Just A Number..

"Zac....Im not taking you to these places. Your too damn beautiful and precious. I dont wanna have to kill someone for looking at you wrong." He stroked his hair.

"Quincy I need to. He's my mother and I wanna help you find him. So just let me come babe please." He sighed.

"No....And I wouldn't have you seeing what kinda condition he might be in when I get there...."
He looked away.

"Quincy. I'm coming." Zac was set on this. If Quincy brought him home he would simply sneak right back out.

"No. You listen to me. I have been here and dont this. I never really HURT them like alot of men will and then man who had your mother, no telling what he is doing. I wont let you see that and I wont have those guys gawking at you. Im a monster, I know what im doing."

"I dont' want to argue. I want to go before it's too late. But you are not going to get me to stay home. Now let's go."

"Fine but if I take you, you will do everything I say. Im not playing if I tell you to do somethng you had better fucking do it."

"Fine." Zac grumbled. "Now go. Hurry... please." He added.

Quincy sighed, cradling Zac to his chest as he took off, this time he was running, as hard and as fast as he could.

Zac was biting his lip so hard he drew blood as he waited, curious to see where they were going.

They arrived soon enough, it was a dark shady bar. It was far away from home. The place was old, cigarette smoke hung low in the air. Men were everywhere, many of them big and muscled, scary looking. Others were small, scared and very afraid looking. The bartender grinned a Quincy, he was missing a tooth in the front, his old wrinkly skin littered with tattoo's and and marred with scars. Quincy walked up to him and smiled back.
"Howdy Quincy."
"Hey Frank."
"You here for a drink? A quick fuck or something? I haven't seen ya around these parts in a while."
"No, I haven't been here and Im not going to be. This is about....Business."
The old man rose a brow
"Who are ya looking for and can you leave him." The man reached out to touch Zac but Quincy pulled him away.
"Let me make myself clear, this boy is off limits to any and all of you. One of you ever fucking touch him and you will know what it feels like to be the black Dahlia the day she was murdered...But I will make it a hell of a lot worse...." His voice was low, deadly, cruel and very serious.
The old man nodded. "Ill make sure I tell everyone. Now what business?"
"Im looking for someone."
"Who?"
"My friend was taken, he is maybe five eight, five seven. Blond hair and blue eyes. Can't walk. Has scars on his wrists from cutting and his lips is pierced."
The man nodded looking around.
"I think I saw Joey with someone like that. I think he was taking him to the slave trade."
Quincy growled. "Did he looked like he had tried him out yet?"
"No, but thats where he was going I think."
"Where at?"
"Probably at the Devil's den and and then to Hitlers Hide away."
Quincy nodded. "Thank you."
"Anytime Quincy."

Zac listened to the conversation intently, growling every once in a while. He eyed the men around as Quincy spoke. He knew he should've been frightened but he wasn't. And if it came down to it, he'd let somoene have him if it meant keeping his mother safe.

He would but Quincy sure as hell wouldn't. He would fucking kill over Zac. He stepped out of the bar, leaning beside it with Zac still in his arms, waiting for someone. He saw them in the bar, he knew they would came see him.

"Y'know you can put me down. I'm not completely defenseless." Zac said quietly. He liked being held but he didn't want to look like such a child at this place..

"No. I feel better with you in my arms. I knoe your not helpless but If something happened to you I dont know what I would do. Just let me hold you and protect you..." He looked over as a man came out of the bar. He turned his head up, give Quincy a small smile.
"Howdy."
"Sup Kindle?"
"Nothing...."
"You never liked it here, why are are you here?"
"Master."
Quincy nodded.
"Im going to Devils den, you wanna come?"
"Hell yes if he will let me, ill be back."
He ran into the bar and came out grinning.
"Oh yes, im coming."
He locked arms with Quincy and they walked off.

Zac bit his lip, chewing nervously as they walked. He nuzzled Quincy's neck for a moment until he felt safer then he stopped.

Quincy held him tightly as his friend talked about tis and that until they got to the Devils den.

Zac eyed the man closely as they walked.
"can you please put me down?" He sighed

"No." He stepped into the place, it seemed nice, if you didnt hear so many screams coming from everywhere. Quincy spoke to Kindle for a momant before talking to the women at the front desk.
"Hello ma'me, id like to check in."
"Is that your fuck piece for tonight?"
"Yes ma'me."
"He dont look that old."
"He's not, he will be nice and tight." Quincy winked as she had him pay, game him some rope for zac and then a room key. He grinned evilly as she lead him to his room. He got inside and smiled at her.
"Enjoy!" SHe waved, standing there, watching.
He threw Zac onto the bed, getting ontop of his and throwing off his shirt, his hands on the buckle of Zac's pants undoning it.

Zac's breath hitched as Quincy undid his pants. This was just an act because the woman was watching... right?
Or... or maybe his father was right...
No, Quincy had changed....
But Zac was scared shitless. He was trembling underneath Quincy without realizing it. How was he supposed to react? By the sound of the screams and the rope, he was supposed to resist but he was frozen.
He simply laid there shaking, not knowing what to do.
What if the woman didn't leave? Then he would lose his virginity... he planned on losing it to Quincy in the long run so no big deal, right?
Wrong...
Zac was beginning to doubt that Quincy had changed at all... maybe this was the plan all along...

Quincy cursed the women as she would not leave, he pulled down Zac;s boxers, cupping him through the front of his pants before turning anf smiling at the women.
"Sorry ma'me buts its his frist time, I wanna be the only one to see it."
She pouted a little but nodded and left. Quincy immidately took his hand away. He pulled Zac's pants back up, redid the bottons and then slipping his shirt over his head. The look in Zac's eyes...It hurt him, he felt as if he could cry because deep down.....Zac thought he was the same old monster. He just turned his head away and waited for Kindle.

Zac almost cried himself, he was so relieved. He wrapped his tiny arms around Quincy's waist and buried his head in his shoulder.
He had never been so terrified... and it wasn't even of the painful intrusion he had been fearing, of losing his virginity. It was of this man he'd come to love and he thought loved him to doing that to him. Using him like that.
But he wasn't. And for that Zac was so happy he could cry.

Quincy reached around and moved so Zac was in his lap. He hugged Zac tightly.
"You don't think I have changed do you? You thought I was going to hurt you, do that to you....Not that I dont deserved it but........"
He had just hoped Zac trusted him.
He was so close to crying to wasn't funny.

"I-I was just paranoid... I'm sorry. I DO think you've changed. I just... got scared there for a minute..." Zac sighed as he hugged Quincy close.

"I don't blame you.....Im a monster." He covered his face with his hands as he waited for Kindel.