Art of the Match 6: Binding Sunny
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Bluestreak's wings fluttered in anticipation as he and Sideswipe worked to strap Sunstreaker into restraints at the twins' home in Crystal City. The yellow mech was already blindfolded and on his back in the middle of their large berth, willing and eager for whatever his lovers had planned for him.
The mechling had learned so much about his Intendeds in the vorns since the contract was signed. Sunstreaker was as ill-suited to the role their society had placed him in as Bluestreak was to his. Both could pass when necessary, but it was an uncomfortable fit. At those times they could hardly wait to get back to relative privacy and their natural dynamics. It was Sideswipe that was Sunstreaker's secret. The yellow twin might say the words and sign the contracts for them, but it was Sideswipe that actually understood how to make it all happen. It had been Sideswipe that championed Bluestreak to Sunstreaker, even though it was Sunstreaker that Bluestreak had originally attempted to have court him. That had taken a bit to figure out; the way to Sunstreaker's spark was through his brother.
Sideswipe himself was the most natural dominant of the three of them, with Bluestreak riding the line between them.
Right now the mechling was practicing his commanding side, intent on learning to satisfy Sunstreaker's needs. "Put the audio blocker on him," he instructed the twin helping him. "I want his only clue to what we're doing to be our touch."
Sideswipe grinned and Sunstreaker shivered with growing arousal as his world narrowed once more, closing in on touch as his primary sense.
"Primus he looks good, all strung up like that. I always got his hands up and spread his legs, but I never thought of securing them overhead before," Sideswipe rumbled, his hands lingering to stroke down his brother's sleek thighs.
"It'll also make it harder for him to move his hips," Bluestreak replied, optics bright and field alive with desire. "Let's also use the overload inhibitor. Put everything at our mercy."
Sideswipe shivered first, but Sunstreaker moaned before the device was in place. Sideswipe's sudden spike of lust was bright between them, and the feel of the small device turning on was familiar to him.
Bluestreak hummed happily, drawing his lips across Sunstreaker's shin plates before moving over to the toy chest and rummaging around. Out came several items, including sensory teasers and a false spike so large that it would push Sunstreaker to his limits.
"He's not going to walk right for an orn," Sideswipe grinned as he took his place by his brother's helm, lightly tracing his fingers
Bluestreak purred at the thought. "Everyone will be able to tell what we did to him." He crawled back, placing the toys in easy reach, and leaned in to nuzzle and nip at Sunstreaker's neck. "Going to make him incapable of even begging before he gets to overload."
It was debatable whether Sunstreaker's whine was from the nuzzle or the burst of lust across his bond, but it hardly mattered. The yellow mech wanted. Wanted this, wanted them, wanted to be used and then rewarded by two he trusted. That had been Bluestreak's first lesson. Sunstreaker may desire submission, but he was a proud mech and conditioned by society to be a leader. With a spark-bond that predated being in a frame, trust came before submission. Bluestreak had won that trust that Sunstreaker had wanted to give, and the rewards for them both were intense. Even Sideswipe, who wasn't nearly as into domination as his brother was into submission got a good thing in the deal.
The mechling's arousal flared at the sensation of power he got from dominating the older and more experienced mech. His glossa wiggled against his neck cables and he grabbed a sensory teaser, flicking it on and letting it rub against Sunstreaker's hip, moving inwards. His other hand reached up, stroking Sideswipe's hip as well. The red twin purred, enjoying the sight more than the contact for now, but Sunstreaker keened and tried to roll into the contact, thrust his hips up and spread his legs wider all at once.
Bluestreak let the teaser move to the inside of his hip joint, electromagnets in the fine filaments at the end activating. "He's so good, so responsive," the mechling rumbled happily.
"Yes, he always has been," Sideswipe agreed, reveling in watching and feeling his brother like this when he didn't have to do the work. "He's always so much more settled afterwards too."
A low whine was Sunstreaker's only contribution to the conversation, but the wild flaring of his field made his lovers tingle.
"Oooh," Bluestreak moaned, and then twitched the teaser, sending it skittering over Sunstreaker's spike cover, which immediately snapped open for the spike to slide out. "I like doing this for him." His own field flared in response as he watched Sunstreaker moan and writhe, seeking more of the teasing attention.
"Something I'm grateful for," Sideswipe admitted as he traced a light finger up his brother's artistically golden and black spike. Sunstreaker moaned and rolled his hips up as best he could into the teasing touch. "I can dom him, but I don't get off on it like you do."
Bluestreak's optics were focused on the sight of that spike as it extended and pressurized. He'd learned quickly to tell the difference between extension from arousal and extension by command. This was arousal, and it spoke to how strongly Sunstreaker reacted to having his senses cut off and being bound. "So it's a really good thing you two got me," he said, letting the teaser run up that spike he enjoyed before moving to the other hip joint. Charge rose in his field as he felt his own interface equipment online, wanting to feel his lover.
Sideswipe's affirmative purr was almost drowned out by his brother's howl as he bucked hard into that feather-light stimulation. Bluestreak felt his valve clench at the sound, and he ran the teaser back around Sunstreaker's groin, just barely outside the line of sensors at the base of the spike.
"Bluestreak!" Sunstreaker keened, trying to shift to press into that touch more. His entire frame was alive, on fire with molten heat pouring through his tubing. Alive, but so very far from overload.
Bluestreak grinned widely at that, his field flaring. The teaser made another ring around the base of the spike, just inside the one he made before. Sunstreaker could only moan and squirm, his frame shivering from the sensations. He wanted to overload already, but his charge was far below what he needed.
"Please, Blue, lovely, more," the yellow mech gasped.
Bluestreak's field surged again and he circled the teaser again, this time against the very base of the spike itself. He slowly worked his way up the black and golden spike like that, waiting for Sunstreaker to beg between circles. By the time he neared the tip, his own spike had pressurized from sheer arousal, and lubricant had begun to seep from his valve.
"Primus this is hot to watch. Almost as good as the main event," Sideswipe rumbled, making his way to his brother's helm to stroke the sensitive vents there for another deep moan.
"You'll overload before he does," Bluestreak promised with a hungry rev of his engines. The teaser continued to circle the spike, just barely touching. "It's going to be a long session before he overloads, but when he does..." the mechling shivered, imagining his Intended caught in such a powerful overload.
"It's going to be amazing," Sideswipe grinned at him, his fingers sliding down to stroke along the cabling of Sunstreaker's neck as he watched his brother shiver and press into every touch. "He'll probably set me off just on feedback. You get him wound up like I never can."
"I plan to wind him up high," Bluestreak purred, waiting for the tell-tale click that would signal Sunstreaker's valve cover opening. He leaned in, glossa seeking Sunstreaker's hip joint as the teaser continued its work on his spike.
He was rewarded with a scream as the cover snapped open, the scent of heated lubricant spilling into the air.
"You have patience like nothing I've got," Sideswipe shivered at the arousal pouring off his brother.
"Ooh," Bluestreak moaned, shifting on the berth. He leaned in, licking at the lubricant dripping out of Sunstreaker's valve, wanting a taste that was purely his lover. Then, in a move made smooth from practice, he surged forward and sank his own spike hilt-deep in the slick passage. The entire yellow form below him undulated with a keening bliss. Sunstreaker's valve cycled tightly, calipers and cabling clenching tightly around the gloriously carved spike that fit him so perfectly. The heat shot up with Sunstreaker's charge until he was panting, drawing in deep vents of air to try and cool his systems even as he moved and worked to build up more heat.
Bluestreak groaned in pleasure, field rioting as he began a hard, fast rhythm that would wind both of their charges up quickly. "He feels so good, so perfect."
"You have no idea," Sideswipe moaned in tandem with his brother, the bond between them flung wide open. "I'm barely going to last at this rate. You have no idea how hot this looks. Top of my self-servicing recordings. I just want to get behind you and drive you into him until he overloads despite the inhibitor."
"I think you'll like my idea just as much," Bluestreak replied with a groan. He could feel how fast his own charge was rising, knowing he was close to overloading himself. His rhythm faltered as he tried to thrust that much harder, before he went over the edge with a loud cry, charge crackling across his frame and fluid flooding Sunstreaker's valve.
Under him the yellow mech howled and keened, desperate to share his lover's bliss as the charge-rich fluid filled him, lighting off specialized sensors meant to bring his overload if he was anywhere close.
"Oh..." Sideswipe shuddered, his spike quivering in the air and his valve slick enough to leave lines of lubricant down his legs and a small pool under him. "You have no idea how much he gets off on that."
"One orn I will," Bluestreak replied, voice filled with static from his overload. He carefully pulled out of his lover, then crawled up to be next to his upper torso. "Your turn," he purred at Sideswipe. "Fill him, remind him with your spike who else he belongs to."
The red mech shuddered at the words as much as their tone. He moved quickly, eager to feel some relief from the charge racing through him. He gripped his brother's hips tightly and drove in with a single powerful thrust. He didn't wait to settle or enjoy the feeling of being enclosed in that wonderfully slick mesh of silicone, lubricant and transfluid before pulling back and driving in again, and again, chasing his overload with a singular purpose.
Bluestreak felt heat roll through his frame once more at the sight, and he leaned in to explore one of Sunstreaker's helm vents with his glossa, nipping at it occasionally. After a few moments of that, he shifted and his mouth descended on Sunstreaker's and glossa easily forcing its way in to lay claim to his oral cavity the way Sideswipe was his valve. He barely felt the pace of thrusting change before he felt Sunstreaker shudder and Sideswipe groaned, stilling as he pumped his own transfluid into the shivering yellow frame under them.
Bluestreak pulled back and nipped at Sunstreaker's lips before looking at the red twin. His wings gave a little flutter that the twins knew meant that he had plans, very pleasurable ones. His hand found the large false-spike, watching eagerly as he waited for Sideswipe to recover enough to pull out of his twin.
"We ride him with that filling him?" Sideswipe guessed with a grin.
"With him eating out the one not riding him," Bluestreak confirmed with a rumble, arousal thick in his field once more. "Ride him until he's about to overload despite the inhibitor, then shut it off so he can feel the full intensity of the charge he's built up as he goes over."
Sideswipe shuddered. "So who gets to be on him when he does get to blow?"
"I want to be on him," Bluestreak said, optics eager. "Feel the charge I've built up in his fluid."
Sideswipe nodded and came around his brother's legs to stroke the hard yellow spike with black racing stripes. "Maybe lower his legs for this?"
"Once I have this in him," Bluestreak agreed. "Maybe tie them together to constrict him around it." Bluestreak moved between Sunstreaker's legs, and his engine gave a rev at the sight of fluid pouring out of his valve to pool under his aft. The mechling couldn't help but lean in to lick at the fluids, tasting the three of them mingled together.
"Sounds good," Sideswipe grinned at his brother's moans and twitches. "Sooner it's seated, the sooner I can kiss you."
"We taste so perfect mixed like this," Bluestreak moaned, face coated in fluid as he pulled it away. He brought the false-spike up, and began pushing it into the already well-used valve a bit faster than would be optimal. Mixed fluids squelched out around it as Sunstreaker clamped down around the very large intrusion.
"Damn that looks hot," Sideswipe rumbled hotly.
"Like the way he feels when this is inside him," Bluestreak replied with a purr, optics bright and focused on what he was doing, every twitch the valve tried to give around the false-spike that filled it past its capability to move the calipers. It was soon completely in, and the mechling gave a couple short, sharp thrusts before locking the toy in place. "Let's get his legs re-tied."
Sideswipe nodded and they made quick work of the shift in position, both very familiar with how to bind Sunstreaker in all sorts of positions.
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Sunstreaker moaned and whimpered. He was so full, almost painfully so with they way they had clamped his legs together. The stretched lining of his valve sent his charge skyrocketing and scrambled his processor. He almost didn't register the renewed touches on his spike, or the mouth kissing him. They eventually caught his attention, especially when one of them sank down on his spike and squeezed ... Sideswipe if the bond sensation flood was anything to go by.
They were going to deactivate him with pleasure, he was sure. He wouldn't want to go any other way.
He cried out as the valve around him began to rise and fall. He could feel is own pleasure, and his brother's. It caused his charge to rise even faster. Sideswipe had to be pushing his own pleasure over the bond, to affect him this much.
Then the mouth on his moved away and was replaced with a dripping valve. He moaned at the taste that could only be his Intended, and started to lap at his valve. Hot lust added to the pleasure rolling through the bond and Sunstreaker knew he was getting his brother off big time as he did his best to focus on the valve above him, licking and swirling his glossa in the slick space.
Existence really only got better than this when it was over and they were all sated, overload lax and curled up together in warm contentment. It seemed far away at this moment.
He keened as he felt the two mechs above him overload. He felt his charge rising even higher. He couldn't imagine how it could possibly be this high, but it was still rising... He felt them switch positions, tasted Sideswipe as he moved over his mouth, felt Bluestreak as he sank onto his spike.
He whined in that fine mix of pain and pleasure he couldn't think past. There was only the sensation, the rising charge and the bliss that Sideswipe was pushing through the bond.
Oh what this would be like when they were all bonded and he could feel this all at once!
Suddenly, the inhibitor was shut off and he overloaded almost instantly from the charge running through his systems. Everything whited out, and he was only peripherally aware of the other two overloading a click after him before the power of his overload shut his systems down.
It was several long breems before he booted up again. He vaguely noticed that he had been released and set to rights. There were two warm, lax frames pressed against his, contented fields deeply entwined with his own.
Yes, this was paradise, and Sunstreaker smiled as he snuggled in between his lovers and relaxed into a sweet recharge.