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Series: The Hampton Road Club, #6
Release Date: October 10, 2017
Author: Morticia Knight
Francesco might not know a thing about being a submissive, but for Master Theo, he’d be willing to learn anything.
Living on the streets of 1920s Los Angeles and pleasuring men in dark alleys for his survival is not how Francesco had thought his life would turn out. But he’s filled with the hope that someday—if he learns how to be a respectable fellow—he can make a home for himself and maybe even find a man he really cares for who also cares for him. In the meantime, he hustles to get by and looks for the good where he can find it.
Theo’s existence is safe and predictable. He indulges in his perverse nature at his friend Saul’s sadomasochism club on Hampton Road and negotiates contracts for the Hollywood players and studios. When an enticing little grifter crosses his path one day, the encounter unnerves him. Not because he gets conned, but because the refreshingly open and unaffected young man holds a mirror up to Theo’s own dreary existence. Theo might have plenty of material wealth, but his wealth of spirit can’t compare to the delightful Francesco’s.
Theo rescues Francesco from a dire situation and brings him home. If nothing else, he can at least find the desperate young man some decent employment. Instead, they both find themselves increasingly drawn to each other. But until Theo introduces Francesco to what being a submissive means, he doesn’t dare give his heart away. Francesco has yet to discover the secrets that are hidden behind the walls of the Hampton Road Club.
“Excuse me, sir. But I do believe you dropped this dime.”
Theo gazed down into the big brown eyes of the very ragamuffin he’d been observing for several minutes. The boy batted his lashes as he held up his grimy hand to Theo—a shiny, silver dime resting on his palm.
Hmm. “I see.” Theo snatched up the coin and pocketed it, curious as to what sort of reaction he’d receive from the young man who was clearly up to some sort of grift. “I thank you kindly for your honesty.” Theo tipped his fedora then turned on his heel to stroll away. His new tagalong jumped into view after Theo had made it several steps past the bustling market.
“Beg pardon, but I thought it was a dang shame that a nice refined gentleman such as yourself ain’t got no friends.” He came to an abrupt stop which halted Theo’s progress. He rocked on his heels as he shyly peered up at him from under his long lashes. Theo held in a snort when he batted them again. He doubted that anything about the urchin before him was shy.
“You mean, I don’t have any friends.”
The boy furrowed his brow as he stuck out his bottom lip in seeming confusion.
“That’s what I just said. You ain’t got no friends. Are you thick in the head or something?”
“What I meant was…” Theo sighed. He didn’t have time for such nonsense. “My dear lad, I’ve been called many things, but never that.”
“Really?” The young man brightened up again and Theo noted with surprise that he’d begun bouncing on his toes as if he couldn’t keep still. “Like what? I’ve been called lots of things too. Sometimes folks are awful sore at me for stuff I don’t even understand, which means they must be wrong because it don’t make no sense. I know I’m kinda bad sometimes, but I ain’t no deevee…” He frowned again. “A deevee ain’t.” He snorted in Theo’s stead. “Whatever the tarnation that is.”
Oh my. “I see.” Theo considered the poor thing smiling up at him. “And who might have accused you of this deviancy? Someone you offered your friendship to who wasn’t appreciative?”
The young man nodded with great enthusiasm. “Oh yes. That happens all the time, so I have to run real fast before they whistle for a copper. But also my mama, her mean fella who kicked me out after he took the place of my papa, my older brother who beat me up when I asked if I could live there…” He scrunched his brow. “Hmm, let’s see. Oh! I know. There was also the ladies at the church who wouldn’t give me any soup, even though all the other fellas there get soup on mission day.” He tilted his head. “I never understood that. Why is giving soup a mission? Do you think they go on other missions? Maybe those missions have pieces of meat or candies. And I never meant to be a deevee ain’t, honest.” He slashed his finger across his chest twice to make an ‘X’.
Theo blinked several times as he tried to take in everything the clearly homeless youth had blurted out with nary a breath. He also found himself biting back acerbic commentary over how he’d been treated. Most likely, he’d been cast aside for being a lover of men.
“No. I know you didn’t mean to, and those people were wrong for accusing you of that.”
The young man’s eyes went wide. “Gee, you really think so? Cuz I don’t want to be one since everyone hates them so much. It’s not nice when people hate you. I don’t mean to make people hate me, no sir I don’t. I hardly ever steal, and I don’t sock fellas or spit at them. I don’t say cussing words if ladies are nearby…” He sucked in a breath as he drew his eyebrows together. “Well, there was this one time, but she was yelling some very unholy words at me because she was being friendly with a fella behind the YMCA, and I—”
Theo shot up his hand, palm out. “That’s quite all right, no need to continue. I think I have the picture.”
“Are you mad at me?”
Theo shook his head in confusion. He also wondered why he was still conversing with the young man when he had much better things to be doing. He sighed to himself. Like what? All he ever did was work long, frequently boring hours or visit the mansion where his friend Saul had a secret social club that answered his own so-called deviant needs.
“No, I’m not mad at you. Why would you think that?”
“Because you had to stop me from all my blathering. Mama used to stuff dirty rags in my mouth to shut me up. ‘Blather, blather, blather’, she’d say. ‘I can’t stand it’, she’d say.” A shadow crossed the boy’s features. It was the first time he’d shown Theo anything but enthusiasm. “She couldn’t stand me.”
“There, there.” Theo cleared his throat. “I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”
“She sure as heck did.” He broke into a smile, all signs of melancholy suddenly gone. “But you’re not mad at me and I’m glad. So can I be friendly to you now? It’s only a dollar and I can show you a private place where no one will catch us.” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “I’m very good with my hands and mouth, but I don’t do any of that other stuff and if you try to make me, I’ll kick you in the jewels so hard you’ll piss blood, so don’t get any funny ideas.” He narrowed his eyes. “You seem real nice and all, but I’ve been tricked before.”
About the Author:
Author Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after. If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little heart’s desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011. Since then, she’s been fortunate enough to have several books on bestseller lists along with three series’ titles receiving recognition in the Rainbow Book Awards.
Once upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.
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