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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17789 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"You are the one, I should've know
That our love only could've grown...
I really want to, I've got to try,
And tonight I want to make my angel fly."
— Allan Hurd
Chapter 53
Make My Angel Fly
Freed stayed on his knees, his eyes to the ground in submission, as Laxus slowly circled him. That large, rough hand constantly touched him, trailing around his body, over his shoulders, along his neck, swishing through his long hair, and then around front to his chest, brushing down and scratching over his nipples.
"Now, what do I do with you?" Laxus wondered, making his slow rounds. "Y'know, this room has a lot of things in it, things we don't have at home, things we can do here that we just can't do in an apartment. Doing the same thing we always do, well, that's no fun," he said dismissively, then smirked. "How about we try something new?"
"Like what?" Freed asked, curious but also apprehensive. He was always up to new avenues of pleasure. It was thrilling to try fresh ideas.
"Dunno yet," Laxus muttered, continuing to circle him and stroking his hand along Freed's body. "You gave me some restrictions. I have to work within those guidelines."
Freed flinched in shame for putting that sort of burden on his master.
"Hey." He knelt in front of Freed and tipped his chin back up. "It's fine. Gives me a good challenge. How do I pleasure you—" His fingers scratched down Freed's chest, earning an erotic grunt. "—but not do certain things?" He looked down at Freed's body reacting to his gentle touches while promising pain to come. He chuckled sadistically as he circled a finger around an erect pink dot. "Your nipples are getting hard just from me rubbing you."
Freed's face went bright, but as he looked down at his chest, he saw Laxus was right to point it out. His nipples had wrinkled up into stiff points, and every faint touch sent jolts through him. "You haven't touched me all week. I'm a little sensitive," he said in accusation.
Sensitive, huh? He thought about how sensitive Freed used to be, coming in his pants and struggling to last even ten minutes. So untrained and naïve! Now, although he came in the elevator just minutes ago, his cock was long, although it had not raised up again. His nipples showed that his body was a powder keg of lust, and Laxus wanted to watch him explode again and again.
"Well, this is giving me some ideas," he admitted, plotting the things he could do. Oh so many things! However, he had to work his ideas into Freed's needs. "Hey, timeout real quick."
Freed yanked himself out of the role of slave and looked up in confusion. Rarely did Laxus call for a timeout.
"That meeting you've got on Monday, can you wear long sleeves?"
It took a moment for Freed to switch back into the businessman, at least long enough to think about corporate meetings. "Y-yeah, I'll be wearing a business suit."
"Okay. So just not on the wrists?"
Freed still looked only half-aware of what he was asking.
"If I give you a mark on the mid-arm, would that be okay?"
"Um … y-yeah," he muttered, slowly returning to real life. "I'll just have to not roll up my sleeves, but yeah, at least for the meeting it should be okay."
"Good. The marks should be gone by then, but just in case."
Marks? On his mid-arm? "Wh-what are you planning to do?"
"Something I think you'll like." Laxus ran his hands along Freed's arms, as if judging the right location. "Something we've never done."
"What is it?" he asked, eager to explore new pleasures.
Such fearlessness amused Laxus. "Can't tell ya or it'd ruin the surprise. I can tell you one thing, though." He looked Freed straight in the eyes. "It will hurt … and it'll be scary as hell to you."
Freed choked up a little. "Scary? H-how?" Of all the things they had done, never was anything scary. Painful, humiliating, embarrassing him to the point of sobbing, but never had their play involved fear.
Laxus had a mischievous smile. "Can't tell ya," he said, not giving away any hints.
Okay, Freed supposed saying anything would ruin the surprise. "Is … is it going to be really painful?" he asked, slightly worried now.
"Nothing permanent or that will leave deep marks, but yeah. It'll hurt like fuck. Not so much the body, but the mentality will make it worse."
Freed had to calm himself. Laxus would torture him on a psychological level this time. Maybe that was what he needed to do: less physical, more mental. It was new, and already it was a little scary, walking willingly into the unknown.
"I told you, give me your worst," Freed whispered, firming up his resolve.
Laxus clasped Freed's shoulders and leaned in close, staring sternly. "I will not let you be harmed."
He jolted at just how dire Laxus sounded.
"I need to tell you that," he insisted. "I will not … let any harm … come to you. It'll hurt, but I will not let you get injured."
Holy shit, what is he planning to do? To need to reassure Freed of something that was basic for BDSM—pain was okay, but actual harm was not acceptable between them—made this so much more terrifying already. Whatever it was, it warranted this sort of forewarning.
"You're scaring me," he admitted with a hard gulp. "What are you planning?"
Laxus' eyes softened, and he looked over Freed's body, tracing his fingers in certain places, as if still calculating something. "I want to make you my angel."
Angel? Freed's face crunched up, trying to sort out what he meant. Laxus often called him an angel. How would he make him an angel?
"What I had in mind…" His finger trailed over the black collar and got a thick gulp out of that slender throat. "…was to tie you up, bind you. Your arms." He caressed areas of Freed's forearm. "Your legs." He ran his fingers up Freed's muscular thighs. "Completely immobilize you. Leave you at my mercy."
Freed shivered at the touches and the thought of being utterly reliant on Laxus. Being in bondage, being helpless to move at all, made his heart race. He licked his lips as he pictured it in his mind.
"Well, I like the sound of it," he said with an impish gleam in his eyes.
"Good. And then…" Laxus leaned in to whisper into Freed's ear. "…I'm gonna scare the living shit out of you!"
The erotic image shattered with renewed fear. Seriously, what was he planning? Freed pouted as he began to doubt this idea. "I hope that's not literal."
Laxus leaned back and laughed. Sassy little bitch! "Hopefully not," he agreed. Then he cupped Freed's face and asked in a serious tone, "Ya wanna try it?"
He had full confidence that, whatever it was, Laxus would make it pleasurable. Even if it hurt, even if it was scary, he would be with Freed the entire time, and it would end with ecstasy.
"I will do whatever my master commands. Anything you can handle."
"Yeah, this is pretty extreme," Laxus admitted, not about to lie about it. "Which is why I want your permission, why I need to assure you I won't harm you, and why I want to set a different safeword."
Freed rolled his eyes. "Another?"
"You might not be able to speak, and in your mental state, I doubt you will remember In A Gadda Da Vida."
Okay, he had a point. The one time they used that as a non-vocal safeword, not only was it too long, but it was hard to remember which song to hum. When his brain slipped into subspace, everything else blurred.
"So, we're going to do something simple. You make any noise you can: a grunt, a scream, any noise. One long, three short."
"Okay…"
"Any noise," Laxus emphasized. "One long, three short. So when your mind is way out there," he said, combing his fingers through Freed's hair, "you can't speak, and you can't think, remember that. One long, three short."
Freed firmed up and nodded. "Got it."
"Okay." Laxus pushed himself up to his feet and walked over to a dresser set against the playroom's wall. He opened up a drawer and began to dig through. "Let's see. No. No … nah, that'll hurt like a bitch."
Freed tried to watch, but he had not yet gotten permission to rise off the ground.
"Ah, this type's good!" Laxus pulled out a few coils of rope. As he brought it over, he saw Freed eying the coils with a hesitant face. "We've never worked with rope together, have we?"
Freed tried to think back. He was pretty sure they did not own coils of rope at all. "I don't think so. You've only used your tie or belt to tie me up. Or handcuffs," he said with a private smile.
"Then you're in for a nice treat. Stand up."
Freed rose and stretched out the stiffness in his knees. Laxus took one coil and dropped the rest. He unraveled the rope, running it through his hands to make sure it was still smooth. It had been kept in good condition, clean and treated, supple and soft. He hated to remember back to that time, but he had used these ropes on Llewellyn. He knew their strength and picked one that would serve his purpose but not leave deep marks or irritation on the skin.
"Put your arms behind your back, hugging your elbows, forearm to forearm."
Freed obediently got into position. "Like this?"
"Almost." Laxus adjusted his arms, feeling over the bones, making sure they were in the right location. "Good. Now, loosen up." He swung the end of the rope over his back to free his hands. Then he massaged Freed's shoulders. "Stay relaxed," he instructed. Laxus kept kneading out the muscles until he felt the tension loosening. "Good. Stay calm while I do this. I sure as hell don't want you to tense up and then the rope ends up being too loose."
Freed let out a calm stream of air and let himself drift. Laxus would tie him up. He had seen pictures of rope bondage. The designs were always so beautiful, works of art. He was the canvas, and Laxus was going to paint an erotic picture with him.
Laxus walked around behind Freed and began his work. The sound of the rope coiling around, the feel of tightness slowing binding the forearms—he kept it off the wrists—was meditative to Freed. He felt himself slipping already, plunging into a place where he was helpless and reliant on Laxus. He could slide away from stress and know he was safe. Laxus would never let his slave come to harm.
As Freed felt the coiling continue and his mind drifted, he made a slight groan.
"Too tight?" Laxus asked, freezing his movements.
"Uh … n-no." He closed his mouth, which had begun to hang open without him even realizing it.
"Listen up. If you feel any tingling or numbness, let me know right away. I'm not exactly sure how tight to make this for you." He continued to thread the rope around.
"Hav-…" He bit back the question. He did not want to sound like he was accusing Laxus of anything. Instead, with a haughty pitch to his voice, he said, "I hope you've done this before."
Laxus paused, wary about how to answer. "Yeah," he replied, wondering if Freed already guessed that he had done this to Llewellyn.
Freed straightened up and nodded sharply. "Good. I wouldn't want an amateur."
Laxus let out a single barked laugh. Damn, how could this guy be so accepting? Then again, Freed had always been this way. From the beginning, he knew Laxus had experience in certain activities. From that first night together, it was part of who he was, and Freed accepted him even back then.
"All right, across your chest now. Try to relax."
Freed took a few breaths and nodded when he was ready. With diligence, Laxus wrapped the rope around, coil after coil laid down carefully, lined up with the previous coil. He secured the rope at times with a knot, then wrapped more.
"Okay, like this … then here … crap, how did this part go … oh, right, this way … then up through here. Yeah."
Freed felt the rope binding above and below his chest, around his shoulders, avoiding the neck. Laxus kept feeling his skin, making slight adjustments. Freed stood there on display, waiting for his master to finish.
"You know, there's a word for this, something Japanese, you'd probably know it."
Shibari, yes, but Freed kept quiet. The feel of the rope was starting to get to him, and it took concentration not to tense up and panic at the sensation of losing mobility.
"They make a whole art form out of this, how to properly bind a person, decorative knots, all fancy and shit. Then it goes over heeeeere…" he said to himself, securing another hitch in the rope. "I'm not normally into fancy crap, but you definitely want something tight, sturdy, but also something that won't hurt … and something that will hurt in the right places. So sometimes learning that fancy shit helps. They make things sturdy—" He gave a tight tug as he came to the end of the first rope, yanking Freed's arms up closer to the neck. With it, all the rope coils shifted, reminding him of how much had been tied around him. Freed gave a moan, and Laxus paused. "Ya okay?"
"Y-yeah!" He gasped, feeling incredible, intense, exhilarated more than he had felt in a long time.
"Seriously, are you okay?"
Freed calmed down. Master was there. No harm would come to him. Sedately, he said, "Yeah."
Laxus watched him, but Freed looked like he was in meditation. How incredible it must feel! Laxus also felt himself slipping into the role of a dom, and he picked up another coil of rope, testing it out first. He began to wrap this part around Freed's waist.
"They make things sturdy," he continued as he coiled, working this part a little faster since he was used to it. "…and sometimes a well-placed knot—"
Freed felt the rope slip between his legs, and he looked down in surprise as Laxus threaded it through to the front.
"—can feel really good!"
He yanked, the rope spread Freed's plump cheeks, and a knot lodged right against his asshole. Freed gasped, but Laxus kept on working, being careful as he wrapped around the groin and thighs. He put pressure in the right places, kept it away from dangerous areas, and made sure the coils lined up to distribute the pressure evenly. He knew how to tie a hip harness, but this was still a delicate area for men. He made sure it was snug but did not at all restrict blood flow.
"All right. Now for this next part. Everything feeling okay?"
Freed moaned and nodded fervently. More! He wanted to be bound up more!
"If it's feeling too tight—"
"I know," he shot in. "I'm fine, just … I think … it's starting to get to me. Mentally. I'm … slipping."
"Goooood," purred Laxus. He took a third coil of rope and continued to tie. "I want you to slip into your little place," he whispered as the rope went around, over, under, tighter, more. "I wanna wrap you up, so you can slide into that spot, lose yourself, and be safe. I want you to feel free, safe here with me. I am right here with you, and I will keep you safe from harm."
Those promises relaxed him. Freed felt the rope, but he feared nothing. It was like Laxus himself was wrapping him up, every coil was his arms, each knot were his hands, covering Freed's body, little tendrils of Laxus smothering him in a secure embrace. It let him relax, physically bound but mentally freed.
Laxus pulled back and gazed at him up and down, admiring the way he looked. "God, you're sexy like this," he whispered.
His heart pounded with the power he had over Freed and the anticipation of what was to come. So much more! He wanted to take Freed further than ever before.
Laxus felt over the ropes, how they dug into the flesh, where areas of skin rolled out, puckered, some areas already showing pink. Laxus had to gulp to keep back the desire to kneel down and worship this incredible work of art.
"How do you feel?"
"I feel great!" he said breathlessly.
"I'm gonna tug on a few spots. If you feel any numbness or tingling, let me know. If anything hurts, anything burns, any pain that doesn't feel good, you let me know right away. It's important."
Freed nodded, knowing Laxus was simply making sure he was safe from harm. Did it hurt? He could feel the rope pressing into his skin, but not painfully. The multiple coils, knots, and various hitches all felt smooth and somehow natural.
Then Laxus began to pull on areas, smoothing down parts that were not quite as lined up as he liked, feeling over hitches to make sure they did not press against nerves, and sometimes just running his fingers over Freed's skin in admiration.
Freed gave a gasp at a ticklish area.
"Sorry," muttered Laxus. He forgot Freed had a ticklish spot there. "Do your fingertips still feel okay?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Let's bring you over to the mirror, let you see yourself."
He hoisted Freed up rather awkwardly to not mess up the coils and dropped him in front of a massive mirror against one of the walls. He stayed behind, resting his chin on Freed's shoulder, looking at him and how his mouth dropped at seeing his reflection.
"Look at yourself, Freed," he whispered, nibbling on his ear. "Look at you, all tousled up."
He gazed in awe at the symmetry of the ropes around his body. "That … actually looks nice."
Laxus blushed at the compliment and pulled back. "Yeah, I don't go for fancy shit, but this'll hold ya."
"No, really!" he insisted.
Freed had a thing for shibari, although they had never tried it before. He had figured Laxus would not know it, since it was a true art form, hard to learn, taking patience and finesse. He had wondered at times if he would even like it. It looked elegant but extremely painful, far more than Freed was willing to handle back then. Now he felt how soft these ropes could be, and how the pressure spread out. There was discomfort, but nothing painful.
"I … I look like … like a Christmas present." Freed laughed at the ridiculous way of describing it. Still, wrapped up in these elegant knots, he felt like a gift, a work of art, sculpted by Laxus' own hands.
Laxus also laughed and kissed Freed's cheek. "Yeah, you do," he said, glad that he approved of his work. He smoothed down the long, green hair and kissed his head. "My little Christmas tree," he said in admiration, and Freed leaned into the petting. Damn, too cute! "But ya know what Christmas trees need? Some decorations."
Laxus walked aside. Although these were technically Lewellyn's items, he knew they must have been sterilized properly. He was not about to use anything that had been inserted, but things that went on the outside were okay for now. Eventually, he would have to request that everything be tossed out; Llewellyn could keep his kink supplies in some other room. They would start from scratch, all items theirs, not hand-me-downs. It would take a while to build up this sort of collection, but it was better when they knew the toys were theirs alone.
Especially for Laxus, it was more enjoyable when he used an item he had bought himself. In the past, any item a client wanted to use had to be provided. Laxus did not own any sex toys. He couldn't afford them! That first night with Freed, for some reason he still did not understand, he bought a toy to use, the electro-stimulator. Since it was something he specifically bought, that truly made it special. It was a first for him, and he was now addicted to the idea of buying things for Freed to use. He wanted to fill this playroom with their own erotic toys.
For now at least, these would work. They were clean and safe.
He returned with a cock sheath. Freed owned one, even Laxus had used it his first time bottoming, so he knew this was something Freed liked.
"Good, you're not too hard yet." It made wrapping up the cock and balls in leather easier.
Freed gasped as Laxus snapped the ring around the balls and tightened the laces to the sheath, tugging it as firmly as the rest of the bondage wrapped around him.
"You've worn these before," he noted as he tied the sheath's laces into a bow.
"Y-yeah." Freed bought his cock sheath while Laxus was still in Greece, and they had used it a few times for fun, to help with holding him back.
"But you've never worn one with this."
Laxus had a small weight in his hand, and he attached it to a loop in the cock sheath. He knew Freed's own version did not come with this addition. Instantly, the cock that was beginning to fill and rise with restriction was tugged downward. Freed flinched as his penis now fought against the weight, wanting to curve up but being force down. It made his cock want to rise even more, and it began to struggle against gravity and the added weight.
"Are you okay?" asked Laxus.
"It's … heavy."
"Of course it is. It's gonna keep your cock down. Don't want you to rise too quickly," he teased, stroking a finger over the exposed head now turning brighter with desire. "Seriously, if you feel any numbness in your dick, you let me know right away."
Freed gulped and nodded. "Y-yeah."
Laxus walked back over to the dresser of supplies and pulled out two more items. He hid them behind his back, smirking as he returned. "Well, that takes care of one branch, but I think this Christmas tree needs some holiday balls."
Like an attacking dragon, he reached around Freed's chest, and two clamps bit down onto Freed's stiffened nipples. He let out a scream, and his body arched in agony. Not only did the clamps bite into his sensitive skin, but attached were swinging, weighted balls that pulled the nipples even harder.
It hurt! So bad! Tears beaded up in Freed's eyes, and he kept shouting as his body shivered with pain. He shook his head, wanting it, not wanting it, hating it, loving it.
"That … really hurts."
"Of course it does. Safeword," he reminded him.
Normally, he would have used a safeword and demanded that they be taken off, not wanting pain this intense; however, his mind was retreating more and more, further, darker, until he could escape everything. The pain carried him away.
"Try it out now," Laxus ordered.
"N-no, I'm … I'm okay," he said, still twisting his torso as if he could escape the sharp, biting pain.
"Do it. Make a noise: one long, three short."
Freed shook his head. He feared that if he used a safeword now, he really would demand for the clamps to come off. He did not want that, not yet. This was a level of pain Laxus was used to giving to others, and Freed wanted to give it his best shot. He would learn to handle it. For Laxus' sake, he would…
Laxus saw the stubbornness. Damn him, he knew Freed had pride a mile high! He grabbed the clamps, pinching them down harder, much harder, until Freed shrieked. He watched with pure, cold sadism as erotic pain turned into full agony, and finally Freed let his voice carry into a patterned scream, a long one, follow by three tearful short bursts. Immediately, Laxus released the pressure on the clamps and hugged Freed. He caressed him to calm him down, kissing his shoulders and upper chest in apology.
"That huuuuuuuurt!" whined Freed.
"Before I continue, I need to know you know what to do," he explained.
Freed scowled and looked away. "That still hurt," he grumbled, sniffling.
Laxus patted his head like a puppy, but it did not take away the petulant scowl. He would have to learn not to be so stubborn if he wanted to avoid pain.
He grabbed Freed's cheeks and turned his face back up to the mirror. "Take a good look at yourself, because you won't see this any longer."
He picked up an eye mask and slipped it over, making sure it fit around the head and did not pull Freed's long hair. Immediately, his little angel looked lost.
"Nice. Very nice," he whispered, stepping back and gazing up and down. "I'm just going to admire you for a bit. Stand there. Get used to the clamps."
"They still hurt."
"Of course they do."
That again!
Freed stood there, tied up, blind to the world now. Without sights to distract him, he retreated even deeper, locked up in bindings, forced to delve inward, to feel tiny and feel the confines of his own body. He waited, wondering what Laxus would do next. As a minute ticked by, the cock sheath lowered more as he lost his erection. He was getting used to the nipple clamps, a fiery pain he could handle now. They actually felt incredible, a constant pain on his chest, keeping the erotic pleasure flowing without end.
However, it was a little too quiet in the room.
"Laxus?" he called out.
He did not hear even breathing, nor did he feel heat of his body nearby. Where was he?
He felt all alone in this blind darkness.
More time passed. Standing there, unable to move at all, was becoming exhausting. His body remained constantly on edge, and he could not shift his weight to help.
"Are you still there?" Nothing. "Laxus? Hello?"
His muscles began to make small spasms, trying to move, trying to get into any other position. That made him feel the braided ropes digging into his skin even more. The more he felt those binds, the more his body involuntarily tried to twitch away, until he was squirming without even realizing it.
"How long are you going to make me stand here?"
Still, not a breath.
"Laxus?" He tried again in a meek voice. "Master?"
Alone! Freed realized how vulnerable he was. He could not move, nor sit, nothing. He was trapped and all alone. His body pulled at the binds. His arms yanked to break free. His legs shifted as panic set in.
What was going on? Where was Laxus? He was alone, tied up, and it was terrifying. Freed began to fight the ropes, breathing harder. How could he escape? What if something happened to Laxus? Where was he? Where was he?
Suddenly, something warm crushed around him.
"Got you," Laxus said with a teasing voice.
Freed yelped out a terrified scream, and his heart felt ready to stop. Laxus had draped around him, but the jolt spiked up frustration in Freed. "You scared me," he growled, heart still racing.
He heard a low, rumbling chuckle in Laxus' chest. "Oh, this ain't nothin' yet."
Freed felt himself being lifted and carried. Laxus plopped him down somewhere else in the room. He felt Laxus' hands attaching more ropes. More and more. He moved swiftly, not at all gently. Freed heard a metallic rattling.
What was happening next? Why even more rope?
"Now, fly!"
Laxus shoved him in the back, and Freed felt himself falling. He screamed, fearing he would land on his face. He tensed up and prepared for it, hoping he did not knock out a tooth. Then his legs went up, his chest came to a sharp stop, and he felt himself suspended horizontally. He felt Laxus pulling on the ropes, lifting him higher.
"Laxus?" he screamed.
He felt a hand on his head. "I'm right here."
Freed shivered. God, it hurt! The ropes dug in deeper, but he felt secure. He was swaying midair now.
"Warn me!" he shouted, angry at being caught so badly off-guard.
Laxus smirked down at him. "Nope."
Like a puppet-master, Laxus pulled on ropes he had threaded through a ring attached to the ceiling. One set of ropes controlled Freed's chest, another his hips, and another his legs. Three tension points helped to spread out the weight.
Oh, this would leave marks! It would not cause him harm, though.
He made sure Freed was at the right height, then Laxus secured the ropes with the best knot he knew. These ropes could hold a lot of weight. They would not snap. The ring above was solid steel and bolted to a chassis on the ceiling. It would not collapse. He had wrapped Freed's body in plenty of rope, providing even weight distribution and multiple backups in case one knot slipped.
Although Laxus was confident in his skill, this was nerve-wracking. It was a huge test for him, to make sure he did something with BDSM that would not result in his lover being harmed.
Hurt, yes. Harmed, never!
"Now look at you. You're my angel. You're flying."
Flying! Freed was dangling on the ropes. He breathed hard as he felt lost in the air now.
"Although, you're a rather sinful angel, aren't you? Got these balls to tease me." He flicked the hanging balls on the nipple clamps, sending them swinging. Freed cried out as the pain he thought he had adjusted to reawakened with the movement. "Oh, and this must feel interesting." Laxus flicked the weight that tugged Freed's cock straight downward. He gasped as the weight pulled and made his cock swing left to right. "Swinging back … and forth," Laxus said, flicking it again and watching Freed squirm. "You don't seem to mind. Looks like you're getting harder."
Freed was dizzy from breathing hard. His brain no longer even knew where to focus. The pain tugging his chest, the squeeze to his cock, the collar on his neck, the ropes … which ropes? So many ropes!
"It … hurts," he whispered.
"You know how to end it," Laxus told him.
Yes, he could end it. He probably did not even need a safeword. Just a request to stop something, to let him down, to remove the clamps, anything at all he requested, Laxus would oblige. Yet now Freed was curious.
How deep could Laxus send him? What all did he have planned?
He wanted more. He wanted to experience it all. The pain was tolerable still; it was the curiosity that kept him tense.
Laxus' brow tensed as he watched for any signs. "I'm serious, Freed. Do not hold back. That's something that scares me."
"I know," he blurted out, but he tried to calm down past the terror that clouded his mind, hanging like this, the constant fear of falling right there on the edge of his thoughts. "I can handle this," he said, trying to reassure Laxus with just his words. "I won't fail you. I'll let you know."
"You sure as hell better."
"Yeah. It hurts, but I'm okay."
Laxus stroked his hair hanging down like a green waterfall. Freed said he wanted Laxus to push his own limits, and this was definitely doing it. Laxus felt on the edge of panic as well, knowing the dangers of suspension. All safety was his responsibility. Freed's pleasure, possibly even his life, was in Laxus' hands. He had to rely on Freed to tell him if anything was wrong, and he had to trust himself to make this into an adventure that would send Freed deeper than ever before. He wanted Freed to see the depths Laxus could take him. Maybe he would hate it, maybe he would get spoiled and crave more of it. There was no knowing how it would turn out.
Laxus was exploring his own boundaries as well. Would he like doing this with Freed? How far could he personally go? How far could he push Freed and still feel nothing but the deepest love for this man?
They were about to explore this new plateau together.
"So, now what do I do with you?" he asked himself, grabbing Freed's butt cheeks and kneading them, getting a hitched groan. "I could just sit here, gaze at my flying angel … worship you."
His tongue licked along the peachy softness of Freed's plump ass. He heard a gasp of shock and smirked. He really could worship him, like some holy idol. He laid gentle kisses up Freed's spine, all the way to the collar, letting his lips play across his bound skin. He saw the tenseness soothe out, and Freed allowed the ropes to carry him.
"Are you okay?" he breathed into Freed's ear.
Freed felt immensely relaxed with the tenderness. "Yeah," he said dreamily, imagining that he really was flying, and Laxus was kissing him all over in the clouds.
"Good." He smiled to see him finally finding the pleasure beyond the pain. It was incredible to watch how the things they did, seeking sensual thrills, also evoked such deep trust and utmost love. It was this aspect about BDSM that Laxus had to keep reminding himself about. Maybe this outcome was not what he originally wanted when he began to work as a dominant, but he found the true pleasure of BDSM with Freed, taking him past just pain and into new worlds of bliss.
Laxus kissed the muscular shoulders, the bound arms, back down again, his tied legs, down to his feet and the ropes around his ankles. He kissed areas that bulged out of the biting ropes, and Freed whimpered at the tenderly sadistic adoration.
Suddenly, Freed felt like he was plunging. Although he had not moved besides faint swaying of the ropes, his mind was falling deeper, deeper, into a depth he had never felt before. He gasped and tried to fight it.
"Freed?" Laxus asked in concern, grabbing his legs just in case something was slipping.
He was breathing hard again, twitching against the ropes, against the mental falling. He wanted to speak, but the connection to his brain was short-circuiting.
"I … sl- … nnngh … o- … okay … just … s- … sl- … It's getting to me. Slipping … s-s-slipping into … deeper. Whoa!" He had no idea where he was heading now: a deeper level, something more intense, further from reality, darker, warmer. The pain in his flesh lit his soul on fire. "Master?" he called out breathlessly. He felt terrified by this level of subspace, so far away from reality now. "Master?"
Laxus took hold of his hand and squeezed it while stroking Freed's head. "I'm right here," he assured.
Freed hummed, relaxing as he felt reassured. He was not alone here in the dark; Laxus was with him. "Keep touching me," he requested in a faint sigh. "Just … a bit."
Laxus kept a firm squeeze on his hand while he stroked Freed's skin, caressing his cheeks, wiping a bit of drool that Freed could not even think straight enough to swallow down, and reassured him with touches. He watched, aroused and enthralled to see Freed reaching this new level, the terror of it, how he eased into it, melting and letting it mold him.
Damn, what trust he had! Trust and love. In him!
"I'm gonna protect you," he swore. He tipped Freed's chin up and kissed his forehead. "I'm right here."
He would protect this man and take him further, so much further. So long as Freed wanted more, Laxus wanted to give it to him. He felt no fear, no second-guessing why he was doing it. That gaping mouth drooling with desire was the reason. Giving Freed this much-needed escape from the stresses of life, that was the reason. Taking pleasure in this, adoring him, journeying with him into newer, darker levels. That was the reason!
"Have you calmed down?"
Freed was floating in nothingness. Ropes kept him bound to a body, but his mind was far, far away. His voice was faint as he whispered, "Yeah."
"Ready for more?"
More? Deeper! How much deeper could he go? How far would Laxus take him? He wanted to know! He wanted to follow him into the depths of hell, as deep into the abyss as he would take him.
"Yeah," he answered, prepared for anything.
Laxus squeezed his hand tighter before letting go and walking to the rigging. "I'll go slow this time."
Focusing, Laxus lowered the rigging for the chest and yanked on the leg ropes. Freed dropped head down, and he screamed in terror at the sensation of falling again, this time feeling his head dropping. Every nerve in his body wanted to reach out and prepare for a horrendous fall, yet he could not move his arms. He really was falling into hell now.
"I'm gonna drop you some more," Laxus warned. "It'll be fine."
Then he moved again, lowering more, his legs yanked up, until the blood rushed to his head. He was perfectly upside down, and Laxus was right. It was scaring the shit out of him!
Freed fought against the fear, knowing he had nothing to be scared about, Laxus would protect him. Still, he was screaming and crying out of pure instinct. He would fall! He would break his neck! But he felt so secure. Laxus swore not to let harm come to him. As he hung there, utterly helpless, he realized more than ever before that he had to trust Laxus with his life.
The ropes were all shifting, and Freed became painfully aware of the way they dug into his skin. He felt the ropes on his shoulders biting in deeper, until he felt like they might cut straight into his skin. He struggled, like a butterfly trying to break out of a cocoon.
"Freed!"
Shit! He was fighting too much. Laxus was used to old men, weak and eager for the terror evoked by this sort of maneuver. Freed was a fighter, he was strong, and he was trying to break out. Laxus heard the ropes creaking. He kept the three rigging lines in a death-grip and grabbed Freed under the shoulders, just in case he broke out.
"Freed, calm down. It'll only hurt worse. Breathe slower."
Freed was still crying and gasping, wiggling to break loose.
"Stop it," Laxus ordered. Freed still struggled, and Laxus heard the steel chassis rattle. "Seriously, stop!"
The command spiked through the terror. Laxus was ordering him for his own good. Freed stilled his body, but the pain was all over. That peace he found earlier was gone. He cried at the pain in his shoulders, but as his body ceased tensing, the sensation eased away. The more he slowed his breathing and accepting the new position, the less it hurt and the less terrifying it became. Still, it took a long time to calm down. Laxus did not let go of him until the tears stopped. Although the ropes were killing his hand, he needed Freed to at least calm down before doing anything else, either to cut him out of the ropes or let him enjoy the new sensation.
"Master?" he finally said, feeling his mind settling into this new depth.
"Can you handle this? Let me know honestly."
He sighed and smiled. "Yeah. Sorry. It's really intense. I like it."
"Good," Laxus said in a rush of relief.
He kissed Freed's upside down mouth and slowly lowered him, letting the full weight ease onto the shoulders and chest harness he had tied up so diligently. Laxus rose and finally tied off the rigging. He rubbed out his hand. Holding Freed's weight with just one hand grasping the ropes had left pink marks in his palm. He shook out the pain and eyed the entire set-up. He tugged the knots, looked at how the harnesses were settling, and carefully eyed the shoulders in particular.
One reason he had blindfolded Freed was so that he would not see any of the worries in Laxus' face. Full suspension had many dangers, but it was also immensely intense for both sub and dom. Having this much control, and for Freed, surrendering all bodily control … this was a powerful display of trust.
In his past, Laxus had hated suspension. He had learned it only because it was so popular, many clients wanted to try it at least once, and some had a real fetish for being tied up. However, he knew this was not something he would do with his father, so he hated having to do it at all. Especially the knot work. That involved touching skin, and if he could avoid it at all, Laxus would refuse to touch clients without at least wearing gloves.
Maybe that was why he wanted to try it now with Freed. He knew this was an act he would never do with his father, which gave it that layer of safety. He had read about true torturous ways of suspension, involving body piercings or even meat hooks inserted into the skin. Now, that was something he might do to his father, but this … such delicate knots, the smoothness of the lines of rope, the safety that had to go into the various harnesses—his father did not deserve this sort of attention to detail. This was an act of consideration all on its own, which was why he hated to do it with clients. It meant giving a shit for their safety … although sometimes he dropped clients to the ground on purpose, especially if they were fat.
Doing this and truly wanting it to be a glorious act of utmost trust … that was something he could only share with one man: Freed.
"God, I gotta take a picture of you. Look at you," he said in admiration. "Your hair hanging down." He combed through the hair that now fell into a pile on the floor. "Your nipples being pulled to your chin." He tapped the weighted balls, and Freed groaned as they swung. "But look! I let your cock hang in the right direction." His finger circled around the head of the penis sticking out of the leather sheath, and Freed gasped at just that faint touch. Laxus laughed at the erotic blush on his cheeks. "Oooh yeah, I'm gonna take some nice pictures."
Freed felt humiliated. Pictures? Like this? He could not see himself, so part of him was curious. How did he look? He felt perverted for being so interested, though. He loved looking at shibari photography online. Now, he was a model for it, tied up, fully suspended, just like the pictures he had browsed.
Laxus found Freed's phone, since it had the better camera. He purposely turned on the sound effect so Freed could hear each snap. He took picture after picture, closeups of his nipples being tugged, the weight pulling at the cock sheath, his hair flowing to the floor, how deeply the ropes were biting into his shoulders, far away shots as well of the whole rigging, all the way around, the knots in front, on the sides, and the back, partly to show Freed the intricacy but also as a reminder for himself. This rigging worked really well, so he wanted to make notes on it and try it again some day. Then he even took a selfie with Freed dangling in the background. He took pictures in the mirror to show himself standing beside Freed, like showcasing a giant fish he had pulled out of the ocean.
He teased Freed as he took the pictures, commenting to increase the humiliation. "You're gonna like these shots. You're gonna really love this one. Look at that erotic face you're making. You can never have too many dick pics. So damn sexy. God, look at you."
Freed felt himself slowly twisting with the ropes, and although he was far away from reality, he realized he was having slight trouble. "Laxus … getting … dizzy."
Laxus stopped taking pictures. "You know how to end it." He sent all the photos to his email to be safe, then set the phone aside. He had forgotten that Freed was not used to this. He should not be tied up for long. He needed to finish up before he passed out. "Are you okay for now?"
"Yeah … I … I'm … gu- … good. I-I'm good."
"Okay." Laxus touched the top of Freed's upside down head. "Because I'm about to get rough."
"Huh?" he cried out. Rough? This wasn't enough?
"Well, you see, you're hanging at just the right height, and my cock…" He pulled Freed's head forward until his lips pressed against the tip of his arousal. "…never got the proper attention."
A blow job, upside down? Freed smiled, glad that finally he could pleasure Laxus in return.
Laxus rubbed his thumb over Freed's mouth. "Open up wide … bitch."
Freed shivered and licked his lips. "Yes, Master."
His mouth opened obediently, and Laxus yanked him forward. Freed could do nothing but hang there and accept it. The angle was bizarre, and yet he had no way of adjusting. He could only keep his mouth open, his throat loose, and take that cock however Laxus wanted it.
"Good," Laxus moaned, thrusting into his mouth and feeling the sheer power he had over this man. "You see, when you're like this, I can control where your head is." He pulled Freed in harder, ramming in deep until he heard him choke and felt the tightness of his throat. Laxus sneered sadistically as he pulled Freed all the way against him and held himself there, with Freed's neck thick from his cock thrust inside. "Plus, I think I fit down your throat better this way. Don't I, you little cocksucker?"
Freed could not breathe with that massive thickness blocking his air. He struggled, but he could not pull back. He was already lightheaded, and the lack of air was making him edge toward blackness. When he realized he truly could not take more, he groaned around the cock lodged in his throat, one long choking noise, three shorter grunts. Instantly, Laxus pulled all the way back, and Freed took a long, deep gasp for oxygen. His throat felt bruised already, and no amount of gasping would stop his head from spinning.
"Good," Laxus decided. Once again, he had been cruel just to make sure Freed could recall the safeword even this deep in subspace. He wiped some drool off his face that was sliding along the cheek toward the hairline. "Are you okay?" he asked, just to be sure.
"Uh-huh!" Freed groaned. His mouth stayed open, wanting more. God, he wanted that cock! If he knew where it was, he would have lunged for it.
"Oh?" Laxus asked slyly. "You want more? You're really a slut for punishment, aren't you?"
God, yes! Punish him. For walking out that door, for leaving him, Freed wanted to be hung upside down and choked with Laxus' cock until he passed out.
"Fuck, you're too sexy," grumbled Laxus. He grabbed Freed's dangling head and thrust in, not as deep as before. He was really in need to come now. Freed was incredible, erotic, and fuck just having him want him this desperately, drooling and craving his cock so much, was overwhelming. So Laxus held his head still and face-fucked that mouth, moving his hips so Freed would not sway too much on the ropes.
"Oooh yeah," he shuddered. "Yeah, suck it. God … damn!"
Freed had a strong suction on him, and when Laxus did go deeper, it was like his throat kept opening, wanting him to go deep again. Laxus pushed in and felt himself slide into that narrow throat, but he did not hold there long.
"Fuck!" he gasped. He did it again, feeling that tightness. "Oh God, you are one good cocksucker." He knew he was getting close, so he kept to shorter, faster thrusts. "You got a sassy mouth on you, bitch. Gonna fuck that mouth," he snarled, pounding in. "Gonna fuck it hard, make you take it. Gonna … fuckin' … fuck!"
Laxus threw his head back as he came, clenching Freed's hair. He felt Freed's tongue rubbing, doing his best to give him the most pleasure he could. Damn, so good! He felt himself spilling out and heard Freed gargle a little. Was he having trouble swallowing? Was he trying to spit it out? Fuck that.
"Nope, you're gonna swallow it!" He yanked out and grabbed Freed's face, forcefully clamping his chin up and covering his mouth, grinning cruelly as he struggled. "Drink it down, bitch."
Freed obviously tried, but suddenly he tensed up. His face turned purple, his chest went into spasms, and in a moment of panic Laxus realized his mistake. Some people simply could not swallow upside down. Freed was choking!
"Shit! Freed!" Laxus grabbed him up into his arms and yanked his whole body up, curling him into a sitting position. He yanked the eye cover off, pulled Freed's hair out of the way, and smacked him on the back. "Spit it out, now."
Freed let out a loud cough, and semen splattered out. He kept coughing, and the real fear of choking to death had him in tears. However, Laxus' chest was right behind him, and his arms held him up. One hand patted Freed's chest, hoping to help. Laxus was glad Freed kept his eyes shut against the sudden return of light, that way he could not see the terror in his face.
Goddamn, that had been stupid. If Freed was struggling to swallow, the last thing he should have done was try to force him.
"Can't … can't swallow … upside down," Freed said between hard breaths.
"Yeah, now we know," Laxus said, keeping his voice low and calm, although he had nearly had a heart attack hearing Freed choking. He rubbed Freed's chest and wiped aside splatters of spit and cum. "Better?"
"Hold me." Freed still felt that real fear, not erotic, but honest terror.
Laxus shifted him up a little more so Freed could rest his cheek against the crook of his neck. "I gotcha," he said, holding him with one hand and stroking Freed's head to lean into his shoulder.
"Hold me," Freed repeated, lost and needing to know Laxus was there.
He began to kiss Freed's face, soothingly stroking his body. "You're safe. I've got you. You're safe now," he repeated, peppering him with kisses. "You're safe."
Freed's realized the blinder was gone. He could see only Laxus' neck, though. As he calmed down, he nuzzled Laxus' skin, smelled the sweat, and listened to his breaths. He sank into that endearing embrace and smiled to himself.
"I liked that."
Laxus jolted. "You did?"
"Mmmh," he hummed in pleasure. He raised his head and smiled with gleaming eyes to show he really had enjoyed himself. However, another cough shook his lungs. "I just can't swallow upside down," he said with a slight shrug.
"I'll never make you do that again," Laxus swore, and he kissed Freed's lips to seal that promise. "Are you okay?"
"Y- … yeah?" He laughed and snuggled in again. "Just a minute."
Laxus kept holding him, stroking Freed's head and kissing anywhere his lips could reach. Freed loved this tenderness, but he sensed there was more to come. For one, he somehow had to get down from all this. He also reasoned that Laxus would not go through the trouble of tying him up just for a blow job. He must have more planned.
And he wanted more!
He was erect, he needed to come, and Laxus knew that. How would he continue to pleasure him?
"I'm good now," he assured. "Can … can you angle me so I can see in the mirror?"
Laxus nodded, and gently he let Freed down. He hissed as the ropes dug in once again, but the burning was familiar now.
"You okay?"
"Y-yeah."
Freed steadied his breathing. When his eyes opened, he saw the mirror, saw himself appearing to be upright with the rest of the world the wrong way. He saw how his hair tumbled to the floor, how the ropes secured him to a metal ring, and he saw Laxus' nude body. It was an incredible sight, and he realized he was giving Laxus one hell of a show.
Laxus glanced at the mirror as well. He wanted Freed to see himself, that glorious body of his tied up, his very own Christmas present all decked out. He shifted behind him, kissing Freed's legs, along the back of the thighs, watching their reflections as he moved down, lips gliding over his skin. He laid a peck on one butt cheek, then on the other, and then he moved his face to half-hide behind the bound legs so Freed would not see him bare his teeth. Then he bit down on Freed's thigh.
He gasped and screamed at the pain. Then Freed felt another bite on the other thigh, and he whimpered as the teeth sank in.
"Oh yeah, that'll leave marks," Laxus said in amusement. His eyes flicked up to the mirror. "Good show, ain't it!"
Freed could not speak. The reflection showed him how helpless he was, but it was also mesmerizing.
"It's gonna get better," Laxus said darkly.
His hand yanked back, and he spanked Freed, sending him swinging on the ropes. Freed moaned with pleasure, but the rocking movement scared him slightly. He slammed his eyes shut as the world swung one way, then another.
Another crack filled the air, and his ass stung. Freed cried out, but this was a pain he knew so well. His cock was hard, twitching as the dangling weight reinforced the swinging movements. He craved more. More!
Laxus slapped his ass again. Already, the skin was turning pink. Freed never liked truly harsh spankings, but Laxus wondered how hard he could push him when he was already this far gone.
He slapped much harder, sending Freed spinning, but Laxus grabbed his legs. That was fun, but also it would be annoying to untangle later. He held a part of the hip harness and smacked Freed, much harder than their usual spankings. Freed cried out, but Laxus heard a soft, desirous "Yesss!"
"Fuck," he growled. He spanked the cheek. "Fuck!" He smacked harder. As he watched the skin color more and heard Freed's erotic moans, already he was getting hard, wanting him again. "So good." He smacked him again and watched his butt jiggle. "Goddamn you for being so good!" He smacked him hard and let Freed twirl on the rope. "Fuck!"
Freed was spinning out of control now, eyes shut because he knew he would get sick if he could see. He thought he heard feet stomping away, yet then his rope twirled him the other direction, and Freed lost his ability to visualize the world around him. He panted as his ass stung. The ropes were hurting. He would need to end this soon, he could tell already, so he wanted to know what came next.
He could not hear, though. Where was Laxus?
His swaying gradually stopped. He rocked a little on the ropes, but otherwise he just hung there for a solid minute.
"Laxus?" he called out, but he heard nothing. "Now where are you?" he said in annoyance. He listened, but heard nothing. "I'm okay, really."
"I'm admiring you," came a distant voice.
Freed opened his eyes again. It was hard to tell anything hanging like this, but he saw Laxus off by the dresser. Apparently, he had been getting one last thing, something in his hand which Freed could not make out hanging like this, but now Laxus was simply gazing at him.
Laxus knew this would end soon. Being suspended for this long could cause health problems. Still, he felt overwhelmed. He needed to calm himself before he acted too aggressive and truly hurt Freed.
"God, I'm so lucky." He walked forward, knelt in front of Freed, and looked right into his eyes. "So damn lucky. You're perfect. The best slave … no…" He stroked Freed's hair with tender compassion in his blue eyes. "The best lover a man could want."
Freed's mouth dropped, but Laxus surged in to kiss him. It felt so weird, kissing like this, and it made both of them smile.
Laxus looked straight into Freed's eyes. "This is the end. It'll be heaven and hell. You're going to hurt like never before, and I'm gonna fuck you 'til you come in an ecstasy you've never known up to this point."
Freed felt weary now, hanging for so long. He nodded passively. He had made it this far, so he could take anything. "I'll tell you if it's too much."
"No," Laxus said, his brow furrowed in worry. "This isn't something I can stop."
Freed flinched. What did he mean by that? Laxus sounded worried, too.
Of course! Coming down off the ropes. Freed had read on one of the shibari websites he liked that being untied often hurt far more than being tied up. Laxus' face showed that already he was concerned. Freed felt he had to be the brave one now. He had to bear it, if only to put Laxus' fears at rest.
Laxus' hand rubbed over Freed's cheek. "I can't stop the next part, but I can hold you through it."
Freed closed his eyes. If he cracked, Laxus would hold him so he did not break. "It's what I expect of my master. I know you'll protect me."
That trust and confidence pierced Laxus' heart again. He kissed Freed, loving him with such intensity.
"But don't blame me," Laxus said with a sadistic smirk, "if I take great pleasure in listening to you scream."
He stood, yanked the rigging, and dropped Freed's legs. He yelped as he went parallel to the ground again, and the rush of blood to his head stopped, leaving him disoriented. Then he began to fall. Falling, lower, into hell itself. He felt the ground, first with his torso, then legs, then his chest and head softly landed down.
As soon as that tension was gone, fresh pain set in. The skin where the ropes had dug in protested and burned anew. Freed began to cry, and he sank deeper into the pain as his body convulsed.
"We need new rope anyway," Laxus muttered, pulling out medical sheers he had ready. He cut through the bonds, letting the ropes fall aside, releasing his angel from his cocoon.
As Freed felt the ropes separate and free him, his body reacted in a powerful way. He screamed as he felt like he was expanding far beyond his corporeal limits, tearing free from flesh and bone. His mind that had been compacted into a tight and tiny place of darkness surged outward. He lost all sense of what he was as the pain of release and the joy of freedom battled in his mind.
Freed kept shouting, and Laxus was pretty sure he was far gone. He untied the cock sheath, desperate to stroke him, hard again as he listened to Freed's howls and watched him convulse. He had put a condom on and lubed up while at the dresser, but now he felt like he could not hold back. He rubbed lube onto Freed, fingered his ass briefly, but the screams were too much. With a sneer, he grabbed Freed up.
"I'm going in," he warned, then eased him down onto his cock.
Freed felt a fullness in his expanding body, and arms around him trying to hold him together as everything felt light, gaseous. He could not think at all. Even if he could have used a safeword to end this pain, logic no longer worked. He was a being of flesh and nerves, nothing more. In that moment, the pleasure was a spark in the dark, a beacon leading home to reality. He felt the pleasure in his ass and the kisses mixed with bites on his shoulder and neck.
"L-Lax-…"
As soon as he heard Freed gaining control, Laxus released the nipple clamps, and his body arched again with a shriek.
It hurt! So much! So horribly! But Freed knew there was no easy way to release clamps like this. The pain of release was ten times worse than the pain of the biting clamp. He could only scream and handle the burning agony.
"Oh damn," Laxus groaned, fucking Freed's ass harder. "So good!"
Laxus bit into Freed's neck as he forced his hips up and down. He was about to blow, but he wanted to feel Freed's reaction once more. He clawed sharply down the pink lines on his back, making Freed shriek with pain over the tender, swollen skin. As soon as Freed tensed and howled with renewed pain, Laxus lost control. He slammed in hard and came again, crushing Freed into a hug.
"Fuck … oooh fuck!"
Damn, he wanted him. He wanted all of him. He wanted to see him smile and listen to him sob. He wanted to protect him and to make him beg for mercy. He wanted his trust and his love, but also his obedience and to be feared. He wanted it all, everything Freed had to give, and he would give Freed all he had in return. Everything! His love, his life. Everything.
"Nnngh! M- … Mas- … ca- … mo- … need … nngh!"
Laxus looked up in weariness, still trying to catch his breath, but he realized Freed was about to come. He just needed a touch, permission to release. Kissing one of the scratch marks, Laxus reached around Freed's body and stroked him, firm and fast.
"Now," he ordered.
That was all it took. Freed's body arched up like an angel returning to heaven after smiting the demons of hell. With a shivering cry, he shot out hard, splattering over the floor and dripping down Laxus' fingers. Almost instantly after that climax, he sank backward.
"I've got you," Laxus assured, wrapping him up in his arms. He kissed Freed all over as he clutched him.
"I … guh … da- … c-ca-…"
"I know," Laxus whispered, unable to stop kissing his neck. Freed was far gone, beyond any level he had yet to experience. Returning would take a while, and until he did, speech was lost to his mind. "I'm here. I gotcha. Enjoy it."
Enjoy it! Freed stopped trying to swim to the surface. He let the waves of pain and pleasure sweep over him. He gave up trying to sit on his own and went limp. Laxus held him up. When Freed leaned back, that broad chest was right there for him.
"I've got you," Laxus told him again.
Laxus had him, and he had Laxus.
This was how it should always be.
Freed had no idea how long he sat there. It felt like hours, days, lost in a world of his own, here with Laxus. As he calmed down, he turned his head up, wanting to see the face of his lover. Those electric blue eyes he loved so much gazed down at him.
Laxus grabbed Freed's cheek, and his eyes said what no language could convey, this deep love that went beyond sex or kinks or anything … this bond of trust that was so much stronger than fickle emotions.
They both leaned in and kissed. Their lips pressed together, not even moving, just holding that simple kiss as their bodies recovered. When finally Laxus pulled back and saw those turquoise eyes with their thick lashes wet from tears, yet gleaming with adoration, he knew something deep in his soul.
He wanted this man. Forever!
"That … was incredible."
Freed smiled, but he merely laid back onto Laxus' chest.
"Are you feeling okay?"
Always so thoughtful. "Yeah … I … think … m-my … heh … y-yeah," he said, unable to speak clearly.
"You still with me?"
"Yeeeeah … I … I'm … can't…" Speech was not back yet. He was still floating to the surface.
"I get it," Laxus said, petting his hair and amused at making this brilliant man a mumbling mess. He began to rub over some of the compression lines on Freed's arm.
"Ah-owww!"
"Just getting circulation back into you," he explained.
It hurt, but Freed sank into Laxus' chest. He simply needed to put up with it as he was gradually reminded about the limits of his body. He was no longer expanding, but shrinking back into the confines of skin and bones.
"There we go. Hey, you don't look so bad. No burn lines, that's a shocker considering how you were wiggling around. Might even be healed up by Monday."
"Mmh … that's … good … guess…" Freed felt sleep falling over him.
"Shh." Laxus kissed Freed's forehead. "Don't think about it yet. Enjoy where you are."
Where he was! "With you."
Not just in subspace; that was nice, but what made Freed feel so warm was who was here with him, holding him, protecting him. Master was here, and he could count on Master to keep him safe.
"That's right," Laxus whispered, laying kisses over Freed's brow. "Here with me."
He smiled sleepily and hummed with contentment. "Always."
Laxus jolted. Did Freed mean that? Maybe it was a subconscious thought. Did that mean, just how he wanted Freed forever, he felt the same way? Hell, Laxus had even asked Llewellyn for his blessing. Was Freed thinking about that sort of commitment, too?
He sure hoped so. Maybe it was bad timing now, but in the future … some day.
"Always," Laxus whispered, and he gave Freed a kiss on the lips.
Always, he wanted him. Only him! Forever, he wanted to protect him and make him smile. No matter the storms, Freed was his shining light. No matter the darkness, Laxus would blast away everything that stood in Freed's way. Together, there was no stopping them.
Laxus wrapped his arms around Freed's body, stroking him possessively and endearingly.
Always. Forever. Only you!
Next Chapter: "For Storm or Shine"
A/N: Recommended listening: Janet Jackson's "Rope Burn."
Audio Drama (my poor cat freaked out when I was making Freed's choking noises. I had to pause the recording and reassure him I was fine): http://chirb.it/KLAIAI
I made a conscientious decision NOT to describe the precise rope technique Laxus uses, mostly because full-body suspension, especially upside down, is VERY dangerous and should never be attempted by amateurs. You can break the sub's neck or cause permanent nerve damage.
Note that Laxus does some key things. He closely examines Freed's body beforehand and all through the process, feeling areas, making adjustments. For rope suspension, the rope handler has to be aware of the placement of nerves on the sub's body to avoid nerve damage. A bit of knowledge in anatomy is necessary to guarantee safety. Types of rope, thickness, material, braiding, durability, working load, tensile strength, etc., must all be taken into consideration. Thin rope can cause scarring, thick rope might slip, some materials will not hold up the weight of a human body. Never use cotton rope for suspension, but cotton works well for people with sensitive skin who don't want suspension. Even health issues have to be taken into consideration. Diabetes, asthma, joint problems, hypermobility, arthritis, and fibromyalgia can all play roles in what should and should not be attempted.
Remember, Laxus knows this room, he knows the quality of these particular ropes, he has done this to Llewellyn (let's just all agree not to mentally picture that), and he has a lot of experience. He knows what to do and how to keep it safe. He knows Freed and how to work with him. What I'm trying to say is...
Do not try this at home, kids!
Websites to learn more about BDSM rope techniques:
http://www.theduchy.com
http://twistedmonk.com
http://www.ropeconnections.com
http://www.hikarikesho.com/eng/shibari.php
http://www.erinhoudini.com/rope-bondage-types.html
http://www.kinkfriendly.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/kinkfriendly_org_rope_101_compressed.pdf
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