GENRE: Gay BDSM Erotic Romance
LENGTH: 55,216 words
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Twinks are stronger than they appear, and Bull is going to rue the day he thought differently.

Jamie O'Hara has been crushing on Bull Raleigh, the Dungeon Master at Indiscreet, for months. Bull hates twinks and Jamie is a gorgeous, ebony-haired twink personfied.

But looks can be deceiving. Jamie is far from a twink and sets out to prove it, only to end up in danger from a white slavery ring.

Can Bull put aside his prejudice to keep Jamie safe?

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

"You've got to leave Bull Raleigh alone," Jim Menetti said to Jaime. Jamie O'Hara was one of the service subs at Indiscreet, the Gentlemen's BDSM club in Western Monmouth County, New Jersey. Jim, a collared sub who owned a percentage of Indiscreet, was sitting in the kitchen having tea with Brian Murphy, a fellow sub who belonged to Bear Drummond the not so silent partner of Jim's Master, Reed Davis who owned the club.

Jim and Brian had tea every weekday morning at precisely ten. When Jim didn't have to work, they were at his and Reed's cottage; other days they spent Jim's break in the kitchen at Indiscreet. Jaime stood in front of both men looking sheepish. This wasn't the first time the ebony-haired twink had bothered Bull, the Dungeon Master of the exclusive club. Bull trained all the Masters and the subs or they couldn't get through the door.

Jaime had finished training two months ago and his crush on the Dungeon Master was on its way to becoming legendary. Bull was looking for a sub and Jaime was determined to fill that position. The trouble was, Bull didn't do twinks and Jaime looked like the textbook definition of the word. Jamie was five foot four inches to Bull's six foot three. Jaime, although buff, was slender with the build of a runner while Bull had played as a linebacker at Annapolis and kept his body in peak condition. Jaime had hair as black as midnight, pulled back in a pony tail that reached his waist. Bull didn't style his blond hair; he wore a military buzz cut.

Jamie's big blue eyes and fair skin along with his slight build made him look as if he would blow away with a strong wind and misrepresented his true age of twenty-two. He looked sixteen on a good day, and on a bad one, nowhere-near-legal. Bull was thirty and had been a captain in the Marines who was outed by his lover before Don't Ask, Don't Tell was repealed. In that debacle, Bull lost his military career, his health care, and his pension. Bull was a bitter man. This made him a very tough Master and few subs wanted to take him on, even the big, burly ones that he favored.

When Jamie and the other new submissives were introduced to the club, there was another twink and two other men, Masato and Greg. Jamie knew that Bull made an offer for Greg. Luckily for Jamie, Greg wanted Cisco de Loria, and Bull didn't offer for anyone else.

Despite that, Jaime O'Hara wanted Bull Raleigh as his Master with a ferocity that belied his looks and status as a service sub.

"Bull goes for a completely different type," Brian tried to tell him as he helped Jim put the tea things away.

"You can't make someone love you." Jim stood in front of Jamie, hands on his hips showing his exasperation. "More importantly, you can't even make him like you. Bull doesn't do twinks." Brian put the cups and saucers in the rack to load into the dishwasher.

"But I'm not a twink," Jamie claimed.

"Walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, has duck feet ... just saying." Jim took a kitchen wipe to the counter.

"I may look like a twink, but I'm not one. I can take pain. I'm not a pain slut, but I can take it. I'm not looking for a sugar daddy. I have my own money, a legacy from my grandma. It doesn't make me rich but it keeps me comfortable. Outside of the way I look, I meet none of the typical criteria for twinkdom," Jamie said, getting in Jim's face.

"All right, all right, but it's not me you have to convince, it's him and he can't see past the way you look." Jim sat down on his stool behind the counter.

"It's not like I run after him, I just put myself in a position where he will notice me." Jamie's eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"He's noticed and complained."