by Quin Perin
Nate let me taste him for a little longer while he was drifting away in a sort of subspace. At least that's how he described it. I fucked his bratty attitude out of him, and then all he felt was bliss. It was the sweetest sight. Nate, all pliant, not talking back, like clay in my hands. I could do anything to him now. Anything.
—Nate
Weddings were normally boring as hell. Being part of a society family, and the “good” child, I'd been to more than my fair share of them. I'd hated everyone. It was so fucking stupid. Two people who never seemed to like each other, saying a bunch of bullshit and making promises they wouldn't keep. Heck, at the last wedding I went to the groom was fucking me in his hotel room less than an hour after promising to be loyal to his new wife. Stupid. Fucking stupid.
For all these reasons, I hadn't been excited about going to my cousin's wedding. Though I had been happy Sem was coming in town for it. But then my wicked older brother had a filthy little idea, and suddenly, I was more than ready to attend. More than prepared to sit in a grand church and listen to all that droning.
“How's it feel?” Sem asked, watching me pull my suit pants up over my lacy underwear and fastened them.
“Mm. Not as good as you.” I smirked at him. “Not bad though.”
“Good,” he cooed. “I'm glad you like your surprise.”
I'd just gotten out of the shower when Sem had approached me with his idea. In one hand he held a pair of white lace panties that had a little bow on the front and in the other, a thick, remote-controlled plug. He wanted me to wear it during the wedding while he kept the controller in his pocket. It was so naughty. So dirty. Fucking filthy. I loved it. And the fact that we were going to be doing all of this in a crowded cathedral, well, I was already hard at the thought of it. Sem really was perfect.
Under Sem's watchful gaze, I tugged my shirt on and started buttoning it up. He sat on the bed, wearing everything but his jacket with his legs crossed and a relaxed expression on his face. When I started working on my bowtie, he got up and came over to do it for me. We both knew perfectly well that I didn't need his help, but I let him do it. I liked having him so close. Liked having him pressed against me, smelling his cologne.
“Mm.” I slid my hands over the vest he wore and looked up at him. “Worried about seeing father?” I asked. I knew he hadn't talked to him in a while. Hadn't seen him even longer.
“Nah. Why would I give a shit about that asshole?” he snarked, pulling the bowtie in place. “Besides, I have the satisfaction of knowing that I'm fucking his favorite son. And I have ideas.”
“About?”
He smirked. “You'll see. Now finish getting ready,” he purred.
“Yes, Sir,” I teased.
—Sem
St. Patrick’s Cathedral, NYC.
I looked across the sea of hats and the dull color of tuxedos and dresses. So classy. Made by the most expensive brands in the world. Everyone was dressed impeccably. It was a wedding, yes, and it was supposed to be a celebration of the love between two people, yes, but that’s not really what it was. It was a chance for people to show off. Who wore the nicest outfit. Who bought the most expensive gift. That was all that mattered.
The biggest show-offs were, of course, the bride's family who'd paid for the entire wedding. Roses dripped from everything. Candlelight seemed to flicker all around the room. There were rumors of her wearing a ten thousand dollar necklace with her dress. It was garish and tacky in the way only the most expensive things would be.
What interested me the most though was that I couldn’t see my brother. I was searching for him, waiting at the front inside the church. I didn’t want to sit with him, but near him. So I could see him when I turned that plug on...
I brushed my hand along the controller in the pocket of my suit pants, fingering it. The murmurs of the guests were loud under the high arcs and colorful windows in the cathedral. Excitement flickered through the air. This wedding cost a fortune and the bride’s family wanted everyone to know that: Roses, photographers, a choir. I held my hand out for the old lady, a family member of the groom, to gesture toward a seat in the second row up front. She smiled and touched my arm softly, patting it as she shuffled in. What a nice old lady. Having no idea that I certainly wasn't a “sweet boy” as she said.
The devil in a church.
I smiled at the thought, popped the button of my jacket open, smoothed out my vest, and then sat down next to her, right beside the aisle. I felt him before I saw him. His gaze at the back of my neck, making my skin prickle. Nate. White shirt, grey vest, white bowtie. Biting the side of my lip, I tried to hold back the grin that spread across my face. My little brother. So handsome. Not only that...he was wearing lace panties, white lace panties with another fucking bow, and a plug in his ass. My cock thickened at the thought of it; the throbbing in my groin turning more prominent.
When he walked past me with his mother and our father, those blue eyes flicked to mine. There was something in his eyes, as if he was ready to go down on his knees right here, right now. A rush of adrenaline rippled through my veins, freeing a heat wave that rolled from head to toe. I’d never get tired of the way he made me feel.
Father didn't even acknowledge me. As far as he was concerned, I could have been dead. I wasn't following in his footsteps, wasn't part of the family. But no one wanted to make a fuss, so the entire family was invited, including me. Otherwise, people might ask questions.
Nate took a seat next to our father. While I sat on the right side of the aisle, they were sitting on the left, putting as much space between us as possible. Like I was poisonous. Nate looked back at me, and I met his eyes. How fucked up we were. And how much I loved it.
He grinned devilishly, a look I hadn’t seen for a long, long time. We were sinners, after all. And we’d burn in hell. I settled back in my seat, lips curling into a smile when I slid my hand into the pocket of my pants. The button was easy enough to find. I’d studied the device before coming in here. There was an up button and a down button.
Most all guests were sitting down now, the murmurs thinning, the groom, bridesmaids, and groomsmen heading to the front. Only the photographers stood at the back, ready to click and capture this holy fucking day. I licked my dry lips, feeling the old lady shift next to me, turning her head to focus on the doors where the bride would stride out of. While everyone looked back, my eyes were fixed ahead, on Nate.
And then, I pressed up.
—Nate
Stars exploded in front of my eyes, and I let out a quiet gasp before I could help myself. The vibrations worked their way through me, shooting straight to my cock and making it stiffen against the tight material of the panties. I thanked God for them right at that moment because if I hadn't been wearing such a close fitting pair of underwear, my erection would soon have been blatantly obvious. Poor Sem, I didn't know how he was going to deal with his.
“Are you okay?” My mother’s soft voice brought me back to attention, reminded me of where I was, and I blinked at her.
“Huh?”
“You're all red, and you made a sound. Did you hurt yourself?” she asked, her hand going to mine and squeezing gently.
“Uh...yeah. Hit my knee against the pew. It’s fine, though.” I shook my hand away from hers and crossed my legs.
Bad idea.
The shifting of position made the toy move inside of me, and it was all I could do to not make another sound. My teeth dug into the inside of my cheek, chewing at it as I turned to glance to the side. It looked like I was waiting for the bride but instead, I met Sem's eyes again, and he smirked at me, giving the slightest of winks. His hand went back into his pocket and the toy shut off, giving me a moment to breathe. It was going to be a long fucking wedding like this. It was so fucking exciting.
Sem teased me throughout the entire ceremony. There was no rhythm to what he was doing. No pattern to the way he pressed the button. One moment the toy was buzzing away inside of me, on what had to have been the hig
hest setting, the next it was turned off for a long stretch of time. It kept me on my toes, unable to relax. I never knew when he was going to turn the plug on, and it put me on edge.
I was exhausted by the time the wedding was over, and people began to file out of the church. My panties were properly fucking soaked with precum, and my balls were in literal pain. I needed relief. I needed my big brother.
Sliding out of the pew with my parents, I stood to the side with my hand on the back of it. “I’m going to hang back for a minute,” I told my mother.
She glanced at me while my father quirked an eyebrow. “Why?” she asked.
“Saw someone I went to school with. I want to go and talk to him,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “You can go on ahead to the reception. I’ll catch a ride.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” I nodded.
She squeezed my shoulder. “All right, honey. See you shortly,” she said, clutching her purse between her hands as she let father lead her out.
The moment they disappeared through the doors, I darted toward a side door, glancing over my shoulder to give Sem a very pointed look. We were going to find someplace secluded, and he was going to give me what I wanted. That much I knew.
—Sem
“I’m your God, isn't that right?” My hand was draped across Nate's mouth, his hot breath puffing out from his nose. His eyelashes fluttered; his eyes rolled. The plug was humming in the silence between us; my body flush against his in the tiny bathroom stall. A tremor ran through him, a muffled sound against my lips. “What was that?” I whispered, my voice pitching deeper. I hadn't gotten up until everyone had left the church since my dick was clearly showing through my pants.
I couldn’t help it.
Seeing Nate squirm and trying to control himself made me rock hard.
“Yes, fuck, yes.” Nate panted when I moved my fingers off his mouth to let him speak. Tears began to trickle from his eyes, his muscles quivering. My God, how I loved to torture him. “Sem, Sem, please,” he chanted my name like a prayer, his hands coming up to twist in my jacket. I moved my hand from his jaw to his neck and then gripped him so tightly his eyes squeezed shut in discomfort.
He could hardly breathe, and those vibrations were merciless inside him, making him shudder and kick his knees out, trying to get away. I held on tight, pinning him against the stall wall by clenching my hand around his throat and pressing my elbow against his chest. I licked the tears off his cheeks, tasting the salt, the arousal. Nate began to sob properly now. I was breaking him with a simple button, his body twitching. “I’m going to punish you if you come without my permission,” I promised him with another flick of my tongue. His face turned red, nails going for my bare skin. I was choking him, taking his air away because he was mine to play with. I could do just as I pleased.
I pressed my lips against his left cheek in a supposedly gentle kiss while he struggled and gasped for air, nails slicing down the side of my neck. Fuck. I was just about to pull him off the wall and slam him back against it when a single sound made me stop. My hand dropped off his neck and down to the controller in my pants. The door of the bathroom had creaked open. Footsteps. A zipper. My thumb almost broke the fucking controller; that's how hard I pressed the button. Nate sunk back against the wall, the vibrations stopping, inhaling deeply but without a sound. I closed my hand over his lips again; those glossy blue eyes widened instantly, nostrils flaring.
“Shhhh,” I mouthed as the guy relieved himself, pissing away. Nate was still, like a statue. A fucking beautiful one as well. My heart pounded. If anyone caught us in here...there would be consequences. For them, not us. I’d make sure of that. “Good boy,” I said silently, letting Nate read it from my lips. I kissed the remaining tears away. I wanted to drink them up. My pathetic little brother. Overwhelmed with sensations, with his own lust. My breath was shallow but shaky while we listened to the man wash up. More footsteps, then the door creaked again. Close fucking call.
Nate sucked in a much needed breath when I dropped my hand off his lips. I reached down into my pants, but he shook his head swiftly. “Please no, please, I’m gonna c-come if you—ahh,” Nate stuttered at the end, eyes rolling back. I started the vibrations on Low, knowing he’d come straight away on High. I could see it in his eyes.
“Turn around and show me your panties,” I demanded and spun him around, his hands smacking against the stall wall, making it shake. I shook with my own desire, trying to reign it in while my body betrayed me. My cock flexed inside my briefs the moment he undid his pants and slowly, teasingly peeled them down over his ass.
—Nate
It was a good thing that Sem noticed the man coming in because I certainly didn't. I was so completely lost. I felt like I was drowning. Trying my hardest to swim upstream with wave after wave washing over me, stealing my breath. Completely robbed of any control. Any awareness. We could have been out in the rectory of the church, and I wouldn't have even noticed. I was consumed entirely by my lust for Sem. Too horny to even attempt to fight him off.
The front of my shoulders pressed against the wall, my burning cheek resting against it too. I was already so close. So fucking close to coming and I knew that Sem wasn't going to let me. Fucking sadist. He got off on torturing me. On making me hurt. And the sad part was that in the end, I enjoyed every moment of it.
“Look at that,” Sem purred softly, his body against mine once more. He wrapped an arm around me, fingertips dragging over the outline of my cock and pressing down firmly. “Mm, so wet. Like a proper little slut.”
“Please,” I whispered.
“Ssssshhhh.” He tangled his free hand in my hair, yanking my head back, hard, my eyes falling shut. “I didn't tell you to talk, did I?”
I whimpered, shaking my head.
“So be a good boy for your big brother and keep those pretty lips shut,” he growled, slamming me forward again.
Still not speaking, I nodded and shifted my hips uncomfortably. That low buzzing was worse than the fucking high setting. It hurt. Taking me so close to the edge but not letting me reach it. I was going to go crazy. Properly and legitimately crazy if I didn't get what I needed soon.
One of Sem's hands suddenly slid inside the waistband of my panties, at the back, and he yanked them down hard enough that I heard them rip somewhere. Pants and panties around my knees now, he placed his hand on my lower back and pushed forward, making me arch. “Such a gorgeous ass,” he cooed, chuckling darkly. “And all mine. Let's see what you have for me.”
He gripped at both of my cheeks and spread them open with a quiet hum. My body was shaking so hard, entrance clutching around the toy. Oh God. Please. But Sem was watching, squeezing my ass without doing anything else. It was getting to be too much.
Right, when I was about to lose it, the plug turned off, and I took a harsh, gasping breath. “Remember, don't fucking come,” he warned.
My shoulders tightened, and I whimpered as the plug was removed, leaving me empty and rocking back. I had my eyes screwed shut, and I couldn't tell what Sem was doing or where he set the plug, but I heard his zipper going down and then felt the thick head of his cock rubbing over my entrance. Teasing. Still fucking teasing me. Like it wasn't enough that I was nearly ready to fall to my knees and pass out.
Sem stilled suddenly, tip pressed right to my entrance. I held my breath, the only sound in the room that loud pounding of my own heart. And then he slammed in...
—Sem
Nate liked it rough. Much rougher than any of the blokes he’d been with could dish out. At the very beginning, I hadn’t cared much about whether I was hurting him or not although I knew, deep down, that he needed more than a firm hand. He needed his head to turn off from the sheer amount of pain that someone put him through. That I put him through.
When I’d ordered Joe to do something similar to what I was doing now, he’d laughed and thought I was kidding. When I really wasn’t.
One arm around his chest with my han
d holding the plug, the other wedged between Nate and the wall, cupping his balls. I gripped them so hard he gave out a strangled scream. I wouldn’t let him come and instead have him revel in his misery. The width of the plug made it easy to slide in. It was lubed, so his hole was too. I’d slicked myself up with saliva and then shoved my dick inside him, giving him only seconds to adjust. Anyone’s dick would be limp and soft from how much it hurt, but not Nate’s. I could feel it against my palm as I punched myself inside, up to the hilt. Only the hard squeeze to his balls made him come down from his high, made his cock go soft.
My balls smacked against his pretty ass, the sound of skin against skin filling the space between us; lewd and slick and just so wrong. I threw my head back and bit back a groan. This would never get old. Nate, wicked, innocent; my fucked up little brother holding his ass out to me to get pounded.
If anyone walked in right now, there was no mistake of what was happening. Two men fucking, swimming in pleasure and pain. Nate sobbed, and I couldn't help but grunt. Holy shit.
I’d filled him with my come and muttered sweet little nothings into his ear. About how I was breeding him, how lucky he was he wasn’t a woman or else I’d knock him up for real. And Nate just ate it up, crying and gasping. But I knew better than to believe that this wasn’t what he wanted. Ever since I’d walked in on him cutting the inside of his thigh while jerking his cock, I knew. He was kinky. Perhaps even worse than me. A real masochist. His face glittered with tears, lashes clinging together, hair a mess when I pulled his pants back up and tucked the torn lace panties into the pocket of his pants. I clapped my hand on top of his pocket and let my lips hover over his as we stood facing each other.