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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17785 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is the property of Hiro Mashima. I make no money, I just do this for my own pleasure.

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Chapter 5
Supplies and Surprise
As they drove on, Laxus kept one hand pressed against his mouth. In spite of the music, his stomach jolted with the motion of the car, the blurring of the passing scenery, and occasional stops and starts as they reached traffic lights.
"Hold up," he suddenly mumbled. "Stop here, this shopping center."
Freed looked over and saw that Laxus was pale. He figured that maybe the man needed some air and rest, so he gently pulled the car over to a parking lot with a galleria of boutiques and other quaint shops. As soon as the engine turned off, Laxus got out of the car and began to walk away. Worried, Freed scurried out and followed.
"Wait, where are you going?" he cried out.
"I need a moment to rest my stomach, and you need supplies."
"Huh?"
Laxus glanced back, and there was a smile on his gruff face. "You're new to this. You don't have anything, do you?"
Freed froze and gulped hard. "S-S-Supplies?"
Laxus chuckled and kept walking. Freed hurried after him. Finally, near the back of the galleria, he saw a store that was actually open, although it was after 2AM.
"W-Wait! That's … it's … it's a…"
"A sex shop," said Laxus. "It's fine. I know one of the workers."
Freed had checked out the "adult" section in the library once in college, but he had never entered a sex shop. Fretfully, he continued on and entered just behind Laxus. Inside the store, the lights were dim, the walls were painted black with red highlights, and there were shelves upon shelves of items.
"I wanna pick up something," Laxus told him. "Browse around. If you want anything in particular, better buy it now. I told you, you provide your own stuff."
"B-But … I…" Laxus took off before Freed could speak clearly. He was left by the entrance, alone and nervous. "I don't even know what to get," he whispered.
Freed gawked as he shuffled slowly through the aisles. There was a full wall of dildos of every shape and size (and some that were outright terrifying!) Strap-ons, masturbation sleeves, anal beads, butt plugs, two-way dildos, blowup dolls, handcuffs, whips, crops, clamps, anything and everything he had ever seen used in online porno movies was all crammed into this tiny store. Most of the items were clothes: frilly lingerie, sexy schoolgirl and naughty nurse costumes, even hardcore BDSM bondage gear. He looked at one area that seemed innocent, what looked like candy and board games, until he realized they were lolli-cocks, gummy boobies, and sexual favor games. He quickly dropped the penis-shaped dessert and backed away.
He was amazed to see a corner of the store that appeared to be a library, with plush chairs and a reading lamp. This looked the most relaxing and least perverted, so he walked over there. The books, however, consisted of The Kama Sutra, The Joy of Sex, The Perfumed Garden, The Mirror of Coitus, The Tao of Love and Sex, Tantric Sex for Lesbians, Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex: But Were Afraid to Ask, and he was not at all surprised to find Fifty Shades of Grey, Delta of Venus, and The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty.
Freed sat in one of the chairs and gazed around, truly in over his head. He might have been frequenting a strip club for months now, but this was still far more than he had ever considered.
Suddenly, something caught his attention. He looked around frantically to see if anyone was around. There was a lady at the cash register playing on her phone, two ladies checking out the dildo display, and one man studiously searching between condom brands. Freed bit his lip, slipped silently off the chair, and weaved through the racks of sexy costumes and foreplay toys. He saw a riding crop hanging on a hook. Freed used to go riding on his family's estate. It was considered an appropriate pastime for the son of a rich businessman. Even back then as a child, Freed sometimes flicked the riding crop against his own leg, feeling a thrill at the light pain.
"Good choice."
Freed screamed and leaped around, making everyone in the store look over to him.
Laxus laid a heavy hand on his shoulder. "Easy there, Greenie. Does this interest you?"
Freed's shaking hands had gripped the riding crop so hard, the flexible stick was bowed. "It … it's … a good crop. Good quality."
He heard the two girls whisper to one another, "Omigosh, he is such a stereotypical uke. It's adorable!"
"Yeah, and look at the seme. Oh man, if I was into guys, I would want him."
Laxus rolled his eyes at their whispers but otherwise ignored them. "You gonna get it?"
Freed looked at the crop. "Can … Can you use it?"
"I'm damn good at it."
He gulped thickly. "Then, this. It's not that expensive, either." He saw Laxus already had an opaque black bag. "What did you get?"
"This?" He shook the bag, then he leaned in close and whispered, "You get to find out soon."
Freed gulped hard and hoped that no one would care if he got a little erect in a shop like this.
"You might want lube," Laxus suggested. He went ahead, reached to a shelf, and pulled down a bottle of anal lubricant. "Oh, and … um … this." He plucked out something else.
"What is that?" Freed asked suspiciously.
Laxus glanced down at him. "Have you ever had someone play with you down there?"
Freed blushed heavily. "N-No, not really."
Laxus showed him the box. "Enema. It'll help."
"Oh!" he squeaked. He had read websites that mentioned that.
"Hmm … maybe a toy?" Laxus asked, eying the shelves and ignoring the look of blended horror, arousal, and uncertainty in the young, green-haired man. "I'm not sure what you're wanting."
"Me neither," he mumbled, looking around at all the possibilities. It was intensely intimidating.
"Get a cock ring, at least. You have that … issue."
Freed blushed heavily, being reminded of how he came so quickly earlier that night.
"Hey, don't worry." Laxus wrapped an arm around his thin shoulders. "We're gonna work on that, right?"
"R-Right," he muttered.
"A cock ring will help. Let's see … not metal, those are a bitch. We don't need a vibrating one or anything weird. Here." He pulled off a small box with a picture of a simple circle. "Stretchy, so it won't hurt. You're not packing a monster in there, are you?"
"Packing a…? Oh!" he cried out, realizing what Laxus meant. "Uh … no, wish I was, haha!" He laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his head, but then he realized he was acting like a nervous idiot. "Um, no, I'm pretty average in size, I guess."
"Good. Being large in girth means a lot of toys just don't work."
Freed dared to tease this thunder god. "Are you saying that out of experience?"
Laxus glanced down, once again amused that this mouse sure knew when to bite. "Actually, yeah."
Freed's tongue dragged over his lip as he thought about what sort of package Laxus must have. If all went well tonight, he would find out.
"Ready to go?"
Oh God, was he ready!
Freed paid for his items. He feared the cashier might glance at him and Laxus in bawdy amusement. Instead, she rang up the merchandise as if he was buying milk and bread. He supposed, compared to some of the items in the store, a riding crop and cock ring were really tame. They put their purchases in the back of the car, and Freed continued down the road.
It was only a few minutes before they saw the large hotel. Freed parked, they took their bags, and they walked in. Rather than some dusty lobby with spiderwebs and flickering neon lights, the entryway to the Hilton was posh, and the nightwatch worker somehow had a beaming smile despite it being two in the morning. Freed ordered a room with a single queen-size bed. It was the cheapest that had a wet bar, and he figured they would probably not be doing much sleeping in that room. He really wished the rest of the world would adopt the Japanese custom of love hotels.
They rode an elevator to get to the floor. Freed twitched his fingers, a nervous habit he had in elevators.
"Relax," Laxus said soothingly. "We won't do anything you don't want."
Freed was about to assure him that his twitching was not about what was to come, but he realized that he really was feeling anxious deep down inside. He was heading to a hotel room with the man he had fantasied about for months. He had never had a sexual encounter with another person, nothing beyond making out with boys, and certainly nothing like what he was about to experience.
They arrived, he used an electronic key to enter, and he turned the lights on in the hotel room. It was more spacious than he had thought it would be, and they were near the top floor, high above the city. Laxus immediately checked out the wet bar and found it nicely stocked. He offered to get a bucket of ice from the dispenser machine down the hall. While he was gone, Freed went to the bathroom, used the enema, and made sure he was clean down there. He was still wearing Laxus' boxers and the borrowed trousers. He would have to give those back.
Once he was done, he walked to the large window and peered down at the empty streets. This whole night felt surreal. It was a dream, right? He was at home, fantasizing about "Thor" again, that stripper with the lightning bolt scar.
He heard the door behind him open, and in walked his thunder god. Freed's heart raced. This was no nighttime fantasy. Thor was Laxus. Laxus was about to give Freed his first taste of BDSM. No sex, just kinks. Merely watching the hulking man walk around aroused him.
"Need a drink?" Laxus asked as he pulled out two tumblers and filled them with ice from the bucket.
"Nothing strong," Freed whispered.
"You sound like you need a strong one."
"No, I've drunk enough tonight. I shouldn't have even been driving, but I figured if you get carsick, you probably wouldn't want to drive."
"Never learned how, to be honest." Laxus opted for some straight up spiced rum. He then made Freed a Cuba Libre, with Coke and white rum. "Cheers."
"Kanpai," Freed said, clinking glasses before sipping the alcoholic soda. "So, how does something like this start out? Do I just get naked? Do we make out? No kissing allowed? Can we work up to it?"
Laxus shrugged languorously. "Dunno. I work differently depending on the client. Usually, I take charge right away, order them around, demand that they prepare themselves, and humiliate them the whole time. Wanna try that?"
"I … I dunno. Maybe?"
"Or we can ease into it."
"Y-Yeah," he whispered, gripping the highball glass to keep from shaking.
A large hand stroke down his hair. "Relax, kid."
"I'm … I've never—"
"You don't have to worry about anything. Surrender everything to me. I'll take care of everything. I'll tell you what to do. Don't think. Just obey me."
Freed looked up in surprise. Obey him? As he gazed into those electric blue eyes, he wanted to worship this thunder god.
"I'll obey," he whispered.
"Good boy," Laxus said with a proud smile. "First, close the curtains. I'm not here to give a show."
Freed felt numb as he stood, set his glass aside, and walked to the window. He looked out at the real world one last time. Closing off these curtains was not just to give them privacy. It was to separate them completely from life outside this hotel room. He was willingly trapping himself in a fairy tale land. Determined, he slammed the curtains shut.
"Good. Have you used the enema?"
"Y-Yes," he muttered, feeling embarrassed.
"Good. Now, stand beside the bed and face me."
Laxus leaned back in a chair as he watched Freed obeying his orders. He liked being able to demand others to obey his whims. In real life, he had a shitty childhood, a shitty teenage life, and now he worked a shitty job with a shitty boss who had threatened to fire him more times than Laxus could count. Here, he ruled. His orders were absolute. He was the boss. He was a god, and this was his realm! Laxus liked the feeling of that power.
"Remove your socks and shoes," he said, and he took a sip of the spiced rum as he waited. "Now your shirt." He liked the blush on Freed's cheeks as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, slipped it off thin but toned arms, and set it aside. "Now your belt, but leave your pants on."
Freed gulped as he threaded his leather belt out from his trousers.
"Hand it to me." Laxus stuck his hand out, and Freed obediently delivered the belt into that massive palm. "See, obeying me is easy, right?"
Freed meekly whispered, "Yes."
"Say, yes sir."
"Yes … sir."
"Good. You will address me as sir. Or do you prefer master?"
"I … I … uh…" Freed dropped his head. "Sir is fine for now."
"Of course it is. Now, fetch the bag I bought, but don't peek."
Freed walked barefoot and shirtless to the black bag. He felt there were a few items in there.
"This isn't just for you," Laxus clarified sternly. "It's something I've been meaning to get for months, and this is just a good excuse. Got it?"
"Right," he said. He should not assume that Laxus would buy something just for him.
Laxus reached into the black bag and pulled out two boxes. One looked like some sort of control system, and Freed saw from the picture on the front, it was almost like a remote control, but with disk-shaped pads like something a doctor would hook up to monitor the heart. When Laxus pulled out the other box, Freed coughed in surprise.
"That's … it … it's a—"
"Butt plug," Laxus said, smirking as he handed the box to Freed. "I warned you to buy lube, right? But this isn't some average lump of silicone to shove up your ass. It attaches to this," he said, holding up the first box. "Do you know what this is?"
Freed had no clue. The box only said ElectroStim Ero-Controller. What did all that mean?
"You're into sports, or at least fencing. Ever been injured and had a physical therapist put on electrical stimulators to massage the muscles?"
"Yes, it happened when I injured my elbow a couple years ago."
"Same concept, but instead of hooking up to some pads that go on your arm, this hooks up to that," he said, nodding to the butt plug box still in Freed's hands.
"It … zaps you?" he asked in a breathy whisper. "In- … inside?" He felt the blood rushing south really fast.
Laxus chuckled at his terrified-aroused face. "That's right. I'm not gonna fuck you. I'm gonna watch this give you the tingling prostate massage of your life, and with this controller, I'll be able to adjust how much electricity you get. I won't let you come. Not until sunrise. That was the deal, right?"
"I feel like I could come just thinking about it," Freed admitted.
"I won't let you." Laxus' eyes were hard. "Starting right now, I'll be that thunder god you thought I was all this time. I'll zap your ass, and I'll train you to obey me. Ooh yes," he chuckled, watching the shock in Freed's face. "This is gonna be fun."
Next Chapter: "Electric Blue"
A/N: All of the books in the sex shop's library are real. I do not promote any of those books, but I recommend almost all of them ... except "Fifty Shades of Grey," unless you're a masochist.
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