Page 55 of Their Ruthless Sadist

By the time Zeke yanked his fingers from Brax’s asshole and stripped off the glove, I was sweating, my body rock hard.

Zeke produced a condom from his pocket, and a minute later, he had stripped his own jeans off, sheathed that enormous cock, and lubed himself up.

“Watch closely, pretty boy. Watch while I use him and abuse him. I guarantee, this’ll be the best fucking he’s ever had. The next time you fuck him, he’s going to be screaming my name because I’ll be etched in his memory forever.”

Brax moaned when Zeke aligned the head of his cock with his ass. Without preamble, Zeke shoved in deep, stopping when he was lodged to the root. Brax’s head moved back and forth the small amount he was allowed as he cried out. But not once did he use that bell. He was loving this as much as I was.

Fuck him. Pound his ass.

Those were the words screaming in my head as Zeke stood motionless, his hands kneading Brax’s blistered ass as he spread his cheeks apart. He pulled out slowly, seemingly fixated on his glistening cock as it retreated, allowing those muscles to tighten before he pushed in again.

It was a damn good thing I was restrained. Otherwise, I would’ve been jacking my cock to the rhythm of Zeke’s thrusts.

For a fraction of a second, I might’ve even been a tad jealous that it wasn’t my ass Zeke was ramming his big dick into.

CHAPTER 13

Zeke

Christ Almighty!

The cowboy’s asshole was strangling my dick, and it felt so damn good. I’d known it would when I had fucked his ass with my fingers, burying them in deep while ensuring I massaged his prostate frequently. His muscles had locked tightly around my fingers as he tried desperately to buck against the restraints.

The cowboy was moaning loudly now, his words muffled by the gag. It was obvious he wanted more than I was giving him. Which was the exact reason I was taking my time. Well, that and I’d seen the look in the pretty boy’s eyes when I’d started finger-fucking his lover’s ass. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but it turned him on nonetheless.

I would give the cowboy everything I had, but not yet.

For now, I would simply enjoy myself. They would learn that I wasn’t an expedient man. I didn’t fuck simply to get off. I wanted that edge that came with a release. The buildup, the pure torture as my balls tightened and my muscles coiled.

Since the cowboy’s ass was positioned at the perfect height for me to drive into him, I took the opportunity to pick up the paddle again. His ass was a deep cherry red already, but I wasn’t sure he’d had his fill. I smacked him every so often as I plunged my hips forward, filling him completely.

I briefly considered removing the cowboy’s gag so I could hear him beg and plead. Unfortunately, my dick wasn’t willing to leave the tight, warm space it was currently tunneling into, so we would both have to deal.

“Your asshole’s so fucking tight,” I groaned as I slammed in again. “I thought for sure the pretty boy had stretched you by now.” I cut my gaze over to the man shackled to the wall. “Doesn’t look like you’re giving this little boy what he needs.” I smacked Brax’s ass with the paddle. “You need a real man filling you. I can feel you trembling. You’re so fucking hard, your cock ready to burst. But you won’t. Not yet. Not until I fuck you the way you need me to.”

The cowboy tried to move, but I had him restrained with precision and care. The most he could do was flex his muscles while I used his ass for my own pleasure.

“You like watching me fuck him, don’t you, pretty boy? Giving him everything you’re not capable of giving?”

This was my tactic. Tormenting them both. I could see the humility on the pretty boy’s face. He was wondering if he’d ever be able to give the cowboy exactly what he needed. Before me, I was sure they’d been satisfied with what the other brought to the table when it came to sex. Now that they were experiencing what I could offer, they would never be the same.

That was my end goal. By the time I discarded them, they would forever be impacted by me. Years from now, they would be dreaming about all the wicked things I’d done to them.

“You want me to go easy on you, cowboy?”

The cowboy jerked his head the few inches the restraints allowed, and I let out a satisfied chuckle. “Of course you don’t. You need this ass fucked hard. You want to be impaled on me so that when you sit down later, you’ll remember exactly whose dick was buried in your ass.”

I dropped the paddle onto the cowboy’s back one last time. I was done with that. It was time to take everything I wanted from this man. Gripping his hips, I began to fuck him harder, deeper, faster. I let their combined moans become the backdrop as I worked him over. It was highly satisfying to know the pretty boy was watching us, his cock so damn hard, brutally tortured by that crown of thorns.

It was a wonder the steel-framed spanking bench remained in place even as I pummeled the cowboy with my cock. A fine sheen of sweat coated my skin as the stirrings of my release ignited. I allowed the sensation to consume me, radiating through my entire being before I considered letting myself go.

“One of these days I’m gonna take your ass without a condom, cowboy. I’m gonna plow you bare so we can both feel the intensity of your tight ass squeezing the life out of me.”

His muscles tightened as he groaned, and I knew he was damn close to coming. I hadn’t restricted him from coming, but I hadn’t given permission, either. Since the rules and protocols he signed last night said he would ask permission, I could only hope he’d read the fine print. Otherwise, he would find out what punishment at my hands looked like. And despite the way I roughly used his body, he would think this was heaven compared to the hell I would put him through.

“Fuck,” I growled, gripping his hips tighter. “I’m gonna come, cowboy. Then I’m gonna bend your boyfriend in half and take him the same way. Hard, rough. How does that make you feel? You wanna watch me fuck the pretty boy’s ass?”

The cowboy nodded as best he could, his deep moans bellowing out of him. I plowed into him several more times before I stilled, draining my balls in the warm depths of his body. The condom was necessary, but a hindrance all the same.