Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

"Please." He swallowed and put his hands behind his back, ready to be bound. "Please, sir."
    "He really gets off on begging." Taylor's mouth went soft for a moment, then twisted in a grin. "He's turning me on, and I'm not even the one he's doing it to."
    No , Zach thought, just a little tired of the way Taylor was talking about him as if he wasn't there. You're the one who's gonna be begging me when I've got your dick in my mouth.
    Then the strip of heavy silk met his crossed wrists and he couldn't think about anything but how fast the cool material warmed up and how his world tipped and realigned after that first tug that let him know he couldn't break free.
    'Easy," Jack said softly, stroking his hair and then resting his hand on the back of Zach's neck. His thumb moved up and down, a small, intimate caress that left Zach shuddering with need. "I've got you, boy. Breathe, yeah, in and out, that's it."
    Zach slanted his eyes and met Jack's concerned gaze. He gave him a shaky smile. "I didn't think it would feel like this. Didn't think I'd get off on it when it was real. It's why I didn't look for it as hard as I could've. Too scared I'd lose the fantasy."
    Jack leaned in and kissed him, a brief, firm press of his lips. "Yeah. It's overwhelming, I guess."
    "A blow job would settle his nerves," Taylor said.
    Jack gave Taylor a mildly exasperated look, but Zach nodded. "It kind of would. It's familiar, at least. Can I?"
    Jack ran his hand down Zach's spine to his bound wrists. "Yeah. And don't worry about him talking. I've got a cure for that."
    Zach settled down between Taylor's knees -- and discovered that with his hands tied his balance was shot to hell and getting Taylor's cock in his mouth wasn't as easy as he was used to either. He hadn't realized how much it helped to have a hand locked around the base of the cock he was sucking and he was worried about the condom riding up.
    Taylor didn't seem inclined to help, reclining back, his hands by his side. Zach felt a stab of resentment, even as he drew Taylor's cock deep, but he'd misjudged Taylor. The couch was set a foot away from the wall, and Jack stood and walked behind it. When he was level with Taylor, he said, "Hands up here, Tay. No touching him."
    Taylor's mouth twitched in a 'what can I do?' way, but as he raised his arms over his head, Jack's hands closing around his wrists, his expression was already losing its cheerful arrogance. His lips parted on a sigh when Jack's fingers tightened and he tilted his head back to stare up at Jack, all love and longing.
    It was an intimate moment, but Zach didn't feel excluded, just forgotten. It wasn't for long.
    "Suck him, boy," Jack said softly. "Make him wriggle that hot ass of his, make him whimper and moan. I want to hear him."
    Zach was all in favor of that. "Yes, sir."
    He started with Taylor's balls, the fair hair fuzzing them surprisingly soft and sparse against his lips. Taylor was turned on enough that they were drawn up, tight, but if it was too difficult to draw them inside his mouth when they were like this, Zach could still lap at them with his tongue and get the soft skin wet. Taylor gave an encouraging hum and arched his ass an inch off the couch, asking for more.
    "Don't rim him," Jack said, making Zach glance up at him. God, Taylor looked hot, his body drawn taut by Jack's hands. "He likes that too much and I'm still pissed at him." He moved Taylor's hands down until they were resting on the back of Taylor's neck, his elbows sticking out like wings. "Keep them there." Jack grinned down at both of them, then took off his belt.
    Zach gave the head of Taylor's dick a tentative lick, his attention mostly on Jack and that thin strip of supple black leather.
    "You sucking him or not?" Jack inquired. Zach ducked his head immediately and lost himself in the pleasure of discovering the shape of Taylor's cock. He loved the ache of having his mouth forced wide by a thick cock and he knew he was going to be feeling the aftereffects of this blow job for a while.
    Jack brought the belt down against Taylor's stomach, a light slap, no more than that, but Taylor moaned, the head of his cock sliding over Zach's tongue. "Jack...God..."
    Another slap, and another, the belt never leaving a lasting mark, the blows controlled and precise, then Jack swung the free end up and caught it, stretching the belt out between his hands. He leaned over until the belt was resting horizontally across Taylor's nipples, then began to