All Chapters of Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

I didn't sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those dark eyes staring at me. I felt the heat of his hand on my wrist.The next morning, the sun was shining, and the city was moving like normal, but I felt like I was walking through a fog. I went to my classes at the community college on autopilot, barely hearing the professors. My phone was gone, and I felt naked without it.I got home around four o'clock. My apartment building was a old brick walk-up, the kind with peeling paint and a landlord who never fixed the radiator. I climbed the three flights of stairs, my legs burning, just wanting to collapse on my bed.I reached my floor and froze.There was a man standing in front of my door.He was big. Not as tall as Dante, but wide, with a neck like a tree trunk. He was wearing a black suit and sunglasses, despite the fact that it was a cloudy afternoon.I took a step back, my hand gripping the railing."Leo?" the man asked. His voice was a dull rumble.I didn't answer.

I made my way downstairs at five to eight. I didn't want to be late. I didn't want to find out what Dante meant by "punish."The house was quiet. The staff moved like ghosts, nodding at me respectfully but not speaking. I found my way back to the dining room, a long, cavernous space with a table that could seat twenty.Dante was sitting at the head of the table.He had changed clothes. He was wearing a black suit, no tie, the top button of his shirt undone. He looked dark, dangerous, and incredibly sexy.He was cutting a piece of steak, his movements precise and efficient. He didn't look up when I entered."Sit," he said, gesturing to the chair to his right.I sat down. The table was set for two, but the distance between us felt like a mile. A waiter appeared out of nowhere and poured me a glass of red wine."I’m not old enough to drink," I said automatically.Dante looked up at me, raising an eyebrow. "You’re in my house, Leo. The rules don’t apply here."He took a sip of his wine, h

The ride to the house felt like it took forever. The silence in the car was heavy, suffocating. My car had broken down on the side of the road miles back, so I had no choice but to ride with Caleb. The air inside the car smelled thick, like stale sex and rain. I sat in the passenger seat with my legs squeezed tight together. My pants were a complete mess.The cum from the graveyard was dry now, crusty and sticky against my skin. It felt gross. Every time the car hit a bump, I could feel the rough fabric of my suit pants pulling at the dried mess on my legs. It itched. I smelled like a cheap whore. I kept my head turned toward the window, watching the rain streak against the glass, too scared to look at him.Caleb drove with one hand resting on the steering wheel. He didn't look at me. He just stared at the road, a small smirk playing on his lips. I was terrified he was going to reach over and touch me again, but he didn't. He just let me sit there in my own filth, letting the humiliat

My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought they would break. Sam was right there. I could see his white sneakers on the stone pavement just a few feet away.Marcus did not stop. He did not pull his hand out of my pants. He just covered my mouth with his other hand. His palm was wet and tasted like chlorine."Hello?" Sam said again. He took a step closer. "Dad?"I squeezed my eyes shut. I was shaking so bad my teeth chattered against Marcus's hand. If Sam walked another two steps he would see us. He would see his dad pinning me against the wall with his hand down my pants.Marcus did not even look at his son. He kept his face buried in my neck. He inhaled my scent. He moved his thumb over the head of my dick. He rubbed the sensitive spot. My legs almost gave out. The fear mixed with the pleasure was too much."Maybe he went for a run," a girl's voice said. It was Sam's girlfriend."I guess," Sam said. "I could have sworn I heard him."Sam stood there for a second longer. It fe

The house was dead silent. My parents had left for the weekend hours ago. It was just me and Ace, but he was out doing god knows what. I was alone in my room with the door locked. Or so I thought.I lay on my back on my bed, completely naked. My legs were spread wide, knees bent. In my hand, I held the massive dildo I’d bought online. It was thick, veined, and heavy. I’d coated it in half a bottle of lube until it was dripping wet.I reached down and rubbed the slick head against my twitching hole. I took a deep breath and pushed. The silicone beast stretched me open, sliding deep until it hit my prostate."Fuck," I moaned, my head falling back against the pillows.I started to fuck myself with it. Squish. Squish. Squish. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room. I moved it faster, imagining it wasn't cold plastic. I imagined it was Ace. I imagined his rough hands bruising my hips, his heavy balls slapping against my ass."Yes, Ace," I whined, rolling my hips to take it deeper. "Fuck yo