Stephen (BOY: ISO Book 1)

by Sean Michael

  Champ purred around his flesh, the vibrations going all through him.

  He was going to explode—he burned, his balls heavy, the taste of Champ on his tongue.

  The suction continued, Champ driving him out of his mind. Then, Champ let him go and slipped the cockring on him, just boom, like that.

  “Daddy!” He sat up, eyes huge, his balls throbbing.

  “Right here, sweet boy.” Champ stroked his cock a few times, the ache huge, necessary.

  He pushed into Champ’s arms, shaking, his cock hard as diamonds.

  “I’ve got you, boy. I will always have you.”

  “Yes, Daddy. Thank you. Please.” Anything. This felt so good. To have someone take control.

  Champ kissed him, sliding one hand down to touch him behind his balls, fingertips teasing his hole. He spread, balancing on the mattress, letting Champ in.

  One finger pushed inside him, Champ insisting on it. The pressure and ache filled him.

  He rocked into the touch, his lips open. “So good. So good, Daddy.”

  “Yes. You were made for this. For my touch, my need.” Champ pushed his finger deeper, pressing against Stephen’s gland.

  Oh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Lightning shot up his spine, his head slamming back.

  “Oh right there, hmm?” Champ touched that spot again.

  “Daddy. Daddy, that’s big.”

  “Good. I want it to be big. I want it to be the biggest thing you’ve ever felt. I want me to be the biggest thing ever.”

  It wasn’t fair, except it was. It was fair and wonderful and delicious. He ached for Daddy’s will.

  Champ’s finger disappeared, leaving him empty and needing more, so much more. He got it, too, Champ lubing up his fingers and pressing two against his hole this time. Against and then in, opening him up.

  His thighs trembled, and he held on to Champ’s shoulders.

  Champ put an arm around him and lowered him back down onto the bed, those strong fingers still inside him. “Stay spread for me, boy.”

  “Y-yes. Yes, Daddy. I’ll try.”

  “You’ll do it.” Champ sounded so confident in him. Then Champ pressed those two fingers deep into him.

  “I will. Oh, more.” He reached up and grabbed hold of the headboard.

  “Pushy boy. Needy boy.” With each word, Champ pushed in again, and on the last one, those fingers found Stephen’s gland once more, brushing up against it.

  He arched up, his heels digging into the sheets. “Fuck!”

  Those fingers disappeared and Champ swatted his ass. “Language, boy.”

  “Daddy!” The sting made his mouth dry. “Sorry. Sorry. It was too big.”

  “And maybe you needed the swat to ground you.” Champ’s fingers returned to his hole, his Daddy pushing them in to find his gland once more.

  Maybe he had.

  He needed whatever Champ gave him.

  The finger-fucking continued, driving him higher, making him very glad he was wearing the cockring—he would have hated to disappoint Daddy by coming again when he wasn’t supposed to.

  Soon, he worried he wouldn’t have a choice. Soon, he’d just explode.

  Two fingers became three, and then they disappeared altogether and Champ pressed his thick, hot cock right up against his hole, putting pressure on but not yet pressing in.

  “Yours. Please. I need you. I’m yours.” He was losing his goddamn mind.

  “You are. You’re mine and I decide when you get this—” Champ pushed just the head of his cock inside, holding Stephen open like that. “Or you don’t.” Champ pulled out, pulling his hips far enough that Stephen couldn’t feel that wonderful cock against his hole at all anymore.

  “Daddy!” His body surged, begging for the connection.

  “I’ve got you, boy. I do, even if it seems like I don’t.” Suddenly, Champ was back again, thick cock slamming into him. He took it, every inch, his entire soul rocked with it.

  Champ hung there for a long moment, buried deep, gaze glued to his, fire right there between them. Then his Daddy moved, thrusting hard and fast, filling him over and over.

  He nodded and gasped, reaching up to cling to his Daddy’s shoulders. That was what he needed, and he cracked down the middle.

  Daddy didn’t stop or slow down. Instead, he sped up, slamming in like he was never going to stop.

  “Gonna. Daddy, I’m going to…”

  Growling, Champ grabbed his balls and pulled them down, the sharp pain just enough to stave off his orgasm. “You don’t have permission to come.”

  He sobbed quietly, but he nodded, swallowing convulsively.

  “Good boy.” Champ set up his thrusting again, but his rhythm soon gave way to quick, sharp pushes, his eyes glazing over as pleasure took him.

  Every time his breath sped, Champ tugged his balls and he was pulled back. Build up and pull back, and build up higher and pull back again. Champ’s stamina seemed endless.

  “Daddy!” His scream tore from his chest.

  Champ’s shout of “Mine!” answered his cry, and then Champ froze and spunk filled him deep inside.

  The heat opened him and an incredible tingling seeped into his body, making him shiver.

  “Daddy…” He felt that, so deep.

  Champ stayed buried inside him, licking at his lips and nuzzling their cheeks together. His body worked Champ’s cock, drawing the spunk deeper inside.

  “I know what you’re doing,” Champ whispered. “I feel you pulling me deeper.”

  “I don’t understand.” He wasn’t sure what his body was doing.

  “You’re taking me in. Accepting my magic and letting it merge with your own.”

  “Mine? I don’t have magic, do I?”

  “I keep telling you that you’re magical, my boy. One day, you’ll believe me.”

  “As long as I’m yours, I don’t care.”

  Champ purred. “Yes. Mine. Always.” Champ touched him, hands sliding on his skin as the gentle kisses and cheek rubs continued to thrill him.

  “Yeah.” He relaxed, to breathe again and melt. Except for the heat at his middle, his cock still hard and dripping with need.

  Champ ran one nail up along his shaft, making him shiver and cry out.

  “You need so well, boy. Have I told you that?”

  “I don’t know!” He wasn’t sure. All he knew was his Daddy.

  “Well, you do. You need so well. It makes me stay hard. It makes me need you right back.”

  “Good.” Oh, that felt good to hear. He loved that.

  Champ chuckled. “It’s good that I’m still hard? That I’m going to keep fucking you and not let you come until later?” Champ moved again, sliding out of him, then pushing in again.

  “I want you to need me. I want you to love me, Daddy.”

  “I do, Stephen. I need you and I love you and I want to be with you all the time. When you’re not here, I can’t do anything but think of you and wish you were here.”

  “Thank you.” He leaned up and took a kiss.

  Still moving, filling him in deliberate, almost casual movements, Champ kissed him back. His Daddy made him feel like the center of the universe.

  His entire world was hot and cozy and wonderful. Full of his Daddy.

  “Love you, boy.”

  “Love.” And he burned so good.

  Champ engulfed him, mouth covering his, body pressing him into the bed, cock filling him as no other ever had—ever would.

  All he could do was submit.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Champ woke to the scent of need. His poor boy was still bound by the cockring, and his will. It had been the perfect punishment, fitting the crime of touching without permission exactly.

  He purred and licked Stephen’s cheek.

  “Mmm…sleeping.” Stephen cuddled in.

  “Not sleeping—napping.” A person could totally be woken from napping without a problem.

  “Yes. A lovely nap. I was dreaming about you.” Stephen smiled, eyes st
ill closed.

  “You can have me in your dreams and when you wake from them.” The best of both worlds.

  “I can. You’re all right?” Stephen blinked up at him.

  He smiled down at his boy. “I have my boy in my arms, I’m better than all right. And how are you?”

  “Warm. Happy. Home.” Stephen’s grin was perfect.

  “Good answer.” He danced his fingers along Stephen’s body, moving from his breastbone toward his cock.

  Stephen grabbed his hand and started sucking on his fingers. He groaned, pushing his fingers in deeper, enjoying the glide along Stephen’s tongue.

  Silly boy, trying to distract him.

  While Stephen was busy with one hand, he used his other to make the journey from breastbone to cock.

  Stephen groaned, teeth sliding over his skin, teasing his finger.

  “Trying to distract me.” He knew what Stephen was up to.

  Stephen’s eyebrows lifted. Me?

  He laughed, utterly delighted. He did love his boy. “Yes, my boy—you.”

  Stephen blinked at him, finger popping from his lips. “What?”

  “You are the one trying to distract me, and yes, it’s something you would do—are doing. Well, were doing at this point. But I have my plans for this lovely prick.” He touched it again, teasing the slit at the tip.

  Stephen frowned, but it only lasted a second. It took nothing before his boy was totally focused on his touch.

  Purring, he touched the sweet balls and rubbed Stephen’s hole.

  Stephen whimpered, spreading and arching to accept his touch. He kept stroking, loving the heat and the silk of Stephen’s skin. So swollen, so hot—Stephen made his mouth dry.

  It was crazy, but also wonderful, how much he wanted his boy all the time. How much he needed Stephen. How much he needed his mate, his companion, his lover.

  “You want to come, boy? You want me to take off the cockring and let you come?”

  “I want your will, Daddy. I want to give it to you.”

  He purred, so pleased with Stephen’s answer. “Then I’ll take it off and let you come because that was the right answer.”

  “Love.” Stephen hummed deep in his chest, spreading wide for him.

  “Uh-huh.” He toyed with the cockring, rubbing the hot, swollen flesh around it. “Oh, this definitely needs to come off. My boy needs relief.”

  “I ache for you. My balls are full for you.”

  “Yes, I know.” He stroked Stephen’s balls. Next time, he would use a cockring that would surround them as well, hold Stephen’s whole package trussed up for him.

  It would be lovely. He leaned down and nuzzled the heavy sac, inhaling deep.

  “Mmm. You smell like need. Hells, you smell like my own.” He nibbled the swollen flesh, then licked.

  Stephen nodded, eyes burning down at him. “Your own. I love the way that sounds.”

  “It’s the truth.” He licked his way up to the tip of his boy’s cock to wipe the pre-come there with his tongue. Then he undid the cockring. “Wait for my command.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Stephen sucked in a deep breath, obviously steeling himself.

  The cockring came off and he grabbed hold of Stephen’s balls, tugging sharply to help his boy obey.

  “Ah! Thank you! Thank you!”

  “I don’t want you to fail, boy. That isn’t any fun.” He slid the back of his hand along the length of Stephen’s cock. He could spend hours watching the way Stephen responded to his hand.

  But at the moment, his boy did need to come, his cock needed the relief. Grabbing hold of it in his hand, he stroked several times, exploring the full length of Stephen’s need.

  “Daddy. Oh, Daddy, it’s so good.” Stephen twisted, muttering, utterly trapped in him.

  “And in a moment, I’ll let you come and it’ll be even better.” His boy was going to come so hard.

  “Yes. So good. You’ll be inside me?”

  If he hadn’t been hard already—and he had been—that would have done the trick. He grabbed the lube and managed to get some slick on it, and then inside his boy.

  “Yes.” Stephen moaned, arching up to take his cock.

  “Wonderful, needy boy.” He pushed all the way in and began a quick pace, eager to bring Stephen pleasure.

  Stephen’s answer was a low, wild sound. Music to his ears.

  He let the pleasure of doing this go through him, the connection with his boy magical. “You’re changing, taking me, stretching for me.”

  He held onto Stephen’s cock as he fucked his boy, letting their motions slide the hard cock along his palm. He wouldn’t make Stephen hold on that much longer.

  The slick drops eased the way, making Champ dizzy with the sensation.

  “Okay, boy. It’s time. I want to feel you come on my cock.” He knew the spasms of pleasure all around his prick would be enough to pull him over and fill his boy with more of his seed.

  “Yes, Daddy. It’s time. Please. Please!”

  He slammed in, hitting up hard against Stephen’s gland. “Now!”

  Spunk sprayed from his boy so hard he wasn’t sure Stephen was even capable of rational thought. He could feel that all around his cock, squeezing him so good and making him pant as he shot too. He filled his boy up with seed before collapsing down onto Stephen.

  He needed to plug his boy, keep his seed inside to help his companion’s transformation.

  He reached around in the drawer of the bedside table, sure there was a plug to be found there. He didn’t want to come out yet, he just wanted to be ready when he did.

  “Thank you. Feels so good.” Stephen moaned, deep in his chest.

  “Thank you, boy. You feel good too.” It was always important that his boy knew this wasn’t one-sided at all.

  “Much as you’ve been in me, I hope so.”

  Smiling, he bent to kiss his boy, loving the way that Stephen responded by squeezing all around his cock. “Needy boy. Going to keep you forever.”

  He’d never wanted anyone forever before. Of course, he’d never met Stephen before.

  He chuckled at himself. He was having flights of fancy that were going to come true.

  He grabbed hold of the plug and set it against his cock at Stephen’s hole.

  “D-daddy?” Stephen clenched around him.

  “I’m going to plug you, boy. Help you keep my seed buried deep inside your lovely body.”

  “Yes, Daddy. It—it tingles.”

  “That’s because it’s working magic to make sure we get to be together for always.” He withdrew, keeping the plug pressed in place.

  “Magic.” Stephen stared at him, heavy lidded.

  “Yes. We keep coming back to that word, but it’s the best one for it.” He slipped right out, sighing at the loss of Stephen’s tight sheath, and pushed the plug right in. His boy gasped and arched, making him gasp. So beautiful.

  “Stunning. I have the most beautiful boy in the entire world.”

  “Flatterer.” Stephen beamed at him.

  “Is it flattery if it’s the truth?” He didn’t know. He didn’t think it mattered. It made him happy that it made Stephen happy.

  “I don’t care. I just want you to believe it.”

  “I do, boy. I believe it with all my heart.” He knew that Stephen was magical and beautiful and incredible.

  “That’s enough, Daddy. That’s enough.”

  “You and I, boy? We’re not enough—we’re everything.” He kissed his boy and made sure the plug was properly seated, then he pulled Stephen into his lap, rocking the plug into that swollen hole.

  Stephen gasped and grabbed his shoulders. Smiling, he brought their mouths together and kissed his boy. He’d never wanted to just kiss anyone like he did with his boy.

  He lapped at those sweet lips, loving how Stephen laughed for him. His boy tasted amazing, but his laughter tasted even better than that.

  “We have four days before I have to go back now. Whatever shall we do?”


  “You know exactly what we’re going to do. I’m going to show you how the expression fuck-like-bunnies has no meaning once you know a dragon.”

  Stephen’s laughter filled the air. “Oh, exciting. I love it.”

  “I thought you might approve. You might need something to eat first, though, yeah?”

  “Eat? Filled like this?” Stephen nipped the tip of his nose.

  “Oh yes. I want to watch you moving around with that plug in your ass. I want to watch you sitting, trying to find a way to sit that doesn’t push the plug in deeper…” He had so many toys and games that Stephen didn’t even know of yet. “What meal do you think goes best with a full ass?”

  “Nothing with beans…” Wicked boy!

  He laughed, though, and hugged his boy close. “Such a quick wit.”

  “I think we should have Chinese. I’m craving beef and broccoli.”

  “Mmm. With the little bits of garlic in it. I could totally demolish some General Tso’s.”

  “And egg rolls?”

  “As many as you think we can eat and then maybe a few more.” He gave his boy a wicked grin. “You know how phallic they are, right?”

  “If you’re short and stubby, sure.” Stephen waggled his eyebrows and stuck his tongue out.

  He cackled. “Still,” he noted, “I do love to watch you wrap your lips around them.”

  “We should get cannoli sometime.”

  “Why not order those too? Chinese for dinner and Italian for dessert.”

  “Can we do that?” Stephen’s eyes went wide.

  “Why not? We can do anything we want. Anything at all.” He looked at the bedside table to see if that’s where he’d left his phone. He might be the most senior of senior citizens in the world, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t embraced the modern conveniences.

  “I’d love that. It’s so decadent.” Stephen snuggled into him. “I can’t believe this is my life!”

  “It is. I’ll remind you that it is every day too, if you need me to.” He snagged his phone and wrapped his arms around his boy, which made using the phone a little awkward but was so worth it.

  Stephen played with his nipples, the touches idle, gentle, meant to tease. It made his balls ache—both the touches and the growing self-confidence they displayed. His boy was slowly coming into his own.