Page 75 of Their Ruthless Sadist

“Yes, Zeke.”

I took a small step back because the conviction in his tone caught me off guard. The cowboy was serious, and that was the problem.

He honestly believed the pretty boy wanted me more than he wanted him.

Case (the pretty boy)

After spending the better part of the morning with Trent, I had finally finished up and hurried back to Zeke’s so I could be with Brax when the movers arrived. He had mentioned wanting to get a few things—clothes, cologne, personal shit we’d packed rather than carried with us—before we locked it all up.

When I walked into the house, I noticed Tank on the sofa. He lifted his head enough to acknowledge me, but he didn’t move. Clearly I wasn’t a threat.

There on the kitchen table was Zeke’s laptop, but he was nowhere in sight. Since Zeke’s truck was out front, I knew he was still here. And since I had taken Brax’s car, he would’ve had no way to leave, so I assumed he was around, also.

“Where’d they go, boy?” I asked Tank, knowing he wouldn’t respond.

I paused by the stairs to listen for noises coming from upstairs or down. I heard a muffled grunt, so I moved over to the basement stairs. When it sounded again, I knew I’d found them.

I started down the stairs, and the sounds grew louder. Voices could be heard along with a strange whirring sound. I took one step at a time, moving slower, smiling at the idea of watching them scene together. I did enjoy watching Zeke torment him. Especially those times when he forced Brax to come on command.

Of course, last night had been weird. Like a battle of wits between Brax and Zeke, and I’d been caught in the middle. Not that I’d necessarily minded, but it had been rather awkward for Brax to be forced to watch Zeke fuck me.

I stopped on the stairs when Zeke’s voice echoed from below.

“What? You’re jealous that I’m fucking your boyfriend? Is that it? You don’t like the idea that he gets off on it? Do you think I give him more attention than I give you?”

“Yes, Zeke,” Brax replied.

“He needs me,” Zeke stated. “He needs what only I can give him. That’s why you’re here, right? So I can give you both what you can’t give each other?”

“Yes, Zeke.”

“Do you think he wants me more than he wants you?”

“Yes, Zeke.”

My legs turned rubbery beneath me when I heard the torment in Brax’s voice. He was serious. Zeke might’ve been taunting him, but Brax was speaking the truth. He wasn’t playing a role; he wasn’t trying to push Zeke to give him what he needed. Brax honestly believed that I wanted Zeke more than him.

How could that be possible?

How could he doubt my love for him?

For the past three nights, I had curled up to sleep with Brax in my arms. I hadn’t cared about the fucking torture device on my dick or the fact that we were being treated like animals, forced to sleep in a cage beneath Zeke’s bed. I would take that any day over having to sleep separately from Brax.

And he thought I wanted Zeke more?

“What do you think he’d say right now if he came home to find you hooked up to that machine? That dildo penetrating your ass? Do you think he’d be jealous?”

“No, Zeke.”

“Do you want him to be jealous, cowboy? Do you want the pretty boy to see you like this, to know you willingly crawled up on that table like a dog, let me strap you down so I could impale you with a fucking machine?”

“Yes, Zeke.”

There was a long pause, and I couldn’t stay still any longer. I continued down the steps until I was in the basement with them. There was Brax, shackled to a table while a dildo hooked to a rod fucked into his ass. Zeke stood in front of him, far enough away that they could continue to make eye contact.

“What do you think would make him jealous, cowboy? What would make him hurt the way you’re hurting?”

“I don’t know, Zeke.”