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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17785 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 60
Pet Training
Freed laid on the rug, not comfortable at all, through one half-hour episode of Golden Girls. Then another episode came on, and another. The morning slipped away, and Laxus seemed content to watch television all day, much to Freed's annoyance and boredom.
Laxus got up at some point to make a sandwich for himself and a protein shake that Freed could sip with a straw through the muzzle. "Eat up, pet," was all he said as he placed the drink down. They had their lunch in silence, only occasional chuckles from Laxus at the antics of the elderly women on television.
Freed began to wonder if Laxus was purposely not talking to him. Maybe this was also part of the punishment. Laxus could go through a day without needing him. He had done well on his own before, he would be fine on his own in the future. It stung deep inside. Freed felt like he would be utterly lost without Laxus, yet maybe that was just his own weakness. Laxus was strong enough to not need Freed's constant presence.
After finishing his meager lunch, he shifted around, wishing he had a pillow under him. Sitting on the floor for this long seriously hurt his hips, but if he sat wrong, the butt plug with a cat's tail pressed in weirdly.
Just as he was trying to get comfortable, his ass vibrated. It surprised him so strongly, Freed leaped up and tried to scream. Laxus had his phone out and a sadistic smile on his face.
"Did something spook my pet?" he asked innocently.
Boredom, worries, and discomfort were gone instantly. Freed's heart raced as he realized Laxus could turn that butt plug vibrator on and off whenever he wanted, right from his cellphone.
"Sit back down. I wanna watch my show."
Freed gulped and slowly settled back onto the rug. He had almost become accustomed to all the pet gear, but suddenly he was aware again of everything he was wearing, from the muzzle and furry cat ears down to the puffy paws and fluffy tail butt plug.
"Do you like this show?"
Freed wondered why Laxus would ask when his mouth was strapped shut.
"Wave your tail if you like it."
He knew this was a trick. It had to be. If he waved his tail…
Laxus did not wait. Freed felt vibrations buzzing right against his prostate, and he stiffened in near painful pleasure. Immediately, it was off again, leaving him breathless.
"Ah, you like it, huh? Do you like your little toy?"
Freed was still recovering, so when he hesitated, Laxus clicked his phone again, and Freed jolted at the buzzing pleasure.
"Such a hassle, training a new pet to wag. Let's try it again. Am I your favorite master?"
This time, Freed did not hesitate. He stuck his ass up and wagged it, feeling the tail flop back and forth.
"Look at that! They say cats can't be taught, but my kitty is rather smart. Aren't you, pet?"
Freed whimpered and wagged his tail again.
"So good. Come here. Let me pet you."
Freed eagerly rushed to his side and laid his head in Laxus' lap. His chest still heaved with shock, but when Laxus' huge hand landed on his head and stroked his hair down, Freed honestly purred.
"Shit, that's adorable," Laxus muttered, feeling his heart race. He gulped hard and forced himself back into a domineering voice. "Who's a good kitty?"
Freed lifted his eyes and tried to smile through the binding face harness. He wagged his tail as best as he could.
Laxus patted the green head. "Yes, you are. You're a good kitty."
Deep inside his soul, Freed felt something cracking. Yesterday, he had been a bad pet, or a descent fuck, just mediocre, needing to be chastised and trained. Today, he was a good kitty. That meant Laxus was slowly forgiving him. Tears beaded up in his eyes. He wanted to be good. He wanted Laxus to trust him, forgive him, and want him as more than just some pet.
"Crawl up between my legs. Let me look at you."
Laxus spread his thighs, and Freed maneuvered around to be between his knees. He felt heat radiating from those muscular legs, and he saw a bulge in Laxus pants. He sincerely hoped Laxus wanted him to do something about it.
"Look at me."
Freed gladly looked up, but right then his ass vibrated again. He gasped and sank down.
Laxus grabbed him by the throat, just enough to force his chin up. "Look at me!"
Freed squirmed as the buzzing did not stop. He tried to look at Laxus, but he felt humiliated under that intense blue stare. His eyes kept squeezing shut as pleasure buzzed through him and his cock strained against the confines of the metal cage.
"Eyes up!" shouted Laxus.
Freed whined as he strained to keep his gaze. It felt too good, Laxus was too domineering, the whole thing was becoming too intense.
Just then, Freed felt liquid dripping down his thighs. He gasped in shock and looked down to see warm, white liquid slithering down. Laxus looked as well.
"Are you letting my cum leak out your ass?"
Shit! He had forgotten it was even in there, stopped up with the butt plug. As his ass was too enthralled with the vibrator, he had forgotten to hold it back.
The buzzing stopped, Laxus released Freed's throat, and he collapsed limply to the rug. Laxus leaned over and removed the puffy paws and kneepads.
"Go to the bathroom, remove the tail, take a shit, clean yourself up, and add more lube. Then come back with the plug washed up and wrapped in a clean washcloth. Bring lube with you as well. You have ten minutes."
Freed's legs were wobbly as he stood and tried to walk to the bathroom with cum slipping down his legs. At least Laxus did not use the vibrator on him while he made the slow trip. Inside the bathroom, he pulled the plug out and immediately had to sit on the toilet as Laxus' cum was finally released. He took care of everything he needed, washed himself and disinfected the butt plug, and finally returned to the couch. He presented the tail to Laxus like a cat offering a catch.
"Good kitty. Let's get your paws back on, but you can sit on the couch now. Your hips look a little pink from the rug."
He had noticed!
"Do you need some hot tea?"
Freed shook his head. He was good for now, and he knew something was about to happen. Laxus wanted him ready, and without his ass blocked by the plug. He was definitely planning something, and Freed was eager to find out.
"I'm sick of watching old ladies. Is it good with you if I watch something else?"
Freed nodded, not really caring what he watched. He just liked that Laxus was letting him sit by his side.
However, as soon as the thumping music started, Freed's pulse sped up. Laxus was not going to watch a movie. He had put on a porno.
"I hope my pet doesn't mind if I relieve some tension."
Laxus unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Freed stared at it, already hard. Hard because of him.
"I like this one. It's two dudes paddling the hell out of some chick while they make out to her moans. Pretty damn hot. I have to admit, I've thought about doing this. Remember that maid, Virgo? I had a dream about her."
Freed's gaze snapped over with a jealous glare.
"I dreamed that I was whacking her as hard as possible, really beating her ass purple and using a flogger until her back looked like she got into a cat fight, while you sucked on me and licked my ass. Then I threw you on top of her and fucked you, right there, on her whipped and paddled back. It wasn't exactly a threesome, but it was hot as fuck."
Laxus began to stroke himself as he watched the porn video and told Freed about his erotic dream.
"I don't want to go all out like that with you," he told Freed. "Don't wanna blemish that perfect skin, but she likes it. She doesn't want sex, though, just punishment. In my dream, you were so humiliated, being fucked while using her as a table to lie on. You realized, she could feel you being slammed into, feel your back sliding with each of my thrusts, and you were aware of the pain she felt. Your sweat was stinging her wounds, the pressure of your body crushed her down, smashing her breasts, pure torture to her beaten back and ass. And you realized it! You realized she was getting off on just the pain. You were getting her off while being fucked by me."
Freed whimpered. Although he was not all that keen on the idea of a threesome, he had to admit that Laxus' erotic fantasy was hot. Then he watched the video, the two men taking turns on the woman in bondage, striking her with floggers, paddles, dripping wax on her, and with each cry from her, they would increase their making out, kissing and groping one another. They would torment her a little more until she sobbed, and that would turn the two men on, until just like Laxus said, one laid over the woman, using her like a table, while the other man rammed into him.
"Fuck … get up here."
Laxus yanked Freed onto his lap, held himself steady, and slid into Freed's ass. Freed moaned as Laxus used him to get off. He watched the two men, camera closeups of the thick cock sliding into the tight ass, and he felt the same pleasure thrusting into him. He wanted to touch himself, but his dick was caged. All he could do was sit on Laxus' lap and watch the erotic scene.
Since Laxus had already been jerking himself, he came in no time at all, shooting inside Freed with a grunt. Then he pulled off, picked up the butt plug, lubed it up, and put it in.
"Keep it inside this time," he ordered as he wiped his dick clean with the washcloth. "My bred little bitch needs to keep that seed inside."
Bred! He blushed with mortification at that.
Laxus plopped Freed right back onto the couch, where the cushion slammed the plug in tighter. Freed groaned, rolled off, and preferred to lie on his side on the rug. At least there, if he leaked out again, he could easily wash the rug. Washing the couch would be a bigger challenge.
Laxus set up the next movie, and again it was two naked men with a woman. Freed wondered if this was Laxus' preference. He was bisexual, after all. Maybe he really liked to also imagine women.
While Laxus watched the porn, Freed tried to catch his breath. His cock ached so badly now, pulling at the cock cage wrapped around his balls, swollen and needing to be released. He knew Laxus would not let him, though. He was just a thing to be used at will, a hole to be filled … and he shivered in ecstasy.
Laxus was using him. He could have just stroked himself off, but he preferred Freed's ass. He preferred him.
The next porn played and ended with the typical cumshot, yet Laxus merely watched it. Then another, and this one was pure bondage, watching a girl getting tied up and suspended. Laxus watched that one with analytical fascination.
"We should do that again. That was fun. Did you like it?"
Freed grunted, feeling emotionally stretched.
"How quickly my pet forgets our lessons." Laxus tapped his phone, and Freed felt the butt plug vibrating. "Ass up! Did you like it?"
Freed stuck his butt up and wagged the tail. Only then did the buzzing stop, and his body collapsed back weakly.
"There we go. My pet learns quickly. I think I wanna watch another. There's this other one I like."
Freed did not even bother to look. He was painfully aroused, and any extra stimulation might push him over the brink. Still, he peeked over as Laxus added some lube to his hand and began to stroke himself once again.
"Fuck, this is a good one. You're not even looking."
Freed's brain was in a fog, but then he heard a clear voice.
"Nngh! Laxus!"
He looked around at the television in a jolt and saw a sex tape of himself and Laxus. Freed gasped as he watched. He did not recognize this, and he did not recall Laxus setting a camera up to the side like this. Had he made this sex tape in secret? Just how many times had he videotaped them and never told Freed he was on camera?
"Fuck yes, best porn ever. Don't you think so?"
Freed was transfixed by the sight of himself on the bed, legs up in the air, while Laxus' muscular hips flexed as he slid in and out. He watched that cock he loved so much, sliding into him! It made him ache.
"Don't you think so?" Laxus asked louder.
Freed was startled. Oh, a question! Right, he needed to reply. He stuck his ass up again, but this time Laxus dropped to his knees and yanked the butt plug right out.
"My pet is slow."
He pulled Freed's hips to him and slammed in where the plug had kept Freed open. Laxus thrust in, and his grunts seemed to echo the lusty noises on the television.
"Watch it!" Laxus grabbed the facial harness to pull Freed's head up until his eyes were sure to see the screen. "That right there is a good slave. You wanna be my slave again one day, right? You … nngh … need to earn the right to be my slave. My pet … nngh … should mimic that good slave."
Freed sobbed as Laxus pounded into him. He wanted it! He wanted to please Laxus and serve him. He wanted to spoil him and give him all of himself.
"That's right, watch that slave. Look how sexy he is. Mimic what he does. He's a good slave and a good fuck. He's the best fuck. You can be a good slave, but first you've gotta be a good pet and learn to be a good fuck. Are you gonna be a good fuck and pleasure me?"
Freed moaned and shivered.
"Shake that ass. Show me."
Freed wiggled back and forth.
"Other way. Shake it into me. Fuck yourself back onto my dick."
Freed pressed back. He felt that Laxus had stopped moving, staying there on his knees, waiting for Freed to pleasure him. So he did the motion on his own. He pressed back, sliding his ass up and down that massive cock.
"Faster. You need to be a good fuck to be a good pet."
With determination, he moved his hips faster and pressed in deep every time. It felt so good, his caged cock was in agony, wanting to expand, wanting to be touched. He could have cum even without that, but Freed purposely held back. He needed permission, although it was torture to hold back himself while pleasuring Laxus like this.
"Not bad, but not enough."
Laxus clutched Freed's hips and really slammed in hard. Freed howled at the roughness and felt his cock dripping, truly ready to burst despite being caged up. Laxus snarled as his thrusts sped up frantically.
"This is how I want it, got it? Give it to me as much as I give it to you." He sneered as if annoyed. "Gonna teach you to fuck all over again. Gonna fuck you into being my perfect slave. Gonna fuck you until you learn who's master."
Freed wanted to groan, "You are," but his jaw was locked in place. He could do nothing but moan and hum as he listened to Laxus' words turning gritty and felt his fingers digging in deep enough to leave bruises. He could feel in the urgent speed of his hips and the raspy breaths, Laxus was almost there, and Freed pressed back harder to urge him to finish.
"Train you … good pet … God, you … fuck!"
Freed felt pulses as Laxus came again. His own cock dripped, burning and aching with agonizing need. However, he knew he could not complain nor beg for fulfillment. This was his punishment, to be denied.
Laxus suddenly grabbed him and nearly crushed his chest in a massive hug.
"I need you as a slave, Freed. Damn, I need you back."
A tear dripped down Freed's cheek. He wanted to obey, fully and utterly, so Laxus could have him back in his rightful position.
Laxus timed pulling out and pressing the tail plug back in, then pressed Freed's butt cheeks together to show him to hold it in there.
"Bred three times today. My kitty will definitely get pregnant now."
Freed swung a glare at him. Screw him and his idea of getting pregnant!
Laxus wiped his sweaty brow and leaned back. "Sometimes, I wish it worked that way."
Freed froze. Wait, what? He wished … breeding … pregnant … worked that way? What the hell?
"Shut up. Dammit, you don't even need to speak, I can see it all over your face, so just shut up. I'm talking stupid now, so ignore that."
Still … he wanted … a family? With Freed?
Laxus stood and looked down at his messy dick. "I need to clean up. I don't want my pet to get bored, though. Keep watching that video, and here." He turned on the vibrator again, and Freed gasped hard. "Don't come! If you make a mess on the rug, the catheter goes back in."
Then Laxus left Freed squirming all over the rug as he marched to the bathroom. He needed another timeout for himself. Freed was insatiable, his endurance was exhausting, and Laxus needed a break. Plus he liked the idea of leaving Freed with that vibrator going and how he would handle it on his own. Damn, he should have put a video camera up so he could watch it later, watch him squirm and tremble, maybe even come untouched from just the prostate massage.
He seriously needed a rest. He turned on the shower and groaned. Laxus was truly exhausted now, and the hot water felt good on muscles that had been tense from holding back for that long.
Tormenting Freed in little ways and reducing him to almost nothing, even separating the Slave Freed from the Pet Freed to show that he needed to return to Laxus' good graces, was all so enthralling. Everything about this weekend had been opening Laxus' mind up to new possibilities. He wondered how much more Freed could endure. He wanted to truly wear that insatiable man out until he begged to stop.
However, Laxus felt that he would need to stop before Freed would succumb. Freed truly was too much, and it made Laxus feel proud. As the shower sprayed down and washed away the sweat and semen, Laxus chuckled to himself.
He had the best boyfriend ever. God, he loved him!
Laxus was not sure how long he stayed in the shower, but the water had begun to go cold again. He went back into the living room with a towel wrapped around his hips, and he saw Freed curled on the rug. However, he was not moaning, not even moving, and he had turned sickly pale.
"Freed!" Laxus raced forward, but his boyfriend did not respond. When he touched his shoulder, Freed flopped over, limp and unconscious. "Freed? Freed!" He wasn't moving, and Laxus began to panic. "Oh fuck."
Laxus felt for a pulse. At least that was okay. He leaned over to listen for air. Freed was breathing, just not conscious.
He had no idea what went wrong, but a million terrors flashed through his mind. If Freed had been humming the safeword earlier, Laxus would not have been able to hear it in the shower. He had walked out of a scene with no way to know if Freed needed it to stop.
I never should've left him. Shit!
He immediately yanked the vibrator out, fearing that might be part of the problem. The cum that had been held in dribbled out onto the rug under Freed's limp body.
"Freed?" He tried to massage circulation back into Freed's chilled limbs. What the hell was he supposed to do? His mind could no longer think, overwhelmed with dread. Not knowing what else to do, Laxus softly patted Freed's pale cheeks. "Come on, babe, wake up. Wake up!" He patted his cheeks more, desperate to wake him. When that did not work, he slapped Freed's chest. "Fuck. Fuck, what happened? What's wrong?"
Laxus looked around. Where the hell was his phone? He needed to call an ambulance. This was a disaster. What the hell happened while he was in the shower? His precious pet, his one and only slave … fuck all that. The man he loved more than anything in the world was now unconscious, all because of him, and he had no idea what to do.
Phone! An ambulance.
But if he called an ambulance and Freed looked like this, with bruises, scratches, marks all over him, police might think Laxus was abusive and beat Freed into unconsciousness. They both would have to explain everything. Their secret would be out.
FUCK! What do I do? Where the hell is my phone?
Then Laxus heard a moan. He looked down with hope and dread. Freed slowly opened his eyes, but he immediately tensed up and howled in pain.
"What is it?" he cried out in terror. Then Laxus realized Freed could not speak with the muzzle on. He unstrapped the harness and rubbed out the pink lines where the leather straps had dug in slightly. "Freed, can you hear me?"
"C- … ca- …"
"Cold?" Laxus swooped him up into his arms and carried him to the bedroom. He began to cover Freed up in blanket, but Freed whimpered when the cloth went over him. Laxus yanked it back and saw Freed had both hands down at his groin.
"Ca- … can't … hold back. Hurts. Too much. Dizzy."
"Hold back?" Then Laxus realized what he meant. "You held back coming until you actually fainted? Sheesh, I don't know whether to be proud of you or angry that you went that far."
"Please … pl- … please." Freed knew the rules were that he could not beg, but he was shattering inside. He could not even remember safewords anymore, he was too far gone.
"Shh." Laxus kissed his clammy forehead. "I'll let you release. Are you okay, though? Do I need to call an ambulance?"
Freed shook his head. "Let me come first. Please."
"Okay, we'll see if that's all you need, but talk to me if you're not doing good."
Laxus removed the cock cage, and Freed shouted in pain as he was finally allowed to spring forth without torturous tugging on his balls. Laxus stroked him gently.
"Ow! Hurts, hurts!"
Laxus changed from his hand to his mouth, trying to be as gentle as possible. Freed's whole body went into instant convulsions, and Laxus already tasted salty bitterness. It was probably all Freed could do to hold back even that long.
"Please, don't … don't stop. Please, let me stay." Freed placed his hands on Laxus' head, pressing him into his groin. "It's warm. Let me stay. So warm."
Laxus gulped down the cum and kept Freed's cock in his mouth as he rubbed out his legs. He listened as Freed's breathing slowly returning to normal. It took a couple of minutes before Freed could speak again.
"All right. I think I'm okay."
Laxus pulled back and worked out stiffness in his jaw from holding Freed's cock there for so long without any movement. He looked down at his beloved boyfriend with sad eyes, furious at himself for pushing Freed that far.
"Playtime is—"
"No!" Freed shouted over him. "I'll be okay. Just … yellow. I need a break, but … but don't end it yet. I like it."
"You fuckin' fainted!" he bellowed.
Freed merely shrugged. "Panted too hard, passed out from hyperventilation. I need a blanket, a drink, and a rest, but I don't want it to end. I'm in a good place." He sighed dreamily; it was like being in clouds. "Such a good place."
Laxus could tell Freed was in subspace, and he was in deep. He could not simply end a scene this intense so suddenly or it could have negative psychological effects. He would have to ease Freed back to normal levels, guide him out of his good place and into reality.
"Man, I hope you don't crash hard from this." He washed Freed up with a wet washcloth, pulled out his favorite fuzzy blanket, and wrapped him up like a burrito. "I wanna watch TV with my wonderful pet."
Freed let out a long, happy hum at hearing that he was still a pet, and not just a good pet. A wonderful one.
Laxus lifted Freed up, blanket and all, and held him in his arms. He cradled him, nuzzled him for a moment, and gently carried Freed back to the couch. He put on Beauty and the Beast. It was Freed's favorite Disney movie, and Laxus figured it would cheer him up, make him feel normal, calm things down. Sure enough, Freed cuddled into him and hummed through almost every song.
Laxus did not watch the movie. He watched Freed. Shit, that had scared him! Freed was incredible, though. His strength and resilience were beyond amazing. Laxus' fingers stroked over him through the blanket, combed through his hair, and grasped him with need. He admired Freed as Laxus also cooled off.
Freed mentioned something about Laxus reminding him of a blond Gaston, and so when his song came on, Laxus leaped up and flexed his muscles in time to the music, making Freed burst into uncontrollable laughter. It made Laxus so happy to see him flushed and chuckling so hard, tears of joy came to his turquoise eyes. Then he returned to the couch and yanked Freed up to him, hugging him close through the rest of the movie.
Next Chapter: "Marking Territory"
A/N: 60 chapters, wohoo yaaaaaaaaay!
"Golden Girls" and "Beauty and the Beast" are owned by their respective creators. I make no money from them. The usage of movie/show titles is legal under Fair Use, Section 107 of the Copyright Act.
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