Kurt joined the staff as a waiter at the Hammer Club because he wanted a Master of his own. He’s shy, though, and just one boy among the many looking for that special someone to dominate them. In fact, he’s working the night of the Hammer’s Annual Christmas Auction when Master Marcus asks him to fill in for a sub stuck in traffic.
Master August noticed Kurt when he first started working at the Hammer, but hadn’t approached the boy, wondering if they were compatible. When he sees Kurt on the auction block, he figures it’s the perfect time to test out their chemistry without putting any pressure on either of them.
Will Kurt and August find what they’re looking for in each other? Find out in the Christmas Hammer tale.
Auggie had been surprised to find the boy he'd been watching for weeks up on the auction block. The last minute addition had been the perfect Christmas present for himself, the perfect opportunity to see if there was anything more to his personal obsession.
Slender and fine, Kurt made his prick stand up and take notice. Kurt was so interested, eager, and fascinating in his innocence. The guy wasn't bad-looking either, just the opposite in fact. Lean, almost bird-like, with warm brown eyes and chestnut hair just long enough to curl around the angular face, Kurt made him want to expose and explore.
Cupping Kurt's cheek, he leaned in and took another kiss. Warm hands landed on his shoulders, and the sweet lips parted. Oh yes, the instinctive response was everything he could have asked for. He slipped his tongue into Kurt's mouth, gently exploring. Such a dear baby boy, moaning for him, eyes falling closed.
He slid one hand to Kurt's shoulder, up beneath the edge of the shirt, pushing it off Kurt's shoulder. Kurt's hand fell away from his arm, and he guided the shirt sleeve down Kurt's arm and off. The fine-grained skin was unmarked -- no bruises, no ink. A blank canvas.
He worked the other sleeve off as well, leaving Kurt bare from the waist up. That lovely skin called to his fingers, and he traced the lightly defined muscles, imagined leaving his bruises on the pale skin. He moaned at the thought, and the sound made Kurt shiver for him.
"Would you like to take my shirt off, sweet boy?"
"Please." Kurt's fingers shook, fumbling at his buttons. God, so adorable.
He didn't help -- Kurt was going to have to do this on his own. It took a couple of minutes, but Kurt managed, smoothing the cotton down his arms, fingers on his skin.
"Mmm. Your fingers are leaving tingles on my skin."
"I'm glad." The gentle touches continued, teasing him.
Auggie knew how bold Kurt had to be feeling, touching him like this, and he rewarded that bravery with soft moans of pleasure. He watched Kurt's throat work, those eyes exploring his body.
Reaching out, he touched Kurt's right nipple. The tiny bit of flesh drew up, almost kissing his fingertip. Humming softly, he ran his fingertip back and forth across the little nipple. Tighter and tighter, it responded, filling with blood, turning a sweet rose.
"Mmm. You'd look lovely decorated, wearing my jewelry."
"Decorated?" Kurt's eyes were on his body, on him.
"Yes. Nipple rings? Or maybe barbells..."
"Oh." Kurt blinked at him. "Oh, that would be intense."
"It would." He stroked Kurt's cheek. "Intense is a part of what we do here."
"I know. That's why I came. I wanted to know."
He loved Kurt's big blue eyes. "I would love to be your teacher."
"Can I ask a question? Why me?"
"Because I've been watching you since your first day. You're earnest and hardworking, not to mention very easy on the eyes."
Kurt laughed softly. "Oh, that's so nice to hear. I feel so plain next to the amazing men here."
"You? Plain?" Auggie shook his head. "Never. You are a lovely boy. Intriguing."
Kurt's eyes shone, the expression so pleased.
Leaning in, Auggie took another kiss, letting himself sink into Kurt's mouth, into the heat and taste of it. Kurt stepped closer, and their bodies touched, Kurt's abs rippling as they connected. Humming, pleased that Kurt had chosen on his own to move closer, Auggie slid his hands down along Kurt's back, enjoying the sensation of smooth, warm skin beneath his fingertips.
"Oh." Kurt's gasp filled his lips, the tiny sound making his cock jerk. Someone was very sensitive. Kurt was even more of a prize than he'd imagined.
He teased his fingertips along Kurt's waistband, wanting to cup the lovely ass, but wanting to hold off and do it when they were both naked. It was gratifying, the way Kurt's muscles tightened, jerked under his touch.
He brought his fingers right around until they met together at the front of Kurt's slacks. It was easy to flick open the top button and to slowly tease down the zipper. Oh, God. Tighty whities. It was like a wet dream.
He continued to move slowly, wanting to take his time. It would make this last, and it would build the anticipation: the first time his boy stood naked in front of him.
Happy Holidays to all! See you in 2014!
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