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  And from there…Stuart realized about twenty minutes in that John was not only a genuinely nice guy, but that Stuart had finally found himself actually relaxing.

  By the time they returned to the hotel nearly two hours later, Stuart felt like the evening had gone…normal. Easy.

  Like things felt with their friends at home.

  In Florida.

  Iowa was no longer his home, and the more Stuart thought about it, the more he realized it hadn’t felt like much of a home even before he’d moved.

  From the get-go, he’d felt a sense of belonging in Florida.

  Home.

  They’d had a pleasant dinner with none of the usual stomach-churning drama or backbiting or easily hurled complaints about random “others” who didn’t seem to fit some nebulous vision of perfection their parents held up.

  “Is it my imagination,” Brandon said as he found a parking space, “or did that go well?”

  “It went amazing.”

  “Feeling better?”

  “Yeah. A lot.”

  “For what it’s worth, your sister seemed happy to see you.”

  “Yeah. I’m really glad she’s getting out of here. She’ll be able to do something to make her happy.”

  “Glad you didn’t cancel?”

  “I’ll let you know after the wedding. You haven’t met Jake yet.”

  They headed inside. “He sounds like some sort of bogeyman.”

  “He was,” Stuart muttered.

  * * * *

  Brandon had also wanted to use this weekend to finally start digging a little deeper into Stuart’s family history. After meeting and talking with Eileen, it helped bring things into a clearer focus about their oldest brother.

  Once they were safely locked in their room, and had climbed into the shower together, Brandon asked it. “Did Jake abuse you guys?”

  “He bullied us. Treated us like crap.”

  “I mean…did he sexually abuse you?”

  “No. I mean, he didn’t me. I can’t speak for sure about Eileen and Robert. I didn’t even realize how much he’d bullied her. I thought it was just me and Robert.”

  Brandon held him close for a long kiss. “I’m going to pull rank on you, as both husband and Master. John and his friends will keep Jake in line. If they don’t, I will. Under no circumstances are you to get into it with Jake. Understand?”

  Stuart stared up into his eyes. Their subby boy had gorgeous green eyes that had hooked him that very first night Brandon had met him in the office at Venture.

  “Yes, Master,” he whispered.

  Brandon touched his lips. “My very good boy.” Slanting his lips over Stuart’s, Brandon pressed him against the wall and delivered a long, crushing kiss, wanting to totally shut Stuart’s brain off again and keep it that way until he fell asleep.

  Stuart had emotionally tied himself in knots ever since Eileen’s first call to invite him to the wedding. Now they were here, and it was time for Stuart to let go and just be in the moment.

  There was one sure-fire way to do that.

  Stuart’s cock hardened between them. Brandon grabbed his hands and pinned them against the wall, over his head, as he continued delivering searing kisses, swallowing every soft moan escaping his boy’s mouth.

  As tired as Brandon felt from his work week, and then the flight, he knew he was only good for one tonight and wanted to make it last.

  Stuart, on the other hand, they could almost always get more than one out of him if it’d been a day or two since he’d last come.

  And Brandon hadn’t let him come since Tuesday night.

  Planning ahead.

  Brandon pressed the length of his body along Stuart’s. He stood five inches taller than Stuart’s five nine and loved the way his boy’s body fit against his. Perfectly matched, slim, trim, a tight bubble butt he loved to fuck, in shape from doing physical work all day.

  All his. Well, and Jeff’s, but since he owned Jeff, too, still all his by default.

  He didn’t mind sharing Stuart with Jeff. More than once, having a second man to keep their horny boy busy had been a blessing. And it was fun watching the two of them together, especially when Jeff was in a slightly toppy mood and took control.

  “How’s that spanked ass,” Brandon rumbled.

  “In need of Master’s cock inside it.”

  “Good answer.” He stepped back and turned Stuart around to face the wall, pressing his palms against the tile, over his head. “Stay.”

  He grabbed the soap and nudged Stuart’s legs wider apart. Brandon started teasing him, washing him with his bare hands, sliding his fingers along the seam of his ass and under his balls. Stuart’s cock jerked with each touch and Brandon knew if he tasted him, pre-cum would already be dripping from his slit.

  It hadn’t taken much to condition his boy’s body to crave their hands on him. Eager to please, loving to be on the very bottom of whatever the two of them wanted to do to him.

  Brandon leaned in to whisper in his left ear. “I should have made you wear a butt plug for the flight today. It would have made going through airport security interesting.”

  Stuart’s fingers clenched, his hips automatically rocking against Brandon’s hand as he explored and teased. “Yes, Master.”

  “Oh, I did bring one, if you didn’t see it in my luggage. You will wear it all day tomorrow. I plan on fucking your sweet ass as soon as we get back from the rehearsal dinner, and I want your brain focused and in the right mindset all day long.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  He nipped Stuart’s ear. “Such a good boy.” He reached around with his other hand and squeezed Stuart’s cock, then released it. “Wash me up, then let’s go have some fun.”

  He handed Stuart the soap. Now, his green eyes looked glazed and soft, one of his deep subspace tells.

  At this point, Brandon could ask nearly anything of him and Stuart would gladly agree to it.

  He turned to face the wall, legs spread. Stuart’s soapy fingers trembled a little as they slid up the crack of his ass, around his rim, down again. “You’re going to have your tongue up there for a while, baby, so make sure you do a good job.”

  He felt Stuart’s lips feathering along the back of his left shoulder, his body pressed against Brandon’s as both hands cleaned and explored. Brandon’s cock, which had been thick and semi-erect for most of the shower, finished hardening at the contact. Stuart cradled Brandon’s sac in one hand even as the other soaped and cleaned his crack, teasing.

  “Good boy.” He arched his back, sticking his ass out farther. “You always take such good care of me.”

  If he ever hit the lotto, he would have both his boys stay home, able to serve him and each other full-time. Stuart was such a natural, giving person, a nurturer. That his asshole family hadn’t driven those instincts out of him as a child was amazing.

  That he’d ended up in Brandon’s life, and with Brandon’s ring on his finger, was a blessing.

  He felt Stuart’s rigid cock brush against his thigh as his fingers slipped and slid, until, finally, Brandon needed relief. He turned and took the soap from him and set it aside.

  “Rinse off. Bed.”

  After Brandon shut the water off and they stepped out, he handed Stuart a towel. “Dry me off.”

  As with everything else, Stuart threw himself into it, even dropping to his knees to dry Brandon’s legs and feet.

  When Stuart stood, Brandon grabbed another towel and started drying his boy, taking his time, kissing his flesh as he did and making sure to gently tease his raging cock with the towel.

  After hanging up the towels, Brandon led Stuart out to the bedroom and snapped his fingers, pointing at the floor next to the bed. Stuart immediately complied, kneeling, head bowed.

  Waiting.

  Brandon turned on the TV for light and a little background sound, then turned off all the lights in their room and stripped the covers off the bed. He also grabbed lube, condoms, a hand towel, and the short piece of
rope he’d tucked into his suitcase.

  “Hands.”

  Stuart offered them up. Brandon made quick work binding his wrists together, nothing fancy, just a simple tie Stuart could easily escape from, if he wanted.

  The point being he didn’t want to get free.

  “Bed. On your back. Hands over your head.”

  With his hands bound it was a little awkward, but Brandon enjoyed watching him get into position.

  Brandon straddled his face and stared down into his eyes. “Time for you to earn your orgasm tonight, boy.” He reached down and stroked Stuart’s damp hair. “I suggest you get comfy.”

  Stuart smiled. “Yes, Master.”

  Stuart’s mouth obediently opened as Brandon lowered himself, his balls bathed with Stuart’s warm breath before his tongue eagerly laved over them.

  Brandon braced himself against the headboard. “Yeah, perfect.” He and Jeff were the first men Stuart had ever been with, and the man hadn’t hesitated to learn what they loved. After a few minutes of that, Brandon moved up, reaching back and spreading his cheeks.

  Stuart’s tongue slicked down his taint, rimming him, softly moaning the entire time and sending vibrations rippling through Brandon’s soul.

  One Saturday afternoon when Emma and Grace hadn’t been around, and before Jeff’s health issues hit, he and Jeff had tied Stuart up and spent over an hour taking turns edging his cock with their mouths while the other sat on his face.

  Stuart had enjoyed every second of it and begged for more.

  They never needed to beat him to drop him into subspace—he loved being used, being of service, bringing pleasure.

  Brandon never took him for granted or forgot how lucky they were that Stuart had come into their lives. Stuart never had to wade through the dating pool, he’d never had a bad experience, other than the near-miss catfishing that had been more a warning than a bad lesson.

  “You are sooo damn good, baby. So good.”

  Another whining moan in reply, and a redoubling of his tongue’s eager efforts.

  Finally, when Brandon’s cock ached and he knew he couldn’t hold it much longer, he lifted himself from Stuart’s face and slid down his body, stretching out on top of him.

  “Does my good boy need a good fucking?”

  “Yes, Master, please!”

  The lovely shade of desperation in his voice made Brandon’s cock twitch. He sat up, rolled Stuart onto his stomach, and quickly prepped and lubed him. After rolling a condom onto his own cock and slathering it with lube, he slowly entered Stuart, stopping just after the head of his cock breached his tight rim.

  Stuart arched his back, angling his ass up, thighs spread but his lower legs hooked around Brandon’s. “Yes!”

  Brandon took his time, knowing Stuart wanted a deep, hard pounding and determined to make him beg for it. Right now, he knew the last thing on Stuart’s mind was his brother, or Jeff’s health, or any other thought except busting his nut.

  Brandon braced his arms on the bed on either side of him and slowly pressed forward, just a little, before withdrawing until the head of his cock was barely inside him. Again and again, a little more depth with each stroke, it was all Brandon could do not to slam home, hard and deep inside him, the way he knew Stuart wanted. Stuart’s gorgeous ass tightly fisted his cock and all Brandon wanted to do was plow him hard.

  “Beg me, baby,” he hoarsely said, wondering if Stuart had any idea how frayed Brandon’s control really was.

  “Please, Sir! I need it!”

  When Brandon’s thighs pressed against Stuart’s ass, he had to pause, catch his breath, so close to exploding. “Whose ass is this, baby?”

  “Your ass, Master!”

  After another breath, Brandon took a long, slow stroke, out until just the head remained inside him, before slamming into him again, all the way to the root and making both of them moan.

  “Is my boy horny?”

  “Yes, Sir! Very!”

  “Maybe I should get me some, and then put a butt plug in you and let you think about how to talk me into letting you come in the morning.”

  When Stuart tried to rock his hips against Brandon, he dropped his weight onto Stuart again, biting the back of his shoulder, hard, where it wouldn’t show.

  Didn’t need to rub the locals’ faces in it.

  “Stop moving, 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’t care how 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.”

  Brandon kissed the back of his neck, morning stubble feeling scratchy against Stuart’s flesh. “For the duration, it’s okay to call me by name or just say Sir. We don’t need to scare the ’nillas, or antagonize your brother. I don’t want you to forget and call me Master in front of them.”

  When the girls weren’t around, Stuart preferred to call Brandon Master, even though Brandon had relaxed that rule with Emma and Grace present nearly all the time. Except Stuart preferred to call Brandon that.

  He was his Master.

  And he’d been looking forward to doing that all weekend…except Brandon had a point.

  Yes, Sir,” he finally said.

  Better start now and get used to it.

  Brandon closed his left hand around Stuart’s, lacing fingers with him, their wedding bands touching. “It doesn’t matter what we call each other. We’re still husbands.”

  Stuart stared at the two simple wedding bands that, better than anything, quietly explained to the world what and who they were to each other. “Yes, Sir. I hope Jeff’s okay.”

  “He’ll probably be calling pretty soon and begging me to tell Emma and Grace to stand down, if I know our boy.” He nuzzled the nape of Stuart’s neck. “I might have left the girls with orders to not let Jeff lift a finger to do anything around the house, except personal care stuff and to watch TV on the couch. Unless he wanted to take them out to eat, or they needed to go to the store. Then Emma could drive him.”