Peter stood inside his walk in closet and studied his gear, his eyes roaming over the collection of gleaming leather, confident that Chad would remain on his hands and knees on the living room floor until he gave him permission to move.
He was so relieved that things with Aiden had gone well. After Chad’s meltdown the night before, unreasonable and dramatic though it may be, Peter had called his best friend and warned him in no uncertain terms that if Chad was in any way unhappy with him Peter would string him up and flay him.
Aiden had not been amused, but he’d promised to be on his best behavior.
Reaching out, Peter stroked the back of his fingers down one of his newer leather jackets. It had been a while since he’d dressed up to do a scene with Chad, and he was excited.
Making up his mind, Peter selected a pair of thigh hugging chaps, knee high boots, and a pair of motorcycle gloves whose gauntlets extended halfway up his forearm. The effect would be just what he was going for. He couldn’t wait to have Chad slobber all over his boots as he debased himself for Peter’s pleasure, and the mental image of Chad at his feet as Peter lorded over him made his cock twitch in pleasure.
Getting dressed, taking his time and enjoying the fact that he was keeping Chad waiting, Peter studied himself in the mirror. He looked good. The chaps clung to his muscular thighs, buttery soft and gleaming under the soft lights of the walk in closet, and the way they framed his cock was magnificent. Already rock hard, Peter’s cock jutted out from his crotch like it was leading him into battle. It was huge and veiny, his knot already bulging at the base, the very epitome of what an alpha’s cock should look like.
Peter took himself in hand, glove separating the skin of his palm from that of his shaft, and stroked himself until a pearl of pre-cum was beading on the slit of his cock. The touch—and the anticipation for what he was about to do—sent a shiver down his spine that went all the way to his balls.
Turning his gaze away from the gear meant for him, Peter looked over the gear exclusively meant for Chad. He reached out and grabbed a thick collar, wide enough that Chad would feel it no matter how he turned his head, along with a pair of bondage mittens and a leash. He was about to leave when his eyes lingered on his collections of gags, his attention drawn to the penis gag that would make Chad choke and gag the whole time he was wearing it. He grinned and added it to the items already in his hands.
Time to go have some fun.
Walking back into the living room, cock leading the way, Peter found Chad exactly where he had left him. The younger alpha was breathing deep and slow, his head lowered and his body exquisitely still.
The ease with which Chad went into his submissive headspace was one of Peter’s favorite things about him.
“Chest down and hands behind your back,” Peter barked. Chad took a sharp breath as his whole body shuddered, but he was quick to obey. He brought his arms behind his back and pushed his chest down to the hardwood floor, his face turning sideways as it to came into contact with the polished wood.
Peter moved forward so that he was standing with his boots on either side of Chad’s head, his cock pointing down at the back of the younger alpha’s cheek. Nudging his right boot inward, he pressed it against Chad’s chin.
“Lick it,” he commanded. Chad obeyed instantly. The boy stuck out his tongue, moaning as he licked a stripe up the side of Peter’s boot. Peter grabbed hold of his cock and started jerking himself off. It was amazing. He could feel Chad’s tongue through the leather, his grunts and moans betraying just how much he was enjoying himself.
Peter lifted his left boot off the ground and pressed it down on Chad’s cheek, making him whimper.
“You like that, don’t you?” Peter said, pushing Chad’s head down against the floor. Chad stayed on his knees with his chest to the ground, holding his position as Peter abused his face. He whimpered and kept on trying to lick Peter’s right boot, but he was only able to reach the edge of his sole.
“You look so good like this,” Peter said, moving his boot off Chad’s face and shifting it to his neck. He pressed down, holding it there for a full minute while Chad’s breathing got more and more labored. He pressed down a little harder. “Do you like that?”
“Yes, sir,” Chad said immediately, the words coming out like a gasp of pleasure. The sound made Peter’s balls pull up tight.
“Good.” Peter removed his foot and crouched down, making quick work to buckle the collar around Chad’s neck and push his fists into the bondage mitts. With that done he clipped the leash to Chad’s collar and told him to open up.
Chad’s eyes widened at the sight of the cruel cock gag, but he obeyed and parted his lips. Peter pressed the gag past his teeth, the three-inch penis attachment making Chad choke the minute it touched the entrance to his throat. Peter grinned and buckled the strap behind Chad’s head, locking the gag tightly in place.
“There we go,” he said, his voice low and heated. He held Chad’s head between his hands, thumbs stroking over the gag as Chad stared up at him with wide eyes. “You look so good.”
Chad closed his eyes and breathed in deeply through his nose.
Rising, Peter grabbed the end of the leash and started walking out of the living room. Chad hurried to follow, crawling after him on his hands and knees, and Peter couldn’t resist speeding up until the leash went tight and Chad had to scramble to keep up. He laughed at Chad’s indignant squeak.
“Maybe I should take you out like this,” Peter mused, getting a noise of pure protest in response. He laughed and led Chad into the bedroom. “I think it would be fun. I could parade you around in one of the more exclusive BDSM clubs downtown—show off what a good boy you are.”
Chad shook his head empathetically.
“I’ll let you think about it,” Peter said. He had no intention of ever letting anyone see Chad like this—ever—but it was fun to tease him. The way Chad’s face went red with humiliation at just the thought of Peter showing him off was delicious.
They had come to a stop in front of the bed, and Peter turned to look down at his obedient little pup.
“Up on the bed,” Peter said, sitting down on the mattress. He slapped his gloved hand down on the bed, like he would when commanding a dog to jump up. Chad watched him, a mix of indignation and arousal burning in his eyes, before deciding to obey and crawling up on the bed.
“Are you giving me attitude?” Peter growled, grabbing Chad’s leash where it connected to his collar and pulling him close so that he could glare into his eyes. Chad swallowed noisily and shook his head, his eyes wide.
“I didn’t think so,” Peter said, pushing him back and rising from the bed. He let his hands land on the globes of Chad’s ass and squeezed. Chad was facing the headboard, standing on his hands and knees at the edge of the mattress, looking over his shoulder at Peter as he massaged his glutes. Peter grinned. He pressed his hand into the space between Chad’s thighs and pushed his legs apart, slapping his sensitive inner thighs in the process. Chad whimpered and arched his back, making Peter’s mouth water.
