Page 21 of Lost Boy

He strolled over with confidence and set the file between him and Mitch. He sat in the chair next to his boy after moving it even closer.

“Before I open this, I want to tell you how proud I am of you. You did everything I asked, it couldn’t have been easy.”

Mitch shook his head. “Not easy.”

“But you did it. And I’m so fucking proud.”

Mitch finally looked up at him. He was still wide-eyed but there was more color in his face now.

Byron reached out and opened the file. He pulled out the first sheet. “I had hoped that our kinks would align. I knew we wanted a lot of the same things, but I had some concern that you might not be able to accept the control I need.”

Mitch ran the tip of his fingers over the checklist that Byron had filled out. It was almost the same as Mitch’s with a few more possibilities.

“This is what you want?”

“I filled mine out before I even looked at yours,” Byron said. “Go ahead and read through it.”

His fingers shook but Mitch pulled the paper closer. The longer he read the more he seemed to calm.

“You didn’t read mine first?”

“I didn’t,” Byron said. “You’ll notice that I have all of the same checkmarks as yours. We both want you to hand over full control. Although my list has even more things that I want control of with you.”

Mitch nodded.

“We’ll work our way through our lists. Stop and discuss as need be. For now, I know what to begin with. It’s time to sign the contract.”

“Are you sure? You want to take me on as your boy?”

Byron grasped Mitch’s chin and held his gaze. “You are already my boy. You need to know that. As soon as we sign this contract, I will own you. All of you.”

Mitch closed his eyes before lying the sheet he’d been reading down. “Please.”

Byron pulled out the rest of the contract and flipped to the last page. He pulled a pen from his shirt pocket.

“Here boy.”

Mitch blinked his eyes open. He took the pen before carefully signing his name. Byron took the pen from him and singed on the line under Mitch’s.

“You’ll keep a copy of this contract. If you ever start to doubt how much I want, that you belong to me, you’ll pull it out and read the entire thing.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good boy,” Byron grinned. “Now get on your knees.”

Mitch just stared at him.

“Now.”

Like a switch, Mitch moved as his features relaxed from worry. He dropped down on his knees before dropping his gaze.

“Eyes on me,” Byron commanded.

Mitch peered up.

“I don’t want you to drop your eyes unless I tell you otherwise. I want all of your attention on me.”

Mitch nodded.

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