I am Master Damon. When we shake hands, you’ll be distracted by the sinewy lines along my forearms. Or you might suddenly go blank, startled by the piercing blue of my eyes. I am not who you are drawn to when looking for a boy who reminds you of your high school sweetheart. I am the man who makes your heart quicken. I am the man you seek out when you need a night of forgetting. I am the man whose calloused, warm hands will soon be caressing your back… But only after I have made it sting with my whip.
