Page 36 of Roll With The Punches

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 awho, 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.