Zack and the Dark Shaft by Gracie C. Mckeever

leaned in to suck and nip Zack’s throat where the pulse beat.
    “Only if you’ve been a bad boy.” He leaned over to the left side of the bed where another pair of Velcro cuffs dangled. He slipped on and secured this cuff to Zack’s left wrist, then sat back on his heels to admire his handiwork before pulling Zack’s pants and shorts down.
    “Oh God…”
    “You’re at my mercy now.”
    “Please…take me.”
    “I intend to, but when I’m ready.” Quincy gave Zack’s ass another whack with his palm and marveled at the rosy glow spreading across Zack’s skin before he whacked the opposite cheek to achieve a twin effect.
    Zack frantically wriggled beneath him and Quincy knew he was trying to get his shit off with the friction so slapped both cheeks once each in quick succession.
    “No coming until I say so.”
    Zack barely stopped moving. “Okay, but…please…I need you inside me.”
    Quincy straddled Zack’s hips, tsking. “Such impatience.”
    “I’m desperate.”
    “We’ll have to see about taking care of that, won’t we?” Quincy grabbed the lube from his bedside dresser, spread generous amounts of it in and around Zack’s anus before lubing his own throbbing cock.
    He covered Zack’s smaller body with his, feeling incredibly protective and savage at the same time, heart pounding with the fierce love and desire that Zack always brought out in him.

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    Quincy rose up to balance his weight on his palms and tease the crack of Zack’s ass with the head of his penis. He brushed the sensitive tissue right at Zack’s entrance, slowly circling his hips before surging forward.
    Zack panted, eagerly pushing back against Quincy’s groin and seductively wiggling his hips. “I can take it, baby. Deeper…go deeper…”
    Quincy slid in to the hilt, stroking delicate nerves on his way in and on his way out before he picked up a rhythm to taunt Zack’s prostate again and again with the bulbous head of his dick.
    “Yes, Quincy, yes! Take me. Take all of me…”
    Quincy squeezed his eyes, pumping his hips like a piston before he stiffened above Zack in the throes of an earth-shattering orgasm that took him right over the edge of paradise into the realms of sublime.
    Zack shuddered beneath Quincy in an orgasmic spasm of his own,
    squirming against the bed covers and clenching his inner muscles around Quincy’s shaft when he too came.
    Reluctantly, Quincy pulled out and reached for the right cuff. He unfastened it, slid his arms around Zack and held him close. “I wish I could stay here with you all night.”
    “Me too.”
    “But I’ve got customers to tend to.”
    “Business first.”
    Quincy grinned, leaned in and pecked Zack’s nose. “As tempting as it would be to leave you here chained to my bed,” he reached over Zack’s body to release the other cuff, “I guess I’d better let you go so you can get decent and come back out for the night’s festivities.”
    “I guess you should.” Zack sat up to pull up his shorts and pants.
    Quincy cupped Zack’s face and growled when he leaned in to plunder the other man’s mouth with his. He pulled away long moments later, breathless and determined. “Don’t use up all my dances with the club twinks.”
    “I’m saving all my dances for you. And all my love…”

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    Gracie C. McKeever

    Zack felt the afterglow of his sister’s orgasm all the way down to his toes.
    Was this what Zara felt when he was with Quincy and came? Christ, that had to have been torture for her since it was killing him now.
    He had to find a way out of here!
    So far he’d spent the night banging his shoulders and kicking against the walls looking for a weakness or opening with no success. He’d tried reaching the window with the same results. And just to make things really interesting he’d been screaming his head off since Zara locked him down, also to no avail.
    Zack sat against a padded wall in a corner of his prison with his