Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue, 5)

by Nicole Edwards

  “All right, pretty boy. Do your worst.” Zeke’s hand tightened in Brax’s hair. “Don’t you move, cowboy. And watch those damn teeth.”

  Brax moaned as though agreeing. I lined up my cock with his asshole before pushing in slowly, gently. His muscles tightened around me, squeezing hard enough to draw a ragged moan from me. It was fucking perfect.

  “You like that, cowboy? You like when he treats you like you’re made of glass? The way he inches his cock inside you as though you’ll break?”

  Brax moaned around Zeke’s dick, but I had no idea what that meant.

  “Fuck him,” Zeke ordered, his black eyes pinned on me. “I know you’ve ached to get inside him since I purposely kept you apart. Show him how much you missed him.”

  Those words stirred something inside me. I gripped Brax’s hips and slammed into him. He moaned again, pressing back when I thrust forward.

  It felt fucking good to be inside Brax. Familiar. Like coming home. I had missed him this weekend although we’d been under the same roof. Having to keep my hands to myself was pure torture, another technique of Zeke’s, I was sure. But this … being inside this man soothed something in my soul.

  “That’s better. Fuck him like the toy he is.”

  The hardwood had long ago bruised my knees, but I ignored the pain as I slammed into Brax, loving the way his asshole squeezed me. While I ruthlessly fucked him, Zeke lifted Brax’s head by tangling his fist in his hair.

  “You like that, cowboy?”

  “Yes, Zeke.” He grunted as I slammed into him. “I like it.”

  “Does he fuck you better than I do?”

  “No, Zeke.”

  That had me slamming into Brax harder. I knew exactly what Zeke was doing and it worked the way he intended. The thought of not being able to satisfy Brax didn’t sit well with me. And the logical side of my brain knew Brax didn’t necessarily mean what he said, but that didn’t stop me from fucking him harder, owning him.

  “He doesn’t need a sissy fucking him,” Zeke growled. “He needs a man, pretty boy. Fucking own his ass.”

  Ah, Christ.

  Zeke knew what he was doing to me.

  “Fuck,” I growled as I pummeled Brax’s ass, slamming my hips forward, lodging my cock to the hilt before retreating. My fingertips buried in his flesh as I held him still. Over and over I fucked him as hard and as deep as I could. “Oh, God. Zeke.” I groaned as my gaze shot up to Zeke’s face. “May I have your permission to come?”

  “No,” he barked. “Not until the cowboy is satisfied.”

  Brax was moaning in earnest now, taking every punishing thrust.

  “Do you want him to come, cowboy?”

  “Yes!” Brax yelled as he jerked his mouth off the thick head of Zeke’s cock.

  “Tell him,” Zeke ordered.

  “Come in my ass, Case.” He pushed back against me again. “Fucking come inside me.”

  I held Zeke’s gaze, waiting for his permission.

  “Come, pretty boy,” he finally said, the rough edge in his voice the catalyst, triggering my orgasm. I groaned long and low as I held Brax’s hips in my hands, my cock jerking endlessly inside him.

  “Dispose of the condom, then I want you on your back, your head between the cowboy’s legs. You’re gonna suck him while I fuck his throat.”

  I quickly removed the rubber and tied it off before depositing it in the trash can. A minute later, I was on my back while Brax straddled my face. He buried his cock in my mouth, still kneeling before Zeke as the big man stood up.

  From my vantage point on the floor, I could see Zeke’s cock as it slid into Brax’s mouth. The sight alone had me moaning.

  “Now be a good fuck toy,” Zeke told Brax. “You’re gonna take all of me. The second I come, you have permission to do the same.”

  I worked Brax’s cock while I watched Zeke face-fuck my boyfriend. He wasn’t gentle, but Brax didn’t seem to mind. He gagged a few times, but never did he try to get away as Zeke drove past his lips again and again.

  “Oh, yeah. Swallow. Let me feel that throat work.” Zeke grunted several times, clearly pleased by Brax.

  Using my hand, I worked Brax’s cock in tandem with my mouth. I could feel him pulsing. He was close. So close. I briefly wondered if he would come before Zeke, but he never did.

  “Good boy,” Zeke ground out, his hips driving forward. “Just. Like. That. Fuck yeah. I’m gonna come down your throat.” A dull roar signaled Zeke’s release, and a second later, Brax filled my mouth. I swallowed him down as I held on to his cock.

  For whatever reason, I felt closer to Brax in that moment. Despite the fact I could’ve been anyone giving him a blow job, I got the feeling it had settled him, too, knowing that I was there. Or at least, I hoped that was the case.

  “Now both of you go get cleaned up,” Zeke said as he tucked his cock back into his pants. “After that, we’ll grab a bite to eat.”

  “Thank you, Zeke, for allowing me to suck your cock,” Brax said as he got to his feet.

  Zeke’s dark gaze slammed into Brax’s face. It was evident he was surprised by the words. I hadn’t expected them either and the submission I heard in them hit me in a way I didn’t expect.

  It had me wondering for the first time whether or not my boyfriend was developing feelings for Zeke.

  Feelings I wasn’t sure I could compete with.

  FIFTEEN

  ZEKE

  AFTER SHARING A MEAL ON Monday night, I retreated to the living room to watch television. I had a thing for the legal dramas, although I wasn’t sure why that was. Most of the time the characters irritated the shit out of me, but there was something about the legality of it all, the process and procedure perhaps, that kept me riveted to the screen. Sitting here, hanging out, mindlessly chilling, had become a thing for me and Tank. He would curl up beside me while I relaxed, unwinding from my day.

  The pretty boy and the cowboy joined me, both sitting on the other sofa since Tank and I took up most of the space on this one. They sat together exactly as I’d expected them to. Their shoulders touched, and from time to time, they would absently touch the other when they spoke. Their affection for one another was palpable.

  A couple of hours passed and I found it not nearly as irritating as I thought it would be to have them in the same room with me. In fact, I enjoyed their company even if they didn’t speak except for to question something on the television. A couple of times I found myself having decent debates over why something happened. When it came to their point of view and reasoning, I found I didn’t intimidate them. Their input was logical and they had no problem arguing their point. It was intriguing and I liked that.

  By the time the cowboy had yawned twice, I knew it was time to head upstairs. Mornings always came far earlier than I wanted, and after a day like today, I was ready to hit the sack. Not to mention, tomorrow was going to test my patience, so every bit would help tonight.

  Pushing to my feet, I stretched, then motioned for them to get up. “Come on. It’s time for bed.”

  The pretty boy stood quickly, then helped the cowboy to his feet. I was taken by the way they interacted with one another. It was obvious they cared and that was endearing. Not that I wanted a relationship, but it was nice to see that it worked for some people. Even if, by engaging with me, they were doing something completely out of the norm for most people.

  And I was about to introduce them to something else most people didn’t do.

  Before they could head to the stairs, I stopped them. “Tonight, and all nights going forward, you’ll be sleeping in the cage beneath my bed.”

  For whatever reason, I fully expected an argument from at least one of them. Although I referred to them as fuck toys and I didn’t think of them or speak to them by name, I was aware they weren’t animals. Yet this was something I needed, something I craved. The question would be whether or not they could handle that.

  Neither said a word, merely nodded as though my wish was their command.
In a sense, it was. They didn’t have a choice based on the agreements they’d signed and the understanding we’d come to.

  Once we made it up to my room, I nodded toward the bathroom. “I want both of you to shower first. Together. One washes the other,” I explained.

  While I enjoyed watching legal dramas, I liked watching them touch each other more. It was an interesting twist to all of this. I’d never had two submissives at one time, so I was finding creative ways to entertain myself with them. Their connection to one another allowed me to push their boundaries and explore avenues I hadn’t been privy to before.

  After acknowledging me with a courteous, “Yes, Zeke,” they went into the bathroom. I followed but I headed into the closet. The water turned on as I was stripping my clothes off. When I returned, they were standing beneath the water, their big, glistening bodies highlighted and shadowed by the many bulbs over the vanity.

  There was a distinct difference in their sizes, but they weren’t polar opposites as I’d initially thought. Both had green eyes and muscular bodies, although the pretty boy was bigger, his muscles more defined. The cowboy had dirty-blonde hair, the pretty boy short, dark hair. From a height perspective, they were equal, but when you looked at them, they were vastly different. The way they carried themselves for one. The cowboy walked with a slight swagger, the pretty boy more controlled. As for personalities, that was what truly set them apart. The cowboy was far more obedient. He was mindful of every move he made while the pretty boy seemed more laid-back, less stringent.

  I took a position leaning my ass against the counter. I was as naked as they were, so there was no way to hide the desire they stirred in me. Not that I tried to, but aside from stroking myself leisurely—more to get their attention than anything—I ignored my dick all the same.

  The cowboy washed the pretty boy first, starting with his hair, then running his soapy hands all over the pretty boy’s muscular body, taking special care to soap the pretty boy’s dick. He stroked him a couple of times but then moved on, dragging a low groan from the pretty boy. They alternated, then it was the pretty boy’s turn to tease and torment the cowboy while efficiently getting him clean. Big hands ran over the cowboy’s lean build, starting from his neck, down to his toes, then back again.

  If they only knew what I had in store for them, perhaps they would’ve followed through with those hand jobs.

  Once they were finished, both men rinsed off before shutting off the water. I motioned toward two towels sitting on the counter, then headed into my bedroom. I retrieved two sets of wrist and ankle cuffs from my nightstand drawer and the chains I needed to connect them to the bars on my bed. When the two naked fuck toys joined me in the bedroom, I grinned to myself.

  “On the bed,” I ordered.

  Both men shot confusion-filled looks my way.

  “No, you won’t be sleeping there.” I pointed toward the cage beneath the bed. “That’s your new bedroom from now on. However, I do have something in mind for you first.”

  Apparently reassured by my explanation, they went to opposite sides of the bed and climbed up.

  “On your backs. Hands above your heads.”

  Damn, but they looked good there. I could almost envision them sleeping on either side of me, within reach if I chose to torment one or both. I immediately shook off the thought. They would not be sleeping in my bed. That wasn’t the reason I’d brought them here.

  While I connected the chains to the metal frame, I admired them there in my huge bed. Other than me and Tank, no one else had ever slept in this particular bed. In fact, I had purchased it three years ago, wondering if I would ever get the opportunity to put it to good use. Never the one to hold out hope, I figured it would always be a reminder of the things I couldn’t have but knew I wanted.

  Not that I wanted these two fuck toys sleeping with me, but I did entertain the notion of using and abusing them in some form or fashion. I could envision the cowboy strapped to the mattress, facedown while I beat on him for a bit, then took his ass with the brutal force he would beg me to give him. I would have the pretty boy standing up, his arms shackled to the bars overhead while he was forced to watch me sodomize his boyfriend. My dick certainly liked the idea.

  Once I had everything ready, I restrained their ankles and wrists in the cuffs, then retrieved the box I’d set on my dresser. When I returned, both men were watching me intently.

  “Do you know what a chastity device is?” I asked, simply to get their minds working.

  “A device to prevent masturbation,” the pretty boy said.

  “True. It prevents that. It also shows you who now owns your dick. It no longer belongs to you. It’s mine to do with as I please.” I selected two of the stainless-steel cock cages, which would cover their dicks completely. I then grabbed three rings—two medium, one large—just in case. I would have to determine which would fit each of my fuck toys.

  “Going forward, you will sleep under my bed together. I don’t give a shit if you spoon each other or not. However, these will be a reminder of who owns your cock. It’s not there for your pleasure. It’s there for mine.” I looked up at the pretty boy. “Understand?”

  “Yes, Zeke.”

  “Good. I’ll fit you first. The harder you are, the worse it’s gonna feel,” I warned, ensuring he saw how much I would be pleased by the prospect of hurting him.

  Since the pretty boy’s cock was semi-hard already, it wasn’t easy to fit the cage over him, but I managed. The large ring was easier because it was hinged, allowing me to open it so I could wrap it up under his balls and around his cock, effectively restraining them beneath the metal. The ends of the ring connected, then fit through a slot on the cage to hold it in place. I produced one of the stainless-steel padlocks and quickly snapped it shut. He would likely be running through some mundane shit in his head to fight the hard-on; otherwise, pain was going to become his friend.

  “All done.” I smiled, ensuring he saw the sadistic gleam. I got off on using them, controlling them. Owning them. It was a high unlike any other. “I have the key. It’s your responsibility to pay attention. If you have any issues, I expect you to let me know immediately. You’ll be wearing this to sleep in every night.”

  “Yes, Zeke,” the pretty boy said as he relaxed on the pillow. If I had to guess, he was running through algebraic equations in an effort to keep himself under control.

  “Now your turn, cowboy. You ever wear one of these before?”

  “No, Zeke.”

  Ah. That pleased me.

  I did enjoy being someone’s first.

  *

  Brax

  (The cowboy)

  IF YOU’VE NEVER WORN A cage on your penis, I’d be the first to tell you, it’s not fucking fun. Initially, the cold steel had been somewhat pleasant against my overheated skin. But it only went downhill from there. Between the all-encompassing metal contraption that constricted my dick and the ring that tightly cinched my balls, I could’ve gone my entire life without one and I would’ve died a happy man.

  “Hmm,” Zeke said with a smirk. “Looks like the cowboy needs a large ring like the pretty boy, after all.”

  I experienced a moment of relief while he switched the two out, but that didn’t last long. Once again he was putting that vicious metal ring around my balls and my cock, effectively crushing them together. And, okay, fine. They weren’t exactly crushed, but there was no way to ignore it, either.

  Once that was finished and Zeke snapped the padlock on, he seemed rather pleased by the fact that he now held the keys to our ultimate happiness. Quite literally.

  “Now under the bed,” Zeke instructed once he’d taken his time admiring his handiwork before releasing the restraints on our ankles and wrists.

  Another thing to note, moving with that torture device crimping your balls wasn’t a walk in the park. I took several deep breaths as I inched off the bed and forced my legs to hold me up. Once I took a few steps, it wasn’t horrible. I could get used to it if I
had to. Hopefully, it wouldn’t come to that.

  Case didn’t seem to have the same problems I was. That or he was entertaining himself by focusing on the cage now covering my dick, because his eyes seemed glued to the spot.

  “Come on, ladies,” Zeke taunted, motioning to the door leading to the dark space beneath his bed. “No time like the present.”

  I bent over and peered at the king-sized square of carpet where we would sleep.

  I was a little concerned Case was going to have a panic attack once he found himself caged beneath Zeke’s bed. While the bars were spaced apart and there was plenty of air circulating through the room, I wasn’t sure he could withstand being locked inside. Not after what had happened at the apartment on Friday.

  Case, on the other hand, did not appear at all fazed by the prospect of being treated like a dog. He quickly dropped to all fours and crawled through the cage door, then moved over to one side. Although there was roughly two and a half feet of space between the floor and the underside of the bed, there was no way for Case to sit up, so he leaned on his elbow. I followed, crawling like an animal into his kennel, not sure what else I could do. It wasn’t like Zeke was giving us an option here.

  I watched Zeke’s legs retreat as he disappeared out of the bedroom. He returned a minute later, tossing two pillows and two large blankets onto the floor.

  “Of course, I want you to be comfortable,” he said with a sardonic laugh. “Come on, Tank. Time for bed.”

  Tank dutifully jumped up on the bed without giving us so much as a second glance. I wondered if the dog felt sorry for us. I’d never seen him caged before, but surely he’d experienced it a time or two.

  Once Tank was out of view, Zeke’s hand appeared on the cage door. It closed with a clang and then he snapped a padlock into place.

  “Sleep tight,” he said mockingly.

  The bed groaned above us when Zeke crawled in while Case worked to spread one of the blankets out on the carpet. When he had it positioned to his liking, I peered over to check on him. Oddly enough, he was smiling.