Page 112 of Their Ruthless Sadist (Office Intrigue Duet 5)
Because oddly enough, I was enjoying it.
Right up until Zeke smacked my balls.
TWENTY-EIGHT
ZEKE
Tuesday, October 30
“WHEN YOU’RE FINISHED CLEANING UP, join me in the living room,” I instructed my fuck toys after we’d consumed one of the best meals the cowboy had cooked thus far.
He seemed to be working hard to ensure he pleased me, and I couldn’t deny he was doing a good job. It didn’t go unnoticed, either. Hence the reason I had something rather pleasant in store for them this evening. Something that would allow me to sit back and relax. I was going to take advantage of watching them torment one another.
I flopped onto the sofa and flipped on the television. Rather than finding one of the legal dramas I enjoyed, I flipped it to porn. I mean, why not? It was meaningless, and since it would merely be a backdrop to my plan, I figured what the hell.
I could admit, I was loosening up a bit around them. My guard wasn’t as firmly in place as it had been before. I still refused to think of them by name, but that wasn’t uncommon. I’d known the damn waitress at the diner for roughly three years and I still thought of her as the waitress.
However, I didn’t find myself thinking about her the way I was constantly thinking about my fuck toys. Day, night. At home, at work. It didn’t matter. They were always on my mind. We’d settled into a routine and I’d come to trust them enough that I allowed Tank to stay home with them when they weren’t going to be coming and going all day. It was working for us for whatever reason.
The cowboy appeared before the pretty boy. When he went to sit down on the sofa, I stopped him with a hand.
“Don’t sit. I’ve got something for you.”
His eyes wandered around me as though he expected me to have his surprise behind my back.
“Lift up the towel,” I said, motioning toward the hand towel I had laid on the coffee table.
The cowboy raised it and revealed my most recent purchases. There on the table were two ball stretchers and a handful of small circular weights that would be added for maximum discomfort.
Emerald eyes took it all in before looking up at me.
“What’s goin’ on?” the pretty boy asked when he joined us a few seconds later.
His gaze fell to the table and a smile pulled at his lips.
“This looks like fun,” he said with a chuckle.
“It will be,” I confirmed. “For me. Now strip each other. And do it slowly. This show is all for me, and I expect you to keep that in mind from this point forward.”
“Yes, Zeke,” the pretty boy said with a certain level of enthusiasm.
He turned to the cowboy and stepped closer, his hands rising so he could slide beneath his T-shirt. He didn’t rush, simply pulled the cowboy to him before kissing him gently.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had the pleasure of undressing you,” the pretty boy said.
I liked that he could pretend I wasn’t there. It heightened the voyeurism aspect for me.
The cowboy clearly wasn’t finished kissing, because he pulled the pretty boy into him and crushed their mouths together. They were a fumble of hands and lips for a minute or two, working their shirts up higher on their chests until they had to break apart to remove them.
There was something fascinating about the two of them together. They seemed to fit well, as though they were two puzzle pieces that had been designed to go together. The way they touched, moved, kissed. It wasn’t choreographed, but it didn’t have to be. It worked for them and I liked that I had the opportunity to watch.
Once their shirts were removed, they were kissing again, hands fumbling as their body temperatures heated from the steady groping. Another few minutes passed before they managed to relieve each other of their jeans, both men breathing roughly.
“Now, I want you each to put the ball stretcher on the other. This one’s relatively easy. It’s in an upside-down U-shape, which will allow it to hook around the top of the scrotum.”
Neither man said anything as they each took one of the ball stretchers. These were stainless steel rods that had been formed into a unique design. They resembled a very skinny inverted U. The top was curved forward so that it would hook over the ball sac and remain in place while the long rods hung behind their balls and down about five inches or so between their legs. There was a chain that dangled from each rod, which would allow weights to be added.
“When you’re putting it on him, I want you on your knees,” I instructed.
The pretty boy dropped to the floor, his eyes wide with amusement.
