’s waist and shimmed against him, making Benjamin wish they were alone.

  Then Foster dropped his hand to Benjamin’s ass. He squeezed his butt and then tugged him in tight.

  An exhale came out as a moan. Benjamin hoped the noise was swallowed by the music, but a satisfied grin and an arched eyebrow told him Foster hadn’t missed the sound.

  He couldn’t help his reactions. Having the lower half of his body under Foster’s control flipped all of Benjamin’s buttons. The fondling combined with sensuous rubbing was going to get him off.

  “You’re a great dancer.” Foster pulled him down and licked his neck. Instead of marking him, he simply tantalized him with the expectation of a bite.

  Benjamin whisper-yelled over the music, “If we keep doing this, I’m going to come.”

  A slow smile lit Foster’s face, and the Master within surfaced. One second he was a carefree guy dancing, and the next he crooked his finger at Benjamin, wielding immense power. He strutted to the back of the club, completely confident Benjamin would follow.

  Without hesitation he hurried after Foster’s sashaying ass. Where were they—oh.

  Holding the bathroom door, Foster gestured for him to enter.

  After a quick look around, Benjamin stepped inside the private, relatively clean bathroom. There were two others, so hopefully no one would bug them this early.

  Foster pushed Benjamin back against the wall, clamped his hands over his wrists, and locked them to his sides.

  God, yes! Their scene at Entwined seemed like decades ago. “Master? How may I serve you?”

  How he would love to drop to his knees and suck Foster off, or if Foster had lube, he’d bend over the sink… or if he didn’t, he’d hold his thighs together real tight and—

  “Don’t move, and keep your hands against the wall,” Foster commanded him.

  Why did Foster ask the hardest thing ever of him?

  Because he could, and Benjamin would do anything he asked. The harder the better.

  Foster made quick work of Benjamin’s zipper and pushed his jeans to the floor. Gliding a hand over Benjamin’s dick, he teased his erection until a wet spot formed on Benjamin’s black satin cock sling that kept his ass bare.

  Benjamin shivered as his cock drooled in need. “Sorry, Master.”

  “That’s okay. You’re not doing it on purpose, are you, Benjamin?” Foster used one finger to rub the very tip of Benjamin’s needy cock through the satin.

  Forcing himself to keep his eyes open, he gasped, “No, Master. I just… oh Goddess.”

  Foster’s gaze took on a dominant sparkle that made Benjamin want to sink to his knees.

  However, he craved obeying Foster more. He pushed his wants aside and locked his legs. Resting his head back on the wall, he clenched his fists at his sides to help stop them from trembling as Foster continued the slow torture.

  Studying him, Foster seemed to drink in Benjamin’s struggle. The more he soaked in Benjamin’s willingness to struggle for him, the more demonic his slow, almost casual caresses became.

  Benjamin panted.

  Foster’s delicious tantalizing had him nearly half out of his mind. Just a single finger had him close to shooting his load. Benjamin would do anything if the torment could continue forever.

  “Do you think you could come this way, Benjamin?”

  He gasped, “Yes.”

  Foster grinned. “I wonder how long I could make you suffer like this until you came whether you wanted to or not. How long would it take to make you come like this? What do you think, Benjamin?”

  “Don’t know, Master.” The ecstasy of not coming for Foster was almost better than an orgasm. His whole world shrank to Foster and how he toyed with Benjamin’s dick like it was his plaything.

  “Look down at yourself. You’re leaking so much my fingertip is wet.” He demonstrated by making precum strings from the satin to his fingertip. Then he held up his finger to Benjamin.

  Without thought, Benjamin licked and sucked Foster’s finger clean.

  “Such a good boy… my good boy.”

  The praise made happiness dance even as horny lust coursed through him. The use of the word my made affection wrap around Benjamin’s heart like a warm hug.

  “Do you think I remembered to lock the door?” The slow cadence of Foster’s voice tripped wires that sparked an inferno of need within Benjamin, and only made him crave more.

  “Um….” He couldn’t think. Hotness to sweetness within a scene and now he added being caught. Foster turned him on something wicked.

  “What if someone walked in to see you with your pants around your ankles just aching for me to get you off?” Foster was far too accomplished in the art of erotic humiliation.

  Benjamin swallowed the automatic I-don’t-know bullshit and admitted, “I might like it.”

  “You with your pants down in a bar, isn’t that… naughty?” Foster slid two fingers along Benjamin’s hard-on through the satin. Foster teased his other hand over the skin of Benjamin’s belly, almost, but not quite, pulling down his underwear.

  His mind had liquefied with the molten heat Foster poured on him, so only a groan came out.

  Foster shook his head with a sad frown on his face. “They’d see you as a naughty boy. Do you know what happens to—”

  He trembled from Foster’s words as much as his
tantalizing touch. “Yes, Master.”

  Foster stared into his eyes. “You want them to see you, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Master.” Goddess help him, he did. He wanted them to see how filthy he’d be for Foster.

  His underwear joined his jeans, and his dick saluted as it begged for attention.

  Foster licked his hand and then stroked him. “Why?”

  When Benjamin couldn’t answer, all the incredible attention being paid to his cock stopped. He could barely keep his palms on the wall and stand upright.

  Benjamin opened his mouth, and all that came out was “Please.” Please keep teasing me. Please keep focusing on me. Please make me say it.

  “Why do you want them to see you in a bar bathroom naked from the waist down, surrendering to my brand of, shall we call it… fun?” Foster’s casual words as he was fully dressed snapped Benjamin into the truth.

  He took a deep breath. “I want them to see my surrender to you is worthy of your attention. I want them to see how much I crave to please you. I like people knowing I’m a submissive, not because I have to but because I long for it. And I love everything that comes with it.”

  “Good boy.” Foster gave firm strokes on his cock.

  Pressing his lips together, Benjamin couldn’t stop the moan.

  “I’d like to suck you off.” Foster leaned down and slurped on him like a straw. He paused and peeked up. “Though you know what happens to bad boys who get blowjobs in bathrooms?”

  Benjamin groaned as visions of bending over for a spanking ramped him further. Trying to sit on his stinging red ass afterward and remembering the butt-warming every time he sat down for a week. “Yes, Master.”

  He hadn’t been in a mouth raw since his very first boyfriend. The heat and wetness bathing his cock as Foster licked and sucked were a dizzying combination.

  Trying to hold on, he focused on not moving like Foster ordered.

  Foster pushed his mouth down until he had all of Benjamin deep inside. Then he bobbed his head and sucked.

  “Oh dear Goddess.” Benjamin shook, but he locked his knees so he remained upright and kept his hands on the wall.

  Foster dragged his lips to the tip and pulled off. “You thinking about what will happen to bad boys who get blowjobs in bar bathrooms?”

  “Yes, Master.” He was too close to the edge. Paying the penalty would be worth the blissful release he was being promised. Who was he kidding? He’d get off on being spanked for—

  “That’s right, they get to come. Benjamin, you may come in my mouth if you’d like.” Foster recaptured Benjamin’s cock and sucked. He used his lips to perfection.

  Benjamin’s world imploded. Permission to come had been granted. No longer holding back, bliss stormed through him. His body took over. He moaned as he started filling Foster’s mouth. “Thank you, Master.”

  Foster sucked in time with Benjamin’s pulses, allowing him one of the best orgasms he ever remembered having.

  He leaned against the wall and tried to catch his breath.

  His Master righted his clothing and even zipped his pants.

  Benjamin returned to himself and realized how selfish he’d been. “Oh, Foster. I mean, Master, how can I take care of you?”

  Knock! Knock! Knock! “You guys almost done? I actually have to go to the bathroom.”

  Foster kissed him on the mouth, allowing him to taste his own satisfaction. “Let’s relocate.”

  Benjamin nodded. He was glad he’d changed his sheets.

  Foster offered him his hand.

  He took it.

  Chapter 5

  IT WAS the second Saturday morning in a row that Foster lay sleeping in Benjamin’s bed. With his long eyelashes resting against his cheeks, a serene smile turning his lips up, his hair tousled, and not a trace of stubble, he appeared almost innocent. Certainly younger than his thirty-five years.

  Benjamin winced as he slipped out from under the covers. His butt reminded him of last night’s glorious ass fucking. Foster had tied him to the four corners of the bed. He could only lie there, wonderfully helpless as Foster pounded into his ass. Then once Foster came, he spanked Benjamin for being such a good boy. God and Goddess, Benjamin loved being called that!

  Grinding into the mattress wasn’t enough, so Foster turned him onto his back and stroked him off. Intense pleasure tackled him, and when Foster told him to come, he must have shot three feet into the air.

  But even better were the snuggles afterward. Foster had this way of making him feel protected and cherished. He’d never slept better.

  A part of him wanted to crawl back into bed and claim some more cuddles, but instead, he crept out of the room. He used the bathroom and brushed his teeth, then headed to the kitchen. He tied on his apron, which Sophie had given him as a joke. The girlie ruffled bib had “easy ass-sess” scrolled across the front. Yeah, his ass was bare and accessible.

  This weekend he was better prepared for an overnight guest. He’d laid in all the supplies and foods he learned Foster enjoyed from their two dinner dates during this past week.

  Benjamin made a stack of vanilla-lavender french toast, turkey bacon, and hard-boiled eggs. He set it all on a tray with coffee, butter, and a tiny pitcher of warmed syrup, then headed back to the bedroom.

  As soon as Benjamin opened the door, Foster set aside his phone and sat upright against the pillows. He must have used the bathroom, because his hair was brushed, and somehow even in a sheet he looked pulled together.

  “You weren’t asleep when I left, were you?”

  Foster arched one eyebrow in a rather haughty but still adorable way. “Allow your Master to maintain some mystique.”

  Your Master! The claim thrilled him so much, Benjamin could only nod with a smile and say, “Yes, Master.”

  Foster’s mouth dropped open. “Wait. Benjamin, what are you wearing?”

  “Um, an apron.” Looking down at the frilly white ruffles, he was in such a rush, he hadn’t taken it off. Shit!

  “Turn,” Foster demanded with a twirl of his finger.

  Benjamin could feel his cheeks heat, but as he did a slow spin, he clutched the tray tighter, like that would help cover his backside or make Foster’s inspection less embarrassing.

  “Aw, come here. Is your safeword still top, my sweet boy?” Foster waved him closer to the bed.

  “Yes, Master.” Benjamin set the tray on the night table and lowered his eyes. His dick tented the front of the apron.

  Foster turned him so he faced away from him. “Bend over a bit. I want to retie your satin ribbon. Mmmm, your bottom is still all red.”

  Closing his eyes, he savored Foster’s hands cupping his ass. His breath caught as Foster started tracing the edges of the apron.

  His fingers highlighted the fact Benjamin’s ass was completely exposed. “I adore how the bow is right above your ass. Just like a pretty little present for me to unwrap.”

  “Yes, Master.” Totally ready to go, he would be up for anything. The anticipation throbbed into his straightening dick.

  Truth be told, there was something Benjamin found hot about wearing anything slightly feminine. His muscles made gender-bending with frilly clothing somehow forbidden, and anything taboo registered high on his horny scale.

  Foster rubbed Benjamin’s sore ass. “As intoxicating as you are, I need to feed you, and—”

  He turned to reassure Foster. “No, I’m good. We can—”

  “Excuse me?” Foster gave him a half smile with the arched eyebrow of you did not just say that.

  Oops, Benjamin blew it. “I’m sorry, Master.”

  “Benjamin, my first priority as your Master will always be your well-being.” Foster teased a hand over the front of Benjamin’s apron. “Though I assure you, I endeavor to address all your needs.”

  His breath caught on an inhale. “Yes, Master.”

  Foster reached behind Benjamin and slapped his ass.

  “Mmmm, ow.” Benjamin moaned more than complained. The smack
set off a chain reaction of memory arousal and submission.

  An amused glint in Foster’s eyes as well as the tent he made with the sheet, told Benjamin his Master enjoyed this breakfast-in-bed scenario as much as he did. “But no matter how enchanting I find you in ruffles and satin ribbon, we can’t let this delicious food get cold.”

  They totally could. No problem to reheat— Obey. “Yes, Master.”

  Foster patted Benjamin’s ass. “But I do think we need to add some heat to your ass… after breakfast.” He tossed one of the pillows on the floor.

  The apron brushed tantalizingly across Benjamin’s erection, making him bite back a moan as he kneeled on the cushion and opened the legs of the tray without spilling the coffee. He set the meal over Foster’s lap, right over the erection that begged for Benjamin’s attention.

  Foster inhaled the scent. “Smells like lavender?”

  Smiling and quite pleased with himself, Benjamin nodded. “You seemed to enjoy the lavender lemonade at the diner, so I found some recipes that used lavender.”

  Foster cut a piece, dipped the golden hunk in syrup, and held out the fork to Benjamin.

  The kindness made Benjamin’s eyes go watery. Foster wasn’t like the Doms he’d been with before. Many of them seemed like they constantly needed to prove themselves and saw gentleness as being weak. Foster might be the most challenging Dom he’d ever played with, but the unconditional acceptance and the tenderness fed everything Benjamin hungered for.

  He took the bite and smiled at Foster.

  Foster asked, “Is it good?”

  After he swallowed the bite, he nodded. “Yes, delicious. May I feed you, Master?”

  “Of course.” Foster sipped some coffee.

  Benjamin reveled in simply being himself. Kneeling by the bed, he and Foster took turns giving each other bites of food.

  When they had worked their way through half the food, Foster held up a hand. “That’s enough for me, but I’m going to continue to feed you.”

  His Master gave him the eye, as if daring him to disagree like last week. He’d gotten an earful about taking care of himself and allowing Foster to do the same. Foster had even gone so far as to reassure Benjamin he wasn’t into overfeeding. He wanted them both to respect their different body types.