“You need us for aftercare?” Mistress Jane asked as Zeke got to his feet.
“No, ma’am,” he said firmly. “These two are mine. From here on out, no one takes care of them except me.”
If someone had asked me to speak right then, I would’ve been at a loss for words. The only thing I could do was look up at Zeke. He could probably see my heart right there in my eyes because aside from hearing him say he was in love with us, that was the single greatest thing he’d ever said as far as I was concerned.
I peered over at Case, who was smiling ear to ear.
“Wipe the smile off, pretty boy,” Zeke scolded. “You’ve gotta make it through what I have in store for you first.”
“Yes, Zeke,” he said, although there was definite humor in his words.
Zeke led the way down to the dungeon and we followed him. Several people stopped to say hello—both Doms and submissives—and he greeted them in kind but never slowed his pace. I wasn’t sure if he was excited about what he had in store for us or if he was merely trying to get away from all the wide-eyed submissives who were hoping for a chance to scene with him.
Little did they know, but Zeke would never be available to them again. We belonged to him, yes. But he also belonged to us and there was no way in hell I was going to let another sub get near him. I was a very possessive man.
By the time we arrived at the far end of the dungeon, I’d completely forgotten the fact that we were about to scene with Zeke. I’d learned to expect the unexpected when it came to him, but that still didn’t prepare me for what I saw in the area he’d obviously commandeered as his for this evening.
“Holy shit,” Case muttered, his eyes glued to the items in front of us.
Zeke chuckled. “I’d hoped you’d say that.” He motioned us forward. “Come on, fuck toys. This is going to be fun.”
Yeah. His version of fun and mine were obviously very different.
“Go stand over there,” Zeke ordered, pointing to a spot in front of the row of items before he walked over and set his bag on the table on the outer edge of the sectioned-off area.
Doing my best not to think about what he was going to do to us, I walked over. I was partially grateful that he hadn’t asked us to strip. As it was, we were only allowed to wear jeans and our collars tonight, so we were semi-naked at this point. Not that I was going to get too attached to my pants. From what I could tell, they wouldn’t be on for long.
“I thought I’d do something different tonight,” Zeke said when he stepped up behind us.
His hand tucked into my collar at the back of my neck and he tugged gently, pulling me back against him.
“I’m going to let you choose how you want to be tortured.”
“Choose?” I glanced from one thing to the next. “From those things?”
Surely he wasn’t serious.
Zeke chuckled. “Well, technically, you get to pick from those three things,” he said as he motioned toward the right. “And the pretty boy gets to pick from those three.”
Oh, shit.
As I stood there in front of the gathering crowd, I stared at the things Zeke said I could pick from. Technically, there really were three things. However, each one sat on top of something else that was hidden beneath big black blankets. I suspected the good stuff was hidden beneath. And by good, I mean the real torture devices.
“You can move closer,” Zeke urged. “Just don’t move the blanket. We’ll do that once you decide.”
With his hand on my back, I took a couple of steps closer and surveyed the items I had to pick from. The ones I could see, that was.
On the first blanket, there was the parachute ball stretcher that Zeke had used on me the first time I scened with him here in the club. The second had the silicone paddle he’d used on me in his basement the first time I went down there. And the third one had the dog mask that I’d worn for my punishment.
My first instinct was to pick the paddle, except I could tell that underneath the blanket was the largest item of the three that were hidden. I had no idea what they could possibly be. I didn’t have the faintest idea what Zeke had in mind here. Knowing him, it would be devious.
Glancing over at Case’s choices, I saw the crown of thorns cock ring Zeke had used on him in the basement that first time, the U-shaped ball stretcher on the next one, and the last held the rattan cane Zeke had used on him here in the club. I figured Case was going to pick the cane above everything else, regardless of what might be underneath it.
“Have you made your choices, fuck toys?” Zeke asked, his voice low as he stepped in behind us.
“Maybe another minute?” I suggested.
“Sure, cowboy,” Zeke said with a chuckle. “Take your time.”
Now, why did that sound more threatening than any of those items laid out before me?
THIRTY-EIGHT
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 aro
und 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 key word.
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 onto 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 had 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.
Once we were in the oversized master bathroom, I turned on the shower while Brax started stripping his clothes off. My eyes caught on the collar around his neck. I couldn’t help reaching for it when he started to move past me.
His emerald-green eyes lifted to meet mine. “I love you, Case.”
His admission caught me by surprise. Not that I hadn’t expected it or hadn’t heard it before. It was more that it sounded so sincere, as though he wanted to ensure I knew.
“I love you, too.” I gripped his hips and pulled him closer. “So fucking much.”
Brax leaned in and kissed me quickly. Before we could break apart, Zeke stepped into the room and cleared his throat.
Busted.
I looked over at the sexy Sadist, waiting for a reprimand. Since we weren’t doing what he’d instructed, I figured punishment was in order. I kind of hoped it was. Although, without the dog mask for either of us.
“Hmm.” He took a step closer. “It looks to me like you’ve got too much time on your hands. Maybe I should put those hands to good use.”
Brax and I
turned to face him.
“What’d you have in mind?” I asked.
“Let’s start with both of you stripping me. Then you can wash me and yourselves. After that, I want you on my bed. I think some mouth action is in order. I’ll watch you suck each other for a bit.”
His words alone had my cock rock hard in an instant.
Brax was the first to move over to him. He reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it. With Zeke’s help, we got him stripped down to nothing and then followed him into the shower.
We took our time cleaning him. Of course, there was some groping involved. I might’ve teased him a little more than I should. It had earned me a hard smack on my ass, which had only turned me on more. Once we were cleaned, rinsed, and dried, I took Brax’s hand and led him into the bedroom. Perhaps with a little more enthusiasm than was necessary.
“I want to feel your mouth on my dick,” I told Brax when he positioned himself over me, his cock above my face.
“Likewise,” he groaned when I reached for him, wrapping my lips around the swollen head.
Zeke joined us a few minutes later, openly ogling us as he walked around the bed. His hands moved over us as though he couldn’t resist touching.
I had no idea how much time passed while Brax and I sixty-nined one another, but it was a while. During that time, I tried to focus, but it wasn’t easy. Not when Brax’s wicked mouth was doing wonderful things to my dick. It didn’t help when Zeke began finger-fucking my ass, either. I knew he was doing the same to Brax, alternating between us until we were doing more moaning than sucking.
“Pretty boy, I want you on your hands and knees.”
Brax’s cock retreated from my mouth as he moved off of me. I quickly flipped over, tempted to grind my cock against the mattress to find a modicum of relief. I was so fucking hard I hurt and I needed to be fucked.
“Cowboy, it’s your turn to be sandwiched between us.”
Brax moaned as though that was the best news ever.
I glanced over my shoulder to see Brax retrieving the lube and coating his dick before quickly kneeling behind me. When his cock brushed against my anus, I pushed back against him, urging him to fuck me.
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