“Don’t you have a pair just like those?” Carver objected when Tex started looking for his size.
“Almost, but I wear those outside,” Tex said, crouching down and looking through the boxes. “I don’t want Peter licking the soles of those.”
“The what?” Peter said like he was waking up from a daze.
“Don’t worry about it,” Tex said, finding his size and yanking off his motorcycle boot to try it on. “You’ll love it, I promise.”
He got up and stomped his foot, grinning. “Fits perfect. I want them.”
Carver shrugged, letting Tex put the new boots in the cart.
They continued down, and much to both Carver and Tex’s surprise, it was Peter who stopped next.
“See something you like?” Carver asked, glancing over at Tex and seeing that he was just as curious as him.
“I don’t know,” Peter said, looking away with a blush.
He’d been staring at a selection of leather pants, and Carver had to admit he liked the idea of Peter in leather.
“You want a pair?” Tex asked.
“Not for me,” Peter said, his face beet red. “You guys would look good in them, though. I think.”
Carver grinned. Leather did nothing for him, but if Peter got off on seeing him all dressed up in it, he would gladly oblige.
“You think?” Tex asked, reaching out and grabbing the top pair of pants. He unfolded them, holding them in front of him. Since he was already wearing a leather motorcycle suit, the effect was a bit lost.
Carver grabbed them and held them up, the size way too small to fit him.
“We can dress up for you,” he said, putting the pants back and looking for his size. He found his waist size at the bottom of the pile, but none matched his inseam. “Though they don’t have our size.”
“We could ask John,” Tex said, turning Carver’s brow into a wrinkled mess of displeasure.
“Or we could order them online.”
“Or that,” Tex agreed.
“You don’t have to,” Peter said, taking the pants from Carver and putting them back. “It was a stupid idea. I’ll—”
“It’s a great idea,” Tex interrupted. He yanked Peter into his arms, holding him tight and grinning down at him. “Do you want us in just pants, or do you want the full leather-daddy look?”
“The full look,” Peter mumbled, looking down. When Tex released him from his arms, he was unable to look either one of them in the eye.
“All right,” Carver said, making a mental note to order some shirts, pants and matching jackets in his and Tex’s size and have them delivered. “We’ll be your leather-daddy alphas. It’ll be fun.”
Peter was still blushing, face on fire, but his mouth was curved up in a pleased little grin that made Carver’s cock hard.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, bumping his shoulder against Tex’s side.
“It’s our pleasure,” Tex said, pulling him under his arm. He grinned. “Literally.”
Moving through the rest of the store, Carver and Tex gradually filled up the cart, adding sounding rods, floggers, rope, leather cuffs and more, Peter’s eyes getting wider and wider the more gear they added.
“Why are you taking that?” Peter objected, shooting Tex a panicked look when he grabbed an omega cock-cage. It was small, and Carver had never known he wanted to see Peter in chastity until he saw Tex holding it.
“You know they say that an omega’s hole gets better when you don’t let them come,” Tex mused, deliberately putting the chastity device down on top of the leather sleep sack Peter had picked out.
Or, not actually picked out, but he’d looked at it for a full ten seconds, so Carver was confident that buying it was the right choice.
