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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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Chapter 61
Marking Territory
After Beauty and the Beast was over, Laxus was ready to offer again to end the scene. Instead, Freed rolled over to look at him. Laxus held still as Freed stared intensely. He wondered what Freed was thinking, if he was still on a high or if he was crashing, if he needed anything to prevent subdrop, or if those lowered eyelids meant something else. Then Freed slowly leaned over and kissed him, then kissed more, humming as his tongue slid out and his hands glided up Laxus' chest.
Okay, maybe he needed to calm down by gently making out. That happened when in subspace, and Laxus was totally up for it. Their arms wrapped around each other, and Laxus leaned back as Freed became more insistent. It was like being teenagers again, making out on the couch, touching and kissing … pretty damn nice! Then, with the blanket still around him, Freed pressed up against Laxus to show how excited he was.
"Whoa! Seriously?" Laxus asked in surprise. Was he not done?
Rather than a cute kitten, Freed looked like a panther, sleek and lethal. Laxus cursed under his breath as those devilish eyes jolted him straight down to the groin.
"Do you need this gentle, or what?"
Freed purred, "Punished. Just once more."
Laxus groaned. "Oh shit." Seriously, he was insatiable! "Are you sure?"
Freed clawed into that barrel chest as he snarled lustfully, "Tame me … if you can!"
Laxus grunted as Freed slithered his body over his groin once again.
"In that case, I think I need to work the wildness out of my pet. Fetch your leash and ears."
"Meow," Freed said so sensually, Laxus flinched with a leap in his cock that was pressed down tightly in his pants. While Freed went to the bedroom to fetch his gear, Laxus cleaned up the tail butt plug. He ordered Freed to place the ears on, and then Laxus snapped his leash onto the collar. Freed playfully pulling back, and Laxus yanked the leash to force him to come forward. Both smiled at each other, knowing this was probably the last scene of their pet play for the weekend.
"Lean over," Laxus ordered. Freed stuck his ass out and shook it temptingly. Laxus ran his hand over the plump cheeks and spanked them softly. Then, with plenty of lube, he pressed the butt plug back inside. Freed groaned at the pleasure of being filled up again. He gave the tail a shake, but the way it swung rubbed his prostate so perfectly, he had to stop or he would get aroused too much.
"Stand up. Let me see my pet."
Freed faced him, naked with those ears sticking out so cutely. Laxus let his eyes travel down the erotic display and found himself licking his lips. Shit! They seriously needed to do this again one day, because it affected Laxus a lot stronger than he had anticipated.
He wanted more!
"I need to test just how well I've trained my pet." He stroked along Freed's cheek and down his neck, trailing his fingers around the collar until Freed hummed from the touches. "Is my pet ready to be tested?"
Freed's eyes gleamed as they looked up. "Meow."
Laxus left to the hallway closet and came back with a trench coat and a scarf.
"What—?" Freed began to say.
"Pets don't talk, do they?"
He slammed his mouth shut.
"It's evening already, so it's time to take my pet out for a walk."
His eyes widened. A walk? Outside?
"Here's your coat," Laxus said, handing it over. "You're wearing just that. Button it up good. It should be long enough to cover properly, although you'd look like a pervert if you were to go out alone like that. The scarf will hide the collar as well."
Freed began to open his mouth. This had to be illegal on some level.
"Do I need to muzzle you?" Laxus shouted before he could say anything.
Freed's mouth slammed shut again.
"I can't hide that muzzle as easily, but I can make you wear it if you're a bad pet."
No, he wanted to be a good pet and show how well his master had trained him.
Freed slipped on the long trench coat and buttoned it. It showed bare legs from the knees down, but it covered the rest of his nakedness. Laxus helped him to wrap the scarf around, making sure it hid the collar.
Freed knew this was ridiculous. The summer sun was beginning to set, it was still hot out there, and no one would be wearing a coat this thick, let alone a scarf as well. It was suspicious, especially with his bare legs. The tail also smashed awkwardly inside the coat.
"Shit, this is gonna be awesome," Laxus said, overwhelmed with thrills. "Those bare legs will be an issue, though."
Oh, thank goodness he realized that!
"You also can't walk around your neighbors wearing the cat ears. You'll need to put them into a bag until we're somewhere safe for you to wear them. Let me get a few things." He took off to the bedroom.
Freed sighed and his shoulders relaxed. Laxus was being so thoughtful now. Freed had been worried that he was aiming for ultimate public humiliation, but at least—
Oh … shit …
Laxus came back, not with some trousers to cover the bare legs, but women's silk stockings with a garter belt. He also had platform shoes that sparkled with white rhinestones. With it was a matching white, tiny, feminine purse.
"If only I could put you in your angel wings for this," Laxus muttered.
Freed collapsed onto a chair, trembling and breathing hard. Was he serious? Women's clothing? Laxus wanted him to go out into public naked except for lingerie? He couldn't be serious!
No … Laxus would most definitely humiliated him to this extreme.
"Some people like to dress up their pets for a walk." Laxus knelt in front of Freed and tipped his chin up, a bit concerned by that terrified face. "Although, some say it's punishment for the pet. Would you say so?"
Freed gulped. So this was the punishment! First, Laxus kept humiliating him by saying he was being bred, and now he was having his masculinity challenged.
"You are such a handsome, powerful man," Laxus said tenderly, out of character now and being honest. "I really want to strip that from you. Plus I think you'd look fuckin' hot in heels." He saw that Freed still looked upset. "You like anime, right? Think of this as cosplay. I've been dressing you up as my pet, and now I'm going to dress my pet up as a girl." Still, Freed cringed and shook his head. Laxus kissed his cheek and whispered into his ear. "If you're truly not okay with this, let me know, but I really have been looking forward to doing this part."
Freed finally looked at him, and his scowl eased away. Laxus had planned out all sorts of scenes they could do, and this was one of them. He must have bought these things yesterday at the sex shop, or maybe even an extra trip to a department store, since the sex shop did not sell shoes or purses like that. He had to know Freed's leg size and shoe size to get the right items. Plus, how humiliating must it have been for Laxus to buy heels, lingerie, and a dainty purse? Freed at least had to honor that sacrifice of his pride just to bring him these gifts.
He stuck his leg out, and when Laxus looked confused, Freed simply went, "Meow."
Laxus chuckled. A pet did not dress itself, after all. He opened the package for the stockings and slid them up Freed's leg.
"Part the coat."
Freed slowly spread the coat apart and unbuttoned the bottom so Laxus could reach up high enough. Those huge hands slithered up his leg, higher and higher, and Freed clenched his fists to hold back as Laxus teased his inner thigh. Then the other stocking, and Laxus smirked as he watched Freed's face blushing with humiliation at the clinging feel of the silk stockings. He suddenly threw the bottom part of the coat open and pulled forth the waist-cincher garter belt. Freed had to stand as Laxus slid the tight belt on. He had to ease the butt plug tail under it, flipping it out and making sure it was not crunched by the coat. Instead, it feathered up along Freed's spine, smashed against his skin by the coat.
Then he hooked the straps that held the stockings up to the garter belt. He saw how aroused Freed was, that flushed tree growing up out of the green underbrush, but he purposely ignored it. Instead, Laxus finished with the stockings and neatly buttoned the coat back down.
Freed collapsed back onto the chair, momentarily overwhelmed, but he hit the butt plug hard. A gasped ripped out of him as the painful jolt marred with sinful pleasure. He held his hand up, and Laxus waited patiently while Freed struggled to adjust mentally and physically. Freed knew how to stop this, but the fact that he was determined to continue pleased Laxus. He almost wanted to praised Freed as a good pet, but that had to wait. This was all leading up to Freed proving he was a good pet. Praise would come later.
He saw Freed internalizing the sensations, and he watched as he went from overwhelmed to calm, although still red in the face. When Freed nodded that he was okay again, Laxus knelt in front of him. Their eyes met, one asking silently if they could continue, the other smiling without need for words. Laxus patted Freed's knee, all the praise he would give for the moment. Then he grabbed Freed's ankle and rested his foot up on Laxus' popped knee. He massaged the stockinged foot first, getting Freed to relax and loosening up before putting on the heeled platform shoes. One, then the other, a massage followed by tightening the strap to hold the large shoes in place. He searched Freed's face again, both for discomfort—God, he hoped he got the right size—and to be certain this did not tip the balance of what he could handle. To his relief, Freed stretched his foot and looked impressed. It seemed the shoes were all right.
"Try standing."
Freed felt like he was quivering, ashamed and aroused by that shame. He stood, but immediately lost his balance. He was much higher with the platforms, and it was weird to have his heel raised like that. Laxus took his arm and helped to steady him.
"Is my pet okay with the dress-up costume? Does my pet need to pee before we go for a walk? Try walking to the bathroom, test the shoes out."
That was really considerate. Especially since he was wearing women's clothes, going into a public restroom might cause a problem. Freed tried to walk, and after a few wobbly steps, he got the feel for it. It was different but not impossible. Laxus followed right behind him, just in case. Again, Freed realized just how much Laxus was caring to every need.
However, Laxus stayed right behind him as he peed, holding the trench coat out of the way but also making Freed humiliated to do this. He watched the whole time as the stream arced into the toilet bowl, and Freed felt his whole face get hot as he relieved nature. He made sure not to drip or anything, feeling pressured even to pee properly … like a good pet using its litter box.
Finally, they were ready to go. Before leaving, Laxus put the cat ears and leash in the tiny white purse and put some sunglasses onto Freed.
But it's dark, he wanted to say, but he was not allowed to speak.
"I don't want your neighbors to know it's you."
Again, so considerate!
Then Laxus pulled out a lipstick tube. Freed pulled back instinctively, but Laxus yanked him back in. He held Freed by the hair to keep his head still as he carefully put the lipstick on. Freed had to wonder, how the hell did Laxus know how to apply makeup? Was this yet another kink he learned in his old job? Had he dress up clients as women to humiliate them?
Finally, Laxus was satisfied. They left the apartment and walked through the hall to the elevator. As they waited for it to arrive, a neighbor also walked up. Freed gasped, but Laxus suddenly squeezed his hand to show that he needed to leave this up to him.
"Ah, you're the man in 792," the woman said. "I can tell the lady here must be related to that gentleman roommate of yours." The neighbor winked to show she knew plenty well that they were not mere roommates.
"His cousin," answered Laxus. "My partner is sick and his cousin came to check on him. Forgive the outfit; she's a model, always trying to hide her face, you know. I'm escorting her back to her house in case the paparazzi are waiting."
"How glamorous! I love your purse, by the way. Gucci?"
Freed looked down. He had not actually looked at the purse and shoes before. It really was Gucci.
"Fashion is important in her line of work," Laxus explained.
Freed hoped his face remained neutral, but he was staring at Laxus in awe. He did not just buy any old purse; he got one that fit Freed's lavish style.
The elevator arrived, the neighbor went in, and Freed walked extra careful on the platforms to enter as well. Laxus pressed the button to go down, and they waited as the lift dropped.
"I don't know your cousin that well," the neighbor said. "I saw him somewhere, a magazine perhaps. Is he a model as well?"
Laxus answered, "No, a manager at his father's company. You must mean the cover of Fiore Business Magazine."
"Ah, that's probably it. A businessman, then. And his father is the CEO? No wonder he lives here. And what do you do, sir?"
"Philanthropic work," Laxus replied with a hidden smirk. "Pardon, but I like to keep my business as private as possible. I cater to some high-profile clientèle."
"Completely understandable. I'm a lawyer and I often can't even tell my husband whom I'm representing until it goes to court." The elevator binged. "Well, good evening, and I hope your cousin feels better."
"Have a good evening, ma'am," Laxus said politely. They stepped out, and he waited a moment. "Are you okay?"
Freed nodded curtly.
"Are you able to go out? You may speak."
"Where are we going? I don't think I can drive in these shoes."
"Like hell would I let you drive when your mind is as blown as it is. We're taking a bus to a park. It'll be safe there; I know the area well."
Laxus must have even planned a route. Freed firmed up his resolve to do this. It was humiliating, but it was punishment.
"Meow."
Laxus snorted a laugh. "You can talk, but I don't recommend it around people. Your voice is too damn low to even pretend to be female."
They left the building and walked out to the main street. Laxus was used to catching the bus, but Freed had never ridden public transportation in his life. Thankfully, Laxus took care of everything, buying the ticket, guiding Freed to an open seat, and sitting next to him.
They rode along, with Laxus looking queasy the whole time. They then transferred to another bus, all the while Freed watching people get on and off. Most barely looked up from their phones or books. A few looked a little longer than usual at him. He knew at least three must have figured out he was a crossdresser, but they said nothing. All sorts of people rode the bus, after all.
The sun had finished setting and it was growing dark when Laxus nudged Freed to get off at the next stop. He guided Freed, who had to take the steps down the bus carefully in those heels plus the butt plug uncomfortably in his ass. He arrived safely onto the sidewalk and looked around as the bus drove off. He did not know this neighborhood. There was a large park that was dark now, with shops, eateries, cheap hotels, and other establishments that might have been chic long ago, but now looked like they catered to the sleazier side of the city. Freed instinctively pulled a little closer to Laxus.
"It's fine. I used to hang out here," Laxus told him. "Put your ears on."
Freed nearly protested, but he firmed up his resolve to put up with everything Laxus wanted of him. He opened the Gucci purse and brought out the cat ears. Embarrassed, he put them on.
"Good. Now bring out your leash."
Freed gulped hard, but he reached into the purse again to pull it out.
"My pet was obedient on the bus," he said as he pulled down the scarf to expose the collar, "but now I need to make sure I keep you on a leash." He snapped the leash on and pulled the scarf back into place, hiding it while holding the dangling leash. "We're going for a walk around the park. My pet should like that."
Freed blushed. A walk, with Laxus holding the leash to his collar … in public!
"Come on." He tugged the leash, and Freed was pulled forward.
They walked around the park once with no problems. It was late, no one could see that Laxus was actually holding a leash, and a woman wearing a cat ear headband was not all that strange, so all of the humiliation was contained solely to Freed's own mind. He was strongly aware that he was naked underneath the long coat, and he still had the butt plug in, which made walking a challenge.
They were almost done with their lap when Laxus pulled out his phone and turned the butt plug on again. Freed gasped and reached behind him. He backed up toward the park and away from the sidewalk. Not here!
"Laxus!"
"Is something wrong, pet?" he asked with a devious smirk.
Freed groaned as the pleasure purred inside him.
"Keep walking."
Freed tried. He struggled to get in each step, distracted by the vibrations. Every movement of his legs shifted the butt plug and made it buzz against every bit of him inside. He was getting erect, and it rubbed against the inner lining of the coat.
It felt so good!
Freed began to sweat and tremble. If he could just make it around the park and to the bus stop, maybe Laxus would turn it off. There was no way he could expect Freed to ride a bus with that vibrating inside his ass … right?
No, he just might go that far.
Every step was labored now. His cock burned, and he felt it dripping. His coat would be ruined, he already knew that. Finally, Freed came to a stop and began to double over. He reached down and pressed against his groin through the coat.
"Too much!" he hissed in warning.
Laxus grabbed him up and carried him into the park itself, over to some bushes that hid them from view of the shops and cars along the street. When he sat Freed down, the poor man fell to his knees.
"This is your final punishment for accusing me of infidelity. Never play with me like that again. Not like that!" He pulled up his phone and slide a level on the screen. Freed cried out and collapsed to the ground as the vibration became more powerful.
"Laxus, no!" He reached to himself, trying to grab his cock to hold back.
"You dared to accuse me like that, and in public. So your final punishment is in public." He turned it up a tad higher, and Freed shivered as his cock throbbed harder. "I won't touch you. If you need to release, you have to do it yourself."
Freed gawked up at him. He couldn't be serious! This was totally illegal. People went to jail for this sort of thing.
Laxus understood the dread in Freed's face. "This park is famous for couples, so a bit of noise is not that weird."
"I could never—"
Before he could protest, Laxus cranked the butt plug to full power. Freed began to shake, and his hand moved on its own. Laxus stood over him and gazed down coldly.
"End it, Freed. Right here. Right now."
End it? No way! In public? But there was no choice.
No, there was always a choice. He had two choices on how to end it: by obeying or by saying the safeword.
He wanted to obey.
Plus this was thrilling. He would never do something like this. It was perverted, illegal, so dangerous … but Laxus was there. He was standing guard. His own personal bodyguard. Laxus was shielding him with his huge body and had brought him to the perfect spot, away from view. It was too dark. No one would see.
Sobbing with humiliation, Freed unbuttoned his coat. There was a little slick moisture on the inside (another item that the dry cleaner was going to wonder about) and the night air felt strange on his naked skin. His cock was purple with desperation.
"Do it," Laxus said quietly.
His hand trembled, but he grabbed himself. The first stroke felt so intensely good. Freed completely lost himself, stroking with desperation, sinking into the perversion of masturbating in a public park.
It was thrilling. People might hear. People might see. It made him hyper-aware of every stroke and suppressed groan.
He felt it already built up. He needed it, needed to release. So bad, it felt good. He wanted to hold back, and he wanted to let it all burst.
But in public!
Yes, in front of everyone.
It was illegal!
Who cared!
"Laxus?" he hissed in warning.
"Show me, Freed. Show me you're sorry."
He gasped as he felt the tension snapping.
He was sorry.
His stupid joke hurt Laxus and humiliated him. Now he was the one crying and shamed. As he felt the first jolt surge through him and saw the stream of white shoot out onto the grass, he became strongly aware of how humiliated Laxus must have been to have his fidelity called into question in public.
After the first surge, Freed collapsed over onto the grass, still slowly stroking, feeling a second spasm, and another, so much pleasure, such deeply intense guilt and shame spurting out. There was cum on the grass. On the grass! In the heart of the city!
"My pet marked his territory."
Freed curled into a ball, feeling completely defeated. The buzzing had stopped, but he was still shaking from the shame.
Laxus knelt beside him and pulled Freed up. He buttoned the coat back over the moonlit pale skin. He soothed out some hair that got mussed up in Freed's struggles. Then he hugged Freed to him, wrapping him up in a protective embrace.
"Sorry, but I have to leave the plug inside until we get home."
Freed hardly cared about that anymore. Laxus had him. Laxus would protect him.
Laxus kissed Freed, over and over, holding him as he calmed down.
"Never question my fidelity," he whispered, sounding stern but also worried. "I take something like that very seriously. I swear, I would never cheat on you. Ever! I'd rather we break up and move on than either one of us cheat on one another. That includes you and Rufus."
Freed yanked back with a gasp. Him and Rufus? What?
"If you would rather be in a relationship with someone in your own social circle, someone more appropriate to your station, don't keep me around as a fuck toy."
"Laxus!" he cried out, disgusted and near tears to hear him even suggest such a thing.
"Does it hurt, hearing someone even hint at that, hearing that lack of trust in your loyalty?"
It did! He wanted to cry to think Laxus imagined that as a possible—if unlikely—scenario.
"It's far more painful for me," Laxus warned, "because I know I have a past. I'm already scared at the idea that you might see my actions working as a stripper and giving demonstrations as cheating. It fucking terrifies me, Freed, worrying that you'd see it that way. That's why I quit. I never want you to doubt me, because just the worry that you might think that way … it's physically nauseating. I would never cheat, and yet I did all that. I did all that," he sneered in self-disgust. "So seriously, never accuse me of cheating, because I already have to deal with coming to grips with that past."
Freed ached in sympathy. He understood now. He leaned in and hugged Laxus, this time being the one giving the comfort.
"I'm so sorry," he said, rubbing Laxus' stiff shoulders.
Laxus wrapped him up into his arms. "Never be disloyal, Freed. Break up with me before you do something like that."
"Never," Freed swore. "You are mine alone, and I am yours. Only you, Thor."
Laxus slammed his eyes shut as tears sprang up without warning. Only you, Thor. The words inscribed on the inside of their promise rings!
"Only you, Greenie," he whispered, shuddering with intense ardor. "God, I love you."
Freed sighed, but suddenly sank. His head felt woozy now after all that.
"Come on, before you crash. We'll get a taxi home. You need to walk at least to the street."
"I don't think I can."
"You're strong. You can make it that far."
Laxus kept an arm around Freed, letting him walk unsteadily as he sank out of his sensual high. He hailed a taxi, and as they rode home, Freed passed out in the backseat. Laxus held onto him. Luckily, they looked like a simple couple with a woman who drank too much. The taxi driver brought them to the apartments, and Laxus had to force Freed back awake.
"Just a few minutes. You can do it," he urged.
Luckily, they met no one along the way. It was late, people were already in for the night. Freed managed to step through the doorway before the dropping hit full force. Laxus barely caught him before he crumpled to the ground. He had to kick the door shut with Freed held in his arms.
"You're all right. You're home," he said soothingly.
Laxus carried Freed to the bed. He removed all the gear, the butt plug, the leash, the collar, and cuddled him in bed.
"You did well, Freed."
His consciousness was hazy. "Good … pet?"
Laxus chuckled and stroked his hair. "You were a very good pet. The best pet. I'm so proud of you. You managed to take a walk and marked your territory. Such a good pet."
That lifted Freed's spirits. A good pet!
"Can I … be … your slave again?"
"Of course." He kissed Freed's forehead. "You're my one and only slave."
"Master," he sighed. Everything was worth it now. He had been good. He was reduced to a pet for being bad, but now he was back to being a slave. He was trusted once again.
"You went hella deep this time. Tell me what you need."
Playtime really was over. Now came the best part: spoiling one another.
"A hot bath with you, those chocolate chip cookies I bought a few days ago, Chinese takeout, and … I need you to hold me. Just hold me." He burrowed deeper into Laxus' chest. "I'm so sorry."
"Shh!" Laxus kissed his head and rubbed out his limbs. "I forgive you. Don't worry anymore. I love you, and I forgive you. Which do you need first: bath, cuddles, food, or chocolate?"
Freed squeezed around Laxus tighter. "You! I need you."
Laxus smiled gently and caressed Freed's skin. "Ya got me. Always."
Always! The dropping hormones were soothed out with those endearing words. He had Laxus. Always!
Calmed now, Freed sat up to be eye-level with Laxus, cupped that rough face in his hand, leaned in, and kissed him. Laxus enjoyed the gentle, ardent kiss, and when Freed pulled back, their eyes were both hazy with happiness.
"I really liked all of that. Even the catheter," Freed added awkwardly. "It was really humiliating, though. Save that one for punishments."
"Gotcha. The rest?"
"It … was deep. We can do it again, but only when I can slip into the role and have time to recover. At this rate, I'll be lucky if I don't drop tomorrow at work."
"If you do, you call me right away."
"Yeah. I know you'll be there for me." He kissed Laxus again. "You're always there for me. You're so loyal to me. I trust you with my life, Laxus."
Laxus sighed in a deep, soul-rending sense of relief. He needed to hear that so much. Any guilt he had over making Freed do so much, even something completely illegal, was smoothed over with the fact that Freed loved him. He trusted Laxus enough to do all that, trusted him to protect them both. That sort of trust, after a lifetime of people being scared or intimidated by his rough appearance, was something Laxus desperately needed. It was why he loved to do this, why he needed BDSM, why he felt it brought them closer with each scene: because it reassured him that Freed didn't just love him; he trusted him.
"Damn, you really are incredible!"
They both leaned in, and they kissed with escalating love. Freed suddenly climbed up onto Laxus' lap, and large arms supported him.
"Oh Freed," Laxus whispered, enthralled by this man. He gazed up into those turquoise eyes, and he swore it was like an angel gazing down at him and forgiving him of his sadistic ways. With a shiver, he sighed, "God, I love you!"
They only kissed, too exhausted for anything more, but it was enough. After all the thrills, roughness, and pleasure, this was the best way to cool off and calm down. The fun had ended, and they were left feeling closer, trusting each other fully, loving each other deeply. As their foreheads rested together and their eyes gazed at each other up close, they knew they were going to be okay now.
This was all they needed. Each other!
Next Chapter: "Camping in Style"
A/N: Well, that's the end of a very long weekend for Freed and Laxus.
Audio of the "pet scene" was done in one sitting, but I later broke it to be 3 chapters, 59 to 61. You can now hear the whole scene on Chirbit. I had a lot of fun with sound effects.
Audio Drama: http://chirb.it/CPP3b5
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