“I understand, Zeke.”
Although I didn’t understand it, the cowboy seemed sincere. He was willing to take my punishment in an effort to make amends for his stupidity.
Tucking my finger beneath his chin, I forced his eyes to remain on me. “Do you understand I will not go easy on you?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
“You will likely hate me when this is over,” I informed him.
“I won’t hate you, Zeke.”
Oh, he would. He would wish he’d never laid eyes on me.
“Is dinner ready?” I asked because the delicious aroma filling the house was making my stomach rumble.
“Yes, Zeke. It’s warming in the oven.”
I turned my gaze to the pretty boy. “Set the table. For two.”
The pretty boy shot a confused look my way but he quickly nodded. “Yes, Zeke.”
“You, cowboy, I want you to kneel by the sofa. Do not move until I return.”
“Yes, Zeke.”
While the cowboy traipsed over to his new spot, I headed up the stairs to change clothes. Gone was the starchy shirt and slacks. In their place, a pair of comfortable jeans. No shirt was necessary. As it was, I would be naked later, too.
I was now fueled by something else. Desire and lust had stopped flowing in my blood. In their place, a menacing cold, a darkness that was as foreign to me as having two masochists living in my house. I embraced it, allowing it to consume me. If the cowboy wanted punishment, I would give it to him.
Before heading back downstairs, I went into the hall closet and retrieved one of the rubber-backed blankets I used for those times when things would get messy. I returned to find the cowboy still kneeling by the sofa and the pretty boy was standing near the table, clearly waiting to sit down until I joined him.
“I need you over here, pretty boy.”
He walked over and I handed him the blanket. “Put this over the sofa. Ensure it covers as much space as possible.”
While he did that, I headed down to the basement. To pull this off, I needed a few things from my stash. I gathered the spreader bar, a ball gag/blindfold harness, a feather tickler, a single vampire glove, a bottle of toy cleaner, and the ever-desirable prostate massager. Oh, and lube. I would definitely need that.
When I returned to the living room carrying my loot, I saw the cowboy still kneeling exactly as he was supposed to.
I motioned the pretty boy back over with the crook of a finger. I passed off the prostate massager, the one the cowboy had used previously, along with the bottle of lubricant and spray cleaner.
“It’s been cleaned, but use this to clean it again, then lube it up and put it in his ass,” I instructed.
“Yes, Zeke.” He turned to the cowboy. “You’ll need to lean over, put your ass in the air.”
The cowboy followed instruction, putting his head and chest down on the floor, his ass open and eager for what was coming next.
Yeah, my dick stirred. So what? I found it hot that the cowboy was so willing, even if he had no fucking clue what he was in for. Didn’t mean I was going to do anything about it.
The pretty boy went to work opening the toy and prepping it for the cowboy’s rectum while I set everything else on the table.
It took roughly ten minutes to get everything ready. The cowboy had the prostate massager in his ass while he sat on the sofa. The spreader bar kept his legs open. The vampire glove was covering his right hand—his dominant hand. I held the blindfold that would cover his eyes, which was connected to the ball gag that would rest between his lips. While he wouldn’t be able to see or speak once we got started, he would be able to hear, which was all I needed.
“In about five minutes, you’re going to hear a chime,” I explained to the cowboy, ensuring he was paying close attention. “When it sounds, you have one minute to come. Which means you’ll be jacking yourself off. From that point, the chime will sound every fifteen minutes. Again, when you hear it, you have one minute to come.
“You are not permitted to come before the chime. Your punishment begins after you come the first time and will continue for two hours, which means you’ll come a total of nine times. Should you come before you’re allowed, or should you not come within the allotted minute, you will spend the entire weekend as a dog. That means you’ll be wearing a mask, paws, a tail, a leash, and you’ll be on all fours just like a dog. Other than those items, you will be naked.
“And this goes for wherever we are, and I assure you, I will take you out in public. Like Tank, you’ll piss and shit outside and you will not bathe. You’ll sleep in a kennel by yourself and your food and water will be given to you in a bowl on the floor. And you won’t be able to speak a single word. Dogs don’t talk.”
The cowboy’s dark green eyes were wide with genuine fear. He knew I was serious.
And I suspected he also knew that coming four times an hour wasn’t going to be nearly as easy as one would think.
*
Brax
(The cowboy)
FUCK.
When I decided to request Zeke’s punishment, I obviously hadn’t considered how sadistic the man truly was. While my brain and my body were willing, I knew it was going to become difficult the more time that passed.
“Do you understand?” Zeke asked.
“Yes, Zeke.”
“Explain it back to me.”
“When the chime sounds, I have one minute to come. This will last for two hours after the first time I come. If I do not meet the requirements, I will spend the entire weekend as a dog.”
That was the part that scared me the most. Having to crawl around on all fours was one thing, but having to piss and shit outside and to eat from a bowl on the floor, not being allowed to bathe… That was a horrifying notion.
Part of me wished I’d listened to Case and headed back to the apartment, leaving Zeke in the past. However, I knew I couldn’t do that. I had to see this through, and quite frankly, this punishment would be a good incentive to not fail him again. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t do everything in my power to avoid it. I had one chance, and I couldn’t blow it.
Zeke skirted the coffee table then leaned over and placed the harness over my face. The blindfold covered my eyes, blocking out all the light. The ball gag filled my mouth, making it impossible to speak.
“At no time will you be left alone,” Zeke said as he connected the buckle at the back of my head. “Your only responsibility is to do as you’ve been instructed.”
I mumbled my affirmation around the gag.
“I suggest you start stroking, cowboy. You’ve got less than a minute before that chime goes off.”
Fuck.
I gripped my dick with my left hand, stroking firmly. I was already hard, so it wouldn’t take much to get me off the first time. Simply being in the same room with Case and Zeke did it for me. Not to mention, I’d been so worked up from Zeke fucking Case on the kitchen table last night. I probably could’ve relieved my tension today, but I hadn’t.
So, here I was, sitting on the sofa, naked while they were both dressed, blindfolded while they watched, and gagged while they could speak freely. It left me with a heightened sense of vulnerability. Oddly enough, I liked it.
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 th
ey 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 starts 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, imaging 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!
TWENTY-TWO
ZEKE
I WAS IMPRESSED.
The cowboy was halfway through his punishment, and all five times, he’d come on command like a good little fuck toy.
However, it was obvious he was tiring. He could only use one hand thanks to the vampire glove, and I was sure the muscles in his forearm and wrist were growing weaker. Not to mention, the overstimulation he was receiving from the television and the prostate massager.
But there was still time. I had no doubt he would fail. After all, I hadn’t set this up for him to succeed. That was part of the punishment. He would spend the entire weekend crawling around on hands and knees like a dog. That was the sort of punishment he could expect from me. This was simply the mind fuck that would allow us to get there.
“You clean up,” I ordered the pretty boy. “Then join me in the living room.” I smiled over at him. “But first I want you to strip.”
“Yes, Zeke.”
During dinner, I had ensured the pretty boy and I could both watch the show. For one, I was not about to take my eyes off the cowboy. Although there was nothing that put him at risk, his safety was paramount. And while I doubted he could hurt himself doing what he was doing, I still insisted on keeping an eye on him. And two, it was enjoyable. The way his hand moved over his dick when the chime sounded, the way he seemed to panic, knowing time would run out. And the fact I wasn’t telling him whether or not he had succeeded. Those things were coalescing into fear, causing the cowboy to overthink things, which would be ultimately what tripped him up.
The pretty boy started rinsing the dishes and loading them into the dishwasher while I took my water glass and joined the cowboy. I glanced down at the timer. He still had eight minutes before he was allowed to come again.
I punched the button on my phone app to kick the prostate massager into high gear. A startled groan sounded from the cowboy, his hand squeezing his cock. He wasn’t hard, but that was expected. It was inevitable that he would soften despite the erotic noises sounding from the television. A man could only come so many times. Quite frankly, I was impressed by the cowboy’s stamina. Then again, he was still young.
I grabbed the feather tickler and perched my ass on the coffee table in front of the cowboy. I brushed it along his thighs, earning a soft hiss. I worked it over his chest, brushing his nipples before pressing it between his legs and tickling his balls. He groaned around the ball gag.
Turning off the app and removing the feather, I left him to hang precariously in the balance. His hand was stroking firmly although he still had … four minutes left.
Yep. This was rather enjoyable.
I took a seat on the opposite sofa and alternated between watching him and the television. The chime sounded once more and the cowboy began pumping his dick in earnest. I watched the seconds tick on my watch. They inched closer and closer to his time limit. He began furiously pumping, but he was still going when the second hand passed the one-minute mark.
Triumph erupted inside me,
but I kept my thoughts to myself. He had failed. His time was up.
I continued to watch, smiling to myself as he finally pushed himself over the edge, his cock jerking and twitching, but nothing shot out of his dick. He was dry at this point and he still had three more times to go.
The pretty boy appeared and I motioned for him to sit beside me.
“Spread your legs, pretty boy,” I instructed, ensuring my voice was loud enough for the cowboy to hear. I wanted him to be aware we were there, that we were watching.
I put my hand on the pretty boy’s dick and started stroking firmly.
“I expect to hear you, pretty boy. Make sure your boyfriend knows how much you enjoy my hand on your cock.”
The pretty boy groaned loudly, his hips jerking as I worked him easily. I wasn’t about to make him come. That would take place while he was bouncing up and down on my dick.
Minutes passed as the three of us sat there, the television providing an erotic backdrop. That, combined with the sensual moans from the pretty boy, was enough to have the cowboy’s cock firming up nicely. I flipped on the prostate massager again, smirking when he began moaning, his ass shifting around on the blanket.
He was covered in his own dried jizz, and at this point, he had nothing to lube his cock as he stroked. His arm remained limp at his side, but his head was cocked in our direction, as though whatever it was we were doing was going to assist him in accomplishing his task.
“Get on your knees, pretty boy. I want your mouth on my cock.”
When he stood, I quickly shed my jeans, tossing them onto the floor by the cowboy’s feet so he could feel the denim touching him. He would know I was naked, would likely wonder what I was doing to his loving boyfriend.
“Ahh, that’s it,” I urged, palming the pretty boy’s head when his lips wrapped firmly around my cock. “Suck me like a good little fuck toy. Then you can lube me up so you can ride my dick.”
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