Stephen (BOY: ISO Book 1)

by Sean Michael

  He ordered the food, allowing his boy to explore, to add to their games. He ordered plenty of everything and even added some spaghetti with meatballs and lasagna to the order from the Italian place, figuring those would reheat well. He liked having stuff on hand so that they could focus on each other.

  “Twenty-five minutes for the Chinese food and forty-five for the Italian. Whatever will we do while we wait?” It was more of a rhetorical question, a tease, than anything else—he knew what they were going to do.

  “I could tell you about my morning…” Stephen tugged his nipple, rolling it in his fingers.

  He groaned and pushed his hips toward Stephen. “You could. I do want to know everything—it isn’t just about the sex.” Even if his drive was incredibly high right now, higher than usual even.

  “I went to my art history class—we’re learning about tapestries.” Stephen nuzzled his jaw.

  “I want you to make me one, by the way. I think the boys downstairs will want one or two as well. Something dragony and wonderful.” He slid his fingers along Stephen’s spine.

  “I was hoping…”

  “What were you hoping, boy? I want to know all your desires and wishes.”

  “You’d said there might be room to have a studio here. I don’t want to be needy, but…”

  “I’d love to help you make a studio here! We can explore the extra rooms and you can decide which one you want—if you need more room, we can knock out a wall or two. And then you can outfit it with whatever you need.” He was excited that his boy wanted a space here, was willing to make this his home, too, in more than just name.

  “Really? Because that would be less time at school and more time to work, and I could work when inspiration strikes. And—I mean, that’s my dream, Daddy. To be an artist with his space, making things…”

  “Then let’s make your dream come true.” It really was as simple as that.

  “Yeah?” The wonder in those big eyes made him smile.

  “Yes. Do you want to go look now while we’re waiting for our food?”

  Stephen’s expression lit up. “I do. If it’s okay.”

  “Of course it’s okay. This is your home, too, and I want to make sure you feel at home here.”

  “Is there a room with a lot of light? Natural light is magical.”

  “There is. One of the rooms has floor-to-ceiling windows. Come on, let’s go see it.” He popped out of bed and held his hand out to his boy.

  “Do I need to get dressed?” Stephen took his hand.

  “Nope.” This was their home. They totally didn’t need to worry about what anyone else might think.

  Stephen stood, licking his lips and shivering when he clenched around the plug.

  Champ purred. “So sexy, boy. It’s a good thing we have a mission, or I’d have you back on the bed in seconds.”

  “We do. We have to look before the food.” Stephen cuddled in close.

  “We do.” He let his hand rest on Stephen’s hip as he led his boy to the corner room with all the windows.

  “Oh…” Stephen’s eyes were huge. “Daddy…this is…”

  “Good?” He hoped. If it wasn’t, they’d make it what his boy needed.

  “Perfect. Perfect. There’s room. There’s light. Is there storage?”

  He went over to the closet and opened it, revealing a large square space. “We can add shelves or whatever else you might need.”

  “And there’s no carpet, neutral walls…It’s perfect. It’s my new studio?”

  He opened his arms to indicate the entire room. “It’s your new studio.”

  Stephen actually teared up. “I—thank you. Thank you so much.”

  He wrapped his boy in a hug. “It’s the least I could do, boy. You deserve it, and more.”

  “I’m going to have all my tools brought from the school, and then I’m going to use my savings and buy what I need. It’s going to be amazing—a fun place to create.”

  “Oh, I can buy you anything you need, Stephen. We can go check out the internet now and get started if you want.” He was so happy that Stephen was excited about the space.

  Stephen held him, sobbing quietly. “I don’t deserve this.”

  “Stop that! Of course you do. I keep telling you that you’re special and I mean it. You deserve the world and I will give it to you.”

  “Thank you. God. I—Thank you.” Stephen kissed him hard, so overwhelmed but trusting in him.

  He held onto his boy and kissed him back. He loved that he could do this for his boy. Could bring such happiness.

  He needed to supply his boy, give him everything he needed to create and have joy. Even just this small joy was reflected back on him, making him feel so good.

  The bell rang and he squeezed his boy’s ass. “I do believe that’s our food.”

  “We’re naked…”

  “We are. You can stay here. I’ll grab my robe on the way to the intercom.” He kissed Stephen lightly.

  “I’ll pour us some beer, hmm?” Stephen followed him down, with a longing look behind him as they left the studio.

  When they’d eaten, he’d take his boy back up to the brand-new studio along with the laptop and they’d order some stuff, keep that joy going. It sounded like a perfect evening to him.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Champ had asked Berny and France to let him know when would be a good time to come down for a chat, and he’d just gotten a text that Marc was out for some well-deserved sleep after an intense scene. So he pocketed his phone and made his way downstairs.

  “Hello,” he called out quietly as he let himself in.

  “Hello, dear one.” Berny was curled up in a luxurious robe, two cups of red, fragrant tea waiting. “Come and sit.”

  He went over and gave his friend a hug and a kiss on both cheeks before taking up his teacup, sitting on the other side of the couch, and pulling his legs up under him. “You’re looking well.”

  “As are you. You glow. I’m glad to see it.”

  He nodded. “I am amazing. My boy is amazing. And speaking of glowing—you should see him. He’s absolutely magical!” If only he could convince Stephen of that fact. Of course he had all the time in the world to do so.

  “Good. He seems like someone who will fulfill you. Soon I hope we can all have a meal together, sit and watch a movie. Soon our Marc will be ready.”

  “I’d like that very much. I think it would reassure Stephen as well, to see that his friend is happy.” He took a sip of the tea, purring at the fruity flavor and the slightly calming properties it contained.

  “So, you need something, I can tell. The answer is always yes. What is it?”

  Champ chuckled. “You know me so well, Berny.” Of course his friend did—they had been best friends since the beginning of time or somewhere around then.

  Berny winked at him, thick auburn hair like a mane of fire.

  “My boy has no desire to be ‘bad’ and he doesn’t enjoy punishments the way yours does. But he’s having a terrible time keeping from touching himself—he needs all the time. Which only makes sense as we’ve just found each other, I know how hard the need is riding him and I’d like to help him, not only keep his hands from touching himself but alleviate the need while we can’t be together.”

  “Hrm…we intend to use the cages—Marc will get used to being full and caged, but I imagine soon he’ll be here, doing his work instead of working for someone else. We need someone to catalog the hoard. But for this…hmm…I have a clever little potion…”

  “I was hoping you might. Stephen needs to attend classes, and I think it’s cruel to let him need so much. Even if I allowed him to take care of things by his own hand, he would be masturbating several times a day, and neither of us wants that. Tell me more about this potion of yours.”

  “You insert it in the penis. One drop for every day you want your boy to stay soft.” Berny’s voice dropped, the sound wicked. “There are side effects however.”

  “Oh?” He had
a hunch that Berny was quite enamored of the side effects, given his tone. “Do tell.”

  “Well, it does make the boy’s member smaller by about fifty percent. So that can be a shock. The nerve endings, however, seem to be more concentrated.”

  “Does his penis grow back to normal size when the potion wears off?” A small penis would fit beautifully in a cage, but he’d hate to make it permanent.

  “Of course. You could give four drops—one for each day of school, then over the weekend have a hard, needing boy. Orgasms happen when they’re soft, but they’re not the same, are they?”

  “No, they aren’t the same at all. He only has school on four days and he does come home every evening, but it would be worth it to have him small those evenings in order to help him out during the day when he can’t be with me.” Excitement moved through him, and his cock was definitely perking up due to their conversation.

  “And you said one of his fetishes is to be out of control. This is an ultimate control but still temporary.”

  “Oh yes, he loves to cede control completely to me. It sounds absolutely delightful, Berny. I knew I could count on you for the perfect solution, and that said solution would be devilish and delightful.”

  “Yes. Let me go find it. I have a beautiful bottle of it.”

  He chuckled, because the only thing that Berny was more enthusiastic about besides magical potions was beautiful things. “I owe you one, my friend.” He was sure at some point Berny would need a favor from him. They’d stopped counting really, as to who owed who very many years ago.

  “Of course. We even out in the end, don’t we?” Bern wandered away, whistling.

  Oh, he did like it when they came up with similar thoughts—it was one of the reasons why they were such good friends.

  Closing his eyes, had some more of the tea, letting the flavor and scent infuse him. It was spicy, a slight aphrodisiac, and the hint of honey went through it. He took another sip and licked his lips. There were such treasures to be found here with his friends. He was looking forward to introducing Stephen to them again, to having his boy get to know them more.

  He imagined his dearest friends felt the same way. What a joy it would be when they could all three assume their dragon skins and form a pile with their boys. It would be the very definition of joy.

  Berny’s tea was making him fanciful—not that he didn’t believe it would happen, because it would, but that he was indulging his imagination like this.

  “Here it is. This is enough to last you ten years, but I can make more.” The vial was gorgeous—a deep violet glass with silver accents.

  “I imagine that in ten years, we’ll be using it because we enjoy it rather than out of necessity. Still, good to know we have a long supply. And the bottle truly is a thing of beauty.”

  “My beloved crafted it five hundred or so years ago.”

  “France is an artist.”

  “He is. I hope you love it. I hope you both do.”

  “Oh, I know I will, and I’m pretty sure that Stephen will as well.” He thought maybe his boy would be over the moon once he discovered all it could do.

  His boy craved release, ached for his body to be taken over—Champ would be the right dragon for the job.

  “I will let you know how it goes. Although I may not share all the details.” He gave Berny a wink.

  “Liar. I’ll share about mine.”

  “I should hope so. After all, I found you your boy.” He was totally taking credit for that.

  “You did!” He got his cheek kissed. “Thank you.”

  “It’s no fun to tease you if you agree with me,” he noted.

  “No? I’ll remember that.”

  He hid his laughter in his tea, taking another sip. “This is an excellent tea.” Not all the teas he had been served were.

  “Thank you. I found a purveyor in India that made it for me.”

  “And are you responsible for the, uh, special qualities of it?”

  “I find it quite warming.”

  “Indeed. Is that how it came or have you added to it with your own special flare?”

  Bern beamed at him. “I added a whisper of dragon’s breath.”

  “Ah, no wonder I’m enjoying it so much.” He took another sip, letting the warmth fill him. It was like drinking a soupçon of bliss.

  “You can definitely serve this one again, Berny. Have you tried it out on your boy yet?” He wondered what the effect of dragon’s breath would be upon humans.

  “No. We’re still trying to tell him about our true selves.”

  “Ah, not an easy task. In the end, I showed myself to prove it to Stephen. It’s hard to deny what your senses are all telling you.” His Stephen had taken in his secret like a champ, had given him love and support.

  “Marc isn’t ready yet. Soon. He’ll need to know.”

  “I know it’s a delicate balance. And you know where to find me if you need help or just an ear to bend.” Although Berny and France had each other to turn to.

  Still, somehow they’d been a trio of males against the universe for centuries. That wasn’t going to change.

  “Thank you, dearest. I have faith it will work out.”

  “I have faith that it will too. Because even if the potion doesn’t work out for us, we’ll find something. I do think this is going to work though. It sounds like so much fun.”

  “Indeed. Do you remember that charming little prince we shared a few years ago? I tested it on him.”

  “You didn’t! No wonder he wouldn’t let us see him naked for days after the full moon!” He cackled. The prince had been a tasty morsel. Had nothing on his boy of course, but definitely tasty, and he’d been happy to be shared by all three of them.

  “Yes. Those were early days.” Bern leaned forward and whispered. “Once? It disappeared for three days. Just gone. Poof.”

  His eyes widened. “I have your guarantee that won’t happen to my boy if I use this on him, yes?”

  “Pshaw. I have perfected it. It will work exactly as I say—twenty-four hours for each drop. Soft and small and sensitive.”

  “Will half a drop give us twelve hours?” It would be amazing if he could narrow the control down that fine, though to start he wanted to be sure his boy wouldn’t have unbearable need while at school.

  “If you can measure it that small, I don’t see why not. I’ve never attempted it.”

  “Well, if I try it I’ll report back to you.” He was happy with twenty-four hours, for now. Hell, he’d be happy to have four days where Stephen had to be away from him. He had plenty of ideas for ways to enjoy a smaller, but extremely sensitive penis with his boy on the nights he worked.

  In fact, this could be an amazing answer to their needs. Oh, he was looking forward to it.

  He finished his tea and gave Berny a warm hug. “Thank you again, my friend.”

  “Anytime. You’re always welcome.”

  “You and France as well. And do let me know when we can be together with our subs. I’m looking forward to having them in our lives like that.”

  “I’m looking forward to long feasts and goofy movies!”

  “You and your goofy movies.” He snickered. The crazier and sillier the movie, the more Berny liked it. And he and France loved to tease Berny about it.

  “Yes.” He heard a low growl, and then Marc cried out for Berny.

  “Daddy B!”

  “It sounds like you’re needed elsewhere. I’ll see myself out. Thank you again.”

  “Have a good day, friend.” Bern headed away. “Listen to your Daddy F, lovely.”

  Champ was still smiling as he let himself out, and then he was smiling for a whole other reason as he made his way upstairs.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “Should I call Marc? Should I tell him I’m moving out?” Stephen had felt so confident, but now…Now he was standing in their apartment, getting ready to move out, and he was worried.

  “You can if you like. I’m guessing you’ll actually
get his voice mail, but if you leave a message, then you know it’s done.”

  He looked at Champ. “He’s going to be mad at me.” He closed his eyes, trying to figure out what to do.

  “I told you I’d keep paying your half of the apartment if necessary. I think he’ll be looking to move out, too, though.” Champ sounded so sure.

  “Can you…will you tell them I’m leaving?” He loved Marc to death. They’d been friends forever. He didn’t want to lose his friend.

  “They already know, sweet boy. They already know.”

  “Oh, okay. I—everything in my bedroom is mine and some of the DVDs, a ton of the books. Most of the kitchen things are Marc’s.”

  Champ looked around, then turned to him. “I know we rented a truck and all, but why don’t we grab anything you want to have access to and I’ll hire a mover who can grab everything and put it in storage. That way both you and Marc have your stuff if you need it, but we don’t have to spend a lot of time packing and moving everything ourselves when we have much better things to do with our time.”

  He didn’t blush at what those things could be. He didn’t. “That’s fair. That way I just need the rest of my clothes, my things from the bedroom, and the books.” They had streaming for the movies, his electronics were already at Champ’s.

  Champ opened up his phone and scrolled through the internet. Then he smiled. “Found what we need. Let me just make a call.”

  “I’ll start putting books in boxes.” He bounced off, hoping that Champ would enjoy all his shit. He had tons—between his locker of art supplies, his clothes, the rest of the art they hadn’t taken yet, his pillows…

  “All arranged. They’ll come on Monday next week. I can meet them here with the key if you’re busy.” Champ came over and grabbed a pillow from the bed. “I can smell you in here.”

  “It’s my room. It was, anyway. That’s my favorite pillow.” He’d had it for years.

  Champ buried his nose in it, then rubbed his cheek against it. “Does it have a story?”