All Chapters of Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Twenty minutes later, we were supposed to be cleaning up. Instead, Tyler was pressed against the shower tiles, his leg hiked up over my hip, my cock buried deep inside him while hot water cascaded over both our bodies."So perfect," I groaned, my hands gripping his ass to spread him wider, give me better access. "So fucking perfect. Every time I'm inside you, it's better than the last.""Harder, sir," Tyler begged, his nails digging into my shoulders. "Please fuck me harder."I adjusted my angle and started pounding up into him with enough force that his back slammed against the tiles with each thrust. His cock was trapped between our bodies, the friction and the water and the constant pressure against his prostate making him moan incoherently."You're going to come again," I told him. "Going to come just from my cock, no hands. Show me what a good slut you are.""Yes, sir, yes, please, I'm so close."I could feel his body tensing, his hole fluttering around my length. I reached betwee

I woke to the sun streaming through the window and Tyler's mouth wrapped around my cock, his head bobbing slowly, taking me deep into his throat."Fuck," I groaned, my hand moving to his hair. "What a way to wake up."He pulled off with a wet pop, his lips swollen and slick. "Wanted to thank you for last night, sir. Wanted to show my appreciation.""Get up here," I ordered.He crawled up my body and straddled my hips, positioning himself over my cock and sinking down in one smooth motion. He was still loose and wet from last night, taking me easily."Ride me," I said. "Nice and slow. Make it last."Tyler set a languid pace, rolling his hips, grinding down on my cock with each movement. The morning light painted his skin gold, highlighting every mark and bruise I'd left on him over the past weeks.He was beautiful. Absolutely fucking beautiful.I sat up and pulled him close, our chests pressed together, and kissed him deeply while he continued moving. His arms wrapped around my neck, o

At three PM, Dante had me ride a dildo while he watched, my cock bouncing untouched, and I nearly came just from the prostate stimulation. He had to physically pull me off the toy to stop me.At four PM, he edged me with his mouth, sucking my cock while his fingers worked my hole, and I was crying, actually crying, begging him to just let me finish."No," he said, pulling off. "You're not even halfway done. You can make it."At five PM, he fucked me slowly, torturously, his cock dragging over my prostate with every thrust while he stroked my cock in time. I was so close I could taste it, and when he stopped and pulled out, I actually screamed in frustration."I know, baby," he soothed, holding me while I shook. "I know it's hard. But you're doing so well. So proud of you."By seven PM, I was completely out of my mind. My cock was leaking constantly, a steady stream of precome that had soaked through my clothes. My hole was clenching on nothing, desperate to be filled. I couldn't think

DANTE P.O.VDay three started with me waking Tyler at seven AM and immediately fitting him with the gear I'd ordered online and had delivered yesterday while he was bound and blindfolded.A leather puppy hood that covered his entire head except for his mouth and nose, with floppy ears attached. Padded leather mitts that buckled around his hands, rendering them useless. Matching knee pads to protect his legs while crawling. And a thick leather tail plug that I worked into his hole slowly, making sure it was seated properly."There's my good puppy," I said, petting his head through the hood. "Look at you. So pretty in your gear."Tyler made a soft whining sound, already getting into character."No talking today," I reminded him. "Puppies don't talk. They bark and whine and make cute sounds. But no words. Understand?"He barked once, the sound muffled slightly by the hood."Good boy. Now crawl after me. Time for breakfast."I led him to the kitchen where I'd set up a dog bowl filled with

DANTE P.O.VThe house was spotless. We'd spent all of Monday morning scrubbing away any evidence of what we'd been doing for the past month. Every sex toy was locked away in my closet. Every bottle of lube hidden. The sheets on both our beds were fresh and clean. Tyler's room looked lived-in enough to be believable.Nothing remained to suggest we'd spent the last four weeks fucking in every room, exploring every dark fantasy, pushing every boundary we could find.By noon, the house looked exactly as our parents had left it."They land at three," Tyler said, checking his phone for the hundredth time. "The Uber app says they requested a pickup for three forty-five. They should be home by four-thirty."We had four and a half hours.I grabbed Tyler's hand and pulled him toward the stairs. "Then we have time for one more.""Dante," he protested weakly. "We just cleaned everything.""We'll clean again," I said, already pulling his shirt over his head. "But I need you one more time before we