All Chapters of Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

A slow, cold smile touched Victor’s lips. It didn’t reach his eyes. “I think you know. You’re not a stupid boy, just a broke one. You have one asset of value to me right now, and it’s not your word.”He stepped closer, invading Kai’s personal space. He smelled of expensive cologne and something clean and masculine, like winter air. He reached out and hooked a finger in the collar of Kai’s t-shirt, the one with the noodle stain on it. The touch was casual, but it burned like a brand.“This can go one of two ways,” Victor murmured, his voice a low, hypnotic rumble. “You can walk out of here with a thirty-day extension on your rent. Or you can walk out of here with your eviction notice in your hand and nowhere to sleep tonight. The choice is yours.”It wasn’t a choice. It was a demand. Kai’s mind screamed at him to run, to fight, to do anything but stand there and submit. But where would he go? The thought of sleeping on the street, of losing the only small space he could call his own, w

Victor’s grip on Kai’s hips tightened, a possessive, unyielding hold. There was no more preamble, no more teasing. The blunt, thick head of Victor’s cock pressed against Kai’s entrance, a demanding pressure that stole the breath from his lungs. This was it. The point of no return.“Beg for it,” Victor commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated through Kai’s entire body.Kai’s mind reeled. Beg for this intrusion, for this violation? But the thought was fleeting, replaced by a primal, desperate need that was overriding everything else. He was so hard it hurt, his cock aching and trapped between his body and the couch cushions. He wanted this. He needed this.“Please, Sir,” Kai choked out, his voice ragged with need. “Please… fuck me.”With a guttural groan, Victor pushed forward.The pain was sharp, immediate, and breathtaking. It was a white-hot, searing sensation as Kai’s body was forced to accommodate Victor’s thick length. He cried out, his fingers digging into the couch cushion

Victor’s strokes were maddeningly slow, a deep, rhythmic grind that was designed to drive Kai to the brink of insanity. Each thrust was a deliberate act of possession, each stroke of his hand on Kai’s cock a reminder of who was in control. The cock ring was a constant, tight pressure, a cruel device that amplified every sensation while denying the ultimate release.“Please, Sir,” Kai begged, his voice a broken, desperate sound. He didn’t even know what he was begging for anymore. For him to stop? For him to go faster? For him to finally end this exquisite torture?Victor chuckled, a low, dark sound. “You’re learning to beg nicely. But you’re not ready yet.”He pulled out of Kai suddenly, leaving him gasping and empty. Before Kai could even process the loss, Victor was grabbing him, turning him around and pushing him to his knees on the floor.“Stay,” Victor commanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience.He walked over to his discarded coat, rummaging in the inner pocket. He re

The next day was a haze of surreal, aching arousal. The plug was a constant, maddening presence inside him, a reminder of Victor’s ownership with every step he took, every time he sat down. He went to work, a mindless data entry job that he usually hated, but today, it was a welcome distraction. Every time he shifted in his chair, the plug would press against his prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure through him that made him gasp and bite his lip to keep from making a sound. He spent half the day in a state of semi-arousal, his cock straining against the fabric of his underwear.He was distracted, unable to focus on anything but the thought of Victor’s return. What would he do to him tonight? The thought was a mix of fear and a thrilling, terrifying anticipation. He was a drug addict waiting for his next fix.He left work early, rushing home. He wanted to be ready for Victor. He took a long, hot shower, making sure he was clean, inside and out. He hesitated for a moment, then reached

The engine died with a pathetic, expensive-sounding cough, followed by a series of final, shuddering clicks. Eli slammed his palms against the sleek leather of the steering wheel, a curse caught in his throat.Of all the times for his brand-new, top-of-the-line German sedan to decide to have an existential crisis, one in the morning on a deserted stretch of backroad was possibly the worst.The dashboard, a calm sea of blue light just moments before, was now a black, lifeless void. He tried the ignition again. Nothing. Not even a flicker.He was stranded. His phone, of course, had ten percent battery. No signal. Perfect. He was the poster child for first-world problems, marooned in a machine that cost more than most people’s annual salary, reduced to the same helplessness as a driver of a rusted-out junker. With a sigh that seemed to drain the last of his energy, he got out of the car.The night air was cool and smelled of damp earth and distant woodsmoke. He looked up and down the two-