CHAPTER 14
Zeke
“You look different,” Landon stated when he found me in the break room seeking my third cup of coffee of the morning.
“Got a haircut,” I told him. Granted, my shiny bald head looked the same as it did every day.
“Not it.”
“New tie,” I said, keeping my attention on the cup as I poured.
“You’re not wearin’ a tie.”
I smirked. “You’re right. I’m not.”
“So, that’s not it, either,” he said as he moved closer.
I glanced over to see Landon smirking at me.
I knew what he was getting at, and I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but I was in a damn good mood today.
Perhaps I’d gotten plenty of sleep this weekend.
Or maybe it was the food I’d been eating.
Possibly the fact I’d had regular sex over the past two days.
It could’ve been anything, but I wasn’t willing to entertain the man. Even if he was technically my boss.
“How are the new toys doin’?” he asked, a teasing note in his voice.
I passed him the coffeepot. “Relatively well.” I didn’t have any complaints. Yet.
“I heard about the scene on Friday. Wish I’d been there to see it.”
My cock twitched as I thought back to Friday night. That had been a damn good night. Saturday and Sunday had been rather pleasant, too.
“I’m sure there will be more,” I told him, leaning against the counter as I sipped my coffee. “Plenty more.”
“Luci’s been beggin’ to go back. I keep tellin’ her she has to be good.” He laughed. “She has a huge issue with that.”
“Yeah, well. It doesn’t seem to be causing too many problems.” I grinned. I’d known Landon and Langston for years, and honestly, I’d never seen them as happy as they were with Luci. Whatever the three of them were doing, it worked well for them.
“What?” Landon asked. “No tips on how to keep her in line?”
“Not from me. It’s about the submissive. Maybe she needs the discipline.”
“And your toys? Have to discipline them yet?”
I thought back to the events of the weekend.
Not once had either one of them done anything to earn punishment.
That pleased me more than I thought it would.
Not that I was fond of having to mete it out.
The pets I played with knew that their reward was for doing as I wished, not going against my instructions.
“Not yet. I’m sure it’s coming, though.”
Landon sipped his coffee, his face losing the amusement. “I heard Case had a problem with the apartment.”
I nodded.
“You know why?”
“He had an issue with the confined space,” I told him. “More so, the fact he couldn’t get outside immediately.”
“That the reason you decided to let them shack up with you?”
I knew Landon was trying to get a rise out of me. The Moore twins tended to do that. Every now and then, I would give in, let them get the best of me. It was all in good fun.
“That and I like the idea of having a couple of fuck toys at my beck and call,” I told him straight.
Landon laughed. “That, my friend, I believe.”
“You should because it’s true.”
“They here today?”
“In my office,” I told him.
“Are we gonna get a call from the boys across the way?” He motioned in the direction of the wall, and I knew he was referring to the building across the street from ours. They had a perfect view of some of our offices.
“Probably.” That was my goal anyway.
“Well,” he said as he stood tall. “I look forward to that call. Just make sure the cops aren’t sent our way.”
“As long as they’re not offended, shouldn’t be an issue.” Considering my fuck toys were currently blowing each other in the middle of my office floor, it was quite possible the uptight accountants were getting an eyeful.
After topping off my cup, I headed back down to my office. Tank was asleep on Addison’s floor, his big head shifting when he heard footsteps. He didn’t bother to get up as I passed.
“Traitor,” I told him with a grin.
When I stepped into my office, I found the pretty boy and the cowboy exactly as I’d left them. They were sixty-nining one another with the pretty boy on his knees and the cowboy beneath him.
“Switch,” I instructed as I headed over to my desk.
The cowboy rolled out of the way, and the pretty boy lay down. A second later, they were back in position, filling each other’s mouths with their cocks. It was a hell of a sight, I had to admit. They knew they weren’t allowed to come, so neither of them was rushing.
I spent a few minutes working on a couple of emails I had to take care of. I had a call in fifteen minutes, so I wanted to get this out of the way before then.
Dividing my attention between watching the show and typing up information on governance, risk, cyber response, and defense wasn’t as easy as some people might’ve thought. For whatever reason, I found my interest in the details of the email waning.
Finally, my computer chirped, alerting me to the appointment I had in five minutes.
“Cowboy, I want you over here,” I said as I typed one last line in my final email and hit send. “It’s my turn to enjoy that mouth.” I glanced over to see them separating. “And pretty boy, I want you to stay just like that. Stroke your cock while I watch.”
“Yes, Zeke,” the pretty boy said.
I turned my chair to the side to allow the cowboy to kneel between my legs. As interesting as it would’ve been to shove his ass under the desk, he was too big to fit comfortably. Since I didn’t want anything distracting him from sucking me, I figured this worked better.
“Free my cock,” I instructed, leaning back in my chair.
The cowboy was up on his knees, his hands working my belt, then my slacks. When he had my cock in his hand, I watched him.
“I’ve got a call to make, but I want your mouth on me at all times. Do not make a sound. If you do, you’ll be punished. Understand?”
“Yes, Zeke.” He peered up at me, his lips already swollen from having the pretty boy’s dick between them.
I nodded for him to get started as I picked up the phone to make the call.
His hand was cool, his mouth warm. A definite distraction from the mundane task of rolling through my spiel on why it was important for a company to have the appropriate protocols in place when it came to data, and what I expected from anyone who worked for me.
Yes, I had decided to pursue hiring a few employees.
I’d already started feeling the strain on my time.
Chatter PR Global was branching out, and I suspected, if all went well, we would be branching cybersecurity into its own division, utilizing a name that better suited what we did.
In order for that to happen, I needed to hire some people who were top in their field.
While the man on the other end of the line ran through all his qualifications, I kept my eyes on the pretty boy as he stroked his cock in front of me.
Every now and then, I would put my hand on the cowboy’s head, urging him to continue.
I liked the way his mouth worked me. It was different than the pretty boy’s.
Both of them were good at giving head, no doubt about that. But it was nice to have variety.
In fact, I found I liked having a choice between the two.
They were similar in many ways, but still uniquely different.
The pretty boy was all about pain, while the cowboy didn’t necessarily need it.
He did succumb to humiliation in a way that fascinated me.
Between the two of them, I hadn’t gotten bored yet.
That was a good sign considering my short attention span when it came to submissives.
“I’d like for you to come in for a personal interview,” I said into the phone, “I’m setting them all up for Friday.” I hit a button to pull up my calendar. “Right now, I’ve got times at ten thirty or two.”
“I’ll take ten thirty, sir.”
“Perfect.” I added the event to my calendar. “I look forward to chatting more.”
“Thank you for your time, sir.”
“Sure.” With that, I hung up the phone and turned my full attention to my fuck toys.
“Pretty boy, I want you to come over here and lick his ass. Prepare him to take your cock.” I rested my hand on the cowboy’s head. “And you stay right where you are. I fully intend to fuck your throat in the very near future. I hope like hell you’re ready.”
Because I damn sure was.
Case (the pretty boy)
Within seconds, I was moving behind Brax, grabbing his ass as I leaned down to tongue his asshole. I knew how much he enjoyed being rimmed, and I was ready to prep him for my dick.
Considering Zeke had kept us apart for the entire weekend, I was jonesing to get my hands on him, excited about the prospect of sinking my dick into his tight ass.
Even the thought made my cock throb. It had been hell having his mouth on my dick and not being able to come.
While I relentlessly teased Brax about how good my blow jobs were, he was the king of them.
I wasn’t sure what it was about him, but every damn thing his mouth did had my body coiling tightly.
“I do enjoy this mouth,” Zeke stated.
Holding Brax’s ass cheeks open, I buried my tongue in his ass, reaming him as best I could. Soft moans escaped him, and I wondered if Zeke could feel the vibrations on his cock.
“That’s good,” Zeke said. “Keep it up, pretty boy. Fuck him with your tongue.”
I worked Brax over roughly, giving him all that I had. I could feel the subtle way he pushed back against my mouth, trying to take more of my tongue.
“Oh, yeah. Keep doing that, cowboy. Right there.”
This was the most Zeke had spoken during any of the encounters I’d been in aside from the way he’d taunted us on Saturday morning.
I still remember how it felt when he asked me if I was ready for him to own me seconds before he plowed my ass with his cock.
I’d been as close to subspace as I’d ever been during sex.
It had appealed to me on a carnal level.