After several minutes of turning his ass a bright shade of red, Zeke set the paddle down and retrieved a rubber glove. He pulled it onto his left hand, then resumed using the paddle again. A minute later, he paused once more, generously lubricating the fingers of his gloved hand.
“Let’s see just how tight this asshole is,” Zeke prompted before pushing one lubed finger into Brax’s ass.
My cock jerked and swelled, drawing a ragged moan from me as the spikes pressed into the sensitive nerves under the head of my cock.
Zeke turned to look at me, another vicious smirk on his face. He shifted positions so I could see everything he was doing to Brax. The way he began fucking him with one finger, then two had Brax and me both groaning. It wasn’t long before Zeke was scissoring his fingers, stretching Brax’s asshole, and he wasn’t gentle about it. He pounded his hand against Brax, thrusting those big digits in deep.
“It’s not enough, is it?” Zeke asked, turning his attention to Brax.
Brax moaned something no one could understand, but I could hear the plea in his tone. He wanted more.
Hell, I wanted more.
“You like this, pretty boy?”
I cut my eyes over to Zeke.
“You like watching me fuck his ass with my fingers? You want to see my cock shoved in there? Giving him the sort of pleasure you’ll never be capable of giving him?”
I shook my head although part of me did want to see it. The logical side of my brain said no because Brax belonged to me. He was mine in every way that mattered. The idea of Zeke claiming him had my insides coiling tighter.
“It’s killing you, isn’t it?” Zeke taunted. “The idea of me impaling his ass, shoving my dick so deep his thoughts of you are replaced with me. When he cries out in his mind, it’s my name he screams. Not yours.”
Oh, fuck. My cock jerked. The humiliation in those words ran deep, but they were effective.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Zeke shifted once more, his fingers still buried in Brax’s ass. He moved so he could pick up the paddle. And while he thrust roughly into Brax’s ass, he began paddling his flesh in earnest.
By the time Zeke yanked his fingers from Brax’s asshole and stripped off the glove, I was sweating, my body rock hard.
Zeke produced a condom from his pocket, and a minute later, he had stripped his own jeans off, sheathed that enormous cock, and lubed himself up.
“Watch closely, pretty boy. Watch while I use him and abuse him. I guarantee, this’ll be the best fucking he’s ever had. The next time you fuck him, he’s going to be screaming my name because I’ll be etched in his memory forever.”
Brax moaned when Zeke aligned the head of his cock with his ass. Without preamble, Zeke shoved in deep, stopping when he was lodged to the root. Brax’s head moved back and forth the small amount he was allowed as he cried out. But not once did he use that bell. He was loving this as much as I was.
Fuck him. Pound his ass.
Those were the words screaming in my head as Zeke stood motionless, his hands kneading Brax’s blistered ass as he spread his cheeks apart. He pulled out slowly, seemingly fixated on his glistening cock as it retreated, allowing those muscles to tighten before he pushed in again.
It was a damn good thing I was restrained. Otherwise, I would’ve been jacking my cock to the rhythm of Zeke’s thrusts.
For a fraction of a second, I might’ve even been a tad jealous that it wasn’t my ass Zeke was ramming his big dick into.
THIRTEEN
ZEKE
CHRIST ALMIGHTY!
The cowboy’s asshole was strangling my dick and it felt so damn good. I’d known it would when I had fucked his ass with my fingers, burying them in deep while ensuring I massaged his prostate frequently. His muscles had locked tightly around my fingers as he tried desperately to buck against the restraints.
The cowboy was moaning loudly now, his words muffled by the gag. It was obvious he wanted more than I was giving him. Which was the exact reason I was taking my time. Well, that and I’d seen the look in the pretty boy’s eyes when I’d started finger-fucking his lover’s ass. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but it turned him on nonetheless.
I would give the cowboy everything I had, but not yet.
For now, I would simply enjoy myself. They would learn that I wasn’t an expedient man. I didn’t fuck simply to get off. I wanted that edge that came with a release. The buildup, the pure torture as my balls tightened and my muscles coiled.
Since the cowboy’s ass was positioned at the perfect height for me to drive into him, I took the opportunity to pick up the paddle again. His ass was a deep cherry red already, but I wasn’t sure he’d had his fill. I smacked him every so often as I plunged my hips forward, filling him completely.
