Catch the Thunder

Pet Training

Freed laid on the rug, not comfortable at all, through one half-hour episode of Golden Girls. Then another episode came on, and another. The morning slipped away, and Laxus seemed content to watch television all day, much to Freed's annoyance and boredom.

Laxus got up at some point to make a sandwich for himself and a protein shake that Freed could sip with a straw through the muzzle. "Eat up, pet," was all he said as he placed the drink down. They had their lunch in silence, only occasional chuckles from Laxus at the antics of the elderly women on television.

Freed began to wonder if Laxus was purposely not talking to him. Maybe this was also part of the punishment. Laxus could go through a day without needing him. He had done well on his own before, he would be fine on his own in the future. It stung deep inside. Freed felt like he would be utterly lost without Laxus, yet maybe that was just his own weakness. Laxus was strong enough to not need Freed's constant presence.

After finishing his meager lunch, he shifted around, wishing he had a pillow under him. Sitting on the floor for this long seriously hurt his hips, but if he sat wrong, the butt plug with a cat's tail pressed in weirdly.

Just as he was trying to get comfortable, his ass vibrated. It surprised him so strongly, Freed leaped up and tried to scream. Laxus had his phone out and a sadistic smile on his face.

"Did something spook my pet?" he asked innocently.

Boredom, worries, and discomfort were gone instantly. Freed's heart raced as he realized Laxus could turn that butt plug vibrator on and off whenever he wanted, right from his cellphone.

"Sit back down. I wanna watch my show."

Freed gulped and slowly settled back onto the rug. He had almost become accustomed to all the pet gear, but suddenly he was aware again of everything he was wearing, from the muzzle and furry cat ears down to the puffy paws and fluffy tail butt plug.

"Do you like this show?"

Freed wondered why Laxus would ask when his mouth was strapped shut.

"Wave your tail if you like it."

He knew this was a trick. It had to be. If he waved his tail...

Laxus did not wait. Freed felt vibrations buzzing right against his prostate, and he stiffened in near painful pleasure. Immediately, it was off again, leaving him breathless.

"Ah, you like it, huh? Do you like your little toy?"

Freed was still recovering, so when he hesitated, Laxus clicked his phone again, and Freed jolted at the buzzing pleasure.

"Such a hassle, training a new pet to wag. Let's try it again. Am I your favorite master?"

This time, Freed did not hesitate. He stuck his ass up and wagged it, feeling the tail flop back and forth.

"Look at that! They say cats can't be taught, but my kitty is rather smart. Aren't you, pet?"

Freed whimpered and wagged his tail again.

"So good. Come here. Let me pet you."

Freed eagerly rushed to his side and laid his head in Laxus' lap. His chest still heaved with shock, but when Laxus' huge hand landed on his head and stroked his hair down, Freed honestly purred.

"Shit, that's adorable," Laxus muttered, feeling his heart race. He gulped hard and forced himself back into a domineering voice. "Who's a good kitty?"

Freed lifted his eyes and tried to smile through the binding face harness. He wagged his tail as best as he could.

Laxus patted the green head. "Yes, you are. You're a good kitty."