CHAPTER 18 #2
I stepped in closer and curled my hand around his jaw. This time, I didn’t squeeze; I merely kept his attention where it belonged. On me.
“That can be arranged. Would you like me to set this up so you can spend your evenings bent over with this toy drilling into your asshole? You can sit there and take it while I fuck your boyfriend. I can own him like the bitch he is, and you can take all the pleasure from a machine.”
“No, Zeke.”
“What? You’re jealous that I’m fucking your boyfriend? Is that it? You don’t like the idea that he gets off on it? Do you think I give him more attention than I give you?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
I let that sink in. I considered all the times we’d played for the past few days. It was possible I’d given the pretty boy more attention. It certainly wasn’t intentional, but part of me knew the pretty boy could handle anything I gave him. I had to rein myself in with the cowboy.
“He needs me,” I told him. “He needs what only I can give him. That’s why you’re here, right? So I can give you both what you can’t give each other?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“Do you think he wants me more than he wants you?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
I took a small step back because the conviction in his tone caught me off guard. The cowboy was serious, and that was the problem.
He honestly believed the pretty boy wanted me more than he wanted him.
Case (the pretty boy)
After spending the better part of the morning with Trent, I had finally finished up and hurried back to Zeke’s so I could be with Brax when the movers arrived.
He had mentioned wanting to get a few things—clothes, cologne, personal shit we’d packed rather than carried with us—before we locked it all up.
When I walked into the house, I noticed Tank on the sofa. He lifted his head enough to acknowledge me, but he didn’t move. Clearly I wasn’t a threat.
There on the kitchen table was Zeke’s laptop, but he was nowhere in sight. Since Zeke’s truck was out front, I knew he was still here. And since I had taken Brax’s car, he would’ve had no way to leave, so I assumed he was around, also.
“Where’d they go, boy?” I asked Tank, knowing he wouldn’t respond.
I paused by the stairs to listen for noises coming from upstairs or down. I heard a muffled grunt, so I moved over to the basement stairs. When it sounded again, I knew I’d found them.
I started down the stairs, and the sounds grew louder.
Voices could be heard along with a strange whirring sound.
I took one step at a time, moving slower, smiling at the idea of watching them scene together.
I did enjoy watching Zeke torment him. Especially those times when he forced Brax to come on command.
Of course, last night had been weird. Like a battle of wits between Brax and Zeke, and I’d been caught in the middle. Not that I’d necessarily minded, but it had been rather awkward for Brax to be forced to watch Zeke fuck me.
I stopped on the stairs when Zeke’s voice echoed from below.
“What? You’re jealous that I’m fucking your boyfriend? Is that it? You don’t like the idea that he gets off on it? Do you think I give him more attention than I give you?”
“Yes, Zeke,” Brax replied.
“He needs me,” Zeke stated. “He needs what only I can give him. That’s why you’re here, right? So I can give you both what you can’t give each other?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“Do you think he wants me more than he wants you?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
My legs turned rubbery beneath me when I heard the torment in Brax’s voice. He was serious. Zeke might’ve been taunting him, but Brax was speaking the truth. He wasn’t playing a role; he wasn’t trying to push Zeke to give him what he needed. Brax honestly believed that I wanted Zeke more than him.
How could that be possible?
How could he doubt my love for him?
For the past three nights, I had curled up to sleep with Brax in my arms. I hadn’t cared about the fucking torture device on my dick or the fact that we were being treated like animals, forced to sleep in a cage beneath Zeke’s bed.
I would take that any day over having to sleep separately from Brax.
And he thought I wanted Zeke more?
“What do you think he’d say right now if he came home to find you hooked up to that machine? That dildo penetrating your ass? Do you think he’d be jealous?”
“No, Zeke.”
“Do you want him to be jealous, cowboy? Do you want the pretty boy to see you like this, to know you willingly crawled up on that table like a dog, let me strap you down so I could impale you with a fucking machine?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
There was a long pause, and I couldn’t stay still any longer.
I continued down the steps until I was in the basement with them.
There was Brax, shackled to a table while a dildo hooked to a rod fucked into his ass.
Zeke stood in front of him, far enough away that they could continue to make eye contact.
“What do you think would make him jealous, cowboy? What would make him hurt the way you’re hurting?”
“I don’t know, Zeke.”
“Do you want him to hurt?”
“Yes. No!” Brax moaned. “No. I don’t wanna hurt him.”
“But you do. That’s why you’ve been pouting. Because he’s giving me what you want him to give you. Yet you’re still here. Shackled in my basement while that machine drills your ass. Now tell me, what would make him hurt the way you’re hurting?”
“I don’t know!” Brax yelled.
“I do,” I said, making my presence known.
To my shock, Zeke didn’t move. He didn’t look over at me.
I stepped closer until I could see Brax’s face. His eyes shot to me, and I could see everything he was thinking. Anger, confusion, doubt. It was all there. My heart slammed against my ribs.
“Tell me, cowboy. What will make him jealous?”
“I don’t know. I honestly don’t know.”
“He said he knows,” Zeke stated firmly. “Now I want to hear you say it.”
“Nothing,” Brax ground out. “Nothing will make him jealous. He needs us both equally.”
“You think that’s it?” Zeke taunted.
“Yes, Zeke.”
“You think he needs me to hurt him as much as he needs the cuddling and kisses you shower him with?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
Zeke’s head turned, and those black eyes pinned me in place. Something dark lurked there, and I suddenly felt a chill in the air. I’d never seen him like that. I wasn’t sure I wanted to see him like that again.
His attention shifted back to Brax, and he stepped forward, closing the distance between them. When Zeke’s lips brushed Brax’s, I swallowed so hard I wondered if my heart had shot up into my mouth and then back down.
That … that wasn’t part of the deal, was it? Zeke hadn’t kissed either one of us up to this point. I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t thought about that before.
Zeke’s head tilted, and he deepened the kiss. I could see the way their tongues slid together. It was erotic and dangerous for my sanity. My heart lurched, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I was drawn to the way their mouths moved together in such an intimate way.
“I think that worked,” Zeke said, drawing me out of my stupor.
“Look at him, cowboy. He doesn’t know what to think about that.
He’s the only one who’s supposed to be kissing you.
Not me. Not the big, bad wolf. I’m only allowed to use your body, to fuck your ass and your throat.
To shove my dick inside you. Kissing’s too intimate; it means more than anything else. ”
Zeke stood tall and stared into Brax’s eyes. He was practically vibrating with barely restrained rage.
“And that’s all bullshit, cowboy!” he snapped. “Kissing means nothing. It’s merely fuel for the fire, but it does seem to get your boyfriend amped up. He doesn’t like me kissing you. Now tell me, do you want that fake dick to move faster?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“Beg for it.”
Brax’s lips clamped shut, and I held my breath, waiting.
“If you don’t beg, I’ll stop the machine while that toy’s lodged in your ass. You want that? To be stuck there impaled on that fake dick?”
Again, Brax didn’t respond; his eyes narrowed, his anger apparent.
“Beg me, fuck toy!” Zeke commanded, his voice deeper than before. “Fucking beg.”
When the toy inched forward again, Brax moaned, the strain on his face lessening.
“Please,” he groaned.
“Not enough, fuck toy. I said beg!”
“Shit!” Brax cried out, his body jerking within the restraints. “Please, Zeke. Fuck! I need more.”
“Tell me,” Zeke barked.
“Oh, fuck…” Brax moaned. “More. Please. More.”
“You want that fake dick to drill you harder?’
“Yes. Please.”
“Faster?” Zeke asked.
“Yes. Please, Zeke. Give me more.”
Christ. Just hearing Brax’s tortured pleas drove me damn near insane.
Almost as much as watching Zeke kiss him, acting as though it didn’t mean anything.
It meant a hell of a lot more for me, that was for sure.
I could get lost in Brax’s kiss for hours.
In fact, we’d done that before. Making out like teenagers on the couch on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Kissing, groping, fondling. I’d almost say I enjoyed those moments more than any other.
“Harder!” Brax cried out. “I need more.”
Zeke moved around to the machine. He picked up the lube and squirted it on the toy, coating it liberally as it retreated from Brax’s ass.
When he stepped back, the machine sped up, pushing into Brax and retreating over and over.
He was impaled on that damn thing, unable to move from the restraints.
His hands were balled into fists, his teeth grinding together as he moaned and groaned, begging Zeke to give him more.
I watched in awe, loving the way Brax gave himself over to it, hating that I needed this.
Suddenly, the machine slowed, and Brax groaned.
“Tell me, cowboy. Tell me you won’t let your petty jealousy fuck this up.
Tell me you understand I’m not here as your lover or his.
I’m using you both. Taking what I want when I want it.
How I want it. It means nothing to me. When it’s over, you and the pretty boy can go back to playing house all day long.
I have no interest in that. Tell me you understand that. ”
“I understand, Zeke. I’m your fuck toy. That’s all.”
The machine picked up speed again, this time drilling into Brax again and again.
“May I come, Zeke?” He growled low in his throat. “Please let me come.”
“Yes.”
A few seconds later, a few more solid thrusts from that machine and Brax was crying out as his cock jerked. He came on a low growl, his eyes rolling back in his head.
I stood there motionless, my breaths coming in almost as rapidly as Brax’s.
Zeke turned to face me, his eyes cold, his expression masked.
“He’s your responsibility,” he bit out before heading to the stairs. He tossed a key my way. “Get him off that thing, and the two of you can go meet the movers.”
He didn’t wait for a response before he jogged up the stairs.
Out of sight, out of mind.
At least for him.