Heartache Spoken Here by Tymber Dalton
He, too, finally nodded. “Okay, thanks.”
Brandon didn’t know why it was so important to him to make a good first impression on either man—
Oh, hell, he knew exactly why.
He was attracted to both of them.
This wasn’t a problem he was used to having. Normally, he didn’t consider himself poly. Hell, he hadn’t had one relationship in a long time, much less juggling two guys at once. It wasn’t that he was against poly in principle, either. Plenty of his friends were poly, or at least monogamish.
But as dinner progressed and Stuart obviously loosened up and relaxed with them, Brandon knew he was on his way to a potentially serious problem.
Except…he had no idea what to do to head it off.
* * * *
During dinner, the talk turned to play and Stuart hoped he wasn’t embarrassing himself further. “I’ve never played, but I’d like to,” he admitted.
“I wouldn’t mind getting my ass beaten tonight, either,” Jeff said, looking at Brandon.
He seemed to study both of them. “I do have my toybag with me. We could play, if you’re interested in that. We need to negotiate, though.”
Jeff wore a handsome smirk. “You could beat my ass first and let him decide what he wants to try after. I don’t need aftercare. Heck, I wouldn’t mind co-topping with you.”
Both of these guys with their hands on him?
Stuart suppressed the shiver that wanted to race through his body. “Yes, please,” he softly asked.
“Really?” Brandon asked.
“Really.”
“Then I guess we do need to talk.”
From that point on, Brandon and Jeff went through stuff with him, impact play and different implements, what kind of play he might like.
He didn’t know what he liked.
Jeff seemed to bounce back and forth from Top to subby, helping Stuart set limits and clarify points. During this discussion, Cali got up, rounded the group of tables, and walked over to them.
“How you doing, Stuart?”
He nodded. “We’re talking.”
“Feeling better?”
“Yeah, thank you.”
“Hey, don’t feel bad, seriously. On another night, remind me to tell you what my shitty ex-boyfriend did to me. It happens to the best of us. But keep in mind that life is short, and we only get one. So while you’re being cautious, don’t forget to live and enjoy yourself. Take the good kinds of risks. I can vouch for Brandon that he’s a decent guy. I’m sure Brooke and her guys will vouch for Jeff. We keep an eye on our own around here, so don’t be afraid to stretch your wings where it’s safe.” She patted him on the shoulder before moving on to talk to someone else.
Stuart returned his focus to Brandon and Jeff. Hell, wasn’t this exactly why he’d moved to Florida in the first place? To take a chance and actually live his life? “Yeah. Let’s do this.”
“You sure?” Brandon asked.
“Absolutely.
* * * *
Jeff wanted to rush through the rest of dinner and get back to Venture.
Get his ass beat by a gorgeous Dom and get to help top a new subby?
Yes, please!
When they did return to Venture, since they had already paid for the night and wore their wristbands, they were waved inside.
They staked out a bench on the far side of the space, and Brandon opened his toybag to show them what he had.
Nothing in there Jeff would red for, but he explained some of the less obvious looking implements to Stuart, items he knew might catch the guy off-guard.
“But if you use something on me I can’t tolerate and I say red, you’ll stop using it?”
“Of course,” Brandon said as he started hanging implements on a nearby stand.
“Then why don’t we play like that? Maybe not restrain me this time?”
Jeff had to hand it to Stuart, the guy had balls.
“You can pick some implements you want to try and I can limit your scene to those,” Brandon said.
“I’ll watch what you do to Jeff, if that’s okay. If I see something I don’t like, then I’ll tell you before you start.”
“Fair enough.”
“Can I talk to Jeff while you play with him?”
Brandon pointed to Jeff. “That’s between you and him.”
There was something…really different in a good way about all of this. About Brandon and about Stuart.
“You can help him, if you want,” Jeff said.
“I just want to watch.”
“Why don’t you sit at the head of the bench? You can keep me distracted.” Jeff winked.
“Works for me,” Brandon said. “Do you have a jock or something to wear, or do you play full naked?” he asked Jeff.
“I’m good with full naked.” He stared into Brandon’s blue gaze and fought the urge to lean in and kiss him.
Brandon licked his lips. “Okay.”
* * * *
Dayamn.
Brandon’s cock throbbed, painfully hard. He hadn’t felt this hard in a long damn time, either.
“You’re going to need a towel,” he told Jeff.
“I’ll get it.” He walked over to the rack of them and Brandon didn’t miss how Stuart also watched him.
When he returned, he draped it over the bench, laying a spare next to Brandon’s bag, presumably for Stuart, along with a fleece throw. Then, next thing Brandon knew, Jeff was stripping.
Holy…fuck, thank you!
Nice body on him, gorgeous ass, and his cut, eight-inch cock was already semi-hard.
Brandon gave up and adjusted his cock in his jeans.
Jeff smirked. “Problem, sir?”
Brandon didn’t miss that it was a lower-case s. “No problem.” He pointed at the bench. “Just a little bit of discomfort I can deal with.”
Jeff climbed up on the bench, arching his back so Brandon could get a good look at the goods. Now he knew the guy was doing it deliberately.
He reached out and dug his fingers into both of Jeff’s ass cheeks, squeezing hard, enjoying the soft moans the man made in reply. “It’s not nice to tease the horny sadist, you know.”
He wiggled his ass a little. “Yes, sir.”
“Won’t stop you from doing it, huh?”
Jeff smiled at him over his shoulder. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re about to see how much you can take before you safeword.”
“Yes, please, I hope so.” He flattened himself on the bench and got comfortable, snagging Stuart’s arm and having him sit in front of him.
Brandon’s mind flashed elsewhere, seeing the two of them together, naked, while he was, too, and getting ready to fuck Jeff instead of just beat him.
As his brain re-engaged and returned to the dungeon, he knew he’d have to be careful and not lose his heart to these guys. Not like this. Not on a whim.
It’d be too damn easy, and he didn’t want to get his heart broken.
And he damn sure didn’t want to break their hearts, either.
* * * *
Stuart nervously sat on the floor, close to Jeff’s head. Then Jeff grabbed Stuart’s hand and put it on the back of his neck, cupping him, his hand over Stuart’s, fingers laced.
“Ready?” Brandon asked.
“Don’t hold back with me. Just give me a warm up.”
Brandon started with a bare-handed spanking, and Stuart felt Jeff’s hand squeeze his.
“Yeah,” Jeff softly moaned. “That’s good.”
Jeff reached out with his other hand and caught Stuart’s head, pulling him in until their foreheads touched. “Nice and warm, just a little bit of sting to it,” Jeff said. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Jeff’s hand slid from the back of Stuart’s head, down his shoulder and arm, to his other hand. They laced fingers and Stuart tried not to hold his breath as he sat there, listening to Jeff moan between describing things to him.
“If I get too loud,” Jeff said, “fee
Stuart didn’t know if Jeff was teasing or not.
Brandon started using a pair of floggers on him.
“Ohhh, yeahhh.”
“That doesn’t hurt?”
“No.” He sighed. “That’s like a massage right there. Those are mop floggers. You can’t hurt someone with those.”
It sure seemed to be intense, though, from how the impacts shook Jeff’s body.
Then Brandon switched implements again, and Jeff let out a hiss. “Motherfucker.” Jeff turned his head to look. “What the hell is that?”
Brandon smiled and held it up. “Acrylic paddle. Two Crafty Bastards.”
“Damn. Carry on. Green.” Jeff settled back into position, including tugging on Stuart’s arm to get him to touch foreheads with him again. “That’s going to leave a mark tomorrow. I hope.”
As Brandon used the small paddle on Jeff, Jeff finally kissed Stuart, the hand over Stuart’s on the back of Jeff’s neck squeezing as Jeff moaned, gasping against Stuart’s lips with each impact.
Stuart wasn’t sure he might not come in his briefs. Jeff’s kiss felt sexy, exploring, in control.
“Aw, you got to kiss him first,” Brandon teased. He switched paddles.
“Oh, motherfucker.” Jeff looked over his shoulder again. “If I’m gonna get spanked, I want to earn it.” He pulled Stuart in again and this time his tongue sought entrance.
Stuart closed his eyes, helpless, loving every second of this and no longer able to focus on what he was supposed to be observing and learning.
Brandon laid another hard swat across Jeff’s ass, making him flinch but not safeword.
Finally, Brandon walked around to Jeff’s head and leaned in close. “Hey, this is supposed to be sadistic.”
“You are, man. You are.” Jeff kissed Brandon. Stuart wasn’t sure who was more surprised by that, him or Brandon.
“If this was a private party,” Brandon said, “I’d be putting a butt plug up you just to torture you.”
“If this was a private party, I’d be begging you to fuck my ass by this point.”
“Fuck,” Stuart and Brandon both whispered.
Brandon kissed Stuart. “I think we’re getting distracted.”
“Then get back there and paddle my ass, Sir. I want to feel those strokes when I’m rubbing one out later thinking about this.”
Brandon smiled at Stuart. “I promise I’ll go easier on you, but apparently I’ve got a brat to take care of.”
“I’m not a brat, I’m just fucking horny as hell now.”
Brandon returned to the ass end of the bench and swapped implements. Now the sadist was fully back in control, and Jeff held on tightly to Stuart’s hands as Brandon went after him.
It was hot, sexy—and Stuart wished it was him in Jeff’s place.
A couple of times, Jeff did yellow. When he did, Brandon would immediately stop and give him a moment, stroking his ass before switching implements.
Finally, Brandon worked him up to a big finish with a nasty looking cane, five really hard strokes, the last of which set him sitting straight up on the bench.
“Ow, red! Ow.”
Brandon put the cane aside and stepped in behind him, pulling him back against his body, holding him. Stuart watched, wishing it was him in Brandon’s arms.
* * * *
Brandon couldn’t remember the last time he’d had that much outright fun during a scene. Jeff played everything back to him, taking what he gave him and wanting more. Sure, he’d enjoyed scening with others in the past, but this was…
Fun.
Jeff held Brandon’s arms in place as he leaned back against him. “Just sit here with me for a minute,” Jeff softly said. “Please?”
Brandon nuzzled the back of his head. “Thought you said you didn’t need aftercare?”
“I…don’t. Usually.”
“You want to go over to a couch?”
“No.” He tipped his head back against Brandon’s shoulder. “Dammit, that was good, mister.”
Jeff felt right in his arms. “Yeah, it was.” He nibbled the side of Jeff’s neck, loving how the man pressed his body even harder against him when he did.
“You bite me,” Jeff warned, “and I’m following you home. Just saying, that’s a massive deep trigger of the good kind for me.”
“Mmm. Good to know.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever hit subspace that hard.”
Brandon wouldn’t deny more than a little pride at that, except…maybe it had as much to do with Stuart’s presence as it did him topping Jeff.
Jeff finally lifted his head from Brandon’s shoulder and turned to kiss him. “We got ourselves a newbie to beat…Sir.”
Their gazes locked for a long moment. “I could get used to you calling me that.”
Jeff smiled. “Bite me and you’ll never get rid of me, Sir.”
* * * *
Stuart was a little disappointed to see Jeff get dressed again, except he left his shirt off, draping it on the end of the implement rack while Brandon wiped down all the implements and the bench with disinfectant wipes. Then Jeff spread a new towel on the bench and smiled at him.
“Ready?”
Jeff nodded, nervously kicking off his shoes and removing his socks.
He supposed it wouldn’t matter that he was hard, because Jeff had been, too. At the end, when Jeff had leaned back against Brandon, Stuart couldn’t help but stare at the man’s cock.
If the rules hadn’t prevented it, he would have been tempted to go down on him right there.
When Stuart climbed onto the bench, Jeff knelt in front of him, hands cradling Stuart’s face.
“Yellow or red any time it’s too intense. Don’t be a hero. We can always do more.”
“Yeah.”
Jeff kissed him again as Brandon started stroking Stuart’s back.
Hands! Human flesh, a real guy touching him, another one kissing him—he was glad for the towel because he wasn’t entirely sure he might not come just from that.
As Brandon started working on him, light bare-handed swats at first, Stuart realized Brandon was going far easier on him than he had Jeff.
He broke their kiss. “Harder,” he whispered.
Jeff smiled. “Attaboy. Give him more,” he told Brandon.
Brandon picked up the pace until Stuart felt himself hovering, almost floating.
“Yeah, you got him now,” Jeff said. He changed positions so Stuart could rest his head on Jeff’s shoulder, while Jeff reached under him and started tweaking his nipples.
As Brandon worked his way through various implements, Jeff relayed information to Brandon, sometimes safewording for him even though Stuart hadn’t, and realizing only after the fact that it was because Jeff was reading his body language and the sound of his breathing from that position in a way Brandon couldn’t.
Finally, at the end, Brandon leaned in close. “Five with a cane, okay?”
“Yes, Sir.” He snuggled closer to Jeff as Jeff wrapped an arm around Stuart’s head, cradling him against his body.
“You got this, buddy,” Jeff whispered. “You can take this.”
The first one sliced across his ass like hot wire, making him cry out, but he didn’t safeword. Jeff had taken a lot more, and he knew he could take four more of those.
Especially with Jeff encouraging him.
The second felt as bad as the first, and by the fifth he was shivering even as his brain swirled and felt untethered from his body.
Brandon draped a fleece throw over him, then moved to take Jeff’s place while Jeff took care of wiping down the implements.
Much as Stuart had with Jeff, Stuart cuddled against Brandon. “Thank you,” Stuart whispered.
“How was that?”
“Sooo good.”
“Give it a minute to process, then we’ll go curl up on a couch.”
“All three of us?”
Brandon kissed his forehead. “Yes, all three of u
* * * *
Stuart didn’t want to leave the club, but it was two a.m. and they were closing.
He would have stayed curled up with Brandon and Jeff all night if he could have.
The men exchanged numbers and Brandon promised to call Stuart in the morning to check on them. And then…
They left.
Stuart almost cried—had been warned by Jeff and by Brandon that feeling emotional was perfectly normal and expected—when he’d had to say good-bye to them.
When he returned to the room at the hotel, he stripped and turned to stare at his body in the mirror. Red marks and welts crisscrossed his ass and back and shoulders.
The cane marks.
He stretched out in bed and quickly masturbated, coming faster than he had in a long time. As he lay there and caught his breath, he realized he was still semi-hard, the feel of his raw ass against the sheets making him horny still.
He had never rubbed two out as quickly as he had then.
Finally, he could fall asleep, but all he could think about as he did was how Jeff and Brandon had tasted as they kissed him.
Chapter Eight
Brandon checked in with both men by phone on Sunday morning, plus they got together for lunch.
Stuart still looked like he might be a little subspacey when he showed up at the restaurant.
“You sure you’re feeling okay?” Brandon asked.
He smiled. “Yes, Sir.”
Brandon reached over and patted his hand. “You don’t have to call me that.”
“But…I want to.”
Brandon shared a quick, knowing glance with Jeff. He didn’t want to crash the guy, but he also didn’t want to lead Stuart on in case this ended up not going anywhere.
Compassion won out. “If it makes you feel better, then okay. But I’m not requiring it of you.”
“It’s just…” Stuart studied his hands for a moment before looking up at them. “I know I’m not experienced. In any of this. But it’s obvious the people at the club and at dinner last night trusted you guys. Maybe it’s stupid of me to feel like this, but I feel like I can trust you. I promise I won’t be talking to anyone online like I was before. I’ll be safer.”