Braided

by Michael, Sean

  He felt the other dancers close in, a deep voice murmuring. "He's beautiful, sir. Is he a house sub?"

  "No. He's mine." The words were a growl, Bowie's hands tightening on him.

  Paul smiled, relaxed into Bowie's hands. His.

  Bowie turned him, kissed him. "Mine, Paul. Shall we go find Peter?"

  He nodded, smiled. "Yours. Both of us."

  "Yes. You both are."

  Bowie danced him slowly out of the crowd, hands still sliding on him. He went happily, heading to the lifts, up a floor to his Peter, his heart. Bowie kissed him in the lift, kissing him hard and deep.

  He gasped, arms sliding around Bowie's neck. "Oh. Oh, what was that for?"

  One of Bowie's eyebrows rose. "Because I love you."

  "Oh." He grinned, blushed. "I love you, too."

  Bowie chuckled and put a hand on his back, guiding him out of the lift and to the shop.

  The light was still on, Peter whistling and cleaning, looking happy. "H...h...hey!"

  Hey, Peter. Are you finished for the day?" Bowie leaned against the wall, tugging him close,

  "I...I...I...I am." Peter put the rags away, heading right over to kiss them both.

  Bowie hummed, free arm wrapping around Peter. "Mmmm. My boys."

  He nodded, kissing Peter, rubbing their noses together.

  "You boys feel like playing tonight?" Bowie asked.

  Peter chuckled, snuggled close, and nodded. He grinned, leaning up to nuzzle Bowie's jaw. He liked playing.

  "I was thinking a bubble bath first," Bowie admitted. "Maybe with both your cocks bound, some little plugs keeping you ready..."

  Peter's gasp was sweet and he groaned, pressing close, rubbing.

  "Oh, good, the thought appealed to me as well. You have anything here, Pretties? I'd like to start now." Bowie's voice was deep, wanton, needy.

  "A...a...anything?"

  Paul chuckled. "He means toys, Petey."

  Peter blushed, but grinned, eyes twinkling. "H...h...have a PA w...wand f...for Paulie."

  "Oh, you naughty boys! Not telling me before now! I'm amenable to changing my plans. Or perhaps the plugs and bubble bath could be a lead up to the main event." Bowie was looking at him like their lover was going to eat him up.

  Peter nodded, enthusiastic, tugging Bowie over to see. Bowie grinned back at him. "Come on, Paul, don't you want to see?"

  He grabbed the little box of toys that had migrated down from their rooms, then headed over. The wand was larger than he'd expected. "It's too big, Petey."

  Peter shook his head. "N...no. Y...you'll f...f...feel it. Th...th...there's a cap that c...can l...lock on too."

  "Is it one with a zapper?" Bowie asked, examining it closely.

  "V...vibrates and l...l...light shock."

  "I'm not putting something shocking in my cock."

  Bowie gave him that raised eyebrow again. "No?"

  He shook his head. "No."

  "I...I...I wouldn't h...h...hurt you, P...paulie."

  "Yes, that's what I was thinking." Bowie's eyes held him. "Why no?"

  His eyes went wide. "Bowie? What if it breaks? What if it burns? What if it hurts? What if... That's in me."

  Bowie nodded and went over to the piercing chair. Bowie stripped and then sat, legs spread. "Lube it up, Peter. I'll take it on a little test run."

  He and Peter just stared, wide-eyed, shocked.

  Bowie chuckled, the sound low and sexy. "You're absolutely right, Paul. Aside from a piece of paper, what proof do we have that that's not going to hurt or damage you? I won't take the chance, but I sure as fuck want to put it in you. Once I'm sure it's safe, you're next."

  "H...h...have you e...ever f...felt a s...s...sound, Bowie?"

  "No."

  Paul blinked over at Peter, then at Bowie. "You... I... You'd do that for me? What if it hurts you?"

  Peter stamped his foot. "I s...s...said I w...w...wouldn't hurt you!"

  "Better me than you, Paul. And Peter said it won't hurt." Bowie looked and sounded as if they were discussing a small dildo or a cock ring or something simple and easy.

  Peter nodded. "W...won't hurt y...you, Bowie."

  Paul just sort of stood, watching as Peter washed his hands and slicked up the sound, hand slipping over the tip of Bowie's cock.

  Bowie held a hand out to him. "Come, Paul. Your job will be to kiss and love on me."

  "Are you scared?" He went over, fingers sliding into Bowie's.

  "A little nervous, but I'm not scared." Bowie smiled warmly at him. "I don't believe you or Peter would ever hurt me."

  "It w...will f...feel full, Bowie, b...but it w...won't hurt." Peter looked up at Bowie. "D...deep breath in and out."

  As Bowie exhaled, Peter just slid the tube in, shifting Bowie's cock with a practiced hand.

  "Fuck!" Bowie's eye went wide and his hand squeezed Paul's.

  "You okay? Petey? Is he okay?"

  Bowie nodded. "'M fine. Surprised." Bowie's voice was rather breathless, hand still holding his tight.

  He frowned, petting Bowie's face, lips brushed nose and cheeks and jaw. "It's okay. It's okay, yeah?"

  "I...it's in." Peter showed the little ball at the tip of Bowie's cock.

  A shiver went through Bowie. "It's rather... hot. I want to come." Bowie grinned rather wolfishly all of a sudden. "Of course I can't, can I?"

  Peter shook his head. "N...not until I take it out. T...there’s a h...h...hollow one, t...too. C...can stay in l...longer. I...it's hollow."

  Paul swallowed hard, petting Bowie.

  "So there's one for both of you, is there?" Bowie moaned softly and smiled at him, hand leaving his so that arm could go around him, fingers stroking his thigh. "So vibrations and shocks, right? Do me."

  Peter nodded, grabbed a little control. The little ball started buzzing, vibrating.

  "Holy fuck!" Bowie jerked and his eyes rolled, hips humping at the air.

  He looked at Peter, who just smiled. "I...it's good."

  Bowie was panting, eyes slowly focusing back onto his prick. "It's..." A shudder went through him. "I need to fucking come."

  Peter shook his head. "N...not yet."

  Then Peter pressed some buttons, Bowie's cock jerking and tugging.

  "Oh fuck." Bowie shook, eyes turning to him, hot, glazed. "You're trying this."

  "You sure?" He bent down, took a deep kiss, Bowie shuddering and rocking as Peter pushed buttons.

  Bowie's mouth devoured his, hand sliding through his hair and holding his head in place as the solid body bucked.

  "O...okay. G...gonna take it out." The buzzing got louder as Bowie bucked, the chair rocking.

  Come sprayed out of a roaring Bowie as soon as the wand was clear of his prick.

  Looking pleased as hell, Peter’s eyes just shone. "G...g...good?"

  Bowie reached out to stroke Peter's cheek. "Yes, Pet. Yes, indeed."

  Peter hummed, snuggling in, and Paul leaned down, licking at the head of Bowie's cock.

  "Be good," Bowie murmured, a shudder going through him.

  He cleaned Bowie's cock, belly, Peter coming to help, both of them being very good.

  Bowie rumbled, cock jerking and growing hard again. "I wouldn’t be upset if I come again..."

  They giggled together, tongues playing, licking, pushing into the slit of Bowie's cock. Bowie jerked and whimpered, hands gripping the arms of the chair. They played, took turns sucking and pulling, driving Bowie wild, taking that heavy cock in.

  "Soon," growled Bowie, the muscled body moving, cock driving into his mouth, into Peter's.

  Peter's fingers rolled the heavy balls, his own fingers sliding inside Bowie's heat. Bowie roared again, cock spraying into his face. Peter licked his face clean, both of them cuddling together. Bowie purred, eyes closed, hands sliding idly through their hair.

  He winked at Peter, Peter giggling and taking a kiss.

  "We should go back home soon."

  "We should?" He leaned up, kissed Bowie's leg.


  Bowie growled softly. "Yes."

  Paul shivered, tongue sliding over the salty skin. Peter slid along his back, taking the sound, going to clean it. Bowie tugged lazily on him, bringing him up for a long, slow kiss.

  "Happy?" He cuddled in, smiling at their melted top.

  "Yes, Pretty." He was stroked, Bowie's hand warm. "You?"

  Paul nodded, listening to the familiar sounds of Peter moving about, Bowie's heartbeat.

  "You're going to love the wand, Paul. Very sexy."

  He chuckled. "You watch it. Petey and me will pounce you and you'll have it, now that we know."

  Bowie chuckled. "Is someone angling for a spanking?"

  Paul gave Bowie his best Peter-look. "Who me?"

  Oh, that made Bowie laugh, the green eyes twinkling. "Yes, you."

  He wiggled and winked. "I'm as innocent as..."

  "M...m...me!" The comparison might have worked if Peter hadn't been holding a sound and a wand.

  Bowie laughed. "Oh, I love you boys."

  "Good." He grinned, giving Bowie a hard kiss then stood, bouncing away.

  Bowie grunted and got out of the chair, putting his clothes back on. "We've got a date with a tub, boys."

  "Oh, goodie. Come on, Petey. Last one in gets a beating!" He took off like a shot.

  Bowie and Peter came more slowly, Bowie half leaning on his brother.

  He stopped, came back, frowning. "Are you okay? Did we hurt you?"

  Bowie smiled. "I'm fine. Just... it was intense."

  He slid under Bowie's other arm, helping, getting them into the lift to take them up to their floor. "Come on. Home and rest for you."

  "Oh, no, I can take care of my boys. I'll recover in the tub." Bowie gave him a wink.

  He kissed Bowie's cheek at the lift and then went ahead to open the door. Peter walked Bowie to the bath while he found juice and fruit and thin little cookies.

  Bowie moaned at the sight of him. "You're spoiling me. That's my job."

  He pinked, handed Bowie some juice. "I love you. That's my job."

  Bowie's hand slid along his cheek and then his lover drank the juice and grabbed a peach.

  He smiled, then went to Peter, rubbing the cold juice glass on his brother's shoulder. "Did you have a latemeal?"

  Peter nodded, smiled. "M...m...mouse brought s...some s...s...sandwiches."

  "Come, Pretties, the bath is too big for just me."

  They slowly undressed each other, lazy and relaxed, teasing just a little.

  Bowie made soft, pleased sounds. "I want you to put a plug in each other -- I'll even let you choose the plugs. And cock rings, too."

  "Bossy, bossy." He winked and Petey giggled, tugging him toward the bathroom door.

  "You're cruising, Pretty."

  He dared to stick his tongue out at Bowie, winking to make sure Bowie knew he was playing, not being bad.

  "Brat." The word followed him, fond, Bowie chuckling.

  "Yep! Yours!" He and Peter laughed all the way to the pretty play room, tumbling together on the low sofa, rubbing and touching and searching for their toys.

  "Should I have given you a time limit?" Bowie called.

  "You're supposed to be soaking, Bowie!" He found a pink plug, Peter came up with a round metal one.

  "I am! I want to be watching as well."

  Peter giggled, tongue sliding over his hole, wetting him. "Oh... We... we're doing what you said..."

  "Naughty boys," murmured Bowie from the doorway. "You knew I wanted to watch."

  Peter spread him wider, his cry sharp as Peter's tongue pressed deep. "We... oh, Petey... We were coming back..."

  Bowie growled a little, eyes on them like a heavy hand.

  "G...g...getting him s...slick." Peter licked again, then rubbed the metal plug against him. Oh, Bowie had made his sweet twin bold.

  "Yes... you do it so well." Bowie sounded pleased, horny again.

  Peter chuckled, lips soft and hot against the small of his back. "L...l...l..."

  He dug for the lube and handed it back.

  "Uh-uh. Don't anticipate." Bowie took the lube. "Maybe he was going to tell you he loved you."

  "He was not."

  Peter grinned against his ass. Pinched him.

  "Peter!"

  "W...w...what?"

  Bowie chuckled. "I'm going to spank both of you in a minute."

  "N...not me. I...I...I'm the g...good one."

  He turned, pouncing Peter and rolling them onto the floor.

  "Yes, you usually are, Peter. But not tonight." Bowie was suddenly close, growling. "Now do as you're told, my Pretties, before I have to administer those spankings."

  Peter blinked, then whispered in his ear. "W...what were we t...t...t..."

  He stroked Peter's hair. His twin would panic if Bowie actually did it. "You put your plug in, and I'll go find the rings."

  Bowie purred. "Being so good, Paul."

  Paul looked up at Bowie, pinking, smiling a little, heart fluttering a little.

  Bowie's eyes were warm, a soft smile aimed at him. "My pretty Pet."

  He didn't know what to do, where to look, so he grinned and scrambled, going to look in the cabinet, surprisingly close to being undone.

  Bowie was crouched next to Peter, watching as Peter pushed the pink plug into his ass; Petey's cheeks were almost the same color as the plug.

  He found two cock rings, leather and supple and comfortable. He hated the pinchy ones.

  "Peter's ready for the ring, Paul." Bowie's hand wrapped around Peter's cock, pumping slowly.

  He brought them over, handed them to Bowie before he stroked Peter's cheeks.

  Bowie took one and fastened it around the base of Peter's cock. "That good, Pretty?"

  Peter moaned, pressed close to Bowie, rubbing.

  Bowie kept stroking for awhile. "Oh, I'd say that was just about right." Then those green eyes turned onto him. "Your turn."

  Peter nodded, pulled him down into the pile of warm flesh to play. Bowie took kisses from Peter and then him, alternating back and forth as Peter's hand was guided to his hole. He spread, rubbing against Bowie's thigh, moaning low as Peter's fingers pressed in. Bowie's kisses got harder, deeper, almost fierce, taking his mouth with passion. He met that passion head-on, loving Bowie's need, Bowie's strength. Bowie's fingers joined Peter's, two thick digits pressing in alongside his Petey's thinner ones.

  "Oh. Full." His head rolled, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

  Bowie licked at his lips and teeth. "You ready to put in the plug, Peter?"

  "Y...yes. I...it's heavy, P...paulie."

  He moaned, blinked up at Bowie. "Uh-huh."

  "Indeed. You want that, don't you, Paul? You want to know that you hold that heaviness, that hardness inside you for me."

  "Oh." He pushed close, so hard, a hot ball of need in his belly as the cool hardness pressed against him. "Bowie..."

  Bowie nipped at his lips. "Right here, Pretty. Right here."

  Bowie's hand wrapped around his prick, tugging, thumb sliding across his slit. He groaned, thighs parting farther, the ball spreading him wide, making him jerk and shudder. Bowie put the ring on at the base of his cock, the leather soft, giving, holding him tight.

  "Oh. Oh..." Peter pushed and his body snapped around the base of the plug, a sharp cry leaving him.

  Bowie's purrs slid over his lips, the big hands moving on his skin. Peter settled against his back, hard cock sliding along his cleft, bumping the plug.

  Bowie backed off slightly, stroking himself as he watched them. "Such beautiful boys. I'm the envy of the club."

  "Mal doesn't envy you." He winked and Peter giggled.

  "He should. They all should." Those green eyes included him in the warm regard, Bowie still working his prick.

  "Mmm..." He arched, hips rocking, sliding back and forth between them.

  "The wand first, I think. And then our bath." Bowie looked beyond him. "What did you do with that sweet toy, Peter?"