Page 100 of His Stepdad Wears Leather

Another box rested inside. He opened it and saw tons of tissue paper. Folding it open, he saw a pair of black lace manties on top. Matching garters and stockings came next. And then a corset he hadn’t even seen, as well as a lace bodysuit. At the bottom was another set of manties, garters, and stockings. “Oh, my.”

“I reason you need to try everything on… to make sure it fits,” Brody murmured.

Noah grinned, snatched the box, and raced toward Brody’s bedroom. In no time he was naked and sliding into the first pair of black lace manties. Eyeing himself in the floor-length mirror, he turned this way and that. They fit perfectly.

“Now the stockings and garters,” Brody said from where he leaned on the door.

Noah had no experience with the items, but after some trial and error, and a little assistance from Brody, he got the stockings attached to the garters. Again, he went to the mirror and eyed himself. Lowering a hand, he slid his palm along the silky stockings, loving the sensation of them encasing his legs. His cock was rock hard and tenting the manties… and leaking pre-cum into the lace.

It was perfection.

“One more item,” Brody whispered from behind him. He wrapped the corset around Noah’s torso before reaching in front and affixing the hooks, one by one.

Noah leaned back into Brody, letting his daddy do all the work. Brody’s gaze lifted to the mirror, meeting Noah’s heated stare for a moment before he returned to focus on the hooks. Once they were all fastened, Brody turned his attention to the cords at the back. He undid the ties before tightening the corset around Noah.

A moan escaped his lips. His regard flipped up to see his daddy’s observing him closely.

“So pretty,” Brody whispered in his ear. “How do you feel in this?”

“Constricted…”

“Did I pull it too tight?”

“No, daddy… pull it tighter…”

Brody held his stare for a moment before leaning back and doing just that. He tugged on the laces a bit more, making it a little harder for Noah to breathe.

“Perfect,” Noah whispered.

Brody tied off the laces before spinning Noah around to face him. “My god that’s sexy.”

“You like?”

“Very much so,” Brody murmured before tugging him close. He slanted his head over Noah’s and kissed him breathless again.

Noah drew back to draw in some air. “There’s one thing missing.”

“What’s that?” Brody asked.

“A plug to stretch me open.”

Brody grasped Noah’s hand. “Come with me.”

His daddy led him upstairs to the loft. Memories of their last erotic encounter up there washed over him, only making him throb all the more. Brody stopped before the bed and turned to face him. “I’m gonna tie you to my bed…and have my wicked way with you.”

“Oh?” Noah asked. “How wicked?”

“We’ll have to see,” Brody said before reaching into a small closet near the bed and bringing out a wedge-shaped pillow. He laid it on the bed before coaxing Noah to the bed, on his knees. Noah lay on the wedge—it pushed his ass higher into the air.

“I think I like this,” Noah murmured before Brody cuffed one of his hands to the bed.

Once the second wrist was bound, Brody chuckled. “You’re probably not going to like it in a minute.”

Noah frowned, turning his head. “Why not?”

“You’ll see,” Brody said mysteriously before grabbing the spreader bar they’d used the last time.

When Brody was finished, Noah lay on his belly over the wedge—his hands and ankles were bound, and the spreader bar kept his feet wide apart behind him. Ass up in the air, he was on full display.

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