Matthew and Midnight
#6 of Other Stories
(Meta note: because I'm busy, I'm just putting up a sketch I wrote for Geneseepaws while I work on my next complex story. All characters created by him, used with permission.)
Matthew and Midnight
Midnight got out of his car, and stood in the parking lot by the entrance. It wasn't much of an entrance, really; it was just where the tickets to the street fair were handed out, and the police had put up fences across the sidewalks everywhere else. In fact, what made it a parking lot instead of a through street was nothing but a sign and two pieces of concrete.
This only came by twice a year, and so when it so happened that another date was suggested to him, he decided that is where they should go. He had offered to pick Matthew up, but he'd said no. Midnight didn't know why -- but found out as soon as he saw Matthew walking toward him.
The skunk, who said he was 17, was just as unkempt as he was when they had met at the club briefly. His fur was unkempt, his clothes were dirty, and if Midnight wasn't mistaken, he was wearing the very same pair of jeans as he did when Midnight first saw him. It said one thing to Midnight: homeless. Not uncommon for young men whose parents were less than accepting about them.
Midnight fixed his gaze upon him, until the skunk would look in his direction. It only took a moment for him to see the black jaguar, and was immediately drawn to him. Midnight smiled when their eyes met. He was looking forward to seeing if Matthew would be as submissive on a date as he was in the club.
He made a plan to let Matthew have fun; but not as much fun as he was probably imagining. No, a certain amount of that fun would be replaced by Midnight's fun -- of an utterly different, and much less socially acceptable sort.
Matthew, on the other hand, was only thinking one thing: that black jaguar, who stepped out of the very nice car, was his date. His heart was pounding, and a nervous smile appeared on his muzzle without thinking about it, as he walked toward the attractive male.
Once the two of them met, and Midnight looked down at him, Matthew found his tongue tied.
"Well well," Midnight offered with his own, much more assured smile, "look who this is."
The skunk smiled, and almost blushed. "Do you want me to call you Master?" he asked.
Midnight's smile broadened. "That would be nice, but not too loud."
Matthew nodded.
When they got to the line, Midnight bought two tickets, and Matthew a "half off" bracelet. Matthew wasn't sure why, at first, but when he felt Midnight put it around his wrist, he tugged on it in a stern way. Matthew got the gentle message: for the date, he was owned. This was simply more subtle than a collar.
When they walked into the crowd noise and music, Matthew's eyes wondered as he let himself be gently led by Midnight's strong hand on his shoulder. He was quite distracted by the sights -- but more than that, wondering if this date would have something special at the end. He remembered that Midnight had been somewhat forward with him at the club, and so had high hopes for today.
Midnight first led Matthew to the food vendors. "You can have anything you want," offered Midnight with a sweeping gesture, as if he were the personal owner of all the stands set up. "Anything from popcorn, to cotton candy."
Matthew looked around for a moment, before his eyes settled wordlessly on the cotton candy. He tried to walk toward it, letting Midnight's hand stop him at first, but Midnight soon let him. But once they were there, he ordered for the two of them. Matthew did not protest -- especially when Midnight got Matthew the largest size they had.
But as Matthew was eating, and not really paying attention to the next stand Midnight brought him do, suddenly a large drink was put into his hands -- very large, 96 ounces. Matthew looked up at him, surprised, but Midnight answered him.
"You don't have to drink it all at once," Midnight stated nonchalantly, "but you might want to start sipping on it."
Matthew accepted it awkwardly, but said nothing. He would rather eat than talk back at the moment.
They walked all the way down 6th avenue, quite a trip of more than half a mile. Matthew ate the entire time, and didn't rush either his mouth or his feet. He just let the sights -- and smells, most of which were pleasant -- wash over him during the walk. His master for the day did not make him walk fast, which was a good sign.
They were heading, Matthew soon discovered, to the opposite end of the fair, where there was a stage set up. They got to a pair of folding chairs, just as act 1 of a play was starting. As Matthew was about to sit down, Midnight pulled him into his lap. Matthew was a little surprised, but did not object. He considered it more reason to be excited, because it was another indication that Midnight wanted to be "physical" with him.
With his date being so incredibly forward, Matthew found it hard to concentrate on the play. Matthew could tell it was one of the Ancient Sagas based on the funny way everyone talked, but otherwise couldn't really follow. He didn't see much that was worth following, as he sipped on his drink absent-mindedly.
What he did get also didn't really interest him. The gist was a problem that he did not have in his life: two males falling in love with the same female. And rather than simply doing the logical thing and making it a threesome, both insisted that they alone ought to have her. Matthew found that picture much more appealing -- and distracting in his mind.
At act 2, when he got to the bottom of both his drink and his cotton candy, he began to wonder just how long this darn thing was -- wondering somewhat enhanced by Midnight's "shifting around". That, in his mind, was a signal that his legs and/or crotch were somewhat uncomfortable -- perhaps because he needed Matthew to "fix" something, the skunk thought.
The thought so excited him, and so tied up his imagination as the play continued on in front of him without his watching, that he didn't actually notice that it was intermission until the fursons on the left of the two of them stood up.
"Stand up," directly Midnight gently.
Matthew was quite excited as he did so. He just hoped that the tent that had formed is his pants already didn't show through. And when he did, then his body reminded him that he'd drank 96 ounces of liquid in the past half hour. It was this which he considered important to deal with during Intermission.
"Master, --"
"Quiet," instructed Midnight.
Matthew was quiet -- for all of 5 seconds. After all, this was not a request for mating, he had to pee. And this was something that it was important to explain this to Midnight.
"Um, Master, I --"
"I said shut up!" the cat snarled, and gave Matthew a look so sharp, that it made him close his mouth. His look was clear: it didn't matter why Matthew said something, to him.
Matthew did shut up, and got more nervous. He had to find some way to signal his master that he needed to find a restroom. Otherwise, he would -- no, he wouldn't even think about that. Either way, Midnight would be quite upset with him. And making Midnight upset was not what he wanted to do.
Unfortunately, it was hard for him to think straight with the urge to pee continuing to bother him. He tried something simple, tapping Midnight on the shoulder to get his attention, but that resulted in a similar reply: "not now." Once again, it didn't seem to matter what the subject was, and that is what bothered Matthew. If only he knew, he kept thinking to himself.
He tried one more desperate attempt to get Midnight's attention. He tapped him on the shoulder, and when Midnight turned to tell him off, he put his hands on his crotch, and crossed his knees, like a little kid would, to tell him without words.
But Midnight's response was no different. "I told you already, not now!" He insisted sharply. "And if you bother me again, you will be punished! Do you understand!?"
Matthew was astonished, his mind taking a moment to believe Midnight had just told him that. Not sure what to do, he just stupidly nodded. As intermission ended, they sat down again, Matthew still on Midnight's lap and more uncomfortable than ever.
Now, he couldn't concentrate at all on the play. His mind seemed to be entirely occupied by the filling sensation of his bladder as the pressure continued to increase. He cursed himself for drinking absent-mindedly; were it not for that, this wouldn't have happened.
But the pressure just continued to build. Soon, it was tied with the worst he had ever had to go, and that was when he was a kid. Unable to resist what his body was screaming at him to do, he leaned back to whisper -- and had his mouth covered by Midnight's hand.
"Are you going to do as your master says, or aren't you?" he snarled in a whisper to Matthew's hear. "Your master has told you to shut up, not bother him, and hold it. Now do that, or you will be punished!"
Matthew whimpered, as tears appeared in the corner of his eyes. It seemed like Midnight was destining him to failure. He knew he couldn't hold it much longer; the discomfort in his bladder was building to a new level, turning into a rather serious pain. It was all he could do to not think about anything -- to stare blankly at the stage before him, and forget about the pain he felt.
And once his mind had left, it seemed like only a moment before the fursons around him got up again.
"Okay," directed Midnight, "let's go."
Matthew quickly got up, and walked as quickly as he could toward the porta-potties about 10 feet away. But Midnight pulled on his wrist, and stopped him. "Uh uh," he directed, "this way."
Matthew was too busy thinking about how much he had to pee to resist. He just followed Midnight, who was walking quickly. On one hand, it was good, because the faster Matthew could get to a bathroom the better. On the other hand, he felt like he would lose it if he went too fast. The result was quite a delicate balance between speed and control -- and based on the constant dragging on his wrist, it was clearly slower than Midnight would have preferred.
Midnight dragged him past the stands, past the food vendors, all the way to the opposite side of everything. Only then did another set of porta-potties came into view. And this time, Midnight was taking him straight for one. Relief, Matthew told himself, was just a few feet away... so close...
Midnight released his hand right in front of a group of three, and he went straight for the only one unoccupied. He got into it, pulled down his pants --
Well, half way. Before he could lock the door, Midnight suddenly forced his way in when the door bounced, knocking the skunk onto the filthy toilet seat, pants still around his thighs.
"Hey!" he cried out in shock.
Midnight, however, just locked the door behind him, and stood hulkingly in front of the skunk.
"Now!" he snarled with a vicious grin, "your master has real control. Because either he can make you piss your pants, and wear the shameful stain the entire rest of the day, or he can let you pull down your pants and pee in the toilet like a big boy... depending on how well you obey him."
Matthew was so terrified, it was all he could do not to wet himself at this very moment. "Dear Green Man," he begged, "I'll do anything, if you'll just get me out of --"
"Hush Matthew," growled Midnight. And Matthew, being in his state of terror and weakness, shut up as his blush filled his facial fur.
"You promise to do as I say?"
"Yes," he whined.
"Anything?"
"Anything, master," he replied, trying to sound extra submissive.
Midnight gave a vicious, wicked smile -- just like he gave Matthew at the club once or twice. "Then," he instructed, calmly unzipping his pants, and pulling his furry dick from his underwear, "put this in your mouth."
Matthew didn't take even a second thought to lean forward, and wrap his lips gently around it. He got a little bit hard the moment his muzzle touched the dick, one of his favorite tastes, and that helped him with his bladder control.
"Now, you may pull down your pants -- but not pee yet, or you'll be punished."
Matthew was careful, making sure that Midnight's member was not bitten or pulled, as he leaned a little forward, and scooted down his pants. Then, he slowly sat his black-furred butt sit on the seat, and his dick hang in the hole -- which was about halfway hard, in spite of his dire need to urinate.
"So, because you have promised to do anything, you will hold your head still, while I fuck you... and if you wish, during that you may pee."
Matthew gasped into the dick as he shifted himself a little, and released. The moment the water began to audibly trickle out of him, Midnight's dick started moving in and out of his mouth. Matthew, as directed, held his head steady while the liquid rushed out of him.
Matthew was so full, it took quite some time for a change to register; full to a little less full didn't feel different. He had peed, and let Midnight fuck his mouth, for a good 20 seconds before he felt his bladder pressure actually drop, to a lower level. That got him to sigh, as a sense of relief washed over him; the pressure, at last, would be gone soon.
Matthew got another 20 seconds of a solid stream trickling out of him, before it finally slowed, and stopped. Midnight, he only now noticed, was starting to precum, but wasn't finished by any stretch of the imagination.
"Now suck on it, slave," he growled lustily through heavy breath, as his thrusts got faster, and the member got sticker.
Matthew gladly put his mouth into it, realizing the sex he knew would happen (anticipated?) since that first or second act of the play. And the moment he realized he was enjoying it, and his cock had gotten completely hard, Midnight gasped, groaned, and exploded into his mouth.
"Good boy," Midnight moaned quietly as Matthew swallowed the seed oozed from him, "very good boy. I'm definitely taking you home with me tonight."
Matthew was stunned -- but before he could even think, he replied, "yes master." And that would be that.
The End.