Page 21 of Ours
“A couple of things, sir.” Cory handed Derek his selections. “I, uh, met Daddy Carl.”
“Yeah?” Derek’s eyebrows raised. “How’d that go?”
“Okay, I think?” Cory was still feeling a little flustered. “He’s very … intuitive.”
“Heh, knew you belonged to someone, huh?” Derek grinned.
“Yes, sir.” Cory nodded. “Said he’d see us upstairs. That’s apparently where they keep the ‘good stuff.’”
“Then I guess we’ll head up there next.” Derek looked through the underwear Cory had picked out. “Not bad. Let’s go see what Nic’s jerking off to.”
Nic was on the opposite side of the room. He was facing a wall and eagerly looking through the shelves of DVDs, a few already in his hands. Derek stalked up behind him silently, grabbing him suddenly by the shoulders to surprise him.
“HEY, WHAT’S THAT?” Derek yelled right over his shoulder, causing Nic to jump and send one of the DVD cases flying.
“Fuck you, dude!” Nic grumbled angrily. “Scared the shit out of me.”
“Aww, sorry, bro. I’m sure…” Derek bent down and picked up the dropped movie, reading the title before handing it back, “Lesbian Lick Fest 3is a great flick.”
“Two thumbs up. Like, waaaaaay up there,” Cory chimed in from behind Derek, causing him to chuckle. Neither boy made any mention of the fact that Nic seemed to beovercompensatingfor some of their recent activities.
“Fuck you both.” Nic grabbed the DVD from Derek before flipping them both the bird.
“No, just him.” Derek pointed his thumb back at Cory. “That’s why we’re here, remember? So if you are donebrowsingthrough the ladies down here, I hear they keep the good stuff upstairs.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Nic put the stack down. “I’ll come back for these.”
“Wouldn’t want to give someone the wrong impression,” Derek managed to get out as he led the way out of the room.
The group walked up the stairs in the main room, leading to a second floor with a balcony wrapped around the perimeter. Tools and implements lined the walls, the kind that are a little too on the nose, furry handcuffs and riding crops like you’d see in a movie. There was an entire section devoted tojustlube, complete with asampling station.And at either end were doorways leading to more rooms with even more toys. Cory felt like a kid in a candy store.
The room closest to them was also the one they had seen Daddy Carl next to earlier. He was inside, talking to another customer while gesturing to some leather harnesses on the wall. The smell of leather was much stronger in this room than the rest of the building, with good reason—leather of all kinds was covering the walls. Derek whistled as he looked around the room while Cory and Nic were wide-eyed and silent. Harnesses, cuffs, leashes—hell, half the room was devoted to all kinds of restraints.
“You must be the boy’s owner,” Daddy Carl’s voice boomed as he walked over to the trio, extending his hand for Derek to shake. Then he looked over to Nic, sizing him up for a moment before extending the hand to him as well and grinning cheekily. “Sorry, owners. I’m Carl, but the folks here call me Daddy. Youboys looking for anything in particular, or just browsing for now?”
“We’ve just been looking around so far, but I think we willdefinitelybe making some purchases in this room…” Derek trailed off, looking around again. “Maybe some cuffs to start?”
Carl led the boys over to one side of the room, a section seemingly dedicated to restraints for the arms or legs.
“Well, you can see we have a lot to choose from. We’ve got leather, nylon, neoprene… Cuffs you can padlock, cuffs that can slip right off…” Carl paused as he looked over Cory. “I’m betting you boys would do well with something like this.” Carl reached out and plucked one of the leather restraints from the wall. “May I?” He directed his question to Derek and Nic.
“Please.” Derek seemed to know what he was asking.
“C’mere, boy,” Carl instructed Cory, who stepped forward. “Wrist out.”
Cory held out his wrist for the man, who grabbed it firmly, but gently.
“These are a pretty standard set of mid-range cuffs.” Carl wrapped the cuff around Cory’s wrist. “They’re lined with fabric so they won’t irritate your sub’s skin if worn for a long period, and they’re sturdy enough that they won’t come undone with a little tugging.” He closed the cuff, flipping Cory’s wrist at the same time. “And you have a D-ring here so you can easily attach them to any bondage straps or even to themselves.”
Cory tried to take in all this information, but the manhandling of his wrist had him a little distracted. Between Daddy Carl’s look, scent, and the way he was holding onto him, all while discussing how to restrain him, Cory could feel himself getting hard.
“How do they feel, boy?” Derek asked Cory. He was the one who would be wearing them so ultimately it was up to him.
“They feel good,” Cory responded honestly as he flexed his wrist in the cuff. “Doesn’t feel like it would irritate me or anything … and the other stuff sounded good too.”
“I bet it did.” Derek reached out to ruffle Cory’s hair. “What do you think, Nic? Nic?”
Nic was distracted, staring at the opposite corner of the room. Or rather, the people in the opposite corner of the room. Two women, seemingly a couple, were examining a wooden paddle together. One of the women had a leather collar around her neck.
