CHAPTER 13
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 he’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 whose 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 shoot 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.