Beta Bully (M/M) - Chapter 23 (Early Access) (Patreon)

Curtain

Shop number two was a bust. Everything that Darcy liked was sold out in his size.

“I can just find something online,” he muttered awkwardly. “This must be so boring for you.”

“Boring?” Luca chuckled. “Not even a little bit. I could last another fifty shops before even getting tired!”

“Oh, so when dominants boast about their stamina they mean shopping stamina?” Darcy teased.

“Of course!” Luca flexed his biceps and his t-shirt strained around them. Darcy felt a flutter in his lower stomach and snatched his eyes away as quickly as his yearning heart would allow. “I don’t lift weights in the gym, I lift shopping bags.”

Darcy laughed easily, the weight on his chest alleviated slightly. “Maybe we could try just one more, then.”

“I can last for hours, babe.”

Darcy squeaked and dragged him into the nearest shop to avoid continuing the conversation any further. His ears were already burning.

The Summer selection was slightly bigger, and the prices much higher, than the previous two stores. But from a quick skim of some of the displays, Darcy could already see some options to take to the changing rooms. Even if he didn’t find the perfect pair here, he wanted to at least try a few on.

After a loop around all of the racks and displays, he had a whopping four options draped over his arm. Luca gave him a high five when he announced this, and he felt a spark along their fingertips.

They headed to the changing rooms. Instead of the typical collection of cubicles, each changing room was a small room with a heavy curtain to draw across the middle, and a pair of velvet seats on the opposite side to the mirror.

Luca took a seat and Darcy huffed the curtain across with all of his strength, sealing himself on the side with the mirror.

The first option to try was blue and white and mildly sailor-themed. Darcy squeezed into it, almost unable to restrain his grunts as he struggled past the unmerciful waistband. It had looked elasticated when he picked it up, but it became quickly clear that it wasn’t. Despite the struggle the trunks put up when he was getting them on, the legs somehow flared out enormously once he was inside them. His body shape had turned into an upside-down funnel.

He sighed, loudly. The waistband dug into his stomach when he did.

“How’s it look?” Luca called through the curtain.

“Awful,” Darcy answered. He already sounded defeated. And he was already very close to admitting defeat. Shopping was not nearly as fun as it seemed in the movies. Not for any fault of Luca’s, he was the problem.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad. Can I see?”

“No!” he yelped. “Don’t you dare come in! It’s tight and baggy at the same time and I look like a randomized sim.”

A muffled laugh made it through the curtain and Darcy scowled at it.

“It’s only the first one, right?”

“Yep.” Darcy sighed again. “One down, three more to go.”

The next option was another pair of shorts. He was saving the longer trunks for last as they seemed the best hope for his frame. This one had been a bit of a wild card, and Darcy almost felt a little regretful as he held it up to the mirror, presenting it to his reflection with a nervous baring of his teeth attempting a smile. It was all black, and there was very little of it. It was a little… mature for his style.

As soon as he’d worked out which hole was for what, it peeled on relatively easily. Once on, Darcy stood deadly still and silent in the centre of the changing area. The material was silky slick to his skin. It clung to his shape everywhere. He looked, dare he even think it, sexy. The shock subsided enough for him to twist a little to each side, admiring how round his butt looked and how the stretchy material complimented his tiny waist. The leg material stopped just a few inches down his thighs and not even a full inch from the line of his butt cheeks.

A deep voice jolted him back to planet Earth.

“How’s it going in there?”

Darcy’s hands reflexively flapped over his crotch, covering it against invisible eyes. “U-um, fine!” he yelled over his shoulder.

“Got a match?”

“Well-” He stammered as he searched for an answer. “I- It’s just-”

“Got something stuck somewhere you shouldn’t?”

“Luca!” Darcy hissed. But his comment had knocked the floundering out of him. He swallowed thickly. “The second one fits,” he finally announced.

“Let’s have a look!”

The whites of Darcy’s eyes appeared all the way around his black irises. He stared at his own reflection in horror.

“I can’t,” he said.

“It’s not cold out here,” Luca teased.

“This one is a bit…” It was downright skimpy was what it was. “It’s too revealing.”

A beat of silence.

He added, “I don’t want anyone to see me if I come out.”

Luca's voice was suddenly much louder against the curtain, as if he had drawn in close. “Can I come in, then?”

More silence. Darcy fidgeted on the spot. He cupped his hands over the very prominent outline of his dick and squeezed his thighs together.

“O-okay.”

The shuffle of the heavy curtain against the carpet drew his eyes up in the mirror. His mate’s face appeared above his own. Luca pressed the edge of the curtain to the wall firmly, ensuring it was sealed from top to bottom. No one else would see.

Warmth pressed into his back. Darcy’s eyes were trained on Luca’s reflection’s, they were devouring him back. He trembled slightly under the intensity of them.

“It’s perfect,” he purred into his ear. Luca's hands slid over his sides, pushing his hands away from covering himself.

“It’s not perfect to be seen in public in,” Darcy replied. He shivered despite the warm air.

“Oh, you’re so right about that.” Luca chuckled against the skin of his cheek. “This isn’t for the party, it’s for the after-party.”

“What after-party?” Darcy had no memory of seeing anything of the kind on his invitation.

“The one that only the two of us will be attending, in my bedroom.”

Darcy opened his mouth, but no words came out. His eyes flickered between himself and his mate reflexively. Under the bright lights, Luca looked like a Greek god basking in the sun. Whereas Darcy looked so pink. He attempted to cover himself with his hands again. Luca snatched them with his own and pressed his palms to the mirror.

“Stay,” he ordered. There was a flash of his beta authority, but it vanished as soon as the word was uttered. Darcy still obeyed. Deep down, he wanted to know exactly what his mate planned to do next. He wanted to let him do anything he wanted with him.

He was who Jessica wished she was.