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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17789 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is the property of Hiro Mashima. I make no money, I just do this for my own pleasure.

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A/N: Audio drama: http://chirb.it/JxN3tO
Introducing, the Punishing Bench: https://www.extremerestraints.com/dungeon-furniture_18/the-punishing-bench_2091.html

Chapter 37

A Paddle For Two
Freed knew he was on the stage. He knew there was an audience out there somewhere. He heard conversations scattered around. He was naked in front of all of them, yet he could do nothing. Blindfolded, gagged, collared, his cock caged up, he was utterly dependent on Laxus, totally at his mercy.
He honestly was not sure how much mercy the Thunder God would show him.
"Most of you know me," Laxus began, sounding a bit bored.
Freed heard his voice being amplified. Of course, he was giving no normal demonstration to the small crowd of a kink club. This was an exhibition, and the audience was massive. He needed the microphone.
"However, you don't know these two."
Wait … two? Two? What the hell did he mean by two? Who else?
"This is a volunteer. Get up here, bitch."
"Yes, master."
Freed let out a muted cry of protest, wishing he could scream around the ball gag, but Laxus scolded her right away.
"Don't call me master."
He felt glad that Laxus warned her. Laxus often said he wanted and needed only one slave, and Freed was rather proud of being that person. He did not want to share the exclusivity of being Laxus' slave. He turned his head in the direction of the voice. It was familiar. He had just heard that voice tonight.
"She's a pain whore," he said. "But this?"
Freed was yanked forward, almost stumbled, and suddenly felt Laxus' arms around him, hugging him from behind.
"This is mine," Laxus said, his arms tight around Freed.
His! Freed felt himself blush at heard Laxus claim him, and in front of everyone.
"He's an angel," Laxus said in amusement, caressing the feathery wings attached to the harness. "He's delicate."
Freed wanted to protest. Sure, he might not like extreme BDSM, but he was anything but delicate. However, the gag in his mouth made his "Hey!" come out in a comical garble.
"Yes, this one…"
A hand was on him. Large, hot, rough. Laxus was stroking him, straight down his body, down to the imprisoned cock, brushing over the gilded cage. Freed stiffened at the caress to that area.
"He's sensitive."
Shit, it felt good! And in front of everyone! He was being fondled in front of hundreds! Freed felt himself shivering at the humility. That shame aroused him, his whole body went rigid, yet his erection was smashed down by the gold cage. He could not rise like he naturally wanted to do, and that hurt.
Just as he was about to snap a protest, Laxus stepped away from him, and Freed felt like he had been left to stand on the edge of a pirate's ship blank with sharks down below. He was facing the audience, naked, blind, mute, and Laxus was not there to hold him. He was afraid if he took a single step, he might fall off the stage. He did not know how close he was to the edge, but he felt he must be very close to the gathered audience.
And naked! Everyone could see him! He even heard someone whisper, "I like his cock cage. So elegant." Shit! They were all staring at him. Naked! On display!
"So, how does a dom adjust?" Laxus said, getting right into the planned lesson. "You gotta start at a level you know will be fine, either because you've worked together before, like me and my angel here, or because the sub has told you directly, like Virgo here."
Freed stiffened. Virgo? Wait, the masochistic maid? He remembered she gave her name as Virgo. No wonder her voice was familiar. He met her purely by chance. Or had she bumped into him on purpose? Maybe she wanted to meet him before working together, but Laxus warned her to keep it a secret. It made sense.
"Still, there are ways to handle both sorts of submissives. Bitch!"
Freed heard a hand hitting flesh and a woman yelp.
"Get your ass across the hobby horse. Now! Before I hit you again."
"Yes, master," she said, and Freed heard footsteps scurrying off.
"Don't … call me … master," Laxus ordered, his voice edging toward fury. He let out a disgusted grunt and focused back on the presentation. "All scenes start with the right mentality. Mentally, she likes to be ordered in the cruelest way possible. This one, though."
Sensing more than seeing, Freed knew Laxus was standing in front of him. His hand was on his cheek, stroking him gently.
A soft, warm, yet commanding line was spoken to him. "I want you on your knees."
Freed did not even think. He dropped, right there, so hard and so suddenly that it hurt, yet he was utterly and fully obedient to that low, gentle, dominant voice. He remembered doing this before. The first day he spoke with Laxus, in the South Pole Club's restroom, Laxus had given him an order to drop to his knees, and Freed collapsed, not caring how filthy that restroom floor must be. When Laxus spoke to him in that voice, there was no way Freed could disobey.
Laxus stroked Freed's hair, smirking down at him.
Oh yes, this was familiar! He remembered that day as well, meeting this young, awkward man, someone he had noticed in the audience because he stared with such intensity, it made Laxus want to dance better. When he saw he would be giving "Greenie" a lap dance, his heart had sped up a little. He had been wanting to meet that man with the long, green hair, but there was never a good opportunity. Then he made such a basic mistake while giving him a lap dance, not paying attention to his client's limits, because that handsome face distracted him. When Freed yelled at him and ran off, Laxus felt a pang in his heart. Normally, he wouldn't have cared if a client got mad. Fuck all of those perverts! Seeing that young, nameless man with green hair get angry was different. Laxus hated himself for going too far, and he wanted more than anything to make it up to him. He had raced backstage, grabbed prop jeans and his own boxers, and gave them to Freed to wear after coming in his pants. He felt such an instant and utterly confusing connection to this man.
When he realized he had a chance to dominate him a little, seeing Freed obey him and drop to his knees so hard, so unquestioningly and unhesitatingly, made Laxus' cock tingle in a way no other client, in all his years, had ever done. That moment in the disgusting strip club restroom amidst the smells of shit, cum, and disinfectant, he felt a stirring in his heart, the very first flickers of something that gradually grew to be love.
Freed's admiration had not lessened, even though they now lived together. His obedience had not slackened, even after they began to switch up roles. Seeing Freed drop to his knees hard enough to leave bruises still made Laxus' cock tingle.
"This one likes to be told what will pleasure me. If he could speak, you'd hear him say 'If it pleases you, master.' And damn, does he please me!"
Freed's face dropped in humiliation, thinking about all the ways he had pleased Laxus in the past, from that first day meeting together to the foot massage he gave Laxus that afternoon to help him calm down his nerves.
"Crawl on your knees, Greenie."
Freed felt the leash of his collar tugged, and he blindly followed, being pulled along, trusting the guidance Laxus gave him. Then he heard a soft grunt as Laxus knelt beside him.
"It's a punishing bench. You'll be strapped down in doggy-style. I'll help you onto it."
Freed tried to reply, but his mouth was gagged. He nodded instead.
Laxus spoke again, addressing the audience. "It's fine to ease the sub into the scene. Especially if their senses are impaired, you may need to guide them. Forward a step, Greenie. Stand. Good. Now, lean over with your hands down. I've got your wrists."
He felt Laxus take hold of his wrists, pulling them forward until he touched a leather cushion.
"That's the bench. Can you climb up?"
Freed now felt the bench and cushions for his knees. He crawled up, but he realized too late that it was narrow, only four padded sections for his knees and arms. He nearly slipped, but Laxus caught him with ease.
"Gotcha! I should have showed you how it looks. Settle into position, ass up." A padded bar raised in the middle, pressing into Freed's abdomen, adding to the discomfort as it forced his ass to stick out higher. "There. Perfect. I'm gonna lock you into place now. Safeword?"
Freed was shaking too much to snap, so he hummed the first lines of In A Gadda Da Vida. He was glad Laxus gave him that optional safeword. He sucked at snapping his fingers.
Laxus laughed in amusement at the musical safeword. "Very good. Let me know if it's too tight."
He felt Laxus strapping in his wrists, forearms, ankles, and over his calves, just below the knee. He was strapped down on all fours, emptiness under him, his ass exposed and raised high. The leather straps over all four limbs felt erotically wonderful.
"Such a sexy bitch," Laxus purred, rubbing Freed's back and down to his rump. "Now for this little pain whore."
Freed felt Laxus walking away. That was right … there was another.
Why had Laxus used another sub? Why had he not warned Freed about this? Was he afraid he would protest? That seemed likely. If he had time to think about it, he would have gotten intensely jealous at the idea of sharing Laxus.
"I wish I was her," he heard some lady in the audience coo, enamored by the Thunder God.
Freed fisted up his hands. Laxus must have known he would get jealous, so he did not mention using two subs. It made sense, and it was true. Freed was jealous! Still, he understood Laxus' reasoning. He had a lot of paddles to show off, and Freed could not handle that many, not at full swings. They had tried, practiced, ran through the presentation a few times, and Freed had to stop before Laxus could finish! So he probably picked Virgo because she was a pain whore. She could go to a level of intensity Freed could not withstand.
She could give Laxus what he craved!
That thought saddened Freed. No matter what, he could not magically increase his pain tolerance.
He suddenly heard a low whisper in his ear. "Whatever you're thinking, stop it."
He jolted at Laxus' order. Of course, he could not just stop thinking about it, not when this was going on. Laxus was talking, describing paddles of different types, but Freed could not even hear him anymore. His head had gone off somewhere else. He was on his hands and knees, and below him … nothing. An abyss. How deep? It felt like if he slipped, he would fall forever.
"Strikes should be focused on the lower, meatier part of the cheeks and upper thighs. Never strike the tailbone or the knees; it hurts like fuck and you can cause serious damage if you hit there too hard. It's best not to go full salvo right away. Some warm-ups…"
Freed felt a hand slap, not hard, but warning him. Then he heard three similar slaps to Virgo and her breathy moan.
"… build anticipation and gets them into the right frame of mind. It allows the cheeks to get used to the spank and acts as a safeguard. After a few slaps, you can increase your strength gradually."
Freed felt another strike, harder now, not a hand but the flatness of a paddle, instantly followed by rubbing and a soothing word from Laxus. Then he went away. Seconds later, Freed heard the strike to Virgo and her trembling moan.
Was he rubbing her ass also? Freed hated the thought of that.
"With permission, you can either take the paddle as hard as you want—"
Freed heard the slap of flesh, a loud of carnal crack, and Virgo crying out.
As hard as Laxus wanted … she could take it. She could handle those devastating blows that would have Freed screaming his safeword immediately. From the beginning, he could never handle the truly painful side of BDSM. He remembered something Laxus said after their first night together.
"It's the only way I can get new clients, men I can beat up, do things that I wouldn't want to do with you…. Hurt you. Treat you like shit. Beat you up."
From the very beginning, Laxus needed others to get what he needed.
Just like now and Virgo. She was someone who could give him that extreme intensity that Freed could not.
"Or…"
Freed suddenly felt a hand trailing down his spine, down to his ass, and fingers digging in, yanking him back to this club, this moment. He was on stage, and Laxus was near him, touching him, painfully groping his bare butt cheeks to pull him back into the scene and out of the negativity.
"… you do it in just the right spot, and you can go gentle."
The strike came, and although the paddle itself did not hit hard enough for that shocking crack like with Virgo, it hit in just a way to make Freed's mind flash, like lightning striking him, tingling him. He heard his muted cry through the ball gag.
It … hurt! But it didn't. It was hardly a strike, and yet his limbs trembled. If he was not thoroughly strapped in to the bench, he certainly would have fallen. As he was, there was no way to fall, no way to move, to pull away, nothing. He was trapped and Laxus was his savior, yet a sadistic god who would punish him before granting salvation.
"Aim low and center, at the crease where the cheeks meet the thighs. The vibrations from your strike will stimulate the genitals. Especially on men—"
Freed felt Laxus massaging his ass, and he stiffened. He was touching the burning sting, but he gently rubbed it out. The tenderness after such pain made Freed quiver, instantly craving more if it earned him this sensation.
"—a little paddle right to the lower edge of the rump—"
Now Laxus was tracing where he hit, and his finger sizzled on the skin still hot from the strike.
"—barely skims the balls."
He openly and unashamed grabbed Freed by the jewels.
In front of everyone!
Freed nearly fainted. He was being fondled so openly in front of hundreds. And … he loved it!
"That zone is very painful. You don't have to hit hard. Probably don't want to … unless your sub likes that," he added slyly. "This one…"
That large hand stroked Freed's face, and he turned his head up, blind, mute, but still in adoration even if he could not see his Thunder God there.
"…he likes it gentle, but painful. And this one…"
Laxus' hand left, and Freed sensed him walking away.
"… she likes it as hard as you can give it. Two very different subs, and that's important to know. You've got to know what your sub likes. Do they like it as rough as possible?"
The crack shattered the air, and Virgo yelped erotically.
"Or…" Footsteps crossed the stage. "… gentle, but painful."
The paddle stung although the slap was soft, and pain again pierced through Freed. His cry was held back, but he was still moaning, almost sobbing, through the blindfold and ball gag.
"Now, on women particularly, if you aim in this region…"
Freed stopped listening, not wanting to hear Laxus talking about female anatomy, not wanting to imagine him touching that woman like he was touching Freed. He knew he needed to stop worrying, though. Laxus had ordered him already to stop. He forcefully shoved the jealousy aside. He was left alone to float in his head-space, savoring the pain.
That paddle barely, just barely, stung the underside of his balls, and that made Freed's cock jolt. The burn spread straight to his dick, heating up the entire region. He felt the member swelling and the restriction of the cold metal cage, the chastity device tugging even stronger on his scrotum where it was bound, which further enhanced the pain.
He wanted to get erect, to take full pleasure in this, and to come … oh fuck, he wanted to come! Already! Yet his cock was compressed and denied.
He realized there was a crowd out there. He did not want to get erect in front of them. The cage was a sanctuary, protecting him from that dangerous, unwanted level of humiliation.
Paddling, he could handle.
Coming in public, in front of everyone, to have everyone see him at his weakest … no. He did not want that at all.
The pain of the cock cage reassured him that he was safe. Laxus had caged him and protected him from the predators out there in the dark. Freed was the animal on display at this erotic zoo, and Laxus was taming him. Or, like a pet. Yes, Laxus' pet. He took comfort in that, even as his balls tingled with the trailing edge of the fading burn.
Suddenly, Freed heard Virgo scream with desirous need. "Master!"
He jolted. Master? But … but only he…
Freed next heard a cry of pain as Laxus grabbed the woman's pink hair and wrenched her head up. "You don't get to call me master. You are not a slave. You are a piece of meat! Only he gets to call me master," he said, pointing to Freed. "Him! Because he is my one and only slave. He is the only one who has the honor of being my slave. You can call me sir, but never even think of me as your master, bitch!"
He struck her ass hard three times in succession as punishment, and Virgo let out a sensual cry, shivering, utterly enthralled with being punished.
Freed turned his head over to him, stunned to hear those words. He really had worried that maybe Laxus liked having more than one slave. Maybe he craved more than Freed could provide. He knew he was not into the harder forms of BDSM that Laxus liked: extreme impact, bloodplay, branding, piercing. He cringed at some of the stuff done between people, even with consent.
He feared Laxus might find someone who liked it rougher, someone who thrilled him more, someone who craved purely to be punished … like Virgo.
So hearing those ardent words of loyalty and exclusiveness made his heart warm.
"What are you smiling about, slave?"
The strike this time was to one cheek, then the other, two done quickly together. Freed cried out, and he sank deeper into bliss.
"Mentality!" Laxus said, addressing the audience again. "The sub needs to find their subspace. Once they do, the act mutates and the true pleasure of the experience begins."
Another paddling smacked him, and Freed realized that Laxus was right. He was in another dimension now and this burn, this tingle, this entire act, was heaven.
He accepted strikes from various paddles: wood, leather, one with metal lumps that dug into his flesh, paddle after paddle, strike after strike. Freed heard nothing of Laxus'—rather unexpectedly—educational presentation besides the rumble of his voice. He already knew from their practice run-throughs what Laxus planned to show and talk about. Freed realizes that not all of the paddles he planned were used on Freed. Most of them, Laxus using on Virgo, giving Freed time to work through the sensual pain of the previous paddling.
Before each spank, he felt Laxus touching him, drawing him back, not sneaking up. Freed was glad for the warning. His entire ass was on fire now. He began to sweat and shake.
"This one needs extra force if you want to leave an imprint. Greenie," he said softer and just to him, caressing his face. "This will be the hardest."
Freed nodded, prepared, and immensely glad for the warning. A paddle that left an imprint! He had seen plenty like that in porn videos, but never had Laxus used one. He had warned Freed that he might, though, if the club could provide an impression paddle. Apparently, they did, just as they provided all of the equipment that night, mostly to advertise their sponsors, an online store for bondage gear and sex toys.
He wondered what the paddle said. What sort of mark did Laxus want to imprint on his ass?
Laxus must have guessed his curiosity, because he whispered into Freed's ear. "It says … mine."
Freed gasped. Mine! Laxus was truly claiming him, in front of all these people, in front of a whole crowd.
The strike came, far harder than any other hit Laxus had ever delivered to him, and Freed screamed for real this time. It … hurt! Not even good anymore. Tears dampened the eye mask. He tried to snap. Was it two snaps to stop? Three? What was that other way? Humming? What song? He couldn't think. It hurt. It hurt!
A hand rubbed out the sting, soothing the fiery burn while another hand stroked his head. "Good. Very good. That's all. Nothing else, I promise."
Laxus' words calmed him. Nothing else. He knew he pushed Freed to the very edge of his limits, and that was where he would stop. Laxus knew!
"Most important of all is the aftercare. That will be discussed in detail later on. For now, this concludes the demonstration. Can you stand, bitch?"
"Y-yes, mas- … um, sir."
He guided her off the stage. "Easy. Down the stairs. Here's some lotion for your ass. Flare said she'll help you to apply it."
The red-head slithered forward. "Of course I will, gladly! Over here, my dear. I'll tend to that succulent ass of yours."
"Heh! Have fun with her." Laxus walked over to the punishing bench. "Greenie?"
A hand stroked his head. Freed had been just hanging there, locked on all fours, and feeling like he was sinking, saliva drooling down his chin, his eyelashes wet from tears he could not let drip, his cock … so full, and needy, and smashed down, painful, wonderful, delving him into a mental deepness he had never experienced before now. Reality was lightyears away.
The release of the straps made his skin ache. Freed nearly collapsed, and Laxus grabbed him around the chest.
"Oh, you're far gone, aren't you?"
He laid back, fully resting on Laxus' massive chest, surrendered, defeated, wanting to melt into that body. He was being dragged forward, and he did not even know where he was in the world. That world was shadow. Reality was Laxus. Only Laxus. He was everything. He was the god of this dimension.
"Take a good look, everyone," Laxus shouted out to the crowd, standing on the edge of the stage with Freed an utter mess, flopped bonelessly against him. "This one is off-limits."
He yanked Freed around, chest to chest, showing his bare ass to the crowd. His hand drifted down to where the word MINE was a bright pink impression across his swollen butt cheeks.
"Mine!" Laxus snarled, and he grabbed Freed's ass with both hands.
Freed jolted out of his sleepiness and tried to cry out in pain. Immediately, Laxus let go and rubbed it out. Still, he chuckled softly in sadistic enjoyment. He tipped Freed's chin up, wet and messy, that red ball in his mouth, the white feathered mask and blinder underneath it, the gleaming white collar, and his wings still strapped over the shoulders.
His angel!
Before all these people, Laxus had claimed him. It was printed right there on his ass for everyone to read, brightly burned into the angelic skin. MINE! Let them look at that bare ass and be jealous!
"Let's go into the back," he whispered.
He yanked Freed straight up and carried him princess-style off the stage. Freed curled into the broad chest and sighed blissfully. The demonstration was over, but the best part was coming up soon.

Next Chapter: You're Freed

A/N: I went on an unannounced break for National Novel Writing Month since I was unable to finish the chapter before November. The chapter became so long, I've broken it into three parts. More chapters for you, easier to edit for me.
I received some gorgeous fan art from the immensely talented Zelkam, which includes Freed in his club gear with winged harness and white collar, their "Only You" promise rings, and Laxus being the grinning sex-god he is!
http://zelkams-art.tumblr.com/post/135021764849/catch-the-thunder-nsfw-a-fraxus-fanfiction-by
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