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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 7

Sparks Inside

Freed watched with interest as Laxus connected cords to the black butt plug, as well as attaching metal clasps to six disk-shaped pads. It looked complicated, with clamps and cords all over the bed like a sci-fi experiment.
"Have you ever done this before?" he asked worriedly.
"Yes," was all Laxus said.
"I … I see," he muttered. He guessed it was a client, so he did not want to ask more.
"If you really don't like it, we can stop," Laxus assured him. Then he looked up with a sparkle in his eyes. "But I think you'll love it."
Freed was happy that Laxus wanted to please him, but he still felt worried about this strange form of sexual pleasure. "Is it safe?"
"Even if I turn it to the highest setting, it won't kill you. Remember, these things were originally designed for medicinal use. Now, lie back. It took longer to set up than I thought, so I'm going to prep you again." He walked over to where he had removed the latex gloves and pulled them back on.
"Why gloves?" Freed asked.
"I'm touching your ass. Do you think I want your shit under my fingernails?"
"O-Oh," he stuttered, feeling embarrassed for asking.
"It's just a safety precaution," Laxus explained as he drizzled lube onto the glove's fingers. "If I were to accidentally scratch you inside, it could get infected. If I have a hangnail—which I do right now—it could get germs in the wound, and my whole finger would swell up. This is just safer and cleaner."
"I get it," he whispered. Again, Laxus knew so much, whereas he had never had someone else touch his genitals before.
Laxus' free hand stroked back Freed's hair. "Relax," he said gently.
Freed felt a finger squeeze in. Again, he flinched at first, but the stroking on his head and the soothing gaze in Laxus' eyes calmed him.
"Very good," Laxus praised. "More?"
"Yes … um, if it pleases you, master."
"It does," he said. "More than I like to admit."
Freed looked up in surprise, but just then a second finger wiggled in, stretching with just a little pain.
"Relax into it. Loosen up. Just relax and let me do the work."
Freed leaned back, breathing through the discomfort. He felt cold liquid as Laxus applied more lube. Then slowly, being gentle, Laxus began to slide his fingers back and forth.
"Ah … ahhhhhh!" Freed cried out, arching at the pleasure.
"Yes, you're gonna love this," Laxus chuckled.
"I'm … oh God … hurt me. Somehow. Please!" Freed screamed as he felt the beginnings of a surging sensation.
Laxus yanked Freed's legs apart with his free hand and bit deeply into the inner thigh. Freed screamed at the pain, and the sensation of needing to ejaculate faded.
Laxus looked down at the teeth marks in Freed's pale thigh. "Ooh, that's gonna leave a bruise. Sorry about that."
"No," Freed panted. "It worked."
"Pain helps, huh?" Laxus asked with intense amusement.
Freed nodded. "It stops it."
"Normally for masochists, pain makes it more intense."
"It is intense. Too intense. It backfires and makes me stop feeling like I have to come fast."
"Masturbated a lot as a kid, huh?"
Freed blushed, looked aside, and mumbled, "Probably no more than normal boys."
"I bet you whacked off three times a day."
"N-No! Well, not every day."
"Once a day?"
"Um … maybe … once or twice?"
"Every fucking day? Damn! Do you know how often I jerked off? Take a guess."
"I … I dunno."
"Guess!" he barked.
Freed gulped hard. "Every other day?"
"You wish! In high school, probably once a week, if even that often. After high school, way less than that. I once went a year and didn't need it. It's been a lot more lately, though," he said casually as he added a third finger. Freed jolted under him with a shuddering cry. "Maybe three months ago, the need really began to increase. I started to watch a lot more porn to take care of things. Now, maybe twice a week I'm stroking off to BondageBox and Wasteland-dot-com. I'm not sure why it's increasing. After tonight, I might end up as horny as you. Twice a day! Shit! You really are one perverted rich boy."
Freed felt ashamed by the humiliation of his insults … and he loved it! "I … I don't do it that often nowadays," he protested.
"When was your last time?"
Freed hesitated on telling him, blushing fiercely and looking aside.
"Tell me!" Laxus twisted his fingers inside, getting Freed to cry out.
"I-I did before … before coming to the sh-show," he confessed.
"Really now? Do you always do that?"
"I … y-yes."
"And I bet you would have whacked off after the show tonight too. Am I right?"
"I … I don't come to the club all the time."
"I know how often you come, Greenie. I see you in the audience."
Freed gasped softly. "You do? You've seen me?"
"You're avoiding the issue." Laxus leaned in close, almost nose to nose. "How often do you masturbate?"
Freed shuddered as he felt like he was being interrogated. "N-Normally … I don't know. Mornings, in the shower. Sometimes, if my roommate is watching porn, we'll watch together, although he likes stuff I don't. Or if he's out, I watch my stuff on the internet."
"Gay porn?"
"Y-Yes."
"BDSM?"
Freed cringed down in shame. "Y-Yes."
"Every night?"
"Not every. Well, it's been more since I … I…" His words faded away.
"Since when?"
He bit his lower lip. "Since … Since I saw you. At the club. I went just to see what it was like. I was gonna leave after the first dancer, but then … then you came out."
"Did you fantasize over me?"
Freed choked on a word.
"Tell me!" Laxus shouted, and he thrust his fingers in harder.
"Y-Yes!" he cried out.
Laxus backed his fingers away to ease off the pain, and he stroked gently, soothing away the punishment with rewarding pleasure. "What did you think about?" He watched with amusement as Freed squirmed and looked ashamed. "Tell me. What did I do to you in your fantasies?"
"Th-This."
"Fingering you?"
"Y-Yes."
"What else? What did you dream about while you stroked off to me?"
Freed choked on his words. "I … I wanted … t-to … s-s-suck … y-you."
"Tell me clearly."
Freed sniffled at the humiliation of admitting this to the man who had dominated his most arousing fantasies. "I want … to suck on … y-you."
Laxus licked his lips. "Do you really want that?"
"Yes," he whimpered.
Laxus rubbed up against Freed's body, letting the bulge in his pants press against the man's thigh. "Do you want this in your mouth?"
"Yes!" he groaned hungrily.
Laxus laughed and shook his head. "Damn, I'm almost tempted to let you."
"Please!"
"How many blow jobs have you given?"
Freed opened his mouth, squawked out something, and then looked aside in shame. "None," he sighed. He was horrifically unprepared for any of this, no experience at all.
"Good." Laxus leaned over and kissed Freed's forehead. "I want to save at least one first for next time."
"Next time?" Freed gasped, looking up hopefully. Did Laxus want this again?
"Unless you don't like this."
"I … I do so far."
"We've hardly begun. So, in your prolific masturbation sessions, did you ever finger yourself back here?" Laxus gave another deep thrust of his fingers.
"I … y-yes. Sometimes."
"Do you know how to reach … here?"
The fingers curled, and Freed felt a touch that sent his whole body jumping. "No! Oh God!"
Again, Laxus grabbed his cock, and at the same time he leaned over and bit Freed hard on the nipple. The pain soothed away the neediness, forcing his focus away from the trembling in his cock.
"Pain to calm you down, and you want this until sunrise. Shit, you really are something," Laxus chuckled slyly. "How about we give this thing a shot?"
He removed his fingers and pulled the glove off inside-out. He tossed it to the side and took up the black butt plug, slathering the whole plug with copious lube. It already had electrodes attached to it.
"Tell me if it's okay."
Laxus pressed the narrow tip against Freed's asshole, and slowly he eased it in. Freed went through all the relaxing and breathing he had just done as he was slowly spread open. The plug filled him, and just as he began to really hurt, suddenly it slipped into a divot.
"Very good. That's the worst of it. Congrats on your first time being penetrated by an inanimate object."
Freed blushed and looked away with a bashful pout.
"Now, let me put these on while you adjust to the size."
He placed the round pads onto Freed's nipples, then two more on his inner thighs, and two on the base of his penis. He then used the cock ring to hold the pads in place, wrapping the stretchy ring around the penis and balls.
"We'll start low." Laxus took the controller box and sat back to watch the show. He turned the power onto the absolute lowest setting.
Freed jolted as something tingled. His nipples, his inner thighs, his cock, and deep inside were all stimulated at the same time. Once the surprise faded, he let out a long, groaning moan of pleasure.
"I knew you'd like it," Laxus smirked. "But, I don't think I like your freedom. You could pull those off."
He turned to power back off, walked away to fetch Freed's belt, and brought it back over to the bed. He took the thin wrists trained for fencing and yanked them over Freed's head. He wrapped both wrists with the belt and tied him up to the headboard.
"Much better." Laxus gazed down at his bound and helpless victim. "Mmm, yes. Shit, you really do somehow make me aroused. Looking like this, I could fuck you."
Freed squirmed at the thought of it. To be taken and ravaged by this man … God, he wanted that!
"Ready for more?"
Freed was ready for anything!
Laxus took the controller and turned it on again. Electricity flowed into Freed's body in wavering pulses. They jolted him slowly at first, and inside, it truly felt like something was moving within, pounding, rippling through his innards. His cock was getting waves of pleasure, and his nipples almost stung with the sharp tingles.
"More," Freed shuddered.
"Say please," Laxus taunted.
"Please, master."
He increased the voltage just a little and watched with fascination. Freed pulled at the belt around his wrists and groaned in pleasurable discomfort. He began to squirm, and he almost closed up his legs. Laxus pressed the pale, slender thighs back apart.
"Don't do that. If you press the connectors together, that's not good."
"But it's … it's … nnnngh!"
"Intense, I know," Laxus said coolly. "Do you need to be tied down more?" Laxus glanced around the room. "Damn. Just my belt. You need some good rope for next time."
"N-Next time?" Freed panted. He said it again. Next time!
"Shut up." Laxus yanked his belt out from his pant loops and wrapped just one thigh, threading the belt through the buckle. He then knelt by the bed frame and tied the belt to the metal bar as good as he could. It was not the best way to bind someone, but it would work for a while. "Is that comfortable?"
"No, but it's not painful."
"Then it's perfect. Now, beg for more. Beg, bitch!" he said in amusement.
Freed shuddered at the harshness that somehow sounded so gentle. "If it pleases you, master, I want more. Please! Please, master! May I have more? It's so good. Master makes me feel so good."
Laxus flinched as those words sent a shock right down his own arousal. He turned up the knobs on the controller, and as Freed moaned without any restraint, Laxus reached down and deftly rubbed himself through his leather pants.
This was such a different experience for a man like Laxus. Growing up, he had never really found pleasure in things he knew should be erotic. Normal online pornography looked boring, nothing but repetitiously thrusting anatomy, and the gasps from the ladies were obviously fake. It annoyed him more than aroused him. Finding a girlfriend was not easy for a boy with a scar on his face. Still, he somehow managed to date a few girls in school. Although they were fun, and he got plenty of pleasure with them, he constantly worried that his strength might hurt them. Maybe it was due to what he saw his mother go through with his bastard father, but Laxus strongly felt he should not hurt a girl.
One day, when he was a senior in high school, he got an offer. A teacher named Mr. Jose Porla took notice of this large, fierce student with a dominant gaze. He negotiated to raise Laxus' grade for a favor. Laxus saw the aging instructor as purely disgusting, but he needed to pass the class. He agreed to hit the man, right there in the classroom, after school, the door shut and locked, with Jose spread on top of his own wide desk, pants dropped to his ankles. The only trick was, Jose had to honestly say he never had a student to touch him. Instead, Laxus used a wooden ruler to spank the teacher's ass until he came, right there, cum splattered on his desk. Laxus worried that he might have honestly hurt his own teacher, but Jose kept insisting, a student could not touch him. He took care of the cleanup himself and let Laxus go with a warning not to tell anyone about what happened, or he would flunk the class for sure. Laxus got a higher grade, and he realized something that day.
He liked to hurt people.
He got a similar offer during his first job, working as an electrician. The foreman cautiously flirted for weeks, and finally Laxus cut to the chase by asking directly what this man wanted. It was a simple arrangement. Once a month, while the man's wife was away at a church meeting, young Laxus would come over and punish the foreman using this same technique as now: erotic electrostimulation. He did not have to touch the man at all, just stand there, look dominating, insult him, humiliate him, and crank up the controller box until the man reached an orgasm. This arrangement lasted a year, making him quite a bit of money. The foreman introduced him to other like-minded men, each who had a masochistic need that Laxus blandly fulfilled.
He somehow moved up in the world of BDSM, learning tricks and techniques with each new client. He realized he could use his skill in dancing to make way more money than as an electrician. The South Pole Club opened a whole new clientèle. He hated all of them. He used them, abused them, left them, and despised each one of them. However, he felt himself needing that sense of dominance, and he found pleasure in imagining his bastard father, how much he wanted to torment that asshole, and discovering the depth of pain he could inflict with men who paid him to go further and deeper into the abyss of painplay.
Someone once scolded him about the proper duties of a Dominant. Fuck that, he thought. He had no emotional attachment to any of these clients. They paid him, and he did what they paid for. No more. He did not bring the supplies, he did not deal with aftercare, and he did not care if the men refused to call back on him after being used and discarded so heartlessly. On the contrary, many of those old geezers liked the fact that Laxus treated them like disgusting shit.
He eventually realized that he simply did not care about sex. He hated those men, and he had not really enjoyed dating women, always feeling like he had to be careful around them. He figured he was the sort of person who just did not like or want sex.
Until now.
He briefly wondered, if he had messed around with boys as a teen, rather than ruining himself with old men, would this have happened? Would he have realized his sexuality earlier? What even was this? Bisexual? Demisexual? He hated labeling himself as anything. He just knew one thing:
He was seriously aroused around this green-haired man.
He turned the controller up a little more, and as the taut body arched with the added shocking pleasure, Laxus felt his cock aching.
Suddenly, he turned the power completely off. Freed sank a bit, panting rapidly, and opened his eyes in confusion.
"Don't you fucking move," Laxus said sharply. "I need to piss."
He set the controller down on the mattress and left to the restroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Immediately, he yanked his leather pants to his knees, grabbed his cock, and began to pump it into his hand.
This young man, someone still in university, a pretty rich boy with green hair and impeccable taste in clothes, this man was driving Laxus insane. He slammed a hand against the wall as he stared down at his cock and stroked faster, needing this pressure to be relieved.
How was it that this man he had never spoken to before tonight could mess him up this potently? Was it because of his age? His looks? Was it mental, not thinking of Freed as a client, but as a…
As what?
What was he? Not a client. Not a boyfriend. Sure as hell not a lover. He was not even a friend. So what was he?
Laxus closed his eyes in frustration by all these random questions, yet all he could see in his imagination was Freed naked on the bed, his long and vibrantly green hair tussled, eyes moist and mouth parted as he breathed hard, his slender but muscular body twisting with pleasure. He had never fantasized about men before. Or about women, for that matter. Why did that man's body come to mind so easily now? What was it with Freed that messed up Laxus' mind so much?
"Will you train my body?"
"If it pleases you, sir, I need more."
"I'm … oh God … hurt me. Somehow. Please!"
"It's so good. Master makes me feel so good."
"Fuck!"
Laxus growled and gritted his teeth as he came, catching it with toilet paper. It was definitely the fastest masturbation he had ever experienced, because he had someone he could actually visualize. That never happened before. He had concepts he would think about, or videos of people being tormented erotically, but never a fantasy about someone specifically.
"What the hell is going on?" he whispered, wiping up his cock and tossing the wad of messy tissues into the toilet. "What's wrong with me? What is this?"
His mind provided answers, but he refused to think about it earnestly. In love? Fucking ridiculous! Discovering his inner gayness? If his brain was a person, he would have smacked the shit out of it for thinking something as stupid as that. So, what was this intense lust? He wanted this man, a feeling he never got with the men he beat up. The truly weird part was, he did not want to hurt this man, not to the point of being cruel, at least. He wanted to help him, and that happened to involve letting Freed experience pain.
"L-Laxus!" Freed cried out frantically.
He yanked his pants back up and ran out without even flushing the toilet. Freed was squirming on the bed.
"What the hell?" grumbled Laxus. He found the controller with the dial cranked up high. He quickly turned it down. "How the hell did that happen? You're still tied up!"
"I … wanted more," Freed panted, slowly recovering. "You were taking a while."
Laxus blushed. Even if he came quickly, it had still taken a couple of minutes. "How did you turn it on?"
Freed looked ashamed. "Um … my foot."
"You used your foot?" Laxus cried out, looking at the leg that he had not been able to tie down.
"I wanted it, but then I couldn't turn it off, and when I tried, my thigh jolted, and my toes slipped, and it turned up even higher."
A hand suddenly came at Freed, and he cringed. Instead of a strike to the face, his hair was yanked, pulling him up by the neck.
"Do you think that's funny? I told you not to move. Apparently, I have a little slave who can't obey one goddamn simple order."
"I … I'm sorry," Freed shivered. He cringed and looked up, awaiting punishment, secretly eager for it.
"You think you want to be punished, don't you?" Laxus said in wry amusement.
"I … No! No, I … I wasn't thinking that."
"You're lying to your master now."
Laxus yanked the belts off Freed's thigh and wrists. They were a little pink, but not marked up. He ordered Freed to flip, and he helped him to lie down with the electrodes under his body. He squirmed uncomfortably, especially with his erection so stiff but being smashed down into the bed.
"Disobeying, lying: you really do need to be trained."
He heard Laxus pick something up. A few seconds later, his ass was smacked by the riding crop. Freed gave a soft cry that was muted into the pillows.
"Did you like it?" asked Laxus. When Freed said nothing, the blond whipped the crop across his ass again, eliciting another high yelp. "Be honest now."
"I … um…"
Laxus yanked Freed's long hair, pulling his face off the pillows. "Enunciate, bitch!"
"Y-Yes," he cried out, cringing from the hair pulling. "I did, master. A lot. But it was too much and you weren't here, and I wanted you to be here. I want you … t-to watch me."
"Why?"
"B-Because … I want to … to please m-master."
"Dammit," he whispered, releasing Freed's hair and letting his face flop back down into the soft pillows. He wondered how long his little relief session would last him before this man made him painfully aroused again. "How about this?"
He turned on only the power for the butt plug. Freed tensed up, and his hips lifted at the pleasure. Laxus reached down and palmed the plug in tighter.
"Ahhhhh!" Freed shuddered at the intensity.
"Is that good? You want to please me, right?" Laxus suddenly gave him an open-handed spank right over the butt plug, and Freed screamed into the pillow.
"No! Please, don't do that!"
"I don't obey you, little slave. You obey me. You follow my orders. You don't do something when I tell you not to. If I say don't move, you don't move. If I say don't come, you sure as hell are not allowed to come."
"No … I'm … L-Laxus!"
"I'm master now, got it?"
"G-Gonna—"
Before he could shout, all the electrodes went to full power. Lying on his chest meant more pressure against his skin, and the round pads pulsed through his nerves far stronger than when he was facing up. His body was jolted. Intensely painful yet pleasurable tingles burned his nerves and made his muscles contract so tightly, the need to come was crushed. Then, as quickly as it started, the jolting vanished, and Freed felt like he had fallen into a hole of dark, sinful pleasures.
"That seems to work well," Laxus said in amusement.
"Oh God, that was wonderful," Freed shivered sensually.
Laxus took his shoulder and helped Freed to turn back around. He readjusted some of the electrodes that shifted, and he untangled some wires. Freed still trembled, but he leaned into Laxus for moral support. Normally, when a client made a move of comfort like this, Laxus shoved them aside in disgust. This time, he cradled Freed and stroked back the sweaty green hair.
"We'll play slowly," he promised. "We have until morning. Just little bits at a time. I wanna see you last another—" He glanced at the clock. "—three hours to go. Think you can hold out that long?"
"I … want to." Those weary but lustful eyes turned up to him. "If it pleases you, master."
Laxus shifted his thighs again. This was going to be a torturous night for them both.
Next Chapter: "Thunderstorm Fading"
A/N: The item described in this chapter is based upon the Prostata Milking Orgasmo 300.
BondageBox and Wasteland.com are real websites and not meant for anyone under legal age. Seriously! Hardcore shit there! I do not promote or represent either website.
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