Daybreak by Keira Andrews

that hand had been. Grant eyed Lucas up and down with a slow grin. “ Pleasure to meet you.”
    “Lucas is new, so go easy.” Casey smiled reassuringly at Lucas before turning back to Grant. “Hey, is Joel here? I haven’t seen him in ages.”
    “He’s in the back. Come on. And bring your friend.” Grant smiled, licking his lips.
    Lucas shook his head quickly. “You go on and see your friend. I’ll be fine.”
    “Okay. Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone.” Casey slapped Lucas’s ass playfully and disappeared into the recesses of the basement.
    Lucas felt exposed standing there alone, but he was pretty sure he didn’t want to see what was in the back. Instead, he detoured into a dank kitchen. A few couples in various positions huddled in the corners of the room, and Lucas tried not to stare. He failed miserably. One man smiled and beckoned him over, but Lucas ducked around the fridge, wrinkling his nose at the stench. He shuddered to think of what food products might have been left to rot inside.
    A half-open door on the other side of the kitchen led to another room, and Lucas’s heart pounded as he slipped through it. He stood in darkness, his stare fixed on the far wall fifteen feet away in the narrow room.
    A single spotlight illuminated the wall, leaving the rest of the space in shadow. Restraints hung from the low ceiling, and a naked young man faced the wall, his arms and legs outstretched in a star position. His wrists were manacled to the ceiling, his ankles restrained to the low carpeted platform he stood on.
    His muscles flexed as the polished wooden paddle connected with his ass, and Lucas jumped. The man on the platform didn’t make a sound, and sweat trickled from his short reddish hair and down his spine. The older man holding the paddle, who wore chaps and a black mask, swung it again, smacking it against the young man’s flesh.
    Lucas gulped, and it was so loud to his own ears that he quickly glanced around guiltily. However, the audience for the performance was riveted to the stage. The paddle veered through the air again, landing another stinging blow. This time, the young man in the restraints made a noise, but Lucas recognized the pleasure in his cry.
    Lucas wiped his brow, taking a deep breath. He was rock hard and straining against the fly of his jeans. As the paddle found its target again, a man to Lucas’s right, a figure he couldn’t quite make out in the darkness, groaned in satisfaction as he shook with release.
    Suddenly arms encircled Lucas from behind, and he swallowed a girlish scream. Casey’s hand squeezed Lucas’s engorged dick, and he chuckled. “Like what you see? I’d be happy to tie you up and punish you. You’ve been a very bad boy, after all.”
    The low ceiling seemed to sink closer, and the dank air smelled of sex and sweat. Lucas tried to catch his breath and found he couldn’t. He shoved Casey away, shaking his head. He had to get out of there. He tripped through the door and barreled into the kitchen and out to the main hallway, ignoring Casey’s calls for him to stop.
    Stepping over a tangle of men, Lucas found the door and clambered up the stairs into the night. Rain pelted his face, but he sucked in the cool night air gratefully as he hurried away from the rundown house.
    Down the block, he dodged between two sleeping houses. In the darkness of the narrow driveway, he leaned against the brick wall of one of the houses and caught his breath. He hadn’t thought to grab his jacket, and goose bumps covered his bare arms. The rain fell steadily, chilling him to the bone. But there was no way he could go back to the party, so he’d have to freeze.
    There was also no way he could make it to the subway station with his enormous hard-on. After a moment of debate, Lucas unzipped his fly. He had to bite his lip to keep himself quiet as he wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock. He jerked himself swiftly, thinking of the mystery man in the