by Z. Allora
Benjamin had made the right amount to satisfy them both without wasting food. They both finished their coffee.
When Foster set the cup back on the tray, he smiled, caressing Benjamin’s cheek. He stared deep into his eyes. “Thank you for the lovely breakfast.”
Beaming, he said, “You’re welcome, Master.”
Foster sat straighter, and his face took on a stern expression. “Benjamin, please set the tray on the dresser and then bend over my lap.”
Wow, okay, this was going to happen. He put the tray out of the way as excitement and arousal wound through him quicker than his brain registered the words and their meaning. “Yes, Master.”
Hurrying to get over Foster’s lap, he rumpled the apron.
“Tut-tut. Up you go.” Foster helped him stand and smoothed out the fabric. Then he retied the bow.
Oh dear Goddess. To be tended so thoroughly made too many emotions surface.
Foster guided him back over his lap, which made the apron cover his cock like a friction-filled fabric condom hell-bent on tormenting him. Foster shifted, making Benjamin’s cock fall between Foster’s legs and rub along Foster’s balls.
Benjamin’s embarrassment and shyness only lasted until Foster’s hand glided over his ass.
He kneaded Benjamin’s butt, accenting his ass-up position. Foster patted him. “The dichotomy of all your muscles in this adorable apron is quite sexy. Be warned, between the apron and the power you are entrusting me with, you’re giving me an extra shot of dominance.”
“I’m glad, Master. Surrendering to you is my greatest joy.” Not the first time Benjamin had said those words, but it was the first time he’d really meant them with all his heart. He wanted nothing more than to boost Foster’s Alphaness. His submission was a fulfilling gift that seemed to give them both incredible pleasure.
“But I think you need some more ouchies right here on your butt to start our day. What do you think? Do you need another spanking?” Foster’s voice dropped an octave as he rubbed Benjamin’s ass in teasing circles. The tender caress only highlighted the pain that would come as soon as Benjamin agreed.
Ouchies? The sweet euphemism made his ass clench. “Yes, Master, I need another spanking.”
Was there any other answer?
Foster gave his ass a slap, regaining all of Benjamin’s attention. “Ask for your spanking like a good boy.”
Benjamin’s dick throbbed against Foster’s erection. The fact they were only separated by the thin fabric and the sheet made him shiver. “May I have a spanking for being impatient this morning, Master?”
God and Goddess! There was something about having to ask to get your ass beat, especially when over a knee, that melted Benjamin’s brain into a pile of horny mush.
“Of course you can. I suppose your zeal, however flattering, needs to be addressed.” Foster squeezed both asscheeks twice and then started spanking him.
These whacks were light compared to last night, but he could feel each biting sting just as much because— “Ow!”
Maybe not so light, and now they were building on the fire already just beneath the surface.
“Does your backside hurt?” Foster asked, as if he didn’t know the answer.
“Yes, Master.” Hearing the grin in Foster’s words made Benjamin shift—not to get away from the spanking but to get more.
“Good, I’m making your cute little butt all red. Mmmm, yes, keep twitching your ass. Your side-to-side movements help me pay attention to every inch of your sweet ass… such a pretty pink target.”
Benjamin would have happily painted a bull’s-eye on his butt for Foster, but there was no time or paint, so he thrust back to ensure his Master had complete access.
Foster spanked his ass hard and fast right in the center. Then after what felt like the millionth smack, he altered where his palm landed until he finally ended Benjamin’s punishment with a crack across both cheeks. “There you go.”
“Thank you, Master.” Benjamin hoped Foster hadn’t hurt his hand. Maybe next time he could use one of the paddles Benjamin kept under his bed.
“Your poor little ass is back to my favorite color… red.” Foster caressed Benjamin’s ass in a way that emphasized the stinging pain he had caused.
Benjamin’s cock insistently throbbed against Foster’s erection. The slightest pressure had become a wonderful torture. Not his first rodeo, he knew what was expected and was more than happy to ask, “May I serve you, Master?”
“What are you suggesting, my sweet boy?” Foster seemed to love making him say the words.
“May I suck you off, Master?” Offering a service which would postpone or possibly even prevent his orgasm fed a deep need in Benjamin.
Foster helped Benjamin kneel back down on the pillow and then uncovered his swollen erection. “That would be most welcome.”
“Thank you, Master.” Benjamin licked Foster’s tip and gathered the sweetness on his tongue.
Moaning, Foster leaned down and patted Benjamin’s super-sore ass. He started to roll onto his back but paused. Grinning, he toyed with the front of Benjamin’s apron.
“Oh, Master.” The gesture reminded Benjamin of his place. He thrust closer to the attention. The teasing made his erection ache and increased his suffering, making everything that much hotter, and amplified his urgent need to please his Master.
Foster tucked his hands behind his head. “This is perfect.”
Wholeheartedly, Benjamin agreed, and showed Foster with his mouth. He licked down to Foster’s balls, and then flicked his tongue back to the tip. Teasing the crown, and himself, before he let his mouth cover Foster.
Groaning, Foster grabbed Benjamin’s head, and instead of pressing his lips down to his base, he simply ran his fingers through Benjamin’s hair. “Such a good boy. Thanking me for spanking your bottom.”
The humiliating words along with the joy of Foster’s cock in his mouth liquefied Benjamin’s mind.
Focus!
He pushed his mouth down and stayed down, proud that he could deep-throat with the best of them. Swallowing around Foster’s shaft made him gag and Foster moan. So he forced Foster’s cock to hit the back of his throat again and again. Tears ran down his face so Foster could enjoy the tightness of his gag reflex.
The sounds of a filthy back-alley blowjob filled his bedroom.
“So good, my Benjamin.” Foster’s words recoated every action and exchange between them in affection.
Foster groaned and shuddered as he filled Benjamin’s mouth. He timed his sucks with the pulsing to finish off his Master in the most satisfying way he could.
Benjamin rested his cheek against Foster’s thigh as the world resettled around him. His physical frustration pulsed in his cock but there was a serenity in this moment of simply being with Foster.
Foster’s grin appeared a bit evil as he reached down. He trailed a hand over Benjamin’s erection, and then he slapped Benjamin’s ass twice. “That was a gratifying start to the day. Now let’s take a shower.”
“Yes, Master.” Benjamin pressed his lips together so he wouldn’t beg for permission to come.
Foster kissed him and then gestured for Benjamin to step into the shower. He followed and shut the door.
Benjamin wasn’t sure if he should shower or help Foster or—
“Let me wash my good boy.” Foster washed and rinsed Benjamin’s hair and then his own.
After soaping a washcloth, Foster ran the bubbly fabric around Benjamin’s neck, down his back, and over his ass. “Oh, my poor baby. Bend over and spread your bright red cheeks for me.”
Dying a thousand deaths, Benjamin leaned forward and held his ass open.
Foster slipped a soapy finger in and wiggled. “We’ve got to make sure we get you all clean.”
Benjamin flinched and moaned. Foster’s enticing finger hit all the most delicious spots, making the invasion necessary for Benjamin’s next breath. He thrust his dick into the empty air.
“Aw, my poor little o
ne. You’re still all sore in your back hole, aren’t you?”
This light humiliation aroused Benjamin down to his very soul. “Yes, Master.”
“Mmmm. Well, we need to clean you thoroughly.” Foster proceeded to finger him until Benjamin trembled with unspent need.
“Oh dear Goddess.” Benjamin couldn’t stop pushing back even though the movement made his frustration worse because it wasn’t enough.
“Turn around, and let’s see what all this moaning is about.” Foster’s calm voice was an anchor for Benjamin to latch on to… even though Foster was the one making him insane.
Benjamin stepped around so he faced Foster. He tightened his muscles as he tried not to shake with arousal. The thought of not being allowed to come turned him on like crazy, but he might die from the actuality of such a fate.
“Here, let me wash your front.” Foster scrubbed his chest, paying special attention to his nipples.
Fuck! The piping hot circles Foster made around his nipples. “Please, Master.”
“Please what, Benjamin?” Foster’s calm lack of urgency ramped up Benjamin to insane levels of horniness.
Dare he ask for what he yearned for?
Don’t let me come. Let me come. Pinch my nipples.
His mind was in chaos as he stared at Foster with an open mouth.
Then the obvious struck.
There was no decision he had to make. He simply needed to submit to Foster and allow his Master to take care of him. Relaxing as much as he could, he simply surrendered. “Please, Master, do with me as you will.”
Foster growled. “Your struggle to submit is exquisite to watch. The contentment that eventually encompasses you when you finally let go and surrender to me is thrilling. I love that we can give this to each other.”
“Thank you, Master.” Shaking with need, craving more… of everything, Benjamin had faith in Foster as a Master… as his Master to read what he longed for and to give him what he truly needed.
Foster kissed his forehead. “But it’s time to continue.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Are you still hard from your spanking? Or is this from me fingering your ass?” Foster gave him a sexy smirk that said he knew all of Benjamin’s secrets, even the ones he hid from himself.
“I don’t know, Master. Probably both. And from sucking you off.” Giving a blowjob after a spanking was on the top of every sub’s dirty fantasy list, but add this prolonged teasing and probably denial—
Foster wrapped a soapy hand around Benjamin’s erection. “You’re so hard. Does your cock ache?”
“It does, Master.” He loved calling Foster Master. The word grounded him and kept him focused. He willingly allowed this to happen, and happily invited his Master to continue any way he saw fit.
Circling the crown, Foster glided his soapy hand over the tip of Benjamin’s erection. “You like me making it hurt for you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” There was no longer any shame. Benjamin reveled in finding someone he could trust with so much over him. Benjamin’s eyes fluttered shut, but he opened them immediately, not wanting to miss a second of what Foster did to him.
“Good, I like it too. Should I make your cock throb with frustration some more?” He stroked Benjamin’s dick twice.
Benjamin leaned against the cool gray tiles of his shower, but they did nothing to calm his burning desire.
Foster stroked once. “Well, Benjamin?”
“As you wish, Master.” He was not only encouraging his own suffering but welcoming it as a balm soothing his soul.
Stretching up, Foster kissed him on the mouth. “Good boy.”
The praise made Benjamin feel light as air. “Thank you, Master.”
Foster tugged Benjamin’s shaft in firm strokes, making him shiver. Would he be allowed to come?
He gasped. Benjamin hoped he hadn’t waited too long to ask, “Master, may I come?”
All cock stimulation stopped. “No, I don’t think so.”
For one horrible moment, Benjamin was sure Foster’s words would make him come. A ruined orgasm at this point would be tragic. Coming without permission would devastate him. Not obeying would make him feel inadequate, and shooting without an orgasm was physically terrible. He focused all his energy into not losing control.
His cock throbbed, but Foster’s grip stopped his body’s intention. Finally, after several tense moments, Benjamin had regained his self-control and whispered, “Thank you, Master.”
“You’re very welcome, now out you go.” Foster’s teasing smirk, along with a smack on Benjamin’s ass, ramped him right back up almost to the edge.
Foster settled Benjamin in bed with a sheet over him, his cock on prominent display like the big tent circus was in town.
His Master cuddled him close and opened his phone. He started reading aloud a feel-good news story.
Benjamin couldn’t understand the words. He absorbed the calm cadence of Foster’s voice, allowing him his next breath without begging to come.
He’d never been this frustrated or so contented before. He was someplace between this world and Heaven. Horny but relaxed. Dying to come but loving the feeling of denial, and getting all of his Master’s attention was pure magic.
His Master tapped him on the shoulder and repeated his order. “Benjamin, move so I can play with your cock. After so much sex, I don’t want to get mine sore. I’ll want to fuck you later.”
What? A tear slipped out of the corner of Benjamin’s eye, but he hurried to get into the best position that gave Foster comfortable access to his dick. He surrendered his body to be Foster’s plaything.
Foster caressed Benjamin’s tip with featherlight touches. He painted the wetness leaking all around the top of his cock.
Benjamin was locked into a never-ending blissful torment. The feeling had moved past orgasm to a place where satisfaction was in his Master’s touch and attention.
He tried not to writhe and thrash about, but when Foster’s licked palm encircled his cock, he had no control. Grinding back against the bed made his spanked ass remind him he’d been punished.
“Do you want to come, Benjamin?”
His body begged him to say yes, but he wanted to be worthy of his new Master. “Whatever pleases you, Master. I’m yours.”
And in that moment, Benjamin hoped his Master would keep him.
“Such a good boy. Your complete surrender humbles me. Come for me, my precious pet.”
His Master wanted him to find completion of these blissful feelings. The words, combined with perfectly timed tugs of his cock, sent Benjamin into a sudden orgasm.
He let go and came in glorious waves of release.
Foster kissed his head and then his mouth. “Thank you, my sweet one, for giving me that.”
Benjamin nuzzled closer to him, positive he should say more, but all he could do was cling to his Master.
Countless minutes later when he was safe and secure in his Master’s arms, Benjamin asked, “This afternoon, do you want to hand out some hats and gloves to folks who need them?”
“Yes, of course. I’d love to do that. Do you go with an organization or—”
“Nope. Throughout the year, I make hats and gloves, and I buy a ton in offseason. So when winter rolls around, I’m ready and can hand them out to the people who are homeless in our area.”
“That’s amazing.” Foster looked at Benjamin like he’d admitted to doing miracles.
Benjamin shrugged, and they lapsed into a comfortable silence.
Until Foster grinned at him. “Which is better, the fantasy or reality?”
Benjamin knew he referred to the scene they had finished, but he wanted to say something bigger. “Right now, I feel like my current reality has been pretty close to my fantasy.”
“Do you now?” Foster smiled, and his cheeks got a bit pinker.
Benjamin was never one to shy away from the truth. “I do.”
Foster kissed his forehead. “Good. I do too.”
They’d given out all the hats and gloves except for one pair.
Foster pointed halfway down the block, where a man sat against the building clutching a camo bag. They fought the wind to reach him.
“Sir, would you like a hat?” Benjamin held out the last hat in forest green.
The man stood and assessed Benjamin as if he was trying to determine if the gift was a trick. He snatched the knitted cap and pulled it onto his head, then gave a weary, “Thanks.”
“Gloves?” Foster held out a store-bought pair.
“Really?” The man’s eyes darted up and down the street.
Holding them closer to the man, Foster said, “Of course.”
“I appreciate it.” The man took them. “It’s been cold this week.”
Foster held out his hand.
The man stared at Foster’s offered hand as he slipped on the gloves. He took a step back and analyzed Foster.
Not deterred, Foster dropped his hand and asked, “Were you in the military?”
“Yeah, they sent me overseas….” The man’s expression held a level of misery and loss Benjamin couldn’t even contemplate.
“Ever work construction?” Foster asked the question Benjamin wondered, because even through the guy’s tattered coat, there was no hiding he looked like he could swing a hammer.
The man nodded but didn’t quite make eye contact with either of them. “Yeah, before…. A lifetime ago.”
“My name’s Foster Ridgeway, and this is Benjamin Morgan.” Foster reached into his pocket and held out a card for the man. “If you stop by this address on Monday, we’ll have some work for you, if you’re interested.”
“Really? I ain’t got no phone number you can call… and well… look at me.” The man gestured to his rumpled appearance, but he took the card between his gloved fingers.