Meaning of Rings

Disclaimer: I don’t own Warren or Scott or any of the X-men universe. No money has been made. Any similarity between Babeland and a store by that name in real life is purely co-incidental and no copyright infringement is intended.

This is a collaboration with LS/Sarafimm.
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Chapter 7

It only took them twenty minutes to get to White Plains, but it took another twenty to get to the north edge of town where the adult store Scott had picked out was located. He pulled into the parking lot of a strip mall in a slightly seedy area of the town and parked right in front of the shop, Babeland.

Warren looked at the shop front; he didn't say anything, just looked at Scott. A smirk played at his lips.

"What?" Scott asked as he got out, carefully locking the door before he closed it. "They're part of a chain. Their main store is in The City." He walked in ahead of Warren. The shop was well lit, clean and surprisingly spacious. Their main line of business, porn rentals, took up half the store, but the other side was full of rack upon rack of sex toys and incidentals.

Warren couldn't help but find irony in the name 'Babeland' as two guys. He had to admit though, when he stepped through the doorway, his cock twitched and he felt a surge of excited arousal. He looked at Scott, feeling like a kid in a candy store. "Is there anything in particular you want to look at?"

He pondered whether they should get porn videos; he thought they might help him grasp what it was about the domination thing that Scott liked. He shifted slightly, unsure if he should suggest it.

Scott took a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and looked down at the list he'd made. He looked around and headed over to the selection of vibrators, fake penises and butt plugs.

Warren couldn't believe it when Scott pulled out a piece of paper. He moved close, was that a list? "You made a list?" He chuckled softly. He didn't know why he was surprised, Scott was Scott after all, planning and strategy were part of what made him who he was, but a list for shopping for sex toys?

"I didn't want to forget anything," Scott answered with a smile. "I've been waiting a long time to use it, too." He looked at the display of butt plugs and checked the prices on the packed sets versus the individual items. He picked up a set that ranged from finger size to nearly a fist, "What do you think?"

His eyes went wide as he looked at what Scott was holding. Naturally he focused on the humungous one, feeling the blood drain from his face. "I think you better never expect me to take that thing in my ass," he whispered.

"It costs less than picking up three of them individually," he replied. "And we'll get that, too," he said pointing to a vibrating and inflatable butt plug that hung right behind Warren's head.

"You don't need to worry about cost," Warren blurted before he thought that that might offend Scott. But the new plug quickly distracted him. "I think we're gonna need a basket," he smirked.

"I wasn't worried about cost," Scott replied. "Remember, the Professor added money to my account? He said I shouldn't have to worry about buying the basics, just not to go overboard until we've been together for a while longer." He looked around, "Why don't you head over there and I'll get the basket." He pointed over to a darker corner of the store. It was only dark because all the black leather had a tendency to absorb the light.

As Warren headed towards the black leather indicated, he felt out of his depth. Scott had discussed this kind of stuff with the Professor, not just about his sexual orientation but also being kinky. He breathed in the smell of leather and almost moaned as the scent stirred his cock. Who would have thought a smell could arouse him. He wondered what they were looking for. He looked at the racks while he waited for Scott.

Scott placed the package of plugs and the inflatable one into the basket and smiled at the wink from the large black woman behind the counter. "Ya need any help," she said in a deep bass voice, "you just let ole Tanie know." Scott nodded in a "Thanks, but no thanks" sort of way before heading over to Warren.

Warren was looking at a leather chest harness, trying to work out just how it went on. When he figured it out he realized it would probably look incredible framing his wings. He turned towards Scott with it still in his hand. Kinky or not, this would look damn good on him, he had an image in his mind with it and some ties around his bicep... strangely though he was fighting while wearing them, he thought it would make him look almost like a warrior... an avenging angel. He grinned.

"I'm not wearing that," Scott said once he knew what Warren had in his hands. "Let's start with the small stuff," he pointed over towards the cuffs and binders.

"Its not for you." Warren said quietly, a blush creeping into his cheeks.

He moved to return it to the rack, judging by Scott's reaction, he must have been wrong about its suitability.

Scott stopped and eyed Warren, then the harness in his hand. "You want it?" he asked, his eyes searching for the price and widening slightly once he found it.

"Don't you think it would suit me?" He asked, slightly self-consciously. It was funny how Scott had said he wasn't worried about money but he still couldn’t get past looking at price tags. Warren hadn't looked at the prices on things himself for a long time. His father had raised him that money was no object if you wanted something.

A slow smile spread across Scott's face, "Oh, it would suit you just fine, but I think it's more for wearing at a club than in the bedroom."

Warren was uncertain, he liked the harness and it would look good on him. Would he take to this whole thing enough to want to go to a club? It would mean being in public with his wings out for all to see. He turned and put it back on the rack and moved over to look at the cuffs. He couldn't explain how he felt inside, disappointed didn't quite cut it.

Scott saw the dejected look on Warren's face and picked the harness back up and dropped it into the basket. It was worth the money if it would make Warren happy. He'd think of some uses for it and they'd have it just in case they ever went to a club.

"What kind of cuffs?" Warren asked as his hand skimmed over one of the rows, there were so many different kinds and he was looking at them so intently to distract himself that he missed Scott's action.

"Something you can take off yourself in case of an emergency," Scott said. "And something that can be used multiple ways," he steered past the cuffs that looked like they belonged on the belt of a kinky policeman. He looked at a packaged set of Velcro wrist and ankle ties.

Warren was looking at some purple fur lined leather cuffs ... he looked at the Velcro ones that had caught Scott's attention. "Would they take the strain?" He asked curiously, knowing that if he was cuffed it was likely that he would struggle like hell just on instinct alone.

"You don't want something that could hurt you or that you couldn't get out of," Scott informed him. "That would defeat the whole purpose. It's a matter of being able to obey. The cuffs just take the edge off the strain of trying to keep your arms or legs where they are placed."

The blond studied the Velcro cuffs, a small smile tugged at his lips. "You're the boss." Even as his fingers stroked over the fur of the cuffs he'd been looking at before.

Scott looked at the available assortment of Velcro cuffs and spotted a few furry sets. Soft rabbit skin lined the interior while serviceable nylon and Velcro held the subject in place. Metal D loops and simple fasteners enabled the cuffs to be attached to each other, wrist to wrist or wrist to ankle. The price was outrageous, but Scott kept Warren's offer in mind. They could split the cost.

Warren smiled at the choice that Scott made. They weren't leather but they looked like something he could stand to wear. They could probably move to leather later on. He mentally caught himself. He was planning ahead, he realized. Perhaps he was getting into this as much as Scott.

Scott looked at a few spreader bars. He found one that would work with the cuffs they were purchasing and would extend enough for Warren's long legs.

"What else is on that list of yours?" Warren asked, curiously.

He glanced back over towards the videos, thoughtfully, then round the room.

Scott pointed over towards the floggers.

Warren's eyes followed the direction that Scott pointed in and his eyes widened. He looked back at his lover, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He wished he hadn't asked.

Scott led the way and stopped before the vast array of whips and paddles. He didn't want to get anything that would leave a mark that might be seen in the showers, yet he wanted something that Warren would still feel the next day. He fingered through the fine strand whips, getting a feel for them. With a feather light touch, they could be used to tickle and with a heavier hand they'd sting.

He shifted uncomfortably, his wings almost itching to spread free. He didn't know if he was ready for this, but his cock seemed to have other ideas, and since when did getting whipped turn him on? "I'm gonna look at the videos," Warren told him as he headed to the other side of the shop.

"Mmhmm," Scott replied, still fingering the merchandise, "Go ahead. Pick out whatever you want.”

Warren wandered over to the vast porn section. He knew he was looking for something with domination in it, and he suspected he should be looking at gay videos, but apart from that... He hoped he wasn't going to have to ask the store assistant for help.

Scott chose a few floggers and moved onto the more interesting, but smaller items like blindfolds, gags, nipple clamps and cock and ball toys. He made a few selections and then looked at the collars. He wasn't sure if Warren was ready for something like that. Some were downright jewelry while others looked like they belonged on guard dogs.

He went in search of Warren among the rows of porn.

His eyes scanned the titles, occasionally pulling a video out to look at the front. On the fourth one that he'd pulled from the rack the picture on the front caught his attention. A strongly built blond man was kneeling in front of a tall brunette. He smiled, turning as he felt Scott approach. He held it up almost triumphantly. "There's so much to choose from."

"We'll need to get an account," Scott said, "I'd rather rent them before I bought them. I don't want to spend money on something I won't watch after the first fifteen minutes." He scanned the labels on the shelves and found the BDSM section, "Take a look at a few of those. They may be to hard core, but we could get one with a high AVN recommendation. I'll go sign up."

Warren nodded and started going through the titles again, renting was easier, and so he selected 4 from the shelf and carried them over to where Scott was signing them up at the counter.

The clerk was ringing up their purchases and placing them into black bags while she explained their rental policy to Scott. She smiled at Warren and then looked at the videos he was carrying. Her smile got even wider and she looked from him to Scott and back before she went back to ringing up the purchases. She frowned as the she neared the bottom of the basket. "Did ya'll need some lubricant and water proofing for these?" she asked.

Warren looked at Scott, willing to take his lead from him.

"Finish this and I'll pick it out," Scott ordered, handing the pen to Warren and he followed Tanie over to the counter where the lubes and water proofing agents were displayed. He took her recommendations for the waterproofing and the best cleaner for the toys. He hesitated at the price, but got the biggest size of the best anal lube, which was still a relatively small bottle, but Tanie said a little went a long way. He noticed a lube that would heat up and decided to get that on a whim.

Warren reached for his wallet, glad that he had the habit of carrying cash on him because he didn't want his father to know what he spent his money on.

Tanie rang up the last purchases and added the rentals. It came to $613.78 and Scott's eyes widened. He gulped and looked at Warren hoping that he'd offer to help pay. The Professor had only given him an allowance of $400 and he'd hoped to keep it under $300.

Warren riffled in his wallet and pulled out 7 $100 bills. He handed them over without a word. He figured that Scott could settle up with him later, he didn't know how much he had to spend and didn't want to have a conversation about money in front of the clerk

Scott was astonished and taken aback. He didn't expect Warren to pay for the whole amount. He'd finish their shopping and then when he knew the total back and forth they'd figure out who owed whom how much. Silently, Scott picked up their bags and headed out to the car.

Warren smiled and nodded at the clerk before following his lover out of the store, he hoped he'd done the right thing; he wasn't sure what Scott's silence signified. Was it perhaps not the done thing for the submissive in the relationship to pay for things? Perhaps he'd just committed some BDSM faux pas? He was thoughtful as they reached the car.

As Scott began to back out of the parking lot, he said, "Thanks, Warren, we should've discussed how we were gonna pay and if we had a spending limit. I'll pay you for half of it when I can get to a bank, okay?"

Warren smiled and felt a wave of relief. "That's cool. I wasn't sure what your limit was. Halves are good." He watched the passing buildings and realized they weren't heading towards home "Where to now?"

"A medical supply store. The Professor usually has me pick up stuff for him there, but there's some items that we could use, too," he replied.

Warren's brow creased, what could be of use to them at a medical supply store? He was quiet a moment while he mulled that over. "Like what?" he asked, finally.

Scott glanced at Warren and then returned his eyes to the road, "Nothing to worry about," he said. "I was thinking that your bed could get pretty messy with all the lube and cum all over it. We'll pick up some pads that'll keep the bed clean and we can wash them individually by ourselves when necessary. Don't need the Staff to go mucking into our private lives. Also there are a few foam cushions I wanted you to check out and see if they might be what we need. You're pillows are too soft and move around. The cushions are usually designed to stay in place. A few boxes or an enema kit probably wouldn't be out of line and there's one or two more item's I want to check out."

Warren nodded along as he listened, then his mind backtracked..."Enema kit?" he blinked

"Ummmhmmm," Scott grinned. "Something to clean you out every now and again. Plus I read some men like them. I thought we might try one after a marathon session. Unless you like the feeling of cum dripping out your ass?"

Warren blushed. He couldn't see any reason why he would object to Scott's cum dripping out of his ass. He closed his eyes and rested his head back against the headrest. His pants felt a little tight around the crotch from where his mind was drifting to thoughts of being fucked by Scott.

Scott pulled into the parking lot behind another strip mall and parked. They entered the White Plains Medical Supply from the back and Warren noted that it was a clean and very white store. Reminiscent of a hospital atmosphere without the ammonia/detergent smell, the place was quiet despite the other three customers, an older couple and a woman who could be their daughter or a caregiver. Scott immediately headed over to where the cushions sat in neat piles against the back wall.

Warren felt more self-conscious in there than he had in the adult store. Perhaps it was the fact that they were using 'innocent' type equipment for perverted usage. He felt naughty and paranoid, like everyone else there would know. He looked at the cushions that Scott was looking at, they were quite interesting and he could see why his lover had thought of them.

Scott tested the firmness of the foam in a wedge shaped backrest. It was stiff with a little give. Turned over, Warren could lay over it, raising his ass in the air. And it was relatively cheap at $14.99. There were also some smaller cloth covered foam columns and rectangles made out of the same material. These were cheaper at $9.99 each. "I want to get this," Scott said, hefting the wedge, "but we might want to get one or two of those." He gestured to the smaller pieces. "What do you think?"

"Do you think they'll be okay?" he looked at them, "Whatever you think, I'll try anything, they're cheap enough that if they don't work out then it’s no big loss."

"I think they'll do fine," Scott assured him and picked up two columns and two blocks. He took them over to the counter and asked the young girl at the counter to hold them for him. She smiled at them and asked how Scott's father was doing. Scott said his father was fine and moved off down another aisle picking up a hand basket as he went.

"She thinks the Professor is my dad," he explained in a whisper. "She keeps forgetting he's not so I just go along with it now." Scott reached out and picked up two barium enema kits, cheap at .99 cents each. "We'll just use the kit and throw away the barium," he whispered before Warren could ask.

He continued down the aisle to the incontinence section and looked at the merchandise on display. He saw what he was looking for, Drip Collectors. Soft absorbent sleeves that fitted over the penis. Perfect. He grabbed a package of 10. "Unless you can think of anything more," he said, "I think we're done."

Warren's mind was reeling. He looked at the drip collectors wondering what purpose they would have. He figured he should be grateful that Scott didn't want to put a diaper on him or use a catheter. He looked around the store wondering what else they had there.

Scott let Warren wander around and while he stopped at the pain relief section and picked up some arthritic ointment that would warm as it was absorbed and some strong pain reliever. He expected that Warren might appreciate it once he put him through his paces. For all he knew, he might even need it for himself.

Warren couldn't see anything else that called out to him as being something he would want to try perverting and he rejoined Scott to head for the checkout.

Once they were outside and placing their newest purchases in the roomy trunk, Scott asked, “You hungry?”

"Yeah," Warren was surprised to find that he was, he checked his watch and realized that it was lunchtime, they'd been longer than he thought.

"I know this place we can go to," Scott said, "It's a place near the outside of town between here and Salem Center. It's a restaurant bar called Harry's."

He nodded, "Sure, sounds fine by me." Warren couldn't help thinking of all their purchases in the trunk of the car. He wondered how long Scott would wait before he wanted to try them out, maybe he should only eat a light lunch? He didn't know if he wanted to watch the videos together or on his own. He thought watching porn with someone else might be a touch embarrassing, but they were already fucking and talking about things he never thought they would so it probably didn't matter much if it was.

"Great!" Scott smiled. "The Professor took me there a few times and the food is good. He told me the place used to be a seedy gay bar, but it changed ownership and now it's not so seedy."

"Is it still a gay bar?" Warren asked, looking over at Scott from behind his shades.

"Everyone's welcome," Scott replied, "The place was redecorated and the last time we were there, there were some straight couples mixed in.” Scott glanced at Warren’s slightly flustered face. “We won't necessarily be typecast the moment we walk in unless we start kissing and holding hands," he added with a mischievous smirk.

He nodded, and when noticed the smirk and couldn't help his own smile. "Which means that we could hold hands and kiss and no one would care though, right?"

"Probably, but only if you want to," Scott said. He didn't want to push anything on Warren.

"It's always good to know what your options are." He said softly with a smile. He looked out of the window at the passing cityscape as they drove along, contemplating the change in things between the two of them in just 24 hours.