Braided

by Michael, Sean

  Moaning, Bowie came, too, pushing heat deep into Peter.

  Peter slowly relaxed, cuddling into his arms.

  "Mmm... sweet boy." He stroked Peter's back.

  "Paul, can you get Peter's plug ready, please?"

  Peter's ass clenched around his cock as Paul nodded. "Yes, Bowie."

  He purred, hands working Peter's back to keep him loose and easy. Paul pressed the plug into his hand, warm and slick, lips trailing over Peter's shoulder. He lay back carefully, bringing Peter with him, and slid the plug in gently as soon as his cock came out.

  "There," he murmured, hands still gentling Peter. "My boys all plugged up for me."

  Peter turned towards Paul, who leaned in and kissed Peter gently. "Yeah. So sexy, Petey. So hot."

  "You both are." He kissed Peter again and then Paul, before helping Peter up and settling on the couch. "I think I'm going to spend the day making you walk around and I shall watch like the love-struck fool I am."

  "The d...d...day?" Peter blinked over and Paul chuckled.

  "Oh, he'll decide to play with something else in the box, Petey..."

  "Would you like that, Paul? Would you like me to find something else to play with?" He nodded at the box. "We should at least take a look at what all is left. Peter?"

  Peter blinked over at him and Paul grinned wolfishly.

  "I promise we won't use anything else we discuss today unless you want to."

  Paul looked over. "Can I come sit with you?"

  Peter nodded and gave him a warm, grateful smile, moving carefully towards the box.

  "Peter, feel free to give Paul's plug a bit of a jostle, but he's allowed to do you whenever you do him."

  He sat back, wondering if Peter would be bold enough to do it at all.

  Peter blushed and hid behind his hair, heading for the box. The thing Peter brought forth next was a heavy single-tailed whip.

  "Mmm... that looks like a nice one. Not my best tool, I must admit -- it takes a real skill to wield one properly. I hear Mal's a master with it."

  Paul nodded. "Mal is. Des, too. Those scare me. They cut." Peter looked over at Paul, then twined their fingers together.

  "Well I'm happy to put the whip up for adoption with Mal, but I'd like for the three of us to watch Mal or Des work with it one day. Just observe, see what a real pro can do with it." He stayed casual, but he was watching them closely.

  Paul looked as if he was going to argue, but Peter nodded and Paul relaxed. Always so protective. "Sure, Bowie. Okay."

  "Put that in the giveaway pile. All right, make a giveaway pile and that'll be the first item. What else have you got in there, Peter?"

  "Th...th...there is just l...l...l...l...leather st...st...st...st..."

  Paul looked over. "Restraints, harnesses, blindfolds. A ball gag."

  "Ah, now this is my balliwick. And I know you like the restraints, Peter. The times I've tied you both we've all enjoyed ourselves immensely."

  Peter nodded, handing the cuffs and thigh restraints to him.

  He smiled his thanks and checked them out. "Eh, they're not so special. I'll have to talk to that big leather works chap -- Moose? -- get him to make me some custom stuff for us."

  Paul grinned. "Mouse. He's a lover. Big and mean-looking, but all heart and soft-touches."

  "Mouse, right. I've got a few things in mind, maybe you two have suggestions as well?"

  Peter shook his head, but Paul shrugged. "Mouse has got anything and what he doesn't? Hawk does. I... Peter hasn't done a lot and my top from before, it wasn't... complicated."

  He nodded. "I like to consider myself an artist with restraints. And you two... quite the canvas. We will create such beauty together."

  His Pets blushed together, each giving him a smile, so lovely. Paul pointed to the harnesses. "They're too big. Weird. We couldn't make them work."

  "Hmm." He frowned and checked them out. "You're right, they're much too big. You'd have played with them otherwise?"

  They looked at each other, then shrugged. Paul tilted his head. "If they didn't look stupid…"

  He chuckled. "I'll see what Mouse and I can come up with. I think the two of you would very much enjoy swinging in a sling."

  "I...I...I l...l...like swings." Paul looked at Peter, but kept quiet, nodding, holding back his laughter.

  "Good. Good." He smiled and tossed the harnesses into the giveaway pile. "We are going to have such fun."

  Paul held up the ball gag on one finger, eyebrow lifted.

  "Now I understand why Paul doesn't like those; what about you, Peter? Do you have a problem with gags?"

  Peter shrugged, then gave him a mischievous grin. "I...I...I...I...I c...c...come b...b...built w...w...w...w...with one."

  He laughed. "We'll save this for Paul, shall we?"

  Paul stuck his tongue out, then winked. "They taste bad."

  "We'll have to soak them in Peter's and my come then."

  Paul blushed dark, cock jerking, and tossed the gag into the 'keep' pile.

  He hummed happily. Paul was a little pervert, wasn't he? Just how Bowie liked them.

  Peter held up the last things -- hoods and blindfolds, leather, fur, silk -- and handed them to Paul.

  Well these weren't his favorite toys, but he was interested in Peter's reasons, not his own. "Peter?"

  "Wh...wh...what?" Oh, that was almost sullen.

  Paul looked worried, hands reaching for Peter, lips parting.

  "Don't, Paul," he warned. "Touch, soothe, do not speak."

  He gave them all a moment and then cupped Peter's chin, turned the pretty pink face up to him. "You're safe here, Peter. Please tell me why the hoods and blindfolds were packed away."

  Peter shook his head. "D...d...d...d....d...d...d...d...d..."

  Paul petted Peter, stroking belly and chest and back, visibly worried.

  He went and sat behind Peter, fingers digging into Peter's back, massaging. "This is a safe place, Peter. Paul and I love you. You can tell us anything."

  Peter looked at Paul; he could see the worry in Paul's eyes, those fingers petting Peter's face.

  "D...d...don't l...like them."

  "I'm not particularly fond of them myself. Will you tell me why you don't like them?" He kept his voice low, calm, continued touching and massaging, encouraging Peter to stay calm, to feel safe enough to speak.

  Peter shook his head. "P...p...p...pauly c...c....c...c...can."

  "Fair enough. Paul?"

  Paul looked at Peter, eyes serious, then spoke. "Things were bad for Petey. The guy who had him before me was bad and Peter doesn't like being in the dark. It doesn't matter any more because I found him and we ran and he can't have Peter back and it's over. All over. Hear me, Petey? All done."

  He growled just a little, hands sliding around Peter to give him a hard hug from behind. "Yes, Peter. Paul saved you and now I'm here, too, and no one will hurt you." Some people didn't deserve to live, let alone have Pets of their own.

  Peter nodded and threw the blindfolds into the throw-away pile. "No. No. N...never."

  He nodded. Some things didn't need to be explored. "I promise you, Peter, that I will not ever blindfold you or Paul."

  Peter nodded and pushed into his arms, holding him and shaking a little, slowly calming. It was Paul whose eyes were filled with tears.

  He reached out, stroking Paul's cheeks. "It's all right, Paul. He's all right."

  Paul nodded, looking down. "He used to just need me when he was scared. It's hard to share."

  "Oh, Paul, I'm not trying to replace you." He held one arm out so Paul could join the holding. "He needs us both, pretty Pet."

  Paul came easily, both his boys warm and settled against him. Quiet. Relaxed. Trusting.

  They sat together for awhile, rocking while he petted them, stroking their spines. It felt good, to enjoy the quiet after their open and fruitful discussions. He was very proud of both his Pretties. Peter for speaking, Paul for letting his brother speak and for sharing himself
instead of hiding behind sass.

  After a long while he grinned and let his fingers tease down along the creases of their asses. "How are those plugs, my pretty Pets?"

  "Still in." Paul chuckled and shifted away, bumping into Peter.

  The movement made his finger slip and he jostled Peter's plug by accident. Peter peeped, pushing closer into his arms, eyes wide. Chuckling, he did it again and then reached for Paul, fingers finding the base of the thick plug and jiggling it. Paul groaned, ass pushing out, trying to stretch where Bowie couldn't reach.

  It made him chuckle some more and he wrapped his arm around Paul's waist, pulling him in close. "Peter? Would you check Paul's plug for me, please? Just jostle it a little, make sure it's seated right."

  "Bowie!" Paul's complaint was all play; those pretty eyes were dancing and playing for him, resistance a tease.

  Peter reached back, hand moving carefully, nudging the plug and making Paul groan.

  "Mmmmm... do you enjoy that, Peter? Making Paul moan?"

  Peter looked over at him and nodded, eyes warm, fingers sliding again, slow and sure.

  He chuckled. "Paul? Would you go to your hands and knees, please? Peter and I would like to play."

  Paul groaned. "Oh... No fair."

  Peter giggled as Paul moved onto his hands and knees.

  "Oh, I think it's more than fair. Peter and I will take our pleasure giving you pleasure." He stroked a hand along Paul's back. "Do continue, Peter, do what you want."

  Peter blushed dark, bent to kiss Paul's lower back. That beautiful hair went everywhere, hiding what that slender hand was doing to make Paul shudder. Purring, he slid his hand down to tease the two rings that made his own cock jerk, then he found Peter's fingers and followed them. Peter was slowly turning the plug, fingers careful and gentle, but insistent.

  Oh. Oh, his pretty, bashful Pet was good at this when he wanted to be.

  He leaned over and licked Peter's ear. "You're a natural, pretty Pet."

  Peter heated and moaned softly. "L...like to m...make him f...feel good."

  He nodded. "And you do a good job."

  He brought their mouths together, giving Peter a long, slow kiss as he helped Peter turn the plug.

  Paul groaned, hips starting to sway, to shift. "Petey..."

  Peter's eyes shone and he nuzzled Paul's back again.

  Bowie kissed Peter again and then gave him a wink before moving to lie beneath Paul. There Bowie set to work, licking and nuzzling Paul's nipples, fingers playing over Paul's cock and beyond to the sweet little rings. Paul was moaning, rocking above him, jerking every time his fingers caught the rings.

  "Beautiful, my Pretties. Just beautiful."

  One of Peter's fingers found his side, his hip, sliding through the curls above his cock. He purred around the tight little nipple in his mouth. Paul moved faster, hips pushing towards Peter's fingers, demanding, needing.

  "So hungry, Paul."

  Paul nodded, keening, body shuddering above him. "Bowie... Petey..."

  "Keep playing, Peter."

  He slid down, licking at the tip of Paul's prick.

  "Bowie!" Paul lurched forward, crying out.

  He grinned and licked again before settling with his mouth around the tip, sucking and teasing the slit with his tongue.

  "Petey! Petey, please! I need..." Paul kept moving, body jerking.

  He pulled off for a moment. "Fuck him with it, Peter."

  Purring at the thought, his own cock hard as nails, he went back to sucking, one hand reaching down so he could play with those enticing rings, the other reaching up for Paul's hard little nipples. Paul's sounds were dark, hungry, pure need, cock leaking into his mouth. He sucked harder, letting more and more of Paul's cock in, fingers working hard.

  "Gonna come. Please. Gonna..." Paul shook, voice hoarse.

  He nodded and sucked harder, working with Peter to send Paul flying. Paul's scream was sweet, sharp, seed flooding his mouth. He swallowed it all down, keeping Paul's prick in his mouth, sucking gently.

  "C...c...can I t...t...take it out, B...b....b...b...bowie?"

  He let Paul's prick go. "Yes, Peter. Take it out and fuck him."

  "F...f...f... B...b...b...b...but I...I...I..."

  "Petey, please." Paul was rocking, moaning.

  He slid out from under Paul's body to stroke Peter's cheek. "Don't you want to?" he asked.

  Peter shook his head, but the hard, heavy cock belied the motion.

  He wrapped his hand around Peter's cock, stroking while Paul panted and begged. "No? You don't want to fuck your brother while I fuck you?"

  Peter whimpered, hips shifting, lips parted and damp. He reached around, jostling the plug inside Peter. Peter gave a low cry, arching, hands tightening on Paul's ass.

  He moaned, moving around to kneel behind Peter. "I'm going to take it out now. You take out Paul's. And then we'll make love."

  "Please, Petey. Please. I've wanted you so long, love. So long. Please." Paul's voice was a constant song of need as Peter's trembling hand reached for the plug and began to pull it out.

  "That's it, Pet." He licked at Peter's neck and began to slide the plug from Peter's body, letting Peter's own progress with the plug in Paul guide him.

  Peter pulled slowly, the wide part stretching Paul's body, a low groan filling the air.

  "So sexy," Bowie murmured, pulling the plug out of Peter just as slowly. They made him so hard, these two.

  Both plugs slid free, his Pets moaning in concert.

  "Now slide right in there, Peter." He lined his own prick up with Peter's hole, moaning, needing and wanting.

  Peter moaned and Paul arched, begging for it.

  Peter's cock pushed in and Peter jerked, a sharp cry piercing the air. "Paul!"

  "Yes, Petey. Yes."

  He pushed into Peter, moaning and enjoying the way he was pulled in. A small voice at the back of his head murmured that this was the first time Peter had fucked Paul, but he dismissed it and concentrated on the amazing sensations.

  A harmony of low, desperate sounds were filling the air, Peter moaning furiously between them. He had one hand on Peter's hip, one on Paul's, holding both his boys. His Pretties. Peter jerked, squeezing his cock tight, Paul moaning low.

  "Soon, my Pretties, soon. All together."

  His boys moaned, the rhythm speeding faster and faster. He moaned loudly, slamming in hard. Screams filled the air, low and sweet, together. Peter's ass clamped down hard on his cock, pulling him over with them.

  They collapsed onto the floor, Paul turning almost immediately to gather Peter into his arms, whispering into his lips. He collapsed with them, keeping his weight off his boys with his arms. Paul was rocking Peter, humming and kissing, petting.

  He nuzzled Peter and then Paul and then settled on his side next to them. "Mmm... thank you, that was lovely."

  Paul nodded, holding Peter tight, almost protectively. "It was. So good. So good."

  "You all right, Peter?" he asked softly.

  Peter nodded, curling closer to Paul, cuddling. Paul reached out and pulled him closer, sandwiching Peter between them.

  "Mmmm..." He hummed and settled close, arm thrown over both of them, hand resting on Paul's hip.

  Peter relaxed, snoring softly, Paul smiling over at him. He smiled back, relaxing. It had been a hard, long morning. He was sure there would be many more like it.

  But it was worth it. This was worth it.

  Chapter Seven

  Paul finished cleaning the ink pots, headphones on loud as they went.

  Man, the whole day had sucked.

  Sucked.

  Like a torarian gelt-eater during the swarms.

  Peter was... cranky.

  Like really and truly evil bitchy cranky.

  One of the tops had brought down a little sub to get his cock pierced and the kid was crying and sobbing and Peter wouldn't do it -- even when the top pointed out the sub hadn't safeworded. Then the yelling started and man, Petey was quie
t, but when the real screaming started?

  Damn.

  So security came and the top left with the crying sub and then Mal came and there was more yelling and a little bit of throwing things and Mal threatening to go to Bowie and that really pissed Petey off and the whole piercing shop closed.