CHAPTER 25 #2
Weak, unsteady legs carried me off the bed and into the bathroom.
I cleaned myself up, refusing to look at the man in the mirror.
I didn’t want to see what was in his eyes.
The pep talk from earlier had done absolutely no good, and quite frankly, I wasn’t sure what the hell I was supposed to do about it now.
Man up, an inner voice said.
Good advice. Except that could be taken in more than one way.
The question I had was, which direction did I go? And how long before I fucked it all up?
Because that, I knew, was inevitable.
Brax (the cowboy)
Monday, October 22
My eyes flew open on Monday morning. The room was dark. The whisper of deep breathing sounded all around me. Tank was curled up beside me, his doggy snores soft and even.
I was lying in Zeke’s bed, where I had slept since I had donned the dog paraphernalia on Friday night.
My brain obviously registered that my punishment was over, which explained why I had jarred myself awake so quickly.
I was so done with this mask and these paws.
Of course, my punishment wasn’t over until Zeke removed these things from my body, and I would’ve been lying if I said I wasn’t eager for that to happen.
The damn leather head mask caused me to sweat profusely, and I desperately wanted a shower.
I cut my gaze across the semi-dark room and found the big man asleep on his back.
That was his normal position. Flat on his back, hands at his sides.
Mostly. Once or twice, Zeke’s hand had ended up on my arm or my chest when he slept.
I’d woken the first time, surprised by his touch.
I hadn’t been sure he’d meant to do it, but it was oddly settling to have him casually touching me.
Right now, though, he wasn’t touching me, and I wished that he was. It was odd to see him so peaceful, but I’d actually admired him yesterday morning for a bit before he opened his eyes and caught me looking.
Since he wasn’t moving and he wasn’t talking, I assumed he was still out, so I allowed my gaze to rake over him.
The tattoos that covered his neck, chest, and arms captivated me as they always did.
I could spend hours looking at them. While Case only had the one dragon tattoo covering his back and curling over his shoulder and onto his chest, Zeke had many.
Various things: a skull, an eight-ball, a hammer, a flower, just to name a few.
They were random yet somehow made me believe I was getting a glimpse at more of the man.
The overall design was unique. Like him.
“You’re staring at me,” his deep voice rumbled from beside me.
His eyes were still closed, so I smiled to myself.
I had hated every second of being his pet, but now that it was over, I couldn’t find it in me to hold it against him.
I only hoped we would be taking a step forward and not back.
I had taken my punishment like a man, following every order and not trying to get away with anything.
I figured that was the only way to please him, so I had obeyed.
Zeke yawned, then stretched before his eyes opened, and he turned his head toward me. “Time for a shower, cowboy. You, me, and the pretty boy.”
My heart hammered in my chest. Having watched the two of them in the shower last night, I had dreamed about being part of it. Zeke inviting me to join them, his hands, his mouth, all doing wicked things to me while we cleaned up.
“Yes, Zeke,” I said, my voice rough from disuse. “I’ll turn the water on.”
He nodded before sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.
Wanting to be there before him, I scrambled off the bed. My knees ached from having spent two days on them, but I ignored the pain. I was upright now, and that was all that mattered.
Zeke joined me a minute later, finally removing the various pieces of the costume from my body. The relief was instant, not having the leather mask over my head or the gloves on my hands. The only thing that remained was my collar, which, oddly enough, wasn’t part of the costume.
“Brush your teeth,” Zeke instructed before he carried the stuff out of the bathroom.
I hurried to the second sink, which Case and I had been using when Zeke allowed us into this bathroom.
I quickly went to work, the minty toothpaste like ambrosia.
Not only had I not been allowed to shower, I hadn’t been allowed to brush my teeth, either.
I remembered those weekends when I was a kid.
Attempting to get away with not bathing or brushing my teeth because it was a pain in the ass, and the only thing I wanted to do was play.
I was no longer that kid. Hygiene was important, and I was salivating at the thought of a shower.
Once my teeth were shiny and clean, I made a beeline for the toilet and took a piss. I sighed in relief. Peeing outside might’ve been an interesting thing to do when I was a kid, but it damn sure wasn’t something I enjoyed now.
When I came out of the toilet room, I found Case and Zeke already in the shower. Zeke was washing up while Case stood there. I could tell he was still half-asleep, probably wishing like hell he could curl up for a little while longer. My man certainly wasn’t a morning person.
Both sets of eyes shifted to me, and a strange sense of anticipation filled me.
Without hesitation, I joined them, my skin warming as the water from the various jets hit different parts of my body. I moaned in response. I wasn’t sure a shower had ever felt this good before.
“Over here, cowboy.” Zeke crooked a finger, motioning me toward him.
I padded over, feeling every inch of the difference in our sizes. He was a big man. Huge. Although I wasn’t small, compared to these two, I was. Oddly enough, I liked that about them. They made me feel protected in a way I didn’t expect.
Zeke used a spinning motion with his hand to tell me to turn around, so I did. Once my back was to him, Zeke pulled me in close until his chest was against my spine, his big arms wrapping around me, holding me against him.
“Clean the cowboy,” he instructed Case.
The smile that curled Case’s lip was wicked and mischievous.
The way he moved toward me was pure sex.
He poured soap into his hands, then proceeded to wash me from neck to toe, rough hands scraping over every inch.
His movements were as sensual as the gleam in his eyes.
I found myself leaning into Zeke, enjoying the warmth of them, the way they were giving me every ounce of their attention.
The soap was rinsed away as soon as Case rubbed it over me, causing him to do it again and again. He was working me up, making me hyperaware of how close they both were.
Big hands fisted my cock, and I looked down to see that Zeke was the one jerking me off. Slow, steady. I watched his hand as it stroked the length of me, soft grunts sounding in my chest. I prayed I wasn’t still dreaming.
“Feed him your cock, cowboy,” Zeke mumbled in my ear, his breath warm, his words raspy.
Case dropped to his knees instantly, his bright eyes locked on my face as I guided my cock toward his mouth. I hissed in a breath when he wrapped those succulent lips around the swollen head. I felt as though it had been a lifetime since anyone had touched me. Every movement had my skin sparking.
Zeke began nipping my neck while Case swallowed my dick. They were overwhelming me with sensation, and I never wanted it to end. I needed this. Needed both of them to focus only on me. My balls were heavy, my cock hypersensitive.
“Do you want to come in his ass or his mouth?” Zeke whispered, his hand winding around my neck, holding my head back as he nipped my earlobe.
“His mouth,” I said on a rush of air. I was dizzy with lust, my entire body succumbing to the brutal pleasure. “I wanna come down his throat.”
Zeke’s lips disappeared from my skin, but only for a brief moment as he instructed Case to make me come. Once his words were out, Zeke turned my head as he leaned around and pressed his mouth to mine. I shifted slightly to allow him a better angle as he thrust his tongue inside.
A deep, ragged moan escaped me as Case devoured my cock and Zeke tongue-fucked my mouth in the sweetest, most devastating way.
Without thinking, I wrapped one arm behind Zeke’s head, holding him to me.
He stiffened momentarily but then unleashed on me.
The kiss went nuclear, my body trembling as my orgasm neared.
Case wasn’t gentle. He sucked me hard, his hand roughly kneading my balls until the pleasure was too much.
I cried out as my cock jerked in Case’s mouth.
Zeke’s lips released mine, but he didn’t turn away.
Our eyes met, and I saw a hunger there. Something dark and promising.
I wasn’t sure what had spurred this, but I didn’t want to question it.
It wasn’t much different than what I’d witnessed last night between Zeke and Case. And now they were including me.
They brought me down gently, allowing me to regain my senses as I stood beneath the hot water. Case was back on his feet, his mouth melding with mine. I could still hear Zeke breathing against my ear, and a tremor raced through me. I’d never experienced anything like this in my life.
And I prayed like hell I got the chance to experience it again. Soon.