Page 54 of Their Ruthless Sadist

“Get comfortable,” Zeke said with a devious snarl. “You’re gonna be here a while.”

Brax shifted a couple of times, and the moment he stilled, Zeke went to work strapping him down. His wrists were cuffed so his hands wouldn’t move, two straps were pulled over his back—one over his shoulder blades, the other right above his ass—and tightly secured so he couldn’t lift up his chest. His calves were then banded to the bench beneath his knees and then his ankles, keeping his legs firmly in place. And finally, Zeke hooked something to Brax’s collar, which kept him from moving his head to the side. He was forced to look forward, unable to see what Zeke would be doing to him.

From my position on the wall, I had a perfect view of Brax’s ass, which was pointed upward as though in offering. I’d fucked that ass many, many times, and I would never tire of seeing him in that position. His thick cock and heavy balls hung down, completely vulnerable to Zeke’s devious intentions.

“I went easy on you at the club last night, cowboy,” Zeke told him as he walked around, admiring his handiwork. “You’re not gonna be so lucky this go-round.”

I couldn’t see Brax’s face, but I could tell by the relaxed position of his body, he was okay with that.

Zeke disappeared into that closet once more, and when he returned, he was carrying a silicone paddle and a ball gag. He paused at the door, then reached over and turned up the music. It was loud, but not so loud that we wouldn’t hear Zeke talking.

He laid the paddle across Brax’s back, then went to work fixing the gag into his mouth. It was a constant reminder of the gag I currently had stuffed in my mouth. I could moan and groan all I wanted, but it wouldn’t make a damn bit of difference. Aside from that, I was pretty much limited to drooling, and the more I tried to say something, the more I would. Not a pretty sight.

I was effectively trussed up with no means of escape. And the thought alone made my dick hard. Something I was completely aware of since I could feel the pinprick of those steel screws poking into my dick. It wasn’t unpleasant—yet—which, again, was a testament to how warped and twisted I was.

Zeke squatted in front of Brax and held up a bell similar to the one he had put in my hand. “There are no safe words. So, unless you are bleeding or a bone is breaking, you better not use this.” Zeke’s smile was pure evil. “Considering your mouth is full, this is the only way I’ll know.”

After tucking the bell into Brax’s hand, he stood and moved behind him. He took the silicone paddle and turned to face me. The man didn’t say anything, but I could tell he wanted me to be fully aware of what he was about to do. He smirked, then turned his attention back to Brax.

I found myself holding my breath when Zeke set the paddle on the small of Brax’s back before kneading his ass firmly. He pinched and grabbed his flesh, plumping it. The circulation would be stimulated, which would make that damn paddle feel like the devil himself had taken to his ass.

Zeke picked up the paddle again and stepped to the side before rearing back and landing it firmly on Brax’s ass. Brax cried out—the sound muffled by the gag—his body jerking. Zeke swatted him several more times. The music pulsing in the room added to the intensity. It wasn’t loud, but it was effective. By no means did it block out the sound of that silicone slapping against Brax’s firm ass.

After several swats, Zeke reached between Brax’s legs and fisted his cock.

“I take it you enjoy having your ass beat,” he said, pumping Brax’s dick a few times before landing several more swats. He continued this for several minutes until Brax was effectively squirming, moaning unintelligible things through the gag in his mouth.

“I do like how red your ass gets, cowboy.” Zeke slapped him again and again. He wasn’t pulling any punches as he shifted and moved so as not to focus on the same spot. By warning Brax that he wouldn’t go easy, it was as though Zeke had all the permission he needed. Then again, he did because Brax and I had given it to him unconditionally.

After several minutes of turning his ass a bright shade of red, Zeke set the paddle down and retrieved a rubber glove. He pulled it onto his left hand, then resumed using the paddle again. A minute later, he paused once more, generously lubricating the fingers of his gloved hand.

“Let’s see just how tight this asshole is,” Zeke prompted before pushing one lubed finger into Brax’s ass.

My cock jerked and swelled, drawing a ragged moan from me as the spikes pressed into the sensitive nerves under the head of my cock.

Zeke turned to look at me, another vicious smirk on his face. He shifted positions so I could see everything he was doing to Brax. The way he began fucking him with one finger, then two, had Brax and me both groaning. It wasn’t long before Zeke was scissoring his fingers, stretching Brax’s asshole, and he wasn’t gentle about it. He pounded his hand against Brax, thrusting those big digits in deep.

“It’s not enough, is it?” Zeke asked, turning his attention to Brax.

Brax moaned something no one could understand, but I could hear the plea in his tone. He wanted more.

Hell, I wanted more.

“You like this, pretty boy?”

I cut my eyes over to Zeke.

“You like watching me fuck his ass with my fingers? You want to see my cock shoved in there? Giving him the sort of pleasure you’ll never be capable of giving him?”

I shook my head, although part of me did want to see it. The logical side of my brain said no because Brax belonged to me. He was mine in every way that mattered. The idea of Zeke claiming him had my insides coiling tighter.

“It’s killing you, isn’t it?” Zeke taunted. “The idea of me impaling his ass, shoving my dick so deep his thoughts of you are replaced with me. When he cries out in his mind, it’s my name he screams. Not yours.”

Oh, fuck. My cock jerked. The humiliation in those words ran deep, but they were effective.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Zeke shifted once more, his fingers still buried in Brax’s ass. He moved so he could pick up the paddle. And while he thrust roughly into Brax’s ass, he began paddling his flesh in earnest.