CHAPTER 16
Zeke
After breakfast, I informed my fuck toys we would be going to Indiana for the day. The pretty boy seemed pleased by this information, the cowboy not so much. However, they both dressed when I instructed, then joined me in my truck.
I had asked that they dress appropriately for a business setting, and I was rather impressed. Both were wearing slacks and dress shirts, ironed and immaculate. I figured since they worked for Trent Ramsey, they were accustomed to dressing the part when necessary, and I wasn’t disappointed.
Because I was visiting a client, I had to leave Tank at home, but I spent a few minutes with him in the yard before I left.
The trip from Chicago to Valparaiso took just over an hour, and we spent most of that time silent, aside from the radio.
I noticed that when the pretty boy tried to talk to the cowboy, he was met with resistance.
I had no idea what that was about, but I made a mental note to deal with it tonight when we got home.
When we were five minutes out from our destination, I nodded toward the glove box. “Open that and get the two boxes out.”
The pretty boy, who was riding shotgun, did as I requested. He pulled out the two boxes and stared at them with wide eyes.
“When we get to the building, I want you and the cowboy to go into a bathroom and insert those. Feel free to help the other out if necessary. There’re a couple of small lube packets in the console. You’ll have five minutes. Should you take longer, you will be punished.”
The pretty boy didn’t say anything, but he did retrieve the lube when I moved my arm out of the way.
“Oh, while I’m thinking about it…” I passed the pretty boy my cell phone. “Once you’ve got them in, set up the app on my phone. Then test them to make sure they work.”
“Yes, Zeke.” He took my phone, then glanced down at the boxes. “Do I carry them in like this?”
“Up to you. You’re more than welcome to take them out if that helps.”
He tore into the boxes as I was pulling into the parking lot. I glanced in the rearview mirror, noticing the cowboy was staring out the window. He didn’t seem at all curious about what I had planned.
I guess I would have to fix that.
Once inside, I signed in at the reception desk, then took a seat in the waiting area while my fuck toys disappeared into the bathroom down the hall.
I was eager to see what they thought of those prostate massagers.
More importantly, I wanted to see how well they could compose themselves while we were sitting in a room with other people.
Ten minutes later, the head of the IT department came out to greet me. He was an older man, probably in his early sixties, with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and thinning white hair. He was kind, seemingly not at all intimidated by the three of us.
“I’ve secured a conference room,” he informed me. “Are these your partners?”
I glanced over at my fuck toys. “They’re just along for the ride.”
The IT guy smiled. I’d already forgotten his name.
“Well, hopefully we won’t bore them with the details.”
I grinned. “I doubt they’ll be bored at all.”
Once we’d taken a seat in a small conference room, two other men joined us.
The IT guy introduced them as his direct reports.
They were going to walk me through the details of the security breach they’d experienced a month or so ago.
He mentioned how his CEO had referred him to Ben, and I assured him I had the company’s best interests in mind and would handle their issue with complete discretion and professionalism.
I knew how to play the game, even if I wished I had direct reports of my own who could handle this shit for me.
I took a seat on one side of the long, narrow table with each of my fuck toys on either side of me. I kept my phone on the table in plain view with the app that controlled those massagers open.
While the cowboy pretended not to give a shit that he had a toy shoved up his ass, I could tell he wasn’t able to ignore it completely. I figured that would be doubly true when I turned it on.
Once the white-haired IT guy started in on his spiel, I turned my attention to the screen on the wall while they alternated speaking parts as they walked us through what had happened.
I waited roughly one minute before I turned on the pretty boy’s massager.
Sure enough, it wasn’t quiet as it rumbled inside his ass.
In fact, it was loud enough the guy talking paused to look around. When his eyes met mine, I signaled for him to continue. He glanced at the pretty boy, obviously noticing where the sound was coming from before turning his attention back to the screen.
A minute later, I turned on the cowboy’s.
Once more, the IT guy paused, but not for as long as before.
Now the sound was rather loud because it was coming from both sides of me.
Personally, I didn’t care if they knew exactly what I was doing.
Granted, the pretty boy’s ears were red, which meant he didn’t feel the same.
That or he was trying to fight the heat that was undoubtedly consuming him.
For a good thirty minutes, the IT guys walked me through their standard protocols and all the ways they’d come up with to combat the security breach. While they talked, I amped up the massagers a little at a time until there was no way for anyone to ignore them.
“Do you mind if I ask what that noise is?” the white-haired IT guy asked.
I grinned. “You really don’t want to know.”
He seemed oddly amused, then smiled. “All right. Now that we’ve told you everything, do you think you’ll be able to assist?”
“Absolutely.”
Before I launched into my business plan to help them along, I made sure to turn the massagers to the highest level.
I wanted to see the cowboy try to pout through that.
Case (the pretty boy)
Prostate massagers were invented by the devil. Or an evil Dom. Either way. Sometimes I couldn’t tell the difference.
That brutal device was shoved up my ass and causing all sorts of crazy tremors to race through me.
It wasn’t as comfortable as someone might believe, and I damn sure couldn’t ignore the fact that I had a silicone-covered massager inside my body.
Not only was it loud enough that the others in the room could hear, I had to maneuver my position because at certain angles, it was almost painful to sit on.
Not that Zeke seemed to care about my discomfort.
He was clearly taking great pleasure in my torment.
Throughout the meeting, he had glanced repeatedly over at me and at Brax.
Every so often, he would tap the button to increase the speed.
I had to focus on breathing and swallowed a handful of moans.
There were certainly times when it came close to making me come.
While Zeke went through his spiel, talking about shit I had no idea about, I had tried to peek over at Brax. I’d noticed since yesterday that he was irritable, a condition he experienced from time to time. When I tried to ask what was wrong, he shrugged me off.
Now, my boyfriend was certainly the moody type, so I always made a point to check in with him, see how he was doing, but I’d learned to leave him alone when he wanted to be left alone. Eventually, he would share what was on his mind.
However, I got the sense Zeke wasn’t all that happy about Brax’s grumpy behavior. And thanks to one mood affecting the other, I was somehow caught in the crossfire.
“Well, thank you, gentlemen,” Zeke said graciously as he got to his feet. “I firmly believe we’ll be able to address the situation and ensure it does not happen again.”
I had no idea what I was supposed to do, so I waited until Zeke motioned for us to join him.
“I’ll be in contact as soon as I’m back in the office.”
“We’re looking forward to it, and thank you so much for your time.”
The man who had introduced himself as Terry held out a hand, and I reluctantly shook it, wondering if he could feel the vibrations that were still coursing through me.
A few minutes later, we were walking back to Zeke’s truck, and the massager in my ass had slowed significantly, although it was still on.
Because I had ridden shotgun on the drive here, I figured it was only fair to allow Brax the chance to sit up front.
When he waved me off, I paused only for Zeke to insist that Brax ride shotgun.
While the big man walked around to the driver’s side, I tried to get Brax to talk to me, but he refused.
Rather than push him, I got in the back seat and waited for them to join me.
By the time we were heading back to Chicago, the silence in the truck was deafening.
Unlike the trip here, Zeke had even turned off the radio, making it doubly uncomfortable.
There was no way to ignore the fact that Brax was in a pissy mood.
While I was used to it, I could tell Zeke wasn’t.
And the longer the silence ensued, the worse it was getting.
As he drove, Zeke picked up his phone and passed it back to me. “I want both massagers on high.”
Great. Now I was in charge of my own torment. That was a first for me.
“Yes, Zeke.”
He continued driving while I messed with the app, turning both massagers up as high as they would go. Other than a slight grunt, Brax showed no signs of acknowledgement.
“All right, cowboy. Two choices.” Zeke glanced over at him. “You can either tell me what your problem is, or you can pull out your dick and stroke it until I tell you to stop.”
Because I was sitting behind Brax, I couldn’t see his face. I wished I’d opted to sit behind Zeke.
“Nothing to talk about,” Brax grumbled, and his lie was obvious.
“Lie to me one more time, and your punishment will be severe.”
Brax huffed.
“Pull out your dick,” Zeke commanded, his tone rough.
I glanced out the window. Although we weren’t on a deserted stretch of road, there weren’t that many cars around, and none that would’ve been able to see into the truck. At least not yet.
I could see Brax’s arms moving, and I heard the rough scratch of his zipper.
“Now stroke it. Slowly.”
I had no idea how much time passed while that fucking massager drove me out of my mind, but it seemed like time stood still. I wished Zeke would let me stroke my dick. Maybe then I could’ve found some relief.
“Push your jeans down lower on your hips,” Zeke instructed.
Brax shifted again, and I assumed he was shoving his jeans down. I kept my eyes on Zeke, watching the way his eyes darted over to Brax every so often.
A good half hour passed, possibly more, while the three of us sat silently, the road noise and the vibrations from the massagers the only sounds in the truck. Zeke could’ve turned on the radio to make it less tense, but he never did.
Not once did he instruct me to turn down the massager, and I started to fear my prostate was going to be numb from this damn toy. Perhaps indefinitely. Which would likely ruin sex for the rest of my life.
Great.
And now I was thinking about it constantly.
It wasn’t until we were on the backroads nearing Zeke’s house that he finally spoke.
“Turn the toys off,” he instructed. “Once we’re in the house, I want you both to remove the massagers. Clean yourself up and join me downstairs. Cowboy, you can start dinner, and pretty boy, I want you naked and laid out on my coffee table. No questions. Understood?”
My dick throbbed, but I managed a firm, “Yes, Zeke.”
Brax, on the other hand, merely grunted.
It was then I knew that whatever this was, whatever had put him in a bad mood, wasn’t going to simply go away.
In fact, I got the feeling it was going to get worse before it got better.