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I smiled as I grabbed the torch, streaking a flame along Zeke’s taut muscles before putting it out. I had a sick and twisted impulse to allow the flames to penetrate his skin and sear his flesh, releasing the stench of burning tissue. I pushed back my baser impulses and forced myself to remain in the realm of sanity, putting Zeke’s safety above my depraved and twisted desires.
Zeke had no issue remaining still beneath me. I think he liked the beauty of motionlessness, but I always tied him down to be safe. He was face down, arms raised over his head, tied with rope, and I spread his legs, tying them to the footboard. He asked me once why I didn’t use the spreader bar and handcuffs. I looked him directly in the eye and explained that cutting him out of fabric was easier than metal. It shocked me that he still agreed to be restrained after hearing that. I was glad he trusted me. Not many people would. After all, I was the crazy kid who burned his parents to a crisp.
I bounced the torch along Zeke’s skin until I landed between his thighs. Zeke’s cock thrust from his groin as hard as steel. I licked my lips, thinking how fuckin’ hot it would be to see fire, even for a moment, on the tip. Bending, I licked his precum, relishing his salty flavor.
I put out the fire and placed the torch on its stand, turning back to the hot-as-fuck man lying ass up on my bed. “I want to fuck you,” I groaned, kneeling behind him.
“I want to be fucked,” Zeke responded.
I grabbed his tight ass, pulling his cheeks apart to expose his puckered asshole, and spat. Zeke raised his ass, letting me know he wanted me to tear into him and fuck him until he passed the fuck out.
Using my spit, I pushed the tip of my finger in, relishing his moan. Closing my eyes, I fought my violent desires. I always had to push those desires down as far as I could. I was fucked up to want to harm someone I loved, but I’d never had lessons in healthy relationships. The only things I knew were brutality and violence. Until I met Azadeh and Zeke, I had no idea about the magical ability of a gentle touch.
I reached for the lube and poured it on my fingers, letting some drip down his crack before massaging it into his ass. I pushed a finger inside him to the knuckle before adding a second, then a third. “I’m going to fuck you raw, Zeke.”
“Stop talking about what you’re going to do to me and do it.”
I pulled my fingers out of him and lined up my cock. With one thrust, I was sheathed in his tight asshole. “You feel so good, baby boy. So fuckin’ good. How does it feel knowing I’m going to unload all my cum and watch it leak out of your tight ass?”
“Fuck,” Zeke said through clenched teeth. “You’re so fuckin’ big.”
I thrust into him. “You’re being”—thrust—'“such a good”—thrust—“little”—thrust—“ass whore.”
Zeke groaned as I continued to pound into his asshole mercilessly.
I twisted my fingers in his thick hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look up at me. I used my other hand to pry his full lips open, shoving four fingers into his mouth and relishing his gagging noises. “That’s it, baby boy. Gag for me. I want both of your holes filled with me.”
Zeke tugged at his restraints, his dominant nature fighting to take over. Restraints weren’t my thing. I used them for fire play, but fuckin someone all tied up didn’t rev my engines. Yet watching Zeke struggle underneath me was as hot as fuck.
I removed my hand from his mouth, and his drool landed on the bed. I smiled before crushing my lips to his.
“Well, what do we have here?”
I turned my head to see Azadeh standing by the door.
“Az,” Zeke said as he tugged on the restraints.
“Please don’t rush on my account. The show is… stimulating.”
As much as having a hot girl watch me fuck was a turn-on, Zeke was too freaked the fuck out for me to enjoy it. It wasn’t like Azadeh didn’t know we fucked. She even joined in on the fun. That was her thing, dropping by every month or two, blowing our minds with rough sex, then jet-setting again. She was the only girl I knew who had three men wanting her but wasn’t willing to settle the fuck down.
Zeke thrashed against his restraints like a fuckin’ wild animal clamoring to escape his cage. I enjoyed control during sex, but this kind of shit freaked me out. I'd never worked out my hang-up. I was fine being dominated and having the shit fucked out of me. The bruises, marks, and body aches felt good, but I liked being the prey.
I didn’t stop fucking Zeke even as he bucked beneath me. I was disgusted by my actions, but I had a perverse, twisted need to empty my balls deep in his ass.
A smirk formed on my lips as I stared at Azadeh. “I ain’t rushing, Az. I’m going to fill our boy’s ass, and then I’ll be with you.”
Azadeh’s eyes were hooded as we stared at each other. Her breathing matched the speed of my thrusts. She was my fucking metronome, keeping rhythm as I slaughtered Zeke’s ass until I stiffened and came deep inside him.
I didn’t linger long to enjoy the bliss of the afterglow. I jumped off Zeke and searched the room, desperate to find my knife. Fuckin’ pretty irresponsible of me not to know exactly where it was. I would’ve been able to find it much easier if Azadeh wasn’t staring at me with a mixture of lust, intrigue, and amusement.
I turned my head at Azadeh’s soft giggle and glared at her.
She smiled and pulled my knife from her back pocket. “This might help.”
I went to grab it, but she pulled her arm back. She might not have been in the institution with us, but the girl sure had a few screws loose. Her teeth slid along her bottom lip, and her pretty pink tongue poked out as if offering a challenge,
“Sweetheart, you gonna give me that blade, or are we gonna stand here gawking at each other all night?”
