Stephen (BOY: ISO Book 1)

by Sean Michael

  He grabbed a third taco when he’d finished the second.

  He really likes them. Oh, yay!

  “Of course I like them. They’re delicious. You know they are.” Sweet boy, always so worried.

  Stephen’s head tilted. Can you hear me?

  “Of course I can hear you, baby boy.”

  His eyes went wide, Stephen staring and shocked. “Whoa.”

  “Oh, you hadn’t said that out loud, had you?” He beamed at Stephen. It was one of the gifts true mates shared.

  “I—No? I—Can I hear you?”

  “Yes. I mean, I don’t know if you can yet, but it’s part of being my mate. It just happens as we bond. I’m not sure if I need to think toward you or if you need to try. I think it was easy for me because I’m a dragon.” Not that his boy wasn’t magical, because Stephen was, but Champ had believed in magical things a very long time. He looked into Stephen’s eyes and thought very deliberately. I love you.

  “I love you too.” Stephen looked like he was a little dazed.

  “Wonderful! You heard me too. I told you you could.” He was very pleased. I’m so happy. You make me so happy.

  I love you. This is so weird. What if I think a bad thing, or a kinky thing?

  There are no bad things and I hope you think lots of kinky things. He closed his eyes for a moment and imagined the two of them naked, standing in front of a mirror, him behind Stephen. His boy had a cage on, the silver bright around the trapped cock, and he had his hands on Stephen’s hips. He did his best to think the image to Stephen, then opened his eyes to see the effect.

  Stephen was staring at him, lips parted, pupils huge and dark.

  “You see? It’ll be fine if you share kinky things with me. In fact, I believe it should be encouraged.”

  “Uh-huh.” Stephen took a hard, happy kiss, cock pressing against him.

  He purred happily. He was more than willing to give his boy one last amazing orgasm before they tested out the potion from Berny. After all, his boy had to go to school tomorrow.

  Want you. It’s crazy. I want it all the time. Your cock. Your touch. You.

  It’s the bond. It’s our matehood. It’s because we’re meant to be. He knew it would never fade. They might become more used to the intensity, but it would always be there for them.

  “Oh god. I want you. Can you fuck me? Here? Now?”

  “Uh-huh.” He was glad they were on the same page. He pushed himself away from the table, the chair legs scraping against the floor as they went. “We just need to expose the appropriate parts and then you can straddle me.”

  “The appropriate parts.” Stephen’s chuckle was charming as hell.

  He grinned. “You knew what I meant. We need our pants undone—be easier with yours gone altogether.”

  Yes, Daddy. The mental touch was like a live wire as Stephen stood to strip.

  He groaned, his hands moving to help Stephen, his fingers lingering on the lovely, warm skin. Then he undid his own pants and opened them, exposing his need.

  Stephen groaned, licking his lips, gaze fastened on him.

  He patted his thighs. “Come and ride, boy.”

  “Uh-huh. I—get me ready?”

  “You want olive oil or do you want lube?” he asked, happy with either.

  “What’s faster?”

  He did appreciate the way his boy was thinking. “The olive oil is in the cupboard next to the fridge. I think there’s lube in the drawer by the stove.”

  “Daddy! The kitchen is no place for lube!”

  He chuckled. “Why not? There’s always a junk drawer in a kitchen, isn’t there?”

  “Still!”

  That was adorable, watching Stephen stomp around the kitchen.

  Sweet boy. Wait ’til you find out where else I’ve stashed lube.

  Daddy! Oh, that happy laughter.

  He laughed as well, opening his arms, just waiting for his boy to find the lube and come back to him.

  Stephen pushed into his arms with a quiet, happy moan, the lube pressed between them. He wrapped his arms around his boy, giving him a kiss. He got lost in it, tongue pushing into his boy’s mouth as he devoured his sweet love.

  Stephen opened up, letting him in and in, moaning into their kisses. He managed to find the lube between them after some fumbling, that might have been on purpose, feeling his boy up. Then he slicked up his fingers and slid his hand down to his boy’s ass. With his legs spread across Champ’s thighs, Stephen’s ass was very easy access, and he slipped two fingers into his boy’s hole.

  Stephen squeezed him, a moan rumbling deep in his chest. So good.

  It was. It was the best. He pressed his fingers deep, looking to find Stephen’s gland and light everything up. It didn’t take him long to find it. Stephen danced on his lap, lips parted on a gasp.

  He dove in, fucking Stephen’s mouth with his tongue as he continued to play that little gland, his fingers touching off of it continuously. He wanted Stephen to have an amazing orgasm, to be out of his mind with pleasure when he came.

  Need you. Need you, Daddy.

  Pushy boy. Beautiful needy pushy boy. He made sure to put all his joy into his thoughts too—so Stephen could feel it.

  His boy rode him hard, bouncing on his lap, taking his fingers. He pulled his fingers out, wanting Stephen riding like that on his cock.

  “Daddy!” Stephen arched and pushed closer. “Please!”

  “My cock now, boy.” He wrapped his hands around Stephen’s waist and tugged him into place. Stephen sighed as he sank down, lips parted and hungry.

  My amazing boy. He was in love with Stephen, and it just kept getting better and better.

  “Yours. It feels so good, Daddy. Filling me up.”

  “And you are the perfect sheath, my own. Just perfect.” He brought Stephen down on him over and over.

  He felt Stephen’s pleasure, the passion like a fire inside him.

  Pleasure within and without, it was amazing. Stephen was amazing. “Gonna do this forever.”

  “Promise? Please?”

  “I promise, boy. I’m never going to stop loving you.”

  “I promise the same thing. Never stop.”

  “Good.” He brought Stephen down harder, his boy riding him like mad. His balls drew up against his body, and he had to fight to keep from shooting.

  “Daddy. Soon. Please.”

  “Wait for my command, boy.” He knew Stephen knew, but they both liked it when he said it.

  “Yes.” Stephen’s smile was blissful.

  That was what sent him over. He roared as he filled his boy with his seed, sending the command mentally. Come!

  Daddy! Stephen’s cry was purely mental, soaring through him.

  He poured himself into Stephen, every drop he had and all his love just pouring from him.

  Stephen clung to him, almost crying, sucking in breaths. He slid his hands from around Stephen’s waist to wrap around his boy and hold them pressed together. He was sweaty and hot and all he could smell was the two of them.

  “Yours. Oh, it feels so good. You. In me.”

  “It feels right. As if everything is as it should be.” It was no wonder his boy wanted this all the time—he did as well. Nothing so perfect could be resisted.

  “Yes. Just that.” Stephen rested hard against him.

  “I can’t believe the weekend is over already.” Time had never passed so quickly as it did when he was with his boy.

  “Me either. It flew by.”

  He stroked Stephen’s back, fingers sliding along his boy’s spine. “It’s time to test out Berny’s potion.”

  “Do you think we need to, Daddy?”

  “Do you think you can make it through the day at school without touching yourself?” He knew damn well the honest answer to that was no, but his boy had to realize it for himself.

  “I—” Stephen sighed, then shook his head. “I’d try, but…I swear I can feel you needing me.”

  “And you need me. It’s the
bond. It’s the power of our love and matehood. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. But you mustn’t touch, and I want to not only make it easier for you to obey but not have to punish you as well.”

  Stephen held on tight, but there was satisfaction, deep down. “I’m a little nervous. Is that okay?”

  “Of course it’s okay. Whatever you feel is valid, and this is something entirely new. I think it’s only natural to be nervous. But you trust in me to do right by you.”

  “I do. I trust you. More than anything.”

  He kissed Stephen for that. “Let’s do this in the bedroom.” So it would be easy to cuddle his boy when the potion took effect. It would be fairly traumatic the first time, he imagined.

  “Okay…” Stephen couldn’t decide whether he felt stressed or aroused, Champ could tell.

  He nuzzled his boy, sliding his cheek along Stephen’s and licking at the sensitive flesh behind his boy’s earlobe. He could tip the scales in favor of arousal.

  “Is-is it going to hurt?” Stephen moaned, the sound so soft.

  “No, no pain. It will shrink your cock, though. So you have to be ready to see that. It lasts only twenty-four hours though.” They would be able to play tomorrow evening after his boy returned home. In the meantime, the little cock would fit perfectly in a pretty cage.

  “That isn’t possible, is it?”

  “Magic, remember?” Eventually such things would be a matter of course to his boy as they were for him.

  “Magic. Right.” Stephen held him like he was afraid to move away.

  “I think this is like me being a dragon. You’ll believe it when you see it.” He stood and wriggled until his jeans fell right off, then he carried his boy with him as he headed to the bedroom.

  “I want to promise I’ll be good so you don’t have to do this.”

  “Stephen, my dear boy, we’ve tried that and you failed. You don’t like punishments. This is the best solution. Besides, I think you’ll grow to love it.” And Stephen lusted after the loss of control, after the idea of handing himself over. He knew his boy well enough now that he knew this would be something his boy would crave, even when they didn’t have to be apart.

  He laid Stephen on the bed and stripped his clothing off, then removed Stephen’s T-shirt.

  Stephen shivered, wrapping his arms around himself and holding on.

  “If you look on the nightstand, you’ll see a lovely glass bottle.” He thought his boy would appreciate the artisanal work.

  “Oh. Oh, that’s gorgeous. Seriously. It’s a work of art.”

  “It is, isn’t it? It’s a beautiful addition to any room.” He slid a finger along it as if he were touching his boy.

  “Do you know its provenance?”

  “France made it. Berny does the magic potions, France makes amazing glassware.”

  “Wow. Wow. I wonder…I have some ideas for glass in my art work.”

  “Then you should get together with France. He’s a master. They even have a room with a kiln and an oven in their apartments. It’s fascinating.”

  “It’s like…it is magic, isn’t it? This. Us.”

  “It is. We are mated after all.” He sat on the side of the bed, and slid his fingers along his boy’s belly.

  “Mated.” Stephen’s eyelids went heavy.

  “Yes. Are you ready now, boy, to discover the next thing together?” Frankly, he was excited.

  “I don’t think I am, but I believe in you.”

  He chuckled. “I’ll take it.” Grabbing the vial, he brought it over and opened the lid. He sniffed. There wasn’t really an odor.

  “If you get it in your nose, will your sinuses stop working?”

  “I don’t know. I didn’t ask about its usage on other body parts.” It had never occurred to him to.

  “Be careful sniffing, then.”

  He chuckled. “Well, it does only last twenty-four hours for every drop used. And you can still have orgasms, but your cock will be smaller. It should also be more sensitive when I touch it.” Bernie had said so.

  “Do we have to talk about it?”

  “Not at all. Let’s just do it.” He was perfectly fine with that.

  “Okay.” Stephen squeezed his eyes shut.

  “I think you should watch, boy.” He needed Stephen to be aware of how he was putting control out of his own hands and into Champ’s.

  “Daddy…” Stephen opened his eyes and closed them right away.

  “I know you’d rather I just do it and get it over with, but that’s not going to happen. I want you to watch.” He grabbed hold of Stephen’s cock with one hand, giving it a little squeeze. “Open your eyes, boy, or I’ll start with four drops and you’ll have to deal with this until Friday evening.” In fact maybe it was smarter to do that.

  Stephen shivered and squeezed his eyes closed tighter. “No, Daddy. No…”

  “Would you rather go through this every evening? Because that’s what will happen if I only put a single drop in.” He thought that four drops was the smartest idea. It would help Stephen relax and focus. And maybe by the time they had to do it again, Stephen wouldn’t be quite so stressed about the whole thing.

  “I’m going to have you count.”

  Stephen nodded, meeting him in the middle.

  “Good boy.” He filled the dropper with a little bit of the liquid and squeezed Stephen’s cock so the little slit made an “o” shape. “Here we go.”

  “Be careful…I like my cock a lot.”

  “Believe me, I like your cock a lot too.” He petted it and then squeezed it again. “Okay, for real, here we go.” He followed the words up with dripping a single drop into Stephen’s slit.

  Stephen went completely stiff, and his focus flashed up to his boy, but it only took a second before Stephen relaxed. “It doesn’t burn.”

  “Berny said it wouldn’t. That’s not the point of it, you know? Now, come on and count. I’d hate to put in too many.”

  “One, Daddy. That was one.”

  “Good boy. Here’s the next.” He put in another drop.

  “Two.” So quiet, so still.

  “Good job, my boy. I’m so proud.”

  “I want to get up.”

  “When we’re done. Here comes the next.” He set another drop into the little hole.

  Stephen’s cock jerked in his touch, the hard shaft softening. “Please? That’s three. I need a hug. I need up.”

  “We’ll do the last one fast.” He put the drop in, then sealed the bottle back up and set it aside. Then he held his arms open for his boy.

  Stephen pushed into his arms, crying hard.

  “Oh, little love, does it hurt?” Berny had told him it wouldn’t, and he couldn’t believe his friend would lie to him.

  “No. No, just scary.”

  “I have you, Stephen. I have you, I promise.”

  “I’m—I have you too.” Stephen stayed close and snuggled in.

  “You do. You hold me so close.” He kissed the top of Stephen’s head.

  This was where he could give Stephen everything, hold him, comfort him.

  “You’re so brave, my love. I’m so proud of you.”

  “You-you are? Promise?”

  “Of course I do. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. You are my lovely, beautiful boy, who is brave and wonderful and you make me very proud.”

  “I don’t feel so brave, but thank you.”

  “No? Well, you are. You’re amazing.” He kissed the top of his boy’s head again. “Now let’s have a look at the effect of those drops on your sweet prick.”

  Stephen shook his head. “I don’t want to.”

  “Well, I do.”

  “Okay. I’m going to keep my eyes closed.”

  “You’re going to have to look at some point. Wouldn’t you rather that was when you’re with me and I can hold you and tell you it’s okay than on your own?”

  Stephen nodded, sniffling a little. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Then let’s have a look, sha
ll we?” On impulse, he stood and pulled Stephen up as well, carrying his boy to the full-length mirror at the end of the room. Then he set his boy down in front of the mirror and stood behind him, his body pressed against Stephen’s.

  Stephen’s cock was tiny, soft, the sight adorable and so sweet. Vulnerable.

  “Look at that cock, boy.” He wrapped his hand loosely around it. “This cock is mine.”

  Stephen gasped, jerking into his touch, his entire body flushing.

  “How much sensation do you still have?”

  “H-huh?” His boy stared up at him, dazed.

  He bent and took a kiss, letting his tongue fuck Stephen’s mouth as he continued to hold the small, slender prick.

  It never got hard, but the leaking started almost immediately. Fascinating.

  “You’re beautiful, my boy. And you’re going to fit beautifully into my prettiest cage.”

  “I’m…please…” Stephen panted for him.

  “Please what, boy?” He nuzzled Stephen’s neck, focus on his boy in the mirror. Stephen really was so very sexy.

  “I don’t know, Daddy!”

  “That’s okay, boy. I do.” He nipped at Stephen’s neck, making his boy gasp. “Don’t move. I’m going to get the cage.” The one he had in mind was delicate, beautiful with fine silver filigree. It could only be worn when his boy was small like this.

  He thought he’d play for a bit first, just because he could, but he wanted to have the cage, right there. And he was pretty sure that Stephen could still stand at the moment. That was likely to change.

  He made sure Stephen was steady, then zipped to the chest at the end of the bed and found the cage in its box right where he remembered it being. He brought it back to his boy.

  “It’s tiny, Daddy. So pretty.”

  “Isn’t it? It would never work under normal conditions. Your cock would be stretching it, even soft. But with this, it’ll be perfect. Once we’re ready to put it on.”

  Stephen moaned but he nodded.

  Looking in the mirror, he put his hand beneath Stephen’s balls, pushing them out so they and Stephen’s cock made a sweet little package.

  “Look at that sweet little soft cock.”

  “Daddy…”

  “Daddy is looking. You need to as well.” His voice was almost all growl, his arousal flaring. “Sweet little cock.”