All Chapters of Sacred Sins; A Dark Erotica Tale: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

They stirred awake in the dim morning light of the bedroom, the air still heavy with the musk of their previous night's debauchery. Eli lay on one side of Zeke, his body a map of aches—his back stiff and throbbing, his waist sore from the restraints, and his ass hole burning with raw sensitivity from the relentless fucking. Yet, strangely, he felt a twisted sense of contentment, a perverse satisfaction in how Zeke had used him like a disposable toy, pushing him to his limits and beyond. On Zeke's other side, Damien nestled closer, wrapping an arm around Zeke's chest, his own ass still tender from the brutal pounding but nothing compared to what Eli had endured.Damien shifted, his mind racing as he untangled himself from the sheets. He thought about the sharp pain lingering in his back, waist and asshole, a reminder of Zeke's merciless thrusts, but he knew Eli's must be ten times worse—swollen, wrecked from Zeke's sadistic kink, probably still leaking and throbbing. "Poor bastard," Da

Zeke looked at the both of them and ordered them to get back to their offices, not bothering to hide his irritation. Just when Damien was about to speak, one look from Zeke vanished every word from his head and thought from his mind. Before they left his office he barked out, "make sure to be in the dungeon immediately after work, you have exactly nine minutes after closing hours and I want you both standiing naked in the middle of the room. Damien's pulse spiked and he wringed his fingers together, but Eli just nodded, his heartbeat also increasing rapidly because he knew he had sort of fucked up and had gotten Damien in the mess he created. During work hours, Dmien paced his own office while Eli looked lost, both their thoughts lingered on Zeke's instruction. An hour till closing of day, Damien packed up his things and walked to Eli's office and convinced him to come up to the penthouse with him as it was better to obey quite early than be late and compound their punishment. The e

Zeke pulled back from Eli, his breath steadying as he glanced at Damien's dazed form on the bed, still marked from their earlier intensity—red welts on his skin, his body limp and unmoving. Without a word, Zeke scooped Damien up in his arms, carrying him carefully toward the bathroom, making sure not to jar him too much. Damien mumbled incoherently, his eyes barely open, as Zeke set him down on the edge of the tub and started the water running, adjusting it to a warm flow. Zeke stripped off his own clothes quickly, then helped Damien out of his, the two of them stepping into the tub together.The water enveloped them, Zeke holding Damien steady as he washed him down—his hands moving over Damien's bruised skin with a mix of firmness and care, cleaning the sweat and cum from his body. He scrubbed Damien's hair gently, then focused on the more sensitive areas, wiping away the residue from their session, his fingers careful around the sore spots. Zeke cleaned himself at the same time, the

Zeke didn't waste a second. He grabbed Eli by the collar of his shirt, yanking it off roughly before tearing away the rest of his clothes—jeans, underwear, all of it hitting the floor in a heap. Eli stumbled, still drunk and defiant, but Zeke's grip was unyielding as he dragged him to the bathroom. Without preamble, Zeke lifted Eli and dumped him into the full bathtub of ice-cold water, the shock hitting Eli like a punch. The water was freezing, biting into his skin, making him gasp and thrash as it sobered him up fast—his muscles seizing, his breath coming in sharp, ragged pulls. Zeke held him under for a few seconds longer than necessary, watching Eli's face turn red from the cold and panic, before hauling him out, water dripping everywhere.He grabbed a towel and roughly dried Eli off, the fabric scraping against his chilled skin, not caring about gentleness. Eli shivered uncontrollably, his body still buzzing from the alcohol and now the cold, but Zeke's anger was palpable as he g