Leather - (June Writing Prompt)

This story contains bondage, smell kink, and shoe fetish. Thanks for reading!

The smell of leather began to fill Ashley’s senses; It made his mind feel hazy, made his mouth go dry, and made his cock tent in his pants. 

Wes had presented him with a decision - though it really seemed like the choice had been made for him at this point. The options were to be clothed head to toe in leather, or watch another one of Wes’ stupid action flicks. Ashley was more into true crime and suspense, and hated the over-the-top nature of his lover’s favorite genres, so the latter truly didn’t appeal to him. It didn’t really matter at this point though, because here he was, looking at himself in the mirror as he donned the leather suit Wes picked out for him.

It fit like a glove (of which he was also wearing) and the sight of himself in it had him realizing why Wes wanted him to wear the damn thing so badly. It was tight against his body, hugging every dip and curve and making his skin tone and hair look striking against the deep black.

“Damn.” Wes said, looking from the side of the bed. “You look fucking hot.”

Ashley had to admit, he did look really nice in leather. He didn’t even know leather button-ups existed until today. Using the leather gloves, he adjusted the blazer, not seeing just how Wes’s eyes followed the motion. His lover wore those gloves all the time when pulling heists, and had used them to handgag Ashley several times. They were sturdy and well-made, and that fact made Ashley’s heart race.

He was pulled from his admiration by the sound of tape being pulled from the roll. 

“Come on, then. You know what comes next.” Wes said, with a grin. 

Ah yes, the second part of the deal was to be bound by Wes while wearing the leather ensemble. Ashley pursed his lips, trying to seem uninterested. He was failing, and Wes could tell. 

“Well? Be a good boy and get over here.”

That was enough to get Ashley moving. He strode over to the bed and sat upon it. Wes wasted no time getting to work - he wrapped the redhead’s ankles together, then above and below the knee. 

“Behind your back, handsome.” Wes instructed. Ashley did as he was told, putting his arms behind his back and crossing his wrists. The leather blazer creaked as he did so. Wes taped them together and then taped his arms to his sides. Wes stood proudly in front of Ashley, holding the roll of tape. Ashley blushed.

“I think you’re enjoying this a little too much.” He said.

“So are you, sweetie.” Wes pointed out, eyes combing over his bound form, and lingering on the growing bulge in his pants. “You look good like this. Maybe you should wear it to work, too.”

Ashley frowned, and was about to say something else when Wes held up the finishing touch. A leather stuffer gag was brought into view. The stuffer itself was huge and Ashley knew it would fill his whole mouth to the brim. It was going to be a challenge working his jaw around that monster, but the thought had Ashley licking his lips in anticipation. 

“Open up.” Wes said. Ashley closed his eyes and did as he was told, opening as wide as he could.

“Mmph…” He felt the bulbous head of the stuffer gag touch his tongue and moaned at the taste of the leather. Wes gently guided the gag past his teeth. The head was heavy in his mouth, and once it all settled in, his cheeks were filled to capacity. Wes hummed with approval, securing the gag in place. 

Once it was buckled behind his head, Ashley realized just how trapped he was. The leather wasn’t super breathable, and every move he attempted to make made the material creak. The gag was sturdy, and all he could do was uselessly bite at the bulb to try and get some relief. He looked up at Wes with lust filled eyes.

“Mh, plmmm…” Wes, please…

“Patience, baby.” Wes said, pushing Ashley back onto the bed. The detective fell with a “mmph”, and struggled. Wes was looking at him like a predator, and it had him realizing just how tight his leather pants were on his crotch. Could he come just from humping the air? 

Wes began palming himself through his own pants, looking forward to the fun they were about to have. “Struggle for me. I want to hear it.” He said.

Ashley began wriggling - lightly at first. He was sort of embarrassed having Wes only watching and not touching him. He did like the restrictive feeling of the leather, however, so that was helping. 

“Mhhph, mhh…!” Ashley moaned. The stuffer gag wouldn’t even budge an inch, and Ashley was already feeling the strain. Wes exhaled, watching Ashley struggle.

“Fuck.” Wes breathed, gripping himself a little tighter. Whenever he got like this, he just wanted to be meaner to Ashley, to hear his muffled pleas and push him as far as he is willing to go. He took the roll of tape and pulled off another strip, straddling the detective. 

Ashley knew what Wes was trying to do, and shook his head (playing into his role of course). “Nh, plmm!” 

“Hush. Keep still, darling.” He said, taking the strip and placing it over Ashley’s eyes. Now blindfolded, bound, and gagged, Ashley was quickly sinking deeper into subspace. He always worried less about moaning and struggled when he was blindfolded, and so he began to wiggle in his restraints harder. He moaned into the large gag, hands clenching and unclenching as he tried to free himself. 

Wes grit his teeth to keep himself from coming from the sight. He had to keep going. There was one more touch he wanted to add to Ashley to make it perfect. Reaching under his bed, he pulled out one of his leather oxfords. They had been worn quite extensively (when Wes is doing “business” and conning people) and he knew the sight of Ashley smelling them would be enough. Straddling the bed and Ashley again, he watched his lover struggle blindly for a moment, not knowing what would be coming next. Then, taking Ashley’s chin in his hand, he held the shoe up to his nose.

Ashley knew what it was immediately, and both arousal and slight disgust filled him. He tried to struggle, and shake his head earnestly, but he and Wes both knew that he hadn’t used their safeword signal, which meant Wes was free to keep going. The thief took the roll of tape and taped the shoe to Ashley’s face, keeping it in place over his nose, and forcing him to smell.

“Nhhm! Nhmm!” Ashley cried, shaking his head in an attempt to get the shoe off, but his struggles only made him breathe deeper. Now, he was completely and utterly surrounded by the smell of Wes. His eyes began rolling in the back of his head as the smell of the leather and his lover overtook him. 

Wes grinned at his work, pulling Ashley’s cock out of the leather pants, while also palming himself. He relished the sound of the detective’s moans as he took each of them in a hand and pumped. He worked the both of them, hearing Ashley moan and cry and watching him hump into his hand.

“Goddamn.” Wes breathed through his teeth. Ashley was just so cute, so eager to please, and Wes always took everything his lover was willing to give. 

Ashley gave one deep breath, moaning in response to the smell, and Wes lost it, coming hard onto his hands. The sound of Wes finishing was enough to push the detective over the edge as well, spilling all over the leather pants and button up. Wes gave a few more pumps until it was bordering on overstimulation, before slowing to a crawl.

The two breathed together for a while, until Ashley whimpered. Wes chuckled.

“No way, babe. You’re staying like that for a while longer. I’ve got a movie to go enjoy.” Wes pushed the shoe on Ashley’s face, giving it a loving tap. “You have fun in here.” He said, getting off of the bed and leaving the bedroom, ignoring the sound of Ashley’s muffled curses as he closed the door.