Page 38 of Roll With The Punches

Chapter Ten

When they returned home from the club, Brandon stopped them inside the front door after he’d locked it and snapped his fingers.

His boys both smiled and started stripping without needing any other order.

Brandon’s cock, which had settled down a little on the ride home, perked right up again.

He handed the bag of implements, which also held their leather collars, to Jeff. “Good boys. Cuffs and collars, go take care of business real fast, and meet me back out here.”

As they hurried down the hall, Brandon watched their cane-striped asses hustle all the way.

His own smile widened.Damn, they’re cute.

And they’re allmine.

He was sitting on the couch, music playing on the stereo, when they returned. When he pointed at the floor in front of him, they dropped to their knees, eagerly staring up at him, awaiting his orders.

It almost felt like having an all-you-can-eat buffet at his disposal. He wasn’t even sure where he wanted to start first.

Leaning forward, he ran his fingers through their hair, tugging on them to lean in and rest their heads against his legs, Jeff on his left and Stuart on his right.

“My very good boys,” he said, keeping his voice soft. “I love you both so much, you have no idea.” Brandon wanted to stretch this moment out, make it last.

Pretend for a little while that the world began and ended right here, with them.

Maybe for some Doms they were all about the leather and pain, heavy bondage and sadism.

Not him.

Sure, he absolutely was a sadist, but first and foremost he was a human who loved these two trusting men. He wasn’t about ensuring obedience at all costs. They had towantto obey him.

That meant putting in effort on his part.

It was every bit as much about times like this, quiet times together, where they could let go to him and he could focus totally on them.

Long in the future, it would be moments likethisthat sustained their relationship, not a quick spanking or hard fuck. Sometimes, Jeff and Stuart liked it when Brandon dropped into what they’d dubbed “dark Dom” mode, where he tied them tightly, caned them viciously, and used them hard in every hole.

Sometimes, they loved to cuddle with him in a pile in bed, watching TV or even just touching, resting, talking.

In other words, like everyone else on the planet, their needs varied.

“Is there anything we need to talk about tonight before we do anything? Any last-minute modifications or questions or concerns?”

“No, Master,” they both said, their faces still pressed against his legs, nuzzling against his denim jeans.

They both sounded like they were dropping hard into subspace again.

“Last weekend, while Stuart and I were alone, he asked me for something. Would you like to tell Jeff what you asked for?”

Brandon didn’t make him lift his head. “I asked Master to start training me for DP.”

Jeff lifted his head and lunged, kissing Stuart, hard, and cranking Brandon’s cock up to 11.

“Fuck,” Jeff whispered. “I can’t wait for that. That is going to be sooo fucking hot!”

The sight of his two boys practically fucking in front of him was almost too much for Brandon to handle. He was afraid if he shifted position wrong he’d cream his jeans right there. “Ahem.”

Jeff realized what he’d done, released Stuart, and returned to where he’d been kneeling. “Sorry, Master.”