Page 111 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
“Yes, Zeke,” I said on a harsh exhale.
Why he opted to hook me up first, I wasn’t sure. My breath lodged in my throat when I felt the cold wood as he shifted one side in place. A humbler was a handmade torture device that secured a man’s ball sac between two pieces of wood that were locked together. It was only the length of both of my thighs, curved so that it fit against the backs of my legs, which kept it in place.
Zeke’s warm hands curled around my balls, pulling them away from my body. I could feel the press of the wood against my thighs, where it horizontally curved across the tops of my legs, right beneath my ass cheeks. When my balls pressed against the wood, I sighed, but that quickly transformed into pain as they were compressed by the two pieces of wood. Not crushed completely, but there wasn’t much room, that was for damn sure.
I groaned softly, inching my knees closer to my chest to keep the damn thing from pulling too hard. I gave up trying to hold myself up with my arms, choosing to rest my chest on the floor. The smaller I made myself, the less painful it was.
However, it also meant my ass was completely vulnerable to whatever Zeke had in mind.
“Your turn, pretty boy.”
Case didn’t make a sound as Zeke got the device set up. Before he was done, Case had taken up the same position as me. I was looking at him and he was looking at me. That was a nice twist. At least I would be able to watch his expressions.
“Very nice,” Zeke said, his tone full of approval. “I definitely like this.”
His footsteps sounded on the hardwood but I couldn’t turn to see where he went. The sound of him rummaging through a drawer had anticipation curling inside me.
“Today you’re gonna experience my crop,” Zeke said, his voice deep, his words unhurried. “This particular one is my favorite. Split leather end, which adds a bite.”
Ah, damn.
“Just remember, if you move, that humbler’s gonna pull your balls.”
Yeah. That was a reminder I didn’t need. Unfortunately, it was likely inevitable since that crop was going to be vicious. I could already imagine myself jerking forward, attempting to get away from the sting. It would’ve been easier if Zeke had restrained me. Of course, that defeated the purpose of the humbler.
Damn it.
“Hmm. Who should go first?” he mused, his footsteps sounding behind me.
I felt the leather stroke across my ass as he passed. I held my breath, anticipating the first slap. It didn’t come and my nerves ratcheted up, dread warring with anticipation.
Suddenly, a loud smack had me flinching. I inhaled, but the sting never came. Beside me, Case closed his eyes and moaned, a smile tugging on his lips.
Again, I waited, expecting to be hit next, but still it didn’t come. Then a loud smack and Case moaned again. I was driving myself insane waiting for impact. Zeke obviously knew what he was doing, because when that crop hit Case, I couldn’t keep myself from flinching, the humbler tugging on my ball sac. It wasn’t painful but it could be if I moved too much.
Before I could inhale, a slap sounded and this time the pain rained down on my ass. I moaned softly, surprised by how much I enjoyed it. Case’s eyes were open, focused on me. I felt a strange connection with him right then. He was my anchor in the sea of chaos.
While the pain sank in, I breathed in and out, letting it consume me. I was just getting used to it when another slap sounded, but it wasn’t on me this time.
The anticipation was the hardest part. I had no idea what Zeke would do or when. The next few minutes ticked by painfully slowly. Zeke hit me several times, but not nearly as much as Case. I could see the euphoria on my boyfriend’s face. He was enjoying this immensely.
Suddenly, the crop bit into my ass again and again, over and over as Zeke hit me numerous times. The pain was intense, all-encompassing. I hissed and groaned, forcing my body to remain as still as possible. The pleasure radiated through me, again surprising me with its intensity.
Zeke landed the same blows on Case in rapid succession until he was gritting his teeth, his eyes closed. Still, he looked peaceful, as though this was exactly what he needed.
There was something eerily calming about this moment, bent over and held captive by that torture device while Zeke landed swat after swat on each of us. Part of me wondered if maybe there wasn’t a reason for Case’s need for pain. That he hadn’t experienced something at some point in his life that drove him this direction. Maybe he simply enjoyed how it felt.
