CHAPTER 28
Zeke
“When you’re finished cleaning up, join me in the living room,” I instructed my fuck toys after we’d consumed one of the best meals the cowboy had cooked thus far.
He seemed to be working hard to ensure he pleased me, and I couldn’t deny he was doing a good job.
It didn’t go unnoticed, either. Hence, I had something rather pleasant in store for them this evening.
Something that would allow me to sit back and relax.
I was going to take advantage of watching them torment one another.
I flopped onto the sofa and flipped on the television. Rather than finding one of the legal dramas I enjoyed, I flipped it to porn. I mean, why not? It was meaningless, and since it would merely be a backdrop to my plan, I figured, what the hell.
I could admit, I was loosening up a bit around them. My guard wasn’t as firmly in place as it had been before. I still refused to think of them by name, but that wasn’t uncommon. I’d known the damn waitress at the diner for roughly three years, and I still thought of her as the waitress.
However, I didn’t find myself thinking about her the way I was constantly thinking about my fuck toys.
Day, night. At home, at work. It didn’t matter.
They were always on my mind. We’d settled into a routine, and I’d come to trust them enough that I allowed Tank to stay home with them when they weren’t going to be coming and going all day.
It was working for us for whatever reason.
The cowboy appeared before the pretty boy. When he went to sit down on the sofa, I stopped him with a hand.
“Don’t sit. I’ve got something for you.”
His eyes wandered around me as though he expected me to have his surprise behind my back.
“Lift up the towel,” I said, motioning toward the hand towel I had laid on the coffee table.
The cowboy raised it and revealed my most recent purchases. There on the table were two ball stretchers and a handful of small circular weights that would be added for maximum discomfort.
Emerald eyes took it all in before looking up at me.
“What’s goin’ on?” the pretty boy asked when he joined us a few seconds later.
His gaze fell to the table and a smile pulled at his lips.
“This looks like fun,” he said with a chuckle.
“It will be,” I confirmed. “For me. Now strip each other. And do it slowly. This show is all for me, and I expect you to keep that in mind from this point forward.”
“Yes, Zeke,” the pretty boy said with a certain level of enthusiasm.
He turned to the cowboy and stepped closer, his hands rising so he could slide beneath his T-shirt. He didn’t rush; simply pulled the cowboy to him before kissing him gently.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure of undressing you,” the pretty boy said.
I liked that he could pretend I wasn’t there. It heightened the voyeurism aspect for me.
The cowboy clearly wasn’t finished kissing, because he pulled the pretty boy into him and crushed their mouths together. They were a fumble of hands and lips for a minute or two, working their shirts up higher on their chests until they had to break apart to remove them.
There was something fascinating about the two of them together.
They seemed to fit well, as though they were two puzzle pieces that had been designed to go together.
The way they touched, moved, kissed. It wasn’t choreographed, but it didn’t have to be.
It worked for them and I liked that I had the opportunity to watch.
Once their shirts were removed, they were kissing again, hands fumbling as their body temperatures heated from the steady groping. Another few minutes passed before they managed to relieve each other of their jeans, both men breathing roughly.
“Now, I want you each to put the ball stretcher on the other. This one’s relatively easy. It’s in an upside-down U-shape, which will allow it to hook around the top of the scrotum.”
Neither man said anything as they each took one of the ball stretchers.
These were stainless steel rods that had been formed into a unique design.
They resembled a very skinny inverted U.
The top was curved forward so that it would hook over the ball sac and remain in place while the long rods hung behind their balls and down about five inches or so between their legs.
There was a chain that dangled from each rod, which would allow weights to be added.
“When you’re putting it on him, I want you on your knees,” I instructed.
The pretty boy dropped to the floor, his eyes wide with amusement.
“Be sure to make it pleasurable,” I told him. No reason they couldn’t enjoy the moment before the torture began.
While he hooked the ball stretcher in place, the pretty boy licked and sucked the cowboy’s cock. He was firming up quickly, growing harder from the pretty boy’s ministrations. It didn’t take long before the ball stretcher was hooked around his scrotum, and they traded places.
I reclined, enjoying the show while the cowboy returned the favor, getting the pretty boy worked up with his mouth while he hooked the rod around his balls.
“Now for the fun part.” I nodded my head toward the table.
“See those weights? Each one is eight ounces. Might not seem like a lot until you have them dragging your balls to the floor.” I grinned for effect.
“Each of you will suck the other one, and for every minute you don’t make the other one come, I will be adding another weight.
So, the objective is to make him come as fast as possible to keep from having more added. ”
I sat up and pulled out what I’d hidden beneath the cushion.
“However, to make it fair, you’ll both be handcuffed because your hands are not allowed.”
After pushing to my feet, I moved around the coffee table to where they were standing.
“Who wants to suck first? Keep in mind that person will wear the weights the entire time, even when it’s his turn for the blow job.”
They looked at each other, and the pretty boy smirked. “I’ll go first.”
I had figured he would say that. A masochist through and through.
I hooked the leather cuffs to the cowboy’s wrists and connected them behind his back, then gripped his bicep firmly. “Up on the table.”
Good thing my furniture was top-of-the-line.
The cowboy stepped up onto the coffee table. I released him so I could restrain the pretty boy.
The table height was enough that the pretty boy wouldn’t have to lean over too far to get the job done. However, it would require me to hold on to the cowboy to keep him from toppling over since his balance would be off from having his hands behind his back.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened the stopwatch app. It would allow me to watch the time easily. I set it on the table beside the cowboy’s feet.
I turned to the pretty boy. “For every minute you don’t get him off, I’ll add another weight to the chains. You will maintain that weight even when the cowboy sucks your dick.”
Both men were rock hard as they stared at one another. I figured they enjoyed the challenge. I know I certainly did.
Case (the pretty boy)
I had to admit, this was a rather creative scenario.
Wearing the ball stretcher while sucking Brax’s dick in an effort to make him come was intriguing.
I was curious to see how long Brax could hold out.
I could take my time in order to have more weight added, or I could try to push him to the finish line early.
Either way, it seemed like a win-win situation.
I briefly glanced down at the weights. There were a couple dozen. More than enough to torment us both should the other manage to hold out.
“Timer starts … now.”
Zeke hit the button on his phone, then moved to stand behind Brax while I leaned forward and slowly wrapped my lips around Brax’s cock.
I didn’t rush, wanting to tease him. I knew exactly what he liked.
How to draw out his pleasure or to push him over the edge.
We’d been together for just over two years, and during that time, I’d learned so many things about him.
All of which made me love him more with every passing second.
Brax moaned when I teased the slit with my tongue, working the sensitive head first. Without the use of my hands, I had to move quite a bit to maintain my momentum, which caused the chains on the ball stretcher to sway. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. Not by a long shot.
“One minute passed,” Zeke stated as he moved around behind me.
A second later, I felt the weight pulling the chains down. It wasn’t nearly enough, but it would have to do for another minute.
I continued tormenting Brax, sucking and licking while he moaned softly above me.
He was enjoying this as much as I was. Truth be told, this was one of my favorite things.
I could suck Brax’s dick for hours because of those soft grunts he emitted.
I loved hearing what I did to him. It spurred me on.
Several minutes passed and several more weights were added until I could no longer ignore the strain on my ball sac.
The pain was pure bliss, firing in my bloodstream, spiking my lust. While I wanted to hold back to see how much I could take, I found my pace had increased.
I was sucking furiously. Zeke stood behind Brax, holding him firmly while his big hands ran over his hips.
I was sure that was driving Brax insane.
I knew what Zeke’s touch was like. Gentle or rough, I always wanted more.
What it was about the man, I wasn’t sure, but I found myself falling for him. Not merely the Sadist either. I saw the other parts, too, and they drew me in, made me want more. I hated to think about the day this all might end. I’d come to rely on the safety and security I felt with the two of them.
“Oh, fuck,” Brax growled. “That feels so damn good.”
Inspired by his words, I sucked harder, bobbing my head faster as I took him to the back of my throat. I gagged and retreated. Over and over I worked him furiously, no longer worried about the fact my balls were damn near tearing from my body.
Zeke added another weight, and it seemed evenly distributed at this point, but I focused solely on driving Brax over the edge just because I wanted to hear him when he came.
“Shit … Case … that feels too good. You’re gonna make me come.”
“Come down his throat, cowboy,” Zeke urged. “Give him what he’s seeking.”
“Swallow my dick, Case. Give me more,” Brax pleaded.
I took him to the back of my throat and remained there, swallowing around the intrusion. I could feel him pulsing in my mouth, knew he was close.
A second later, Brax roared, hot cum spraying down my throat. I pulled back enough to drink him down before licking him clean. When I released him from my mouth and looked up into his eyes, I saw the love I’d come to expect. Despite the raunchy scene, it was still there.
He smiled down on me. “Now it’s my turn, baby. I hope you’re ready.”
Oh, I was definitely ready.
When I shifted, I felt the full effect of those damn weights dragging down my balls. I groaned but somehow managed to lift one foot up onto the table so Brax and I could trade places.
“Do you think you can come with those things weighing you down?” Zeke taunted.
“Yes, Zeke.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing it.” He placed his phone back on the table. “Time starts now.”
Brax’s mouth—hot and eager—wrapped around the head of my cock and I hissed in a breath.
Pleasure and pain assaulted me, coalescing into the perfect storm.
He worked me in the way only Brax knew how, using his teeth to scrape along my shaft.
The man knew exactly what I needed and he wasn’t gentle.
There were times he would suck me so sweetly I thought I would lose my mind.
He wasn’t doing that now, and I knew he was racing against time.
He wasn’t into pain the way I was, so he wasn’t looking forward to having the weight added to his balls.
Still, I held out even when Zeke had added four weights to Brax’s chains.
The way he moaned against me, the vibrations racing up my shaft sent wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me.
Between Brax’s mouth, Zeke’s hands, and the pleasant burn from the ball stretcher, I was in heaven.
In fact, it overwhelmed my senses, driving me closer to the edge before I was ready.
“Brax … baby … damn it. Don’t make me come.
Fuck. Don’t …” I couldn’t stop it, and the pain blinded me as my balls drew up against my body, fighting the weights.
Zeke’s hands gripped my hips firmly as I thrust my pelvis forward, driving deeper into Brax’s mouth.
“I’m coming … oh, fuck … coming. Don’t stop, Brax. ”
By the time Brax released me, my body was wrung out. A fine sheen of sweat coated my skin. That was something I would likely never forget for as long as I lived. I was so caught off guard I didn’t realize Zeke was removing the weights from both of us before unhooking the rods.
I found myself staring back at him, completely awestruck that he’d done that. Not once in the weeks we’d been here had Zeke cared for us after the fact. He’d left us to do that for each other because, unlike at the club, there was no one else to tend to us.
It took everything in me to act normal, to pretend it wasn’t a big deal. But it was. To the point I felt a strange pressure in my chest. This hard-core Sadist was handling our aftercare, and I wasn’t sure he even realized he was doing it.
“My turn, fuck toys,” he said, his gaze never landing on either one of us when he rid himself of his jeans and took a seat on the sofa. “You’re gonna both suck me off. And you better make it good.”
If Zeke wanted good, I was going to make it the best he’d ever had.