About Lion Tamer, a Hammer story

by Sean Michael
22 pages / 5200 words
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Single Hammer Club Top Christopher is dressed up for the club's Halloween party as a lion tamer, complete with whip. He's an expert with the whip; he just needs to find someone special to use it on. Will newcomer and sexy kitty Travis be just what he's looking for?

Sample

Christopher checked his simple black eye-mask in the rear-view mirror, making sure it was on properly. Then he got out and joined the throng of people on the sidewalk. Lots of people were dressed up for Halloween, so he didn't feel too awkward in his circus lion tamer outfit.

He'd be happier about the way it hugged his body once he was in the Hammer and knew the men checking out his ass and fine package played on his team. The form-fitting leather was black, as was the tight t-shirt he wore beneath a colorful vest. His whip lay against his hip, shifting as he walked do the door and showed his pass.

Alex, the lean, fierce bouncer, was in a fabulous karate gi, which suited the man's features and long, straight black hair. "Happy Halloween, Sir."

"Thank you, Alex. You, too." He gave Alex the once-over the man deserved and smiled into the lovely brown eyes.

Then, slipping his card back into his wallet, he made his way in. The place was packed with men, all dressed up -- some with only masks, others in full regalia. There was everything from cavemen in no more than skimpy loincloths to a gorilla covered from head to toe.

Oliver was sitting at the bar in a tuxedo, wearing a simple mask, a bevy of angelic boys around him, along with one lovely, gagged, black-winged imp. Christopher wondered what Jack had done to find himself gagged. They all made a lovely picture, though.

Christopher grabbed a glass from a passing waiter with a tray of them. This one was blood red and elegant; it had been sitting next to a green square cut glass with silver studs at the bottom.

The Hammer really did put on a good Halloween party.

A huge barbarian came by, holding a struggling man dressed like a slave over one shoulder. "Hey, Chris!"

He chuckled and nodded. "Marcus." The man was a stud and his slave looked very happy, despite the struggling.

"Happy Halloween!" The huge man beamed at him. "Did you lose your lion?"

"I'm here to find one." He'd been single a few years now, his last sub having left in a flurry of tears and drama-queening.

"There's a kitten in the corner looking wide-eyed and terrified. Go rescue him."

He laughed, but was intrigued enough by Marcus' words to head in the general direction Marcus had pointed him in. True enough, there was a little man dressed in jeans and a turtleneck, tiny black ears peeking out from shiny black hair. He was perched on a chair, hands in his lap, eyes huge.

Christopher moved slowly toward the kitty, looking for a tail. There was one, long and black, just visible in the shadows.

He put a hand on his whip and moved in, smiling. "Hello, kitty."

"Hmm?" Big, dark eyes met his, so wide. "Hello. Hi."