About Little Jamie, A Hammer Story
by Sean Michael
43 pages / 10700 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-183-8
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Jamie’s fascinated by the BDSM world and wants to be a part of it, which
is why he’s working at the Hammer Club and flirting with a Master who has
caught his eye. The rebuff, gentle though it is, deflates him. As chance has
it, the exchange is seen by another Master, and Jamie finds himself the
center of Davis’ attention.
Davis is instantly intrigued by Jamie, and pursues him as only a Master can.
The question is, can Davis convince the lovely waiter that Jamie is his
sweet boy?
Sample
Davis watched as the twink serving tables deflated a
little while talking to the two men a few tables over. He wasn't sure who
the big guy was, but the man was with Oliver and obviously a top and clearly
sending 'not interested' signals to the twink.
Hence the deflation.
Davis sat back, taking a longer look as the twink went to another table to
take more orders. A red-head, the boy was even more pale than was typical,
with a dusting of uneven freckles across his cheeks. Slight, graceful, the
kid's eyes seemed huge in his fair face, even from several tables away.
Davis was willing to bet that that pale skin would bruise beautifully. He
spread his legs, giving his cock room as it began to expand at the thought
of being the one doing the bruising. He wondered what a genuine smile would
do to the boy's face. What about being lost in sub-space?
He had a sudden urge to find out.
His table was next, the sad-eyed boy coming over, offering him a forced
grin. "Good evening, Sir. Would you like to hear our specials this
afternoon?"
He met the boy's eyes, held the gaze a moment. "I would."
"O...our specials today are eggplant parmesan, Thai beef, and coconut curry
chicken."
He could just imagine that lovely voice begging him to do unspeakable things
to the sweet body. "I was hoping you'd be on the menu."
Those cheeks pinked, went rose. "I... Thank you, Sir."
How lovely.
"What would you recommend?" Davis asked.
"The Thai beef is my favorite, of the specials."
"Yeah? Then I'll try that. See what you like."
"Yes, Sir. What would you like to drink?"
"I'll have a Coke." He was flirting -- Davis did his best work in that
department sober.
"Yes, Sir." That adorable little half-smile came again.
He smiled back, his gaze sliding down and then back up the twink's body.
"What's your name, boy?"
"E...everybody calls me Little Jamie. Big Jamie is the bartender."
"Little Jamie. How about just Jamie from me, hmm?"
Jamie nodded. "Yes, Sir. I'll put your order in."
That sweet little ass moved like a dream in the tight pants, the apron
strings framing it.
He wanted some of that. Served right up tableside. Or in the back. His eyes
flicked over to the big top who was with Oliver. Who would turn down Little
Jamie? The man was older, solid, texting away on his phone.
Davis shook his head. It didn't matter. That man's loss was his gain. Hell,
he might not have even really noticed Jamie if there hadn't been that little
moment of dejection followed by Jamie picking himself up. That had been what
had caught Davis' eye.
That, and the amazing pale skin.