25. Lev- Age 30

Chapter 25

Lev- Age 30

Present Day

The brain is a fragile organ that holds our existence at a standstill yet possesses the ability to push our lives forward. It can forge fortresses to protect us and break into a million fragmented pieces when something harms us. The complexities of the brain and the defense mechanisms it creates are something I’ve lived with since the tender age of four. I’ve allowed myself brief moments of joy because submerging myself into the tremendous bounty of life opens me up to the ruthless truth that anything worthy also carries the earth-shattering weight of devastation.

Over the years, I yearned to break free and to give and receive love, but my traumatic childhood blocked that path at every turn. If I hadn’t been for Zeke, I’d never know the warmth of human touch. That man has stood by me time and again when I’ve given him every reason to walk away. I gaze up at him with pure love in my heart for staying by my side and for his patience, understanding, and compassion. I always thought Azadeh was the glue that held us all together. Her love bonded us, but it was Zeke who healed us and, in doing so, himself.

When we returned from the compound, I pulled him aside and told him he needed to push me. I wanted a life, something I’d deprived myself of for so long. I passed him a rope and told him to bind me.

The first session was hard. I screamed with every touch and recalled untold horrors with every brush of his lips against my skin. But I fought through it. I told myself that this was Zeke. He loved me, and I loved him. By being thrown off a cliff, I moved past the first hurdle.

The two of us made discoveries. The first was that I did not like to dominate, and the second was that I was far more comfortable being used. Turns out I’m a submissive. Zeke said it made sense since I was such a control freak, but I was taken aback by it. But when Zeke told me what to do and took my options away, I felt my body relax. For Zeke, it was a triumph because it proved that my body instinctively trusted him, and now that the barrier of my mind had been broken, the obstacles weren’t a blatant issue any longer.

So Zeke strapped a collar on me and dragged me to Azadeh’s bedroom—the final test.

My gaze locks with Azadeh as she chokes on Cyrus’ penis. She’s enthusiastic, and he’s forceful. All I can think about is how I wish I were between her lips and in her place. Zeke was a gentle top in comparison to Cyrus’s brutality. Yet I wanted to know what it would be like to be controlled by Cy. I longed to be the object of his cruelty.

Zeke lights a smoke as he leans against the door frame, appreciating the show in the shower. The thick outline of his dick raged against the cotton of his gray sweatpants. His hand grips my leash as he twists the chain before tugging me forward until my face is directly on his feet. “You think you can do what she’s doing, pup?”

My cock throbs at the nickname. Simultaneously degrading and affectionate.

I nod my head.

He laughs as his bare foot nudges my face. His big toe slides along my bottom lip. “Be a good boy and kiss your master’s feet.” I gaze up at Zeke as my lips pucker, and I place a kiss on the pad of his toe. “Good boy.”

I feel ten feet tall as he praises me. The adoration is welcome and desperately wanted.

Zeke tugs at the leash, forcing my body to move upright. I remain on my knees, and we look at the scene before us. Azadeh has one hand on Cyrus’s shaft, pumping up and down with the rhythm of her mouth. Her other hand grips his ass, her nails penetrating his skin. My gaze roams Cyrus’s body. Half his frame is a black work of art with grooves and dents. What would it be like to lick those scars? What would they taste like?

“Take out my cock,” Zeke demands.

My back straightens, and I fumble with the elastic waistband of his pants before pulling them down. His dick springs forward, and my stomach flips with excitement. Zeke’s dick is perfect. Smooth, with delicate veins decorating his shaft, The perfect crown with a drop of pre cum pooled on the surface. I lean forward and lick the drop, relishing the salty flavor.

Zeke affectionately rubs the top of my head as a puff of smoke shrouds me. Since he discovered that the act of smoking aroused both of us, he ensures he lights one before we partake in sexual activities.

Zeke’s hand moves to the back of my head. He fists a handful of my hair and yanks me back. He smiles down at me as he brings the filter of his cigarette to my lips. My mouth opens and I inhale, holding it in. Zeke brushes the tip of his dick to my mouth, spreading the pre-cum on my lips. A cloud of smoke engulfs his cock as I part for him. Zeke holds my head down, my nose brushing his skin. “That’s a good boy. Suck on that cock until you get your treat.”

I press my head against Zeke’s hand, moving at the speed I know takes him over the edge. The suction of my mouth and flick of my tongue create a masterpiece—a sexual Sonata-allegro. Every moan and groan Zeke utters is the standing ovation for my oral symphony.

“Fuck,” Zeke hisses as his hips move, desperate to reach his finale.

“That’s it, my pretty little whore, take it all,” Cyrus groans.

I tilt my head to the side as his body stiffens, his weight crushing Azadeh to the wall.

My view is quickly obstructed as Zeke grabs the sides of my head and forces me to the task at hand. “Don’t make me angry, Pup. You know how much I like good boys.”

I want to make Zeke proud of me. To tell me how much of a good boy I am and how proud of me he is. I tune out the temptations and distractions around me and focus on giving the best blow job in all eternity. I want him to come deep down my throat and know that no one will satisfy him like I can.

Zeke brushes the tears that escape my eyes. He holds the wetness and the pad of his thumb before bringing it to his lips and sucking it clean. “I gotta fuck this pretty mouth. I want to hear how much my baby boy cries for daddy when he’s being choked.”

Zeke’s degrading words encourage me and ignite my desire to prove my worthiness. I grab his ass and slide my finger between his cheeks. A low moan escapes Zeke’s lips as I press the tip of my index finger against his puckered asshole. I slip it inside slowly, and Zeke slaps the door frame. A jolt of satisfaction goes through me as Zeke comes undone before me. I open my mouth to him and gag as he thrusts in me. My cock aches for relief as I work my hand over his shaft and swirl my tongue around his tip.

“Fuck, baby boy,” Zeke says, his voice a mixture of a purr and a growl. “That’s it, baby, take that cock all the way. Good boys know how to deepthroat, don’t they?” I gaze up as he places the cigarette filter between his fingers. The smoke creates a messed-up halo around his head. He grips my head as he thrusts his cock to the back of my throat, and for a moment, I’m concerned I might vomit all over him. “You better not puke, Pup, or I’ll force you to lick it all up.”

I relax my throat, welcoming Zeke’s invasion. I want this to be the best blow job he’s ever received. I want to make him proud of me.

Zeke’s body spasms, and his hot cum coats my tongue and the back of my throat. “Don’t swallow, baby boy.” He pulls out of my mouth, his dick covered in my saliva and his cum. “You did a good job, baby. I’m proud of you.”

I turn to stare at Azadeh. Her position mirrors mine, both of us on our knees on a leash, mine with links and hers made of leather.

“Fuck,” Cyrus grunts. “Open your mouths. Show us the cum.” Azadeh and I open our lips, displaying the cum in our mouths. “Kiss. Swap that cum. Show us how dirty our whores are. But don’t you swallow a drop.”