My dick stirred because … well, because I was in a kink club and Zeke Lautner was kneeling in front of me. While he deftly hooked me in place, I didn’t say a word, but my heart raced like a prized thoroughbred after the Kentucky Derby.
Case was the next to be positioned. Again, Zeke never said a word, moving him into position, restraining him the same way he’d restrained me. We were standing beside one another, my right hand almost touching Case’s left.
Of course, we’d drawn quite the audience already and the exhibitionist in me—as well as my dick—was rather enticed by all the eyes shifting and searching, taking it all in. That was the nature of a club like this. People gathered around to watch the scenes that appealed to them. And anytime Zeke did a scene, it was always packed.
Still, Zeke never said a word as he went over to the large leather bag he had sitting on a nearby table. He laid out a few things, but from the angle I was at, I couldn’t tell what they were. Likely his plan.
Several more minutes passed before Zeke came back around to stand in front of us.
“From this moment on, you are fuck toys and nothing more. Tell me, are you here of your own volition?”
“Yes, Zeke,” I said instantly, Case’s agreement coming at the same time.
He pointed his hand toward me. “Here in the club, you have a safe word. Only because it’s required. Tell me your safe word, fuck toy.”
The term fuck toy was not one I’d had anyone use on me before. Generally, my previous play partners had called me sub or boy. This was interesting, to say the least. A bit of mind fuckery, I figured.
“Red, Zeke.”
He did the same to Case, earning the same answer.
“If at any time you need to use it, I expect you to. As for after the scene, everyone knows I don’t do aftercare. So, I’ve enlisted the help of Mistress Jane and Mistress D. They will take care of you. If you have a problem with that, I’ll release you now.”
“No issue, Zeke,” I told him when he pinned those black eyes on me. Case verbalized the same.
I found it interesting that Zeke had selected Dommes to tend to our aftercare. Considering Case and I were not bisexual—which I had to believe Zeke knew—there would be nothing arousing about aftercare with a female. Had he done that on purpose? Or was I merely reading more into it?
Probably the latter.
Zeke stepped forward and gripped my jaw the same way he’d done to Case earlier. His fingers were tight, digging into my skin and pressing along the bones. It was rough and it hurt and my cock thickened as soon as the pain registered.
“You are only to speak when you are spoken to, fuck toy. If I ask you a question, you answer. Otherwise, your mouth should remain shut. I do not want to hear anything from you. Fuck toys do not speak. Understood?”
I managed a strained, “Yes, Zeke.”
He studied my face momentarily before releasing me and moving over to Case. Once he got that part out of the way, he turned back to his bag.
I’d noticed Zeke never addressed the room when he was doing a scene. Some Doms explained what their intentions were and what they expected from their submissive. Zeke didn’t pay attention to anyone else and I knew absolutely no one would make a sound during the scene either.
Otherwise, what we were getting from him would be child’s play compared to what he would do to them.
And yes, my dick was still hard.
EIGHT
ZEKE
AFTER CAREFUL CONSIDERATION, I OPTED for something special tonight. A thick plug to go along with a little bit of cock and ball torture to induct my new fuck toys into my world. It wouldn’t take long before they understood exactly what they could expect from me.
And I’d started thinking of them as mine ever since I left their apartment. I wouldn’t be keeping them in the long term, but provided they were still willing once this was over, I would own them for a while. How long was yet to be seen. I tended to avoid putting time limits on my endeavors because one never knew how things would go. Maybe a day, two. Perhaps a week. A month. I doubted they would hold my interest for any longer than that.
They never did.
After walking around them a few more times, I grabbed the bottle of silicone lubricant and a latex glove. I liked silicone because it didn’t dry out easily, and since this wasn’t going to end quickly, I had to take care of my property.
I stood in front of them as I snapped on the glove. It was all part of the game. The mind fuck. Not knowing what my plan was only built their anticipation. And while I did receive intense pleasure from abusing my toys, it only worked if they got something in return. It was all about the power exchange, the mutual desire—one to top, the other to bottom. Or in this case, two bottoms.
