Christian

by Sean Michael

  “Yeah. I mean, not driving sucks. And having to ask to use the bathroom isn’t cool, but I agreed in writing to all of it beforehand—the spankings, the humiliation, the laser, the ruined orgasms, everything. I understand.”

  “What if you just said no, it’s too much?”

  “We can say no all we want, that’s kind of the point, right?”

  He shook his head. “No, I mean use your safeword.”

  “I’d never do that. Daddy knows best. And I shouldn’t have done it. It was stupid and dangerous and Daddy is taking care of me.” Nicky shrugged. “The real punishment parts are almost over. I get my eyebrows back soon. That’s the worse. I look like a freak!”

  “Boy!” Rick’s voice shot out. “Don’t make me add another week.”

  “Yes, Daddy. Sorry.”

  “He’s really mad, isn’t he?” Chrissy didn’t ever want Salem to be that mad at him. He didn’t like punishments.

  “I scared him. Bad. I am his, and he sees me.”

  Now that, Christian could understand. All his life nobody saw him except for Salem. He looked over at his Daddy, finding Salem’s eyes on him, Daddy watching him, seeing him.

  He offered Salem a smile, mouthed, “I love you.”

  That made Salem smile back, eyes lighting up.

  “What are you going to eat, Chrissy?” Tab asked. “Do you want to share the appetizer platter?”

  “Oh, let’s all get one and share!” Aaron said. “It’s huge and there’s lots of nibbles.”

  “I’m easy. Hungry, but easy.” He grinned at Nicky. “Are you looking forward to shopping?”

  “A little. People are going to stare.”

  “We won’t let them. You’ll be with us.” Chrissy got it, but he wasn’t on the outside now. Not now.

  Nicky gave him a warm smile. “Thanks, Chrissy. I’m glad you’re having a good time with your Daddy. Uncle Jerusalem’s a good guy.”

  “He is. He is, very much.” And Chrissy was lucky. They had each other.

  Jerusalem kept half an eye on his boy, but Chrissy was clearly happy with the other boys. He was glad because it gave Chrissy people to talk to who understood what he was going through.

  He turned his attention back to Rick. “So, your boy?” Nicky was shocking to look at. It wasn’t the bald head, it was the lack of eyebrows.

  “He drove home drunk. He ran off the road. He went out with his frat brothers and let them shame him into danger.” Rick met Jerusalem’s eyes, the expression devastated. “He has two priors from when he was in college. If he’d been caught, it would have meant jail. If he’d hurt someone, himself? God. I might have lost him.”

  “Christ.” He grabbed Rick’s hand and squeezed. “I’m so sorry.” What had seemed extreme a second ago seemed tame once he knew the whole story.

  “We agreed to the terms. He’ll be allowed to grow his eyebrows back first. Then we’ll discuss the hair. I admit, I like him clean. I’m having the rest of it lasered. No more body hair, no more thinking he’s not a boy. I have him caged and plugged. We’re doing enemas, daily spankings, and no orgasms until he earns them. I’m going to give him the attention he was asking for and more.”

  “Better bald than dead. I’m glad he didn’t hurt anyone, or himself.”

  Rick nodded. “Thank God. I will never take my eye off him again.”

  He glanced at Chrissy, who was leaning against Tab and talking happily. “I understand that.”

  “Speaking of—how is your…experiment going, man?” Rick winked at him, but the stress was evident in the man’s voice.

  “It’s going fantastically. We had a breakthrough today, and he finally understood the benefits to what we’re doing.” He had to smile, had to. “He had his first dry orgasm this morning.”

  “Oh, that can take some doing,” Jess nodded. “It’s a process, training like any other. Once you get the muscle flexing, it rocks.”

  “We’re working on flexing that muscle.” He chuckled. “Twenty-six more days of flexing, in fact. I’m sure he’ll have it down pat by then.”

  “You know it. Are you enjoying it?” Jess asked. “I know it takes a lot of time.”

  “That’s one of my favorite things about it. We’ve made it a part of our morning routine. I’m going to have to find something to replace it when the month is up.” And he thought, now that Chrissy had felt the payoff of a dry orgasm, that his boy was much happier about things. There had been nothing so hot as Chrissy asking for the cage, the sound. He’d ached with pride.

  He glanced over, yet again, unable to keep his eyes from his boy. His beautiful boy, getting along with the others like him. Chrissy belonged with him, but he also belonged here with the boys who were like him.

  “Penny for them,” Ben said.

  “What?” He’d missed something. He was sure.

  Ben chuckled. “A penny for your thoughts, though I imagine I can guess pretty accurately.”

  “He’s acting like a confident, happy boy with his friends. I’ve wanted this for us for so long.”

  “We know.” Jess glanced over at their boys and smiled. “You’ve been preparing your life for him for years.”

  “I have. He was worth the wait.” And he would have waited longer if he’d had to.

  “He looks happy. He’s glowing, and he adjusted to Nicky quickly. That’s impressive.” Rick sighed. “Are we getting a bunch of appetizers and sharing?”

  “That’s a great idea.” Salem loved having a bunch of choices.

  Everyone else agreed, Ben adding a caveat. “As long as we get two orders of sliders because there’s only three on a plate and we should each have our own.” Ben loved sliders more than he probably should.

  “Maybe we should order three. That’ll keep the food fights to a minimum.”

  They all began to laugh, the sound filling the diner.

  Their boys, all of them, looked over at them, and then almost as one, moved to sit in their laps, even Ben had a boy on each knee. Ah, happiness shared.

  Chrissy leaned in, kissing his cheek. “This okay?”

  “For a moment. We aren’t in someone’s home, though, so we do need to be circumspect.” Salem rubbed their noses together. “If we were at someone’s home, I’d have you on your knees and take your mouth.”

  “Speaking of homes—” Ben murmured. “We closed. All the papers are signed, and the utilities are on. The building is ready for us to enjoy.”

  “Oh, congratulations, Ben. You have to let us know when you’re moving in, and we’ll all come and help.” He was eager to see how Ben and his boys would set up their house, especially the playroom. “And I seem to remember we promised to help out.”

  “No. No, Jerusalem, you’ve forgotten. This is for us. For our community. This is our play area. Three stories of home where we can be with our boys together. The boys and I still have our own home.”

  “Oh, how wonderful. What do you think, Chrissy? If we were in this house with everyone, would you blow me at the dinner table?”

  “If you asked me to, Daddy. You wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t safe.” Oh, good boy.

  “God, I love you so much.” He cupped Chrissy’s cheek with one hand and kissed his boy, full-on, letting Chrissy feel his love and his pride.

  “That’s what we’re all shopping for. Our new home away from home. Our space.” Isaac bounced. “We need everything!”

  Jerusalem turned to Ben again. “Tell me you haven’t handed over your credit card blindly.”

  “No. I thought we would all go see, and then perhaps make a basic plan. It needs work, but the bones are all there.”

  “And our waitress is coming. Maybe our boys should all return to their seats?” Jess suggested.

  He patted Chrissy’s caged cock. “Go on, boy. Enjoy your lunch.”

  Chrissy moaned, then hugged him. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  Jerusalem was going to explode in pure joy. Boom.

  He watched Chrissy move, all plugged up, as he and the other boys ret
urned to their booth, just in time for their waitress to arrive and ask what they wanted. He shifted, trying to find room for his growing cock in his jeans.

  Ben went ahead and ordered two sets of all the appetizers—one set for their table, one for their boys in the booth, then he added several more slider orders, which had them all chuckling again.

  Soon they would be able to have suppers together at the house. Soon they would have parties. Together.

  Next to having Chrissy as his boy, it sounded like the best thing ever.

  Chapter Twelve

  Jerusalem couldn’t believe how quickly thirty days could go. Yesterday had been the last morning of their month of milking Chrissy, and he wasn’t at all sure where the time had gone.

  Well, that wasn’t true because he did know. It had gone in exploring orgasms with Chrissy. It had gone in shopping with their friends for the new house. It had gone in painting and repairing and making the new place perfect. It had gone in love and laughter.

  He rolled over and cuddled up to Chrissy, ready to snuggle for a bit before he woke his boy. He was a bit at lost ends to be honest.

  Chrissy languidly stretched his arms up over his head. “Morning, Daddy.”

  Smiling against Chrissy, he slowly rubbed against all that skin before replying. “Morning, baby boy.”

  Chrissy woke slowly, dozing against him, kissing him, so lazy. So sensual and lovely. He tangled their tongues together, loving the taste of his boy.

  “Mmm…how do you want me, Daddy? On my back? On my hands and knees?”

  “On your back, boy, so I can see your face.” The face of the man he loved who called him Daddy. He was the luckiest man ever.

  Chrissy nodded and moved the pillows around, rolling a soft towel so it would keep his cock from getting too much sensation and catch his seed. This…this was their set up for milking. Surely Chrissy remembered. After all, he’d made a big deal yesterday about it being day thirty, the last day of their morning milkings.

  “We don’t need the towel, lover.”

  “Daddy…” Chrissy was pink, staring at him.

  “I’m right here, boy. Talk to me.” Clearly, his boy had something on his mind.

  “Daddy, I…I’m here. Ready for you to milk me.”

  He felt his eyes go wide and his heart thumped faster, his prick taking notice. “Yesterday was the end of our month of milking.” He needed to be sure that he understood exactly what Chrissy was saying.

  “The end of our trial month.” Chrissy held his gaze. “I need it, Daddy. I want you to milk my balls dry.”

  Groaning, he brought their mouths together, kissing Chrissy hard. He was overjoyed by the request. Chrissy not only knew he needed and wanted it but had found the confidence to ask for it too.

  He pulled back, still looking at Chrissy, and nodded. “Then it’s officially a part of our morning routine.”

  “Yeah? It’s good, Daddy?” Chrissy stayed sprawled for him, exposed.

  “It is. It’s very good. And I’m so proud of you for asking for it.” He slid his fingers across Chrissy’s ass, letting them linger at Chrissy’s tight little hole.

  No more wet orgasms for his boy, at Chrissy’s request. His cock swelled, throbbing hard.

  “You are sexier right now than you’ve ever been.” And his boy had been plenty sexy on an everyday basis.

  “I love you, Daddy. I need you.”

  “Daddy’s right here, boy. And I love you too. More and more every single day.”

  He eased his fingers in, careful not to press too hard, teasing gently.

  He wanted this to be hot and sexy as well as routine. Chrissy had asked for this and now it was theirs, forever.

  He leaned forward, kissing one nipple. “My boy.”

  “Yes, Daddy. Yours.”

  God, those words made him so hard. “All mine. And I’m yours.” He nudged Chrissy’s gland, then again and again.

  Chrissy hummed softly, bottom lip caught in his teeth.

  “You’ve grown to like this part too.” He knew Chrissy appreciated not having the compulsion to grab his cock all the time, and the dry orgasms were amazing, but he thought it was more than that. He thought Chrissy appreciated the closeness between them while they did this. It was more than just getting his prostate milked.

  It was their life. Their kink. Their way.

  “We get to spend it together.”

  “Uh-huh.” Jerusalem nodded, his gaze glued to Chrissy’s face. His boy was happy, relaxed, focused, and present.

  Whole. Together.

  Chrissy had his family now, and so did Jerusalem.

  End

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  About the Author

  Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.

  Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.

  Coming Soon from Sean Michael

  Winter Boys: Troy — coming spring 2020

  The Hammer Boys Reading Order

  Bent was the first Hammer story I wrote and it probably makes sense to start with it, even though the Montana and Billy novels come first chronologically. Bent kind of lays out the groundwork of The Hammer Club and a number of the "regulars" are introduced in it. Drawn, Found, Snared, Owned and Push are set before the events in Bent take place.

  Bent

  Drawn

  Found

  Snared

  Owned

  Push

  Baked (available at Evil Plot Bunny)

  Forged

  Spoken

  Control

  Christmas Auction

  New

  Submission

  Domination

  Burn

  Christmas Angel

  Little Jamie

  Sold

  Better Than Friends

  Gravity

  Christmas Homecoming

  Solitary

  Trust

  Switch

  Beaten

  Treat

  Renew

  Hitched

  Top Bidder

  Deeper

  Cream

  Need For Sale

  Combine

  Flair

  Twas the Night

  The Box of Nails Reading Order

  This Old House

  This Young Stud

  Making Repairs

  Jack of All Trades

  The Briar Rose Reading Order

  Hoarse Play

  Controlling Parker

  Blended Family

  Iron Eagle Gym Reading Order

  The New Boy

  The Perfect Boy

  The Luckiest Master

  The Closet Boy

  The Dom’s Way

  The Eager Boy

  The Gentle Dom

  The Needy Boy

  The New Boy

  Lance Packet just got a contract to shoot an erotic BDSM deck of cards, the only problem is finding models. So far everyone he’s interviewed thinks he’s looking for sex for hire. Then in walk three perfect examples of men: Tide and his friends, Tyrone and Bran.

  Tide Germaine is a model and a Dom. He and his best friend Tyrone opened The Iron Eagle Gym as a place for gay men in the lifestyle to work out, do scenes, and congregate with like-minded men. The modeling is just another job for Tide, but it soon turns into a grand seduction as Tide falls for the shy, self-conscious photographer. The problem is Lance doesn’t believe he’s in Tide’s league, and he’s not at all sure about the Dom and sub thing.

  It’s not going to be easy, but
Tide’s going to have to convince Lance he belongs at Tide’s side as both lover and sub.

  The Perfect Sub

  While new couple Tide and Lance spend time deepening their relationship and further introducing Lance to the joys and vagaries of being a sub, established couple Tyrone and Bran discover that they still have a thing or two to learn as well.

  A new job finds Bran run off his feet, and a visit to the eye doctor leads to the discovery of a brain tumor. Bran is terrified. He strives to be the perfect sub for his beautiful master and sees the tumor as a personal failing as he tries to handle every last phone call, e-mail, and text that comes in, no matter how early or late. When Tyrone finally finds out about the tumor Bran’s been keeping a secret, he realizes he’s been taking his sub for granted, and he works to rediscover his boy and their relationship. Of course, that’s easier said than done given that Bran’s job is taking up all his time, and he would rather pretend the tumor just doesn’t exist than actually deal with it.

  It's going to take all of Tyrone's prowess as a master to help guide Bran through these troubled waters.

  The Luckiest Master

  When Master Damien Richardson (Day to his friends) takes over the front desk manager job at the Iron Eagle Gym, he knows he’s going to need an assistant. But finding the right person for the job is harder than he thought it would be. When he meets Saw, he thinks he’s found the solution to all his problems, and maybe something more.

  Sawyer Whitehead lost his master to a tragic car accident some years ago, and since then one opportunity after another has gone sour on him. Thoroughly convinced he’s cursed and a jinx to everything and everyone he touches, he refuses to officially become Day’s assistant because he knows that as soon as he does, something terrible will happen. He’s even more determined not to get involved with Day, despite his attraction, because it would kill him to be responsible for tragedy befalling the lovely man.