I was effectively trussed up with no means of escape. And the thought alone made my dick hard. Something I was completely aware of since I could feel the pinprick of those steel screws poking into my dick. It wasn’t unpleasant—yet—which, again, was a testament to how warped and twisted I was.
Zeke squatted in front of Brax and held up a bell similar to the one he had put in my hand. “There are no safe words. So unless you are bleeding or a bone is breaking, you better not use this.” Zeke’s smile was pure evil. “Considering your mouth is full, this is the only way I’ll know.”
After tucking the bell into Brax’s hand, he stood and moved behind him. He took the silicone paddle and turned to face me. The man didn’t say anything, but I could tell he wanted me to be fully aware of what he was about to do. He smirked, then turned his attention back to Brax.
I found myself holding my breath when Zeke set the paddle on the small of Brax’s back before kneading his ass firmly. He pinched and grabbed his flesh, plumping it. The circulation would be stimulated, which would make that damn paddle feel like the devil himself had taken to his ass.
Zeke picked up the paddle again and stepped to the side before rearing back and landing it firmly on Brax’s ass. Brax cried out—the sound muffled by the gag—his body jerking. Zeke swatted him several more times. The music pulsing in the room added to the intensity. It wasn’t loud, but it was effective. By no means did it block out the sound of that silicone slapping against Brax’s firm ass.
After several swats, Zeke reached between Brax’s legs and fisted his cock.
“I take it you enjoy having your ass beat,” he said, pumping Brax’s dick a few times before landing several more swats. He continued this for several minutes until Brax was effectively squirming, moaning unintelligible things through the gag in his mouth.
“I do like how red your ass gets, cowboy.” Zeke slapped him again and again. He wasn’t pulling any punches as he shifted and moved so not to focus on the same spot. By warning Brax that he wouldn’t go easy, it was as though Zeke had all the permission he needed. Then again, he did because Brax and I had given it to him unconditionally.
After several minutes of turning his ass a bright shade of red, Zeke set the paddle down and retrieved a rubber glove. He pulled it onto his left hand, then resumed using the paddle again. A minute later, he paused once more, generously lubricating the fingers of his gloved hand.
“Let’s see just how tight this asshole is,” Zeke prompted before pushing one lubed finger into Brax’s ass.
My cock jerked and swelled, drawing a ragged moan from me as the spikes pressed into the sensitive nerves under the head of my cock.
Zeke turned to look at me, another vicious smirk on his face. He shifted positions so I could see everything he was doing to Brax. The way he began fucking him with one finger, then two had Brax and me both groaning. It wasn’t long before Zeke was scissoring his fingers, stretching Brax’s asshole, and he wasn’t gentle about it. He pounded his hand against Brax, thrusting those big digits in deep.
“It’s not enough, is it?” Zeke asked, turning his attention to Brax.
Brax moaned something no one could understand, but I could hear the plea in his tone. He wanted more.
Hell, I wanted more.
“You like this, pretty boy?”
I cut my eyes over to Zeke.
“You like watching me fuck his ass with my fingers? You want to see my cock shoved in there? Giving him the sort of pleasure you’ll never be capable of giving him?”
I shook my head although part of me did want to see it. The logical side of my brain said no because Brax belonged to me. He was mine in every way that mattered. The idea of Zeke claiming him had my insides coiling tighter.
“It’s killing you, isn’t it?” Zeke taunted. “The idea of me impaling his ass, shoving my dick so deep his thoughts of you are replaced with me. When he cries out in his mind, it’s my name he screams. Not yours.”
Oh, fuck. My cock jerked. The humiliation in those words ran deep, but they were effective.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Zeke shifted once more, his fingers still buried in Brax’s ass. He moved so he could pick up the paddle. And while he thrust roughly into Brax’s ass, he began paddling his flesh in earnest.
By the time Zeke yanked his fingers from Brax’s asshole and stripped off the glove, I was sweating, my body rock hard.
Zeke produced a condom from his pocket, and a minute later, he had stripped his own jeans off, sheathed that enormous cock, and lubed himself up.
“Watch closely, pretty boy. Watch while I use him and abuse him. I guarantee, this’ll be the best fucking he’s ever had. The next time you fuck him, he’s going to be screaming my name because I’ll be etched in his memory forever.”
Brax moaned when Zeke aligned the head of his cock with his ass. Without preamble, Zeke shoved in deep, stopping when he was lodged to the root. Brax’s head moved back and forth the small amount he was allowed as he cried out. But not once did he use that bell. He was loving this as much as I was.
Fuck him. Pound his ass.
Those were the words screaming in my head as Zeke stood motionless, his hands kneading Brax’s blistered ass as he spread his cheeks apart. He pulled out slowly, seemingly fixated on his glistening cock as it retreated, allowing those muscles to tighten before he pushed in again.
It was a damn good thing I was restrained. Otherwise, I would’ve been jacking my cock to the rhythm of Zeke’s thrusts.
For a fraction of a second, I might’ve even been a tad jealous that it wasn’t my ass Zeke was ramming his big dick into.
THIRTEEN
ZEKE
CHRIST ALMIGHTY!
The cowboy’s asshole was strangling my dick and it felt so damn good. I’d known it would when I had fucked his ass with my fingers, burying them in deep while ensuring I massaged his prostate frequently. His muscles had locked tightly around my fingers as he tried desperately to buck against the restraints.
The cowboy was moaning loudly now, his words muffled by the gag. It was obvious he wanted more than I was giving him. Which was the exact reason I was taking my time. Well, that and I’d seen the look in the pretty boy’s eyes when I’d started finger-fucking his lover’s ass. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but it turned him on nonetheless.
I would give the cowboy everything I had, but not yet.
For now, I would simply enjoy myself. They would learn that I wasn’t an expedient man. I didn’t fuck simply to get off. I wanted that edge that came with a release. The buildup, the pure torture as my balls tightened and my muscles coiled.
Since the cowboy’s ass was positioned at the perfect height for me to drive into him, I took the opportunity to pick up the paddle again. His ass was a deep cherry red already, but I wasn’t sure he’d had his fill. I smacked him every so often as I plunged my hips forward, filling him completely.
I briefly considered removing the cowboy’s gag so I could hear him beg and plead. Unfortunately, my dick wasn’t willing to leave the tight, warm space it was currently tunneling into, so we would both have to deal.
“Your asshole’s so fucking tight,” I groaned as I slammed in again. “I thought for sure the pretty boy had stretched you by now.” I cut my gaze over to the man shackled to the wall. “Doesn’t look like you’re giving this little boy what he needs.” I smacked Brax’s ass with the paddle. “You need a real man filling you. I can feel you trembling. You’re so fucking hard, your cock ready to burst. But you won’t. Not yet. Not until I fuck you the way you need me to.”
The cowboy tried to move but I had him restrained with precision and care. The most he could do was flex his muscles while I used his ass for my own pleasure.
“You like watching me fuck him, don’t you, pretty boy? Giving him everything you’re not capable of giving?”
This was my tactic. Tormenting them both. I could see the humility on the pretty boy’s face. He was wondering if h
e’d ever be able to give the cowboy exactly what he needed. Before me, I was sure they’d been satisfied with what the other brought to the table when it came to sex. Now that they were experiencing what I could offer, they would never be the same.
That was my end goal. By the time I discarded them, they would forever be impacted by me. Years from now, they would be dreaming about all the wicked things I’d done to them.
“You want me to go easy on you, cowboy?”
The cowboy jerked his head the few inches the restraints allowed, and I let out a satisfied chuckle. “Of course you don’t. You need this ass fucked hard. You want to be impaled on me so that when you sit down later, you’ll remember exactly who’s dick was buried in your ass.”
I dropped the paddle onto the cowboy’s back one last time. I was done with that. It was time to take everything I wanted from this man. Gripping his hips, I began to fuck him harder, deeper, faster. I let their combined moans become the backdrop as I worked him over. It was highly satisfying to know the pretty boy was watching us, his cock so damn hard, brutally tortured by that crown of thorns.
It was a wonder the steel-framed spanking bench remained in place even as I pummeled the cowboy with my cock. A fine sheen of sweat coated my skin as the stirrings of my release ignited. I allowed the sensation to consume me, radiating through my entire being before I considered letting myself go.
“One of these days I’m gonna take your ass without a condom, cowboy. I’m gonna plow you bare so we can both feel the intensity of your tight ass squeezing the life out of me.”
His muscles tightened as he groaned and I knew he was damn close to coming. I hadn’t restricted him from coming, but I hadn’t given permission, either. Since the rules and protocols he signed last night said he would ask permission, I could only hope he’d read the fine print. Otherwise, he would find out what punishment at my hands looked like. And despite the way I roughly used his body, he would think this was heaven compared to the hell I would put him through.
“Fuck,” I growled, gripping his hips tighter. “I’m gonna come, cowboy. Then I’m gonna bend your boyfriend in half and take him the same way. Hard, rough. How does that make you feel? You wanna watch me fuck the pretty boy’s ass?”
The cowboy nodded as best he could, his deep moans bellowing out of him. I plowed into him several more times before I stilled, draining my balls in the warm depths of his body. The condom was necessary, but a hindrance all the same.
After dislodging and disposing of the condom, I walked back over to the cowboy, shoving my hand between his legs and jerking his cock roughly. I worked him over well but stopped just short of his release.
Only then did I unhook the pretty boy from the wall and order him to move over in front of his boyfriend.
“Grab a mat and put it on the floor. Make sure the cowboy can see everything I’m gonna do to you.”
The pretty boy did my bidding, grabbing one of the black vinyl mats and laying it on the floor. His chest was heaving, his muscles strained. He was close to losing it and I was eager to send him over the edge.
“On your back. Knees up by your chest.”
The pretty boy was breathing hard, the steel ring squeezing his cock while the nipple clamps kept him on edge. He needed the pain, I could see it in his eyes. They practically glowed with that lascivious hunger building inside him.
Once he was in position, I sheathed my still-hard cock with another condom, lubed myself generously, then kneeled by his legs.
I leaned over him, smirking into his face. “I’m gonna remove the gag so you can hold on to the chain. Just remember, the more you move, the more those clamps’ll pull your nipples.” Having seen the pretty boy’s pain tolerance firsthand, I figured that would be a bonus for him.
I didn’t waste time. After removing the gag and placing the nipple clamp chain between his teeth, I gripped my dick and lined up with the pretty boy’s ass.
“You ready for me, pretty boy? You ready to know what it feels like for me to fucking own you? Because that’s what this is. I own you and your little boyfriend, too. I can fuck you whenever I feel like it and you’ll take my dick and be thankful I’ve offered that much. Is that what you want? Me to fucking own you?”
His head jerked roughly in affirmation, a groan following as those clamps yanked his nipples, mercilessly pulling them away from his body.
I drove in deep, enjoying the way the heat consumed me. He was as tight as his lover, perhaps more so, but telling him that didn’t suit my purpose, so I went with the opposite.
“Your asshole’s loose,” I lied. “Must mean the cowboy plows your ass frequently. You like when he fills you?”
He nodded again, unable to speak or risk that chain falling out of his mouth. He bared his teeth, showing how they were locked around the chain that connected his nipple clamps. Every shift of his head would cause those torture devices to tug on his sensitive nipples.
“But you like when I fill your ass more, don’t you?”
He moaned, crying out, a torturous sound that pleased me more than anything. I slammed into him over and over.
“Answer me,” I commanded. “My cock works you over better, doesn’t it?”
He nodded, those clamps being pulled tightly.
“You want me to fuck you harder?”
He nodded again, his eyes glassy from the painful ecstasy that he craved.
Since I’d already come once, my dick wasn’t quite as sensitive, which allowed me to fuck the pretty boy harder and deeper without the risk of coming too soon. I made sure to make eye contact with the cowboy, relishing the pain in his gaze as he watched his lover being fucked by another man. Although they were in this willingly and they knew what was in store for them, the heart wasn’t always as eager as the body. He was tormented by the sight, even if he was enjoying the hell out of it.
“This time,” I told them, “when I come, I expect both of you to come. If you don’t, you will be punished.”
This was a test for the cowboy since he had no way to stimulate his cock. The only thing that could send him over the edge would be watching the pretty boy shooting his load all over himself.
I let loose on the pretty boy then, not holding back. I had him practically folded in half, my full weight pinning him down as I slammed my hips forward, my cock tunneling into his ass over and over again. He was panting and moaning, begging without words for me to let him come. He knew better than to do so before I did.
I held out as long as I could, long minutes passing as the friction from his tight ass drove me closer and closer to the edge. When I finally roared my release without warning, I watched the pretty boy’s cock. Without even touching himself, he came in a rush, cum splashing over his belly, his chest. A few seconds later, the cowboy groaned. I looked over in time to see his body jerking and twitching as he let himself go.
I was quite impressed with the scene. More so than I thought I would be. Perhaps a few more torture techniques were in store for them. I had noticed how they welcomed the humiliation. Perhaps I’d lay it on thicker next time.
I would have to come up with something even better, something to push their boundaries further. I was going to take advantage of having them around.
After all, that was why they were here.
My pleasure and my pleasure only.
*
Brax
(The cowboy)
Monday, October 15
BY THE TIME THE WORKWEEK started, I was feeling a little wrung out. Never since the day I learned the pleasure my dick could afford me had I ever thought the damn thing could possibly be the reason for my demise.
Yet I got the feeling Zeke Lautner was trying to prove that theory.
Not in a bad way, necessarily. But I did feel slightly worn. The one lesson Case and I had learned over the weekend was that Zeke was insatiable. He could fuck for hours and even then I wasn’t sure the man’s cock was ever fully satisfied.
After the scene on Saturday morning—like
ly the most intense thing I’d ever been involved in—he had found ways to keep us guessing throughout the weekend, taking his pleasure in whatever form he wanted. On Saturday night, when I was making dinner, Zeke had restrained Case to a kitchen chair, then pinned me to the kitchen cabinet and fucked me for all I was worth. On Sunday night, without warning, Zeke had strolled into the living room, insisted I drop my jeans and bend over. I had without argument, enjoying the hell out of the way he fucked me ruthlessly and without preamble.
Yesterday morning, Zeke had insisted I follow him outside when Case was playing ball with Tank. He had forced me to kneel beside him, then instructed my boyfriend to hug the wall of the house while he plowed Case from behind.
Last night, I had just settled into my bed alone—a place I had learned I would no longer be sleeping—when Zeke came in. The man proved his strength by flipping me onto my stomach before fucking me in earnest on the bed. For a brief moment, I had wondered if the frame was strong enough to hold us both. I was happy to say it had held.
I wasn’t positive, but I thought Zeke had gone into Case’s room shortly thereafter and done the same thing.
Needless to say, my body was on high alert, waiting for Zeke to make an appearance.
I had texted Trent last night to let him know that Case and I were currently staying with Zeke, but we were available for him should he need us. His response was simple: I’m good for now. Enjoy yourself.
I was certainly doing that. The suspense, though, was killing me. I had no idea what to expect. At any given moment, Zeke could walk into a room, command me to my knees so he could shove his dick down my throat or force me to bend over so he could pummel my ass with his giant cock. Oddly enough, I continued to hold out hope that he would, because I would take him any way I could get him.
On the other hand, I missed spending time with Case. Although we were in the same house, Zeke was keeping us apart for some reason. Not by ordering us to our rooms or anything, but he seemed to know whenever we were getting closer.
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