Roll With the Punches

  Just like on the first night they’d played together, the night they’d met.

  Jeff quickly got into position, feet on the floor and leaning over the bench, his bare ass exposed. Brandon hooked the fingers of his left hand around the leather collar. In his right hand, his most severe cane.

  Stuart knelt so Jeff’s head rested on his shoulder, his arms around Jeff’s shoulders and Jeff’s around him.

  “You need to ask for them. Ready?” Brandon asked.

  “Ready, Master,” Jeff said. “Please give them to me.”

  Jeff’s head jerked up at the first impact, a sharp breath escaping him before he lowered his head to Stuart’s shoulder again. “One, Master…”

  They didn’t know how many Brandon was going to give. They were hard, they were definitely painful, but Stuart didn’t miss that Brandon took his time, giving Jeff plenty of time to process between impacts. Brandon stopped at twenty. Then he walked around the bench and leaned in to kiss Jeff’s forehead.

  “My good boy. Take a moment, then get dressed and switch positions with Stuart.”

  “Yes, Master.” Jeff’s voice sounded slurred, subspacey.

  Much like Stuart knew he’d be sounding shortly.

  It took Jeff a couple of minutes to find his footing. When it was Stuart on the bench, his pants down around his knees and his bare ass exposed, he noticed one thing.

  He wasn’t scared.

  He knew it’d hurt, and he wanted it to hurt. Because he knew Brandon liked to take them to the edge, to surf it, to coast along it before bringing them safely back again.

  Brandon would never knowingly harm them. Ever.

  With Stuart now positioned on the bench exactly the way Jeff had been before, Jeff got into position in front of him and pressed a kiss against Stuart’s lips.

  “You can do this, buddy. You got this.”

  Brandon’s hand gripped his collar. “If you’re ready, I need you to ask me for them.”

  Stuart took a deep breath. “Please, Master. I want to take them.”

  The first felt like a slice of fire across his flesh, and it was only Jeff’s gentle restraint keeping him from rising up.

  “Breathe, baby,” Jeff whispered. “Count for me.”

  “One, Master,” Stuart said, his voice trembling.

  “Good boy,” Jeff whispered, driving Stuart hard and deep into subspace.

  Not all of them were that hard. A few were barely painful, and Brandon spaced the harder ones out. By the time Brandon finished, Stuart was horny and hard and yet wanted to do nothing more than curl up with these two men.

  Once he was standing and had fastened his jeans, Brandon handed the cane to Jeff and started unfastening his own jeans.

  “I won’t make you do something I’m not prepared to do myself. You can each give me twenty, if you want. Or as many as you feel you want to give me less than that. And if you want to give me the full twenty each, that’s fine.” He reached in and cradled Stuart’s cheek. “You have to give me at least five.”

  * * * *

  Stuart blanched. “I-I don’t know if I can, Master.”

  Brandon cupped Stuart’s face in both hands and stared down at him. “You pledged to serve me, correct?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “I’m ordering you to do something. By doing it, are you not serving me?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Jeff can help you, if you need him to, but you still have to do it.”

  Stuart nodded.

  Brandon pulled his jeans down, ignoring the sudden, curious silence that fell over the observers as he leaned over the bench.

  Wasn’t often a Master bared his ass to his slaves.

  “Jeff first,” Brandon said as he settled into the same position his slaves had just occupied.

  Stuart knelt in front of him and Brandon smiled as he pulled his sweet boy in for a long, deep kiss.

  Behind him, Jeff rested his left hand on Brandon’s lower back before he laid the cane across his ass cheeks. “Ready, Master?”

  “Mm hmm.”

  He was glad he’d been kissing Stuart to muffle the sounds of him crying out in pain, because Jeff didn’t pull any punches for the first five strokes. For the rest—a full twenty—Jeff went easier on him, about the same Brandon had given him.

  That whole time, Brandon kissed Stuart and kept a hand buried in the other man’s hair to hold him in place.

  When Jeff walked up to switch places with him, at first Brandon wasn’t sure Stuart would move.

  Finally, Stuart took the cane from Jeff and stood.

  “Did you want help?” Jeff asked.

  He shook his head. “No, thank you. I have to do this.”

  Jeff knelt in front of Brandon, staring into his eyes. “You’re a sneaky bastard, Master.” He smiled.

  “What?” But it was a who, me? tone.

  “Trying to show him what he can do better than trying to just pep-talk him.”

  Brandon only gave him a sly smile in response.

  “R-ready, Master?”

  He wrapped his arms around Jeff. “Give them to me, boy. Don’t hold back.”

  The first stroke wasn’t very hard at all. The second was harder.

  The third?

  Wow.

  His cock was screaming, also attuned to pain, usually meaning that someone was getting laid damned soon.

  Stuart lasted for fifteen strokes, far more than Brandon had honestly expected him to be able to deliver. When Stuart finished, Brandon immediately disengaged from Jeff, turned, and pulled Stuart to him for a long, deep kiss.

  “Thank you, boy,” Brandon told him.

  “A-are you okay?”

  He grinned. “I am, but I know two slaves I need to get home so I can fuck into a blissful sleep tonight.”

  Stuart grinned, still subspacey. “Yes, Sir!”

  * * * *

  Stuart watched as Brandon got the bench cleaned off and put their equipment away. Then he grabbed a couple of fleece throws from the rack and they took up a corner on the MMA mats in the new section. They weren’t currently in use, and it allowed them to cuddle in their own puppy pile to relax.

  Brandon sat with his back against the wall while Jeff and Stuart each lay with their heads in his lap, curled around Brandon’s legs and each other, their fingers laced with his.

  “Are we good, boys?”

  Stuart stared up at him, Brandon’s blue eyes looking even darker tonight in that light. “We’re great, Master.”

  Jeff turned his head so he could kiss Stuart. “I think we have a subpacey boy, Master.”

  “I think you’re right.”

  Stuart wouldn’t disagree. “Life is perfect,” he said, closing his eyes and deeply inhaling Brandon’s scent. Their clothes soap, and Brandon’s body wash.

  Him.

  Perfectly him.

  This was perfection.

  They were perfection.

  Chapter Ten

  When they returned home from the club, Brandon stopped them inside the front door after he’d locked it and snapped his fingers.

  His boys both smiled and started stripping without needing any other order.

  Brandon’s cock, which had settled down a little on the ride home, perked right up again.

  He handed the bag of implements, which also held their leather collars, to Jeff. “Good boys. Cuffs and collars, go take care of business real fast, and meet me back out here.”

  As they hurried down the hall, Brandon watched their cane-striped asses hustle all the way.

  His own smile widened. Damn, they’re cute.

  And they’re all mine.

  He was sitting on the couch, music playing on the stereo, when they returned. When he pointed at the floor in front of him, they dropped to their knees, eagerly staring up at him, awaiting his orders.

  It almost felt like having an all-you-can-eat buffet at his disposal. He wasn’t even sure where he wanted to start first.

  Leaning forward, he ran
his fingers through their hair, tugging on them to lean in and rest their heads against his legs, Jeff on his left and Stuart on his right.

  “My very good boys,” he said, keeping his voice soft. “I love you both so much, you have no idea.” Brandon wanted to stretch this moment out, make it last.

  Pretend for a little while that the world began and ended right here, with them.

  Maybe for some Doms they were all about the leather and pain, heavy bondage and sadism.

  Not him.

  Sure, he absolutely was a sadist, but first and foremost he was a human who loved these two trusting men. He wasn’t about ensuring obedience at all costs. They had to want to obey him.

  That meant putting in effort on his part.

  It was every bit as much about times like this, quiet times together, where they could let go to him and he could focus totally on them.

  Long in the future, it would be moments like this that sustained their relationship, not a quick spanking or hard fuck. Sometimes, Jeff and Stuart liked it when Brandon dropped into what they’d dubbed “dark Dom” mode, where he tied them tightly, caned them viciously, and used them hard in every hole.

  Sometimes, they loved to cuddle with him in a pile in bed, watching TV or even just touching, resting, talking.

  In other words, like everyone else on the planet, their needs varied.

  “Is there anything we need to talk about tonight before we do anything? Any last-minute modifications or questions or concerns?”

  “No, Master,” they both said, their faces still pressed against his legs, nuzzling against his denim jeans.

  They both sounded like they were dropping hard into subspace again.

  “Last weekend, while Stuart and I were alone, he asked me for something. Would you like to tell Jeff what you asked for?”

  Brandon didn’t make him lift his head. “I asked Master to start training me for DP.”

  Jeff lifted his head and lunged, kissing Stuart, hard, and cranking Brandon’s cock up to 11.

  “Fuck,” Jeff whispered. “I can’t wait for that. That is going to be sooo fucking hot!”

  The sight of his two boys practically fucking in front of him was almost too much for Brandon to handle. He was afraid if he shifted position wrong he’d cream his jeans right there. “Ahem.”

  Jeff realized what he’d done, released Stuart, and returned to where he’d been kneeling. “Sorry, Master.”

  The chuckle escaped him. “I’ll let it go this time. That was adorable. So here’s the plan. Jeff, you’re in charge of helping our beta boy, since you’ve been through the process. Same rules as for you, if at any time it’s too much, he can safeword. If he changes his mind, that’s it, no more. We’ll take as long as we need to work him up to the biggest butt plug before we fuck him. During that process, feel free to wind him up as much as you need to during training sessions, but if you want to make him come, or make yourself come in the process, you need to get permission from me first.”

  Jeff grinned. “Thank you, Master.” He eyed Stuart like a hungry shark eyeing a gimpy seal.

  “That means,” Brandon said to Stuart, “that he might come home from work, drag you into the bedroom, and fuck you before plugging you. Or he might decide to fuck you with a dildo to loosen your sweet ass before he puts a plug in it. He might bend you over and stuff you and make you go to work wearing one. Through all of that, you might be made to stay horny until one or both of us decides to let you come. Any or all of the above options might be in play at any given time. Understand?”

  “Yes, Master.” From the way Stuart’s rigid cock was twitching, Brandon knew Stuart wouldn’t have any complaints about that regimen at all.

  “Good boy.” He suspected his plan for tonight might surprise both of them. “Wait here while I get what we need. You two can kiss while I’m gone, but stay kneeling, hands remain on your knees.”

  He headed to their bedroom, where earlier he’d prepped everything and left it in the linen closet in the master bath so he wouldn’t have to go hunting for it now. After using the bathroom, he grabbed the items and returned to the living room, still dressed.

  Stuart and Jeff were busy tickling each other’s tonsils, but their hands remained on their knees, as ordered. Both of them sported hard cocks, and in his jeans, his own throbbed in response.

  After draping the sheet over the sofa, he turned to them. “Get me naked, boys. Take your time and have fun playing while you do. Don’t make me come yet, though.”

  Jumping to their feet with identical smiles, they got his shoes and socks off him first, then started working on his shirt buttons. Brandon closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of their hands stroking his flesh, their warm mouths kissing him, their tongues licking and flicking, teeth nibbling. At one point he thought he might blow his load when they both started sucking his nipples at the same time while Jeff palmed his bulge through his jeans and Stuart humped himself against Brandon’s hip.

  Once they finally had him naked, he grabbed the jelly cock ring and wrapped it around his cock and balls, the taint tab deliciously pressing against him. He hadn’t come that morning and thought they might be able to get two out of him tonight, if they worked really hard at it.

  Then he held up one of the sheath plugs and a tube of lube. “Have fun getting this inside me. Try not to make me come in the process.”

  Jeff took it from him as Brandon sat on the couch, leaning back, heels on the edge of the seat and thighs spread wide. The toy was wider than either of the men’s cocks, but Brandon had taken toys and butt plugs as large or larger before.

  Just not recently.

  He’d enjoyed being the fucker inside one of the toys plenty of times, but had yet to experience one being inserted in him and fucked. They had a thick knot near the base, made to help keep it in place while the bottom got well pounded.

  Stuart and Jeff dropped to their knees in front of him again. Two gloved, lube-covered hands pressed fingers against his ass, two mouths worked up and down his cock and balls as the men eagerly loosened him in preparation for the toy.

  Brandon closed his eyes and lay back, loving this. Not just the physical sensation but knowing these two men were so eager to please him that this was the only place in the world they wanted to be right now.

  All for him.

  They took turns sucking his cock as they added fingers and slowly fucked his ass with them, until about ten minutes later they had the toy firmly inserted inside him. Then they stripped off the gloves and awaited his next order.

  Eenie, meenie, meinie…moe.

  “Stuart, get a condom on me and lube your ass.” While he did that, Brandon pulled Jeff in for a long, deep kiss. Holding him in place with the D-ring on the front of his collar, Brandon sucked on his tongue, a hard, crushing kiss that left Jeff softly moaning with need and pre-cum leaking from the end of his cock.

  Once he and Stuart were ready, Brandon released Jeff and reached behind him to grab the back of the couch over his head. “Stuart, ride my cock, buddy, but don’t you dare come. Jeff, you get in there and fuck my ass. Take all the time you want to drop a load in there.”

  Jeff’s smile lit the room. “Really, Master?”

  “Pound me hard. I want to feel it in my next life.”

  Stuart leaned in for a deep kiss as he straddled Brandon and worked his cock up his ass. Meanwhile, Jeff climbed off the couch, stood between Brandon’s legs, and lifted them, spreading them wide before sliding his cock into the toy.

  “Oh, fuck yeah.” Brandon moaned against Stuart’s mouth. Brandon wasn’t sure, even with the cock ring, how long he was going to be able to hold his climax back. It felt overwhelmingly intense, Stuart’s tight ass fisting Brandon’s cock as he bounced on it, along with the toy pressing against his button while Jeff pounded his ass.

  Stuart reached up and laced fingers with him, squeezing, holding on as he rode Brandon’s cock, still kissing him. Brandon loved couch fucking in various permutations. One night, he’d sat th
ere, letting them take turns riding his cock, Jeff first then Stuart. While one rode, the other sucked that one. Brandon had managed to hold his orgasm until Stuart came, but it’d been close.

  But couch fucking was rare, just like pool fucking, saved for those occasions when Emma wasn’t expected home.

  I’m going to need slipcovers for the furniture after she goes off to college.

  Brandon expected there’d be plenty of fucking on every horizontal surface in the house once that happened.

  He flipped his hands over, now holding Stuart’s and squeezing hard as the climax erupted and pleasure coursed through his body. “Yes!” He finally reached up and pulled Stuart against him, holding him still while Jeff still happily fucked Brandon’s ass.

  Jeff grinned. “Oh, you gave me permission to fuck you, Master, and that’s what I’m going to do.” He was currently long-stroking him, taking his time, interspersed with hard, pounding strokes that rocked him against the couch.

  Between them, Brandon felt Stuart’s hard cock pressed against his stomach. “Hang tight, baby,” Brandon told him. “You’ll get your turn in a minute.”

  Stuart happily snuggled his head against Brandon’s shoulder. “Thank you, Master.”

  Meanwhile, Brandon felt Stuart flexing his ass, squeezing his spent cock inside him.

  Sneaky boy.

  Stuart also started playing with Brandon’s nipples, teasing them with his fingers, adding to the pleasure. By the time Jeff finally built up his orgasm and let loose in the toy inside him, Brandon was hard again, thanks in no small part, he was sure, to the cock ring.

  Stuart moved out of the way and quickly used one of the wipes to clean Brandon up before putting a fresh condom on him. “Make sure Jeff’s ass is nice and lubed,” Brandon ordered.

  Brandon didn’t know how they did it so fast, but soon it was Jeff impaled on Brandon’s cock and Stuart happily plowing away at Brandon’s ass.