CHAPTER 21
Zeke
The last thing I expected to find when I came home was a naked masochist kneeling in my entryway. I wanted to be angry at him for fucking this all up, but I had to respect his ability to own up to it. I hadn’t gone easy on him yesterday, even less last night when I dismissed them both.
In my defense, I had needed time to stew in my own frustration.
I had gotten nothing out of that scene. It was one of the rare times I’d been intent on punishing.
That wasn’t the man I was. I didn’t do things because I was pissed.
Those who said I did were ignorant. They knew nothing about me.
And I liked it that way. It allowed me to keep my distance.
That way I could pick and choose who I wanted to play with, and when they always expected the worst, they would never be disappointed.
However, I had no idea what the cowboy expected from me.
Did he think I gave a shit that he’d pouted and sulked, jealous of something that wasn’t even there?
Because I didn’t. He already had a relationship with the pretty boy.
He didn’t need that from me. I was the instrument they were using to live out the fantasy.
In the grand scheme of things, I was nothing. More importantly, I was temporary.
“Get up, fuck toy,” I demanded.
Brax slowly got to his feet, but he didn’t lift his head.
“What do you want from me?” I asked, glowering at him, my anger morphing into something potent.
“I deserve your punishment, Zeke,” he said softly.
“Punishment?” I barked a laugh. The cowboy was off his meds. No one in their right mind would ask me for punishment. The pain was for fun. It fueled the flames that lived within us all. Punishment at my hand was a world unlike anything they’d ever experienced before.
“Yes, Zeke,” he confirmed.
“Do you even know what you’re asking for?”
The cowboy’s eyes lifted to mine for the first time since I walked in the door.
“No, Zeke. But I still deserve it.”
I hated that I saw the truth in his eyes.
The emerald depths glittered with honesty.
He truly believed he wanted my punishment, and it struck a chord deep down.
I fought it back, refusing to give in to that niggling feeling.
The one that had me wanting more, wanting to explore this to see if it could possibly be real.
I knew better. It wasn’t real. And I wasn’t stupid.
“You understand my punishment is its own brand of hell? I’m not gonna play with your little dick or beat on you until you come. That’s not how it works. I reward good behavior. That’s the only time I’ll touch you.”
“I understand, Zeke.”
Although I didn’t understand it, the cowboy seemed sincere. He was willing to take my punishment in an effort to make amends for his stupidity.
Tucking my finger beneath his chin, I forced his eyes to remain on me. “Do you understand I will not go easy on you?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“You will likely hate me when this is over,” I informed him.
“I won’t hate you, Zeke.”
Oh, he would. He would wish he’d never laid eyes on me.
“Is dinner ready?” I asked because the delicious aroma filling the house was making my stomach rumble.
“Yes, Zeke. It’s warming in the oven.”
I turned my gaze to the pretty boy. “Set the table. For two.”
The pretty boy shot a confused look my way, but he quickly nodded. “Yes, Zeke.”
“You, cowboy, I want you to kneel by the sofa. Do not move until I return.”
“Yes, Zeke.”
While the cowboy traipsed over to his new spot, I headed up the stairs to change clothes. Gone was the starchy shirt and slacks. In their place, a pair of comfortable jeans. No shirt was necessary. As it was, I would be naked later, too.
I was now fueled by something else. Desire and lust had stopped flowing in my blood. In their place, a menacing cold, a darkness that was as foreign to me as having two masochists living in my house. I embraced it, allowing it to consume me. If the cowboy wanted punishment, I would give it to him.
Before heading back downstairs, I went into the hall closet and retrieved one of the rubber-backed blankets I used for those times when things would get messy.
I returned to find the cowboy still kneeling by the sofa, and the pretty boy was standing near the table, clearly waiting to sit down until I joined him.
“I need you over here, pretty boy.”
He walked over and I handed him the blanket. “Put this over the sofa. Ensure it covers as much space as possible.”
While he did that, I headed down to the basement.
To pull this off, I needed a few things from my stash.
I gathered the spreader bar, a ball gag/blindfold harness, a feather tickler, a single vampire glove, a bottle of toy cleaner, and the ever-desirable prostate massager.
Oh, and lube. I would definitely need that.
When I returned to the living room carrying my loot, I saw the cowboy still kneeling exactly as he was supposed to.
I motioned the pretty boy back over with the crook of a finger. I passed off the prostate massager, the one the cowboy had used previously, along with the bottle of lubricant and spray cleaner.
“It’s been cleaned, but use this to clean it again, then lube it up and put it in his ass,” I instructed.
“Yes, Zeke.” He turned to the cowboy. “You’ll need to lean over, put your ass in the air.”
The cowboy followed instruction, putting his head and chest down on the floor, his ass open and eager for what was coming next.
Yeah, my dick stirred. So what? I found it hot that the cowboy was so willing, even if he had no fucking clue what he was in for. Didn’t mean I was going to do anything about it.
The pretty boy went to work opening the toy and prepping it for the cowboy’s rectum while I set everything else on the table.
It took roughly ten minutes to get everything ready.
The cowboy had the prostate massager in his ass while he sat on the sofa.
The spreader bar kept his legs open. The vampire glove was covering his right hand—his dominant hand.
I held the blindfold that would cover his eyes, which was connected to the ball gag that would rest between his lips.
While he wouldn’t be able to see or speak once we got started, he would be able to hear, which was all I needed.
“In about five minutes, you’re going to hear a chime,” I explained to the cowboy, ensuring he was paying close attention.
“When it sounds, you have one minute to come. Which means you’ll be jacking yourself off.
From that point, the chime will sound every fifteen minutes.
Again, when you hear it, you have one minute to come.
“You are not permitted to come before the chime. Your punishment begins after you come the first time and will continue for two hours, which means you’ll come a total of nine times.
Should you come before you’re allowed, or should you not come within the allotted minute, you will spend the entire weekend as a dog.
That means you’ll be wearing a mask, paws, a tail, a leash, and you’ll be on all fours just like a dog.
Other than those items, you will be naked.
“And this goes for wherever we are, and I assure you, I will take you out in public. Like Tank, you’ll piss and shit outside, and you will not bathe.
You’ll sleep in a kennel by yourself, and your food and water will be given to you in a bowl on the floor.
And you won’t be able to speak a single word. Dogs don’t talk.”
The cowboy’s dark green eyes were wide with genuine fear. He knew I was serious.
And I suspected he also knew that coming four times an hour wasn’t going to be nearly as easy as one would think.
Brax (the cowboy)
Fuck.
When I decided to request Zeke’s punishment, I obviously hadn’t considered how sadistic the man truly was. While my brain and my body were willing, I knew it was going to become difficult the more time that passed.
“Do you understand?” Zeke asked.
“Yes, Zeke.”
“Explain it back to me.”
“When the chime sounds, I have one minute to come. This will last for two hours after the first time I come. If I do not meet the requirements, I will spend the entire weekend as a dog.”
That was the part that scared me the most. Having to crawl around on all fours was one thing, but having to piss and shit outside and to eat from a bowl on the floor, not being allowed to bathe… That was a horrifying notion.
Part of me wished I’d listened to Case and headed back to the apartment, leaving Zeke in the past. However, I knew I couldn’t do that.
I had to see this through, and quite frankly, this punishment would be a good incentive to not fail him again.
That didn’t mean I wouldn’t do everything in my power to avoid it.
I had one chance, and I couldn’t blow it.
Zeke skirted the coffee table, then leaned over and placed the harness over my face. The blindfold covered my eyes, blocking out all the light. The ball gag filled my mouth, making it impossible to speak.
“At no time will you be left alone,” Zeke said as he connected the buckle at the back of my head. “Your only responsibility is to do as you’ve been instructed.”
I mumbled my affirmation around the gag.
“I suggest you start stroking, cowboy. You’ve got less than a minute before that chime goes off.”
Fuck.
I gripped my dick with my left hand, stroking firmly.
I was already hard, so it wouldn’t take much to get me off the first time.
Simply being in the same room with Case and Zeke did it for me.
Not to mention, I’d been so worked up from Zeke fucking Case on the kitchen table last night.
I probably could’ve relieved my tension today, but I hadn’t.
So, here I was, sitting on the sofa, naked while they were both dressed, blindfolded while they watched, and gagged while they could speak freely. It left me with a heightened sense of vulnerability. Oddly enough, I liked it.