Yes Sir

Terms and Conditions

“Brian? You have a Doctor David Fox on line 2 for you.” My secretary looked at me inquisitively, pausing to see my response as I looked at her blankly.

“Uh. Okay.” I said, frowning. I didn’t know a Dr. David Fox. A moment of panic seeped through me as I grabbed the phone, suddenly worried about the state of my family. I waited for her to leave, closing my door behind her and pressed line 2 and spoke my name into the phone.

“How’s my boy recovering?” I heard the deep, gruff voice say on the other end.

“Sorry?” I asked quickly, not sure I heard him right. My heart suddenly began to pump loudly in my chest for a different reason.

“I take it you found my tip?” His voice was deep but soft, almost too quiet, but definitely familiar as my mind flashed to the hairy muscle beast of a man that “bought” me last weekend at Max Semenov’s secret club. The man that had led me by the hand to that room. The man that had pinned me right up against the wall and fucked me fast with that first insertion. The man that had then picked me up effortlessly and entered me again, bouncing me on his shaft as we stood near the door. The man that had then tossed me onto the bed to drag me to the end of it to come at me again. Until he pushed me further up the bed, crawling over it with me, and fucked me like a woman, to completion, breeding my ass at last.

And that was only round one.

I panicked, speechless as I held the receiver, wondering how this man could be on the phone with me. It was almost 4pm on a Thursday, only 6 days since I had found myself up for sale and “purchased” by the beast of a man. The man everyone at the club had called Doc, was now speaking to me on the other end, his name Dr. David Fox.

My body shivered in response, remembering the way he had used me for a full three hours that night, and how much I had enjoyed it. How dominant and in charge he was, how rough and forceful. And how I responded to every command, every name, every thrust. I woke up to find him gone, with $500 on the top of my pants with a small note saying he’d love to see me again. Secretly, I hoped I would.

I had returned to work on Monday, pushing everything from my mind. Still no Dennis Gibson, who seemed to be away on work related business, so I heard. I hadn’t heard from him at all, and now, this man from a sex club had tracked me down.

“How did you…?” I started to say before he cut me off.

“I have my ways. Max owes me a few favours. And I’m not surprised you work for Dennis.” There was a tone to his voice that I passed over, but something inside me was intrigued.

“You’re a doctor? Like a real doctor?”

He chuckled on the other end. “I thought it fair you knew my name since I found out yours. I figured you have just as much to lose.”

I gripped the phone at my ear and let out a small exhalation as I felt beads of sweat forming on my forehead. This was too much. I was in way too deep. I felt like I was 20 again, embarrassed and ashamed after I went wild and got too deep into a situation I couldn’t control. I swallowed hard and I turned away from the picture of my family on my desk.

“What do you want?” I asked quietly, not harshly, almost dejectedly.

He chuckled again and I heard him clear his throat. “It’s not like that don’t worry. I just thought…well, I had such a fantastic time with you I wanted to see you again.”

“You do?” I felt my heart still pounding even though I was trying to relax. He wasn’t out to get me. He was just out to have me. “I’m not sure I’ll be going back….”

But he cut me off. “Well, I don’t go to that club too often, only when I have time and can…well, you know…see what I’m getting. I’m willing to pay for what I want, but when I find it…well I’d rather NOT have to pay so much each time. And since you were new…I needed to find you and see if there was an arrangement that we could perhaps come to. That is…if you were open to it.”

There was silence on the line when he was done speaking, my mind reeling as I took in his ramblings. He was talking fast, almost nervous it seemed which was a stark contrast to the dominant man that was in total control last Friday night. The dominant man that I couldn’t stop thinking about. The controlling sexy muscle beast of a man that had taken my mind off Dennis Gibson completely and replaced it with him. The first load he gave me was after a flurry of positions. But the second time, when he slid into me from behind as we laid on the bed in that first afterglow was what sold me. The way he kissed me, held me, and slowly fucked me that time, never letting me go, whispering constantly into my ear about how I was his boy now. He took his time for that second explosion. We never switched position. He just slowly pumped his dick into me as lay there, me in his arms. Like we were lovers.

“Look, you’ve nothing to worry about,” he continued. “It took some effort to find out about you, but you’re safe with me. Trust me. It’s been a while since I found a perfect boy like you. And I’d rather have one at my fingertips than have to worry about finding one at the club. Plus, there’s the whole worry about safe and clean and all that. But the way you reacted, and the way you played along…well, I figured you just might feel the same.”

He wasn’t wrong. I was all over him. I couldn’t get enough of him. He reminded me of Dennis physically, but there was something more now. I was still mad at my boss, mad at Max, mad at the world. And here was this muscled beast who wanted me, who told me I was his now, who fucked me all over that room just like he said he would for the three hours he paid for me. We wore each other out, literally. I had passed out in his arms with multiple loads inside me. And the neatly scribbled note, all in caps, saying “I’D LOVE TO SEE YOU AGAIN. BE MY BOY. D” I thought “D” stood for Doc that everyone had called him. Now I knew it was David.

The words ‘love’ and ‘my’ had been underlined and had stuck with me. I jerked off Sunday night in my basement reliving the night, thinking about his muscular hairy body, and the way he looked at me. The way he remained inside me after he blew that second round in me. How his big hands moved over my smooth body in what seemed like a new admiration to him. The sight of him naked, sheer perfection in a man with his gym built body, big muscles and thick cock. How handsome he was with his mask off. How he called me ‘his boy’ the entire time. How he told me I was ‘his hole now.’ It was like I had found a replacement for Dennis Gibson already. And since Dennis was nowhere to be seen lately….

“You still there?” I heard his sexy deep voice ask, snapping me out of my daydream.

“Uh. Yeah. I am. Just processing.”

“Look I’ve never tracked anyone down like this before. I’m sure you don’t believe me but I’ve got a lot to lose here. I’m a professional with a family and I’ve got to be discreet. There was just…I don’t know…SOMETHING about you that has stayed with me.” He was talking faster, almost rambling as if he was trying hard to convince me he was a normal guy.

“I know the feeling.” I said in response. He was making me feel confident, making me relax. Here was a man who tracked me down because he wanted me that much.

“I guess I just wanted to see if you were interested, rather than visiting that club again on the off chance you’d be there too. Max was very evasive about your status, so I kept at him until I had some info on you. I’m sorry if I overstepped, but I’m a very determined and persistent man when I need to be. And I’m just….” He gave a big sigh on the other end and there was a pause.

“Just what?” I asked after a few seconds. I looked at my closed door, clearing my throat and pulled my chair up to my desk to concentrate.

He let out another long breath and he too cleared his throat. “I’m just tired of doing this. Sneaking out to find something. And I’m just hoping for something regular…some ONE regular. Someone ongoing and safe and discreet. Someone I can let loose with and trust. So I can just stop searching. And so that I don’t have to spend so much fucking money.” He sighed again, sounding like he just released all the air from his body.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his final statement, and I found myself smiling in the silence that followed. It was after all, everything I wanted deep down too. I thought I had it with Dennis, but his aloofness and obvious sharing of me wasn’t exactly what I had hoped for.

The Doctor kept talking. “Look, I know this is crazy. But I had to reach out to see because I’ve been going crazy this week thinking about you. That’s NEVER happened to me before. I can usually fuck a boy and move on. But you were…I don’t know…DIFFERENT.”

I was relieved to hear he felt it too. I sensed he was into it. He was into ME. I wasn’t going nuts after all. “Yes.” I simply said.

There was a brief pause before his voice broke through the line. “Yes? Yes as in you agree?” He asked.

“I thought I was stupid for thinking the same things. But I felt it all too. I did. I want something like that and I can’t seem to find it.” I thought again about Dennis, knowing that he wasn’t as committed as I thought he was, trading me off to Max, having me used by another man so easily, and seeing him fuck someone else right in front of me. That smile on Nico’s face made me more than jealous.

Dr. David Fox continued, his voice sounding more enthusiastic suddenly. “Why don’t we meet up this weekend and talk further. My family is away so I’ve got time, and a place. I’m assuming you’ve got a life outside of work and that club.”

“For the record that was my first time at the club.” I added defensively.

“That makes me happy actually.” His voice softened again, still deep and sexy, but calmer and quieter. “I’d hate to think of who else had used you at that place.”

My mind went to Dennis yet again, and I suddenly wondered if he’d ever been there – if he’d purchased anyone and taken them to a room; if he had paid for someone he saw on display like I was that night; if he had taken some other younger guy to a room and fucked him senseless like the Doc had done to me. I thought of the way that this beast of a doctor had stepped right up for me, had picked me out immediately, how he had pushed away any others, and the way he took my hand and led me down that hallway. Even though the first round was rough and intense, the second time was slow and passionate. I couldn’t believe how different he was when he came inside me that second time. But the third was a mixture, of pure eroticism at first. The way he roamed over my body, using his mouth, his hands. He had flipped me over onto my stomach and straddled my waist, his heavy body resting on me to massage my shoulders. He worked every muscle, exploring my entire body from my neck, down my back, my legs and finally my feet as if he wanted to memorize my entire body with all of his senses. How I had squirmed under him, looking back at him in between closing my eyes and letting this powerful man knead his strong hands into me. How he had flipped me over on my back and worked my front, licking every inch of me. How he had stroked my cock to another erection, how he took his time blowing me, sucking on my dick like a master, how he had edged me as we headed beyond the two-hour mark, telling me I couldn’t cum again until he was blowing another load in me.

“I’d love to see you this weekend.” I admitted, trying not to think about my wife and the heavy load of guilt I felt.

“Excellent.” He breathed out over the phone. He spoke even faster now, asking me what day was best, how long could I get away for, if I drove, if I knew the outskirts. There were so many questions, but I was excited, listening to this man, knowing he was a doctor of some sort, with money he could toss around obviously, and a family of his own to worry about. It made me feel less ashamed, as if this was something we could work out and not hurt anyone.

We agreed on Friday night, just one more night from now. His family was going away for the weekend and leaving Friday morning. Friday nights were usual for me to escape once the kids were in bed. My wife was used to my nights out with my boss, so it was the simplest and fastest time to see him.

“And there won’t be any need for masks this time.” He laughed on the other end.

The image of this big man filled my brain as I talked with him: the smile on his bearded face, the roundness of his pecs, this muscles on his entire body, the softness of his hair all over him. He had me bursting in anticipation to cum after his massage and oral exploration of my body. I remembered wanting to repay the experience, so we switched positions and I rolled him over, climbing over his huge body. He was built as big as my former professor, but hairy like Joe with a soft fur coating his muscles. His body was a temple, and I worshipped it like he did mine. His muscles were hard, firm, and massive under my hands. His ass hard and perfectly round, his neck thick, his waist trim. His legs were as thick as my waist, his arms triple the size of mine. I felt like a small boy when I straddled his waist, massaging his pecs as he stared up at me. We didn’t speak, just looked at each other as I felt his entire torso. He had gotten hard again, flexing his dick under my ass as if sending me morse code. I happily slid down his big legs and enjoyed the taste of his meat for a long time. After two rounds, he was still fully erect. I could taste the saltiness of his cum still, and the sweetness of my own ass. I sucked him till he was ready for me, pulling me off him and lifting me off the bed. He carried me in his arms and walked over to the desk that was in the corner in the room and plopped me down on it, spreading my legs wide and sliding into me as fast as he did the first time. I had hung on to his biceps as he pushed into me deep, and let him fuck me for a while right there, But then he picked me up again, still impaled inside me and carried me over to that sling in the corner. I remembered having a sudden flashback, but he didn’t tie me to it – just set me down on the leather material and fucked me for a bit there. To finish me off, he grabbed me again and lifted me off his cock, setting me down and marching me towards the mirror. He moved me in front of it, put his legs on either side of mine, his feet planted right on either side of my own and slid into me from behind, holding my face up in both his hands to stare directly into the mirror as he roughly fucked me from behind. He told me to watch him as he pounded me. His fingers slid into my mouth again and he didn’t stop fucking me until he was close. I had my hands pressed to the wall on either side of the mirror and I watched in awe as he grabbed my cock and jerked me off in time to his own eruption, dumping a third load into me as my own explosion sprayed onto the mirror. How I was breathless at that point, seeing his big arms around me. How he carried me back to the bed and collapsed on it with me, soothing me to sleep as he remained around me, covering my naked quivering body with his own. Until I woke up to find him gone. With the note beside me. ‘I’D LOVE TO SEE YOU AGAIN. BE MY BOY. D’  

When I hung up the phone with him I was elated, renewed, as if this mess with Dennis had led me to what I had hoped for – someone that was in the same situation as me, looking for something on the side that could be an escape, for both of us. I couldn’t wait to see where this was going.

Nine o’clock Friday night came slowly, but it came nonetheless. I was nervous, saying little as we put the kids to bed, hardly looking at my wife when I left, showered, fresh and anticipating seeing this brute of a man again. I wondered if he would be different, outside of having to pay for me, outside of the club. I wondered if his take charge daddy persona would be gone. I wondered if he would still find me as irresistible as he had last week.

His house was on the edge of the city, tucked back much like Dennis Gibson’s in a private vast property. It was a sprawling house, massive and manicured, long driveway up to a two-storey massive building. There was a three car garage, a lit pathway up to the front door by lampposts and paver stones like something from a movie. The lights were on, a dark blue BMW SUV parked on the side. It was dark now, but the house was well lit.

I was shaking as I rang the doorbell, expecting the door to open and see this man in a jock, like the way Dennis had once greeted me at his front door. But when the door opened, in front of me was the handsome bearded face of the muscle beast from the club, a real doctor, wearing a pair of tight fitting expensive beige pants that looked tailored to his muscular legs, and a crisp light blue oxford shirt, two buttons undone at the neck showing off that thick chain and light fur on his pecs, his sleeves rolled up to the elbows with his hairy forearms exposed, and his big bare feet planted on the floor as he held the door open.

My heart flipped as I looked up into his grey eyes staring down at me, a big smile on his bearded face.

“Wow.” I said aloud.

He held out a big hand and shook his head slightly sideways. “Fuck me. Even better than before.” His voice was back to that gruffness, even in his fancy clothes. I took his hand and he squeezed it tight and as he pulled me into the house. “Nice to see you again Brian.”

“You too, Doctor David.” I couldn’t help but stare up at him. I avoided looking at his big feet, so smooth and wide, the cuff around his pants tight against his ankles. His eyes roamed down, taking in my slim fitting grey pants, my blue Tommy Hilfiger sweater over my upper body showing off my pecs, my brown casual shoes.

“Call me Dave.” He said, shutting the door behind me and folding his huge arms over his massive chest. He had a brown belt on around his slim waist that I noticed as he stood there. He had that perfect bodybuilder physique, wide shoulders tapered down to that narrow waist before exploding out again with his massive thighs and sculpted legs on display in his pants. He looked like my old professor, like my former stepfather, like Joe, like Brian, and like my old firefighter neighbour Neil all rolled into one. Into one perfect package, complete with his big dick and Daddy attitude. I felt like I was dreaming suddenly, and had found the man of my dreams. I took a deep breath, afraid of getting too far ahead of myself.

“Come in.” He pointed past the large staircase behind him to his left where I could see an open living room with wall-to-wall windows of his backyard. I followed his round rump, looking at his bare heels and calves working in his pants as he walked ahead of me. We stepped into the room, a large chef’s kitchen to the left of the living room, with a giant refrigerator sticking out of the wall.

He pointed to the fridge and turned back to me.

“Sorry for the mess. This was just delivered today and I haven’t pushed it in place yet. I wanted to be ready for you.” He winked at me and pointed to the large L shaped sofa. “Have a seat. Can I get you a drink? Wine?” He held up a bottle already on the counter.

I nodded. “I’d love some wine if you’re having some.” I needed to relax a bit. My body was shaking and I was trying to hide it. I sat down, rubbing my knees and looking down at my ankle socks. I watched him pull a corkscrew from the drawer and grab the bottle of wine from the large island as he watched me.

“Thank you for coming over.” He glanced down at what he was doing, speaking louder for me to hear him over the turning of the corkscrew. “I must say I’ve been rather nervous all day.”

I laughed, flattening my pants nervously as I kept looking away from him. His movements were smooth, and he looked so good all I could think about was ripping his clothes off and going down on him. “So have I, to be honest. I wasn’t sure what you’d think of me without a mask on or money to wave around.”

He put the bottle down after he successfully opened it and leaned on the counter, his shoulders rounded under his shirt as he looked at me. “Well, you’re even more attractive to me right now and I’m having a hard time containing myself.” I couldn’t see below the waist, but he stood up tall and pointed to his crotch, a big bulge evident that made us both laugh. He pressed up against the counter again to hide it in an embarrassed grin, but I remembered his cock, how it tasted, how it felt, how it looked, and I could feel my own growing thicker with each passing second.

I nodded, giving him a side look. “I know the feeling.”

I heard the wine being poured, the gurgling sound as it emptied into each glass, relieved to see it was red, and waited for him to join me. He walked casually over, staring at me with a small grin, and handed me one glass, towering over me. “Here’s to something good I hope.” He clinked my glass and stared down at me as he took a sip, his grey eyes never moving from mine as we drank our first sip. I set the glass down as he sat beside me on the couch, turning his body sideways so he could face me.

I looked around the room, at the expansive windows and the scene outside before I looked back at him sitting beside me, his leg crossed at the knee, his big bare foot dangling down. He was just staring at me, his manly hand resting on his ankle of his crossed leg, slowly sipping at his wine.

“Can I ask you how old you are?” He suddenly said putting his drink down on the coffee table, leaving only a sip left.

I cleared my throat and answered honestly. “I’m 34. You?”

“48.” He squinted at me. “You look a lot younger than 34. You married? Kids?”

I nodded. “Yes. Two kids, boy and a girl both under 5. You?”

“Two girls for me. Both teenagers.” He rolled his eyes. “Just you wait.”

I giggled, thinking about my own kids and what they could turn into once they hit their teenage years.

“So. Here are my terms.” He began to speak, folding his big hands between his bulge. I nervously picked my drink up and took a big gulp and turned to face him on the couch, moving my leg up and sitting underneath my own foot as he continued. “I’m the only one you let fuck you. No one else. I need to see you at least once a week. The money I save from the club and other purchases I would willingly give to you as compensation. We can discuss limits, boundaries, likes and dislikes. But I’d love to get to know you more, what makes you moan. I’m not looking to fall in love with you. I just want someone regular who I can passionately fuck and let loose with. Someone I can get to know inside and out." He stopped for a moment and grinned at me widely. "I wanna know what makes you tick, and what gets you off. And I want you to know what makes me growl. Together, we can be that something for one another without having to go hunting for it anymore.” He paused for a moment, before adding, “What do you think?”

It was all matter of fact, and very business-like. But he was smiling at me, and there was a look on his face that made me think he was giving me terms to try to control things, to be the one in charge. I took a deep breath in and looked squarely at him.

“Okay. I have some conditions then.” He looked at me with a surprised look and raised an eyebrow as I continued. “I’m the only one you fuck, other than your wife if you’re still doing that. No other boys, no other guys at all. I will see you once a week at least, but it’s mutually agreeable and mutually needed, meaning if I’m the one to contact you, you do your best to meet me just as much as I would do the same for you. And I don’t care if I fall in love with you or you with me but I want us to be honest with each other. Sex to me is love so if it makes it hotter, so be it. I won’t hold back and I don’t want you to hold back either. Nothing can ever come between our families and no one can ever find out about this. I want to keep things private, between us. And I too want to stop…hunting.” I finished it off with a sudden intake of air, before I let it out with a big push from my lips.

He grinned. “Sounds like we want the same things.” He picked up his wine glass and readjusted himself into the sofa. “And I have to say, you are everything physically I am looking for. A big dicked muscled bottom. With those eyes, that face, and that body. And that ass….” He clamped his lips shut and turned his head sideways. “MmmmMMM.”

I looked down at my glass and took a sip as I felt myself blushing. “Well, you’re everything I want too. I like my men big, strong, and dominant.”

“Well I am all that.” He squeezed his pecs together suddenly and looked down. “And I’ll keep in shape for you. I wanna make my boy proud.” He grinned and held up his wine glass and downed his drink before he rose to get the bottle. He returned, filling up his own glass before pouring more into mine. I held it up for him and clinked his glass this time as I held his gaze. “Plus I’m a normal, smart guy with a good professional career that I don’t want to fuck up. And I’m looking for an equally smart professional guy, who can be very, very discreet.” He winked at me. “Looks like I’ve found one. Limits?” He asked, taking a sip and sitting back down again.

I thought for a moment, reflecting on my likes and dislikes, and even things I had yet to try. I suddenly felt like I was on an interview. “No guests or visitors. No trading me off to someone else. No blood or anything painful. You?”

He shifted in his seat, and I could see his bulge still tenting his pants. He was still as turned on when I walked in. And even now, just talking about this, as was I. “I’m not into scat or shit or crap like that. I can be a little rough as you can attest. How far can I go?”

I smiled at him. “As long as you make me feel safe you can be rough. I can get just as rough.”

He nodded. “I noticed. What about role play stuff? Clothing? Rape scenarios?” His smile widened.

I shrugged. “As long as I trust you, I guess I could get into anything. But not women’s clothes. I’m not really into that.”

He scrunched his face. “Me neither. I have a wife. I don’t need another one.” He sat back against the couch, lifting his hand to his head and shifted his crotch again. “All this talk is just making me hornier and hornier.”

I took a big swig of my wine and glanced down at his midsection. He was sitting with his bare feet planted wide, his crotch very evident and large. He had his wine glass resting on his big thigh and he was staring at me.

“What do you say we seal the deal properly? Because right now all I think about is getting at that hole again.” He grinned at me.

I downed my wine, either feeling the effects already from it or from simply all the sex talk. When I stood up, my own cock was bulging in my pants and on display for his wandering eyes. I bent down and peeled each sock off, rolling them into a ball and putting them on the coffee table. He looked down at my size 9 feet and then back up to me with a serious look and licked his lips.

Dave stood up and set his wine glass down and stepped up to me. I had to look up to him, his chest coming to my eye level as he moved in front of me. We just stood there for a moment, not touching, just looking. His grey eyes were lighter than mine, searching my own blue ones with their own fleck of grey and light green. Then his hands moved up my arms and I shivered, holding his gaze.

“You really do have amazing eyes you know.” He said quietly, feeling my arms and shoulders slowly. “You have amazing everything actually, but it’s the eyes that lure me in.”

I watched his steely eyes roaming over me, following his own hands as they massaged parts of me. He was a very handsome guy, his beard thick and trimmed neatly, his nose with that bump in the middle suited him, making him look tough despite his intellect. For a doctor he was in unbelievable shape, and I wondered how he did it, how he managed to maintain such a muscular physique while working long hours. I breathed in deeply, the mixture of a fresh shower and his light cologne filling my senses.

“And I’ll try hard not to fall in love with you.” He whispered as he took my chin in his one hand and lifted it upwards as he bent down to kiss me.

Sparks flew inside me, and I felt my body raising up on my tiptoes to match the slow movements of his tongue. He was sensual, the sound of air seeping up through his nose as our lips closed around each other. I reached up to hang on to his thick wrists as he held my face in his hands. His body moved closer to me, his bulge pressing up against my stomach as his chest pushed into my shoulders. I felt my very soul connecting with his, my eyes staying slightly open so I could see his face up close.

And then he pulled away slightly, our noses still touching, his big hands still holding my face in his palms. He breathed in deeply again and smiled at me.

“Shall we go upstairs? I want to make sure we do this properly.” He didn’t wait for me to answer, but let his hands slide down my slightly shaking body again and took my hand, just like he did before. Our fingers clasped around one another, and he began to walk, pulling me gently behind him. His hand was warm and soft yet seemed to smother my own with his strength. I looked down, following his big feet as he walked back into the main hallway, and I watched his plump round ass in his pants shift as he stepped up each stair. At the top of the staircase, he turned left, and we went into a separate wing, through another small hallway and into a very large bedroom that must have been overtop the living room, as it had similar floor to ceiling windows that looked out into the wooded area around his house. There was only one lamp on in the distance beside his King-sized bed. A short hallway in the room had a massive bathroom to one side and a huge walk-in closet on the other. And once in the main section of his bedroom he pulled me to the end of the bed and then stopped, turning around to sit down on the middle of it and pulled me towards him so I was standing in between his open legs.

“Now…,” he started to say, letting his hands pull me closer and then glide up my legs to my jock butt. “I hope you have lots of time because I don’t want to rush this. I want us to enjoy this so I can show you what you have to look forward to each time. I promise you, I will make you shake every time. I will make you moan. I will make you forget everyone you’ve ever had before. I will make you mine.”

“That’s quite a promise.” I mumbled, standing there before him, feeling his hands circling over me, until my own hands moved to his forearms, feeling the softness of the hair on his arms compared to the size and solid feel of his body. His neck was huge as he looked up at me. His beard just as soft as my hands moved around his face to his thick hair. And then he was hugging me, putting his face into my abs, holding me tight.

“You ready to be my boy?”

I let out a long sigh and ran my fingers through his hair.

And when his grey eyes looked up at me, I knew this was what I wanted. “Yes Sir.”