Page 94 of Roll With The Punches

But…damn.

Jeff’s hand stilled. “Jesus Christ, that’s good,” Jeff said. “I know he’s got to be loving this. Now it makes me want to shove that plug in my ass and get loosened up again.”

“Maybe tomorrow morning.” Brandon wrapped his arms around Stuart and pulled him back, against his body. “Say something, Alpha.”

“Th-thank you, Master!”

The men laughed. “I think you broke his brain, Master,” Jeff teased.

“I’m sure we did. If it feels so good, Alpha, you can come. Start fucking yourself on our cocks, baby. You come first.”

Stuart clenched and unclenched his ass around them a few times, wanting to savor this, make it last, He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out long once he started moving.

Jeff grabbed Stuart’s hands and placed them on his own shoulders. “Hold on to me and fuck me, baby.”

Stuart forced his eyes to focus on Jeff’s, his handsome smile. “This…fuck.”

“I warned you it was intense.”

“Fuck!”

Brandon nibbled the back of his neck. “Guess I’m going to have to let my boys work on my ass so I can try this, too, if it’s that much fun.”

Stuart tipped his head back and kissed him, slowly rising up a few inches before settling onto their cocks again, grinding against them.

Fuck.

Brandon reached around and played with Stuart’s nipples. “I bet you can come without us touching your cock now. Bet that sweet ass feels really full with his cock jammed against your button, hmm?”

“Uh huh!” Stuart took another stroke, his eyes rolling back in his head. He’d loved the increasingly large butt plugs, especially when he had to wear one for a while. They’d left him with a perpetual hard-on and eager to test his limits.

This was…

Fuck.

“Ride our cocks, boy,” Brandon ordered. “You don’t nut soon, I’m not going to be able to hold back, and then you’ll spend the night in a chastity cage.”

That got him moving. If Brandon had a torture Stuart genuinely did not like, even though he’d take it, it wasthat.

Because he invariably ended up hard with the cage strapped on him, and that hurt.

Which made him horny.

Which made him hard.

It was a perpetual cycle of being horny and hard and hurting that didn’t end. And the last time, both of them had fucked him while he wore the cage, and he’d actually come while they were doing it, a weird sort of unfulfilling orgasm that had both felt good and left him even more frustrated on the other end of it.

Stuart fucked himself, Brandon tugging and pinching his nipples while Jeff’s hands on Stuart’s hips urged him faster, harder. Before long, he was bouncing on their cocks, a long, rolling moan of pleasure escaping him.

“That’s it, boy,” Brandon said. “Get over the hump. You can do it.”

It hit hard, fast, and nearly took his breath away. His cock jerked, ropes of cum actually hitting Jeff in the chest as both men urged him on and started moving, too. Brandon first, then Jeff came, the three of them finally falling still in a sweaty, panting heap.

Brandon kissed the back of his neck. “How was that, baby?”

Stuart, unable to speak, held up a fist to them. Both men chuckled and fist-bumped him from either side.

Brandon started to untangle himself from the top of the pile. “Okay, pool time, then cuddles, then whatever we feel like after that.” He nipped the nape of Stuart’s neck. “Love you, boy.”

“Love you, too, Master.”

He leaned in and kissed Jeff. “Love you.”

Jeff smiled, looking sated and tired. “Love you, too, Master. Both of you.”