some drabbled bits for part 1 of a longer piece im doing for sugar baby/collared dennis for hucklerabbot.... 🫣
one of the first things that robby and Jack notice about their boy when they get together is the shockingly low amount of clothing he has. one or two worn hoodies and faded jeans are simply not acceptable- no boy of theirs will be dressed like that, thank you very much.
not only does dennis deserve only the finest materials touching his skin, but he also wears the older mens collar- and what kind of dominants would they be if they let their boy languish in sub-standard clothing that cant keep him warm or dry?
so, the clothing trips begin. when dennis is still a very nervy thing in the first few months of their relationship, they order the clothing to their house to cause minimal stress for him. they stand him in the bedroom, one of his boyfriends dressing and undressing him in each new outfit and showing him off to the other. he wasn't allowed to dress himself in general (too many choices for the sweet boy, lets give all the difficult decisions to us, okay? good boy.), how he looked was always their choice, and being pampered like this always sent him somewhere fuzzy.
he'd drift a bit, only aware of the nice heavy collar on his neck, the way his boyfriends cooed appreciatively (so he must look good!), and the feel of top quality garments slid on and off of him.
woolen trousers, cashmere jumpers, pure cotton tops that all felt smooth and soothing on his skin that had previously been irritated by cheap and scratchy fibres.
jack and robby had been so angry when they'd seen the red marks on his skin, horrified that their boy had had to put up with that. they'd spent hours rubbing creams and lotions into him, vowing those marks would never return.
as dennis gets more comfortable and confident in his role as their boy and their sub, they venture out to top class tailors and department stores to treat him and pamper him more.
dennis is still a little shy, and fiddles with his day collar as they arrive, but the staff always seem to know the situation when two ferociously rich older men come in with a man 25 years their junior dressed only in classy designer. they're always shown to a private fitting room.
it's in these rooms that they branch out into having dennis covered in the prettiest pieces of lace and silk to hug his most intimate parts.
jack and robby still take turns dressing him up in the pieces laid out for them. robby first, instructing dennis to step carefully into beautiful panties so he could pull them up and have them settle comfortably on their boys hips, cushioning and supporting his little cock and balls while jack cooed and praised him. dennis would smile and blush a little and let out tiny whines, letting himself be moved and controlled by his men. it felt so nice. the silky panties went in the "buy" pile.
jack then, slipping a lacy bralette onto him and fastening it behind his back, adjusting it so it settled just right and complemented the slight swell of his chest. it provided light pressure to his pierced nipples and made them erect, and he shivered slightly.
"it's not too harsh on your piercings is it, sweet boy?"
asked robby from the chair he was sat in.
dennis shook his head. he liked the tingle it was giving him.
"no daddy. feels good."
jack gave him a light peck by the strap on one shoulder.
"good boy. robby, we'll get this one too."
the beared man nodded.
"obviously. get three or four, maybe. different colours. and then we'll need some of those silky babydolls too, you know the ones."
dennis preened and blushed. he liked those.
a few hours later they were on the way back, dennis daydreaming in the backseat and playing with his day collar again, surrounded by boxes and bags. his dominants had spent several thousand dollars on him in one go again, but he didn't let himself worry about that anymore. that was their business- he just had to be good and let them decide what he should wear. a thought dawned on him.
"am I like your doll?"
jack and robby perked up in the front seats.
"what do you mean, sweet boy?"
"you like to dress me up and make me look nice, and, and brush my hair and stuff. like a doll."
the older men shared a look- their boy was completely right, as usual.
"well, do you like that?"
dennis nodded.
"yes. makes me feel good, makes me feel loved. please don't stop."
they grinned and Jack spoke.
"then yes baby, you're our doll to dress up, our boy to take care of, our genius intern who saves lives and will be the best doctor... you're so perfect for the two of us, baby."
dennis preened visibly and made the other men chuckle.
"proper collar when we get home?"
"always, den. that's always the way."
