Chapter 2 Benji
BENJI
Stevie bounced at the edge of the curb, scanning the sidewalk as we tried to time the gaps in the raindrops.
“I’m so glad you came, Benji. You seriously need—” His hand fluttered in the air like he couldn’t find a word big enough.
“Well, you need this. I’ve been watching their set-up pics, and it’s fuckin’ extra. You’re gonna die.”
I nodded and tried to focus on the discreet entrance sign on the other side of the street.
“They’re always extra, Stevie.” I exhaled though puffed cheeks and prepared myself for the chaos.
“Last time, we drank eggnog out of a dog bowl. I’m telling you right now, I'm not doing anything like that on stage.”
“That was two years ago, and I recall you lapping it up like a good boy.” Stevie grinned and reached for my hand. “Don’t pretend you don’t wanna be here. The ‘Daddy Dom for Christmas’ party is the best one of the year. How else are we gonna find hot Daddies to take care of us?”
I’m not. I didn’t say that, but I definitely thought it.
Stevie was popular and had the luxury of being picky with men. I wasn't so lucky.
Apparently, I gave off a snobby vibe that most men weren't attracted to. In reality, I wasn't snobby at all, but terrified and snobby seemed to be interchangeable for me. So, I didn't have high hopes for the evening. Or the rest of my life. “Just…don’t peer-pressure me into doing something stupid.”
He laughed as we crossed the street, aiming straight for the door. “I’m definitely gonna peer-pressure you into doing something good for yourself, so just accept that I know what’s best for you and follow my lead.”
“I’m here to support you.” I jogged beside him but looked away, with my teeth worrying at the goatee I’d grown as part of my mask of adulthood. “You do the crazy stuff, and I’ll live vicariously. That’s our deal.”
“Deals were made to be broken!” He lunged against the door and pushed it open. “Now get your ass inside, or I’m texting pics of your Christmas jammies to your mother.”
The threat worked. My mother had experienced enough trauma in her life. Photos of her only surviving son in red footies with a reindeer butt-flap at a kink club would drive her to an early grave. “Go!”
The second we were inside the main lounge room, the scents of sugar, sweat, and latex all seemed to blend together.
It was oddly calming. As we passed a Santa holding a paddle, he handed us each a huge candy cane and asked if we wanted to be naughty or nice.
Stevie practically tackled the man, already showing his naughty side by sneaking a second candy cane.
But I just smiled and kept walking, keeping my head down and my eyes averted.
The main room was packed, so we didn’t linger. We kept walking toward the nursery in the back where the Daddy events usually happened. A tiny shred of tension lifted from my shoulders when we saw three human puppies wrestling in a pile of gift-wrapped boxes in the corner. They were so cute.
When we got into the nursery, I stopped for a minute to take it all in. A “milk bar” was set up on a riser against the far wall, and I wanted to check it out, but I was too afraid of being noticed to inch closer.
“You’ve gotta try it with me!” Stevie grabbed my hand and started dragging me in that direction.
“Try what?” I wasn’t sure what I was looking at, but I didn’t resist his pull. “What is a milk bar, anyway?”
Several Doms were positioned on the sofas in various states of undress and each was cradling a Little in their lap with either a baby bottle in hand or the Little’s head pressed to their chest.
“These guys make milk. Like, actual milk you can drink.” Stevie pointed to a sign on the table that said the milk bar was compliments of The Lactin Brotherhood. “Let’s try it.”
Try it! What the hell did that mean? “Like, drink it?” My knees went out for a second, and I had to catch myself from falling.
“Exactly!”
A line of Littles squirmed on the sidelines, waiting for their turn at the lactation station. My jaw fell open as I let that sink in. They were going to drink from these Daddies.
“Told you this was gonna be a game-changer. I didn’t even know these guys existed until I saw it in the newsletter.” He elbowed me, almost knocking me into a go-go elf passing by with a tray of Jell-O shots and juice boxes.
I tried to swallow and then cleared my throat. “I guess I need to start reading the newsletter.”
“I’ve been saying that for years!” Stevie smacked my arm and then leaned closer, dropping his tone to a confessional hush. “Just one little taste. Think of it as a warm bottle but…attached to a hot Daddy.”
“You go first and tell me how it is.” I forced a smile and took a step back. “I’ll be watching from the cookie decorating table.” The table in question was littered with frosting tubes, edible glitter, and sugar cookies cut into NSFW shapes.
“You and your crafts.” Stevie huffed but didn’t argue. “You’re gonna wish you did this with me.”
That was probably true, but I still needed some time to think about it.
Stevie went to the back of the line, and I dropped down at one of the tables with a clear view of two milking Daddies.
One was tall and thin and more clean-cut than I usually went for.
The other was broad and tatted and exactly my type.
Well, the type I fantasized about. I’d never actually had a man like him before.
With 99% of my attention on the tatted-up milk Daddy, I uncapped the tube of blue icing and grabbed a star cookie.
I took a bite of the cookie before I started covering the remaining four points with icing.
It wasn’t pretty, but it was delicious. I know that because as soon as it was covered in glitter, I gobbled up the rest and looked for Stevie.
Stevie was next in line, and part of me hoped he’d get matched up with the tattooed guy so he could tell me about him. But a much bigger part of me didn’t want Stevie anywhere near my tat Daddy.
He wasn’t mine, of course, but I still placed a silent and unbinding claim on the man I couldn’t keep my eyes off. As I was chomping up the last crumbs of my cookie, I looked up and saw him looking at me.
Did he know I’d been staring at him?
My eyes immediately went down to the table, but I only had the strength to keep my gaze averted for a few seconds before looking up again and catching him still watching me. His eyes were on me for a long moment before he winked. Maybe at me. Maybe at someone near or behind me. Didn’t matter.
I smiled and felt my whole body warm up from the attention.
When I finally had the ability to check on Stevie, he was just getting comfortable in the lap of a bald Daddy who was partially obscured from my view. Good. Stevie liked bald. I didn’t mind it either, but that guy had nothing on my guy.
Instinct took my gaze to him, and just as I looked over, my tat Daddy locked eyes with me and cocked his head as if summoning me to join him. But that would be crazy because the only reason for me to join him would be if I were planning to…take a drink.
Time must have gone into some sort of weird zoomie warp because it seemed like only one more second passed before Stevie was at my side again, giddy with milk. “You’ve got to try it. It’s amazing.”
I pulled my lip up between my teeth and glanced toward the sofa. “What’s it taste like?”
“Like heaven!” He laughed and grabbed a handful of sprinkles and tossed them into his mouth. “Seriously, you’ll love it. It’s like warm cereal milk. Sweet and delicious.”
“Hmm…” I swallowed hard and kept my stare locked on the man I’d never speak to but was already in love with. “Nice.”
He went quiet, and I knew I’d been caught. “I knew it!” Stevie stood up and pulled me to my feet. “You want to, and you need it. You’re going, young man.”
My natural instinct was to pull away and refuse to take a single step, but I couldn’t. There was only one thing my body wanted and only one person it wanted it from. “Just a taste.”