Jamie is taken Part 1

behind by someone who was obviously in control were great turn-ons for

Jamie. Apart from the sex, the men he picked up were also often quite

generous and he often received very expensive gifts in return for his

favors. He didn't really have any friends and his partners all insisted

on absolute discretion so Jamie didn't really have anyone close to him

in the city, but with a great job resulting in great sex and extra cash

he didn't really care.


He was standing in front of the counter on a Thursday morning when the

man entered. The man was six feet seven inches with a deep, muscular

chest and very large hands, impeccably manicured. His stylishly short

hair was black with a sprinkling of grey and his jaw was square,

together with his piercing black eyes lending him a look of raw,

undiluted power. His suit had probably cost more than Jamie made in a

year and the price tag on his handmade shoes was easily enough for a

luxury sedan. His watch was of the kind usually reserved for presidents

and kings. He was clearly a man of wealth and influence.


Jamie was the closest and as soon as the man had walked in the door he

had sauntered over to him and after letting the man take in the store he

asked him: "May I be of service Sir?" The man turned his gaze to Jamie

letting his eyes take all of the young clerk in. From the moment he

turned towards Jamie, his complete attention was focused on him, his

gaze wandering up and down Jamie before settling on his face as he

looked Jamie straight in the eye. Just before he spoke a fleeting look

of predatory amusement flickered across his handsome face: "You

certainly may." The tone alone was enough to send a shiver down Jamie's

spine. The man continued looking him straight in the eye as he

continued: "I'm looking for a new suit, something casual but stylish.

Will you be able to provide the service I require, Mr. �?" His mouth a