The cowboy’s dark green eyes were wide with genuine fear. He knew I was serious.
And I suspected he also knew that coming four times an hour wasn’t going to be nearly as easy as one would think.
*
Brax
(The cowboy)
FUCK.
When I decided to request Zeke’s punishment, I obviously hadn’t considered how sadistic the man truly was. While my brain and my body were willing, I knew it was going to become difficult the more time that passed.
“Do you understand?” Zeke asked.
“Yes, Zeke.”
“Explain it back to me.”
“When the chime sounds, I have one minute to come. This will last for two hours after the first time I come. If I do not meet the requirements, I will spend the entire weekend as a dog.”
That was the part that scared me the most. Having to crawl around on all fours was one thing, but having to piss and shit outside and to eat from a bowl on the floor, not being allowed to bathe… That was a horrifying notion.
Part of me wished I’d listened to Case and headed back to the apartment, leaving Zeke in the past. However, I knew I couldn’t do that. I had to see this through, and quite frankly, this punishment would be a good incentive to not fail him again. That didn’t mean I wouldn’t do everything in my power to avoid it. I had one chance, and I couldn’t blow it.
Zeke skirted the coffee table then leaned over and placed the harness over my face. The blindfold covered my eyes, blocking out all the light. The ball gag filled my mouth, making it impossible to speak.
“At no time will you be left alone,” Zeke said as he connected the buckle at the back of my head. “Your only responsibility is to do as you’ve been instructed.”
I mumbled my affirmation around the gag.
“I suggest you start stroking, cowboy. You’ve got less than a minute before that chime goes off.”
Fuck.
I gripped my dick with my left hand, stroking firmly. I was already hard, so it wouldn’t take much to get me off the first time. Simply being in the same room with Case and Zeke did it for me. Not to mention, I’d been so worked up from Zeke fucking Case on the kitchen table last night. I probably could’ve relieved my tension today, but I hadn’t.
So, here I was, sitting on the sofa, naked while they were both dressed, blindfolded while they watched, and gagged while they could speak freely. It left me with a heightened sense of vulnerability. Oddly enough, I liked it.
I was getting used to the sensation of my hand when I felt something cold land on my dick. I hissed when the lube coated my skin. At least he’d given me that. I figured after two hours of stroking myself, I would have friction burn at the very least.
I had no choice but to block out everything since I couldn’t see. I allowed my mind to drift, pretending my hand was Case’s. He was stroking me roughly, just the way I liked it. My breaths increased, pure bliss coiling inside me. I would be ready when—
The chime sounded and I felt a sudden sense of panic. Seconds felt like hours and the familiar jerk of my hand became foreign, as though I hadn’t spent a large portion of my life getting myself off. I tried to block out my thoughts, working myself into a frenzy. I thought about Zeke and Case, the way they looked when Zeke was fucking him. How their giant bodies came together, Zeke’s dick inching deep inside Case’s ass.
I came in a rush, my lungs expanding and contracting, matching the rapid pace of my heart.
“Very good, cowboy,” Zeke said, his tone full of approval. “Your two hours starts now. Remember, you’ll have fifteen minutes. You are not allowed to come until you hear the chime.”
I nodded, although I wasn’t sure whether he was looking at me or not.
“Come on, pretty boy. Let’s eat. Oh, one more thing.”
I heard footsteps, but I wasn’t sure who it was or where they were going. A second later, the television came on. It sounded like the nightly news, but that stopped a moment later. The next thing I heard was moaning and groaning. I smiled to myself. He’d turned on porn. A man’s voice sounded. He was giving instructions. His tone was rough, angry almost. He was ordering his charge to open wider, to take his cock.
I hadn’t anticipated this. The sounds alone were making my dick hard once more. I was hoping to take advantage of some of the downtime. Fifteen minutes would be plenty of time to recover. Except now I had the insane urge to stroke my dick.
The clink of silverware on glass sounded from across the room and the glorious aroma of prime rib wafted through the air. I took that to mean Zeke and Case were eating. I heard the soft rumble of voices, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying because the television was turned up loud.
