Chapter 3 Cain
CAIN
I’d been watching him since he was dragged in by his friend. The feisty one. The one who flopped into Mark’s lap and practically attacked his chest. That boy was fearless.
His friend, on the other hand, was shy.
Tentative.
Curious.
Even from across the room, I could feel his eyes on me long before I started staring back.
He was cute with just a hint of facial hair that was a stark dichotomy to the Little side that was slowly emerging as he played with frosting and sprinkles at the cookie table.
My years in corporate training gave me an edge when it came to reading people from across a room. I was an expert at spotting someone who was bored or thought they knew more than the instructor. And when someone was curious but too shy to ask a question, that was easy to spot too.
This guy was definitely in that category. It was obvious he wanted to know more about what we were doing at the kinky milk bar that Primal contracted The Lactin Brotherhood to staff…but it was also obvious he wasn’t gonna come over without some encouragement.
I’d done these for a few years, and they were always fun and a great way to educate people about the growing phenomenon of male lactation. But a lot of the guys used these gigs to pick up clients…or dates.
We weren’t technically allowed to solicit or proposition the club’s clientele.
I’d never considered breaking those stipulations during past events, but this boy looked like he needed a hug and a warm lap to cuddle in.
Even though I had a boy in my arms, giggling at the unexpectedly sweet flavor of my milk, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the boy by the cookies.
Every time I glanced up, he was looking at me too. At first, he’d immediately turn away when he got caught, but after a while, he stopped pretending and just kept his eyes on me as he chomped on sugary cookies.
Cute.
Cookie Boy’s friend wasn’t afraid to flop into Mark’s lap and go to town. When he was done, he marched back to his friend and was obviously encouraging the boy to take a turn. They whispered, argued, and then after I practically waved him over myself, they finally shuffled over to me.
The friend was obviously the extrovert of the two. “I’m Stevie, and this is my best friend, Benji.” He paused for a moment and looked at me. “And you are?”
I grinned and held out my hand to Stevie.
“I’m Cain.” I considered introducing myself as Daddy Cain, the way I’d done with all the other guests for the night, but I held that back.
It wasn’t required by the club to use the honorarium, but it usually helped to put the boys and girls at ease when they were meeting me for the first time.
It wasn’t meant as anything more than a “Daddy for the night” extension of the scene.
But this moment wasn’t part of a scene. This was a genuine moment.
I turned to the boy I’d been watching and held my hand out to him. “It’s nice to meet you, Benji.”
“You too, Mr. Cain, sir.” He chewed the tip of his thumb and kept glancing at my chest. I was wearing a red Santa vest that was hanging open for easy access. “I was just wondering…does it hurt?”
“Hurt?” I followed his gaze down to my left nipple and instinctively ran my palm over it then pressed against my pec until a bead of white milk blossomed from the tip.
“Not at all. It’s as natural as breathing or sneezing.
It’s just something my body has decided to do.
” I patted the open space beside me on the sofa. “Would you like to try it out?”
His eyes went wide, and he sucked in a deep breath. “Do you have any milk left? I’ve seen a lot of people in your lap tonight.”
The guys at TLB called guys like me a super-producer.
As such, I could feed fifty people before needing to take a break to hydrate and grab a snack.
I was only on number twelve for the evening, so I wasn’t at any risk of running dry.
Besides, most of the people who visited with me just took a few sips before scurrying off with pink cheeks and a hard dick to be handled by their partners.
There was definitely something sensual and erotic about chestfeeding if you allowed it to be. That was what made it such a popular attraction at kink events.
“I’ve got plenty, if you want a simple taste.” I winked. “After all those cookies, you could probably use some milk in your tummy.”
Benji nodded slowly as Stevie tugged his arm. “See, he was watching you. Told’ja so.”
“But I’ve never—” Benji looked like he might bolt. “Don’t know how.”
I looked at him directly and then spread my hand across the couch. “There’s no wrong way to start. I’ll tell you how and you can stop at any time.”
Benji looked at his friend and seemed to have a silent conversation with him before stepping closer. “Okay. Just a taste.”
“You set the pace, kiddo.” I leaned back and gave him space to get comfortable.
Benji carefully climbed onto the sofa, facing the back, and then turned to me. “What should…”
I held up my palms and moved them closer to his shoulders. “May I?”
He swallowed and nodded, leaning into me.
I helped him get comfortable in my lap with his head resting in the crook of my arm.
“When you’re ready, you can put your lips here…
” I traced the top and bottom of my areola and then used my palm to squeeze the broad muscle to start the flow of milk.
“Some boys just want to lick the drips and some want to drink.”
It took a second for his eyes to meet mine again. “I’d like a real drink, if that’s okay.”
“Absolutely.” I leaned close to him and whispered conspiratorily in his ear. “That would actually help me out because I’m pretty full. All the sip-and-go action has me ready to burst. If I don’t drain a bit, I’ll need to take a break to pump so the skin isn’t so tight.”
“Oh.” His eyes were back at my nipple, and he didn’t look away when the drop that had been building there fell down to my belly. “So, I just suck?”
“Yep.” I slipped my free hand behind his head, threading my fingers in his soft hair, and gently nudged him forward. “Suck hard at first and then use your tongue under the skin to help draw the milk out.”
Benji stared at my nipple for a long time before he finally put it to his lips, and tentatively pulled. When the first few drops hit his tongue, his gaze shot up to mine in surprise, like he wasn’t expecting it.
“That’s right, sweetheart.” I pulled him closer, getting comfortable with him in my arms and across my lap. “Take as much or as little as you want.”
He sipped again, and his eyes slowly drifted shut as he relaxed against me and really started to suck. By the way his throat was working, I knew he was getting a steady flow…and liking it.
That was the moment I loved. When someone finally let down their walls and just took what they wanted without worrying about what others might think.
Benji’s hand slid under my vest and he gripped my side, holding on to me as if I might push him away at any second. There was no chance that would happen.
Without realizing it, I massaged the back of his head, caressing him through his soft locks until his sucking slowed down and I was sure he’d fallen asleep.
Normally, I’d gently wake him up so the next person in line could get their turn, but I didn’t want the next person.
I wanted to enjoy this quiet moment with a sweet boy for a little bit longer.
I wanted to pretend this was real and we were in my apartment and he’d fallen asleep on my lap after his evening snack.
My staring must have been a heavy weight on him because he startled awake and pulled off my chest. “Oh, sorry.”
Before he jumped up, I hugged him against me and inhaled the scent of his shampoo. “So, how was it?”
He looked at me and didn’t drop his gaze. “So good. Way better than I thought…and I thought it would be pretty amazing.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I gently lifted him so he was sitting beside me. “The Lactin Brotherhood provides information about private sessions, milk deliveries, and group events. Feel free to reach out anytime.”
“Oh.” His expression changed, and he looked upset. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.”
Before I could put together what had just happened, he was rushing over to his friend, and they headed toward the door.
Fuck.