Chapter 30 - Max
MAX
Max was relieved to finish his shift at the fire station.
He’d gone straight to the locker room to change when he arrived, but he hadn’t managed to get out of his leather pants before Jackson had spotted him and taken a picture.
His new nickname at the station was now Rockstar.
It was humiliating, the ribbing brutal, and Max vowed that he would never wear something like that outside the house again.
When he got home – a full twenty hours later – exhausted from two call-outs and a full shift of merciless teasing, he found Harland in the conservatory reading a book.
Coming home was the best. Max walked over to his mate, slumped down between his knees, and let his head rest on Harland’s cool lap.
“Rough day?” Harland asked, stroking his hair, his fingers making Max shudder as they made their way down to the nape of his neck.
“They teased me about the pants.” Max rubbed his face into Harland’s thighs. “They keep calling me Rockstar and asking me when my next concert is.”
Harland chuckled. “You did look a little bit like a rockstar.”
Max let out a whine. If Harland started calling him that, he would bite him – and not in a fun way.
“You smell like Warren,” Max commented, noticing that Warren’s scent was more pronounced than it had been the day before when he’d left his two mates at the Leather Factory.
“You’re going to love this,” Harland said, spreading his legs and giving Max room to sink down and nuzzle his crotch. “Warren really liked the second floor.”
Max forgot all about his humiliating new nickname and the picture that had been printed out and hung on the station house fridge.
“Really?”
Harland nodded, telling him about Warren’s reaction to the bondage bag.
“And he asked you to put him in it? You didn’t suggest it?”
Looking smug, Harland shook his head. “It was all him. He came just from coming up with the idea.”
Max couldn’t believe he’d missed out on seeing Warren all tied up and blissed out in subspace.
Harland continued, telling him about the rest of the shopping experience.
“I liked having him strapped to my back,” Harland said, stroking his hand through Max’s hair while Max mouthed at the line of his cock through his leather pants.
Hearing about Harland and Warren’s adventure was making him so horny he could barely think.
“I want him to spend a whole day like that, some time. Just along for the ride.”
Max moaned and opened up Harland’s pants, freeing his cock and pushing his face down to rub it all over his face before taking him in his mouth.
Max was disappointed to have missed out on seeing Warren experience real bondage for the first time. Hearing Harland narrate the scene while he sat between Harland’s knees and licked his cock, however, was a good consolation prize.
The day after that, Max had the time of his life finding a spot for all of the new toys they’d bought for the playroom. After some futile attempts to make space in the existing cabinets or walk-in closet, he decided to mount all his new dildos and plugs on the wall.
He wanted Warren to see them when they put him in the sling – the full array of what Max would train his hole to take on display in front of him as he hung from the ceiling and Max worked him over.
Heading to the hardware store, Max made a day of it and turned the whole thing into a project. It had been a long time since he’d used the carpentry skills he’d learned from his dad, though this was one project he wasn’t going to share the results of with his parents.
In the end, it was not a complicated project, and a few hours after getting back from the hardware store, Max had his new collection mounted artistically on the wall.
“Is this a good idea?” Harland asked after he woke up for the evening and came up to see what Max was doing.
He stood in the doorway, looking delectable in a pair of soft leather pants that hugged his thighs like a second skin and a black silk shirt unbuttoned all the way down to his abs.
“It’s a fantastic idea,” Max said. He walked over to the sling to show him. “See, when he’s strapped down here, he’ll be staring right at them.”
“That’s what I’m worried about.” Harland huffed and walked over to study the collection. “What’s this empty space for?”
Max lit up with excitement. “That’s for the dragon dildo I ordered. It’s going to be the ultimate goal we’re working toward.”
Before Max could brace himself, Harland had him in a headlock. Max stilled, his wolf going quiet at the display of dominance from his alpha.
“What?” he asked, his stomach going hot and tight at the sensation of Harland’s cool chest pressing into his face.
Harland flexed his arm, his bicep squishing into Max’s cheek. “Warren has to be on board before you put a single one of those toys inside of him. Do you understand?”
Max huffed, indignant. He wasn’t going to strap Warren down and start shoving things up his ass against his will.
“I know.”
“Promise.”
“I promise!” Max said. He wrenched himself out of Harland’s grip. This was getting annoying. “Jesus, what’s your problem? I’m not going to force him or anything.”
“I know,” Harland soothed, grabbing him and pulling him back against his chest. He hugged him tightly and stroked his arms. “But you’re very enthusiastic, and Warren is spooked. Ease up.”
Max wasn’t blind. He’d picked up on how nervous Warren was about his plans for his hole – he just wasn’t very worried about it. Max was extremely confident that he could put Warren’s fears to rest.
They just had to get started so that Warren could see how much fun they were going to have.
“I’ll try to rein in my enthusiasm,” he conceded.
“Good.” Harland moved him around and gave him a kiss. “Now go get changed. Warren is coming for his appointment and I’ve ordered dinner for the two of you.”
Max had completely forgotten that it was a Saturday.
“We’re staying in the house, right?” he asked. He wasn’t changing into so much as a leather jacket if they were going out.
“Yes.” Harland kissed his cheek. “It will be just the three of us.”
Max squeezed Harland’s ass, enjoying the way it felt through his soft leather pants.
“I wish Marcus was coming,” he said, feeling the absence of the other alpha like a void.
“We’ll see him in a week,” Harland said. “We’ll spend the whole day and night together, all four of us.”
A week was a long time away, but there was nothing Max could do about it. He decided to focus on enjoying their solo date with Warren.
“I’ll go change. Are you feeding on Warren before or after dinner?”
“After.”
Looking at himself in the mirror, turning to examine his ass, Max wondered exactly how many new outfits Harland had bought for him.
This one was the weirdest one yet. The black long-sleeve compression shirt was fine – Max liked how it hugged his arms and pecs – but the pants and harness were pretty out there.
As far as Max could tell, the pants were the bottom half of a motorcycle racing suit.
The thick leather clung to his legs, thighs, and ass, and then rose up to the top part of his abs.
Max didn’t usually wear pants that went over his belly button, and compared to the extreme low-risers Harland had picked out for him last time, they felt odd on his body.
The harness, while a bit weird, did a fantastic job framing Max’s chest. He bounced his pecs, grinning at his reflection in the mirror.
He looked pretty good.
“Is there a jacket that goes with this?” he asked, making his way down to find Harland working in his office. His boyfriend had rolled his sleeves up, exposing his forearms, and there was a look of fierce concentration on his face as he studied his monitor.
Harland glanced up, his mouth pulling up in the tiniest smirk at the sight of Max in the outfit he had picked out.
At this point, Max was pretty sure that Harland was getting a kick out of dressing him up that was completely separate from their plan to get Warren all hot and bothered.
“No, but there were gloves.” Harland rose up and crossed the room, grabbing the strap running under Max’s left pec and running his finger under it. He brushed Max’s nipple with his thumb, making his cock harden and press against the unforgiving leather of his pants.
“I’m not wearing them,” Max said, leaning in and resting his head on Harland’s shoulder. He pressed his crotch forward, grinding his bulge into Harland’s hip. “Not unless we’re doing a scene. I feel too silly.”
Harland chuckled. “That’s all right. You look delectable.” Harland pushed him away and gave his ass a spank. “The driver texted. Warren will be here in a few minutes. The dining room should be set up, but will you go check?”
“Sure.” Max squeezed his cock through the leather of his pants, the skin on his ass tingling from Harland’s unexpected little slap. He smiled to himself and went to make sure that everything was ready and set up for their date.