บททั้งหมดของ Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts: บทที่ 281 - บทที่ 290

The Mediterranean sun was unforgiving, beating down on the teak deck of the two-hundred-foot superyacht like a hammer on an anvil. Leo was sprawled face down on a plush white lounge pad, his skin glistening with a mixture of sweat and expensive tanning oil. He wore nothing but a tiny, white speedo that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The thin, stretched fabric barely contained the plump curve of his ass, and the string ties rested high on his sharp hip bones.Leo was twenty-one, toned, and completely spoiled. Three months ago, he had been serving overpriced lattes at a cafe in Monaco when Arthur Sterling walked in. Arthur was fifty-three, a ruthless British shipping billionaire, and a man who was used to writing checks to get exactly what he wanted. He had taken one look at Leo's lean body and pretty face, slapped a black Amex on the counter, and told the boy his life was about to change.Now, Leo was cruising the open ocean on a floating palace, wearing clothes bought by

Leo froze, his heart hammering against his ribs. His ass was still high in the air, the fat head of Arthur's cock pressed firmly against his slick, trembling hole. He turned his head slightly to see who had come out onto the sun deck.It was Klaus, the yacht's captain. Klaus was a tall, stern German man in his late thirties, wearing his crisp white uniform. He stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide as he took in the scene on the lounge pad. His billionaire boss, completely naked and slick with sweat, mounting a naked boy in the bright Mediterranean sun.Arthur did not flinch. He did not let go of Leo's throat. He simply looked up at the captain, his blue eyes cold and commanding. "Captain Klaus. What is it?"Klaus cleared his throat, his face turning a deep shade of red. He kept his eyes fixed firmly on the horizon. "My apologies, Mr. Sterling. We are approaching a squall. The seas are picking up. I came to advise you to move indoors."Arthur chuckled, the vibration rumbling throu

Ethan Cross was a brat. He was a twenty-two-year-old trust fund baby with a sharp tongue, an overinflated ego, and a trust fund that could buy a small country. He was used to getting everything he wanted, and he loved making grown men feel small. But today, he had made a fatal mistake. He had humiliated the wrong man.The quarterly shareholder meeting had been a disaster for Marcus Sterling. Marcus was fifty-four, the CEO of a rival tech conglomerate, and a man who had built his empire from the dirt up. He was a mountain of a man, six foot five, with broad shoulders, a thick barrel chest, and massive hands that were currently clenched into fists so tight his knuckles were white. He wore a custom-tailored navy suit that cost more than a car, but it did nothing to hide the raw, intimidating power of his body. He had silver hair, a hard jaw, and dark, piercing eyes that had seen every dirty trick in the corporate book.During the meeting, Ethan had pulled a fast one. Using leaked documen

The shock of pleasure that ripped through Ethan's body was more intense than anything he had ever felt. His scream of pain morphed into a loud, shameless moan as the fat head of Marcus's cock ground directly against his swollen prostate. The crystal paperweight wobbled dangerously on his lower back, but Ethan locked his muscles, terrified of the consequences if it fell.Marcus didn't stop. He didn't give Ethan time to adjust to the massive invasion. He gripped the boy's hips tight and drove his thick shaft deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until his heavy, hairy balls were pressed flush against Ethan's burning, spanked ass.Ethan was sobbing into the mahogany desk, his body shaking violently. The stretch was unbearable. It felt like he was being split in two. But beneath the intense burn was a deep, aching fullness that was driving him insane. His own cock was trapped between his stomach and the desk, pulsing and leaking a steady stream of precum."Look at you," Marcus grunted, pulling

Marcus stood up and walked over to his desk. He grabbed a folder and a pen and walked back to the couch. He dropped the folder onto Ethan's chest."Sign this," Marcus ordered, his voice back to the cold, commanding tone of a CEO. "It is a contract transferring your shares to my name, and a non-disclosure agreement regarding our arrangement. Once you sign it, you belong to me. Officially."Ethan looked up at the older man through half-lidded eyes. His body was sore, his ass was leaking, and his mind was completely broken. He opened the folder, not bothering to read the legal jargon. He grabbed the pen and signed his name at the bottom with a shaky hand.Marcus took the folder and pen back. He looked at the signature and smiled. "Good boy."Marcus walked over to his desk and picked up the phone. "David, send Mr. Cross up. Let him see his son."Ethan's eyes went wide with panic. "What? You can't let him see me like this!"Marcus walked back to the couch, a dark smirk on his face. He grab