Page 30 of Roll With The Punches

Brandon shook his head. “No—”

“Yes,” Stuart said at the same time.

They stared at each other, Brandon arching an eyebrow at Stuart, who ducked behind Jeff while still holding on to him.

“You’re squicked out,” Brandon said. “But either go see the doctor, or try to quit freaking out.” He pointed at Stuart. “And no messing with his mind, either.”

“Aww.” Stuart’s devilish smile made the outer edges of his green eyes crinkle.

“Tomorrow is our collaring.” Brandon held his arms open to them for a group hug. He kissed Jeff, then Stuart. “Let’s not forgetthat.”

Eventually, he wanted to get wedding bands for all three of them to wear. Once they’d been collared to him for a few months, to let things settle in.

“What time does Em leave for Grace’s?” Jeff asked.

“Not until afternoon. But the good news is you can run around naked Sunday morning before she comes home.”

“It’s going to be weird when she goes to college,” Stuart said. “It won’t feel the same around here.”

Brandon nibbled the side of his neck. “Yeah, it’ll be a lot more nakey. Expect to wear very few clothes.”

Stuart smiled. “Maybe I can get used to that.”

* * * *

Stuart didn’t want to rush Emma out of the house Saturday, but he couldn’t wait for her to leave. Once her car was out of sight, he closed the front blinds and started stripping right there.

Brandon, who’d been in the kitchen, started laughing. “Not wasting any time, are you, boy?”

“No, Sir.”

Jeff emerged from the master bedroom. “She’s gone?”

“Yep.”

Jeff pulled off his shirt and started working on his shorts.

“Glad to see my ‘no clothes’ rule will be adhered to so strictly,” Brandon teased.

Stuart couldn’t wait to get to the club that night. “We don’t get enough nakey time, Sir.”

Brandon crooked a finger at them and they both hurried into the kitchen and dropped to their knees in front of him, where he rested his hands on their heads.

“You’re both sure you’re good with doing this tonight?”

Stuart and Jeff both eagerly nodded. “Yes, Sir,” they echoed in unison.

Brandon smiled. “Ilovestereo.”

Last night, Brandon had gone over his list of new protocols with them. Obviously, not exposing Emma or Grace to their dynamic always took precedent. That didn’t change. But there were some new, subtle things that Brandon would expect out of them…and punish them for if they failed to adhere to them.

He always walked through a door first, which one of them would get and hold for him, unless he specifically told them to go ahead. They would open and hold car doors for him. When the three of them were together, especially at a fetish event, Jeff would walk to his right and just behind him, unless Brandon was holding his hand. Stuart would follow immediately behind. They would always serve him his food and beverage first. When out to eat, Brandon would order for them, and one of them would pull his chair out for him, and he would always sit first.

A few other, low-key things.

Then there were more formal rules. When Emma wasn’t home and they didn’t have guests, they were to be naked and collared at all times. Cuffs optional if Emma was expected home soon. At night, behind their locked bedroom door, they would wear cuffs and collar. At a fetish event, they would wear their leather collars.

They were to address him as “Master” when alone or with kinky friends, and “Sir” at all other times.