It had been a few weeks since Mr. Steele started giving regular "fittings" to his client-turned-boy-toy, Marcus. The silver-fox tailor kept his end of the deal — he made sure that Marcus looked and felt good in everything he wore. The only payment he required was that of the twink's cute little bottom, which the diminutive boy was more than happy to provide with regularity. Mr. Steele's clients come in all shapes and sizes; some tall, others short, and most of them somewhere in the middle. One such man he met recently was Adrian; Adrian was a jock with a smile that makes one think of summer sunshine. He was taller than Marcus, with a considerably hairier body, but smaller than Mr. Steele. Then again, Mr. Steele, the tall top that he is, thought most men were smaller than him. Put any two men to his side and he would always be bigger.