All Chapters of Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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The Mechanic's boy 2

The man, Grayson presumably, was older than Eli, maybe late thirties or early forties. His face was all harsh angles and stubble, with deep-set eyes that seemed to miss nothing. He had a strong jaw and a mouth that was set in a firm, unsmiling line. He wasn't conventionally handsome, but he possessed a raw, undeniable presence that filled the room. He looked Eli up and down, his gaze lingering on the expensive watch, the soft leather shoes, the pristine condition of his clothes. It was an assessing look, one that made Eli feel like a shiny, useless object that had just rolled into his domain."Car trouble?" Grayson's voice was a low rumble, like an engine idling."It… it just died," Eli managed, his own voice sounding thin and reedy in comparison. "About a mile back. A silver Audi."Grayson grunted, a noncommittal sound. He tossed the rag onto a workbench. "Keys."Eli fumbled in his pocket, his fingers suddenly clumsy. He handed them over. Their hands brushed for a fraction of a secon

The Mechanic's boy 3

The world seemed to shrink to the space between Grayson's intense, unwavering eyes and the pounding in Eli's own chest. Every rational part of his brain was screaming at him to get up, to run, to call the police. But his body felt heavy, rooted to the cracked vinyl chair. He was trapped, not by physical force, but by the weight of the man's gaze and the shocking, illicit thrill that was coursing through him.He thought of the long, dark walk. He thought of the humiliation of calling his father and explaining, yet again, that he'd been irresponsible with his money. He thought of the smug "I told you so" he would inevitably receive. And then he thought of Grayson's proposal. It was degrading, it was dangerous, but it was also… simple. A problem, and a solution. A transaction. And a dark, curious part of him wanted to know what would happen next. He wanted to see if he would actually go through with it.He took a shaky breath, the air feeling thick and heavy in his lungs. He looked from

The Mechanic's boy 4

The first touch wasn't what Eli expected. It wasn't the hot, blunt pressure of a cock. It was the rough, calloused pad of a finger, tracing a slow, deliberate line down the cleft of his ass. Eli tensed, a soft gasp escaping his lips. The finger circled his tight, untouched hole, a teasing, maddening caress that made his whole body tremble."You ever been touched here, kid?" Grayson's voice was a low rumble, right behind his ear.Eli shook his head, unable to form words. He was a virgin there, completely uncharted territory. The admission seemed to please Grayson, who let out a low chuckle."Good," he said. "I like being the first."He pressed the finger forward, a slow, insistent pressure that made Eli's breath catch. There was no lube, only the faint, slick hint of pre-cum from Grayson's own arousal. The burn was sharp, intense. Eli cried out, his hands clenching into fists on the cool metal of the hood."Shhh," Grayson soothed, his other hand coming to rest on Eli's hip, holding him

The Mechanic's boy 5

Grayson smacked Eli's ass, a sharp, stinging blow that made him yelp. "Up," he commanded.Eli slowly, carefully pushed himself upright. His legs felt like jelly, and his ass was throbbing with a pleasant, lingering ache. He could feel the slickness of Grayson's cum on his thighs, a dirty, satisfying reminder of what had just transpired. He pulled up his shorts and boxers, the fabric feeling rough against his sensitive skin. He turned to face Grayson, who was already tucking himself back into his jeans, his expression once again unreadable."Wait in the office," Grayson said, his voice all business. He wiped his hands on a nearby rag, as if the most intense sexual encounter of Eli's life had been no more than a minor inconvenience. "I'll get your car ready."Eli, still dazed and confused, did as he was told. He walked back to the small office, his movements stiff and awkward. He sat down in the same cracked chair, his body humming with a strange mix of satisfaction and shame. He could

The Mechanic's boy 6

Eli didn't wait for his car to break down again. He didn't even invent a plausible excuse. Three days later, on a Tuesday afternoon, he found himself driving back to Grayson's Garage. The sun was still high in the sky, a stark contrast to the darkness of their first encounter. The garage doors were wide open, and Grayson was working under the hood of a minivan, a radio playing a classic rock station at a low volume.He looked up as Eli pulled in, a knowing look in his eyes. He wiped his hands on a rag and walked over to Eli's window as he rolled it down."Back so soon?" Grayson asked, a smirk playing on his lips. "Trouble with the Audi?""No," Eli said, his heart hammering. "No trouble. I just… I was in the neighborhood.""Is that right?" Grayson's smirk widened. He knew. Of course, he knew. "Well, since you're here, you might as well come in. I've got something I need you to take a look at."Eli's stomach did a nervous flip. He got out of the car, his hands already sweating. He follo

Doorman Extra Service

Leo’s head throbbed in time with the windshield wipers, a dull, persistent rhythm that matched the bass-heavy music still vibrating in his bones from the club.He was drunk, but not pleasantly so. It was a sloppy, tired kind of drunk, the kind that left a sour taste in his mouth and a profound sense of regret nipping at the edges of his buzz.Regret for the last three shots of tequila, regret for the argument with his friends that had sent him home alone, and most of all, regret for the fact that, as he patted down his pockets for the third time, he was forced to confront a horrifying, sobering truth.He didn't have his keys."Fuck," he muttered, slumping back against the worn vinyl seat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."The cab pulled up to the curb in front of his building, a gleaming glass and steel tower that pierced the rainy Manhattan sky. "Here we are, kid," the cabbie grunted, nodding at the meter.Leo fumbled with his wallet, his fingers clumsy and numb. He handed over a crumpled twenty a

Doorman Extra Service 2

Marcus’s eyes flickered down to the front of Leo’s jeans, which were damp from the rain and clinging to his thighs in a way that felt suddenly, uncomfortably revealing. His gaze lingered there for a fraction of a second too long before moving back up to Leo’s face. "This is the third time this month, Mr. DeWitt. Building policy is that I can call a locksmith for you, but the resident is responsible for the charges. And after hours, on a weekend… that’s going to be a significant fee.""Oh. Right. Yeah, no, that's fine," Leo said, relieved. A fee he could handle. A fee was simple. "Whatever it is, just put it on my account. My dad will cover it."The moment the words left his mouth, he knew he’d made a mistake. He saw a subtle shift in Marcus’s expression, a tightening around the eyes. The mention of his father, the casual assumption that money could solve any problem, was the wrong thing to say to a man like Marcus.Marcus stood up. The movement was fluid and shockingly fast for a man

Doorman Extra Service 3

The word "Yes" was trapped in Leo’s throat, a lump of fear and something else, something hot and forbidden. His mouth was dry, his lips parted slightly as he struggled to draw breath. The world had shrunk to the six inches of space between him and Marcus, a space crackling with a tension so thick it felt like a physical weight. Marcus’s hand was still on his chest, a heavy, possessive weight that Leo could feel through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. The heat of his palm was a brand, marking him."I asked you a question, boy," Marcus’s voice was a low growl, a warning. "Do you understand?"He applied the slightest pressure with his hand, and Leo’s back pressed harder against the cold marble wall. It was the final push he needed. The word came out, a choked, breathless whisper. "Yes."Marcus’s eyes narrowed. A flicker of impatience. He leaned in even closer, his lips now brushing against the shell of Leo’s ear as he spoke, his voice a low, dangerous murmur that vibrated straight throug

Doorman Extra Service 4

"That's better," Marcus said, his voice softening slightly, taking on a mocking, patronizing tone. "That's where a forgetful little slut like you belongs. On your knees, ready to pay his debts." He used his grip on Leo’s hair to guide his head, to turn it from side to side, as if admiring his new possession. "Look at you. So pretty down there. All that money, all that privilege, and it means nothing right now, does it, Leo?""No, Sir," Leo whispered, the words scraping his throat."No, it doesn't," Marcus agreed. He released Leo’s hair and stepped back. He began to slowly unbutton his uniform jacket, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He slipped it off and draped it carefully over the back of his chair, revealing the tight, white stretch of his shirt underneath. The fabric was pulled taut across his broad chest and thick, muscular arms, outlining every ridge and contour of his powerful physique. He was a man in his prime, a predator shedding his outer skin to reveal the true beas

Doorman Extra Service 5

Marcus’s hands were like twin brands of fire on Leo’s shoulders, his grip firm and unyielding. He stood behind Leo, so close that Leo could feel the heat radiating from his body, could feel the soft brush of his shirt against his bare back. He was trapped, a moth caught in the flame of a terrifying, magnificent predator."Rule number two," Marcus murmured, his voice a low, intimate vibration against Leo’s ear. "You don't hide anything from me. This body… it's mine tonight. Every inch of it. And I want to see it."His hands slid down from Leo’s shoulders, tracing the curve of his spine, his fingers pressing into the dimples just above his ass. Leo shuddered, a full-body tremor of fear and anticipation. Marcus’s hands found the hem of his t-shirt and began to lift it, slowly, inch by agonizing inch. The cool air kissed Leo’s stomach, his chest, his nipples, which pebbled into hard, sensitive points.Leo obediently lifted his arms, allowing Marcus to pull the shirt over his head. It join

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