Freed has been frequenting a gay strip club to watch his favorite dancer, "Thor." He hears that Thor is about to get fired because his gruff ways don't get him customers. Freed can save his job, but only by hiring this blond dancer who, up until now...
The next morning after breakfast, Laxus practically dragged Freed through the house, a mischievous grin on his face. Freed followed, blushing and intrigued. If Laxus was this eager, it had to be something sexy.
"Wait!" Laxus came to a sharp stop. "Have you pooped?"
Freed burst into a red face at the crude question. "Um, yes. Do I need a colon cleanse?" Was Laxus planning something that aggressive?
"Nah, just makin' sure."
He continued on before Freed could ask anything. Sure enough, they went over to the elevator.
That clenched it! This must be something erotic.
As they rode down, Laxus attacked Freed, shoving him up against the wall and devouring his mouth. This caught Freed off-guard, but he kissed back. When the doors opened, they still kissed, their hands clutching at each other. Then Laxus heard the doors about to shut, and he pulled back quick enough to open them again. He laughed breathlessly, loving how disheveled Freed looked, slumped up against the elevator wall, from just that much.
They went down a sterile hall to the sex dungeon. Laxus looked eager to get in, and when Freed unlocked the door, he immediately saw a large box placed in the center of the room.
"What is this?" Freed asked, eying it curiously.
Laxus pulled out a pocketknife and sliced the tape. Inside was another box with a logo on it. Freed's hands trembled as he pulled it out, his face turning pale when he read the label.
"There must be a mistake," Freed stammered.
Laxus stepped closer, chuckling slyly. "No mistake. You'll wear this today."
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It was a box of adult diapers. Freed's face went from curious and aroused, to worried and turned off, and back again.
"The last ones I bought you didn't fit well, right?"
Freed sputtered out noises. The last time...
The catheter!
Even the memory of it drove up his humiliation.
"I'm not gonna make you pee in them, I promise. This is for something totally different."
Freed glared up, not fully trusting the vagueness.
Laxus spoke in a deep, dominant, and thudding voice. "Put one on."
Freed flinched and looked down at the package. Diapers!
"In all seriousness, I need to make sure this is the right size, and the best way to do that is to put it on and wear it for the day."
"All day?" Freed whispered faintly.
"We need to see if it'll chaff. If it's the right size, and if this is something you don't hate..." Laxus wrapped his arms around Freed. He nibbled his neck and whispered in his ear. "I know you weren't happy last time..."
