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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 69
More Than Just a Lick
Laxus' words seemed to echo through the room.
"I wanna throat-fuck him."
Beside the blond, Freed gazed up, looking stunned, confused, and more than a little hurt, yet he said held back protests. Laxus had asked Freed to trust him, and he was determined to do so. All the others in the group also looked stunned by Laxus' declaration, all but Orga, whose smile took on real amusement now.
"Perfect," Orga said, his voice low and thundering with delight. "Well, toy, warm up your face. I've seen this guy's dick. You have quite a challenge ahead of you."
Rufus looked over at Freed with some sadness. He saw the stunned, hurt expression that the green-haired man now tried to mask with professional comportment that Rufus, too, had been forced to master by his elite family. Still, he obeyed Orga's command. He had a task to do, and so he first crawled over to Sting, who was closest to him.
Sting shrugged and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his cock and beckoned Rufus to come over. "Before it gets cold and shrinks." Rufus smiled at being ordered and gave a slow lick all along the full length. Sting blushed and quickly tucked his cock back away. "Well, this party is turning out to be way more than I paid for." He saw Rogue starting to pull his zipper down and panic. "Wait, no!"
Orga's eyes narrowed. "I thought you were okay with this."
"I am, but … I…" He leaned into Rogue's ear. "Don't let them see your dick."
His mouth dropped, and he looked around as if just realizing others were around. "Oh shit, right."
"Now I'm curious," Gray said with a grin. "Is it huge?"
"No … yes…" Sting looked flustered. "It's fine, a good size, just…" He looked around the condo frantically. "Kitchen! Do it in the kitchen."
Rogue stepped away and motioned Rufus to follow all the way into the kitchen. The group watched as he hid behind the counter, and they heard him unzip his fly.
A second later Rufus cried out. "Whoa!"
Gray stretched his neck up, as if he could see over the counter. "Is it that impressive?"
Rogue grumbled, "Lick it, get it over with."
Meanwhile, Sting's eyes were tight and his brow pinched. "Hey, big green dude, your toy, he's … sorta elite, right?"
"Sure is," answered Orga. "Rich as fuck. His family owns majority stock in Sabertooth Enterprises."
"What?" both Sting and Rogue shouted at the same time.
"Oh shit," Sting whispered in horror.
Rogue, with his dick still out, knelt in front of Rufus and grabbed his collar. "You! How close are you to the CEO of Sabertooth?"
"What?" Rufus gasped, almost getting choked.
Sting ran into the kitchen and slid down beside him. "Do you know what that means?" he asked, pointed to Rogue's cock.
"Idiot! If you point it out, he'll look it up."
Sting grabbed Rufus' hair and yanked his head toward him. "Let me tell you something, you little shit. If you mention my name to anyone, you won't wake up until you're at the bottom of a lake."
Orga stood up and took a step forward. "Problem?" he shouted, mad at hearing the threats toward his toy.
Sting looked over to Rogue. "Get that tucked in!" he whispered fiercely. Rogue fixed his pants while Sting turned back to Rufus. "I'm serious. Like Vegas: what happens here stays here. Never say my name to anyone at Sabertooth, or even in public."
Rufus shouted back, "I don't even know your name. Sting, Rogue? Those can't be real names. And I don't know your last names."
"You forget about those first names, and don't you dare try looking me up online."
Rufus' green eyes narrowed suspiciously at the two bikers. "What's your connection to Sabertooth?"
Sting and Rogue looked at one another, and Sting sighed. "Let's just say I … work there," he said, glaring hard.
"Oh," Rufus muttered, and he chuckled softly. "I get it. Don't worry. I wouldn't want to cost you your job."
Sting snorted a laugh. "Yeah, sure. Wouldn't want that to happen." He stood up and saw Orga glaring daggers at him. "Sorry about roughing him up."
"What's your business with Sabertooth?" Orga asked coldly.
Sting lifted his chin defiantly. "What's it to you?"
"His father hired me to be his bodyguard. His safety, and that of the company, is my business."
Laxus turned to Freed. "See, why can't your father hire me to be your bodyguard?"
He hushed Laxus to be quiet.
Orga watched as Rogue and Rufus came around the corner of the kitchen. "And his dick? Why does he have to hide it?"
Sting grinned playfully at Rogue. "Fuckin' rad tattoo."
Rogue laughed and shook his head. This was obviously a private joke between them.
Gray shivered. "Ugh! How can anyone get their dick tattooed?"
They took their seats again, and Sting leaned into Rogue. "Oooooh shit," he sighed. "Rogue … ugh, sorry, but I need you to hold me."
Rogue nodded in understanding and wrapped his arms around him. "No problem."
"I don't like scares," Sting mumbled.
"It's safe," Rogue assured quietly, rubbing Sting's arms.
"Well, toy," Orga said, settling back down. "Continue."
Rufus crawled across the floor and over to Natsu and Gray. Natsu still looked unsure, but Gray had somehow stripped off the last of his clothes, sitting on the couch fully nude and stroking his cock with a smug glint in his eyes.
"Wait, when did he take his underwear off?" Freed asked in confusion. Gray had just been wearing it a moment ago.
Gray was already mostly erect as he told Rufus, "More than just a lick, I'll allow you one full suck."
"Gray," Natsu whispered.
His stormy blue eyes turned over to his boyfriend. "You know I like this."
Natsu bit back his protests and nodded in reluctant agreement.
Gray stroked Natsu's head to show him that he was not being disloyal just because he enjoyed doing things in front of others. Natsu knew his boyfriend had his quirks, and although it took time to accept Gray for how he was, he knew he would not want him any other way. Once Gray saw Natsu's shoulders loosen up, he looked back to Rufus, still stroking himself and seeming to get even more aroused at the thought of doing this in front of a group.
He spread his thighs, beckoning Rufus to crawl between them, and finally let go of his arousal. "Go on."
Orga hollered over, "Work that jaw, toy. You still have Laxus to contend with."
Rufus crawled between Gray's legs. With a small lick to moisten his lips, he opened his mouth and slid down onto Gray's cock. Natsu could not watch, but did not tell him to stop. He had known from the beginning that Gray enjoyed sexual acts with anyone, and emotions like love never came into it, not until he met Natsu. Even then, he enjoyed letting his body be pleasured by others, and to use his body to titillate groups of people. They had compromised that Gray could only do that if Natsu was present and consented. Natsu wanted to Gray to enjoy his kink, but still, he could never actually watch.
Once Rufus was as deep as hitting the back of his throat, he began to pull back. Suddenly, Gray grabbed his head.
"Where do you think you're going? That wasn't a full suck."
He pushed Rufus back down, making him take it more, until Rufus gagged and had to relax his throat to go even deeper. The erect cock plunged in. His eyes watered up, but he managed to press his mouth deeper, deeper, all the way to Gray's pubic hairs.
"Shit," Rogue said, his mouth dropped open and his hand over between Sting's thighs, unconsciously palming him.
"Hey, stop that," Sting warned softly, although he did not pull Rogue's hand away.
"Better," said Gray. "Now, suck all the way off." Gray let go of his blond hair, and Rufus pulled back enough to breathe again. Then he hollowed his cheeks as he gave Gray a long, slow suck. Gray made no sound, but his jaw trembled with pleasure.
"Oh, shit!" Rogue whispered even more fervidly.
Laxus glanced over at the two bikers. "Stop rubbing his dick. If he comes in his pants, I'll kick you out and charge you the full cost of catering."
Rufus finally pulled completely back, licked his lips, and looked up to Gray, seeking approval.
Gray smirked in amusement. "Go on, now. Time for you to lick my pet."
"Gray," Natsu warned.
"Give it a shot. If you don't like it, we won't ever do it again."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine," he grumbled, showing he was not amused by this like Gray was.
"Hold on." Gray reached over and stroked Natsu vigorously. "Otherwise, it's too easy."
"Gray!" he yelped, looking down at the rapid wrist in horror. "N-No…"
He spoke calmly while stroking. "Natsu, I'm gonna push your limits in the ways we talked about."
"Here?" he squeaked.
"Yes. Safeword is Avalanche."
Natsu threw his head back as he whimpered, but still, he allowed Gray to stroke him. This made Rogue react so strongly, Sting had to grab his hand away from his crotch.
Gray stopped and pulled back with a smug smile. "There!"
Natsu was now fully erect, and his scarf had bunched up, unable to hide it anymore. They could all see his entire length. He could not open his eyes, too ashamed to have others see him.
"Shit!" Sting gawked. "I thought they only came that long in pornos."
Gray leaned into Natsu's bright red ear. "Remember, you have the power to stop this."
"I know," he said, but his voice trembled.
"Be a good pet. I'll make sure you get plenty of treats afterward, and a nice bowl of milk."
Natsu nodded, but he still looked beyond humiliated.
Rufus was kneeling in front of him, staring at the lengthy erection in wide-eyed awe.
"Look at that!" Gray said in amusement. "Like a cute little chipmunk who wants your nuts. Well, chipmunk," he said, leaning into Rufus and swiping his finger over his lips, "you have to fit all of his branch before you can get to his nuts."
Rufus' lip trembled at Gray's touch, both in uncertainty and deep desire to try it. He gulped hard and massaged his throat, readying it for the task. Then he opened his mouth.
Gray smiled, enthralled, as he watched Natsu tense up and hold back a whimper at the feel of Rufus' lips sliding down across him. They could all see when he hit the back of his throat, as Rufus paused and took a deep breath. Then he angled his head and tried to go down. He managed a little, but not deep at all. He grunted and pulled back off.
The blond looked up to Gray. "Sorry, but can he lie down? He's … it's a bit too long for my throat to do it at this angle."
"Of course. Kitty, down! Belly up."
Natsu was breathing in shaky gasps, but he slowly slid to the floor and lay flat over the carpet. Rufus immediately straddled him, and Natsu gasped as suddenly balls were right in his face.
Orga called out, "You can lick his ass while it's there, kitty."
Natsu shook his head and slammed his eyes shut.
At that angle, Rufus was able to slide down easier, with the stiff erection going down his throat. He was glad Natsu at least had a normal girth, so it did not strain his throat too much. Still, he had to pull back as he ran out of air, but he tried it again, sliding down. Natsu moaned loudly as his cock entered the hot, wet, tight space.
"Oh shit, oh shit!" Rogue whispered, sneering as he pressed on his groin.
Laxus grumbled, "If you're gonna jizz, go to your car."
Rufus was almost all the way, but he could not make the last length. He hurt, his eyes were watering, and he had to stop. Suddenly, a hand slammed his head down, and he gagged while Natsu howled.
"All the way down," Gray said sadistically. He forced Rufus' head all the way until his nose smashed into Natsu's ball sack. "There you go. In deep, isn't it? Can you take in his balls too?"
Rufus shook his head, clawing at the carpet in a desperate need to escape.
"No? Then keep it there. Tap out when you can't handle it."
Rufus struggled with lack of air, choking around Natsu's cock, but Gray's hand kept him pinned down. After just a few seconds, his hand slapped the ground urgently. Gray pulled him up, and Rufus gasped so hard, he choked on saliva and had to lean over to cough it out.
Gray left Rufus to cough out the pain, and he pulled Natsu up into his arms. The poor guy looked close to tears, so Gray held him tenderly and stroked his pink hair. "That is why I don't even attempt to deep throat you." He comforted Natsu more as he watched him carefully, especially the pinch between his brows. Gray's concern increased. "Are you okay?"
He nodded but could not talk. His eyes stayed slammed shut. As a bit of saliva slid down his erection, Natsu cringed and looked sickened.
"A tissue, someone. The chipmunk drooled on my kitty."
Virgo hurried over with a napkin in her hands. "May I be punished by cleaning him?"
"Yeah, sure. Just don't stroke him off."
A sly gleam lit her eyes. "Will you punish me if I do?" she asked hopefully.
"Worse." Gray leaned forward and sneered, "I'll pleasure you."
She looked horrified. "N-No, master! I'll only clean him, master."
Gray smirked as Virgo got to work wiping Natsu dry. He stroked Natsu's hair, content to pet him like a cat. "I should let you bite that chipmunk for making a mess."
"Oh, please do," Orga urged.
"Maybe after my kitty is dry." He slid up onto the couch and reached over to where he left the little box of treats. "Here you go," he said, shaking a few candies into Natsu's eagerly waiting hands. "You were a good kitty," he praised.
Natsu purred and rubbed his head against Gray's legs. He looked up sleepily to Virgo. "Belly rub?"
Gray ordered Virgo. "Pet his belly."
"Yes, master," she said eagerly. She rubbed Natsu's taut abdomen. "Good kitty," she praised, which made him look wonderfully content.
Rufus had to massage out his throat before he could move on. It hurt, and then he realized that next was Laxus. Orga had warned him about the scar-faced man, and now he was worried. Laxus was glaring at him, and it made Rufus shrink down, instinctively sensing the dominance in this man and the immensity of the sadistic side in him. It was not the same as Orga, but he worried that it might be far stronger.
"Gotta admit, watching you choke on Natsu turned me off. Slave," he said, and Freed sat up, prepared to obey. "Stroke me 'til I'm hard."
Freed pursed his lips, not liking the idea, but he replied, "If it pleases you, master." He reached over and rubbed Laxus' groin, enticing him. He shot an irritated glare at Rufus. "My master is gifting you a very precious thing. You better not dishonor it."
Laxus caressed Freed's hair. "It's okay, slave. Trust your master."
"I do, fully and with my life," Freed said without hesitation.
"Good slave. My only slave." He tipped Freed's chin up and looked straight into his eyes. "Only you, got it?"
He nodded, understanding the unspoken words. "Yes, master."
"Look at me," he ordered, holding Freed's gaze until it felt like they were the only two people in the room, just them, with the sounds around them fading into the distance. "Unzip me. Keep rubbing until you're satisfied with your job."
Freed nodded, slid between Laxus' legs, and pulled his zipper down. As Laxus sat imposingly on the couch, Freed reached into the flap of the boxers and eased the fabric away, carefully pulling out the long, thick cock. He cradled it jealously in his hands and stroked it more, wanting—yes, wanting—everyone to see it in its fully glory.
Laxus kept his eyes completely on Freed. Just having him rub was not enough. He needed to see that it was Freed. He wanted to get hard so Freed could show him off. He wanted to humiliate this man who had dared tried to flirt with his boyfriend. He ignored the crowd, focused purely on Freed, stroking his hair, rubbing across the angelic wings, caressing around the collar. Freed's eyes flitted up, and Laxus hissed.
Shit, he looked fuckable. He saw in those glinting eyes that Freed truly wanted to do this. As much as he might hate the idea of others seeing Laxus, touching him, even putting their mouth on him, deep down, some part of Freed really wanted this.
And more than anything, Laxus wanted to give it to him.
Once the shaft was thick and erect, Freed leaned over, giving it a kiss on the tip. then his turquoise eyes flitted up, filled with anticipation.
"I hope I pleased you, master."
"Always," he whispered. "Now, show him what's yours."
Freed shot another scathing look at Rufus, then he pulled his hands away and moved back up to the couch, letting everyone else see.
There was a collective gasp throughout the group. Still getting his belly rubbed, Natsu watched and whispered, "No wonder he never showed it at the South Pole Club."
Rogue smiled to himself. "I knew I felt a monster in those pants."
Sting looked over in curiosity, but then an old memory returned to him. "That's right, you hired him for a lap dance once. That was a long time ago."
Rogue chuckled quietly and nodded. "It was my first lap dance."
Sting's mouth dropped in shock. "No shit! He was your first." Sting looked back over to Laxus. "Damn, now I wish I had hired him."
On his knees in front of the thunder god, Rufus stared at the mighty erection and trembled, shaking his head. How? How was he supposed to fit that into his mouth? After what happened with Natsu, who was merely long, the solid staff in front of him felt like a doomed challenge.
Laxus pulled one of Freed's hands back over to him, urging him to keep stroking in order to keep himself hard. Freed smugly did, glaring down at Rufus as he trembled in fear before his master. Deep inside, this feeling of imperiousness was something Freed realized he had been needing. Merely having Laxus as his master was not enough. Hiding him away in a condo was not right! He wanted the whole world to gaze in awe at his master, his Thunder God, his Thor.
"Wanna know something … toy?" Laxus asked, spitting out that title like it was dirt. "No one has ever been able to fit this cock into their throat, no one but Freed. Surely, you can do something Freed can do."
Freed glanced up to Laxus, trying to read his face. Why make that claim when Freed had been the first and only person to even attempt to do that? There was a reason he was going this far. What was it? Why would he show his penis to all these people? Why was he goading Rufus into sucking him? Freed was not happy at the thought of another man even touching his master, let alone something this intimate, yet Laxus was challenging Rufus…
No … he was punishing Rufus. Freed saw it glinting in Laxus' eyes.
Rufus instantly went from intimidated to determined, set to once again beat Freed at a task. In university, he had worked hard and ended up first in his class, beating Freed and barely beating the child genius, Mavis. He would show Freed again. He was the best toy. He could do anything Freed Justine could do.
Rufus relaxed his throat and opened his mouth. Seeing him draw near, Freed's hand, languidly stroking Laxus, tensed up, but Laxus calmly pulled it away, gazing down coldly at the blond sub. Freed sat back, a possessive glare in his eyes as he bit back protests. Rufus spread his mouth wide enough for the tip, but he struggled to slide down. He leaned back, licked the corners of his mouth, and tried again. He managed to get the cock fully past his lips, but he looked in pain already. Freed could see the corners of his mouth stretching until the skin turned white.
His mouth simply was not wide enough. His lips were too narrow. He was hurting himself but still trying to obey. He managed to slide down, pausing where the cock hit the back of his throat.
"I dare you to take it down the throat," Laxus said darkly.
Rufus' eyes turned up, filled with conflicting emotions: anger, fear, resolve. He knew this was something he simply could not do, yet he was not about to lose to Freed. The determination kicked in, and he angled his neck.
Rogue reached over and grabbed Sting's crotch, palming him as he leaned forward to watch. "Shit, is he really gonna do it?"
Sting pulled Rogue's hand off. "Ouch, that hurts, bastard."
Rufus made an effort to plunge down, but he felt too much resistance. Asking Laxus to lie on the floor like Natsu had done was out of the question. He could request that of a sub, but not a dom. Instead, he changed his position, firmed up his face, and tried again. Still, after a few failed attempts to plunge down, he pulled back choking.
"Boring," Laxus muttered. "What a useless toy!"
That infuriated Rufus. He lifted up, angled his head in the best way possible, rubbed out his throat to stretch, took a deep breath, and then thrust Laxus' cock down into his mouth, slamming it to the back of his throat.
Laxus sneered. "Ow! What the fuck are you doing? Get in there or get off me."
Freed's hand flew forward, grabbed Rufus by the hair, and yanked him back, glaring at him as he snarled, "You're hurting my master."
"I can't do it!" Rufus shouted, looking ready to cry. "It's impossible."
Laxus scoffed and shook his head. "You need to train his throat, Orga."
On his couch, Orga scowled. "I did, with cucumbers."
"Try a fucking eggplant. Slave!" He caressed Freed's face. "Show him how it's done."
Freed felt both jealous and haughty. He glared at Rufus, still gasping for air as Freed held onto a handful of blond hair. He threw Rufus aside and shoved him away with his foot. Rufus pulled back and curled into a ball, looking up with disbelief. Was such a feat even possible?
Freed knelt in front of Laxus, but he saw the shine of spit on the cock.
"Master, if it pleases you, I do not want to taste another man's saliva."
"Nor do I want you to taste anything but my mouth and cock. Virgo!"
She was still rubbing Natsu's belly, but she sat up primly. "Yes, sir!"
"Give me a fresh napkin."
She hurried to her mini kitchen setup and ran back with a napkin. "May I be punished by cleaning you, sir?"
"Hell no. That's why I have a slave."
Freed took the napkin with a kind smile to Virgo, and he diligently wiped Laxus' cock dry. Once all the spit was removed, he began to clean it thoroughly with his tongue, licking all around and then wiping it away, letting his tongue wash off the offending saliva. Laxus watched him, his eyes lowered, focused on Freed's gentle mouth.
Rogue hissed and palmed himself. "Shit! Shit, that's hot."
Sting grabbed his hand. "Seriously, stop it."
Laxus glanced around. Hibiki was politely looking away. Bob was polishing a bottle in a way that was far too suggestive. Virgo was still standing nearby, her eyes eager to see more masochistic punishment. Gray was biting his finger as he watched in anticipation. Natsu looked almost in pain, erect again and looking like he was desperate to touch himself. Orga looked disappointed, like he had really hoped to see Rufus doing this, while to the side, Rufus was looking on with anger and curiosity. Could Freed actually do what he could not?
"You're putting on quite the show," he said quietly to Freed.
Turquoise eyes flitted up, and Freed's long eyelashes looked flirtatious. "Am I?" he asked with a self-satisfied smirk.
"Hell yeah," he whispered. "Show them." He stroked his fingers along Freed's jaw. "Show them all why you're my one and only slave. No … show them why you're my angel."
Freed gave Laxus a fiercely covetous look before taking the cock into his mouth and straight down, relaxing his throat and letting himself be filled as deep as he could go. Rufus' mouth dropped in awe. Natsu, Sting, and Bob all scurried over, wanting to see closer.
Natsu's eyes glistened in fascination. "My God, look at his throat."
"That's beautiful," sighed Bob.
"Do it again," Sting urged him. "I wanna see it go down."
Freed pulled up, feeling flustered as the three got in close, but Laxus merely laughed.
"You're good entertainment. I should put a mask on you and have our own Pornhub channel." He stroked Freed's hair. "Show them again."
Freed nodded obediently, took a deep breath, and let Laxus' cock slide on in, through his lips, over his tongue, to his throat, and with a tip up from his head, he plunged down.
"Holy shit!" Natsu exclaimed as Freed's throat thickened and spread to take the full girth.
Laxus stroked his hair. "My perfect cocksucker." Laxus laid his hand on Freed's head, pushing it down slightly. "Hold it there. Tap out."
Freed relaxed into a meditative calmness. People were watching, but he barely registered that. Laxus was showing him off. His perfect slave! He had already proved himself vastly superior to his biggest rival. Rufus was now whispering, "How … how?" Freed had never thought that sucking Laxus was a big deal. Yes, he was big—okay, monstrous—but he had simply always desired it, wanting to pleasure him in every way possible.
He heard Laxus' voice almost purring, "The only man who can do this."
Only him! Even if others tried, this cock was only his.
His throat spasmed. Although he was in a delightfully covetous place and barely registering anything, he felt dizziness growing. How long had he been like this, his airway blocked? He wanted to stay. He wanted to remain here, part of Laxus, his sheath, his slave, all his.
There was another spasm that jolted him out of subspace, and he felt his lungs fluttering, burning, needing air. No! He wanted to stay, with his throat pierced by Laxus' cock. He wanted to exist just like this. The rushing of blood pulsing in his ears, his burning pain in his lungs, the dizziness, the strain in his throat, the confinement of the cock cage, the tug of his wings, the pressure of his collar on a neck swollen with his lover's cock … all of it. He wanted to exist like this forever.
Two hands took the sides of his head and gently urged him to pull back. The cock slid through his throat, and Freed whimpered to feel it leave. He pulled back, and his lips tightened, protesting, trying to hold on. Rather than a gasp as the air surged into his lungs, it was a whine as the fuzzy edges of paradise sharpened back to reality.
His master was done with him. He needed to obey and pull off. He sucked on the cock as he withdrew to make sure it was not too wet with his saliva, and when finally his lips were past the tip and could close again, he felt a hand on his head. He looked up, and gentle blue eyes were smiling proudly at him.
"If I stay in there much longer, I'll be pouring cum down your throat."
"Please," he whispered, dizzy and still in paradise.
"Later." Laxus' eyes shifted to the side to where Rufus stared in disbelief. "You choked on Natsu's cock and could barely fit mine past your lips. Maybe you should settle for sub-par dicks for the rest of your life. You'd never be able to please a man like me." His arms wrapped around Freed, holding him jealously. "You're nothing compared to my slave."
"Enough," Orga warned. "I don't want you to break my toy. Continue!"
"He's done," Laxus said, placing Freed to the side, since he was still dazed. Laxus wiped his cock with the napkin and tucked himself back away, handing the used napkin to Virgo. She took it away, but smelled it deeply when no one was looking.
Orga smirked. "He has one more to go." His sharp eyes turned to Freed.
Laxus looked over. Freed was still catching his breath and lost in subspace. "No! Freed's cock off limits. I caged it for a reason, you ass."
Freed looked up, the world hazy, but he sensed that Laxus was fighting to protect him. He smiled down at the golden cage. He was hard inside, the lack of air had given him an erection, but he was shielded, protected, captured, belonging to one man alone.
Orga folded his arms. "Well, if not his cock, what can my toy play with? He needs to finish his challenge. He could suck on his tongue—"
"His mouth it off limits too."
"What about if he kisses his ass? I heard you earlier, saying you'd love to see your slave's rival reduced to kissing his ass."
Laxus was quiet, and Freed looked up to him. He was still floating on the high, but he sensed he was being discussed. Words made no sense. Only Laxus' voice mattered. Only his master.
Laxus looked down to him, and Freed felt a surging need to obey everything he said. Instead of a command, though, it was a question.
"Are you okay with that?"
Freed was confused. What was the discussion? Kissing … ass? Blinking and trying to pull himself a little out of the fogginess, he looked over to Rufus, kneeling on the floor. Rufus … kissing his ass? Freed let out a small, smug laugh.
"Sounds appropriate."
Laxus stroked his green head, and Freed looked back up to him. Laxus was a little worried. Freed was obviously still in a good place, and he wondered if his response was due to that.
"If you don't like it, tell me," he said firmly.
Freed nodded, and then he got up, presenting his ass to Rufus. Freed looked around his shoulder.
"Kiss my ass, bitch."
Gray laughed briefly in amusement.
Rufus crawled closer, gazing at those perfect butt cheeks. His face went pink as he leaned over to them, and he saw, between the dark cleft of the two creamy white mounds, the puckered star that once he would have loved to plunge into.
It was so unfair! He had wanted Freed for so long, but he lost him, lost him to a man he could not compete with, a man he could not even pleasure, let alone match in any way that would satisfy Freed. It was so unfair that now, this prize he wanted to win was right in front of him, but the cage he could barely see from this angle meant he belonged to another man.
With unshed tears in his heart, Rufus leaned over and placed the most gentle kiss he could to Freed's butt. This was all he was allowed to give to him now.
"Give his other cheek a kiss," Orga commanded.
Yes, just one more! A single kiss was not enough for the years he spent suffering with his unrequited love, telling himself that studying was more important than dating. He gave another kiss, feeling like maybe he could express to Freed how sorry he was that it was not him in his life, that he had waited too long, never told him his feelings.
"Again, in the middle."
Yes, again! Rufus never wanted to stop peppering kisses to Freed's perfect body. He wanted to touch—oh, how he wanted to touch this angel—but he was nothing more than a toy looking upon something divine.
"Now, lick his ass."
"Hey!"
"Let Freed decide if it's too much."
"Freed is in subspace."
"I can tell. Let him decide."
An argument? Over him? No, over Freed. Perfect Freed Justine! His owner was torturing him, telling him to indulge in the one man he was unable to have.
"Lick him."
His hands reached forward, but he hesitated. Could he really touch this angelic creature? He wanted to! Softly, filled with awe, his fingers landed on Freed's smooth skin. He felt the warmth, felt muscles flinch at his touch, and saw the haunches tighten.
He wanted it!
He gently spread the two cheeks and saw the puckered star. Even that looked perfect to him.
But if Freed could fill his throat with Laxus' cock, that also meant this place…
How could he spread wide enough to fit a penis like that? It was superhuman! It was … perfection.
And he was granted the privilege to view perfection, to honor it, to kiss it.
"If you're gonna do it, hurry up."
Not his owner's voice. Freed's master. He hated to think that Freed had a master. He should be the master. Him!
But really … who could master such perfection?
His tongue reached forward, and he licked over Freed's hole. He felt the haunches tremble, and he licked again. This was bliss! It was ambrosia! To touch this man, to smell him, to taste him. He could not stop now. His mouth dived in, and his tongue pressed, wanting him, wanting to show Freed that he too could pleasure him. His mouth was small, but his tongue was strong. He could do this much, if it pleased him. Freed could have Laxus as a master, but still be the master over him. He could be the toy for a slave.
Freed's toy!
Let me be your toy!
A massive hand grabbed him by the hair and painfully ripped him away. Murderous eyes blazed right in his face, and a low voice rumbled out, "I have half a mind to beat you senseless. Don't you dare take pleasure in him!"
"No," he begged, wanting more, so much more, wanting Freed, and no pain would stop him. Yet as he struggled to return to his angel, strands of hair ripped out and tears of frustration came to his eyes. "Let me be his toy. Just a toy."
"You're unworthy of him."
Rufus froze in the midst of his struggles, and in that instant something shattered. He looked up into those stern blue eyes and realized…
Laxus was right. He was nothing but an imperfect toy.
Unworthy. Not even good enough to be the toy to a slave.
His chest convulsed as he crumbled inside.
"Come here, toy."
That was his owner's voice now, and his hair was released. Rufus sank back onto his heels, staring blankly ahead.
The angel was gone, wrapped up in the arms of the Thunder God. Laxus was talking to Freed, making sure he was okay, and called for Virgo to bring another napkin. He tenderly wiped Freed's ass, clearing away the wetness from Rufus' tongue.
Nothing of him would be left behind. He was unworthy of this slave … no, of this angel!
Yes, these two deserve one another. Divine perfection! They're not for the likes of a flawed toy like me.
Rufus dropped his head in dejection, but just then he saw a hand extend out. He looked over at that rough but inviting hand, over bulging arms that had protected him through his darkest time, and up into a face that was firm but gentle, offering him sanctuary and protection. Glad to have such a man as his refuge and rock, he crawled back.
My owner! How can he enjoy an imperfect, useless toy like me? I'm weak, incompetent, damaged, defective…
"Hold my cock in your mouth for the remainder of the game."
Rufus looked up in astonishment. Wait, am I useful?
Orga's massive hand stroked along his jaw, and his sharp eyes gave him confidence. "I like your mouth. It's so tight."
Rufus almost broke apart with a smile. Useful!
"Don't suck it, just keep it warm."
He nodded eagerly. He was flawed, but he was useful. He might have failed against the Thunder God and was inferior to the Green Angel, but he was still good to play with. Just a toy, occasionally useful for some diversion.
Rufus settled between Orga's legs. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his limp cock. The blond happily put the flaccid penis into his mouth. He sighed, feeling deep relief that someone wanted to play with him.
Orga stroked the long, smooth hair, straightening out a few strands that had been pulled and manhandled. "You nearly broke there, toy. Don't do that again."
He hummed, happy that he was good enough to be used.
"And don't hum. Toys are silent."
Yes. Silent. Toys don't talk and don't move unless someone plays with them. Then he just had to move wherever the person playing with him wanted, and he did not have to think about anything but being a fun toy to make someone else happy. It was the perfect escape!
Gray let out a sigh as the tension eased away in the group. "Well, that was a bit more intense than what I thought this game would be. I hope everyone is okay."
Rogue was still breathing hard. "That was fuckin' awesome. You need to invite us to more of your parties."
Laxus held Freed and stroked his arms. His ass was dry, but the poor man still looked devastated, like he had been violated. Laxus was truly worried about him now, and the only thing holding Laxus back from punching both Orga and Rufus into bloody piles was the fact that Freed needed to be held and refused to let go. Laxus sighed out his rage, and caressed Freed's hair.
"Are you okay?"
Shaking inside, Freed whispered. "Don't ever make me do that again."
"Hell no!" he sighed, cuddling Freed close to him, not even caring that everyone was watching. He felt so upset at himself for not protecting Freed better. He rested his lips on Freed's forehead. "No one pleasures you but me."
"Only you," he whispered, trembling slightly. He felt Laxus kissing his head, over and over, and his limbs relaxed.
"He'll be fine," Laxus told the rest of the group, who were all watching Freed with worry.
"Shall we go on?" asked Gray, and he looked over specifically to Laxus, since it was their turn but Freed still looked dazed.
"Yeah," Laxus said, stroking Freed's hair. "My angel was in heaven before all that." His lips curled into a devious, sensual, promising smile. "I wanna send him back there."
Freed looked up at him, and he shook to his core in fear and anticipation of what was to come next. The word "Master" moved silently on his trembling lips, and his whole soul was enraptured by his Thunder God: the only man who could make the Green Angel fly back to heaven.
Next Chapter: "Say My Name"
A/N: What Rufus did was really wrong, but to be fair, he was slipping away into subspace, and you can easily forget about things when you're like that. It's why couples have safewords, because you might do something the other person doesn't want, and not even be aware of it, so safewords anchor you back into reality and force you to stop an unwanted act.
Laxus' reaction was also not proper, as shocking a sub can have psychological repercussions and even lead to physical issues, as the chemicals in the brain shift too sharply from pleasure to fear, leading to depression. Orga managed to stabilize Rufus, and Laxus is preparing to stabilize Freed.
This is why limits need to be established when you do anything with a new partner, even a minor partner swap like this... because it can easily end up being "more than just a lick."
Also... Chapter 69, of course I had cock sucking and ass licking.
Audio Drama is HOT: chirb.it/NdvbBF
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