+++LEATHER+++
Alana and Hannibal shared a glance over the
breakfast table. Today was the day, they’d discussed it, but breaking
the news to Will was going to take some doing.
The young man’s
hair had grown into a wild mass of curls which was currently his most
prominent feature as he hoovered down a generous serve of Hannibal’s
scrambled eggs.
Hannibal could sense Alana’s hesitation to broach
the subject so once Will had finished eating he stepped behind him,
casually sipping from his coffee and placing a reassuring hand on Will’s
shoulder. “Alana and I have been talking…” He began. “You’ve been a
very good boy to us.” He began to stroke Will’s hair.
The blood in
Will’s veins turned to ice. Were the past few blissful months he had
spent with Hannibal and Alana about to come to a horrible end. He had
shared so much of himself with them, he didn’t think he could bear to be
without them.
Alana could clearly see the panic forming on Will’s
features. She reached across the table, taking his hands. She smiled
proudly. “Will, we want you to come to the club with us.”
Hannibal
rounded on the pair, wearing his own expression of pleasure. “It will
be a debut of sorts. A chance to show off our boy.” His fingers tangled
lightly in Alana’s hair. She leaned into the touch.
Will grinned with relief, but after a moment his face fell. “But I don’t have anything to wear.”
“A tiny, insignificant detail.” Hannibal reassured him.
Half
an hour later they’d piled into the Bentley and were cruising to
downtown Baltimore, the dodgy end. Hannibal parked in front of a small,
unassuming leather goods store. Although he and Alana frequented it for
various supplies for their trysts with Will and each other, they had
never brought the empath there.
“I’m going to get some coffee.” Alana announced as she climbed out of the car. “I’ll see you guys in there.”
Hannibal
nodded, putting his arm around Will. They wandered into the shop, the
front of which was filled with handbags, wallets, luggage tags, all hand
made and expensive.
However Hannibal’s gaze barely acknowledged
the finery. He quickly drew Will into the back of the shop which
displayed an array of whips, straps and crops, some of a kind which Will
was intimately familiar with. He blushed, remembering the groans and
whimpers and even tears such implements had extracted from him. And
worse, how much he had enjoyed it, whether it be Hannibal with a single
tail whip or Alana’s more delicate kiss with a riding crop.
While
Will stood agape, Hannibal had busied himself talking to the shop’s
owner, getting advice on the best sizes for Will’s attire, or perhaps on
a new toy to torment his boy with.
Alana soon arrived, coming up
behind Will just as he turned flusteredly away from the wall of
implements. They collided, sending a shower of coffee all over Will’s
white dress shirt.
Alana gasped in shock, quickly pulling the
shirt open and off so the hot liquid wouldn’t burn Will’s skin. “I’m SO
sorry.” She said, running her hands over his bare chest. Once she had
ascertained Will was unharmed, she dipped her mouth to his for a quick
kiss.
Hannibal cleared his throat, gesturing towards a small
changing area in the back. “Master Peter has set out some things for you
to try on, William.” He said with a wolfish smile.
Will nodded
obediently, trying not to feel self-conscious in his shirtless state. He
wasn't quite comfortable with the large scar across his belly, even if
it was a token of Hannibal's admittedly unconventional love.
Inside
the changing room was a rack of leather pants. They all looked the same
to Will, but if his Master and Mistress wanted him to try them on, what
choice did he have?
“Make sure you show us every pair.” Alana called “We want to make sure you will look your absolute best.”
Will
hesitantly pulled on the first pair. It felt strange, a bit like he was
trying on Daddy’s clothing. Though the pants were a perfect fit for his
waist, they were a snugger fit than he was used to, almost like a
second skin.
“How’re you going in there?” Alana called.
Will cleared his throat. “F-fine. I’m coming out now.” He said, and pulled back the curtain.
Alana
nearly dropped her coffee, though she tried to act casual. Hannibal’s
tongue snaked out across his lower lip. “Turn around.” He commanded
gruffly.
At Will’s resultant movement, Hannibal’s eyes slipped closed.
Oh yes.
The soft black leather perfectly accentuated Will’s ass and Hannibal
had no doubt the pants would fit even better once Will’s underwear were
done away with.
“What do you think?” Will asked innocently.
Alana and Hannibal exchanged a glance.
Alana
schooled herself into practicality. “I think we need to see some more, I
mean you’ve only tried on one pair and you must have a dozen in there.”
“Okay.”
Will replied breezily. He went back into the change room and put on the
next pair. These ones had a bootleg cut, balancing out his chicken
legs.
He struck a pose as he came out. Alana came over, tugging at
the leather and taking the opportunity to fondle his ass, under the
guise of checking the fit. “I think I preferred the first ones.
Hannibal?” She turned Will so Hannibal could appreciate his ass, landing
a hard spank against his left cheek.
Hannibal smiled “I need to see more to be sure.”
Flustered by Alana’s attentions, Will returned to the cubicle.
He
tried on 8 more pairs of leather pants, with Alana and Hannibal finding
fault with each of them, after they’d fabricated excuses to fondle his
leather-clad ass. Finally, frustratedly, he put on the final pair.
Will’s cheeks were pink with discontent as he emerged from the cubicle.
Alana
looked him over, from the mass of curls on his head, down his rosy
cheeks, eyes brimming with tears of frustration, along the shadow of his
beard. As her eyes dipped to his muscular arms and chest, she began to
step towards him, fingers dancing along the waistband of his pants.
Hannibal
similarly moved closer, stalking around behind Will and inhaling his
scent, intermingled with the strong scent of leather conditioner that
the shop had.
“You’re beautiful.” Alana whispered to Will, allowing him to bury his head in her shoulder.
“Obviously not. If I can’t make a pair of leather pants look good.” He sulked.
Alana couldn’t hold back a peal of laughter. Her eyes met with Hannibal’s over Will’s shoulder. “You think
that’s why we made you try on all those trousers?”
Will blinked, pulling back to look at Alana. “Well, why else would you?”
Hannibal
kissed Will warmly on the forehead. “Because you look wonderfully
distracting in them all, and we were enjoying ourselves.” He replied
soothingly.
“So which ones do you want me to wear to the club?” Will asked more calmly.
“Whichever ones you like. But you must wear them properly. Without underwear.” He leaned into Will’s ear “Like a second skin.”
Will
shivered with desire, covering Hannibal’s mouth with his own. “These
ones will do.” He breathed impatiently “Can we go home now, Master?”
“Of course.” Hannibal smiled “I believe your Mistress has a new toy she wants to try as well.”
Alana paid for their purchases and she and Hannibal escorted Will out of the shop, one hand each on one of Will’s ass cheeks.
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