Page 35 of Roll With The Punches
Brandon held his hands out to both of them to help them stand, pulling them in for a group hug. As they stood there, their arms wrapped around each other, the crowd applauded.
“And that’s how you do it,” Loren said. “Congratulations, guys.”
People stepped forward to give their congratulations once the guys ended their embrace.
With that part over, Brandon led them over to the bench he’d prepped, a smile on his face. “We’ll do the rest at home, but you both need to take cane strokes from me now. A reminder of what can happen, and who owns you.” He circled a finger at them. “Jeff first, pants down. You don’t have to count them if you don’t want to. Stuart, you get to be at the head of the bench while I do it.”
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 hewantedit 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 knowinglyharmthem. 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. “Youhaveto give me at least five.”
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