CHAPTER 18
Zeke
I spent the entire next morning trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with the cowboy.
He’d had a bug up his ass ever since Tuesday morning when I ventured down for breakfast after my workout and shower.
I wasn’t sure what was bothering him, but he was standoffish, as though keeping me at arm’s length.
Then again, he seemed to be doing the same to his boyfriend.
Last night, after I had fucked the pretty boy right in front of the cowboy, I half expected him to break. However, he hadn’t.
So, I had followed him upstairs, allowed him to take a piss while I watched, then I put his cage on him and forced him to remain naked while we went back downstairs.
We ate dinner, and I had the cowboy clean up, although the pretty boy was usually the one to pitch in.
He joined us in the living room when he was finished, and when we were watching television, the cowboy had put some space between himself and the pretty boy. That wasn’t normal from what I’d seen.
Rather than go into the office this morning, I opted to work from home.
Case mentioned he was scheduled to meet with Trent for one of his workout sessions, so I figured I could keep the cowboy company while he waited for their things to be delivered.
Since they were currently residing with me, they had decided to put most of their belongings in storage.
It made the most sense until they figured out where they would be living whenever this thing between us was finished.
I had briefly considered outlining a plan for them. Adding an end date so they had something to work toward. That thought was fleeting. I liked the idea of them not knowing. Wondering if perhaps today would be the day I would kick them out on their asses.
As with every sexual encounter I’d had with a submissive, I knew this would be ending.
If the cowboy had his way, probably sooner rather than later.
But I was expecting it, waiting for him to come to me and let me know he was giving back the collar because he was through.
No matter how much I was enjoying having them here, I knew it was inevitable.
I was sitting at the kitchen table with my laptop when I heard footsteps behind me. A few seconds passed, but the cowboy kept his mouth shut. If he were waiting for me to greet him, he would be waiting a damn long time.
Finally, he cleared his throat and began speaking to my back. “The movers said they’d meet me at the storage unit in an hour.”
I pivoted in my chair to face him, curious as to what he wanted me to do with that information. When he wasn’t forthcoming, I cocked an eyebrow and waited patiently.
His eyes went everywhere except mine when he finally spoke. “I just thought you wanted to know.”
“I do want to know,” I assured him, taking in his body language.
His arms were crossed over his chest, his hip slightly cocked as though what he was saying didn’t mean a damn thing to him or me. His gaze darted my way briefly, but when he noticed me watching him, his eyes shifted again.
“Okay, then.” He dropped his hands with a huff. “I guess I’ll just go on up there and wait. Not sure when I’ll be—”
“The pretty boy has your car,” I told him unnecessarily.
“I know. I … I wanted to see if I could borrow your truck.”
“No.” I didn’t see any reason for him to sit in my truck and wait for the damn movers. The place was five minutes from my house. It was obvious he was trying to get away from me, and I wanted to know why.
His forehead creased, and those emerald eyes finally settled firmly on my face, defiance glittering back at me. “No?”
“Did I stutter?”
“No. It’s just … I was thinking … I figured I could…”
I pushed to my feet. “Don’t think.”
The cowboy’s eyes followed my movement, his arms shifting in closer to his body. If he was trying to pretend not to be pissed off, he was doing a shitty job.
I nodded toward the basement stairs. “Follow me.”
I was surprised he didn’t ask me why. He wasn’t nearly as obedient as he’d been a couple of days ago.
I marched down the stairs with him close at my heels.
“Strip and go stand by the wall.”
“Uh … Zeke … I need to meet the movers.”
Stopping in my tracks, I didn’t turn to look at him. “Are you arguing with me, cowboy?”
“No, Zeke. It’s just—”
I held up a hand to cut him off. When he stopped, I pointed to the wall. “Now.”
It was time to address this situation. The man obviously had something on his mind, and if it meant torturing the information out of him, so be it. I certainly didn’t mind. In fact, it was right up my alley.
I unlocked the closet so I could find one particular toy I’d been looking forward to trying out. It was rather brutal, but I figured the cowboy could handle it. Once I’d gathered all the parts, I carried the heavy items out to where the cowboy was currently waiting for me.
I set everything down on the vinyl-padded table in the corner, then began connecting the pieces until there was no mystery left regarding what it was for. Well, no mystery for me.
The contraption was rather large. Probably four feet in length, but sturdy on the six-foot table.
“Over here,” I instructed the cowboy. “Do you know what this is?”
“No, Zeke. I haven’t got a clue.”
“It’s a stockade.” I motioned toward the front.
“These two circles will restrain your wrists. This one your head.” I patted the middle pad.
“Your chest rests here since you’ll be on your elbows and knees.
Your ankles will be secured here, and then this”—I pulled a thick black dildo out of the protective bag—“will attach to this part, converting it into a machine that’s going to fuck your ass for as long as I want it to. ”
His eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything. I knew what he was thinking. He was trying to determine if that dildo would actually fit in his ass. If my cock fit, this certainly would. But it wouldn’t necessarily be comfortable.
“Get on up here.”
The cowboy stepped closer, and I gave him a hand when he crawled up on the table. It only took a couple of minutes to get him in position, then I went to work fixing everything around him so he was safely restrained.
“There’s nowhere for you to go from this point,” I told him once all the shackles were in place. “Which will help once this thing gets going.”
I lubed the dildo and secured it on the rod, then lined it up with the cowboy’s ass. He jerked when the cool gel lubed his asshole.
“Are you excited?” I asked, keeping my tone snide. “Because I am. I figure this’ll do nicely as an attitude adjustment.”
“Attitude adjustment?” he sounded skeptical.
“It appears we’ve got a problem,” I told him. “You clearly have something on your mind. Since I don’t tolerate bratty, sulking fuck toys, I’m gonna take care of that.”
Once the dildo was where it was supposed to be, I grabbed the remote and hit the button. It was on its lowest setting, which was just enough to have the dildo inching forward ever so slowly, working its way into his ass.
The cowboy grunted as it breached the tight ring of muscles. Satisfied with the setup, I walked back around to stand in front of him. Since he was on the table, he was high enough to look me in the face without having to strain his neck too much.
“Now tell me, cowboy. What’s the problem?”
He gritted his teeth as the toy fucked its way into him. “No problem, Zeke.”
I stepped forward and grabbed his jaw, getting right up in his face. My patience was on the verge of snapping, and his dishonesty had it hanging precariously in the balance.
I squeezed his jaw. “If you think this is punishment, you don’t have a fucking clue who I am. Lie to me one more time, and I swear to you I’ll break you so fast you won’t have a chance to think of a safe word, much less utter it. Understand?”
His eyes locked with mine, daggers shooting out of them. He was seething when he responded with, “Yes, Zeke.”
Taking a deep breath, I released him and stepped back. The machine was doing its job, pulling out and pushing in. It was a steady rhythm that would have him wanting more, but only I had the power to give that to him.
“You’ve been pouting for two days. What’s the problem?”
His expression gave him away. He was pissed. Whatever had happened had angered him, and he’d been walking around with it bottled up inside.
“I heard you and Case,” he said, his words clipped as the dildo pushed into him.
“Heard us?”
“Yes. The other morning. In your bedroom. You were fucking him.”
I’d fucked the pretty boy plenty of times, but only once in my bedroom. “And…?”
“You asked him who owned him. He said you did.”
“And you have a problem with that because…?”
His lips formed a hard line, but he didn’t look away. “It bothered me that he said it.”
“Feeling left out?” I taunted, smiling ferociously.
“Yes, Zeke.” He grunted when the dildo penetrated him again.
I stepped closer, staring right into his eyes. “What is it you want from me, cowboy?”
“Everything, Zeke.”
I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that.
“Everything?”
He tried to nod, but the metal ring around his neck made it impossible. “Yes, Zeke.”
“Define everything.” This was what I needed to know.
While I had the pretty boy pegged, I hadn’t quite figured out what fed the cowboy’s true desires.
He claimed to be a masochist, and in many ways, I saw the signs.
He didn’t mind having his ass spanked, and the rough sex made his eyes glaze over.
However, he wasn’t into pain the way the pretty boy was.
He took it when it was delivered, but the humiliation seemed to be what got him off. I wanted to hear him admit it.
“I get the feeling you don’t have a clue what you need.” I kept my tone cool, aloof.
“Not true.” The dildo pushed in again, and he breathed through it.
“Is your dick hard?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“Do you get off having a machine fucking your ass?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
And there it was. The truth was in his eyes. He needed the humiliation.