Make Me [Man x Boy] [BDSM]

Make Me [Man x Boy] (Chapter 5

Chapter Five

 

When Jackson had mentioned getting me clothes, I hadn’t thought he meant high end clothes. I know that was probably really stupid, and I should’ve expected to be lead into a store that made me very reluctant to touch anything.

Like, really. It looked like everything had been bleached down at least five times that morning already, and I felt like a rat walking into the store with my sneakers, jeans, and tee shirt.

Of course, Jackson had to dress like he belonged in the place, which made me feel like I stood out even more as I stood next to the dressed up gentleman.

The owner of the story had been grinning as soon as he saw Jackson, but when his eyes fell to me, his smile became a little more strained.

“Mr. Godfrey! Such a pleasure to see you!” He greeted at once, and the two quickly exchanged firm handshakes.

“Luke,” Jackson greeted with a smile. “Please, call me Jack.”

“Ah, always such a gentleman.” The man, Luke, said with his smile, and I supposed they probably knew each other rather well.

“Thank you.” My future boyfriend greeted, before putting a hand on my shoulder and pushing me forward. “This is Phoenix. He needs some clothes.”

The man was looking over me up and down, taking in my wardrobe. He was rather unimpressed, I could tell, but he wasn’t exactly rude when he said, “Ah, I see… Well,” He said, after a few minutes of looking at me and as he turned back to Jackson. “I assume you will be having the clothes personally made?”

“Yes, we will.” Jackson confirmed with a nod.

“All right. Then why don’t we get you measured?” Luke offered to me, a smile on his face.

“Um…” I looked to Jackson, who nodded for me to continue. “Okay?”

 

Luke’s smile became a little gentler, and I guessed it was pretty obvious that I wasn’t used to this sort of thing. I thought I was going to have to go with him alone, but instead Jackson put a hand on my lower back and pushed me forward.

Following after Luke, he lead the way to the dressing room and stepped aside.

“Good ahead and remove your clothes, but leave your boxers on. I’ll take your measurements when you’re done.” He said, then walked off.

 

I wasn’t sure if it was just the simple fact this was all so new to me, or if I really was submissive. Because I found myself continually turning to Jackson, as if waiting for his approval to do something before I went ahead and did it. It was as if within the past eighteen hours of being in his presence has suddenly brain washed me into thinking that I needed his permission before I so much as answered to what my name was.

God it was weird.

As weird as it was though, I still turned towards him when it came time that I was supposed to walk into the dressing room and strip like Luke had wanted from me.

Jackson didn’t seem weirded out by this at all, if anything he looked pleased, and reached out himself with that beautiful grin on his face and held the curtain open for me. He waved me forward, and I was sure that was the only reason why I had ducked beneath his arm and shuffled inside.

I had expected to walk in alone, but instead, when I turned, Jackson was walking into the small room with me.

“Take off your clothes.” He ordered me with a kind voice.