Caught

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Chapter Tag: Toys in this chapter, though only in description.

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Dread Wing was surprised when the packages arrived early but was pleased that they had.

Taking the boxes back to his room, he set them on his desk and used one of his knives to cut the packaging thread off of the largest one. Opening it, he began to inspect his purchase.

It had taken a lot of quiet searching before he could find someone that was able to make what he needed and as Dread hadn't been sure what exactly to get, he'd asked the creator for a general selection. A general selection was certainly what he'd gotten.

Brushing aside some of the packaging material, Dread Wing picked up the first item he came across. Made of wood, it was undoubtedly a well crafted dildo, carefully smoothed and coated in a sealant to ensure there weren't any unfortunately located splinters. It seemed to be of average size and girth (certainly it was smaller than Dread's own cock in both regards) and even had a decent weight to it.

Setting the toy aside, Dread reached into the box again to find out what else he'd purchased. There were two other wooden dildos, one smaller and one larger, and a similar set of three equally sized ones that were made of some kind of rubber. Further in the box was a length of soft rope wrapped around a cloth packet that opened into a pair of long, soft cloth strips.

Shoving sudden ideas out of his head, Dread put those aside and reached into the box again. He pulled out a small box that contained three sealed jars. Opening one revealed that it had a surprisingly slick substance inside, with just the faintest scent of something herbal. Figuring quickly that that had to be the lubricant, Dread closed the jar and put it back in its box with the other two jars.

Reaching in to pull out the last item, the mutant quietly regarded the short whip he now had in his hand. While part of him was certainly getting ideas for it, he knew that he couldn't use it. Peak didn't trust him enough and actually, just the sight of Dread with a whip in hand could very well destroy what little trust that the human had for him.

So it was quite unfortunate that Peak came out of his room while Dread was still holding it. The teen seemed like he was about to ask Dread Wing something, only to stop and stare at the mutant, specifically at the hand holding the whip. The hand that had pushed aside the cloth door suddenly seized it in a white-knuckled grip and the mutant almost thought that he could actually see his human starting to visibly tremble where he stood.

Dread froze, mentally swearing at himself. This was not how he wanted to reveal his intentions to Peak!

Trying to come up with a plan, anything, Dread Wing found himself taking a gamble.

Dropping the whip back into the box, the mutant stepped back from it, making sure Peak could see his empty hands. When that didn't seem to work, Dread decided to take it a step further, despite the dangers it presented.

Unhooking one of his knives from his belt, the red mutant offered it hilt first to the human. Peak regarded him with fearful suspicion, not making a move towards him. Making sure to hold his other hand far out to the side, Dread still held the knife out towards the blond, “It's alright Peak. Take it.”

Surprise flashed in those pale blue eyes at the use of the teen's name and slowly, hesitantly, Peak inched forward to accept the knife, his eyes on Dread the entire time. As soon as he had a grip on the hilt, the teen took the blade and quickly moved back to the entrance to his small room, his new weapon held up in a defensive position.

Keeping eye contact, Dread told him, “Peak, I swear that I will not intentionally hurt you. But if you feel that your life is in danger or that you may come to harm, I give you permission to use that blade against me.”

The human was still hesitant, but nodded slowly. With the knife still up, the teen flicked his eyes back to the desk and blushed a painful red, “W...what are those for?”

Dread glanced back at the desk himself, mentally swearing again, but answered truthfully, “Those are for you. Do you know for what purpose that those are used for?”

A sudden curiosity made him ask that and Dread was rewarded with the sight of Peak somehow managing to redden further. The teen squeaked out an answer, “Y...yes, I do know.”

The royal was surprised to feel a flare of jealousy in his chest but remarked, “Oh? So you have experience then?”

Peak glared at him, face still red, “No I don't! I saw the magazine Dread Wing!”

An awkward silence fell between them. Peak was actually surprised to see that Dread even seemed embarrassed! Eventually, Dread Wing broke the silence, softly asking, “You did?”

Peak just nodded, his blush finally starting to fade away.

Another awkward silence descended on them, with neither knowing what to do. After a few minutes, Peak quietly slipped back into his little room, the cloth door closed as fully as it could be behind him.

Dread Wing let out a sigh and rubbed at his forehead. That...could have gone much better than it had.

Well, it looks like he'll have to speed up some of his plans now.