Page 45 of A Case of You
“Stopmoving, boy. I didn’t give you permission for that.”
A low whine escaped him, but Stuart fell still.
Brandon rolled them onto their sides, Stuart’s body spooned along his. Brandon wrapped his arms around him, one hand holding the base of Stuart’s cock, the other free to pinch his nipples.
He pressed his lips to Stuart’s ear. “Maybe I’m going to take my time and fuck my boy all night long.” He felt the gooseflesh rippling Stuart’s skin, something delightful that always happened when one of them did that to him, sending shivers throughout his body. “Maybe I’m going to take hours fucking my boy. I have plenty of stamina.”
Well, usually. Tonight, that was a lie, because he was horned up over how gorgeous Stuart sounded and felt in his arms.
And Stuart wasn’t the only one who’d not come in over a day.
Brandon shoved a thigh between Stuart’s, making him hook his leg over Brandon’s and spreading him wide open. “All you need now is Jeff’s mouth on your cock, hmm? His cock in your mouth so you can suck it for him?”
Stuart had slipped past the realm of coherent speech and was now whining in what approximated vowels and consonants, making Brandon chuckle.
“Our sweet, horny little fuck boy. I think maybe we need to get you a chastity cage and lock you in it for a week. Make you wear one of the larger butt plugs, too. See how well you focus when you can’t do anything but service our cocks.”
He slowly fucked him, addicted to this man, to his love, to his sweet, pitiful sounds.
* * * *
Stuart had long since given up questioning how Brandon—and Jeff—could worm their way into his brain stem and take control of him so effortlessly.
He didn’tcarehow they did it.
All he cared about was that the men owned his heart and soul and body, every cell of him, from the inside out.
Moments like this, where Stuart could willingly give himself over with complete abandon and be who and what he wanted to be, no guilt, no worries, no second-guessing.
Loved and cherished because he willingly submitted, praised for it.
Making no apologies for it, either.
Brandon’s cock filled him, and the feel of Brandon’s hand gripping the base of his cock threatened to send him over. The bite on the back of his shoulder still stung in that delicious way all the pain did when Brandon or Jeff meted it out to him, adding to the throbbing in his balls and cock, every nerve begging for release.
Brandon’s grip on his cock tightened even as his Master’s cock slowed inside him. “Fuck yourself on me, boy. Maybe I’ll let you get off if you amuse me enough.”
Frantic, he started rocking while Brandon’s other hand pinched his left nipple, the pain distracting him just enough he couldn’t quite climb over the edge. Then Brandon’s hand slid down, cupping Stuart’s sac, lightly tugging.
“I saw a really neat ball stretcher ring I might get for you. Heavy, metal, with a section that comes out and is held in place by magnets. Stretch you out a little. You could wear it all day long at work and think about me tugging on you like this.” His fingers encircled the base of his scrotum and gently pulled, just enough, before fisting his cock again.
Brandon had barely swept his fingers up to the head before Stuart’s orgasm hit, his ass clamping down on Brandon’s cock and pulling a long, satisfied moan out of him.
“Good boy.” Brandon started fucking him hard, fast, flipping him over again before driving his cock deep one last time and burying it in his ass. Breathing heavy, he pressed his lips against Stuart’s neck, below his ear. “My sweet, perfect boy. I love you so much.”
Stuart’s eyes fell closed. “I love you, too, Master.”
He was barely aware of it when Brandon untangled himself and withdrew. He heard water running, felt Brandon return with a warm, wet washcloth to clean him up, then the mattress dipped again as Brandon returned for good and spooned around him after untying his wrists.
“Sleep, baby.” He pulled the covers up over them and Stuart snuggled tightly against him, eager to obey.
Chapter Twelve
Friday morning, Stuart startled awake at the sound of a room door slamming nearby.
“Shit,” Brandon muttered. “That wasn’t the wake-up I’d hoped for.” In sleep, they’d ended up back to back. Brandon rolled over and draped an arm around Stuart’s waist, spooning against his back.
“Me, either, Master.”
