Stephen (BOY: ISO Book 1)

by Sean Michael

  “You ever played with nipple clamps?”

  “Once or twice, Sir.” Once had been a success, once had not.

  “Did you like it?”

  “I did once. One time was not as successful.”

  “It sounds to me like you really didn’t have the right partner for much of your sex life.” Champ patted him. “You’re with me now.”

  “I didn’t. I crave…unusual things.”

  “I think you crave wonderful things, boy.”

  “Thank you, Sir. Thank you.” That was such a…comfort. A relief.

  “I’d like to have these pierced.” Champ pinched his nipples between firm fingers and tugged, pulling his skin from his chest, holding it for a moment. “They’d be even more sensitive and even easier to play with.”

  Don’t ask. Just take. That’s what I crave. I want my body to belong to you. “I—”

  “Daddy has so many plans for you, boy. And we’re going to have so much fun together. So much joy.”

  He arched, crying out as his nipples were tugged, the ache perfect and delicious. Groaning, Champ bent and wrapped his lips around Stephen’s right nip, teeth sinking in for a brief, glorious moment.

  “Yes!” His body responded immediately, a bit of pre-come spurting from his prick.

  This time, Champ’s groan vibrated around his nipple, the sensation moving through his body in a wave.

  He panted, his toes curling as he fought the urge to hump the air.

  “I can smell how much you need. It’s intoxicating. You’re intoxicating.”

  “Yes, Sir. I need. You’re turning me on so much.”

  “Let’s go back to the couch so we can explore each other properly.”

  He nodded, totally willing to give Champ everything.

  Champ picked him up and laid him down on the couch, stripping quickly before following. The big body covered his, pressing him into the cushions. It was easy, comfortable, and warm, and he didn’t even tense.

  Champ’s hands were everywhere, fingers exploring, probing him. “Don’t be afraid to touch me, boy. Daddy wants you.”

  “Oh. Oh, yes.” He dragged his fingers through the long strands of pale hair.

  Champ purred for him, nuzzling against his hand before kissing him.

  “You’re beautiful. Just beautiful, Sir.” He kissed Champ back, his world spinning.

  Groaning, Champ deepened the kiss and rocked against him. He could feel the hot prick sliding on his belly, leaving him damp—the proof of Champ’s need dripping from his cock. This magnificent man wanted him—him!

  He reached down, jacking the heavy, thick prick. The base was fat, and his mouth watered at the idea of playing with it—fucking and sucking and licking. It had felt incredible in his mouth, filling him so good. It was going to fill his ass so good too. It would stretch him wider than anyone ever had and that thought was so delicious.

  He wanted to be spread wide and filled to the brim.

  The perverse thought made him blush and groan.

  “I want to do it, Stephen. I want to take you, right here in front of the fire on the decadent cushiness of the couch.” Between Champ’s words and the way he kept working Stephen’s nipples, Stephen was soaring.

  “Yes. God, yes. I need you. Please.”

  “Daddy’s here for you, and I need you too.” Champ bent to his right nipple, working it with his mouth, teeth very much in evidence, giving him occasional zings that went straight to his balls.

  The suction pulled the blood up into his nub, but the teeth? The bites made his cock leak, the pleasure-pain sizzling along his nerves.

  Then Champ purred and moved to the other nipple, blowing on it before taking it in.

  He closed his eyes, as his nipple swelled like it was begging for more. Champ tickled his tongue across Stephen’s nipple, slapped at it. Then the suction began again. He moaned, soft sounds slipping from him. Heat spread from Champ’s mouth, and his neglected nipple was so cold from the air. Then Champ turned his head and blew across that nipple, increasing the cold.

  “Oh!” He wanted to touch them, to pull and tug. He could touch Champ, though, tug and twist and silently beg for more. He dragged his thumbs over Champ’s nipples, looking for a response.

  Champ groaned again, pushing into his touch.

  He pinched and rolled, giving Champ a little bit of pressure.

  “Love your touch, boy.” Champ stroked his belly.

  “It’s good?” He pinched again, this time one, then another.

  “No, I hate it.” Champ winked at him. “Don’t stop.”

  The laughter built between them, this sweet pleasure filled the spaces in the room.

  Champ slid a hand down to wrap around his hip, fingers curling into his skin.

  “It’s good, to laugh together. To be happy.” That was so rare. So often loving was about tears.

  “Yeah. Being happy is a good thing.” Champ brought their mouths together, his hand sliding down farther, teasing his hole. “How long has it been?”

  “Fifteen months.”

  “That’s a long time not to be filled.” Some pressure was applied to his hole.

  “It’s a long time to be empty, yes.”

  “I’m going to fill you right up, and we’ll see what we can do about when I’m not inside you.”

  “Oh.” He met Champ’s eyes, and that thing happened again, where he was lost and floating in the light between them.

  As he was caught, Champ carefully pushed that single finger into him. He exhaled, his breath slipping from him. Champ watched him closely, holding his gaze as that single finger sank deeper and deeper. It wasn’t enough, but it was so good, utterly delicious, and he needed more.

  “Sweet, needy boy. I love the passion I can see in your eyes.” Champ pushed another finger into him, opening him up a little wider.

  “Thank you. Sir. Please. You’re…yes.” He couldn’t quite think.

  “You’re yes too.” Champ’s eyes twinkled at him.

  He chuckled, even as he moaned.

  Champ spread the fingers inside him and pulled them out.

  His world spun, his breath catching in his chest.

  When Champ’s finger pushed back in, it was three, stretching him beautifully wide. He worked Champ’s nipples, tugging and rolling, imagining they were sharing sensations.

  Champ rubbed against him, cock sliding along his belly, leaving heated drops.

  “Will you take me, please?” He blushed at his own words.

  “Mmm. Begging me. I like it.” Champ pulled his fingers away, leaving Stephen empty. “I just need to slick up, little love.”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m aching for you.”

  “And I’m aching to be inside you.”

  “Do you have condoms? I have one in my wallet…” He wasn’t sure where his wallet was, but he could find it.

  “Is it in your pants?” Champ asked, looking around like it was going to magically appear.

  “I think so, yes. I hope so. I should have bought some.”

  “We’ll get some delivered for next time.” Champ kissed him hard, then got up and went over to where he’d left his clothes in a neat little pile.

  “Is it going to fit you? You’re…well-endowed.”

  Oh, that earned him a warm smile. “Thank you, boy. I’m sure fate will allow it.”

  “Fate? That works.”

  “What do you think brought us together?” Champ found his wallet and brought it over, a sweet gesture, allowing him his privacy.

  “Marc?” He found the rubber and handed it over.

  Champ put his head back and laughed. Then Champ pounced him, landing on top of him and pressing him into the cushions. Their lips closed together, the kiss full of laughter as well as heat.

  Champ’s slick cock knocked against his hole, pressing into him. Champ groaned into their kiss and pressed forward a moment. His head popped into him before Champ pulled back again.

  “Sorry. Sorry. Condom.”

  “Safety
first.” He never went bareback. Never.

  “Yes, boy. That’s right.” It seemed like Champ wanted to say something else, but he didn’t. Instead he opened the condom packet and slid the glove over the long, thick length.

  The condom stretched at the edges, and Stephen decided to head out tomorrow and buy bigger ones, for his lover’s comfort.

  “I can’t wait to be inside you.” Champ settled between his legs again.

  “I’m right here, Sir.” He wouldn’t break.

  Champ purred and shifted his gaze downward to guide his prick to Stephen’s hole. Then Champ looked up at him, holding his eyes as that fat prick oh-so-slowly breached him.

  “Oh.” God, Champ was huge, and his body ached as it stretched to take the man in.

  Champ stilled. “More stretching you out needed?”

  “No. No, please. I need to know.” Before Champ decided he was the wrong choice.

  “Such a brave boy.” Champ continued to sink into him, slowly stretching him, filling him.

  Brave. The word honored him, all the way to the bone.

  Champ filled him up, then just kept pressing in and in. He could barely breathe. In fact, all he could do was moan and focus. Champ stared into him, penetrating his heart as well as his body.

  Those eyes seemed to shine again, to glow and sparkle and glimmer. It was the most magical lovemaking he’d ever been a part of.

  His entire body felt like it was alight, buzzing with electricity, and he was stretched all over and Champ hadn’t even started actually fucking him yet.

  Champ stayed still for the longest moment, buried as deep as could be inside him. “You feel so good around me, boy.”

  “I’m full of you.” His hole was stretched wide, his belly heavy with Champ.

  “Yes. Ready?” Champ didn’t wait for his answer before pulling out, a long slide that gradually left him empty.

  “Please!” He didn’t want Champ to leave him like this.

  “Easy, easy. Daddy’s got you.” Champ stopped retreating when just his tip was still inside Stephen, then he pushed back in again, filling him up once more.

  “Daddy…” Oh god. He wanted it to be a truth.

  Champ shuddered. “That’s right, boy.” Then, like the word had broken a dam, Champ moved faster, thrust harder, filling him over and over again.

  He let himself go, opening himself—body and soul—to his new lover.

  Champ’s gaze held his, still connecting them more than just physically as the thick cock speared him, sent him soaring. So good. So right. He wanted to scream, and he bit his fist, holding the sound in.

  “Let Daddy hear your noises, boy. Every single one. Don’t hide a thing from me.”

  “I—You don’t mind?” He didn’t want to be…unattractive.

  “If our making love makes you want to shout or call out or anything, why would I mind hearing it? I want to know how I’m affecting you.” Champ stilled as he spoke, and Stephen whimpered with his need.

  He craved this fullness, the feeling of relinquishing control. “Please!”

  “Then let Daddy hear your reactions, unfettered.” Champ moved again, driving into him.

  He wrapped his legs around Champ’s waist, dragging Champ down into a hard, needy kiss. Champ groaned, the sound vibrating into his mouth. Sliding a hand around his hip, Champ pulled him into each thrust.

  Yes. Yes, Sir. Please. Please. I need you.

  I know. The words echoed around in his head as if they’d been spoken out loud and weren’t just his need-driven imagination.

  His eyes went wide, and he screamed, the sound tearing from him.

  Champ moved faster, hitting his gland hard with every inward thrust.

  His body was alive and alight, the world stopped short. Nothing existed in this moment beyond this room, beyond the look in Champ’s eyes and the feeling of being filled like he never had been before.

  Take me. Make me yours.

  Mine. The answer he imagined he heard in his head was immediate and possessive and perfect.

  If it wasn’t real, he didn’t care. Not now. He could care later.

  The hand on his hip tightened, Champ tugging him in harder. Their bodies slammed together, the noise exhilarating. He’d never felt so free, so wild.

  Champ brought their mouths back together again, hand moving from his hip to his cock, wrapping around it and holding on tight.

  That touch stole his breath, stole his sense, and he clenched around Champ’s cock. Champ groaned and squeezed him tighter for a moment before moving again. Thrusting quickly, Champ stroked him in time, doubling up on the sensations coursing through him.

  “I need!” He arched, driving himself down, over and over, slamming them together.

  Champ moved faster, adding his strength to their coupling. It was feverish and wild and he couldn’t bear it, but he didn’t want it to stop.

  Somehow they managed that pace and being on the edge of climax for thrust after thrust, teetering on the edge, for what felt like forever. Then, unbelievably, Champ’s cock seemed to swell inside him, grow longer, bigger, thicker.

  He cried out, and Champ shouted, “My boy!” and moved even faster, pounding into him. He swore he would be turned inside out, but no. No, he took it and begged for more. Champ gave it to him, using him hard, and it was glorious. It was exactly what he craved.

  Daddy has me. God, I need this. Him. His thoughts were shattered by the need inside him.

  “Yes! Yes! My boy. Daddy has you!” Champ shouted, giving him everything, his climax barreling down on him.

  He shot hard, totally lost in the pleasure and pressure.

  Champ roared, the sound triumphant and full of pleasure.

  Stephen melted, aftershocks jolting the hell out of him. Champ dropped one kiss after another on his face, panting softly. The thick cock inside him stayed hard, kept him full.

  “Stay?” Please? He knew Champ couldn’t, but he wanted to stay full and stretched.

  “As long as I can, boy. And then I’ll hold you.”

  “Thank you, Sir. So much.”

  “You’re welcome, boy. And thank you. The pleasure was mutual.” Champ rubbed their cheeks together.

  “Yes.” His eyelids grew heavy, his heartbeat slowing.

  “Sleep, boy. You’ve earned it.” Champ kissed him, mouth gentle on his.

  “Yes, Sir.” Daddy. Yes.

  “I’d love you to call me Daddy.”

  “I want to too.” He held on tight.

  “You will. I have faith.” Champ kissed him, then gradually pulled out and got rid of the condom, then grabbed the food and disappeared with it.

  Stephen sighed and curled around the pillow, holding on tight. Champ returned momentarily and spooned around Stephen, so warm and solid, making him feel safe.

  He couldn’t believe this, that he was here, but he was.

  Chapter Seven

  Champ woke up wrapped around his boy, the fire warming his back. His stomach growled loudly. Oh, he was hungry. They hadn’t eaten nearly enough of their delivery order. They’d been under a time constraint. At least they had leftovers.

  Stephen was lovely, red hair mussed, beard haphazard around that amazing mouth. He could hardly believe he had his boy in his arms. He hadn’t even been looking and all of a sudden here was the one who glowed for him, who shone.

  Stephen moaned, reaching for him. He squeezed his boy tight and placed a kiss on the side of Stephen’s cheek.

  Stephen cuddled into him, humming.

  He would have said how lucky was he to have found his own special boy, but it had taken so long after so much searching. And then, somehow, it had happened in a second, from an ad.

  Just an ad. Not even placed by Stephen. Perhaps he should thank his lucky stars—he was certainly taking this gift he’d been given and holding on with both hands.

  “You’re warm.” Stephen kissed his collarbone.

  “All the better to keep you from getting cold.” He would protect Stephen fro
m all outside forces.

  “Mmm…thank you.” Stephen yawned. “Did I sleep long?”

  “I think we both slept a couple of hours.” He shrugged. He hadn’t looked at the time then, or now, so he didn’t know. “Are you hungry? We have lots of leftover food.”

  “I think I am, yeah.” Stephen stretched, moaning. “Damn.”

  “Everything okay?” He knew he was large, especially erect. But he also knew his boy would stretch to accommodate him.

  “God, yes. Perfect. It’s a good, good ache.”

  He beamed at Stephen. “Daddy did you well.”

  Arousal flared in those mismatched eyes. “You did.”

  “We need to eat.” He was reminding himself more than Stephen, because he was very close to ignoring his stomach and simply responding to that arousal.

  “Should I warm some of the Chinese food up?”

  “I think that’s an excellent idea. We should make a detour to my bedroom—I have some robes for us.” And then he would show Stephen where everything in the kitchen was.

  “Yes, Sir.” Stephen stole a hard, happy kiss.

  He grabbed hold of Stephen’s tongue and sucked on it for a moment before making himself pull back and stand. He offered Stephen a hand, unashamed of his hardening prick.

  Stephen took his hand, stood, and smiled at him. “Thank you.”

  “It is always my pleasure.” He brought Stephen’s hand to his mouth and kissed it. Then he led the way up to the second floor that he knew was pure indulgence in an apartment building, but he owned it, so indulgence was the name of the game. His bedroom was large with a huge bed and a huge bathroom. He went to the closet and pulled down two robes, one was his usual—thick and fluffy. It only went to his knees and would fit Stephen with the arms rolled up a little. The other wasn’t quite as nice but longer, and he put that one on before holding the fluffy one open for his boy.

  “Oh, thank you.” Stephen slipped on the robe and hummed, snuggling into the fluffy goodness.

  He purred. There was something very sexy and satisfying in a deep way about seeing his boy in his clothing. “You look delicious.”

  “It’s lovely. So cozy.” Stephen kissed his jaw, his throat.

  “It’s yours.” As was anything his boy wanted.