Time continued to crawl by as I sucked and licked, stroked and squeezed Zeke’s enormous dick. I’d somehow gotten lost in the rhythmic movement, so when Zeke’s hand curled around my head, it startled me.
“Wrap your lips around me and suck,” he ordered. “Close your mouth.”
I did and Zeke took over, holding my head as he forced his cock in deep.
“Relax your throat.”
It was relaxed, but I couldn’t tell him that.
“Take more of me, pretty boy.” His tone was firm, lacking any emotion—aside from that patronizing superiority when he said pretty boy—whatsoever. “All the way in your throat.”
Yeah. I wasn’t sure that was even possible, but I couldn’t argue with him filling my airway, the head of his dick brushing my tonsils. Every movement was controlled. Every thrust of his hips. Every pull of my head. He was using me. I was merely an orifice for his pleasure.
I fucking loved every second of it.
He became rougher as the minutes ticked by, but still controlled. He knew what he wanted and he was bound to take it from me. I was more than willing, eager. I wanted him to come down my throat, to taste him.
His cock pulsed a few times and I sensed he was close, but there was no sound coming from him. No grunts, no groans of pleasure. He used me roughly, fucking my mouth in earnest now, driving deep into my throat. I would gag and he would retreat but only slightly before pushing in deep again. My lips were burning from being stretched thin, but I had no way of asking him to stop.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned. “And you’re gonna drink it all down.”
I moaned softly, encouraging him.
The force intensified and then he jerked my head all the way forward, my nose brushing his pubic hair, his cock brutalizing my throat. It was only when I thought I would pass out that I felt him shudder, his dick pulsing as hot cum splashed into my mouth. His cock head filled my throat and he groaned long and low.
He retreated shortly thereafter, releasing my head and staring down at me. My eyes watered from having my airway blocked.
“Now what do you say, fuck toy?”
I locked my gaze with his as I swallowed, my throat raw from his abuse. “Thank you, Zeke.”
The approval I saw in his black eyes was all I needed. And I got the feeling it was all I would get.
ELEVEN
ZEKE
Saturday, October 13
I WOKE ON SATURDAY MORNING feeling as though I’d slept in a strange place. I figured it had to do with the fact there were people in my house. I was used to solitude. Just me and Tank. My subconscious seemed to know that the cowboy and the pretty boy were there, although I couldn’t see them.
Having observed them at dinner, I opted out of having them sleep in the cage beneath my bed. I could tell they were exhausted, likely more so from their trip than the scene at the club. I wasn’t one to be gentle on my toys, but I figured a full night’s sleep would be good for them. It would prepare them for what I had in store.
The sound of metal clinking on metal mixed with the deep baritone of male voices rang up the stairs. Since I’d given the cowboy instructions to cook breakfast, I could only assume he was extremely obedient. I figured Tank was down there keeping him company because he was no longer sprawled out along the foot of the bed.
I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand.
“Fuck,” I grumbled. It was already eleven o’clock. Granted, it had been a late night—I hadn’t closed my eyes until right around three—but it wasn’t like me to sleep late, regardless.
So, maybe the cowboy was making lunch, instead.
With the curtains pulled back, the sun shone in, the golden rays bouncing off the water of the lake a few yards below. I had bought the house for the view alone. It settled something inside me. I spent plenty of time out on the deck or in the yard simply admiring the view.
My stomach growled, a direct response to the scent of bacon wafting up the stairs. Having enjoyed the cowboy’s cooking last night, I was curious as to what he would come up with this morning. While beef stroganoff wouldn’t have been my first choice, I certainly couldn’t complain.
Swinging my legs over the bed, I stretched before heading into the bathroom to take a piss. My eyes fixed on the shower, the memory of the pretty boy on his knees. That fuck toy gave a phenomenal blow job, that was for damn sure. I’d fully intended to take my pleasure from both of them, but when I’d noticed the cowboy could hardly keep his eyes open during the meal, I’d decided to wait.
