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...
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Inspiration: Inspired by fan art on the "AskFreed" Tumblr blog (formerly run by infinite-atmosphere, now discontinued) which was in turn inspired by "Catch the Thunder." It's like cyclical inspiration, a symbiotic relationship of kink and cuteness.
Audio Drama: I had fun adding sound effects to my audio drama. I even created a whole news report that was NOT in the chapter. - http://chirb.it/69KqOD
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Freed unlocked the condo door, and Laxus followed him in. Before he could even slip his shoes off, Laxus grabbed Freed by the wrist and yanked him to the bathroom.
"Laxus!" he cried out. Definitely, he would have bruises on his wrists now.
Laxus practically threw him in there. "Remove your shoes, belt, watch, and anything in your pockets. Only that. Do nothing else," he ordered, and then he turned sharply out.
Freed heard him rummaging through the bedroom closet, pulling out whatever kink supplies he planned to use. He guessed Laxus wanted to get started on his punishment right away. In that case, he had to obey like a good slave. He undid his belt, removed his shoes, slipped his watch off, and emptied his pockets. His heart was already pounding with anticipation. Laxus must already have a specific punishment in mind if he was this precise in his orders.
What could it be? Why remove the shoes but not the socks? Why remove the belt and watch, but not his necktie? Why empty his pockets? Freed was eager to find out.
Laxus returned with a spreader bar for his ankles (they had not even used this yet) and a coil of rope. He looked frustrated, like he had wanted something else but they did not have it yet.
"Walk into the shower. Stand straight."
Freed went to the frosted doors of their shower and positioned himself beside the drain. The bottom still had a few drops of water from the showers they took that morning, and it was uncomfortably cold on his socked feet, especially since his feet were sore from standing all day in those fancy shoes.
He could already guess what was coming up. The shower door followed a railing above. That railed bar was perfect to string him up. He was enthralled watching Laxus at work, trying to figure out his plans.
Laxus knelt in front of the shower and nudged Freed to spread his legs. The ankle cuffs forced his legs apart just slightly, enough to be noticeable but not uncomfortable. Then he moved Freed's hands in front of him and positioned the wrists together. He was right! He would be strung up by the shower door bar. Freed felt his pulse quicken as the coils bit into his flesh. Maybe it was the anger that still furrowed his brow, maybe it was because Freed's shirt was still on so Laxus had to deal with fabric in the way, but he was coiling the ropes tighter than normal. Freed flinched, but it was still bearable.
