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 and 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 c
ame.
“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.
TWENTY-NINE
ZEKE
Wednesday, October 31
HALLOWEEN WAS ALWAYS INTERESTING WHEN it came to kink clubs, and Dichotomy was no exception. This year, since Trent was in town, it appeared the man was going all out with the theme. Thankfully, he hadn’t insisted on costumes, but he did enforce a strict dress code. Masters and Mistresses were to wear black slacks or a skirt and a white button-down dress shirt. Submissives were to wear black or white lingerie only.
Of course, masks were provided, and no matter how much I argued, I was told I had to wear one just like everyone else who was permitted to enter.
When I arrived and noticed all the black lights, the dress code made sense. While the Doms’ masks were black, the submissives’ masks were white, which glowed beneath the purple light, easily showing who was who.
My fuck toys were wearing leather thongs, leather harnesses, their collars, and the mask. Nothing else. Of course, they were drawing all sorts of attention because men and women both were checking them out. Honestly, I was proud to have them with me and not merely because they were hot enough to draw all eyes to them. The cowboy and the pretty boy had been inching their way deeper beneath my skin with every passing day. At this point, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel if I had to sleep without them in my bedroom.
“Nice party,” Mistress Jane said when she approached me outside of the main-floor Doms’ lounge. “I have to say, your arm candy is rather delicious.”
“Good thing for me they’re not into females.”
She smiled, her eyes and her mouth the only part of her face visible because of the mask. “Yes, that is good for you.”
“Did you bring any pets tonight?” I inquired, simply to make conversation.
“No. I’m here solo this evening.” Her head turned as she surveyed the room. “However, I’m fairly certain I’ll find one or two I can play with.”
“I doubt that’ll be difficult for you.”
“Especially since Trent opened the club tonight to a few extra submissives.”
I frowned. “Really? Why’s that?”
“Edge approved some of the backlog. And he couldn’t have done it at a better time either. The options were slimming.”
“I didn’t realize there was a backlog.”
“Yep. Apparently quite a bit. My understanding is he’s added almost two dozen fresh faces. Mostly submissives.”
Great. Just what we needed. An overabundance of newbies slinking through the building. I hated when Edge did that because it took time to train them to do as they were supposed to. And to think, I had pretty much punished nearly all of them at this point. Who would do that now that I had my own—
Nope. Not going there. The fuck toys did not belong to me. They were temporary and I had to remember that. It was getting harder to do the more time I spent with them. However, I couldn’t let myself get carried away.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to it,” Jane said as one of the male submissives caught her attention.
I chuckled. “Have fun.”
“Oh, I fully intend to.”
Those five-inch heels of hers carried her away from me as she stalked the submissive heading for the dungeon. Without the lights on, it was a wonder she could tell one from another. I certainly couldn’t.
Then again, there were only two I cared about and I knew exactly where they were.
“I figured for sure you would skip tonight when Ramsey said a dress code was required,” Ransom said as he approached.
“And why would I do that?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Because you’ve done it before.”
True. I had.
“Did you hear there’s fresh meat here tonight?” I prompted in an effort to change the subject.
“What? Where?” His head snapped around in all directions as though he would be able to tell.
“No idea, but they’re supposedly here. Jane said Edge approved a new batch of submissives.”
“Finally.”
Well, apparently everyone seemed pleased with this new turn of events.
“Now that I know that, perhaps I’ll see what I can scrounge up.” Ransom’s head turned my way. “Are you planning a scene tonight?”
“Nope. Not tonight.” I figured I could let my fuck toys wander around for the evening. A little free time since they’d done so well lately.
“Hmm.” Ransom’s head cocked to the side, the whites of his eyes glowing in the black light.
“What the hell does hmm mean?”
Ransom held up his hands. “Nothing. I’m just surpr
ised. I figured you’d be getting the miles out of those toys while you had them.” He put his hands on his hips. “Unless, of course, you’re planning to keep them. In that case, there’s no rush to wear them out.”
“I’m not gonna keep them,” I countered, although the words were bitter in my mouth.
“Right. Okay. Well, I guess if you’re not going to entertain the masses tonight, perhaps I should.” He scanned the area. “In order to do that, I’m gonna have to find some tough hide I can beat on. I’ll check in with you later.”
“Yeah. Later.”
I watched as Ransom headed over to the section where he would be able to see the submissive selection for the evening. From my vantage point, I could see at least a dozen scantily clad submissives kneeling on pillows, waiting patiently for someone to acknowledge them.
Rarely did I ever have to seek out the kneeling population for entertainment purposes, but I certainly didn’t miss having to find someone who might hold my interest for even a few minutes.
My gaze swung over to the pretty boy and the cowboy. They were standing by the bar talking to two other male submissives. I didn’t recognize them so I figured they were new. Not that I would be able to tell either way because the masks were obscuring everyone’s faces.
No, now that I’d found exactly what I’d been missing, I wondered if it was possible they’d be willing to keep me if I did decide to make this more than temporary. Could I? Would they want me for more than some interesting scenes?
That empty space in my chest ached at the thought. The last thing I wanted was to go through the hell of watching them walk away when they found out I was merely human.
Making that known seemed to be the fastest way for me to let someone down.
*
Brax
(The cowboy)
I HAD NO IDEA WHO this one guy was—aside from his name being Matt—or why he was following me and Case around like a lost puppy, but no matter how hard we tried to shake him, he wasn’t getting the hint.
The other submissive with him—Gary—was a regular here. He seemed quite content to give Matt the lowdown on what was going on.
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