Brandon even had to keep draining water from the pool. Their street flooded at one end, but at least the lot their house sat on was high enough they weren’t worried about the house flooding.
He was on the phone with Jeff and Stuart that night, having fun teasing them. On their end, they were on Jeff’s phone, with it in speaker mode and in his bed while Brandon gave them directions. His plan was to finish the call once they got off, then go grab himself a shower in his newly tiled master bathroom and rub one out.
Except in the middle of their conversation, Jeff spoke up. “What was that?”
“What?” Brandon asked.
“No, I heard a noise. Stuart—”
A loud, unidentifiable noise filled the phone, and he heard the sound of the men screaming when the connection died.
Now terrified, he tried dialing the phone back, but it immediately went to voicemail. He tried Stuart’s and it went to voicemail after ringing several times.
His next call was to 911, who it felt like took forever to answer. As he tried to juggle getting dressed, he told the operator what he’d heard and that he couldn’t get in touch with the men now.
“We’ll send a deputy out to check on them. Do you want contact with the responding officer?”
“Yes! Immediately. I’m going to drive over there now.”
He threw the bedroom door open and ran down the hall to knock on Emma’s door. “I have to go check on Jeff and Stuart.”
“Why? What happened?”
“I don’t know. I was talking to them, and they screamed, and now I can’t get them on the phone. You stay here, keep the doors locked, and I’ll call you.”
“No, Dad! I’ll go with you.”
“I don’t know what happened. I’m not taking you with me. I promise, as soon as I find out, I’ll call you.”
She finally nodded and followed him through the living room to lock the door behind him. He ran through the rain to his car, his heart racing as he fumbled getting the key in the ignition the first time.
Please, let them be okay!
Visions of TV news nightmares of crimes against gay men flashed through his head, the worst-case scenarios making his stomach curl into a tight ball that threatened to have him hurling his dinner.
When he turned onto the men’s street, he realized the power was out when he saw no streetlights lit. The rain had slacked off to a fine drizzle.
There were plenty of lights from the fire trucks and sheriff’s cruisers parked in front of the house, though. He had to park down the block and run. As he did, his phone rang and he answered without looking.
“Hello?”
“I’m calling to speak to Brandon Ziegler. This is Deputy Callahan of the Sarasota County Sheriff’s Office. I’m at the residence he reported—”
He pulled up short and yelled at the group of deputies in bright yellow rain slickers with DEPUTY emblazoned on the back. “Deputy Callahan?” he screamed.
They all pointed to one standing at the front of a cruiser, who turned. He was on the phone.
“I’m Brandon Ziegler.”
He ended the call. “They’re okay, just shook up.” He pointed to an ambulance, where Jeff and Stuart sat on the back bumper, wrapped in blankets.
Brandon practically sobbed with relief. He ran over to them, throwing his arms around them, kissing both of them.
“What the hell? What happened? Are you okay?”
“Fucking oak tree in the backyard gave way,” Jeff said. “Ground was so saturated it fell over on the back of the house. We’re okay, but the house isn’t livable. Also took out a power line.”
He kissed them both again, just to reassure himself they were okay. “You scared the crap out of me!”
Stuart started giggling and looked at Jeff, who also started laughing.
“What?” Brandon asked.
Jeff snorted and leaned in. “Scared the butt plug right out of me, Sir.”
“Fucker shot across the room, I swear it did,” Stuart added.
It took Brandon a moment to process what they’d said before he started laughing with them.
* * * *
Jeff had never felt so scared in his life as he had when the roof started caving in and the power died. He’d been able to grab Stuart’s hand and drag him toward the hallway, where they’d ended up tangled together on the floor in a sheet that had come with them.
“I can’t believe the fire department got here so fast,” Stuart said.
“I called them when I couldn’t get you on the phone.” Brandon seemed to remember he had a phone in his hand. “Hold on, let me call Emma. I promised her I’d call her when I found out you were okay.” He called her. “Hey, they’re okay. … Tree came down. … Yeah. … Okay, hold on.”
He put the phone in speaker mode.
“Oh my god, are you okay?”
“We’re fine,” Jeff said.
“Sorry we scared you,” Stuart added.
“What tree?” she asked.
Jeff told the story—leaving out the sex and butt plug portions of the tale. When he finished, Stuart had started to say something when Emma spoke up.
“They can move in here, Dad.”
All three men shut up, stunned.
“What?” Brandon asked.
“Duh, bring them home. Don’t forget the Edsel. Oh, my god, is the Edsel okay?”
Jeff started laughing. “Yeah, that cantankerous old bitch is fine. It was the bedrooms on the back side of the house that got the most damage.”
“We’ve got enough room,” Emma said. “Don’t make them go to a hotel, Dad. Bring them home. You know you love them. Quit stalling.”
Jeff looked up to see Brandon staring into his eyes. “Well?” Brandon asked.
“Well what?”
He pointed at the phone. “What she said.”
Jeff looked at Stuart, who nodded.
“Okay. Let me and Stuart talk to your dad about it, though.”
“What’s there to talk about? You two—”
“Good-bye, honey,” Brandon said. “I’ll call you back in a while if I’ll be here long.”
He hung up on her.
Then Brandon stared at them. “Well?” he softly asked. “Think you can handle being around a supervillain in training all the time?”
“Do you want us to move in with you?” Stuart asked him.
He nodded. “Yeah. She’s right. I do love both of you.”
Jeff kissed him. “Yes.”
That left Stuart, who nodded, kissing Brandon. “Yes.”
He engulfed them in another hug. “Then let’s see what we have to do to salvage what we can from here tonight and get you moved in with us.”
* * * *
Stuart still couldn’t believe what was happening. From the scariest night of his life to what was looking like the happiest.
When they finally arrived with their first load of belongings salvaged from the house, Emma must have been sitting in the living room and watching for them, because she threw the door open and ran out to meet them, hugging both him and Jeff as soon as they were out of their trucks.
“Why aren’t you in bed?” Brandon asked.
She planted her hands on her hips. “You honestly think I can sleep until I see for myself they’re okay?” She opened the back door of Brandon’s car to grab a garbage bag full of clothes out of it. “Sheesh, Dad.” She headed for the house.
Jeff walked up to Brandon. “Sheesh, Dad,” he softly said, cracking Stuart up.
* * * *
I’m going to need a bigger bed.
At least the master bedroom was large enough to comfortably fit a king-sized bed. That was added to the shopping list.
As it was, with the queen-sized bed Brandon currently had, there was barely enough room in it for the three of them except during sex and cuddling to watch TV. The men each had their own bedrooms, even though they didn’t frequently sleep in their own beds. Two weeks after that night, and neither man wanted to move out.
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Brandon didn’t want them to move out, either.
And Emma definitely didn’t want them to move out. She’d also volunteered to Brandon that if the subject ever came up around her mom, she’d say Stuart and Jeff were just roommates. Not that Brandon seriously thought the courts would overrule the custody arrangement, because of Emma’s age, and the fact that he could hold it over Tracey’s head that she’d failed to notify him about the incident on the ship, much less forbade her daughter from having non-prescription medication that would have prevented the problem in the first place.
Stuart and Jeff took turns spending the night with Brandon, and Emma didn’t ask questions if she happened to see one or both of them exiting the bedroom at any time.
Having Stuart and Jeff share the third bathroom was working well, except for the one morning Brandon realized the two of them were both in there at the same time after Emma—who was now driving—had left for her early swim practice, and they’d gotten busy without him.
He’d had to peel them apart, get his, and then spank both of them for losing track of what they were doing and instead doing each other without permission.
Which they’d also enjoyed.
All three of them had been running ten minutes late for work, earning the men future punishments, but still, fun was had by all.
If Emma stayed on track the way she was academically, she’d be leaving for college in two years. The three of them could survive not having full-on nakey time throughout the entire house for that long.
Although the nights when Emma wasn’t home were a blast, with two naked subbies at his beck and call.
Especially their eager mouths. Brandon could easily get used to spending the rest of his life being awakened by two guys going down on him.
He hadn’t felt this horny in…ever.
And Jeff was doing his damnedest to work up to getting DP’d by him and Stuart.
The boy sure had enthusiasm going for him, along with that deliciously fuckable ass and gorgeous cock.
Not to mention the more anal training they did with Jeff, the more curious Stuart became and the more he wanted to try. It wouldn’t shock Brandon if once Jeff accomplished DP that Stuart would soon be begging to try it, too.
One thing was for certain, as they settled into this new life together, Brandon knew he’d never felt happier.
Chapter Sixteen
They’d been living together three weeks when their first opportunity to be alone-alone for a whole weekend presented itself. Brandon was more than a little relieved when Emma asked him if he’d mind if she spent the weekend with her mom.
Of course he didn’t mind. The last couple of times Emma had gone there to spend overnight on a school night, Corey hadn’t been there, apparently foisted off on his grandparents or his mom.
And, not shocking at all, Pat had been scheduled to work late those nights, as well, meaning Emma had limited contact with him, too.
Emma confessed to Brandon that she got along a lot better with her mom when Pat and Corey weren’t around, but she still had no desire to move back full-time.
Especially if Corey was living there.
But having a child-free weekend meant the three men could make the most of it, and Brandon had every intention of doing that.
Jeff and Stuart donned tight spandex shorts—and no underwear—to take care of housework.
Brandon took great pleasure in teasing and tormenting the two men, keeping them hard, the outlines of their cocks pressing against the fronts of their shorts.
There were worse ways to take care of housework.
Actually, he had them taking care of housework while he mowed the grass. By the time he finished, it was a little after two, and he was ready to shower and play.
Jeff and Stuart had finished their chores in record time, and then they joined Brandon out in the pool to clean off.
Naked, natch. That’s the only way he wanted his boys in the pool.
When Emma wasn’t home, of course.
Bonus, they could go right from the pool to Brandon’s bedroom, which was exactly where he wanted them.
* * * *
Stuart knew he’d be on the very bottom for whatever fun Brandon had cooked up today.
He was totally down for that.
As they climbed out of the pool and dried off, Brandon smacked his ass. “Cuffs, collar, bed. Now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
That only took him a moment, Jeff helping out by using the snap clips to fix Stuart’s wrists to the headboard.
With his wrist cuffs clipped, Stuart couldn’t get away from them even if he wanted to.
Not that he wanted to.
“Hold his legs open for me, Jeff,” Brandon ordered. “And feel free to use his face.”
Jeff laughed. “With pleasure, Sir.”
Stuart couldn’t do anything but lie there as Jeff straddled him and grabbed Stuart’s ankles, pulling his legs back and wide open. This gave Brandon full access to his ass.
Jeff still smelled a little like pool water, but as he lowered his ass over Stuart’s mouth, Stuart opened wide, his tongue eagerly seeking Jeff’s taint and lower.
“Yeah, buddy,” Jeff hoarsely said. “Get me worked up good and hard. Get that tongue up in there.”
Stuart moaned when he felt Brandon’s gloved fingers probing his ass, working cool lube along his rim. “Yeah, you’re taking two easily now, aren’t you, boy?” He started finger-fucking Stuart’s ass. “Let’s go for three so you can really feel it.”
A gasp escaped Stuart as Brandon started working the third in, but it quickly turned to pleasure as Brandon hooked his fingers and found Stuart’s prostate. He moaned against Jeff’s ass even as the tip of his tongue probed and explored the man’s rim.
“Oh, he likes that, Sir,” Jeff teased.
“I know he does.” Brandon slowly scissored the three fingers inside Stuart’s ass, mixing pleasure and that delicious, aching pain he’d come to long for when he wasn’t with the men. “That’s because he’s my very good boy and knows what his Sir likes.” The fingers disappeared, reappearing with what felt like more lube a moment later. “And he’s going to like this new toy even more.”
Stuart couldn’t see it, but Jeff laughed. “Oh, wow. That’s…wow.”
“Exactly. Isn’t it great? Just came yesterday. Going to plug his ass with this and still get to fuck him. Unlike a butt plug, where we can’t use him at the same time it’s in.”
“Smart thinking, Sir.” A hand Stuart assumed belonged to Brandon slowly stroked Stuart’s cock, not enough to get him off, just enough to make his balls throb and ache.
“I’m thinking I train him to the point he’s begging for ass play, he might be ready to follow you into DP.”
“Mmmm.” Jeff ground his ass down onto Stuart’s mouth, allowing him to punch through the ring of muscle with his tongue. “Fuck yeah,” he gasped.
“Is his tongue up inside you?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Good boy, Stuart.”
Hot lips engulfed Stuart’s cock, the responding moan muffled by Jeff’s ass on his face.
Then the lips disappeared again. “I always reward my good boys for doing what I tell them to,” Brandon said.
Jeff raised up a little and moved back so Stuart could get at his balls. Stuart sucked them both into his mouth, laving them with his tongue. The three fingers fucking him disappeared once more, this time replaced by the feel of a toy pressing for entrance.
“Breathe, buddy. You can take this. I’ll go slow.” It breached his rim, stretching him more than the fingers had, but Brandon was true to his word. He took his time slowly fucking it into Stuart’s ass, a little at a time, back and forth and using plenty of lube.
“That’s right,” Brandon said. “We get this in you, and we can fuck it while it’s in your ass. Fuck it bare and fill you with cum. Well, sort of. Fill it with cum.”
Stuart moaned as it felt like a ridge on the toy stretched his rim even more b
efore passing inside him.
“That’s right,” Brandon encouraged. “You can take this. It’s got a nice, big knot at the end to hold it in place once you take it.”
Stuart didn’t know how long he lay there, spread and used, his mind swirling deep in subspace, before he felt his ass stretch one last time as the toy finally settled into the crack of his ass, firmly wedged there.
“There you go. Good boy.” He heard Brandon strip off the glove.
Whatever this toy was, he couldn’t wait to get a look at it when they finished playing. He felt far fuller than he ever had with Brandon or Jeff’s cock inside him, or any of the butt plugs. It rubbed against his prostate with every move he made and felt like it was stretching him impossibly open.
The mattress dipped as Brandon leaned in closer to Jeff. “Who’s my eager little ass slut right now?”
“Me, Sir!” Jeff said.
“Who’s dying to feel his Sir’s cock fucking him?”
“Me, Sir!”
“So here’s what we’re going to do right now,” Brandon said. “Jeff’s been such a good boy, I’m going to let him put the first load in there while I’m fucking him. Don’t worry, Jeff, I put a little of that edible lube in there you love so much. Then you get to fluff me up so I can add a load to it, and you get to suck Stuart’s balls dry while I do that.
“After I’m done, you get to suck those two loads from the toy like a good boy. Better than a cream pie, because it’s like jacking off into a toy. Then see if you can be fair and suck a second load out of Stuart. Uh, let me rephrase that. You will suck Stuart until you suck a second load out of him. Even if it means I have to start caning your ass in the process to properly motivate your performance. You can fuck a second one for yourself in his ass or his mouth after you get a second one out of him.”
Stuart really wished he could see what the toy was now.
He could hear Jeff’s voice drop, slightly slurred, his own subspace tells. “Yes, Sir.”
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