CHAPTER 38
Zeke
I did like a good mind fuck. Proven by the way I’d set up tonight’s scene. My fuck toys seemed quite baffled about making a selection for themselves, and in a minute, I was going to take that option away.
Granted, they didn’t know that yet.
I kept my eye on the cowboy because I knew he was trying to figure out what was beneath the blankets. Little did he know, but two of them didn’t have anything beneath them but a large empty box. Like I’d said. Mind fuck.
I had purposely picked items they could associate with. The ones I’d used on them specifically.
“All right,” I finally said after another couple of minutes. “Let’s change it up a bit.”
I grabbed the cowboy’s shoulders and shifted him over so that he stood behind the pretty boy. I then did the same with the pretty boy until they’d traded places.
“To make it easier, I want you to pick out the one you’d like to be used on the other. You have one minute to decide.”
The cowboy huffed as though this was the hardest thing in the world to do. It was easy. I already knew which ones they would pick. It was the exact same one they would’ve picked had they selected for themselves.
And yes, perhaps my ego was driving this little excursion.
I knew what my toys liked, and I knew what they would select.
In the same regard, they knew each other well.
It was why things were working so well for us.
We had come into our own over the past month and a half since we met. There was no other way to explain it.
“Five seconds left,” I warned.
“Number two,” the pretty boy blurted.
I glanced over at the silicone paddle. “Nice choice. I think it’s perfect.”
“Number three,” the cowboy stated.
“That was an easy one,” I told him. The cane would’ve definitely been the pretty boy’s first choice. “Now go remove the blanket from beneath the item that was chosen for you.”
They switched places again and walked over to their selected item.
I watched them both, waiting to see their reaction when they lifted up the blankets to reveal the hidden item beneath.
The cowboy dropped down on one knee and slowly lifted the box he’d uncovered as though a snake might jump out and bite him. He frowned when he picked up the two silver keys that were lying underneath. I turned my attention to the pretty boy as he was lifting up a single silver chain.
“Bring the items to me,” I commanded.
They swapped concerned glances before turning and walking back toward me.
I held out my hand for the cowboy to hand over the two keys. “Now turn around. Both of you.”
The cowboy’s hand instantly went to his collar. “Zeke, I don’t want—”
“Trust me, Brax,” I whispered.
His eyes widened, but he finally pivoted around, his hand dropping to his side.
I took one key and unlocked the padlock that was connecting the cowboy’s collar. I then did the same with the pretty boy. Once they were unlocked, I took the collars off, held on to the padlocks, and tossed the leather bands to the far side of the space.
“Now turn around and face me,” I ordered.
When they did, I handed each of them their key and their padlock. I could see the concern in their eyes, knew they were likely thinking the worst.
I stepped up to the pretty boy first, then retrieved one of the thick silver chains from my pocket. I held it up for him to see.
“The dog collar was a reflection of my ownership,” I told him. “This collar is a reflection of my ownership as well as my love for you. If you accept my collar, pass over the lock.”
The pretty boy swallowed hard and handed me the lock. I wrapped the chain around his neck and secured it in place with the lock. I then moved to the cowboy and repeated my statement. His response was the same as he handed me the padlock. I situated his new collar and secured it in place.
“Stand side by side,” I instructed.
When they did, and I could look at them both at the same time, I then reached for their jaws and held them firmly in my hands, forcing them to look at me.
“By accepting my collar, you understand that you belong to me. As my fuck toys, you will cook for me, clean for me, do any depraved thing I want. Outside the confines of this club, you will have no safe word, no limits. You belong to me. If I choose to make you sleep in a cage, you will. If I want you to jack off ten times a day, you will. If I tell you to bend over so I can shove my dick in your ass, you will. You’re a fuck toy for me to use and abuse. Is that what you want?”
I was sure they remembered this because it was the exact same thing I’d said to them the first night I scened with them here. Almost verbatim.
Almost was the keyword.
They answered at the same time. “Yes, Zeke.”
“In return, I will hurt you, humiliate you. It will be my sole desire to break you. Is that what you want from me?”
Again in unison. “Yes, Zeke.”
“You will be bound to me by an iron-clad contract with no expiration date. You will wear my collar day and night, never taking it off for any reason. Is that what you want from me?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“The only time you will be out of my sight is to live your life and do your job. You will come home to me willingly each and every night. And you will always be at my mercy. Day and night. Wherever I want you. Can you handle that?”
“Yes, Zeke.” Their eyes were still locked on mine.
“If you whine, you will be punished. If you disobey, you will be punished. And if you try to top from the bottom, you will be punished. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“Ask anyone here, I don’t play games. When I tell you that I want to be your friend, your confidant, and your lover, I mean every word.
I will fuck you when it suits me. I will deny your orgasm when it suits me.
I will beat you when it suits me. And I will love you for every second of every single day. Always.”
I felt the emotion swell in my chest. While I had prepared for this, repeated it over and over again in my head, it still didn’t get any easier to lay myself out for them. Although I could’ve done this in the privacy of my own home, I had opted to do it here.
In my safe haven.
With the two men I trusted to love me and protect me for the rest of our lives.
Now, there was just one more step.
Case (the pretty boy)
Yeah, I was pretty sure my heart was in my throat right about now.
My head was spinning. Every single word Zeke spoke hit me right in the chest. Not only his words but the look in his eyes as he said them.
The man was stating the same thing he’d said to us that first night, only he’d modified his speech.
While he made it clear we were still his fuck toys—something I was more than thrilled about—he was clarifying that we were more to him than that.
He had just admitted his love for us in front of every person who was in this club.
And there were a lot of fucking people watching.
“Will you accept me as your Dom? As your lover? As your friend?”
“Yes, Zeke,” I said with the same croak in my voice that Brax had in his.
“If you do, then please put your key on the chain and place it around my neck.”
I lifted the chain that I’d retrieved a moment ago and added my key to it. Zeke had ripped the original chain off his neck in a moment of anger, so I was happy to see he had replaced it. And this one, although thinner, matched the collars he had placed on our necks.
I held it out so Brax could do the same. It wasn’t until he was adding his key that I noticed each key had been engraved with our names on one side and my cowboy and my pretty boy on the other side.
I allowed Brax to take the chain and hook it around Zeke’s neck. I fixed the keys in place on his chest as Brax came to stand beside me once again.
“Thank you,” Zeke said softly. “I swear to you I will never let you down.”
For fuck’s sake. Was he trying to make me cry? Because that would be seriously emasculating right about now. It was one thing to be naked while a giant Sadist beat on me, something else entirely to fucking cry.
“I love you, Zeke,” Brax said, his voice ringing with pride.
“I love you, too, cowboy.”
“I love you, Zeke,” I told him.
“I love you, too, pretty boy.”
He smiled. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, shall we have some fun? After all, I do have a cane and a paddle to use.”
Oh, hell yeah. The night was only getting better. And the good news was, there would be no fucking crying. A little moaning, maybe. But that was to be expected.
Turned out, at the club, Zeke had more in store for us than merely some ass beatings. Not much more, though. Although he had delivered those in the most intriguing way, I’d been hoping for something a little more … hands-on. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen.
Granted, I wasn’t complaining because it had been quite the eventful evening.
After we’d declared our love for one another in an impromptu collaring ceremony, Zeke had made us strip, then restrained us.
Of course, he had opted to take advantage of the stray ball stretchers that were, according to him, just lying around.
Once that was taken care of and our balls were being thoroughly tortured, he proceeded to use the paddle and the cane until Brax and I were both flying high.
After the scene, as he’d promised, Zeke had taken us into a private aftercare room and tended to us himself. While he was kind enough to put oil on the welts and ensure we were hydrated, he hadn’t offered up anything else. Including himself.
Which explained why I was craving him so badly.
When we stepped into the house, Zeke flipped on the lights while I headed to the back door to let Tank outside.
“Go on upstairs,” Zeke instructed. “I want you both in the shower, but you are not to do anything until I get up there.”
I smiled to myself and headed for the stairs. Brax was right behind me.