Lion Tamer

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 A Torquere Press Sip - 1

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 onceover 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." A Torquere Press Sip - 3

"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, A Torquere Press Sip - 4

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... A Torquere Press Sip - 5

"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. A Torquere Press Sip - 6

"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?" A Torquere Press Sip - 7

"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." A Torquere Press Sip - 8

"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. A Torquere Press Sip - 9

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. A Torquere Press Sip - 10

"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.' A Torquere Press Sip - 11

"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. A Torquere Press Sip - 12

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." A Torquere Press Sip - 13

"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. A Torquere Press Sip - 15

"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. A Torquere Press Sip - 16

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." A Torquere Press Sip - 17

"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. A Torquere Press Sip - 18

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 A Torquere Press Sip - 19

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." A Torquere Press Sip - 20

"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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