CHAPTER 21 #2
I was getting used to the sensation of my hand when I felt something cold land on my dick. I hissed when the lube coated my skin. At least he’d given me that. I figured after two hours of stroking myself, I would have friction burn at the very least.
I had no choice but to block out everything since I couldn’t see. I allowed my mind to drift, pretending my hand was Case’s. He was stroking me roughly, just the way I liked it. My breaths increased, pure bliss coiling inside me. I would be ready when—
The chime sounded, and I felt a sudden sense of panic.
Seconds felt like hours, and the familiar jerk of my hand became foreign, as though I hadn’t spent a large portion of my life getting myself off.
I tried to block out my thoughts, working myself into a frenzy.
I thought about Zeke and Case, the way they looked when Zeke was fucking him.
How their giant bodies came together, Zeke’s dick inching deep inside Case’s ass.
I came in a rush, my lungs expanding and contracting, matching the rapid pace of my heart.
“Very good, cowboy,” Zeke said, his tone full of approval. “Your two hours start now. Remember, you’ll have fifteen minutes. You are not allowed to come until you hear the chime.”
I nodded, although I wasn’t sure whether he was looking at me or not.
“Come on, pretty boy. Let’s eat. Oh, one more thing.”
I heard footsteps, but I wasn’t sure who it was or where they were going.
A second later, the television came on. It sounded like the nightly news, but that stopped a moment later.
The next thing I heard was moaning and groaning.
I smiled to myself. He’d turned on porn.
A man’s voice sounded. He was giving instructions.
His tone was rough, angry almost. He was ordering his charge to open wider, to take his cock.
I hadn’t anticipated this. The sounds alone were making my dick hard once more. I was hoping to take advantage of some of the downtime. Fifteen minutes would be plenty of time to recover. Except now I had the insane urge to stroke my dick.
The clink of silverware on glass sounded from across the room, and the glorious aroma of prime rib wafted through the air. I took that to mean Zeke and Case were eating. I heard the soft rumble of voices, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying because the television was turned up loud.
I allowed my attention to stray back to the television. At least that would keep my libido from drying up right away.
I worked myself slowly with my left hand.
I couldn’t use my right because of the vampire glove that covered it.
I tested out the feel on my thigh. All those little tacks that poked out along the fingers and thumb definitely turned me off the idea of trying.
Obviously, Zeke’s intention. When it came to jacking off, I was ambidextrous.
Neither hand saw more action than the other.
However, I did usually alternate. Since that wasn’t an option, I could only hope my arm wouldn’t tire before this was all over.
More moaning came from the television. A few rough commands, the man speaking about eating his partner’s ass.
My insides started to coil tightly, and I fought it.
I couldn’t come until the chime sounded, and at this point, I had no idea when that would be.
I probably should’ve started counting down so I could predict it.
Unfortunately, there were too many distractions.
Taking deep, cleansing breaths, I relaxed against the cushions, the rubber-backed blanket squeaking against the leather when I shifted.
I stroked myself leisurely, imagining I was sitting here watching Zeke and Case share a meal.
The sounds from the television intensified.
Grunts and groans, pleasure being sought.
The next thing I knew, the chime sounded and I raced against time to get myself off.
Once again, I thought about Zeke and Case, imagining Case on his knees, taking Zeke’s big dick in his mouth.
The way the two of them looked, all those tattoos on their sweat-drenched skin.
The intensity in Zeke’s black gaze as he stared at Case, willing him to get him off.
Several more strokes and I came, warmth splattering on my stomach.
This time, no one said anything. I started to wonder if I hadn’t come in time. Was that more than a minute? Was I already doomed? Was Zeke prepping my dog costume while I sat here and caught my breath?
I couldn’t ask because of the gag, so I had to assume I was safe. That was the only way I would be able to continue.
Admittedly, this was a mind fuck like no other.
I’d mistakenly thought this would be a simple task.
I could come without even touching my dick, so using my hand was easy, right?
It was as normal to me as breathing, something I’d been doing since I was a lusty teenager who didn’t understand his own body.
I teased myself from time to time, cupping my balls, then swiping over the sensitive head of my dick, once again wondering why I hadn’t started counting when I was finished. Had it been two minutes? Ten? Would that damn chime sound any second now? Could I come again if it did?
The sounds from the television were still assaulting me. Only now the man was verbally humiliating his partner. It was evident they were fucking at this point, and it sounded brutal. That helped to amp me up.
But should I be ready to shoot again? Or did I still have time? I didn’t want to get too close before it was allowed.
As I was thinking, a sensation erupted in my ass.
I’d almost forgotten about that damn prostate massager.
Right up until it began vibrating against that sensitive spot inside me that had my spine tingling, a glorious electric sensation causing the hair on my arms to stand on end.
It was pleasure and pain morphing into bliss.
I moaned, caught completely off guard by the pure pleasure it ignited.
I gripped my dick, squeezing firmly. I couldn’t come until the chime sounded.
I figured that wasn’t going to happen because this would be just another way for Zeke to torture me.
To send me closer to the edge when it wasn’t allowed.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck!