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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 67
The Best Sub
After dinner, they went back to the car. Freed settled in, but he saw Laxus had his phone out, apparently texting someone.
"Something up?" he asked.
Laxus quickly put the phone away. "Nah, just a friend trying to chat."
Freed frowned. That seemed suspicious. Just a friend? How many friends did Laxus even have? As far as Freed knew, he did not hang out with other people on his own. He let it go, though.
"We should sleep a bit. It's a really early flight," Freed said as he buckled his seat belt.
"Nah, I plan on staying awake through the night so I can sleep on the plane. If I sleep now, I won't want to wake up, and if I'm awake on that airplane, I'll just get sick."
"Do you have those pills?"
"Yeah, yeah. Both the ones for nausea and the ones to keep me knocked out for eight hours." Laxus glanced over as Freed began to pull the car out of the parking lot. "Hey, would you be okay if we stayed up a little longer?"
"Did you want to go somewhere?"
"No, back home, but … well, I have a little gift for you."
Even with the blue glow of the dashboard lights, Laxus saw Freed blushing. "I told you, my ass shouldn't hurt for such a long flight."
"Not that, you slut." He chuckled that Freed's mind actually was rather dirty. "You'll see. I just don't promise you'll be getting to bed early."
Freed bit his lip to hold back his intense curiosity. However, as he began to drive, Laxus fell quiet, putting a fist to his mouth to fight the sickness.
They drove back to the condo. Laxus pulled out his phone and sent another text. Now Freed was really curious what that was about, but Laxus shoved the phone back into his pocket without a word. They went up the elevator. At the door, Laxus put a hand on Freed's shoulder.
"Close your eyes."
He let out a small huff. Dramatic a bit? Still, he shut his eyes.
Laxus waved his hand in front of Freed's face. "Okay. Keep them shut." Then he leaned into Freed's ear. "That's an order from your master."
Instantly, Freed's heart began to race. Laxus was setting up something, a new scene, and it was going to be special, Freed could already sense that. As Laxus guided him forward into the apartment, Freed sensed something was different. It was warmer, there was the smell of cologne and alcohol, and he thought he heard noises. He really wanted to open his eyes, but Laxus had given him an order. He kept walking, and now he heard a sniffle to the side.
Someone was there!
"Okay, open them."
When Freed opened his eyes, he instantly gasped. There was a party set up and a group of people.
"Surprise!"
Natsu bounced forward, grinning wildly at Freed. "One year! So awesome, you two. Congrats."
"N-Natsu?" Freed whispered.
Gray came up next with a drink in his hand. "Yeah, I'm surprised you lasted this long with the big lug, but I'm glad you two are happy. And thanks for inviting us," he added to Laxus, tipping his drink to them both.
"Thanks for coming, all of you," Laxus said to the small party inside the apartment.
Freed looked around more. Hibiki from the Blue Pegasus fetish club was there, playing music behind a small DJ setup. He also saw none other than Bob the Drag Queen standing by a folding table full of bottles of alcohol. Did Laxus really hire Bob, of all people, as a bartender? Two guests he only vaguely recognized as the Twin Dragons from the South Pole Club, dressed in leather jackets from their motorcycle gang. Then his heart froze.
"What the hell? Rufus?"
An elegant man with flowing, golden hair stepped up to him, his dark green eyes narrow and shaded under a sweeping wide-brimmed hat. "Your boyfriend invited me," Rufus said curtly, keeping his arms behind his back, as if gazing upon a lowly servant who had dared to demand his presence.
A burly man with wild, spiky, pale green hair and a strange goatee of four vertical stripes came up behind Rufus and grinned down seductively at the slim blond. "It seems my toy did something cruel to you and Laxus."
Rufus' cool composure instantly shattered, and he rounded on the man with pink already on his cheeks. "You idiot," he hissed quietly. "Do not call me that in front of others." He looked frantically back to Freed and struggled to regain his earlier composure. "I can explain. You see, it's … i-it's a pet name … of sorts?" His voice nearly cracked, and he tried to laugh it off.
Freed sympathized with him. If Laxus had ever called him his slave in front of his college friends, he likely would have panicked as well. "It's okay. Remember, you already told me a little about it."
Orga just laughed at Rufus' fluster. "The big lug," he said, nodding to Laxus, "said he wants a chance to punish him. I'd love to see that," he said with a possessive and not too gentle grab of Rufus' shoulder. "Plus free booze, so of course I'd come. I don't really know you, sorry." He slammed his massive hand out to Freed. "Orga Nanagear."
He politely shook hands. "Freed Justine. Rufus and I were classmates."
"So he said, and a bit of academic rivals."
"I … wouldn't really call it a rivalry," Freed said humbly. He had practically worshiped Rufus as a scholar, and while Freed managed to graduate magna cum laude—with great distinction—the top spot of summa cum laude—with highest distinction—had been easily won by Rufus.
"Of course you were my rival," Rufus huffed. "You weren't even aware of it, were you? You were number three in our graduating class."
Freed blinked. "Wait, seriously? I was third?"
Rufus rolled his eyes. "I knew it. You never cared about ranking, whereas I spent hours tracking the grades of everyone in the top ten. Yes, Freed Justine," he snapped. "You were four-one-hundredths of a point below me. Some girl named Mavis won the second slot, but people said she was a natural genius. I focused everything into graduating number one, and you two managed your spots without even trying."
Orga patted Rufus on the head. "Isn't he adorable when he sulks?"
Rufus smacked the massive hand away. "I am not sulking!"
Orga raised an eyebrow. "Freed, huh? Ya know, you're familiar. Have I had you fuck my toy before?"
"What?" Freed shouted in astonishment.
Rufus rolled his eyes as his blush spread more on his cheeks. "Please, excuse him. And no," he said sternly to Orga. "He has never seen me … that way. My God, you seriously cannot behave yourself. Really, Freed, ignore him. He says weird things sometimes."
Freed gulped. He actually had seen Rufus as Orga's slave, back during the BDSM exhibition, although Rufus never did recognize him.
Orga leaned in eagerly. "So, what cruel thing did my toy do?"
"Can you not call me that in public?" Rufus growled, his face solid scarlet.
"We ain't in public. We're indoors."
"Then not in front of him." Rufus' voice rose sharply.
"It's okay," Freed said, but he turned sharply to Laxus. "May I speak with you privately?"
Gray laughed. "Uh-oh, you're in trouble."
The two slipped over to the kitchen, and Freed clenched his hands.
"Why the hell is Rufus Lore here?" he whispered. "And who are those other two?"
"Like Orga said, I punished you for lying to me at that garden party, but I never had a chance to punish that blond prick for saying those cruel things to you."
"It wasn't cruel," he said in defense of the man he had admired in school. "He just so happened to see you with The Green Angel and didn't know it was me."
"Like I give a fuck. He upset you, and for that, I'm gonna humiliate the fuck out of him right in front of you. As for the motorcycle duo, a strip show needs an audience."
"W-Wait, what?" Freed's mouth dropped. "Strip show?"
Laxus cupped Freed's cheek. "My gift to you. I can't take you to a fetish club since we have to protect your public image, so I brought the club to you."
"No, wait, time out," Freed shouted, but he dropped his voice when he saw Hibiki looking over at them. "You mentioned nothing about this."
"Duh! It's a surprise."
"No! If you strip in front of others, you need my consent first. That's my rule."
Laxus caressed Freed's cheek and gave him an appealing smile. "Do I have your consent?"
Freed let out a wordless cry of frustration. Part of him was upset, but he also realized that maybe Laxus really missed the excitement of the club. He said it was a gift for him, but he would not have gone this far unless it was something Laxus actually really enjoyed. In a sense, that meant Freed was giving him a gift by agreeing.
"Limits," Freed said, counting on his fingers. "You may strip but don't touch."
"What about touching you?"
"Not intimately! The others may not touch you, and you do not dance for them. If you do any dancing, it's for me alone."
"Obviously. How about a lap dance?"
Freed gulped. "I stay clothed."
"What about your angel suit?"
"What!"
"It's just us here. Hell, Rufus and Orga already saw you in that."
Freed's face turned red, but he actually really liked the idea of letting Laxus show him off again. "Okay, but no lap dances while I wear it." His eyes darted over to where Rufus was talking with Natsu. "I don't want them to see me erect."
"But it's okay if you're clothed?"
"That's different. They don't actually see it."
"Gotcha. So it's okay to get turned on, but they can't actually see your hard cock."
"Sheesh," Freed whispered, burning bright red.
"Hey Bob," Laxus shouted over. "My angel needs a martini."
"Seriously?" Freed shouted.
"What else?" Laxus asked, stroking aside a piece of Freed's hair. "Once you're in the angel suit, what can I do?"
Freed fidgeted, setting up a scene in their kitchen with friends in the next room over, perfectly in view. "Nothing to make me hard," he whispered.
"Shit, just talking to you makes you hard. I can't promise your body won't react naturally, but if I notice you're getting aroused, I'll stop. You said I can't touch others. What about beating that Rufus guy's ass?"
"Not if he enjoys it."
"Well fuck, that defeats the purpose. I wanna punish him, but according to Orga, the guy is a raging slut for humiliation."
Just then, Bob brought the martini over, and Freed felt he desperately needed it. The alcohol did little to calm him, but it did focus his mind. Hiring Bob alone could not have been cheap, not with Orga saying it was an open bar, free drinks for all guests. Yet Laxus had not asked to borrow money, which meant this was coming out of Laxus' own bank, and Freed knew quite well that Laxus had limited funds. This party probably emptied his bank account.
Why? Why go through all this? A strip show, a chance to let Freed wear his angel outfit again, a chance to punish Rufus and belittle him in front of Freed, a way to celebrate their anniversary with friends, new and old, in a safe environment, people who were into kink as well, people at least Laxus trusted, even if Freed barely knew most of these people.
Freed had his coworkers and socialite friends with their garden parties and outings to the opera. These were Laxus' people: former male strippers, voyeurs, bartenders, BDSM practitioners. Trap and dubstep music thumped through the condo, alcohol flowed freely; it was jeans and leather jackets, not tuxedos and suit coats. Laxus' world! Casual, wild, fun, just like the man himself.
Freed bit his lip as his eyes took it all in. "Did you invited them just to humiliate Rufus in front of me?"
"He upset you, and in turn you pissed me off. I want him to realize," and Laxus traced a little bit of gin on Freed's lips, spreading the drop of alcohol around, "you're perfect, and there is no way he is better than you."
Freed liked that Laxus would say that, but he was honest. "Well, he is. His grades were better, his family is richer—"
"Fuck that! I want him to feel like shit before you. I want him to bow in front of your feet and kiss your ass. Maybe literally."
Freed's mouth dropped, only to quickly turn to biting his lip again.
"Oh?" Laxus caught the blush right away, and it was titillating to his sadistic side. He leaned right down into Freed's face and whispered, "Do you like that idea?"
Freed gulped down a lump in his throat, feeling the heat in his cheeks. "I … I give an addendum to the rule of people not being allowed to touch me. You obviously really want to humiliate Rufus, so … an exception for him. With limits."
"Your lips and cock are off limits, naturally," Laxus said, tracing Freed's mouth again.
"And … and if he starts to enjoy it too much, stop him."
"I'll beat the hell out of him."
"Please don't harm him. His family could sue mine." Freed looked around at the party. "I can't believe you did all this, just for me."
"It's not quite perfect though. There was supposed to be a ca-…" Just then, the doorbell rang. "That better be her."
Gray called over. "She texted that she was in traffic."
"Text?" Freed whispered as Laxus went to the door. Was this why Laxus kept texting that night? Was he setting all of this up?
Laxus opened the door, and a petite woman in a maid outfit pushed in a cart smelling of savory garlic. Natsu cheered and ran forward.
"Food, food, food!"
A caterer too? Now Freed knew Laxus had to have used the last of his savings on this party.
Sting crept up to Laxus. "Yo, are we allowed to eat as well?"
"Help yourself. You paid."
"Wait, they paid?" Freed shouted. "What the hell is going on?"
"Our first house party," Laxus said, as if it was obvious. "I made sure to get a DJ—Hibiki there does bar-tending on the side for Blue Pegasus—got the drinks compliments of Bob, and you know Virgo. She caters as a day job. I invited people I know we can trust."
"And these two?" Freed shot a finger at the two in leather jackets embroidered with the local biker gang.
Sting came forward with a friendly grin. "Sting Eucliffe. This is my boyfriend, Rogue."
Freed's eyes narrowed. "Eucliffe? Oh God, please don't tell me you're of the Vegas mafia family."
Sting's mouth dropped, and he leaned in to whisper, "How the hell do you know about my family?"
Freed's face went cold. "Because my father did business with them once and nearly ended up in jail. How does someone related to the mafia end up in a biker gang?"
"Wouldn't you do just about anything to get out of that dangerous lifestyle?" Sting said, his eyes flat and cold. "Look, I don't like to be associated with them. I'm out of that crap. I'm here because I met Thor … Laxus … and asked if he could give me and Rogue a private show."
"You what?"
"He said he'd have to ask you, but then he told us to be here. Something about a strip party?" Sting looked around. "Lots of familiar faces. You mentioned Ice Prince, but I didn't think I'd see Bob."
Freed turned on Laxus. "You invited total strangers to a strip party?"
"We know them."
"I do not want to be associated with the mafia. Seriously, my father is still struggling against that stupid business deal."
"Relax. They won't talk."
Sting shook his head emphatically, then rushed off to get some of the food.
Laxus rubbed Freed's tense shoulders. "Look, this is something I spent a lot of time and thought setting up. Enjoy it." He gave Freed a kiss. "Happy anniversary."
Freed shook his head and had to laugh.
"Now come on, we have guests. Wouldn't wanna be rude." With that, Laxus marched forward. "If I can have your attention."
Hibiki brought the music down, and all talking stopped.
"Thanks for coming to our first house party. It's also mine and Freed's one-year anniversary. You've probably figured out that we all know one another from one of two places: either the South Pole Club from my stripper days, or Blue Pegasus Club from when I worked as a sadomasochistic demonstrator."
Sting whispered to Rogue, "We gotta find that club."
"Freed can't show his face in those locations anymore." Laxus held up a copy of Fiore Business Magazine. "Not since his face graced the cover of the most prestigious business magazine in the country."
Rufus let out a sound of disgust and rolled his eyes.
"So since I couldn't bring him to a club, I brought the club to him. Freed!"
With that deep, domineering voice, Freed's whole body sparked, and his outrage turned into curiosity mixed with dread. "Y-Yes?"
"Bring a chair and set it in the middle of the room."
"A chair?"
"Don't repeat me, obey me!"
He barely managed to hold back a yelp. He grabbed a chair and hurriedly brought it over to where Laxus pointed. Laxus shoved him down, and Freed awkwardly collapsed onto the chair in the middle of the room.
"Hibiki," Laxus called over. "My song."
Freed's face went solid red. "Your song? W-Wait!"
However, electric guitars started, shouts of "Thunder!" roared out, with a familiar gravelly voice and pounding drums. Just hearing that song and seeing the seductive, knowing smile on Laxus' face made Freed tingle below the belt.
Thunderstruck! The song he used to strip to.
"Yeah," Laxus whispered. "Enjoy it!"
The others moved over to chairs and couches in the living room, encircling the two with plates of food and drinks in their hands. Rogue in particular looked starved to watch the show. Rufus held back, but Orga yanked him over, ordering him to sit on a loveseat with him. For the moment, only Natsu stayed by Virgo's food cart, piling up pasta, but as the song continued, he finally moved over to a chair near Gray.
Laxus began to dance, at first the same familiar moves, something like dance fighting. If the Japanese had ever inventing a stripping martial art, this was it, like Tai Chi mixed with erotically suggestive hip thrusts. Laxus tugged off his suit coat, flinging it to the side, and such a simple move left Freed gulping. Then came a slow taunt of removing his shirt, button by button, and Freed's lower lip quivered. There were people around, and he was getting hard watching his boyfriend undress.
"I like that look," Laxus murmured, licking his lips at how deliciously aroused Freed was.
He tossing the fancy dress shirt behind him, and Rufus caught it before it hit him in the face. In shock and feeling the heat in the fabric, the blond dropped the shirt to the side like it was made of acid.
Laxus flexed to show off his muscles and tattoo, and Freed let out a shuddering moan, struggling to keep his mouth closed. To the side, Sting and Rogue both bit their lips hard.
Sting whispered to Rogue. "Is that what you wanted to see?"
"Shut the fuck up," Rogue hissed back, watching intently.
Laxus heard their mutters and laughed to himself. He still had it! He leaned down into Freed's ear and whispered just for him to hear. "I bet that cage hurts now."
He could only whimper and nod. He felt like his cock was struggling to break free from its golden cage.
"I'm not releasing you yet," Laxus said, his voice low like the roll of distant thunder. He caressed Freed's face. "Entertain our guests, and I'll let you fly free and guide you to heaven, my green angel."
The promise of release shot through Freed. If he was good, he would be reward. He just had to be a good sub. He wanted it! He wanted to be good, to please Laxus, to be freed.
Then, the dance changed. Laxus walked over to Freed, and as Brian Johnson's gritty voice sang "You've been thunderstruck," with a snap of his thighs, Laxus suddenly straddled the chair right over Freed's lap. The poor man's trembling hands clenched the seat under him as his breath hitched.
Every time Laxus gave him a dance like this, he never lasted long.
Laxus swiveled his hips, and they made teasing rubs right over the caged lump in Freed's pants. The heated desire and embarrassment growing in Freed's eyes amused Laxus.
Laxus tugged off his neck tie—it had been annoying him all night—and picked up Freed's wrists. Slowly, he used the tie to bind Freed's wrists together, and Freed really thought he was about to succumb right there.
Laxus then grabbed Freed's neck tie like it was a leash, and all Freed wanted right then was to be lead around by his thunder god. However, Laxus tugged the tie off and dropped it to the side. He flicked open the first four buttons of Freed's shirt and dragged his finger down the pale chest.
Freed felt his whole body come alive at that touch. He almost moaned, but then he realized there were people around them. His mouth closed, but inside he was groaning in bliss. Laxus' finger dragged around where his neck tie bound Freed's wrists together. He gave a slow, sensual, electrical thrust up his lap, over his cock, a slow frot right there in his chair, and Freed felt ready to faint.
Halfway through the song, Gray stood up and decided to join in. "Let them see a real dancer," he chuckled.
Laxus backed off from Freed—the poor man looked ten seconds away from succumbing—and instead stood behind him, his hands on Freed's shoulders, as they both watched Gray dance in the middle of the room. There was a liquid flow to his limbs, an artistic sway, almost inhuman. Freed's mouth dropped, not from sensuality, but true appreciation for the talent.
"His style matured," Laxus commented under his breath.
Indeed, while Gray had been known as the most talented stripper in the South Pole Club, his dancing now was obviously influenced by his job with the Magnolia Opera House's ballet troupe. No one in the room could help but see how some of his dance moves required intense muscle control, coordination, timing, and flexibility.
Freed glanced over to Natsu, who looked smug. Maybe he knew just how talented Gray was, and he was happy to show him off to others. Freed felt just a little disappointed for Natsu, though. Laxus had danced just for him, but Gray was dancing erotically for them all, not just his boyfriend. Maybe that had always been his way, though. When Gray danced, he wanted the whole world to enjoy the show.
And then … his clothes vanished.
To the side, Sting softly exclaimed, "How does he do that?"
Down to just underwear, Gray's movements were even more pronounced. They all saw the tensing and flexing of his abs, quads, and deltoids. Freed felt himself hitch just slightly. After all, Gray was certainly handsome and muscular, and that flexibility—
Laxus leaned down into his ear. "Don't you dare look at him like that."
Freed flinched. With his hands on his shoulders, Laxus must have felt his body tensing up. Still, how could he look at Gray's erotic dance and not feel aroused?
Gray's eyes glanced over the small audience, but they paused on Rufus. He had been sitting there, trying to look displeased with all of this, while his cheeks were flushed brightly. Gray took a few steps toward him, but looked over to Orga first, a silent request for permission. Orga chuckled and waved a hand at Rufus, as if to tell Gray, "He's all yours."
Standing directly in front of Rufus, Gray began to swivel his hips in slow, rhythmic thrusts. Rufus tried again to look away, but Orga took one finger to tug his chin back around, forcing him to watch. Gray's whole body gyrated, lewd and sensual, his groin not that far from Rufus' face. Rufus was having trouble just breathing, his eyes trying to avert, but always slipping back over, only to have his face turn deeper red.
One of Gray's hands reached over, closer and closer to Rufus' face. Those deep green eyes looked up, lost for a moment, struck with paralysis as this dancing devil looked ready to touch him. Then Gray's fingers flicked, and he yanked Rufus' hat off. With a victorious smirk, he placed the hat on his own head.
Just then, Natsu leaped up. He looked ready to shout, but instead a deep, possessive growl rumbled in his chest. Gray looked back with an amused, haughty smile. Obviously, this was the reaction he wanted.
"Jealous, my fireball?"
Natsu's voice was low and threatening. "Don't go taking clothes off other people."
Gray took off the hat and flopped it back over Rufus' head, making him upset at messing up his hair. "This is a party, so there should be a game." Gray chuckled to himself. "Let's be honest now. Every single one of us here is in a BDSM relationship."
Sting raised a finger. "We're not, but we're open to the idea."
At the same time, Rufus looked like he was choking. "What … n-no … how dare you…"
"Shut it," Orga warned. "Yeah, we are. I know Laxus is. If you and the Pinkie over there are too, then we have nothing to hide."
Rufus' mouth dropped as he looked to Freed. "You … and that man … you're also…?"
Laxus was in the middle of untying Freed's wrists. Feeling deep pride, Freed declared, "Laxus is my master, and I am his one and only slave."
Rufus gulped, realizing how comfortable Freed was with his hands being bound like that, almost like he wanted to be tied up more. He dropped his head with a pinch of sadness between his brows. "When I … um … approached you after graduation…"
"I was already with Laxus," Freed told him. As soon as his wrists were free, Laxus began to rub them out, making sure they were okay, and Freed allowed himself to be spoiled like this in front of the others. "The offer was flattering, but I would never cheat on my master."
In reply, Laxus leaned over and kissed Freed's wrists.
Orga smirked. "Never? Even if he ordered it?"
"Hey!" Laxus stomped away from Freed and stormed up to Orga with a scathing glare in his eyes. "Hands off what's mine."
Orga shrugged, not the least bit intimidated. "I encourage my toy to play with others."
"Well, I don't," Laxus growled. "Freed is off limits."
Orga held up his hands. "Fine, fine. So, what's your game, dancer boy?"
"The name is Gray. I'm Natsu's dom. My idea is basically a battle."
Natsu clapped his hands. "Ooh, I like this already."
"What sort of battle?" asked Laxus, also looking amused.
"A battle of the doms. Or, I should say, a battle of who has the most obedient sub."
Orga laughed smugly. "My toy is perfect. You'll lose."
Laxus boasted, "Freed is beyond perfect. He obeys me without flaw. If it's a contest of who has the best sub, there's no way he would lose."
Freed felt heat spread to his cheeks at the praise.
"Oh yeah? Well, Natsu is so insanely competitive, he would obey just about anything if it means winning a challenge."
"So, how do we challenge them?" asked Orga.
"Commands. Legal ones, but ones you know they wouldn't normally do."
"I dunno," Orga said, already smirking victoriously. "My toy does pretty much everything I've ever asked. Legal and illegal."
Rufus flashed a warning glare at him. "We do not talk about that."
"Yeah, I know. Limits. Anyway, like I said, he's perfect."
"One thing," Laxus said, glaring at the others. "No sex. I have a plane to catch in a few hours, and I don't want to spend all night cleaning up cum. We also have guests," he said, waving over to Virgo, Hibiki, and Bob. "So keep it tame."
"No promises," Orga said smugly.
Virgo cleared her throat and bowed. "I am used to seeing pretty much everything, so as the only woman here, please don't limit yourself on my behalf. I will take watching you as my punishment."
"Same," said Hibiki. "I've pretty much seen it all. If it gets really bad, I can focus on my controller."
"And I am a bit of a voyeur," Bob confessed, flipping his hand with a rosy blush on his cheeks. "So whatever you want to do, even if it's an orgy, I would happily watch."
"No orgies!" Laxus insisted. "Whatever you can get away with in a BDSM club without the dungeon mistress throwing you out, that's allowed."
"That's quite a lot," Orga noted. "I once had Rufus hold my dick in his mouth the entire night, kneeling on a wheeled cart that I pushed around. Wore him like a speedo. Flare was fine with it."
Freed's eyes widened in astonishment. "Sheesh, didn't your jaw hurt?"
"For a week," Rufus grumbled.
Gray turned to Sting and Rogue. "Do you two wanna participate?"
Sting worriedly began to turn to his boyfriend, as if to discuss this first, but Rogue answered instantly. "Yes. We don't have a slave/master relationship like you guys, but it sounds amusing." He turned to Sting. "You'd like to compete against Pinkie, right?"
Sting had a different glint in his eyes, as if he was more interested in trying something new, edgy, and erotic.
Laxus turned to Freed. "Are you okay with this?"
Everyone's eyes focused on him. No one else had bothered to ask their subs for consent, and Freed felt honored that Laxus had thought to do that.
"If it pleases you, master," he answered with a gleam in his eyes.
Laxus chuckled and leaned into his ear. "If we were alone, I'd fuck you right here for how delicious you look." Then he leaned back. "I'll start the competition. Slave," he said to Freed. "Get into your costume."
"Yes, master," he said, and Freed left to the bedroom.
"Costume?" asked Rufus. "Please don't tell me he's a Furry. I have anxiety around Furries."
"Nope. He's more celestial than that." Laxus picked up the shirt he had stripped out of and pulled it back on, keep it unbuttoned as he took a seat on the couch. "Gray, Natsu, you two can be next."
Gray turned to Natsu. "So, pet. Are you ready for this challenge?"
Natsu looked more than eager. "Should I purr?"
"Not without your collar." He walked over to a satchel he had brought with him and pulled out a collar and leash. He put the collar on Natsu, snapped the leash on, and smiled at the sight. "I was planning on taking you for a walk afterward, but here is good and safe. Okay, now. Go ahead and purr for them."
Natsu made a fairly realistic meow followed by a terrible attempt to purr his tongue.
Orga shook his head. "That's elementary."
Gray ignored him. "Okay, Sting, Rogue. Your turn. Don't worry, for you guys, either one can play the role of the Dom."
They looked at one another. Although this was turning out to be much more than they anticipated—they were just here for the strip show—both looked eager to try something a little different.
"We just give an order, and the other has to obey, right?" asked Rogue.
Gray shrugged. "Sure. Keep it fun."
"Keep it sexy," Orga added.
Rogue looked over to Sting. "It's like a game of Truth or Dare, but only the Dare. How about…"
He thought about it for a while. Then a light gleamed in Rogue's dark eyes. He walked over to Hibiki and whispered a song request. The DJ nodded, Rogue returned to his chair, and electric guitar music began to play.
Rogue smiled at Sting. "You know I love a good strip show, and it seems the dancing is over. How about you give me a show?"
Gray leaped over to them. "Def Leppard, Pour Some Sugar On Me? It's a classic stripper song. How about we spice it up and you dance with me? We'll both give your boyfriend a good strip tease."
"You're already half naked," Sting pointed out.
"Yeah, but his eyes will be on you. Okay, I'll show you a few moves on Natsu, and then you do them on Rogue. Pinkie, fetch my shirt."
Instinctively, Natsu meowed, but then caught himself. They weren't really in playtime now, just a competition, and it was someone else's turn. He brought Gray the discarded shirt to pull on. Gray showed Sting how to slowly removed clothes, all while swaying his body. Sting copied Gray, stripping all the way to his underwear, and Rogue bit his lip as he watched. Once Sting got the idea, Gray came over, both of them dancing erotically for Rogue, who looked overwhelmed.
"Maybe I should be the one to give you an order," Sting said, and he smirked as he straddled Rogue's lap, thrusting his groin right over him. "Handle me until the end of the song."
"Shit," Rogue hissed, obviously shocked by just how much this would overwhelm him.
However, before the last chorus of "pour some sugar on me," Laxus walked over and tapped Sting on the shoulder. "Hey! Time to give it a rest. You'll shoot him off."
Rogue was panting, and as Sting climbed off his lap, they all saw how stiffly he was tenting his jeans. "I was okay," he protested despite a deep flush on his face.
"No, you weren't," said Laxus. "I've had guys shoot off on me during a lap dance, and I ain't cleaning that shit up." He smiled privately to himself, thinking back to his very first lap dance with Freed, exactly one year ago. "Orga, you're up."
"Not yet, I ain't," he grumbled. "This is all boring. Meow, dance. Sheesh." He walked to where he had laid aside a thick coat. In one of the inner pockets, he pulled out a collar.
Rufus trembled. "You … you brought…"
"Toys don't speak," he snapped, and Rufus instantly slammed his mouth shut. He wrapped the collar around Rufus' neck. "I figured, if Laxus wanted to punish you, I should bring the supplies to make you obedient." He clicked a large metal lock closed and held up the key. "Do you know your place now?"
In silent reply, Rufus lowered his head.
"Good. They're starting off light, so we'll play along." He smirked at Rufus. "Strip. All the way. Then turn around and show them that gorgeous cock of yours."
Rufus looked around at the others, trembling in humiliation.
Gray's mouth dropped. "Hell, that's light?"
"Sure it is. He's more used to being naked around me than dressed. Except for when I dress him up like a doll. You like dress-up time, don't you, toy?"
Rufus said nothing, but his eyes pleaded for mercy.
"Now!" Orga ordered. "Be naked in under a minute." He held up his wrist to check his watch. "Go!"
In a panic, Rufus rushed to get out of his clothing while Orga watched the seconds tick by. He occasionally called them out, forcing Rufus to hurry, untying his polished boots, pulling off his vest and shirt, rushing to pull down his tan khakis as Orga said he had ten more seconds to go. As the countdown continued – "Nine, eight, seven, six…" Rufus whimpered and yanked off his underwear, managing to undress in the allotted time.
"What a fun toy you are!" Orga praised. "Now, turn around." Just then, Freed stepped in wearing his angel outfit. "Ah, your lover-boy is here. Freed, come closer. My toy wants to show you something."
Breathing hard in shaky gasps, Rufus turned to the whole group, flushed with humiliation as he stood there, fully exposed. He gasped as he saw Freed wearing a familiar outfit, glorious white wings strapped around his chest and nothing but a golden cock cage studded with diamonds.
"Green Angel?" he whispered. Suddenly, it made sense. That day at the fetish event, Laxus had not been with someone else, cheating on Freed. That man with the wings wearing a mask had been none other than Freed himself.
Orga leaned into his ear. "Remember to say what I taught you."
Rufus flinched at those words. He looked straight into Freed's eyes and, lips trembling, he said, "My cock is my owner's toy, and he is generous. Please play with it." Then he tensed up and slammed his eyes shut.
"That's a real offer," Orga said, stroking Rufus' shoulders to keep him calm through this intense humiliation. "I believe in sharing my toys." He stroked his hands along Rufus' torso, like he was showing off a prized award. "If any of you would like to touch him, he will allow it. Let that be part of this game." His hands paused down on Rufus' hips and slid inward toward his cock, which was slowly lengthening with the sensual arousal and erotic humiliation. "My toy is free to use in any way you want." He leaned into Rufus' ear and warmly whispered, "Aren't you, my beautiful work of art?"
The man went from looking ready to die of humiliation to his mouth dropping in pure ecstasy. "Yes, sir. Please, play with me."
"See, he wants it," Orga said to the others. "Let's see. What safeword should we use this time?"
"Something easy, please … sir," he requested.
"Easy? Hmm…" As Orga rubbed his chin, he saw how Rufus was staring at Freed, and he snapped his fingers. "Freed's full name."
"What?" both Rufus and Freed cried out together.
"You know it, right? You're staring at him like you want him to eat you. Or maybe you're the one who wants to know what fried green angel tastes like."
Rufus lost his breath, shaken at getting caught staring at Freed's nearly-nude body.
Orga's eyes narrowed sadistically at Rufus. "You tried to ask him out, right?"
The poor man's mouth was shaking almost too hard to speak. "That … was before … you."
Orga's massive hands slid along Rufus' thin shoulders. "You were quite the top back then, weren't you? Prim, proper, felt like you had to be in control of every aspect of your life." He purred into Rufus' ear. "Ain't that so?"
Rufus' eyes slammed shut, but he nodded in answer.
"You wanted Freed's ass. Hey, I bet you didn't know this," he called over to Freed. "You turning Rufus down broke his heart."
Rufus' whole face paled in horror. "No! Don't tell him—"
"He lusted after you," Orga said right over him, putting a finger to Rufus' lips to silence him. "He was obsessed with you for four years, but his focus was on school, on beating you scholastically, being on top, so he waited until graduation to flirt with you. You brushing him off shattered his poor heart."
"Sir," Rufus begged, looking pained.
"He hit up a gay bar to drink away his depression, and that's where I overheard him saying he wished he could die. I offered something else. Escape! Being my toy took his mind off losing you, and it broke apart something really dark in him. Now, he loves it, loves being used and touched, reduced to nothing more than a toy. Toys don't have to think as they're being played with. It's the escape he needed. So I have you to thank for my toy." He nuzzled Rufus's long hair and whispered into his ear. "Your safeword is Freed's full name. I almost want to push your limits so I can hear you scream it. I'm curious what sort of face he'd make," he chuckled.
Laxus glared at him. "Hey!"
Orga pulled away and flopped back onto their love seat. "That's enough for round one. My toy may sit on the ground next to me."
Rufus immediately covered his genitals and collapsed at Orga's feet. A huge hand landed on his head, and Orga stroked down his blond hair, soothing away the humiliation. Rufus leaned into him, looking happy and relaxed.
Laxus now stood up and walked over to Freed. That angel outfit really suited him, and to be able to show Freed off like this again, even to a small group, really warmed Laxus up inside. His finger trailed along the straps stretched over Freed's chest, making sure nothing was tight.
"Do you need any help adjusting it?"
"No, master. I managed on my own."
"Everything feel all right?"
A smile melted on Freed's face. "It feels amazing," he whispered.
"You liked that day," he purred deeply, and Freed nodded enthusiastically. "I'll be sure you like it this time too. Your task: show everyone that gorgeous cock cage."
Freed's eyes flitted past Laxus to the group.
Laxus called back to the others, "Look, don't touch." Then he waved at Freed to go forward, first to Gray and Natsu. Gulping but determined to be brave, Freed stepped forward.
Gray dropped to his knees to look at the design of the cage. Of course, Freed's penis was easily visible inside of it, but Gray truly was impressed by the cage itself.
"Is this solid gold?"
Laxus answered, "No. Stainless steel with 24K gold plating. Solid gold would be so heavy, it'd damage his balls."
"And the diamonds?"
Laxus smiled proudly. "Real, quarter carat each. Only the best for my angel."
Off to the side, Bob sighed and leaned over to Virgo. "The way he talks about Freed, you can really feel the love between them."
Almost emotionless, Virgo stated, "I wish I had a penis so I could wear something like that."
"Oh, genitals are just biology," the crossdresser said, puckering his bright red lips. "You could get gold and diamond nipple clamps."
Virgo's eyes lit up, and her hands began to shake with masochistic pleasure at the idea. "Tell me more."
"Oh, dear," he chuckled, and he slyly told her, "I charge for that."
"I'll pay!"
"Not until we're off the clock, sweetie."
Back over with the group of party-goers, Freed walked over to Rogue and Sting. They both tried their hardest not to look, feeling awkward by the closeup nudity. Watching a show was one thing, but being presented with something to gaze upon bordered on uncomfortable. Realizing this was unwanted, Freed moved on to Orga.
He saw Freed with his face calm, as if there was nothing more Freed could want in the world than to have people admire the cage his master had put him in, these bits of metal that were the only things shielding his penis from full view.
Freed glanced down at Rufus, whose face had exploded in solid crimson, wanting to look, turning away sharply, peeking again, biting his lips in agony, while his legs curled up to hide that he was getting even more aroused. Freed decided not to look directly at him—he was still processing the news that Rufus had a crush on him for four years—and instead looked at Orga.
"Your slave makes eye contact," Orga said to Laxus.
"Because you're not his master. I am."
Orga humphed and looked down to the caged dick. "You're a good size, slave. Isn't he, my toy? Come on, look."
He grabbed Rufus by the hair and pulled him over sharply. Somehow, Rufus managed not to cry out, but Freed flinched, knowing how much that must have hurt his scalp. Now, Rufus' face was right next to Freed's cage, and he looked agonized, being able to see him in a way far beyond any nightly fantasy of his, yet realizing he was someone else's to play with.
"From one toy to another," Orga said, stroking Rufus' hair where his pulling had hurt, "tell Freed your opinion of this cage … and of the cock inside."
Gray butted in, "Hey, that's a command to your sub. Save that for the next round."
"Okay, okay. Formulate your answer while you wait, my brilliant toy." Freed began to turn away, but Orga grabbed him by the wrist. "I didn't say you could go."
Laxus barked out, "Hands off!" He was ready to bolt to his boyfriend's side, but Freed held his own, calmly turning back to them.
Orga looked at the cage, inspecting it closely, leaning in until his wild green hair brushed against Freed's stomach. He hummed heavily, and Freed flinched back. The air from Orga's nose had blown across his penis, and he felt slightly uncomfortable with that. Still, he did not back away from the inspection.
"Real diamonds, you say? How much did a beauty like this cost?"
"Enough," Laxus answered stiffly. He really felt Freed had paid too much for a simple sex device.
Orga twisted his head down to look at the underside. "No catheter? How boring!"
Freed choked up, remembering their experiment with a catheter.
Then suddenly, Orga grabbed the cage and lifted it. Freed felt the heat of his hand, and as the cage lifted, it yanked at the ring around his testicles. He could not pull away; Orga literally had him by the balls.
"Hey!" Laxus was over in a flash, one hand crushing Orga's wrist, forcing him to let go, while his other hand pulled Freed back. "I said no touching."
"I wanted to see if it was an ergonomic base ring."
"Then ask! Don't touch!" Laxus kept an arm around Freed's shoulder as he pulled him over to their couch. "Are you okay?" he asked privately.
"Thank you," he whispered, finding himself breathing hard. "I'll be fine."
"Let me know if you need to skip the next round."
"I'm okay," he assured. Then he bit his lip and chuckled with a blush. "This … is fun."
Laxus relaxed at hearing him enjoying himself, even if it was pushing their limits. No … probably because it was pushing limits. "If you want to be touched, or to touch others, warn me."
Freed's mouth dropped as he looked up into those electric blue eyes. Did he want to be touched? He glanced over to Rufus. Orga said he let other men play with his sub, and Rufus apparently really liked being used by others. Could he enjoy something like that, other hands touching him, other men being pleasured by him? His stomach twisted at the idea.
No … no, it didn't sound pleasurable at all.
He much preferred Laxus' possessive, protective side that raged at anyone daring to touch him. That made him feel loved, coveted, and safe. He leaned into Laxus as he was guided back to their couch, and they sat down side by side. Laxus kept one hand on Freed's leg, as if to assure him that he was still protected even here, on their own couch, away from the hands of others.
Freed sank in happiness, and the thrill of this sensual game was starting to plunge him into a dizzying, wondrous place.
What would Laxus ask him to do next?
Next Chapter: "Next Round"
A/N: I do not own "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC, or "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard.
Audio Drama: https://chirb.it/C0zdwh
When I finished writing what was supposed to be Chapter 67, it was 32k words long. That's 78 pages, a new record for me for "longest chapter ever" and way too much for me to proofread without going insane. The audio drama I did was over four hours long, and got edited back to 2 hours, 52 minutes. That's an epic Hollywood movie! It took about a week to record, edit, compile sound effects, etc., and was a pain because it uses 9 voices, not just 2. (I kept forgetting that I gave Rufus a British accent, so he sounds weird.)
I'd rather give you lots of doses of Fraxus all through the summer, rather than 78-pages to binge-read and leave you all hanging for two months. See, summer is my busiest time as a musician, I'll be spending the first week of August in Canada touring with my band, and the last 10 days of August, I'm performing at the Oregon State Fair. Between those two mega commitments, I have 10 performances scattered throughout the Pacific Northwest. So my summer is a solid wall of activity ... which is GOOD but makes writing hard. By splitting that mega-chapter into multiple long (but digestible) chapters, you get updates as soon as I finish proofreading the next segment, and a summer full of Fraxus!
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