I allowed my attention to stray back to the television. At least that would keep my libido from drying up right away.
I worked myself slowly with my left hand. I couldn’t use my right because of the vampire glove that covered it. I tested out the feel on my thigh. All those little tacks that poked out along the fingers and thumb definitely turned me off the idea of trying. Obviously, Zeke’s intention. When it came to jacking off, I was ambidextrous. Neither hand saw more action than the other. However, I did usually alternate. Since that wasn’t an option, I could only hope my arm wouldn’t tire before this was all over.
More moaning came from the television. A few rough commands, the man speaking about eating his partner’s ass. My insides started to coil tightly and I fought it. I couldn’t come until the chime sounded, and at this point, I had no idea when that would be. I probably should’ve started counting down so I could predict it. Unfortunately, there were too many distractions.
Taking deep, cleansing breaths, I relaxed against the cushions, the rubber-backed blanket squeaking against the leather when I shifted. I stroked myself leisurely, imagining I was sitting here watching Zeke and Case share a meal. The sounds from the television intensified. Grunts and groans, pleasure being sought.
The next thing I knew, the chime sounded and I raced against time to get myself off. Once again, I thought about Zeke and Case, imaging Case on his knees taking Zeke’s big dick in his mouth. The way the two of them looked, all those tattoos on their sweat-drenched skin. The intensity in Zeke’s black gaze as he stared at Case, willing him to get him off. Several more strokes and I came, warmth splattering on my stomach.
This time, no one said anything. I started to wonder if I hadn’t come in time. Was that more than a minute? Was I already doomed? Was Zeke prepping my dog costume while I sat here and caught my breath?
I couldn’t ask because of the gag, so I had to assume I was safe. That was the only way I would be able to continue.
Admittedly, this was a mind fuck like no other. I’d mistakenly thought this would be a simple task. I could come without even touching my dick, so using my hand was easy, right? It was as normal to me as breathing, something I’d been doing since I was a lusty teenager who didn’t understand his own body.
I teased myself from time to time, cupping my balls, then swiping over the sensitive head of my dick, once again wondering why I hadn’t started counting when I was finished. Had it been two minutes? Ten? Would that damn chime sound any second now? Could I come again if it did?
The sounds from the television were still assaulting me. Only now the man was verbally humiliating his partner. It was evident they were fucking at this point, and it sounded brutal. That helped to amp me up.
But should I be ready to shoot again? Or did I still have time? I didn’t want to get too close before it was allowed.
As I was thinking, a sensation erupted in my ass. I’d almost forgotten about that damn prostate massager. Right up until it began vibrating against that sensitive spot inside me that had my spine tingling, a glorious electric sensation causing the hair on my arms to stand on end. It was pleasure and pain morphing into bliss.
I moaned, caught completely off guard by the pure pleasure it ignited. I gripped my dick, squeezing firmly. I couldn’t come until the chime sounded. I figured that wasn’t going to happen because this would be just another way for Zeke to torture me. To send me closer to the edge when it wasn’t allowed.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck!
TWENTY-TWO
ZEKE
I WAS IMPRESSED.
The cowboy was halfway through his punishment, and all five times, he’d come on command like a good little fuck toy.
However, it was obvious he was tiring. He could only use one hand thanks to the vampire glove, and I was sure the muscles in his forearm and wrist were growing weaker. Not to mention, the overstimulation he was receiving from the television and the prostate massager.
But there was still time. I had no doubt he would fail. After all, I hadn’t set this up for him to succeed. That was part of the punishment. He would spend the entire weekend crawling around on hands and knees like a dog. That was the sort of punishment he could expect from me. This was simply the mind fuck that would allow us to get there.
“You clean up,” I ordered the pretty boy. “Then join me in the living room.” I smiled over at him. “But first I want you to strip.”
