27. Zeke—Age 29

Chapter 27

Zeke—Age 29

Present Day

I’ve always loved watching Azadeh in control. The way she moves is poetic, wielding a sexual power that’s frightening and artistic. But seeing her behind Lev with her pistol aimed at his ass is the fucking sexist I’ve ever seen her.

Azadeh’s hand is on Lev’s lower back, his dick dangling as she pulls apart his cheeks.

Cyrus smirks like a Cheshire cat, the saffron rock candy in his mouth as he pours lube on the barrel of the gun. “Will this ruin the gun? That hunk of metal is expensive as fuck. It’s like over four million for the pair or some shit.” Cyrus turns to Lev. “That’s what you bid, right, fuck boy?”

“Yes,” Lev says.

Cyrus grips Lev’s face and spits on him. “You address me as sir, slut. The next time you disrespect me, I’m gonna have to fuck that tight little ass with my fist to make sure you understand. Got it, fuck boy?”

Lev’s dick jerks, and he visibly shivers at Cyrus’s words. Lev blooms under degradation. There’s no denying it with the way his body reacts. It took a long time to get here with Lev, and I’m so proud of his growth, how he’s allowed people in, and his strength and control.

“He’s been prepped,” I say as Azadeh grabs the lube. “Be a good boy, Lev, and take the butt plug out of your ass.”

Lev reaches behind him and spreads his ass cheeks, displaying the black silicone butt plug.

“Tell them how you’ve been wearing all day, baby boy. How you love getting your tight asshole stretched nice and wide,” I demand.

“Zeke made me walk around all morning with the plug,” Lev says. “He fucked me and then plugged up his cum. He’s been filling me with cum for the last week.”

“Jesus,” Cyrus says as he eyes Lev’s anus. “That’s sick and twisted.” Cy looks at me, his lip curling up. “You are a dick-twisted fuck.”

Azadeh grips the end of the plug and dislodges the silicone from Lev’s asshole before handing it to Cyrus. She slowly points the barrel of the gun at Lev’s ass. “You want this in your ass, Lev?’

“Yes,” Lev pants.

Azadeh glides the gun between Lev’s crack. “Remember when you fucked me with the gun, and I told you one day you beg me to do the same?”

Lev nods. “Yes.”

Az smiles. “Start begging, Pup.”

“Please, please fuck me with the gun,” Lev whimpers.

Azadeh slowly inserts the tip of the metal into Lev’s ass. “I think you can do better than that, Lev. You said you wanted to tear me apart. Fuck me like an animal. I don’t see any of that now. Where did that bravado disappear to? Did you mean what you said, Lev? Did you want to watch me bleed? Did you want to mark me? Was that a fabrication, an illusion to hide what you wanted the whole time? For me to fuck you. To make you bleed, to break you until you finally cry those tears you’ve been holding locked in a cage your whole life.”

Azadeh’s words cut with empathetic brutality. They are honest and direct. Two things Lev needs. It makes sense that Lev is drawn to her because she sees him. She understands things about Lev that Cyrus and I never could.

Azadeh pushes the gun in further, the metal now in Lev’s ass to the hilt. “Answer me, Lev.”

“Yes. I want to be used. I want to be used by you. By all of you!” Lev screams. His words are drenched with emotion. Each word contains fragments of his struggle. “I want to bleed for you, all of you. I’ll be a floor for you to walk on. Take away my need for control. I’m tired of never experiencing the touch of love, and I’m confused about why that touch needs to be rooted in pain, humiliation, and servitude.”

Azadeh moves the gun in and out of him, increasing her speed. My cock aches as I witness her power. How she owns it and doesn’t care what anyone thinks. My hand moves to where her name is carved on my chest. Jagged lines which have come to mean the world to me. Scared letters symbolic of my bond with her.

As if reading my mind, Azadeh turns and locks her deep brown eyes with mine. Those eyes are so enchanting. I could drown in their depths.

She smiles. “Pass me my knife.”

I retrieve her sheath from her dresser and remove a sharp blade before handing it to her.

Azadeh steps away from Lev but leaves the gun in his ass. “Roll over, Lev.”

Lev cautiously moves until his back is on the mattress. His cock stands straight up, pointing to the ceiling.

“You mean it? You’re in this?” Azadeh asks, standing above him.

“Yes,” Lev whispers.

“Tie him up,” Cyrus says, pulling the rope from his kit and tossing it to me.

I don’t know when he sneaked in his fire kit. Guess I was too fascinated with his Persian lollipop antics to notice.

I grab the rope and pull Azadeh’s pistol from Lev’s ass, handing it to her. “Move up the bed, Lev.”

Pride blooms in me when Lev doesn’t hesitate at the command. We’ve come a long way from the boy who never wanted to be touched to the man willing to relinquish control.

“You okay with this?” I ask, holding up the rope.

“I think so,” Lev whispers.

“Remember, if you are uncomfortable, say your safe word, and it all stops. Everything.”

Lev’s steely eyes search mine. “It’ll be okay.”

Cyrus approaches Lev, his green eyes igniting as he lights the fire stick—a metal rod with a Kevlar white tip.

Once Lev is secure, feet tied to the footboard and hands to the headboard, Cyrus dabs yellow liquid on Lev’s body with a pen.

“Why is it yellow?” I ask Cyrus.

“I wanted the three of you to know what I was writing. I used turmeric for food coloring.”

Three words.

Mine.

Ours.

Yours.

Cyrus ignites each word with the torch and wipes it away. This is his way of fully embracing Lev. Once he’s done, he extinguishes the torch and brushes his lips to Lev’s in a sweet kiss. “Welcome home, Levinston. We’ve been waiting for you.”

Cyrus turns to Azadeh. “All yours, Princess.”

“That was beautiful in a very Cyrus-like way,” Azadeh says as she jumps on the bed. She squats and grabs Lev’s cock, lining it up with her entrance.

Lev moans as she sits on his dick. “Fuck,” he growls, tugging at his wrists. He gazes up at Azadeh and growls. “I want to touch you.”

“Azadeh and Cyrus have wanted to touch you for ten years. Now you know what we all went through.” I slide my dick alongside his, pushing slowly until I’m snug inside Azadeh.

“I’m so not being left out.” Cyrus moves behind me and forces me to kneel on the bed behind Azadeh. He cuts the rope and places Lev’s feet on my shoulders. “Open up, fuck boy. Daddy has a treat for you. If you do a fantastic job and milk my cock nice and hard, it’ll give you a creamy treat.”

The three of us fuck Lev’s holes as Azadeh pricks his skin with her knife. Blood trickles from his skin as she works to carve the letters into his flesh.

AZADEH.

The name of the angel who saved us and gave us a family. A mark all three of us now wear with pride and love.

Azadeh lowers her head to lap at the blood.

“I love you,” Lev whispers. “I love all of you.”

“We love you too, Lev,” Azadeh says, her hands on Lev as if she can’t get enough of touching him. “No matter what, we’ll always love you.”

I nip at Azadeh’s ear, my teeth marring her delicate flesh. “I wasn’t kidding about those babies, Princess. We’re going to fuck this pretty cunt daily until you’re pregnant. Every day, you’ll walk around with our cum dripping out of this perfect cunt. When we tell you to get naked and spread your legs, you’ll do it. We’re going to fuck and breed you. That’s all you’re gonna do from now on. No more running off. This is your place now. Our queen, our wife, our fuckin’ life.” I cup her breasts and twist her pert nipples, making her scream as I pull her large breasts from her body. “Got it?”

“Yes,” Azadeh moans.

“I love fucking my pretty pussy with Lev. You’re always tight, but this is something else.” Fuck. This is the only woman who’s ever driven me mad. The only woman I’ve ever loved and ever will love. “I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you, Az.” I pebble kisses along her shoulder. “You’re going to be a good girl and be our free-use doll, aren’t you, Princess?”

“Yes.”

Lev comes first. He groans, and I feel his cum spurt from the tip of his cock. “That’s it, Lev. Be a good boy and give her all that cum.”

“Fuck, I can’t hold off anymore. I’m gonna put a load in this hot ass. Shit, Lev. This fuck hole is nice and tight on my cock. I’m gonna have to fuck this ass daily. I’ll put a load in Hellcat in the morning and you at night. I like the idea of you leaking my cum from this little ass.” The bed shakes as Cyrus thrusts roughly into Lev. “Take my dick, slut. Milk my cock like the good little ass slut you are.”

Azadeh bursts out laughing. “Milk my cock like the good little ass slut you are?” She pushes back against me and pulls my head down.

Cyrus grabs Azadeh by the throat. “You’re talking too much, slut. Shut the fuck up and come.”

His hand on her throat ignites Azadeh’s release, and she stiffens as her pussy clamps around our cocks. She doesn’t stop bouncing up and down as we push in and out until the three of us scream our orgasm in unison.

“Pull out of her, Zeke,” Cyrus demands. “I want to watch that cum drip into my new fuck toy’s mouth.”

I reluctantly pull out of Azadeh, and she rises to stand over Lev’s face.

“Open that pathetic mouth of yours, Lev. Nice and wide. I want to make sure you catch every drop.” Cyrus kneels behind Lev and lowers his head to his ass. “Clean up our girl’s holes while I lick your ass clean.”

I’m surprised when my cock rises as I witness the cum drip from Azadeh’s pussy and asshole into Lev’s waiting mouth while Cyrus’s tongue deeps into Lev’s ass and sucks out all the cum he’s emptied there.

Cyrus turns to me and smirks. “You can lube up my ass, Daddy. I think I’d like to see Lev take another load in his mouth.”

I smirk as I grab the lube, pouring it on my cock before I grip Cyrus’s ass and pound into him. “I told you I was the top, and you’re the bottom. How does it feel to know you’ll always be a nice wet cunt for me to fuck?”

Cyrus laughs. “Usually, I’d have you on the floor for that, but I’m feeling pretty fuckin’ high on life right now.”

Once we’re finished and everyone has come multiple times, I turn on the shower, and the four of us load into it. Unlike the dirty nature of our fucking, these touches are kind, caring, and full of compassion.

Cyrus has Lev pinned against the wall, a cloth moving gently on his cock and asshole while he kisses Lev and whispers how much he loves him.

I thread my hands through Azadeh’s hair, massaging the conditioner in her silky black locks.

“I wasn’t joking about the babies,” I whisper. “I want them.”

She turns and wraps her arms around my neck. “And I want to give them to you.”