Free Pack and Mate by Sean Michael Page A

in the storefront window.
    “That looks tough.” He didn’t need that.
    “Bad boys and motorcycles, eh?” Cort held the door open for
them. “They don’t just have leather gear. Still, you’d look really nice with a
soft pair of leather pants.”
    “I like soft. A pair of jeans and a t-shirt would be fine.”
Finn wouldn’t be greedy, he was already so lucky.
    Cort snorted. “You can get jeans anywhere.”
    They went in and a grumpy-looking man came over. “Can I help
you?”
    “My pup needs a pair of soft leather pants and a silk shirt,
please.”
    Silk? Silk was fancy.
    “I want you to enjoy the feeling of your clothes,” Cort told
him.
    He looked at Cort. “I will be super careful. I swear.”
    Cort kissed him. “It’s clothes. You’re going to get them
dirty.”
    “They’re fancy clothes though.” Dress clothes. Expensive
clothes, he’d bet.
    “You’re going to look good in them. And they’re going to
feel wonderful on.”
    The grumpy man returned with a pair of black pants that were
as soft as butter, and a silk shirt in a lovely silver.
    “Oh, they’re beautiful.” Finn couldn’t keep from reaching
out to touch.
    “Try them on,” Cort suggested.
    “Is there a place?”
    Mr. Grumpy led him to the back and Finn smiled, trying to
ease the grr. “Thank you.”
    A grunt was his answer.
    Once the man left, Finn changed quickly, the clothes soft
and clinging to him. Every move he made felt sensuous. His cock stiffened, grew
hard in the clothes.
    “How’s it fit?” Cort asked, calling to him.
    “I…er, can you come in please?”
    “Of course.”
    “If any bodily fluids are deposited you have to buy it,” Mr.
Grumpy warned, calling from somewhere outside the change room.
    Cort didn’t answer, just came in. “What’s wrong, pup?”
    “Cort. They’re making me… You know.”
    Cort frowned then suddenly his expression cleared, a grin
breaking out. “Hard?”
    Nodding, Finn swallowed. “A lot.”
    Cort stepped closer, hand sliding down his body from his
throat on down.
    “I-I… The man will be mad.” His cock was achingly hard.
    “He’s not important right now.”
    “I don’t know if I can walk.” Finn was pretty sure, in fact,
that he couldn’t.
    “You need me to take care of this for you?” Cort squeezed
his prick.
    “Oh. Oh—I. You’ll make me. Please.”
    Cort was right there. Just that was enough to bring him
closer to fouling the lovely leather.
    Cort began to undo his pants, the top button popping open.
He could feel Cort’s fingers on his prick through the leather as Cort worked
down the zipper. His eyes rolled, his heart banging in his chest. The air
hitting his cock nearly made him come. Then Cort wrapped a hand around him.
    “I can’t hold it,” he warned.
    “I’m not asking you to.” Cort began to stroke along his
prick.
    “I… Cort.” Finn’s toes curled and he rocked into the touch.
    Sliding an arm around his back, Cort supported him. His head
fell back and Cort’s teeth scraped over his Adam’s apple, his body burning.
That hand kept pulling at his cock, insistent. It only took a couple more strokes
and he lost it, coming as if he were still a teenager.
    Groaning, Cort kept stroking. “Love the smell of you.”
    “Mate.” The touches made his eyes cross and his belly was
tight and hard.
    “Yes. Mine. For all time.” Cort grabbed a tissue from the
box on a small shelf he hadn’t even seen and began wiping up his come.
    Then his pants were fastened and he was led out of the room.
    “We’ll take them,” Cort told the grumpy salesman.
    “Excellent. Let me just ring up the bill for you to sign.”
Mr. Grumpy almost cracked a smile. Almost.
    Finn was loose in his skin now, the promise of the moon
riding him alongside the pleasure.
    Cort signed the bill and arranged to have Finn’s work clothes
delivered back to Cort’s rooms. Then they went back out.
    “It’s not far to where the pups are staying,” Cort promised.
    He slid one hand