Patrick Dempsey Shirtless Novels & Stories

Velvet Chains Chapter 4: The Meeting Kai stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at the stranger looking back at him. The outfit Damien had chosen was deceptively simple but devastatingly effective: a crisp white dress shirt tailored tight across his lean chest, black slacks that hugged his ass and thighs like a second skin, and a thin black leather collar hidden beneath the collar of the shirt. No underwear. Just the constant reminder of his bare cock and freshly shaved hole rubbing against expensive fabric.

Someone clearly doesn’t skip chest day, my inner commentator noted, with a mix of admiration and alarm. Lochlan walked directly up to him, his gaze chilly. ‘Button your shirt.’ ‘I’m hot,’ Desmond protested, his face splitting into a wide, irreverent grin. He gestured down at his own chest. ‘This isn’t for me, you know. It’s for the general public. A free service. Aren’t you boiling? All trussed up in that three-piece suit like you’re attending your own funeral. We could go for a swim. I’m told the water is lovely.’