Page 22 of Lost Boy

“From this point on your safe words are in place,” Byron stated. “You can stop anything with your safe word. If you can’t talk what do you do?” This had been outlined in the contract.

“Hold up two fingers,” Mitch answered.

“Good boy.” Byron threaded his fingers through Mitch’s hair with one hand while lifting the pacifier with the other. “Open.”

Mitch opened his mouth and Byron gently set the nipple inside. Mitch closed his lips and sucked.

“Such a gorgeous boy,” Byron praised.

Mitch leaned into his hold. Byron tightened his fingers gripping Mitch’s silky strands.

He rose pulling Mitch’s hair until the boy strained to remain kneeling. “Good boy. Stand.”

Mitch climbed to his feet.

“Bend over the table,” Byron ordered.

Shuddering Mitch complied. They were right in front of the open curtains. Mitch would be able to see the gorgeous river view. “Eyes up. Look at the pretty view you have while I enjoy the view I get.” Byron reached down with the hand not buried in Mitch’s hair and squeezed Mitch’s ass.

“Do you think one of the neighbors can see into your apartment?” Byron asked.

Mitch had checked every box that had to do with public scenes and voyeurism. Byron knew those items were what concerned Mitch more than giving up control.

“My boy lying against the table, sucking on his paci, while his Daddy plays with his ass.” He gave a hard squeeze just because he could. “So hot.”

Mitch grunted before pressing back into his hand.

Smack. “I didn’t tell you to move boy.” Smack. The thin fabric of his lounge pants did not offer any type of cushion, but his boy did have on the pull-up as Byron had ordered.

Byron pulled back Mitch’s hips then yanked Mitch’s pants and pull-ups down to his knees.

His boy had a beautiful ass. Round and firm. Byron moved both hands and caressed what now belonged to him. He could stuff anything he wanted inside his boy. Soon it would be his bare cock. Byron had attached his clean bill of health in the contract and Mitch had forty-eight hours to get tested. Byron was not going to wait long.

He ran his finger through Mitch’s crack.

“How long has it been since you had something in your ass?” Byron asked. He didn’t allow Mitch to answer though. He pressed his dry finger against Mitch’s hole. “I bet you can’t wait for Daddy to fill you up with his come, can you?”

Mitch whimpered.

“Yeah, my boy is greedy, isn’t he?” Byron pressed the tip in.

He wouldn’t hurt his boy, but he could tease. Mitch pressed back but Byron was in charge. Smack! “If you can’t learn to follow the rules, you’ll have a permanent reddened ass.”

Mitch nodded. Byron didn’t know if he was agreeing to be good or having his ass constantly red. It didn’t matter. Mitch’s actions would dictate what happened between them most of the time. Mitch held the power in their relationship whether or not he wanted to acknowledge the fact or not. Mitch could say no, safe word, at any time and it would be over.

Byron didn’t think he would though. Byron knew what his boy needed and planned to fulfill Mitch’s every desire.

“Now, I think it’s time that I claim my boy,” Byron announced.

Mitch nodded frantically.

“Good boy.” Byron pulled the small travel bottle of lube from his jeans and coated his fingers.

“Reach back and hold your cheeks open to me,” Byron ordered. “I want to see that pretty hole of yours.”

With a low groan, Mitch reached behind him. He gripped his ass cheek before pulling them open. Byron had to take a deep breath.

Mitch was so fucking sexy like that. Needy and wanton.

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