Page 37 of Their Ruthless Sadist
When he had smacked my cock with that crop, I imagined that was what it felt like for a drug user when they got their fix. Pure, raw bliss had shot through my bloodstream. I needed more, but I wouldn’t ask for it.
Zeke made his way over to his bag, but I couldn’t see what he picked up. When he turned back around, I didn’t see anything except for the crop still in his hand. The beast of a man strutted back over, his body blocking my view of everyone and everything. I watched him, eager, anxious. Desperate.
“Do you wish to be my fuck toy, pretty boy?”
The sound of Zeke’s voice was fuel to the fire he’d ignited inside me. The more I heard it, the higher I got. “Yes, Zeke.”
He moved, bending at the waist in front of me, and I felt the parachute tighten over my balls. He’d added a weight. It caused the spikes to pinch a little more.
“Do you know what it means to be my fuck toy, cowboy?”
“No, Zeke.” There was an edge of tension to Brax’s tone.
“Yet you want to be my fuck toy, too?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
Zeke bent in front of Brax, and I assumed he added a weight to him, too.
He slowly stood and turned his attention to me. “And why is that? What is it you think I’ll give you, pretty boy?”
“Pleasure, Zeke. In the form of pain.”
“Is that what you need, pretty boy?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
He bent and added another weight, the pain blooming in brilliant Technicolor. It wasn’t quite enough.
“And you’re willing to do anything to get it?”
“Yes, Zeke.” I’d never felt so strongly about anything in my life, except perhaps my feelings for Brax.
Another weight was added, and I swallowed hard, the spikes digging into my balls. They weren’t sharp enough to puncture, I could tell by the feel. But they were a constant sensation, that delicious bite of pain I craved.
“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 will belong to me.” Zeke stepped up in front of me, his voice lowering. “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, nothing more. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
His crop smacked my dick, and I bit back the moan as the heat registered, the sting in my balls more powerful. I was to make no noise. Fuck toys did not make a sound. I was only allowed to speak if spoken to.
“In return, I will hurt you, humiliate you. It will be my sole desire to break you.” He stepped over to Brax. “Is that what you want from me?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
Zeke bent again, and this time Brax released a soft moan. He was affected by this the same way I was.
Zeke moved around behind me. I could feel his warmth as he stepped in close, something—I assumed the handle of the crop—pressed against the plug in my ass.
“You will be bound to me by an iron-clad contract. You will wear my collar day and night. Is that what you want from me?”
“Yes, Zeke.”
The crop handle bounced off the plug, and I swallowed a groan as pure pleasure detonated inside me. My cock was rock hard, pre-cum generously pooling at the tip, my balls tight as the spikes pinned them in place.
The warmth of his body moved away.
“The only time you will be out of my sight is when you are obligated to do your job. Otherwise, you will be at my mercy. Day and night. Wherever I want you. I will own you, my word the only one you listen to. You will ask permission for whatever you need. It will be my decision as to whether it will be granted. Can you handle that?”
