Page 34 of Lost Boy

Spending a good ten minutes reddening Mitch’s ass while massaging it as well he had Mitch practically humping his lap.

“If it starts hurting you need to tell me. I have some lotion I can use but for now, I want you to feel each handprint I put on you. Remember it’s my mark on you.”

Mitch moaned.

“But you don’t get to come,” Byron added.

A whine and a wiggle.

Byron smacked his ass harder causing Mitch to jerk. “Be good.”

Mitch laid back down.

Byron ran his hands, warm from his boy’s ass, up and down Mitch’s back. He was tense with his need, but it didn’t take long until Mitch melted.

“Good boy.” He rolled Mitch over and left him laying on the mattress as Byron stood.

He picked up the pull-up he’d laid out earlier. “Feet.”

Mitch lifted his legs.

It took a bit of work to get the pullups on Mitch. His boy was not cooperating as he just peered up at Byron not wanting to move. At least Byron had Mitch in the right headspace.

He helped Mitch sit up before pulling a bright green shirt with a robot on the front. Byron pulled Mitch to his feet. The shirt barely hit the top of the pull-up. Perfect.

“Daddy put some toys in the living room so you can play while I finish dinner.”

Mitch nodded before he slipped his hand in Byron’s.

Such a sweet boy. Talking on the phone during the week hadn’t been enough. Byron wanted Mitch with him all the time.

When he’d left Sunday evening to allow Mitch time to sleep and prepare for his workweek Mitch had been happy and relaxed. The boy that had come to his door that night had been stressed and upset. Byron couldn’t let that go on much longer. Mitch being unhappy was not an option.

Byron led Mitch back down the hall and to the living room. The television was muted but old-school cartoons were playing. Mitch enjoyed the older cartoons from the eighties and nineties instead of the newer ones.

After dinner, Byron had recorded the Transformer movies for his boy to watch. They’d cuddle and watch one before bed.

“Go ahead and play,” Byron told him. He smacked Mitch’s bottom as his boy skipped over to the rug laid out in the middle of the floor. Byron had set out the Transformer Lego set for his boy to play with.

Mitch made a sound of happiness behind his pacifier before dropping down.

There was a slight wince, but the pull-up would cushion Mitch’s little butt from the hard floor.

Byron unmuted the television before strolling into the kitchen.

It hadn’t been difficult to put some chicken in a baking pan and top it off with some cream of mushroom soup. He’d boiled potatoes and just needed to get them mashed.

Byron got to work finishing up their meal.

He pulled down the new dishes he’d bought for his boy. He’d gotten several different sets and decided to use the old Wiley Coyote and Roadrunner set. That Byron had found had been Mitch’s very favorite carton.

Byron dished up the food, placing them in the divided slots, before cutting up Mitch’s chicken. He added the green beans before setting Mitch’s plate and his at the table.

Byron poured himself a glass of iced water and gave Mitch some juice in his sippy cup.

He headed back into the living, stopping at the threshold.

Mitch was clicking pieces of LEGOS together as he swayed to the opening theme song of the next carton. His shoulders were relaxed and there was a smile behind his pacifier.

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