Page 150 of Their Ruthless Sadist

Busted.

I looked over at the sexy Sadist, waiting for a reprimand. Since we weren’t doing what he’d instructed, I figured punishment was in order. I kind of hoped it was. Although without the dog mask for either of us.

“Hmm.” He took a step closer. “It looks to me like you’ve got too much time on your hands. Maybe I should put those hands to good use.”

Brax and I turned to face him.

“What’d you have in mind?” I asked.

“Let’s start with both of you stripping me. Then you can wash me and yourselves. After that, I want you on my bed. I think some mouth action is in order. I’ll watch you suck each other for a bit.”

His words alone had my cock rock hard in an instant.

Brax was the first to move over to him. He reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it. With Zeke’s help, we got him stripped down to nothing and then followed him into the shower.

We took our time cleaning him. Of course, there was some groping involved. I might’ve teased him a little more than I should. It had earned me a hard smack on my ass, which had only turned me on more. Once we were cleaned, rinsed, and dried, I took Brax’s hand and led him into the bedroom. Perhaps with a little more enthusiasm than was necessary.

“I want to feel your mouth on my dick,” I told Brax when he positioned himself over me, his cock above my face.

“Likewise,” he groaned when I reached for him, wrapping my lips around the swollen head.

Zeke joined us a few minutes later, openly ogling us as he walked around the bed. His hands moved over us as though he couldn’t resist touching.

I had no idea how much time passed while Brax and I sixty-nined one another, but it was a while. During that time, I tried to focus, but it wasn’t easy. Not when Brax’s wicked mouth was doing wonderful things to my dick. It didn’t help when Zeke began finger-fucking my ass, either. I knew he was doing the same to Brax, alternating between us until we were doing more moaning than sucking.

“Pretty boy, I want you on your hands and knees.”

Brax’s cock retreated from my mouth as he moved off of me. I quickly flipped over, tempted to grind my cock against the mattress to find a modicum of relief. I was so fucking hard I hurt, and I needed to be fucked.

“Cowboy, it’s your turn to be sandwiched between us.”

Brax moaned as though that was the best news ever.

I glanced over my shoulder to see Brax retrieving the lube and coating his dick before quickly kneeling behind me. When his cock brushed against my anus, I pushed back against him, urging him to fuck me.

“Patience, baby,” Brax crooned. “I promise, you’ll get what you need.”

“Yeah, but not soon enough,” I groaned. “I need you both now.”

Zeke’s voice sounded from behind me. “Let me watch you enter him.”

I knew he was talking to Brax, and I could feel at least three hands on me, which meant Zeke was close enough to touch.

I dropped my chest to the mattress and offered myself up to Brax when I felt the head of his cock push against my asshole. I held my breath, willing him to hurry. I didn’t want gentle, and I didn’t want easy. I wanted to be fucked. Hard. Rough.

Now.

“Oh, fuck,” Brax moaned as he pushed in slowly. “So fucking tight.”

“Keep going,” Zeke urged. “Deeper. He needs more of you.”

Brax followed Zeke’s command, pushing in all the way.

“Now pull out, slowly.”

Damn it.

Brax did as Zeke instructed.