Lion Tamer, a Hammer story

By Sean Michael

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

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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?"

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"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."
"Hello, there." He looked the cat up and down,

admiring the lean body.

The kitty's cheeks went pink, head tilting. "Is... is this

your chair? It looked empty."

He gave the kitty his best smile. "I just got here, but I

do need a chair if I'm going to tame a fierce lion."

"I. I haven't been here before."
"I know. I would have remembered meeting a sexy

kitty like you." Reaching out, he slid two fingers along
one warm cheek.

Sweet pink lips opened, tongue flicking out to wet

them. How lovely.

"Is that why you aren't wearing a mask? Because no

one will recognize you?" Not that his own mask had
hidden his identity from anyone -- Marcus had certainly
recognized him.

"I just... my friends brought me. They're dancing."

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"They abandoned you? That doesn't seem fair." He

leaned against the wall next to the little minx.

"Theo wanted to dance."
Ah, Theo and Les. A sweet, yet oddly vicious pair of

subs who were notorious for turning a Top inside out. It
wasn't surprising they'd left this kitten for the dance
floor.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Was the sweet boy

looking for a Top? He had to admit, he was somewhat
intrigued.

"It's a little wild. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to

do, or not do. Les said it was easy to get into trouble."

And then had promptly abandoned the boy. Nice.

And typical of Les' reputation. He held out his hand.
"I'm Christopher; I can help you steer clear of trouble."

"Travis." The man's shake was firm, the hand slender

and fine.

"Nice to meet you, Travis. Can I get you a drink?

They do have the regular fare if the vampire or
Frankenstein cocktails aren't to your taste."

"I'd love a beer, please." The smile he got hit him low

in the belly.

"I think I can arrange that." Chris caught the attention

of one of the waiters, who were all dressed in black
tights and masks, and ordered two draughts and a plate
of 'fingers' which were the Halloween version of little
desserts designed to be fed to your partner.

"Thank you." Travis scooted deeper into the corner,

giving him space to sit.

He did, making sure Travis remained his focus.

"You're welcome. So did they bring you because you're
interested in the lifestyle?"

Travis ducked his head. "They brought me because

my date stood me up and I was in costume. I'm not, like,

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silly. I know about what they're into. I've just... never
tried."

How adorable. "Only a fool would stand up a sweet

kitty like you." He wasn't above buttering up this man
to see if there could be a little lion tamer and lion action
going on.

"So, is the whip just part of the costume?" Was it his

imagination, or had Travis sounded interested as he
asked.

"No, I happen to be very good at wielding it. I can

make it, and my sub, sing." He took the whip off its
hook on his belt and ran it through his fingers, offering
to let Travis touch it.

It ran through the slim fingers, and Travis licked his

lips at the touch of the leather. "Which man is yours? Is
that right? Yours?"

"That's the right terminology, but I don't have a man

of my own right now." He let his fingers glide over the
butter-soft leather to slide against Travis'.

"No?" Travis' fingers closed. "I don't either."
"Then we're a match in more than just our costumes."

The Halloween Fairy -- or should it be Halloween
Devil? -- was smiling down on them.

"I'm no golden lion."
"No, you're something far better, a very sexy little

kitty." He wouldn't let Travis put himself down, it was
clear he had lots to offer.

Travis smiled again. "Flatterer."
"No, you are a sexy kitty." He reached out and slid

his fingers along Travis' cheek again.

Travis took a long, gasping breath, eyes wide as they

stared at him. Christopher leaned in slowly, giving
Travis an opportunity to pull away, but he didn't think
Travis would. He wanted to taste that sweet mouth. He
wanted to feel those lips wrapped around his...

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"Hey, Trav!" Les slammed against the table,

laughing, and Travis pulled away from him, shrinking
farther into the corner. "Master Daniel wants to do a
show with me and Theo. You want to come?"

"We have drinks and dessert on the way," Chris

pointed out, giving Travis a gentle smile. "The choice is,
of course, yours, but I'd like you to stay."

"I'm good here." Travis' eyes were on his, curious but

hungry. They were a lovely shade of green, befitting a
cat, really.

Chris nodded and spoke to Les, but kept his gaze on

Travis. "Enjoy your show, Les."

"You sure?" Les sounded slightly put out. Chris

ignored him.

Travis' eyes never left his. "Positive."
Chris made shooing motions with his free hand, the

other curling around his whip. "Don't keep Master
Daniel waiting."

He didn't bother to watch Les leave; the man

wouldn't make Master Daniel wait for long. Meanwhile,
he wanted to learn about this sweet kitty.

Their waiter came back as Les left, leaving them beer

and the tray full of 'fingers'. The dessert tray was lovely
-- chocolates and cookies, pretzels, all with a chocolate
dipping sauce. It was perfect for a man and his sub. Or
his sub to be.

"May I?" He asked, picking up a little cookie,

dipping it into the chocolate and holding it out to Travis.

"Thank you." Travis reached up for the bite.
"No, I'll feed it to you." Smiling, he set the cookie

against Travis' lips.

Those long fingers brushed over his wrist, and when

those lips opened, he painted them with the chocolate.
He fed the cookie between them, and then leaned in
close enough to lick the chocolate from Travis' lips.

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"Oh." He could feel the little gasped word.
He smiled against Travis' lips and then turned the

motion into a real kiss. Those dark eyes met his, wide
open, shocked, hot.

"You taste like chocolate, sweet kitty."
"I. You kissed me."
He had. "I did. I want to do it again."
"You do?" Travis touched his lips.
"Don't you?" He'd bet his last dollar Travis did.
"Yes. Yes. You... you're very good at that." Fuck, this

boy was sweet as honey.

"I'm inspired."
Smiling he pressed their lips together again. This

time, Travis kissed him back and the difference was
amazing. Hungry and eager, Christopher began to
believe this kit was not as innocent as he believed, as
innocent as Travis seemed.

His hand cupped the back of Travis' head, tilting it

slightly and deepening the kiss. Warm hands landed on
his thighs, Travis' lips parting eagerly. Fuck him yes. He
slid his tongue in, tasting more. Travis sucked his
tongue, the pressure gentle.

He gently broke the kiss and rubbed their noses

together. "Mmm. The best Halloween treat I can
remember having."

Travis' laughter, husky and low, hit him in the balls,

making him want. "Better than peanut butter cups?"

"Even better than peanut butter cups." Smiling, he

grabbed one of the truffles from the dessert plate, which
he well knew were decadent as hell, and popped it into
Travis' mouth.

"Mmm. Oh..." Travis' eyes rolled back in his head.
He wanted to do that to Travis, only without the

chocolate. "What would you say if I asked you to pick a
safeword, Travis?"

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"I'd tell you that I haven't done this before. I've only

read about it on the 'net."

So Travis was interested enough to have read about

it. Good.

"Will you pick a safeword so we can play together?"

He hoped very much that Travis would say yes.

"I like caterpillar."
"That works. As long as neither of us grows one of

those little mustaches that look like one." He winked.

"No pussy ticklers for me."
He threw his head back and laughed. "That was bad,

Travis. Very bad." There were no pussies at the
Hammer.

Travis chuckled, and the blush was sweet, so good,

with a hint of naughty.

He had a chocolate cookie dipped in the sweet sauce

and then offered the same to the slinky kitty next to him.

"Thank you." Travis caught a drip of the chocolate

with that pink tongue, and then sucked his finger clean.

The sweet kitty was seducing him, now, and Chris

loved it. Moaning softly, he fucked Travis' mouth with
his finger. Teeth nipped the end of his finger, making it
sting.

"You aren't nearly so innocent as you look."

Somehow that had him all the more intrigued.

"No?" Naughty, wicked boy.
"Not at all. I think you'd like to meet my whip, up

close and personal."

"Do you?" Those eyes widened, and his knuckle was

bitten this time, playfully.

It made him groan. "I do."
"I'm not a virgin." No, but the sweet kit was cherry.

At least in the world of the Hammer.

"Neither am I."

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"No. No, how could you be? Anyone would want

you."

"Now who's being the flatterer?" He was pleased,

though. Extremely. This kitten was pushing all the right
buttons.

"Do you dance?"
"On occasion." And this might be just the occasion.

"Would you like to join me on the floor?

"I would." Travis nodded, finished his beer. "I've

never kissed a boy before I dance with him."

He leaned in and said, against Travis' lips. "And you

still haven't -- I'm not a boy."

He felt Travis' excitement, saw the flash of hunger in

the lovely, green eyes.

He took another kiss, tongue sweeping in to get at the

flavor beneath the chocolate, and then he drew back,
stood and held out his hand. "Please." He nodded toward
the dance floor. "Join me."

"Yes. Thank you." Travis took his hand, followed

him to the dance floor. When the man started to move,
Christopher almost came. Slinky, sexual, sensual and
utterly given over to the music -- Travis was amazing.
Someone had made a very big mistake in standing this
lovely kitty up. He, however, wasn't going to make the
same mistake. Not at all.

***

Travis couldn't believe this. He was living a fantasy

straight out of a porno or a really hot book or one of
those sites online you prayed your roommate didn't
catch you on. Not that Geri cared that he was gay. Or
that she wouldn't sit next to him and ooh and aah, but
still. That wasn't the fucking point.

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The point was that he was dancing with this broad,

blond, beautiful bastard who kissed like a dream in the
middle of a club that specialized in leather and whips
and that kind of stuff. Christopher moved pretty well,
too, the large man surprisingly light on his feet.

The music was heavy, driving, and the crowd was

big, so they stayed close. Really close. At one point,
Christopher put a hand on his ass, tugging him in even
closer. He stepped forward, let them rub together,
feeling more in control in the dance than he had sitting
in the corner.

Christopher licked his own lips and then bent and

licked Travis'. It wasn't a kiss, but at the same time, it
almost was. He leaned back, their hips moving together,
rocking. Damn. For a moment he thought he'd imagined
the low moan, but when he looked up, he could see the
heat in Christopher's eyes though the mask.

His cheeks felt like they were on fire, burning, but it

was worth it, damn it. This was his fantasy night.

The music changed, turning into something slow and

sexy and Christopher reeled him right back in. Oh.
Christopher's whip bit into his hip, the ache not bad at
all.

They danced for a while, Christopher's eyes not

leaving his. He knew Christopher had to feel his cock,
feel how hard he was. He could certainly feel
Christopher's reaction to him, hotter than the whip,
thicker. God, was he supposed to touch, push forward,
pull back?

Christopher nuzzled around his ear, making him

shiver. "I want to take you to a back room, Travis."

Oh. Oh, damn.
For a second, maybe even more than a couple of

seconds, Travis considered chickening out, saying no.
Backing away. He nodded instead.

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"Good boy." Christopher's teeth closed around his

earlobe and bit down, quick and sharp. The next second,
his hand was taken and Christopher led him off the
dance floor. His cock was so hard that he felt like he was
stumbling around it, like it was the biggest thing on his
body right now.

They went over to the bar where Christopher spoke to

someone, who gave him a key. Then they were moving
toward a door at the far end of the back wall. The farther
they left the crowd, the more nervous and excited he got.
What if this was a mistake? What if he didn't do it right,
whatever it was?

When they got to the door at the back of the room,

Christopher turned to him. "You remember your
safeword?"

"Caterpillar. I remember." That much he could get

right.

"Good." With that, Christopher opened the back door

and led him into a quiet, romantically lit hall.

"Oh..." He looked around, surprised that it wasn't...

skanky. Like the kind of place you rented by the hour.
This place looked clean, sexy and expensive as hell.

Christopher's smile looked amused, and they went

down the hall to the door marked '4'.

Defensiveness popped up in him. "What? I didn't

know what to expect."

"I didn't say anything, Travis." Christopher opened

the door and the room they went into looked like a really
high class, if not overly big, hotel room.

"How pretty." He walked in, touched the wood on the

bureau.

"The Hammer Club treats its members very well."

Christopher followed him, hand sliding across his ass at
the world 'very.'

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"I'm... well, you should know, I'm not. I mean. I'm a

college student, okay? Not anyone who can afford...
anything." Dance students were poor.

Christopher's hand slid across his shoulders. "I don't

judge a man by the size of his wallet, Travis."

"I just wanted you to know."
"And I just want you." The line might have been

cheesy, but it sounded sincere, coming from
Christopher.

The man turned him, tilted his head and took his

mouth. Travis groaned, opened up easily, tongue sliding
on Christopher's, loving how confident the kiss was.
One big hand slid down his back and tugged on his tail.

He chuckled. "Careful. There's a safety pin."
"Safety first, I like it." Christopher gave him a wink

and tugged again. Then their mouths were back together
for another magnificent kiss.

By the time Christopher lifted his head, Travis was

swaying, moaning in his chest.

"I think it's time to lose the costumes..." Christopher's

fingers slid to his waistband. He reached for
Christopher's buttons.

His T-shirt was pulled out of his pants, Christopher's

fingers hot as they slid up over his belly. He sucked in,
his jeans sliding down on his hipbones.

Groaning, Christopher's fingers slid back down,

rubbing along the dips where his hips met his thighs.
"Sexy kitty."

"Meow?"
Laughing, Christopher tugged his shirt up and off. He

stood there, a little nervous, a little worried, because
what if Christopher didn't like what he saw?

"Oh, damn, even sexier without the clothes on." His

dark jeans were shoved down his thighs and
Christopher's mouth landed on his again.

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He was caught in his jeans, in Christopher's arms, and

his cock was caught in his boxers. But the kiss went on
and on, stealing his breath and making him dizzy. He
swayed, fingers catching on Christopher's whip, sliding
on the leather.

"Mmm. You want a taste of my whip, kitty?"
"Will it hurt?" Did that matter?
"Yes. That's the point, hmm? Pain and pleasure

mixed together, making you fly." Christopher's voice
had grown husky, sexy.

"I'm not scared." Not terribly anyway.
"Good. We can have some fun together, then."

Christopher kissed him again before pulling back. "Take
off my mask. You should be able to see me if we're
going to do this."

He reached up, carefully unfastened the mask, eager

to look at his lion tamer. Christopher was even more
handsome with the mask off, the blue eyes even warmer
now. Travis' fingers slid over Christopher's cheek as he
admired.

The man nuzzled into his hand, smiling as he

shrugged off his vest. "Now we need to be all the way
naked."

"Do we?" He slid his hand down Christopher's chest,

trying to get to skin.

"We do. I want to touch. To see." Christopher's shirt

fell away, then Travis worked ties on the tight leather
pants open.

Christopher's hands slid on his skin, fingers touching

his nipples as he worked.

"Oh." That tingled, just a little.
"Sensitive?" Christopher touched again, a little harder

this time, the sensation a little more there.

"I don't know. I don't mess with them."

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"Oh, that's a shame." Christopher gave him a

predatory grin. "I'm going to mess with them.

"You are?" He tried to spread open the fly of

Christopher's pants, fingers trembling.

"I am." Christopher's cock pushed at the skin-tight

leather like it was eager to get to him.

He stroked the tip, the leather damp. Christopher

groaned for him, hand sliding through his hair. He
leaned back into the touch, chin lifting. Christopher
brought their lips together for another kiss.

Oh. Oh... His eyes closed, his fingers landing flat on

Christopher's belly. A low murmur pushed into his lips,
the muscles under his hand rippling. He felt that touch,
square in his balls.

"Want you, sweet kitty. Want you under me, under

my whip."

His cock jerked, and he almost embarrassed himself.
Christopher toed off his shoes and worked off the

leather encasing his legs, then helped Travis get his
pants right off instead of stuck somewhere around his
knees. "The only question is, what do we do first?"

"I. I have to tell you. I'm really close." He motioned

toward his cock. "You're so hot and it's been a while
and..." Chris was living a wet-dream, for god's sake, but
he didn't want to embarrass himself here.

"Then I guess we'll have to take the edge off."

Christopher leaned in. "Will you go off just from
hearing how I want to stretch you out and lay my mark
down on your back, how I want to fuck that beautiful
little ass of yours?"

His lips opened. Oh, God. Oh, God.
"You'll definitely go off if I take hold of your cock

and tug on it, won't you?"

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Travis reached down at Christopher's words, fingers

wrapping around his aching cock, almost like he needed
to comfort it.

"No. Don't touch. That's mine." Christopher's hand

wrapped around his wrist and pulled it away.

His eyes went wide and he arched, so fucking close.
The hand around his wrist tightened and Christopher

licked from his collarbone up his neck to his ear. "Go on
then, boy. Come for me."

Spunk spurted from him, one wave after another, his

balls aching. The scent of his come filled the air and
Christopher moaned into his ear, breath hot, damp.

"Oh, God." He'd just... God. How embarrassing.
"You just keep getting sexier by the second, kitty."
Really? Christopher wasn't upset? "Do you want me

to... I should clean up?" Christ, he wasn't a virgin, he
needed to stop acting like one. He'd had sex before.

"No, I love the smell of you, don't wipe it away."
His cock jerked again, like he hadn't just come.

Christopher blew his fucking mind.

The man's mouth covered his again, tongue invading

as his hand was pulled behind his back.
He arched, his body rubbing against Christopher's. Hard
and hot, Christopher's cock bumped his and rubbed his
belly. It was more than he could do, to not writhe
against that stiff prick, beg for it.

Christopher leaned away for a moment and picked up

the whip. The leather draped around his shoulders,
Christopher dragging it along his skin. Travis couldn't
help but stiffen. It wasn't even that he was scared, but it
was so new.

"Shh. Easy, kitty." The leather slid over his right

nipple.

"Are you going to hurt me?" His nipple went so hard

so fast it ached.

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"Do you want me to hurt you?" Christopher met his

gaze, held it.

"I don't know." He didn't know anything somehow.

"This is like a wet dream, huh? Like a fantasy, but I'm
not making it up." It still didn't feel like it could be real,
though. Yet nothing had felt this real in a long time,
maybe ever.

"Then you want to taste my whip. And it wants to

taste you."

Taste. Putting it that way let Travis nod, let

Christopher lead him to the bed and bend him over.

"Oh, sweet kitty. Look at you." Christopher's hand

slid over his ass.

Travis went up on tiptoe, rocked back into the touch.

The leather slid on his skin again, along his back and
over his ass cheeks, cool but not cold and warming. He
hummed, let himself move to the music in his head,
enjoy the sensations.

"Now, meet my whip," murmured Christopher. The

leather disappeared, as did the slight heat coming from
Christopher's body.

Then something fast and sharp snapped against his

skin. He jerked forward, muscles tensing. It was so fast
he wasn't sure exactly what he had felt.

The next hit was lower, beneath his shoulder blade.

Travis pushed himself up, body insisting that he had to
move. The next 'taste' of the whip slid across his ass.
That stung, but it seemed almost, oddly reasonable.

"You were made for this, Travis." His other ass cheek

felt the kiss of Christopher's whip.

"How can you tell?" His own voice was huskier than

he'd ever heard it.

"The way you react to each kiss of leather." The whip

sounded in the air and then hit between his shoulder
blades.

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Kiss? Was it a kiss? More like a bite. A deep, good

bite.

Christopher landed the whip on him again, his right

ass cheek, and then his left. His muscles jerked and
rolled, bucked and shook like he was warming up, doing
isolations.

"You see? Made for it." Again and again, the whip

snapped across his skin, one sharp bite following
another.

He shook his head, crawled up on the bed, body

aching.

"Two more and then you'll have my cock."
"Two..." He needed to scream or something. "Okay."
"Count them for me."
When the first one landed, he gasped out the number,

body still moving away.

"Move into it, sweet kitty." Christopher's voice was

soft, patient, warm.

"It stings." He gasped in a quick breath before the last

blow fell, stinging deep.

"Count it." The words were a demand this time,

though still softly spoken.

"Two. Two. Stop."
"No, that was one -- you were counting down from

two." Another bite landed on his left ass cheek.

"Stop!" He pulled away, gasping, body jerking.
"You can stop this anytime, Travis. You just need to

count the 'one'." The whip hit him again.

"One!" He pulled over to the other side of the bed,

panting hysterically.

"That's right, kitty. Very good." Christopher's arms

wrapped around him, hands drawing him close. He
shivered, shook, body feeling totally out of control. "I
have you, boy. I have you."

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't. Oh. I."

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"Shh. Shh." Christopher's lips covered his, soft and

sure. Hands slid down his back, cupped his ass,
squeezed. "That was really your first time? You did so
well; you're such a sexy kitty, taking my whip like you
did."

The words were like a balm, like a caress of their

own, and he moaned his thanks.

"You make me want you so much." Christopher

tugged him in closer, pressed the hard, hot prick against
him.

"I'm burning." He couldn't even tell if he was hard,

too. All he could feel was the whip marks.

"It's a good burn, hmm?"
He nodded, then shook his head, then nodded again.

Chuckling, Christopher distracted him with a hard kiss.
That was way easier to focus on, to understand. To trust
in. The kiss became deeper, Christopher's hand shifting
so his fingers slid along Travis' crack. Travis let his hips
roll back, rock into the touch.

"Sweet, eager kitty."
"Please. Please, I need. I ache. Help me."
"Roll over onto your other side, sweet kitty."

Christopher leaned away, getting something from the
bedside table.

He rolled, his back buzzing, his cock fully hard now,

leaking. Christopher snugged up behind him, now slick
fingers sliding along his crack. It was instinct to pull
away, but the next need was to push back.

Christopher hummed, mouth sliding on his neck as a

finger pushed into him. That pressure was sweet, the
crinkle of the hair on Christopher's arms making the skin
on ass sting.

"Mmm, tight." Christopher pushed his finger in even

deeper.

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He nodded. It had been a while, and it hadn't ever

been this good. In and out that finger rocked, then
suddenly it hit that special spot inside him.

"Christopher!" He bore back, mouth suddenly dry.
"Right there, huh kitty?" Christopher chuckled softly

and hit that spot again.

"Yes. Yes, please. Oh, God."
He wasn't sure when one finger became two, but he

didn't really care as long as Christopher kept nailing his
sweet spot over and over like that. He moaned, head
down near his chest as he sucked in air. Soft kisses
peppered his neck, the touches so different than the
'kisses' of the whip.

They rocked together, his moans coming faster and

deeper. He felt the third finger push into him,
Christopher stretching him wider, opening him right up.
He drew his leg up, bend his knee, begging.

"You ready for me, kitty? Ready for my cock?"
"Please." Anything. Everything. More. Now. Now.

He needed.

Christopher's fingers disappeared, and then came the

unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper opening.
Travis breathed, making himself relax, get ready for it.
Christopher's hand slid down his back, the touch gentle,
but still making each place the whip had touched burn.

All he could do was nod, gasp, and wiggle his ass

like a slut. Then Christopher's hand wrapped around his
hip and that hot cock pushed against his hole, pushed
and pushed and finally pushed in. The stretch and burn
were absolutely perfect and he cried out his pleasure, his
thanks.

"Travis..." His name was a breath against his skin.
"Yes. Please. So full." The man filled him up.
Christopher pulled almost all the way out, then glided

back in, filling him up yet again. A deep moan pushed

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out of him, like it couldn't fit with Christopher's prick
inside him. Christopher gave him an answering moan
and thrust into him again.

His skin burned, ached perfectly where Christopher's

body pushed against him, and he found himself pushing
back, needing more of it. Christopher wrapped an arm
around him, tugging him back in hard. Yes. Yes, just
like that. He squeezed around Christopher's cock,
gripping tight. A moan met the movement, and then
another as Christopher brought them together over and
over.

The rhythm was steady, their dance familiar and

right. When a sharp bite hit his shoulder, it shocked him,
rocked him forward, made him cry out. Christopher's
hand wrapped around his cock, slid over his flesh as
they rocked. The rhythm sped up, going into double
time, Christopher's skin slapping against his.

"Give it to me, sexy kitty. Show me."
"Yes. Yes..." He jerked, and the second that hand

rubbed the tip of his cock, he came.

"Travis!" Christopher cried out his name, pushing in

hard as he came, too.

He groaned, surrounded by Christopher, by warmth.

The thick cock slid away, but Christopher stayed right
there, holding him, keeping him close.

It slowly crept in, that he'd done this. He'd come to a

club and... wow.

Christopher pulled the covers up, surrounding them

in warmth. Soft kisses landed on his shoulder. "Have I
tamed the sweet kitty?"

"Tamed? I think you made me wild."
Christopher's arm tightened around him. "Then you'll

need your lion tamer for some time to come."

He nodded, moaned softly. "I think I do."

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"And I think I need to see more of a sexy kitty like

you. A lot more." One hand slipped down his belly, the
touch feather light, making him pant. If this was a
fantasy, it was the best one he'd ever had and he'd take
it.

There was only one thing he could think of to say.

"Meow."

End.

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Lion Tamer

Copyright © 2011 by Sean Michael

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