CHAPTER 15
Zeke
After sharing a meal on Monday night, I retreated to the living room to watch television.
I had a thing for the legal dramas, although I wasn’t sure why that was.
Most of the time, the characters irritated the shit out of me, but there was something about the legality of it all, the process and procedure perhaps, that kept me riveted to the screen.
Sitting here, hanging out, mindlessly chilling, had become a thing for me and Tank.
He would curl up beside me while I relaxed, unwinding from my day.
The pretty boy and the cowboy joined me, both sitting on the other sofa since Tank and I took up most of the space on this one.
They sat together exactly as I’d expected them to.
Their shoulders touched, and from time to time, they would absently touch the other when they spoke.
Their affection for one another was palpable.
A couple of hours passed, and I found it not nearly as irritating as I thought it would be to have them in the same room with me.
In fact, I enjoyed their company even if they didn’t speak except to question something on the television.
A couple of times, I found myself having decent debates over why something happened.
When it came to their point of view and reasoning, I found I didn’t intimidate them.
Their input was logical, and they had no problem arguing their point. It was intriguing, and I liked that.
By the time the cowboy had yawned twice, I knew it was time to head upstairs. Mornings always came far earlier than I wanted, and after a day like today, I was ready to hit the sack. Not to mention, tomorrow was going to test my patience, so every bit would help tonight.
Pushing to my feet, I stretched, then motioned for them to get up. “Come on. It’s time for bed.”
The pretty boy stood quickly, then helped the cowboy to his feet.
I was taken by the way they interacted with one another.
It was obvious they cared, and that was endearing.
Not that I wanted a relationship, but it was nice to see that it worked for some people.
Even if, by engaging with me, they were doing something completely out of the norm for most people.
And I was about to introduce them to something else most people didn’t do.
Before they could head to the stairs, I stopped them. “Tonight, and all nights going forward, you’ll be sleeping in the cage beneath my bed.”
For whatever reason, I fully expected an argument from at least one of them.
Although I referred to them as fuck toys and I didn’t think of them or speak to them by name, I was aware they weren’t animals.
Yet this was something I needed, something I craved.
The question would be whether or not they could handle that.
Neither said a word, merely nodded as though my wish was their command. In a sense, it was. They didn’t have a choice based on the agreements they’d signed and the understanding we’d come to.
Once we made it up to my room, I nodded toward the bathroom. “I want both of you to shower first. Together. One washes the other,” I explained.
While I enjoyed watching legal dramas, I liked watching them touch each other more.
It was an interesting twist to all of this.
I’d never had two submissives at one time, so I was finding creative ways to entertain myself with them.
Their connection to one another allowed me to push their boundaries and explore avenues I hadn’t been privy to before.
After acknowledging me with a courteous, “Yes, Zeke,” they went into the bathroom.
I followed, but I headed into the closet.
The water turned on as I was stripping my clothes off.
When I returned, they were standing beneath the water, their big, glistening bodies highlighted and shadowed by the many bulbs over the vanity.
There was a distinct difference in their sizes, but they weren’t polar opposites as I’d initially thought.
Both had green eyes and muscular bodies, although the pretty boy was bigger, his muscles more defined.
The cowboy had dirty-blonde hair, the pretty boy short, dark hair.
From a height perspective, they were equal, but when you looked at them, they were vastly different.
The way they carried themselves, for one.
The cowboy walked with a slight swagger, the pretty boy more controlled.
As for personalities, that was what truly set them apart.
The cowboy was far more obedient. He was mindful of every move he made, while the pretty boy seemed more laid-back, less stringent.
I took a position leaning my ass against the counter. I was as naked as they were, so there was no way to hide the desire they stirred in me. Not that I tried to, but aside from stroking myself leisurely—more to get their attention than anything—I ignored my dick all the same.
The cowboy washed the pretty boy first, starting with his hair, then running his soapy hands all over the pretty boy’s muscular body, taking special care to soap the pretty boy’s dick.
He stroked him a couple of times but then moved on, dragging a low groan from the pretty boy.
They alternated, then it was the pretty boy’s turn to tease and torment the cowboy while efficiently getting him clean.
Big hands ran over the cowboy’s lean build, starting from his neck, down to his toes, then back again.
If they only knew what I had in store for them, perhaps they would’ve followed through with those hand jobs.
Once they were finished, both men rinsed off before shutting off the water.
I motioned toward two towels sitting on the counter, then headed into my bedroom.
I retrieved two sets of wrist and ankle cuffs from my nightstand drawer and the chains I needed to connect them to the bars on my bed.
When the two naked fuck toys joined me in the bedroom, I grinned to myself.
“On the bed,” I ordered.
Both men shot confusion-filled looks my way.
“No, you won’t be sleeping there.” I pointed toward the cage beneath the bed. “That’s your new bedroom from now on. However, I do have something in mind for you first.”
Apparently reassured by my explanation, they went to opposite sides of the bed and climbed up.
“On your backs. Hands above your heads.”
Damn, but they looked good there. I could almost envision them sleeping on either side of me, within reach if I chose to torment one or both. I immediately shook off the thought. They would not be sleeping in my bed. That wasn’t the reason I’d brought them here.
While I connected the chains to the metal frame, I admired them there in my huge bed.
Other than me and Tank, no one else had ever slept in this particular bed.
In fact, I had purchased it three years ago, wondering if I would ever get the opportunity to put it to good use.
Never the one to hold out hope, I figured it would always be a reminder of the things I couldn’t have but knew I wanted.
Not that I wanted these two fuck toys sleeping with me, but I did entertain the notion of using and abusing them in some form or fashion.
I could envision the cowboy strapped to the mattress, facedown, while I beat on him for a bit, then took his ass with the brutal force he would beg me to give him.
I would have the pretty boy standing up, his arms shackled to the bars overhead, while he was forced to watch me sodomize his boyfriend. My dick certainly liked the idea.
Once I had everything ready, I restrained their ankles and wrists in the cuffs, then retrieved the box I’d set on my dresser. When I returned, both men were watching me intently.
“Do you know what a chastity device is?” I asked, simply to get their minds working.
“A device to prevent masturbation,” the pretty boy said.
“True. It prevents that. It also shows you who now owns your dick. It no longer belongs to you. It’s mine to do with as I please.
” I selected two of the stainless-steel cock cages, which would cover their dicks completely.
I then grabbed three rings—two medium, one large—just in case.
I would have to determine which would fit each of my fuck toys.
“Going forward, you will sleep under my bed together. I don’t give a shit if you spoon each other or not. However, these will be a reminder of who owns your cock. It’s not there for your pleasure. It’s there for mine.” I looked up at the pretty boy. “Understand?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“Good. I’ll fit you first. The harder you are, the worse it’s gonna feel,” I warned, ensuring he saw how much I would be pleased by the prospect of hurting him.
Since the pretty boy’s cock was semi-hard already, it wasn’t easy to fit the cage over him, but I managed.
The large ring was easier because it was hinged, allowing me to open it so I could wrap it up under his balls and around his cock, effectively restraining them beneath the metal.
The ends of the ring connected, then fit through a slot on the cage to hold it in place.
I produced one of the stainless-steel padlocks and quickly snapped it shut.
He would likely be running through some mundane shit in his head to fight the hard-on; otherwise, pain was going to become his friend.
“All done.” I smiled, ensuring he saw the sadistic gleam.
I got off on using them, controlling them.
Owning them. It was a high unlike any other.
“I have the key. It’s your responsibility to pay attention.
If you have any issues, I expect you to let me know immediately.
You’ll be wearing this to sleep in every night. ”
“Yes, Zeke,” the pretty boy said as he relaxed on the pillow. If I had to guess, he was running through algebraic equations in an effort to keep himself under control.
“Now your turn, cowboy. You ever wear one of these before?”
“No, Zeke.”
Ah. That pleased me.