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Fight Me, Bite Me	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 39446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 74
- 75
- 76
AUDIO: https://chirb.it/98Kw3E
The audio drama this time is ... squishy. The suspension scene has so little dialogue, the audio is told in Natsu's internal thoughts and a LOT of sound effects, from the creaking of the ropes to the sounds of a lot of lube. (It may be too squishy.)
Chapter 75
Horizontal Suspension
It felt weird, wearing a long coat to the beach, yet the weather had turned bitter and wet. Natsu stood under some cover at the train station while Gray tried to find a plastic tarp to cover their luggage. He glared at the rain as if he wanted to set it on fire. After all, it was ruining their chance at what was supposed to be the last beach party of the year for the BDSM therapy group.
"And after we bought all this food," he grumbled, glaring up at the clouds. "I wonder if I could burn them away."
Before he could decide if it was worth the trouble—and if he might accidentally set the whole fishing village on fire on accident—Gray returned.
"Got it." He shook out a tarp and tied it around a small wagon they had brought along to haul the food and a couple barrels of beer. "And stop deciding if you can set rain clouds on fire. You used to try that as a kid, and it never worked."
"That was when I was a kid. I've practically done it since then."
"And what happens?"
Natsu scowled. "The clouds always come back."
"Weather is a tricky thing to control without the right magic. Even Juvia, although she can make it rain, she can't stop naturally occurring rain. Now come on," he said, slamming an umbrella into Natsu's hands. "We have a few days here. It's supposed to stop later in the week."
The town looked different without the bright sunshine and tourists wearing summer clothes. While locals went about their business like it was any normal day—and indeed, it rained a lot at the coast in the off-season—what few tourists were around had obviously been caught off-guard. Many dashed around without umbrellas. A few had bought at least that—a souvenir with HARGEON printed on it—but were shivering without jackets and only shorts and sandals to wear. Still, the fishermen brought in their catches and shopkeepers were busy as people decided that, if they could not go to the beach, they could at least go shopping.
They made it to the hotel, checked in, and began to head up to their room when they saw Freed and Laxus in the foyer.
"Oh, hey guys," Freed called out. "A shame about the weather, eh?"
Laxus glared at the window and up at the clouds. "Maybe I can zap them away."
"You tried," Freed said in exasperation. "Twice!"
"Natsu's here," said Laxus. "Maybe he can burn them."
"Yes!" shouted Natsu.
"No," Gray said with a thudding voice. "For one, without Happy here, how could you get up high enough?"
"Laxus can throw me," Natsu said as if it was obvious.
Laxus grinned fiendishly. "Sounds good to me."
"No," both Gray and Freed said, glaring at their impulsive Dragon Slayer boyfriends.
Freed shook his head and looked at Gray. "Seriously, how do you put up with him?"
"Who says I do? He's gotten many hits across the head today alone."
Freed chuckled. "Same here." He stroked Laxus' head as if to soothe hits from earlier.
Natsu and Laxus both sulked and rolled their eyes.
"Anyway, as nice as it was of you to bring food, we'll have to see how things look in a few days. The hotel offered to let us store our food in their cold storage room. If the weather doesn't clear up by the last day, we'll host a feast in our room with anyone willing to come." Freed chuckled slyly. "No promises that it won't turn into something more, though."
"Do you mean an orgy?" Natsu asked bluntly.
Gray slammed a hand over his mouth, and the concierge at the desk glanced over. "Not out loud in public, idiot."
"Sorry," he mumbled from behind Gray's hand.
Freed sighed. "I really do hope we get to go to the beach, though. Laxus was so looking forward to it."
"I wanted beer and to fuck ya on the sand."
Freed slapped a hand over his mouth. "Seriously! I think the level of stupidity multiplies as more Dragon Slayers congregate together."
Gray chuckled. "Never invite Gajeel."
Freed smiled to himself. "No, he's got quite a good private instructor for these sorts of things."
"Wait, he does?"
Freed's eyes glinted slyly. "Who do you think began this group?"
Gray shrugged. "I assumed you or Loke."
Freed shook his head. "I joined a year ago. Loke and Lucy were already a part of this group, recommended to it by none other than the founder herself, who went on her own merry way once she realized she had the perfect opportunity to be a personal trainer."
"And Gajeel is her pupil?" Gray asked in shock.
Freed chuckled to himself. "In a manner of speaking, yes."
Gray's mouth dropped. "No way…"
Natsu's face twisted up. "I don't get it."
Laxus rolled his eyes. "Why ya gotta be all subtle and mysterious about it?" He looked over to Natsu. "Levy founded the group. She quit shortly after she and Gajeel started fuckin' and she realized he was into kinky shit as well. Freed wanted her to bring Gajeel along, but she was afraid someone in the group might let it slip just what sort of things she used to do at these meetings, like demonstrations. If someone mentioned the time a guy paddled Levy while she was tied and suspended from the ceiling, she was afraid Gajeel would slit the guy's throat. So instead, she quit and passed things on to Freed."
Freed let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm subtle because we shouldn't be talking about these sorts of things in public."
"Good. Let's go to our room so you can fuck me and take my mind off this goddamn rain."
Freed shook his head, figuring getting his cranky, foul-mouthed boyfriend away was best before they got into trouble. "We'll see you two tomorrow."
Natsu called out cheerfully, "Yeah, see ya." Then he leaned up into Gray's ear. "Sounds like a good idea. Do you think you can take my mind off this rain?"
Gray chuckled at the warm purr in his voice. "Oh, I think we can keep each other busy until tomorrow morning."
The next morning, Gray and Natsu met with Freed and Laxus in the hotel's breakfast nook, where there was coffee and muffins laid out for the guests who did not want to go out into the rain for their morning meal. Natsu devoured three muffins, and then they set off as a group to the meeting hall.
Freed and Laxus shared an umbrella, while Natsu and Gray walked behind them sharing one as well. Natsu wrapped himself around Gray's arm, as he saw Freed doing the same, clinging onto Laxus and moving in close to keep out of the rain. Gray smiled down at his boyfriend and tried to keep the rain off of him as best as he could.
When they reached the hall, Natsu offered to dry them all off, setting himself on fire. Laxus got to work setting up chairs in the main auditorium, and Natsu joined, making it a contest of who could carry the most chairs at a time.
Freed let the two set up and drifted back to Gray. "So, how are things between you two? Last time we talked, you were having issues."
"Ah, yeah." Gray blushed as he thought about the progress they made. "We're … pretty much back to where we were. Stronger for it, I think."
"That's wonderful. Are you two back into BDSM?"
"We've tried a few things." He chuckled deviously as he watched the Dragon Slayers setting up the chairs. "Right now, Natsu is caged."
Freed smirked. "So is Laxus. I like to keep him that way most of the time, although I have to use a plastic cage since the metal ones caused Laxus' pants to catch on fire from the sparks."
"I can't use plastic. Natsu would melt it right off."
Freed chuckled that they both had to accommodate for their boyfriends' magic. Meanwhile, Natsu and Laxus had been in some ridiculous argument that was very quickly heating up, the chairs for the meeting forgotten as they flung challenges and insults. Gray felt the room heating up, and Freed felt his hair starting to stick up on end, a sure sign that the two were ready to exchange blows.
Gray swung around just as he saw Natsu raising a flame-coated fist as the rain outside sounded like there was thunder. "Hey, you two!" he bellowed out.
Natsu leaped back. "Sorry," he said sheepishly.
Laxus, however, rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Fuck off."
Gray saw that the will to fight was gone from both of them, and they continued to move folding chairs around. He sighed and shook his head, looking over to Freed in exasperation.
"Dragon Slayers!" he groaned in annoyance.
"Ugh! Tell me about it," Freed lamented, rolling his eyes. He then tapped his fingers on a counter beside him as he thought something over. "I want to apologize for the fact that my advice led to something foul between you two."
"Hey, you didn't know."
"Yes, but … giving relationship advice is a tricky matter, and I shouldn't have done so without more information. So I would like to give you two a unique opportunity."
Gray raised an eyebrow, intrigued but hesitant.
"It's a special room here in Hargeon, somewhere I like to take Laxus. It's ideal on a day like this, a place for you and Natsu to be indoors, since it's raining. I think you'll find it … particularly stimulating," he said with a sadistic gleam in his eye that made even Gray's skin shiver a little.
Natsu suddenly popped up between them. "Stimulating? What are you talking about?" he asked, perking up with interest.
Freed shot him a harsh look, annoyed that this little Submissive was getting involved. "I will show Gray," he said sternly. "If you think it's something you can use, then you can have my reservation for tomorrow night." He patted Gray on the shoulder. "It's the sort of place where you can be … infinitely imaginative."
Gray's heart was already pounding. He thought he knew what Freed was talking about, and if he was right, then a fantasy of his could finally be made reality.
But would Natsu be okay with it?
Freed saw the hesitation. "Check it out first. Decide if you can use it. If so, you and Natsu can decide together how much he can handle."
Natsu was looking even more eager by the hints, and both Doms saw the glow in his eyes.
"I think," Freed said with a chuckle, "he'll be a lot more responsive than you imagine."
Gray could hardly pay attention through the meeting. The discussion was on collaring, and since he and Natsu already had a collar, the things Freed talked about were already known to him, although Natsu looked eager to hear a Dom's point of view on the mentality of collaring a Sub.
After it was over, Gray told Natsu to go back to their hotel while he and Freed checked out the room Freed had been talking about. Natsu grumbled at being sent back with Laxus, and the fact that they had to share an umbrella.
Later that afternoon, Gray returned and found Natsu bored in the hotel room. The Dragon Slayer leaped up as soon as he saw Gray.
"So what was it? Is it fun? Is it kinky?" he added, biting his lip hopefully.
Gray looked a little stunned and silent. He walked over to the bed and sat down without answering, and Natsu followed him, slightly worried.
"Gray?" He tipped his head down to look into Gray's face. "Is it bad?"
"No … no, it's … it's a … um…" Gray gulped hard. "Do you know what a dungeon is?"
"A place where they throw bad guys."
"No, not that type," he sighed. "The room … let's just say, it's designed for kinks."
"Cool!" Natsu said.
"Like … really … really hardcore kinks."
Natsu wondered why Gray smelled scared. "Is that bad? I mean, you're into hardcore stuff. We've done lots of stuff. Having a room meant for that is pretty neat."
"Yeah, I guess," he said breathlessly. "But … it means … we could do more. Things I've wanted to try for … God, for over a year! We didn't have the room, my apartment wouldn't have worked, can't do that in a hotel … but I could there," he said, staring forward, his eyes dreaming up a scenario.
Natsu smiled at the fascination in those eyes. "Tell me," he demanded.
Gray reached over and took Natsu's hand. He rubbed across the promise bracelet, realizing how far they had come, and yet this one kink, one he mentioned early on as a dream of his but had never been able to fulfill, was now within his reach.
"I want to try something." He looked straight into Natsu's eyes. "I want total control over you. I want you completely and utterly restrained. I want it so you can't move … at all." Gray slowly licked his eager lips. "I want … to suspend you. With ropes and leather binding. Hanging. Dangling. Suspended in mid-air."
Natsu's mouth dropped, his breathing getting faster and faster. Gray was also breathing hard, his heart racing as his mind filled with ideas.
"I'll want to blindfold you, maybe deafen you. Sensory deprivation, like what we did before. Tied up, forced to succumb to me." He caressed Natsu's cheek. "My prisoner in a dungeon."
Not a slave. A prisoner. Somehow, the way Gray said that word made it the sweetest thing ever.
"I'll have to take the train back to Magnolia to get my stuff. I'll return tomorrow. This will take time, Natsu."
"But can we?" he asked, feeling his heart racing.
Gray looked at the wideness of his pupils, huge with sensual eagerness. "Do you think that would be okay?"
He nodded frantically. "I want it."
"Then I'm leaving right away. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon."
"Can't it wait?" Natsu whined, and he reached down to his groin. "You got me hard, bastard."
Gray slid his finger slowly along Natsu's throat and felt him gulp. "Stay that way," he whispered, leaning in like he was about to bite. "I want you to think about what I'm about to do to you. Be nice and hard and desperate when I come back."
Natsu released a sound, part hiss, part moan.
"You'll be mine to do with as I please. I'll have you soar like a dragon and fuck you in midair!"
This time, the sound from Natsu was a low groan, almost like he was in pain from the erection he was getting and the cage holding him back.
Gray snarled. "That's the sweetly painful face I love."
He kissed Natsu hard, possessively, and bit his lip until Natsu cried out. Gray licked off a drop of blood and leaned back, red smeared on his mouth.
"Eat a big dinner. You'll need your strength. Be well-hydrated, and get plenty of sleep." Gray curled his fingers into Natsu's hair, right on the edge of pain. "Because you're going to be exhausted when I'm done with you."
With that sweet threat, Gray released Natsu, grabbed his jacket and wallet, and with a simple "See ya," he headed out of the hotel. Natsu sat on the bed, stunned, lost in a vivid imagination, and flinching as he ached from the erection Gray left him with.
LATER THE NEXT DAY
Natsu was suspended, but he was not sick. When he saw the setup in the "dungeon," all the ropes and leather straps, he had feared that being suspended by ropes would make him motion sick. Instead, there was no motion. He was just … hanging. Suspended. Like flying, except he could not move.
He felt a heaviness around his neck. This was not his normal collar. Gray admitted that he pulled in a favor with Gajeel and got him to "borrow"—in other words, the Iron Dragon Slayer just took it—a magic-sealing prisoner collar.
He was not a slave. He was a prisoner tonight.
With that collar and the runes on them, Natsu had no magic. He could not burn away these ropes even if he tried. He could not attack Gray, no matter what happened tonight. He was not sure why they had never thought to use these things before. Natsu felt such an intense euphoria of helplessness as his magic was sealed away.
His mind had gone numb. Odd that his body was not equally numb. No, his body had never felt so alive. But his mind was suspended as well as his limbs, unable to think a single clear thought.
Maybe it was embarrassment, maybe suspense at what was to come, he did not know. He did not care. He felt so good, he did not want his mind to drift or be distracted. His thoughts had all died, numbed away.
He stared into darkness. Gray had put on blinders, and nothing pierced through. His eyes were open, but there was no point to them being like that. He could not see. He had seen a moment ago, though. Gray had taken off the blinder for a minute after stringing him up, just to show him his orientation, to give Natsu a sense of where he was and what direction was up and down. The floor had looked so close, and looked a million miles away. He knew he could drop to that floor. That had crossed his mind while Gray was pulling the ropes. He could fall.
He didn't, though. He had been hanging like this for … hours? Minutes? Days? Time was irrelevant. Thoughts were irrelevant. He hung, and he stared blindly down into an abyss of darkness. He almost felt like falling, or flying, or a soul trapped in a coffin.
He felt nothing and everything. He felt nowhere and more firmly established than ever before. He felt nothing but the restraints and empty air around him, completely disconnected from Earthland, hanging in a sensual Limbo.
One leg had been tied pointing down. His right foot could almost—almost—touch the floor. Not quite. He flexed his toes, but he could not reach it. He only felt a tingle, some spiritual connection of magic, or maybe nothing more than the chill of the floor radiating up to his skin. It was a ghostly feeling, letting him know the floor was there, that if he fell, he was not going to fall into a dark abyss.
He hung in the middle of a special love hotel, and as Gray had called it, it really was a dungeon, although this room was only one part of a larger suite. It must have cost a lot to reserve on short notice, but apparently it had been Freed's room that he was letting Gray use for the night.
Ropes and thick leather straps kept Natsu above a hard, cold, concrete floor. The ropes were smooth, although the weight of his own body made them bite into his skin. The leather was soft, and it cradled his forehead, his chin, and his neck. Ropes tied his arms up behind his back, as well as tied one leg up and attached it bent upward. Careful knotting and thick roping went across his chest, shoulders, around his torso and back, restricting him from any movement or any kind of struggle.
Not that he would struggle. It was fully restrictive. Never had Natsu felt so powerless. Never had he felt so protected.
The leather straps sneaked below his torso and reached his thighs next. Natsu never knew how sensitive his thighs could get. The tight ropes dug against the muscular flesh, but strength felt useless against these ropes, especially in this position: spread out, one leg down, hanging, a reminder of how high up from the ground he was, while the other ropes forced his knee to bend back, straining his hips.
The room was designed for this, and Natsu saw when he first entered why Gray could not try this at home. Thick hooks on the ceiling were what made him hang in midair. One hook held the leather straps and ropes for his neck and torso. Another hook kept his hips up higher than his chest, which hung just under and made blood flow slightly to his head. The last two hooks kept his legs suspended and spread wide.
Natsu hung there, eyes blind with the mask, ears mute with Gray's magical noise-canceling muffs that silenced even the beating of his heart, mind blank as his body was turned into one massive nerve, a receptacle for sensation. He was not sure how long he hung there, but as minutes passed with no sound, no sight, and no change in smell, he felt detached from his body.
Almost. He had to pee. Gray had made sure he drank a lot hours before they arrived, and he was already tingling with the need to go when the binding process began. As he was lifted, the burning in his bladder grew. Now it was like a heaviness, a desperate need, his cock full, and he was completely unable to clench back. Clenching hurt. Everything hurt.
He just hung there, his stomach full. He was going to pee, he just knew it. As minutes ticked, as ropes dug in, as the heaviness in his belly turned into a massive weight, his mind struggled in ways his body could not. He smelled a drip, but he heard nothing. Still, as the need increased, he tried to clench and instantly regretted it.
The ropes burned. Maybe he was peeing, he could hardly even tell without sight or sound and a body being overloaded by sensations. Everything was so overwhelming, he could not feel what was coming out of his cock.
Then the earmuffs were pulled off, and he definitely heard it, the wet pouring out and splashing into something, like filling up a glass. With sound, smell connected the sense to the source. Yes, that was urine he smelled. It was him.
He was suspended in midair and peeing himself.
"Can you even feel it?" Gray's voice asked. "Your piss is filling up a jug. I'm going to drink it."
His body flinched, and searing pain instantly burned all through him, one single nerve, all alive and inflamed.
"You hardly tried to stop it this time. I rather prefer when you whimper and strain to hold back."
Natsu could not reply. His mouth hung open, panting just so he could hear his own breath. He began to drool, and he didn't care. His lower lip was coated in saliva, and he didn't feel like licking it off. His mind could not think to close his mouth, or lick his lips, or stop the pee, or do anything at all.
Just stay there, suspended over an abyss, awaiting fate.
"All done. Good prisoner."
A prisoner. Trapped. Helpless. Robbed of everything.
"Time to drink."
The earmuffs went back over, and now even the sound of his breath was gone.
Was Gray really going to drink it? He wanted to know, and he didn't. He thought Gray's fetish was a bit gross, yet it turned him on. The issue of not knowing burned him up inside. Then the urine smell was gone. Had Gray actually drunk it, or had he simply dumped it? Natsu wondered, but that curiosity disintegrated with the return of emptiness.
He hung there, the weight of his bladder gone, lightness, emptiness, no sound, no sight, nothing at all, pain everywhere to the point of numbness.
Maybe this was how it felt to be dead. Or maybe this was the feeling of awaiting rebirth. Dead, alive, existing, not existing, being nowhere and experiencing everything.
As the minutes ticked, he felt the ropes so tight around his skin. He knew they were going to leave marks behind, but Natsu hardly cared. Those ropes left an odd sensation on his body, as if his skin was being stretched little by little.
He felt that familiar pulsing, like he got with the cock ring, of blood struggling to pass through the ropes, not so bad as to numb him, though. Gray had been annoyingly stern that any numbness should be reported instantly. Instead, just as with that wonderful cock ring he loved so much, the buildup of blood in certain areas made his skin hyper-sensitive. Even air lightly brushing against him was enough to make him moan with a shudder of pleasure.
How much longer could he last? Now that his bladder was empty, he grew painfully hard and well aware of it. His cock pulsated in need.
There was a new smell: pre-cum. He knew Gray's smell, and this was not it. This was his. He could not get any friction on his cock, not like he was getting from the ropes across his body. He slowly thrust his hips into the air, and he almost, almost regretted doing it. The slight movement caused his whole body to jerk in pleasure. The ropes dug further into his skin and the grip shifted over the sensitive flesh. It was like his whole body was nothing but an enormous exposed nerve, restrained and forcefully kept in place.
Instead of thinking about his hard member, he stretched his left leg and shuddered in pleasure as the ropes dug into his tender, burning thighs. He wanted to scream, but even with the earphones, he knew no sound came out. He could feel the hot air in his throat as it left his body, but no vibrations. Not even his vocal cords wanted to move. He could not make a sound. His voice was gone. He stretched his leg again and tried to scream once more, but again, nothing but air.
He had been robbed of everything: movement, freedom, magic, and now his voice.
He began to try to get his throat to work, forcing more air out, getting a little vibration, weak moans, although he still heard none of it. Each breath was in slow motion, each heartbeat existed within hours of numbness and sensation. Time lost all meaning.
He hung, and his body struggled with the concept of being suspended like this, blind, mute, magicless. He needed something, anything, to know that he still existed, so he flexed just to feel the burn of the ropes on his skin. It was at least something to fill in the minutes, hours, between each heartbeat. He needed more, to feel something. The burning felt good too. It was something more than the odd stretching feeling of flesh bulging past ropes and his blood rushing and stopping through his body.
He was panting and moaning, his head hanging as much as it could with the strap keeping it up. He was truly drooling now, saliva running down his chin, dripping onto the floor. His lips trembled from just how much this hurt, his eyes under the blindfold were getting wet with tears, and yet he had no intention of stopping something so magnificent. He had never felt so close to death and so intensely alive.
He felt movement, a change to the surrounding air, someone walking nearby. The movement surprised him, but when he jolted, the ropes felt like they were ready to slice open his skin. He tried to scream in agony, and he wondered if he made a sound at all. He thought he would rip apart and bleed from everywhere the ropes touched, and yet he knew they were soft, supple, the highest quality. The only liquid was saliva clinging to his lip and another drop of pre-cum slipping down his painfully engorged cock.
The earmuffs were removed, and now Natsu could hear what he already smelled, his own pre-cum dripping from the tip of his cock, splashing down on the hard ground below, a slow drip, drip, drip of sensual desperation.
"Are you insane yet? I want you to be."
The words were cold water after being out in the summer sun, something to be drunk in, and yet they were hot water to frostbitten fingers, agonizing until he wanted to pull away. They were the whispers of an angel and yet after such magically-perfected silence, they were hellish screams in his ears.
To be driven insane. Natsu knew precisely what that was like, and this was nothing like that other time. There were different types of insanity. This type, he liked. If he went insane from the pain and pleasure and ropes and Gray's deep voice, it was a madness he would revel in.
Fingers caressed down his back, icy against the inflamed burning of the ropes, and Natsu jolted. The ropes dug in, and he screamed. Or at least, he wanted to. His mouth was open for the shriek, but only a whining noise and drool came out.
"I wonder how good it feels, how much it hurts, how liberating this must be, to be so imprisoned."
Precisely! Natsu knew he was not good at articulation, but Gray put it precisely how it felt. Good but hurting, liberated but imprisoned, the dichotomy of existence, polar extremes … not all too different from him and Gray, fire and ice.
Then a frosty breath blew along his thighs and up between his legs, barely tickling along his scrotum. Natsu jerked again, and the ropes shifted, burned, like they should be tearing his skin, shredding him, and yet still he smelled no blood. It was only his brain playing tricks on him. What he wanted to be a scream became a high whine, pathetic sounding even to him.
"You're going to fall if you keep squirming like that," Gray said with sadistic amusement.
Natsu knew he would not fall, he trusted Gray's rope work, they had tested all the ropes to be certain each could hold his weight, and all together, coil after coil binding him, there was no way they would snap. Still, suspended over what felt like an abyss, the fear of falling was right on the cusp of his mind.
"I don't know what's drooling more: your mouth or your cock."
Natsu wanted to lick his lips, but his tongue would not work. His jaw would not close. His face felt numb, slack, detached from the searing pain that cut and burned into his flesh across the rest of his body. But the pre-cum … he could smell that. He was desperate for a touch there, but he was pretty sure that if Gray simply breathed upon his cock, he would explode.
Footsteps moved around him, admiring him, humming in satisfaction, and somehow simply knowing that—knowing he was on display, knowing Gray approved—was pleasure all on its own. Then he heard fabric shifting, and he realized Gray was stripping once again.
"That mouth of yours looks really good, dripping with saliva." The feet stopped walking right in front of Natsu's head. "My dick is right in front of your face. Lick it."
Yes! Natsu was eager to give Gray pleasure after he did so much to give him this experience. He opened his mouth, but Gray did not simply thrust his cock in. Natsu stretched his tongue out, but he could lick nothing. He could smell the muskiness and the scent of arousal right in front of his nose, but his eyes were still blinded. He tried to stretch forward, and the ropes shifted. Burning renewed, and he wanted to scream. However, the pain was nothing compared to the want: wanting that cock, wanting to taste Gray, wanting so badly to please him that it hurt worse than the ropes.
Then his nose bumped into something soft, and the scent was unmistakable. Definitely this was Gray's cock, and now Natsu's nose had a wet spot of pre-cum driving him insane. He stretched his neck, trying to get closer, to kiss it, to lick it, his tongue wagging out, but Gray took a step back.
Natsu almost sobbed. He wanted it so badly, so much it hurt. He was willing to let these ropes slice his skin to ribbons just to get at that cock.
"Already gave up? You weak bastard."
Natsu's teeth snarled. Not a chance would he give up on Gray's cock! He stretched harder, the ropes creaked, and this time he really did scream. The ropes on his chest had shifted hard.
"Yellow! Yellow! Gray!" He began to sob. Something hurt, and not good. The rope was pressing into some part of the body it shouldn't, and although Natsu knew nothing about bondage like this, his body told him, this is not the right position.
Gray was swift, his fingers tugged a few ropes, and they shifted back, almost like falling into divots in Natsu's flesh. That hurt even worse, painful lines suddenly being crushed with the weight of his own body, the ropes agonizing on him. Then there was coolness on his chest, the faintest hint of magical ice, and the pain eased.
"Better?"
Natsu was sobbing. It was so much better, and it was Gray who made this so good. Gray cared this much for him.
A hand was in his hair, petting him like a dog, and Natsu surrendered everything to that touch. He would be a prisoner. He would be a dog. He would honestly be anything for Gray at that moment, even his slave, if that was what he wanted. He would be a head, a cock, a toy, an ass to fuck, anything for this man.
Instead, he felt softness rub over his cheek, and he smelled Gray's cock right there by his lips.
"You want it that badly, huh?"
He did! He would suffer anything for Gray's sake. Yet Gray never let him truly be at risk of injury.
Hurt, yes; harm, no.
That softness pressed against his lips, and Natsu hungrily opened his mouth. He felt the flared head pass through, tasted the saltiness of the pre-cum as it coated his taste buds, and his lips were stretched as Gray pressed in. Not too deeply, though. Natsu thought Gray would use his head again, and he wanted that, oh-so-badly, yet Gray had put his cock in halfway, then stopped.
"Suck it," he ordered.
Natsu hung there, wondering what he could do. He wanted Gray to use his mouth … but wasn't that greedy? If he wanted it so much, shouldn't he do the work?
But how? He could not move forward or back. He was stuck there, motionless.
He licked his tongue around. He suctioned his cheeks, trying to pull more in, but Gray stayed perfectly still. Natsu whined in frustration and tried to twist his head, swivel his mouth, rubbed his tongue up and down as well as he could, yet there was no way to truly give Gray a blow job like this. He could only hang there with a cock in his mouth.
"How disappointing," Gray sighed, and he stepped back. A long string of drool came with him as he pulled out of Natsu's mouth.
"No," Natsu whined. Even if he could do nothing, he wanted that cock.
He heard footsteps again, Gray walking around him, and as he went, icy fingers stroked over his skin. It sizzled where they touched, and Natsu wanted to cry at the sweet pain. He barely realized they were drifting down until they came to the crack of his ass, and one finger trailed down, between ass cheeks, to the puckered pink hole. Natsu lost all breath, and his body twitched despite the pain of movement.
Oh God, yes! Yes, there!
Then there were more footsteps, and they were walking away.
No! He wanted Gray to return, to take him, to fuck him hard and brutally. Natsu squirmed, and the ropes creaked. He wanted it! Dammit, he needed to be fucked now. His cock was so swollen, hanging down and dripping. Everything was on fire. His nose still had that drop of pre-cum, torturing him with the smell.
Gray! He wanted to beg him, to curse him, to sob his name and to scream it in ecstasy.
The footfalls returned and stopped somewhere behind him. Then Natsu felt something dripping over his ass, and a finger spread it around. That finger rubbed around the rim of his ass until Natsu felt it fluttering with need. Then it dipped in, just a little, just enough to coat the inside. More lube drizzled, more lazy thrusts of the finger, only to the first knuckle, so teasing that Natsu despised Gray for not giving him more.
The finger pulled back. Both ass cheeks were spread.
"You don't deserve to be prepped," Gray said in a vilely low voice. "I think you're such a slut, your ass is used to my cock now."
He wanted to believe it was so. Natsu wanted to think that his ass was made for Gray's cock.
If he had been in need before, this was even worse now. He could just barely feel the cock rub against him, teasing, testing, spreading the lube even more. His ass was already squeezing with need, his hips lightly thrusting against it, wanting it inside. All he wanted was for Gray to give him more attention, to touch him, to take him.
Gray's hands were careful as he grabbed leather straps around Natsu's hips and used them to pull Natsu in, rather than touch his skin. Nothing touched Natsu except Gray's cock. He felt it sliding inside, filling in, and the ropes around his lower body burned worse with the sensation. He wanted to scream from the ropes pressing into his flesh, but his voice was gone. Only air came out.
Gray said nothing as he took hold of those straps and used them to yank Natsu up against him. If last time he was a head to be used, this time he was an ass, a hole, a body to be fucked. Natsu was rocking, and with each swing he heard the creaking of the leather, the friction of ropes, and the clanking of the hook that kept the whole thing suspended.
He would fall!
He would fly!
He could do nothing at all as Gray moved him, swaying his entire body to slam onto his dick, taking Natsu as deeply as possible. The leather straps Gray held to guide his body creaked. Tears fell from Natsu's eyes and moistened the blinder. He felt this fucking in a way he had never felt before. It was like his whole body was being torn apart as Gray slammed into him. Every thrust was agony, every withdrawal torture as he wanted more.
Then he smelled something. His own cum.
When had that happened?
He heard it. He was still spurting out onto the floor, dripping thickly, even as he wondered how. He could not feel the pulses, not when his whole body was a burning mess. He felt no release, not when everything felt bound up. He had not even been touched.
"I take it you enjoy this."
Natsu could only pant and drool. He might have ejaculated, but that did not change the fact that his whole body was a live wire of sensations.
"I'm not done, though."
Gray pulled out, and Natsu felt lube dripping out of him. His skin was hypersensitive to the wetness, and he could do nothing. When he tensed up from the shocking sensation, his flesh screamed, although his throat was mute.
"Ice Make: Sword."
Natsu's mind could not process that. Magic?
Before his mind could figure out why Gray would need a weapon, he heard the whoosh of a blade swinging through the air. Natsu felt his body falling, and he let out a silent scream. He fell on his side before he quickly flipped onto his back in an instinctive roll. It was not even a meter, not enough to hurt him, but the feeling after was what truly made him insane.
The ropes had loosened, blood that had been blocked up suddenly rushed through his body, and no longer having those ropes restraining him made his flesh feel like it was stretching, burning, bulging, expanding, and everything was ready to burst.
It hit all at once. He screamed and jolted, wanting the restrictiveness again before everything exploded. His body twitched, curled up, flailed out, arched, and cringed. His body was in a complete spasm, involuntarily thrashing, and he could not stop himself from moving. Before, despite being suspended, at least he had some form of control over his body. Now, he lost control. He was moving without conscious thought.
This was a sort of insanity he knew. It both scared him and soothed him, because unlike last time, Gray was there to stop his body from moving in ways it shouldn't.
Gray was still in complete control, even as Natsu lost all control over speech and thought.
There was so much agony, it blinded his entire nervous system to everything else. He did not hear Gray drop next to him, and he did not feel his body being moved. There were words, but he heard nothing but that rushing, rushing, rushing of his blood through his body, a powerful flash-flood ready to rip him apart from the inside out.
Just then, he was yanked onto all fours, and he felt Gray thrusting back into him, desperate this time. Natsu could do nothing, his cheek resting against the floor, nothing but a shaky moan as Gray slammed inside of him, over and over, cursing under his breath. Natsu's back arched to meet that pounding cock. This was the last thing his insane, out-of-control body needed, and it was what he desperately needed to completely and absolutely lose his mind.
A hand yanked off the blindfold, but Natsu could not see. Nerves overloaded, leaving him blind, deaf, unable even to smell. All he could do was feel.
Feel the skin stretching out after being bound for so long. Feel the blood surging and pulsing through his veins. Feel his ass being fucked without mercy.
Everything was blurred with tears. All sounds were drowned out by the vibrating pulses of his own heartbeat. Natsu sobbed, not caring that he was crying and drooling.
He was suddenly yanked up off the floor, but before he could whine, he felt some new pain. Gray was biting him, and hard. He smelled blood, and Natsu screamed. Then he heard heady grunts, Gray's body trembling, and he felt his ass being filled, each pulse so much more sensitive now.
Natsu could do nothing but exist. He smelled Gray's sweat and semen, and he smelled his own blood and cum. Gray had been stroking him, and Natsu had not even felt it, not with everything else tingling across his body. Now, he had white splatter all over the floor, but the mess hardly registered in his brain, nor the fact that he had at some point come a second time.
Gray held Natsu on his lap, his cock still buried deep inside of him. He ran his fingers over the rope marks. What beautiful lines they made on his skin! He stroked Natsu's chest, his fingers gently brushing over the perky nipples. Natsu quietly moaned, his small whimpers leaving his trembling lips. He honestly could take no more.
"You are the most amazing thing in my life, Natsu."
A sob sputtered out bombastically. Everything had been released: his body, his emotions, his darkness.
"Get some of that lust spit in your mouth. I need to heal this bite."
Natsu wanted to bite him back, but he was not sure if he even could anymore. His mouth barely worked, but he managed to suck up some of the drool. Gray kissed him, siphoned the drool into his own mouth, and slathered it over the bite wound with his tongue. The feel of Gray healing him, tenderly caring for him, made another sob convulse out.
Once Gray was sure the wound had stopped bleeding, he wrapped his arms around Natsu's chest and held him preciously.
"That was incredible," he whispered, trembling as the intensity shivered out of his own nerves. "Are you okay?"
Natsu still could barely work his mouth, so he only nodded.
"Give me a moment," Gray said, not ready to move, even though his cock was still inside Natsu. "I need you longer."
Natsu could do nothing but stay right where he was, a limp doll in Gray's lap, and feel Gray clutching him. At that moment though, it was all he needed.
He needed something around him to hold him in like the ropes had done, and Gray's arms were the comfortable restraint he needed now.
End of Chapter 75
AUDIO DRAMA: https://chirb.it/98Kw3E
People who like my audios will find bonus material on my Tumblr blog, where I uploaded the background argument between Laxus and Natsu. It's ad libbed, not even written anywhere, and it's nearly inaudible in the dramatization. Still I thought it was funny and wanted to isolate it and share.
- https://wildrhov.tumblr.com/post/189529375759/this-is-just-the-ad-libbed-background-talk-for
The suspension scene was heavily inspired by ChildishSadism's Shingeki No Kyojin fic "Swing." I have no experience with suspension, only intense fascination with it, so between that fic and chats with real dominatrixes (dominatrices?) I came up with something Gray has been saying from the beginning that he's wanted to do to Natsu.
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