Catch the Thunder

White Bird in a Golden Cage

The building was a normal night club most days, where Laxus was one hell of an intimidating bouncer ... or electrician ... or whatever he decided to be that week. From Wednesday to Friday, Blue Pegasus was a well-loved club where music blared, drinks poured, and young crowds mingled.

Then on weekends, it transformed. The pleasant club became a haven for people with sadomasochistic flair.

Freed had been here a few times before Laxus' trip to Greece. He liked to watch when Laxus gave demonstrations. The club had a collection of items, some which they sold through an online store, so Laxus had a wide range of whips, floggers, paddles, and just about every bondage device Freed could imagine. Some Freed had to see in use just to figure out how it worked. With his experience as a professional Dom, the club hired Laxus to give demonstrations in many forms of BDSM play. Freed had been suspicious at first, but he saw for himself, these were treated like actual lessons, and a few people standing around to watch even jotted down notes on the back of napkins.

The first few times he went, Freed hardly thought about someone recognizing him. Now, although the RSVP list contained no familiar names, Laxus hinted that maybe he needed to be more cautious—he did not mention meeting Llewellyn in that club the day Bickslow overdosed, but he did worry that if a gentleman like him knew about this club, others in Freed's social circle might sneak in as well under pseudonyms. That often happened, since the richer clientèle did not want their name associated with a place like this. Even Freed's name was not on there, not really. Laxus wrote him down as "Greenie Dreyar." Freed had blushed for hours when he found out that, at least for that night, he was taking on Laxus' surname.

Although he arrived in normal clothes, as soon as they were inside the club, Freed took a duffel bag clutched to his chest and hurried off to the restroom. Laxus waited for him, leaning against the wall outside the restrooms and eying the audience with the gaze he used as the club's bouncer. Although he was technically working, he had cleared everything with Flare. Freed was his responsibility during this exhibition. The club was more crowded than usual, and Laxus' need to protect his little angel was greater than ever.

When Freed stepped out of the restroom, he walked slowly, shaking already.

"Cold?" Laxus asked.

"I'll ... be okay," he shuddered.

This was like a high school nightmare and his wildest fantasy wrapped up together. They decided the best thing was to have Freed dressed in disguise. He wore a white leather body harness with gleaming white angel wings and a white-silver vinyl pouch thong that fully exposed his ass. His white leather collar, new for the exhibition, moved every time he gulped, and a decorative eye mask of downy white feathers hid his identity. He realized everyone would see him practically naked, and yet no one would know who he was, none except the few workers who knew that he was part of the show that night.

Laxus grabbed Freed's chin and yanked it up. Through the feathery white mask, likely something from one of the Justines' fancy masquerade balls, he saw those blue-green eyes. His angel! He stroked along Freed's shoulders and to the snowy wings strapped onto the body harness. He wanted to fuck this divine creature!

"You're my slave tonight, my pet," he said sternly. Laxus pulled out a white leather leash and hooked it onto the collar. "Tonight, you will obey me fully and completely. In return, I will not let any harm come to you. I'll protect you, no matter what."

The trembling fears subsided. He knew he was safe with Laxus.

Those electric blue eyes roamed over his exposed body. Freed had waxed off all body hair for this event, and the smoothness of his skin glowed in the club lights. Laxus cursed silently, wanting this night to be over already so he could ravage this delicious body. Instead, his hand caressed Freed's throat and down to his chest.