Catch the Thunder

You're Freed

Freed felt lost, drifting, fading in and out of reality. He felt the jolting of Laxus walking down steps and through a hallway, then jumped as Laxus pushed open a door and kicked it closed behind him.

Now that they were back in the dressing room, Laxus could finally slip out of his strict dominant role. He hugged Freed to him, kissing him, cuddling him, gasping as he finally allowed himself to physically react to all he just experienced. While on stage, he acted as detached as he always had with clients, but now ... holy fucking shit, he just did all that ... with Freed ... in public! As it fully dawned on him, Laxus felt instantly overwhelmed.

"Damn, you were good. So good!" he panted, kissing Freed over and over as the mental and emotional onslaught shattered apart the cold, dominant exterior.

Freed moaned, and Laxus trembled at the sound escaping from the ball gag. Blind, mute, collared, caged up! Fuck, he was getting hard already! He placed Freed down onto his feet.

"Are you okay?"

Freed began to answer, but he realized he could not move his jaw or lips. He nodded instead and snapped once.

"Okay. I'll take this off." Laxus removed the feathered face mask and began to reach behind his head for the blinding eye mask. Freed yanked away with a grunt of protest and two snaps. Laxus drew back, stunned for a moment. "No?" Then he smirked sadistically. "You like it?"

Freed felt heat in his cheeks, but he nodded. The world was still out of reach, and he liked being in this dark oblivion where the only thing that existed was Laxus.

"Let me tend your ass, at least. I'm gonna sit on the couch and lay you over my lap. We'll get some lotion on that ass before you really start to hurt."

He grabbed a bottle from his bag of supplies. He had brought a small bottle for Virgo—good luck to Flare on snagging that extreme masochist—and a special bottle for Freed in his favorite scent. He guided Freed over to the couch, watching him shuffle his feet slowly. Laxus sat first and placed Freed stomach-down over his lap. He looked at that gloriously pink ass and ... MINE!

He had seen that impression paddle in a shop earlier that week. It was hell hiding it from Freed for so long, which was why Laxus insisted on packing the supplies. He had to sneak that paddle onto the stage with help from the stagehand Ren. He would have to remember to grab it before they left.

Laxus squirted lotion into his hand and carefully rubbed out the skin. He told the audience that aftercare was vital. When he was a sadist-for-hire, he never once dealt with aftercare. He hated the idea of treating those disgusting men tenderly. With Freed, it was the best part. He heard Freed's sensual, relaxed moans as the pain faded and true pleasure settled in.

"You were incredible," he praised, and Freed wanted to smile despite the ball stretching his lips. "I bet you were shocked that there was someone else."

Freed tensed up and whined. He had been an emotional wreck filled with anxiety when he first realized Laxus would be working with another submissive.

The massive hand soothed over burning hot skin. "Were you jealous?" he asked casually. He heard a whimper from Freed. "You were, weren't you? Wondering who she was." His other hand stroked Freed's splayed hair. "How did that make you feel?"

In annoyance, Freed shouted something around the gag that was close to, "Obviously I can't tell you when I'm like this, you idiot!"

Laxus chuckled, petting Freed's head more, calming down his annoyance. "I know." He reached down and took hold of that slender hand used to holding a sword, yet soft and unblemished, the signs of a spoiled life. He stroked his thumb over the silver promise ring with its etched lightning bolt. "Only you. Do you understand? Only ... you!"