Page 71 of Lost Boy

“Because they are jealous of how beautiful my boy is.”

Mitch snorted. If they were jealous it was because Byron was off the market.

“I brought the bag inside. Now that you’ve had time to relax, are you ready?”

“What…what do I have to do?”

“Does it matter boy?” Byron asked sharply. The firm tone had Mitch’s cock perking up.

He shook his head.

“I promised to not let you be too afraid to embrace this opportunity. You want to show everyone how good a boy you are for me, don’t you?”

“Yes Daddy,” Mitch agreed. “I want to be your good boy. I want everyone to see.” This was exactly what he needed. Byron to push him. Mitch was scared but knew he was safe with Byron.

“Stand up.” Byron patted his hip.

Mitch slid off Byron’s lap and stood between his legs.

“Should Daddy’s boy be wearing jeans?”

Mitch shook his head.

Byron reached out and grabbed the button of his jeans. Mitch stiffened.

“Why isn’t your paci in your mouth? You have two options for what goes into your mouth. Make a decision.”

Mitch popped his pacifier in his mouth although his gaze traveled to the front of Byron’s leathers. He wanted to drop to his knees and suckle Byron, but he didn’t know if he could do it in public. But he wanted to.

“That will do,” Byron said. “For now.” He yanked the button then pulled down the zipper.

Mitch was facing the rest of the club so he could see the crowd. Several men in booths watched as Byron peeled the jeans off him. His shoes were removed as well.

He dropped his eyes, so he didn’t have to see anyone watching them. Knowing they were there was enough.

His jeans were folded up and placed in the bag before Byron reached for his shirt.

In just his pull-up and socks, Mitch closed his eyes, feeling very exposed.

“Such a good boy,” Byron praised as he rubbed Mitch’s leg. “I got you a shirt just for tonight.”

Mitch opened his eyes so he could see.

Byron pulled out a white shirt and held it up. On the shirt was a blue pacifier and the words Daddy’s Boy in blue glitter writing.

Mitch smiled while removing his pacifier. “I love it.”

“Good,” Byron replied as Mitch shoved the paci back in his mouth.

Byron pulled the tight shirt over Mitch’s head.

The hem of the shirt didn’t cover the front of Mitch’s pull-up.

His new pull-up. With kittens on them. They were awesome!

“Slip your feet back into your shoes,” Byron ordered.

“Perfect,” Byron said as he ran his gaze up and down Mitch’s body. “Now sit down so you can play.”

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