About Pleasing Michael
by Stormy Glenn
31 pages / 13100 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-985-9
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Jackson Davis is a gay man’s wet dream, but he’s tired of finding lovers who only seemed to want him for his looks, not a real relationship. One night at a bar, Jack discovers a man watching him. The man never approaches him, never speaks to him, but when Jack finally confronts the man, he is astounded by the reaction. Thus begins Jack’s obsession with pleasing Michael.
What follows is a story of frustration and confusion for Jack as Michael commands and dictates, rewarding Jack when he’s good and punishing him when he's bad. Jack is worried that letting Michael dominate him makes him less of a man. Can Jack accept the fact that pleasing Michael makes him happy, or will he lose the best thing that ever happened to him?
Sample
"He's watching again."
"Let him."
"It's creepy," Sean insisted.
Jack Davis rolled his eyes as he leaned over the green felt pool table
and lined up for another shot. "He's just looking, Sean. He's not
causing any harm." Jack raised his head and glanced at the dark-haired
man watching him from across the room. "Besides, he's kind of sexy."
"But, he's just... staring. It's eerie, dude."
Jack chuckled. "Sean, they always stare." Men and women tended to stare
at him. Jack was used to it. He didn't even pay attention to it anymore.
Sean shook his head. "Not like this, man. This guy is, like, seriously
obsessed with you. We've seen him in here every Friday night for over
two months, and every time he just sits back over there in his little
corner and stares at you the entire time."
Jack gave the man another covert look through his eyelashes. The man was
still staring at him. It was a very focused look, centered directly on
Jack and nowhere else. The man had been staring at him with that same
intense gaze every time Jack saw him in the bar.
Sean was right. It was a little creepy. Jack was used to men staring at
him. His thick-muscled body, tall stature, and tight ass had a lot of
men looking. Toss in the naturally tanned skin, the sunlight blond hair,
and sea blue eyes, and Jack had been told he was every gay man's wet
dream.
He wasn't so sure. If he was supposed to be every gay man's wet dream,
what was he doing at a bar on a Friday night playing pool with his best
friend instead of at home in bed getting laid?
Jack wished he could figure it out. He'd be a much happier man. As it
was, he was tired and once again facing a lonely bed when he got home
tonight, which was just about how his life was every night. He should be
used to it by now. He wasn't.
Jack glanced at the man again. Yep, he was still staring. Jack stood up
straight and handed his pool cue to Sean. He was fed up with this.
Without saying a word to Sean, Jack walked away, crossing the room until
he stood directly in front of the well-dressed man.
Jack crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at the man. Jack
was used to his size and demeanor intimidating other people. He was
surprised when the man simply raised a dark brown eyebrow at him, then
took a slow sip of his drink.
The man didn't say anything. He simply continued to stare. He looked
Jack up and down, an emotion shining in his eyes that Jack couldn't
quite place. It unnerved Jack in a way that few things could. He felt
like this stranger could see right into his soul and pick out his
deepest, darkest secrets.
"Is there a reason that you keep staring at me?" Jack bit out through
his clenched teeth.