All Chapters of Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Leo could barely stand. His legs felt like jelly, weak and unsteady, and his ass was throbbing with a dull, persistent ache that radiated deep inside him. He followed Marcus out of the sauna and into the adjacent white-tiled shower room. The air in here was significantly cooler, making the thick layer of sweat on Leo's skin turn cold instantly. He shivered, wrapping his arms around himself.Marcus walked over to a shower head on the far wall and turned the dial all the way to the right. Freezing cold water blasted out, hitting the white tiles with a loud spray."Get under it," Marcus ordered.Leo shook his head, backing away. "No, it's too cold. I'll freeze."Marcus crossed the distance between them in two steps, grabbed Leo by the arm, and yanked him forward, shoving him directly under the freezing stream. Leo gasped loudly, the shock of the icy water hitting his overheated skin making every muscle in his body cramp. He tried to push away, but Marcus stepped into the shower with him,

Noah heard the buzz of the tattoo machine before he even opened the door to the studio. It was after eleven at night, and the strip mall parking lot was completely empty. The only light on was the red neon sign above the shop window that read "INK & BONE." Noah stood outside for a full minute, psyching himself up. He had never gotten a tattoo before, let alone a large piece on his ribs. He had only booked the late-night private session because his friend had recommended Kai as the best artist in the city, and Kai only took late appointments for large pieces.Noah pushed the door open. The smell of green soap and ink hit him immediately. The studio was small, with a front desk, a glass display case full of jewelry, and two back rooms separated by curtains. Kai was in the far room, sitting on a rolling stool, his back to the door. He was massive. Even sitting down, he looked tall. His arms were covered in sleeves of black and grey ink, and his back was covered in a massive piece that di

Chapter 3: The Mirror WallNoah could barely stand. His legs were shaking, his ribs were on fire, and cum was running down his inner thigh. Kai grabbed him by the arm and pulled him off the tattoo bed, dragging him across the studio toward the back wall. The entire back wall of the studio was covered floor to ceiling in full-length mirrors. This was where Kai let clients check their new pieces.Kai shoved Noah against the cold mirror surface. Noah's hands slapped flat against the glass, his breath fogging it up. He could see himself clearly, his pale body covered in sweat, his ribs red and inflamed with fresh black lines, his dick half-hard again, and his ass dripping cum."Look at yourself," Kai said, stepping up behind him. He was still naked from the waist down, his thick cock already hard again, jutting out between Noah's ass cheeks. "Look at what you let me do to you."Noah stared at his own reflection. He looked wrecked. His hair was messy, his lips swollen, his eyes red. Kai st

Ryan skimmed the net across the surface of the pool for the third time, catching nothing but a single leaf that had drifted in from the manicured hedges. It was almost midnight. He was supposed to be off the clock at nine, but the filtration system had been acting up, and he had gotten behind on the chemical log. The last thing he wanted was another complaint from the homeowner. So he stayed, testing pH levels and scrubbing the tile line while the underwater lights turned the pool an eerie, glowing blue.The pool house was ridiculous. It was bigger than Ryan's entire apartment. The main house sat at the top of the hill, a modern glass and stone mansion that probably cost more than Ryan would make in ten lifetimes. Dominic Steele was the owner. Ryan had seen him exactly twice in the two months he had been working here, both times from a distance. Tall, broad, dark hair going grey at the temples, always wearing expensive clothes that fit his muscular frame like they were painted on. The

Ryan pulled himself out of the pool, water streaming off his pale body. His legs were weak and unsteady on the stone patio. Dominic walked past him, dripping water, his muscular body gleaming under the outdoor lights. He grabbed two large towels from a stack near the shower and threw one at Ryan. Ryan caught it but didn't bother drying off. He just stood there, shivering slightly in the night air, waiting for instructions.Dominic dried himself roughly, then walked over to a row of outdoor lounge chairs. They were wide, padded, dark-colored chairs arranged in a semicircle facing the pool. The overhead lights were on bright, casting a harsh white glow over the entire area. There was no darkness to hide in. Every detail was fully visible.Dominic sat down on the edge of one of the chairs, his back straight, his knees spread. His cock was already getting hard again, rising from his lap like a thick pipe. He looked at Ryan and jerked his chin toward the chair next to his."Bend over it,"