Page 22 of Roll With The Punches
Subspace achieved.
Both he and Jeff could drop Stuart hard into subspace. Stuart didn’t need impact play to get there, either. Jeff could be switchy when the mood struck him, but Stuart wasn’t. Not really. Sure, he could pitch in bed, or even use implements, if ordered to. But he wasn’t a Top.
Definitely not a Dom.
His boy loved to serve and loved serving up his body to Brandon and Jeff in any and every way they wanted him.
I can’t wait to get my collars on them.
The collaring ceremony next weekend was never far from his mind. He’d already exchanged a few e-mails with Loren about what he wanted to do. After the ceremony, he was going to cane both of them, a hard and fast scene to make sure their heads were deep in subspace before he brought them home and fucked their brains out.
This felt…like perfection. Like his life had finally shaken out and settled into a comfortable groove he was meant to be in.
Unlike when he’d married Tracey. He’d done that more because he’d thought it was what he wassupposedto do. Assumed that once he was married, he wouldn’t have to worry about the things he’d thought and felt.
He’d been so eager to finally earn his family’s approval that he’d pulled Tracey into his orbit—she’d willingly come, but still—without really giving thought to the future consequences.
It was only once he’d become a father and he realized what a sham of a life he led that he knew he’d have to come out and divorce her.
Jeff and Stuart…he could see himself spending the rest of his life with them.
It feltright.
No longer caring what his family thought of him, this felt like the most perfect decision in the world.
He only wished he could legally marry both of them.
Straddling Stuart’s body, he buckled his collar on him, then the wrist cuffs. Those he clipped to the headboard, the well-hidden length of chain there, always ready for use.
Usually for Stuart, but sometimes for Jeff, too.
Kneeling over Stuart’s head, he didn’t even have to tell him to open. Stuart’s lips parted, ready for Brandon to slide his cock between them and slowly start fucking his mouth.
“My very good boy,” he whispered. “You always know what your Sir wants, don’t you?”
He softly moaned around Brandon’s cock as his lips and tongue eagerly worshipped it.
“Don’t make me come. That goes in your ass.”
He could sit there all night like that, Stuart’s delicious mouth exploring his cock and balls. He’d gone from never being with a guy to expert-level oral skills in a short amount of time with both Jeff and Brandon going after him.
Two against one was barely enough sometimes, considering Stuart’s sex drive.
Rising up a little, he pulled his cock from Stuart’s mouth, replacing it with his balls, sighing with pleasure as Stuart knew just what to do. “Such a sweet mouth on you, baby,” Brandon told him. “Gonna give you a nice reward for how good you are.”
Finally, he pulled himself off Stuart and moved down his body again, licking and sucking, nipping, teasing. Especially Stuart’s sensitive nipples. One night, they’d tied Stuart down to the bed spread-eagle and had spent nearly an hour doing nothing but playing with his nipples after they’d both busted their nut and were trying to work Stuart into a frenzy for his big finish. When Brandon had finally reached down and fisted Stuart’s cock, he’d exploded at the first pump.
One day, Brandon would like to spend more time seeing if they could actually make Stuart come simply from nipple play.
Not tonight.
He slid the towel under Stuart’s hips after pushing his legs up and back, leaving his ass deliciously exposed. He rolled on a condom, lubed himself and then Stuart’s ass, using two fingers.
Stuart moaned, trying to rock his hips to get Brandon to finger-fuck him. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of his rigid cock, which twitched with every movement.
“I know, buddy. Sir’s going to make you feel really good here in a minute.” He wiped his hand and then nudged into position, pressing the head of his cock against Stuart’s rim. “Nice and slow tonight, baby. Nice and slow.”
Brandon draped Stuart’s legs over his shoulders and leaned in, planting his hands on the bed on either side of the other man. “Look at Sir while he plows your ass.”
