Runic Services: Days 11-17
Hi all. Here’s the next week of my kinktober, Freed centric fic. The full fics are under the cut. Hope you all enjoy them, and you can see them as they’re uploaded every day on the Ao3 version. Sorry it’s a little late, and I hope you all enjoy
Day 11 - Handcuffs [Freed x Gray]
Gray wanted kink, and Freed was happy to oblige. Now he has Gray cuffed, needy, and the perfect target for some petty revenge. Edging and cum painting included.
Day 12 - Kneeling [Freed x Natsu]
Natsu asks for Freed to put him in his place, so Freed had him kneel while he reads. But he makes him kneel on coarse wood, and rewards him for being ever so good.
Day 13 - Dildos [Freed x Loke]
Loke likes to be watched, and Freed loves watching. But sometimes watching without touch is torture, and when Loke is equipped with two dildos, he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Day 14 - Possessive Sex [Freed x Laxus]
After a scene with another man runs long, Freed stinks of him and Laxus doesn’t like it. So Freed offers Laxus a chance to claim him, in his own bed.
Day 15 - Semi-Public Sex [Freed x Midnight x Erik]
Midnight came to Freed with a fantasy: he wanted the risk of getting caught. So Freed takes the man in his tent, forgetting the man who could hear everything was one tent away.
Day 16 - Remote Control [Freed x Bickslow]
On a guild wide guys night, Bickslow is plugged deep and Freed has the remote. Freed teases Bickslow all night long, and gives him one way to earn his cum. Put on a show.
Day 17 - Service Kink [Freed x Jellal]
Jellal wanted nothing more from Freed than orders, so Freed sets him to work. Laundry, cooking, cleaning. Jellal will do it all, wearing nothing but a bow tie and a smile.
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Day 11 - Handcuffs [Freed x Gray]
"Oh, seriously?" Gray groaned when he saw what Freed had picked up. "You're so petty sometimes."
"I've no idea what you mean," Freed lied as he approached Gray, two pairs of handcuffs clinking against his thigh as he did so.
Gray was sitting in a small, armed chair, naked as ever and with his cock pointing long and hard at the ceiling of Freed's playroom. Gray was not the kinkiest of men, and came to Freed sporadically, typically whenever he wanted his dick sucked or his ass pounded without the need for further discussion. He sometimes indulged in kink of a gentler sort, and today had asked for something a little more interesting. He let Freed choose just how that would go, and Freed would make him regret it.
Despite being a conscientious and responsible dominant, Freed did have a petty side. He'd had the vague concept of enacting this revenge for a few months now, should Gray ever give him the perfect scenario to do it. Today was that day; and he would relish it.
"Liar," Gray accused, but rested his hands on the armrests so that Freed could cuff them in place. "You really still bitter about that?"
"About what?" Freed deflected, casually cuffing them tight enough that they'd just chafe.
"Me beating your ass," Gray grinned, and Freed grasped his cheeks to stop him from speaking.
"You've such a pretty face, Gray. Don't make me ruin it with a gag."
Gray didn't say anything when Freed released him, but still looked smug. Just over a month prior, a guild wide training event had taken place, and Gray apparently had a new trick which he used on Freed. Ice Make: Handcuffs. They'd been tight, cold, and had allowed Gray to showboat at Freed's expense. Apparently, he remembered it as clearly as Freed did, but that was fine. Freed knew how to wipe a smile off a man's face.
"So what's this gonna be?" Gray asked, shifting so he could get comfortable. "You jerk me off, maybe suck me, but keep me on the edge for an hour or something?"
"Close: but a little optimistic in the time frame," Freed said as he stepped back and appreciated his trapped, cuffed boy. "You're here until sundown."
Gray blinked. "It's nine AM."
"It is, isn't it?" Freed smiled, and started to remove his clothes. "You're a little wrong about the ways in which I'll enjoy you, too. There will be edging, of course, but I hardly see the need to restrain myself from cumming. Not when I have such a pretty target trapped for me."
"Seriously?" Gray groaned.
"Yes."
"So just 'cause I beat you in a fight I gotta be your cum rag while you give me blue balls for hour-errs," Gray's voice slurred when Freed, naked bar his boxer briefs, went to his knees between Gray's thighs and sucked his dick to the base in a quick, hot movement. The tip of his tongue probed the slit of Gray's dick, before he let it side down his needy length. Gray threw his head back in a groan, before slurring out, "You got new tricks, huh?"
"Not at all; I've always been able to do this. I just don't like you enough to use my best work on you," Freed grinned.
"Oh I'm gonna kick your ass all over ag-aghh!" Gray groaned as Freed took him to the root again, swallowing firm and tormenting him with his throat. Gray never jerked off – or so he claimed – and much preferred the hand, mouth, or ass of another, so whenever he came to Freed's playroom, he was already quite pent up. Today would be fun.
He bobbed his head up and down, taking Gray in with practiced ease. He sucked the tip, played with Gray's balls just gently enough for it to feel like a tease, before taking Gray in his mouth fully and sucking down three long swallows.
His needy toy nearly came from that alone, and bucked his hips wildly. Freed couldn't allow that.
"I think more restraints are becoming necessary," Freed said, affecting a casual voice as he stepped back, drinking in Gray's needy moan of displeasure.
He went to his bondage chest and pulled out a set of thigh cuffs, which would keep Gray from bucking up again without Freed's permission. He let Gray see them, enjoyed the irritated huff Gray let out, then got to work wrapping the leather bands tight around Gray's thighs. He snapped the chain around the legs of the chair, and adjusted the cuffs so that Gray was afforded no room to move his legs at all.
Satisfied with how bound his plaything was, he cupped Gray's cheek before giving him a gentle slap across the face. Gray instinctively went to move, but the handcuffs wouldn't allow him to. Freed laughed gently at him.
"You're so pretty. Even prettier when you're cumming, Fullbuster," he praised. "It's a shame I'm so – what was it you called me? – petty."
Freed hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and slid them off, watching Gray as Gray watched him back. Freed was hung, and had an inch on Gray as well as some girth, and Gray always liked seeing Freed stripped completely. Freed would give him exactly what he wanted.
Well balanced and athletic, Freed all but leapt. One foot was placed in the space between Gray's thighs – just close enough to his balls to have Gray wincing – while the other rested on the arm of the chair. Gray looked up at him with an unimpressed expression, which might have been convincing if his eyes weren't flicking all over Freed from the new vantage point.
"You once said I was statuesque," Freed teased. "I think it's time you admired me, no?"
"You realise from this angle I could headbutt your balls?"
"And I could cut yours off with my sword. See; we can both make hollow threats."
Freed silenced whatever retort Gray might have by taking his own cock in hand and stroking it with slow but intentioned movements. He allowed himself to relish the glide of his own hand against the hot flesh, eyes closed as the familiar pleasure of his own hand rolled up his spine. His balls swung with the movement, slow and steady, and Freed relished the feeling of them hitting his thighs.
Gray would hate this. He would hate there was a cock being tended to while his own leaked and quivered, slapping against his perfect abs. He would be furious, and in his own head. He would be fantasising about Freed touching him. About him getting the easy orgasm he had expected when he had come to the playroom.
Tough shit.
When Freed opened his eyes, Gray was glaring up at him, chest rising and falling fast with his short breaths. His cock laid hard against Freed's foot, leaking slightly as his eyes tracked every little thrust Freed made as he started to pound his fist.
He sped up, one hand grasp Gray's hair, and started to jerk his cock faster. He let the moans and groans that came with a skilled hand fly freely, moving his foot just enough to graze against the needy head of Gray's cock. Gray glared and his breaths went even faster, handsome face looking wrecked and angry and beautiful.
Fuck, how resplendently ruined would Gray look when Freed released him?
The fantasy of it – of Gray on the edge of sanity and fury and wanting to kill Freed and fuck him in equal measure – drove Freed wild. He would get that. He would get his revenge. He would ruin Gray and make him mad with edges and denied lust.
With a long moan, Freed felt the orgasm riding through him. He aimed his cock right at Gray's face, shooting a load of cum right at him. Then he aimed lower: painting Gray's abs with hot white seed. Gray leant back, groaning in dissatisfaction as the salty taste of spunk slid between his lips. Freed shot on Gray's face again, then his hair, then finished over his lap. He was a mess, and Freed loved it.
"Well," Freed said with a bit of a pant. "Ten minutes have gone, a little over eleven hours left."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Gray groaned, looking down at his needy cock.
"Safe word or obey, there are no other options," Freed shrugged; and after a stagnant moment Gray made his choice by looking to the side and saying nothing. "Good boy. Now, I'm going to leave you here for a while, let that cum really crust up, so don't go anywhere," Freed laughed to himself. "Ill only be out of the house for a short while."
"You're leaving me like this!"
"Ten minutes at the most. I just need to help Natsu find his way; you know how he is with directions."
"Natsu!"
"Oh, didn't I tell you. He's going to fuck me in front of you," and there was that pretty fury Freed wanted. The same fury Freed had felt after training fight. "He was quite enthusiastic. I wonder why."
"You're kidding. You're gonna take that flamebrain in your ass over me!"
"Of course. He's a better fuck than you."
Gray all but snarled at that, pulling against his cuffs as Freed walked away. Freed grinned and shut the door, leaving Gray on his own, his chain clanking and his cock leaking as he tried to tell Freed just how wrong he was.
He thought over the details of Gray's requested roleplay, which contained the intricacies of the fantasy he was currently indulging in. Long term bondage, being cummed on, denial, edging, and Natsu. It was a simple, lovely fantasy, and Freed had enjoyed the role play. He would enjoy being fucked by Natsu while Gray could only watch even more. Angry and flushed and desperate to prove himself but unable to do anything but rage.
Gray was a proud man, and there was nothing better than crushing a proud man under the weight of one of his most desired fantasies made real. Even better with the use of handcuffs.
Day 12 - Kneeling [Freed x Natsu]
As he casually flipped to the next chapter, Freed spared Natsu a short glance, and wondered what Natsu thought of his predicament.
He probably thought Freed wasn't really reading, and that the occasional turning of a page was just an act to further put Natsu in his place. Maybe he thought that Freed would be unable to concentrate on his book, or anything other than what he was doing to Natsu. He likely thought that Natsu, in the state that Freed had positioned him into, would be far too all-encompassing to do anything but lust over.
If Natsu thought any of those, he clearly didn't understand the lure of a good book.
Though, even with a book as good as the one Freed was reading, Natsu was distracting when all he wore was a leather cross across his chest and a black mesh jockstrap. More distracting still when all he did was kneel at Freed's feet.
After their first foray into the world of discipline based kink, Natsu had been keen for more. He claimed Freed had this 'dickhead professor who just wants to spread you open kinda vibe' that, for whatever reason, Natsu was really drawn to. He all but begged for Freed to come up with a scenario where he taught Natsu a lesson, and Freed was never one to be stoic in the face of a begging man. Especially when the aforementioned man was naked, cum drunk and ever so pretty.
So Freed had decided he would further test Natsu's ability to be patient. He would simply have Natsu kneel for him while he read. He was in the latter quarter of a wonderful novel, and once he was done he would either pleasure the man beautifully, or perhaps be rough with him. It really depended on how much he liked the ending.
"Hm," Natsu let out a pitiful whine, and Freed smiled.
It was nice to know the little twist was working as intended.
Dominating a man like Natsu had its difficulties. He was tough, reliant, and used to pain. So Freed had to adapt to the higher threshold of discomfort and pain, and he'd found a rather ingenious way to do it. He didn't have Natsu kneeling on the wonderfully padded floors of the playroom. No. Freed had taken an axe to one of the older trees of the forest, torn off a sheet of bark, and had Natsu kneeling on that.
He squirmed and shifted so obediently and so often that his knees must be in agony. But he didn't safe word. He didn't even take the five-minute reprieve Freed had said he could have if it got to be too much, but he didn't want to stop altogether. He just kneeled there in pain, watching as Freed read.
Honestly, Freed was still a little shocked that Natsu wasn't a brat. He had every hallmark of a bratty little sub who needed to be spanked into submission. But no, he was obedient to a fault. Like a loyal little pup. Freed would get him a pup mask; he'd look spectacular in rubber and leather.
His obedience, along with the alluring wet stain on Natsu's jockstrap, deserved a treat.
Freed changed his sitting position, crossing his legs. He'd stripped off completely before he'd begun to read, and didn't pretend the heavy gaze Natsu kept on him wasn't immensely attractive. His cock remained at a respectable half hard, and he'd not once intentionally hidden sight of it from Natsu. The moments he looked away from the page, Natsu was always checking him out.
His pup was a cock slut, too. Freed loved a man who knew what he wanted.
As he shifted position, Freed let his toes graze the fabric of Natsu's jock, gliding across the hard, bulging cock it was struggling to contain. Natsu groaned, his posture slipped to a near waist bend, before he forced himself to return to straight back. Freed grazed a toe up Natsu's abs in a silent reward.
Two chapters later – and one realisation that the book was indeed going with the twist Freed had predicted from the beginning – Freed decided he needed some tea. He'd set a small table up in the corner of the room, with self heating runes to regulate the temperature. Through the back wall of mirrors, Freed could see as Natsu watched him, eyes trained on the firm plumpness of Freed's ass. Not just a cock slut, then. That would be fun to utilise.
He poured himself a cup of tea, put on a bit of a show of clinking the spoon against the china, and returned to his armchair. He pulled out a chilled water bottle from behind the leg, uncapped it, and held it to Natsu's lips.
"Do you know how long you've been kneeling?" Freed asked, speaking to him for the first time since he'd started reading.
"No, sir," Natsu said after removing himself from the bottle.
"Just over an hour. I would have put money on you not making it this long."
"That mean I get something for being good?" Natsu asked with a grin, cheeky little pup.
"I'm not quite that impressed, but I'll admit I'm close," Freed said, stroking a hair through Natsu's shockingly silky hair. Natsu all but pushed into it, and he really wasn't dissuading the notion he was a puppy boy in the making. "How about this. You tell me how it feels to be kneeling like this, and if I'm happy with it, you'll get what you want."
"Yeah. Great. Sir."
"Ah. Not like that," Freed stopped him. "Be yourself. I want to know what you, Natsu Dragneel - the man I've known for years – thinks about having to kneel like this for me. No playing a role, and no telling me what I want to hear. Be yourself."
"Myself?" Natsu asked, slowly, as if he didn't believe Freed. But Freed nodded, so Natsu took a moment. "It hurts like hell, man. You kidding me? I'm kneeling on a piece of crappy old wood. My knees are dying. And I'm wearing this leather cross thing that's not tight enough to hurt, which is pissing me off, and this jockstrap must be like three sizes too small 'cause it's crushing stuff and chafing like a bitch. And you're not even paying me any attention. It sucks. I keep wanting that book to fall and give you a nasty paper cut on your dick just so you know what it's-"
Freed quietened his pup with a kiss, slow and tender. Natsu melted into it, like Freed knew he would, and whined when Freed pulled away. His cheeks were pink and spit trailed between them before falling to the ground. Natsu shifted again, and winced as his knees were grazed more.
"Is that my reward? Because honestly, if you keep doin' it, I'm good with that."
"No. That was my reward for being so patient with you," Freed said, standing up now, right in front of Natsu. The kiss had plumped his cock to full hardness, and he gave it a stroke to draw out a dribble of pre cum. Natsu watched as it fell to the floor, before looking back up at Freed. "This is your reward."
With two strong hands on the back of Natsu's head, Freed stepped forward and all but shoved his dick into Natsu's mouth. Natsu groaned, and the vibrations had Freed arching his back as a moan of pleasure slipped free. He held Natsu tight, forcing him to take and hold every inch of him.
Natsu would have no complaints. Nobody sucked cock like him.
But Freed afforded him no control. With his grasp on Natsu's head unwavering, he began to hammer into him fast and relentless. He jackhammered into him, the brutal heat sending shivers throughout Freed with each cruel thrust. He cared little for how much Natsu could take, and knew that his partner relished the objectification. In this room, a good pup did as his master demanded, and right now all Freed demanded was that Natsu take him as hard and as fast as he wanted.
Over the jockstrap, Natsu was jerking himself off with a pace matching Freed's thrusts. Each stroke and hump and thrust drove them both wild, and Freed pulled on Natsu's hair. His muscles rippled as he put all his energy into wrecking Natsu's mouth.
Wetness hit his leg, and it took a lagging moment for Freed to realise Natsu had cum, and shot so hard it had breached the mesh of his jockstrap. The fact Natsu had been so turned on that he could achieve such a feat, and had done so while still kneeling on agonised knees, drove Freed to distraction.
With a roar and a deep thrust, he plugged Natsu's mouth one final time and flooded him with spunk. It slid down the sides of Natsu's mouth as he tried valiantly to swallow it all, and each suck had Freed pulsing out more.
This was perfection. To have a beast of a man on his knees, desperate and pained and wanting nothing more than to submit to Freed's twisted games. For Freed, Natsu kneeled.
Once he was done, and had spilled completely down Natsu's throat, he pulled out. A spit trail lingered just as it had when they kissed, and for a moment they looked at each other in silence.
"Now," Freed said breathlessly. "I think it's time I finish my book, don't you?"
Natsu, obedient little pup that he was, only nodded, and kept on kneeling.
Day 13 - Dildos [Freed x Loke]
Day 13: Dildos
Freed x Loke
Loke was many things. A celestial spirit. A flirt. A powerful mage. A model. A pretty boy.
But, most importantly to the situation, he was a vein little fuck boy who wanted nothing more than to be watched. And while Freed liked to get his hands dirty, and really put his subs through whatever physical heaven and hell that they may yearn for, Freed could watch. With a show this good, watching was a damn pleasure.
Loke kneeled on the padded floor, tight little body shivering in the coolness of Freed's playroom. Gentle music of Loke's choosing played through the speaker system – almost quiet enough to not be heard, but it added a layer of sensuality to the moment – as he squirted lube over the larger of the two dildos Freed had prepared for him. He stroked his hand up and down the thick silicone girth of the thing, fingers jutting over the bulbous ridges that would split apart a weaker man.
He looked up at Freed as he prepped the toy, eyes heavy and loaded with lust. Freed just looked back down at him, giving him all he needed. Loke just needed to be watched. To be lusted after. To be desired and appreciated. But not touched.
Freed himself slowly pumped his cock at a languishing pace. Not to get himself off. Not to feel good. But to give his sub what he needed. Pure, unadulterated, obvious evidence that his sexy, muscled, perfect body was turning Freed on so madly he couldn't stop himself from seeking pleasure.
"Damn," Loke whispered, probably not realising he even said it. Freed didn't respond.
Once the bigger toy was lubed up and shining – and once Freed had imagined how good it would feel to have Loke's deft, delicate hands on his own cock in such a way – Loke moved to the next dildo. This was shorter, and a little thinner, but by no means anything other than a monster of a toy. He placed it on the ground, using the suction cup to keep it in place, then got on all fours before it. He looked up at Freed with dirty eyes, lowered his head, and licked.
Fuck, Loke was hot.
He spread his tongue wide on the shaft of the toy, right at the base next to the silicon balls, and slowly licked his way up fake veins. His handsome, teasing face had Freed enchanted, and not for the first time during their sessions, Freed wanted to throw the toy away and fuck Loke's mouth. But all he could do was watch the little lion put on a show.
Once he was at the tip of the dildo, he wrapped his lips around the head with a tight seal. He sucked on it, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he swallowed like it were a real dick. He arched his back, his plump rear high in the air and perfectly fuckable, if only Freed could.
Still stroking his cock, he circled Loke so he could see him from all angles. His firm ass, his muscled thighs, his golden hair, and his sinful eyes. A seductive master, performing for Freed and Freed alone.
"You're beautiful," Freed gasped out, having to release his dick before the urge to stroke himself with intention became too much.
For as long as Freed held himself back from cumming, Loke would keep on performing. It was a deal that had paid dividends many times. Loke would keep going for hours, covering himself in his own cum, playing with the toys that most of his subs shied away from, and totally wrecking any sense of elegance he normally had. He would be ragged, exhausted, and debauched, but he wouldn't stop as long as he had a captive audience with Freed.
Many times, Freed had taken advantage of that, and used Loke for his own denied pleasure. But not today. Something about today told Freed that this would be a short show. Something about the pleasure and need in Loke's eyes. The way he sucked the toy. The way he presented himself. Loke wanted to drive Freed mad, and it was working.
With a deep lunge, Loke took all eight inches of the toy into his mouth. He gagged slightly around it, and Freed found himself entranced by the bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed around the thick girth of the toy. He held himself there for a few long, delicious moments, before rising nearly to the tip and plunging down again.
He repeated the motion, never once taking his eyes off of Freed. It was like they were ensnared by each other, and Freed found himself stroking his dick time and time again. His breaths came short, and he forced himself to step back, look away, and lace his hands behind his head. Anything to stop himself from cumming too soon and ending the show he was being gifted.
"You know the rules," Loke purred a seductive purr. "Eyes on me, Handsome."
"Give me a second."
"Not how this works, lovely."
Freed growled, but turned back to Loke, who was grinning at him with his lips pressed against the tip of the toy. He licked it again, and Freed felt the phantom sensation of a tongue on his own cock, and shivered at the false teasing. His hand found his cock again, balls tight in their sac and precum leaking.
Loke shifted his position to reach for the other toy. The larger, ribbed, curved dildo that made most men weak at the knees. He gave the tip a gentle kiss, before sitting back, spreading his legs, and presenting his hole for Freed to see. His abs flexed, his cock twitched and his hole clenched and unclenched. He leant back, laid down on the floor, and teased his hole with the dildo. Freed swallowed at the sight, pulling hard on his dick, eyes trained on the man before him.
"Hey Freed," Loke whispered.
"Yes," Freed croaked.
"Watch this," He instructed redundantly, before slamming the toy into his ass.
The beautiful moan was music in the room, and the way his hole took the ever-thickening toy was an act of god. He took it halfway down the twelve inches, throwing his head back and arching his back in a perfect curve. He ground his hips down on the toy, and Freed watched with bated breath.
Damn, Freed wanted to fuck him. He had for years. For every session they'd had together. For every shared modelling session, every flirty little moment they shared, and every passing graze of a hand as he passed. Anytime Freed saw a pretty, handsome, sexy man he wanted nothing more to ensnare, fuck, and delight them.
Loke knew it, and toyed with the desire every chance he got.
"You're leaking," Loke teased.
"As are you," Freed snapped.
"Doesn't matter if I cum. Only matters if you do," Loke said, and ground his hips down to take the toy in another inch. "Aw, fuck yeah. So full."
"No one fucking says that," Freed growled.
"So full," Loke repeated, and with any other sub, that would have got him a whipping. Teasing, bratting little bitch.
But Freed's snappish anger departed and was overcome when Loke pushed the toy deeper in, and a low ruined groan split through his throat with no exaggeration nor performance. He was taking the toy so well and looked damn angelic as he writhed and jutted his hips up. He would take Freed's cock so well. He would moan like a perfect, wonderful slut while Freed took him, and Freed would drink in the sounds with greed and abandon.
Seeing Freed's clenched fist, his intentioned lack of a grasp of his cock, and his furiously blissed out expression, Loke moaned again. He reached to the side, found the toy he'd sucked, and brought it to his lips again. Only when he saw Freed's stuttering gasp did he take it deep and sucked it.
Fuck, what a sight.
Loke writhed and rolled his hips as he was filled deep from both ends. He started to fuck himself with the toy while he deep throated the other. His body was perfect debauched pleasure, and Freed just wanted to touch and bite and whip and kiss. He took the toys so good. So good for Freed. Such a good boy!
He gagged on the full length of one toy, while the other was pushed in and out in a fast, greedy rhythm. He gagged and thrusted and bucked his hips like a wild animal yet maintained just enough elegance to have Freed's toes curling.
So desperate to put the lion in his place, flashes of fantasies struck Freed fast and vicious. He could do so much to Loke. Make him feel so good. Make him hurt so much.
"Fuck!" Freed roared with a sudden ferocity, turning from Loke just to catch his breath. He would not cum yet. He would not submit to this brat.
"Freed," Loke coaxed, and Freed didn't respond. "Freed."
"I know, I need to look at you," Freed snapped. "Just give me a moment."
There wasn't a response right away, and when there was one, it was the voice of a seducer. "Hey Freed, guess what."
"What?" Freed grunted.
"Come kiss me, Handsome."
Freed's head snapped to him. He'd thrown the toy he was sucking to the side, and crooked a finger to summon Freed towards him. Damn, Freed wanted to, so much. But he needed to hold back, to give Loke a chance to take it back. He quirked an eyebrow, and Loke just blew him a little kiss and pushed the toy in deeper. That was enough.
He stormed towards him, climbed over him, and pinned his wrists above his head, the toy still deep in his ass. Loke looked up at him with wide, needy eyes, and Freed wasted no more time. He lunged down, and kissed the lion who had been tormenting him for years. Loke kissed like he lived; seductively, beautifully, and brilliantly.
Damn, Freed wanted him as his own.
"Keep kissing me," Loke demanded on a whisper the moment Freed pulled apart. "And fuck me with the toy."
Freed didn't need convincing. He kissed Loke again, tongues butting against each other as Freed grabbed the base of the toy and fucked Loke with it. In and out, kissing deeper and deeper. The first shocks of pleasure he'd ever been permitted to give Loke, and he would bring his lion all the pleasure a man could feel. He'd get him addicted. He'd have Loke begging to know what Freed could do with his own cock.
Any pretence of acting Loke had been putting on was gone now. Now, he writhed and moaned and rutted in genuine pleasure, letting Freed plunder him and stretch him with his biggest dildo. Freed ate the moans, never taking more than a split second to breathe before pulling Freed into another kiss.
"Fu-uck!" Loke howled into Freed's mouth, and Freed felt it as hot cum shot onto his own stomach. Loke pushed down on the dildo, and up into Freed's mouth as he rode out the ecstasy of an orgasm. "Aw fuck. Fucking hell!"
Freed pushed the toy in deeper and deeper, milking every drop out of Loke's balls until he collapsed into a satisfied heap on the ground. Freed fell with him, sweat and cum sticking their hot bodies together.
"Since we're getting touchy," Freed panted. "Perhaps I could show you how much better I am than a toy."
Loke laughed a blissed out laugh. "Took us this long to kiss, you really think I'll spread my legs that quickly," Loke leaned down and kissed Freed on the cheek. "You'll have to be patient, handsome."
"I have been patient."
"I'm worth the wait."
He would be, was the annoying thing. So Freed would wait. He'd wait until Loke wanted his dick. He'd wait until they could finally do what they both wanted. He'd wait until Loke realised he had been bratting for years.
And when that day came, Freed would pull every dirty trick, sadistic tease, and brutal act of dominance so that Loke wouldn't be walking straight for weeks.
"Very well," Freed panted after a moment, stroking his hands down Loke's chest. "I will wait, and you will test my patience, and eventually you will submit to me and be every bit as good as I wish you to be. And then, when that happens, I will ruin you."
Loke, his little lion, simply purred.
Day 14 - Possessive Sex [Freed x Laxus]
It didn't happen often, Laxus getting jealous. When they'd started the shift from dominant and submissive to master and slave – or when they'd started dating, as most would put it – Freed had been firm that he wouldn't stop seeing his other submissives and dominants. There would be no romance between any of them, but it was a part of his life that he would not end, and Laxus had been perfectly fine with it.
They'd come to an agreement with how that would work. Freed would be transparent, but not descriptive, and there was to be no secrets and no questions that couldn't be asked and wouldn't be answered. They also agreed that Freed would rid his scent of all other men after every session, and Freed almost always managed to do it.
Today was an exception.
A scene with a sub had gone slightly wrong. The sub had wanted to test his limits, and Freed had thought him ready. But at the apex of the scene, Freed noticed that his partner was showing signs of distress despite refusing to admit it. Freed asked and asked, and eventually had to use the safeword himself for fear of his subs wellbeing. That had opened the floodgates to his subs real emotions, and a lot of aftercare, and gentle support had been needed to get his partner back to himself. It had taken a long time, and Freed had barely returned from walking his partner home when Laxus returned. Freed hadn't been able to shower yet, and likely reeked of his partner's scent. He went to it almost immediately, but Freed knew Laxus wouldn't have been able to miss it.
"It's okay to be angry with me, you know," Freed said, looking down at Laxus. They were in the living room, sitting in front of a fire with Laxus kneeling at Freed's feet, Freed scratching his scalp and playing with his hair. "I broke our agreement."
"Not intentional. And it's not like you could've helped it. I would've been fucking pissed if you didn't look after him but, it's just…" Laxus groaned. "I completely understand it, and I completely support it, but it still pisses me off."
"And that's natural. As is your anger."
"No. It's not fair. It's not rational."
"Laxus, I have an immense amount of control over your body and behaviour, a control I doubt I would ever give to anyone. In a lot of ways, our relationship is neither fair nor rational, and that extends to your benefit as well as mine," Freed smiled down at him. "I would never want you to hide your feelings, especially if you're angry at me."
"I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at myself because this is gettin' to me. I know you fuck other guys, and that they fuck you, and that they hear the same orders you give me and that we use the same toys. I know that. I know I don't own you like you own me but…" Laxus sighed. "I just can't stop smelling him."
"Well, first off Laxus Dreyar, you own me just as much as I own you. I play with those men, but my devotion and love is only for you," Freed made Laxus look up at him, and cupped his cheek. "And secondly, perhaps it would settle you if I made it clear all the parts of me that you and you alone get to see."
Laxus didn't say anything, but he averted his gaze and shifted, and Freed knew his slave well enough to know that was agreement without being willing to say it.
"You see me at all times. Not just in play. You see me when I wake up. When I'm testy. When I'm sick. When I'm wine drunk and start playing the piano. When I'm cooking. When I'm yours," He stroked a thumb down Laxus' cheek. "You get me romantic, and tired, and sneaky, and bloodthirsty, and happy. You get this house, not just a room in it. You get the life that extends outside of kink. You get the man, not the fantasy."
Laxus blushed a little more. "Sweet talker."
"You also, if you're ready for it of course, get a chance to stake your claim on me," Freed said with a smile, and Laxus' eyes snapped to him. Laxus truly loved sex, and Freed loved how unashamed he was of it. "Fuck me, my dear, and I promise I won't shower until you're entirely satisfied your point, and indeed your claim, has been made clear."
With a bit of hesitation, and a deep swallow, laxus spoke. "The playroom cleaned up? Because, I don't wanna smell him-"
"The playroom is clean, but that's not where we're going."
Laxus looked at him with wide eyes. "You mean…"
"Fuck me in my own bed, Mister Dreyar."
Laxus was up on his feet within a moment, breaking an order but Freed didn't mind all that much. He was on Freed within an instant, kissing him deeply and hooking his hands under his thighs. Freed laughed as he was hauled up in Laxus' arms, and Laxus swallowed the laugh with a kiss.
Despite having advanced their relationship to dating two months prior, they'd never done anything other than sleep in either man's bed. Kink was a big part of their sex life, and they naturally defaulted to the playroom – or broom closets, alleyways, and on one occasion an unused horse stable – and the beds went unfucked. Silently, it had become something of a big moment that loomed over them, one that Freed wanted to get right.
Now was the perfect moment.
Laxus lowered Freed onto the mattress of his bed slowly, climbing on top of him and peppering kisses down Freed's jaw. His hands deftly unbuttoned Freed's shirt, and he roamed over the strong expanse of muscle he was presented with. Freed tangled a hand in Laxus' short hair, sighing in utter pleasure as Laxus kissed, stroked, and kneaded any part of him that he seemed worthy. Laxus was a soft, attentive, all-encompassing lover when kink wasn't involved and loved showing his partner the adoration he might struggle to verbalise, apparently. Freed relished it.
Freed shifted so that his shirt could be removed fully, and took the opportunity to slide Laxus' tee over his head. He indulged in the sight of Laxus half stripped. His body was a wonder. Broad shoulders, his chest with that beautiful tattoo, abs that flexed with each and every breath, a tight little waist that culminated in a firm V shape, and the most handsome face.
Freed reached up and ran his hands, firm and strong, over Laxus' torso. Laxus had a lovely blissed out expression, and his eyes fluttered as Freed teased his nipples before leaning back, hand wrapped around the back of Laxus' neck, taking him with him.
The kissed again, hot skin against hot skin as Laxus slid his hands up and down Freed's sides. Freed raised his waist up a little, and Laxus must have known because he unbuttoned Freed's pants and slid them down. They soon reached the floor, and Laxus spread Freed's legs wide enough to line kisses up the left. He placed a soft kiss to Freed's sac, nose resting against his cock, and took a long inhalation. He looked drunk of the scent of Freed's soaps and cologne.
"Better," He purred, before taking a long lick of Freed's cock, slow and teasing.
Freed let his head fall back, eyes closed as he praised in a whisper, "Gods, your tongue."
"Like it?" Laxus asked, and Freed made a vaguely agreeing noise as Laxus licked him again. "That's awful flattering, but I don't wanna suck you tonight. I wanna fuck you while I kiss you."
Something about it drove Freed wild. Something about how certain Laxus sounded, or that he had dropped their master/slave dynamic completely, or just the hungry lilt in his voice. But Freed raised his hips, spread his legs wider, and gave Laxus silent permission to do whatever the hell he wanted.
Soon enough, Laxus had the heating-enchanted lube slicking his fingers. He moved Freed so his feet were flat on the bed, legs raised in a harsh angle that had his ass raised and exposed. Laxus pressed little kisses, and the occasional bite, into Freed's thighs as he slowly began to stretch him out. The warm lube and Laxus' thick, probing, stretching fingers were magnificent.
"That enough, Darlin'?" Laxus asked, and Freed felt his balls contracting at the nickname alone.
"Yes," Freed panted, pushing down when Laxus curled his finger and stroked the side of Freed's flesh. "Fuck."
"You're mine, aren't you?"
"Yes. Only yours," Freed panted. "So, completely, utterly yours."
"You're gonna reek of me," Laxus said, licking a long stripe up Freed's stomach, fingers still stretching him. "Your bed. Your body. All gonna be me."
"Fuck," Freed panted, cock twitching and leaking at the idea of it. "Yes. Please."
"God, you get real needy when you're in your own bed, huh?" Laxus teased, pressing the lightest of kisses onto Freed's lips. "You want me to fuck you, Master?"
"Yes!"
Laxus laughed, then hooked Freed's legs over his shoulders. Freed looked up at the Adonis who belonged to him – him and nobody else – with wide eyes as hard muscles flexed and Laxus grinned down at him.
He wondered what Laxus saw. He would see Freed with his hair spread out across the sheets. He would see Freed's naked body, cock needy and hard for him and ass ready for whatever Laxus wanted. He would see flushed cheeks, parted lips, and eyes so heavy with lust that they must have shone with it. He would see the man who loved him, and adored him, and cherished him above all else, ready to be fucked.
The press of a thick cock head against his ass had Freed snapping out of his slightly dazed moment, and Laxus laughed a little. He pushed Freed's legs further into his torso, knowing he was flexible enough to take it.
"Fast or slow?" Laxus asked.
"However you want me."
Laxus grinned, and slowly pushed his dick into Freed. The thick girth of him was agonisingly addictive. It hurt, and Laxus knew it, and kept going. Freed loved it, and did all he could to push himself further down to fully split himself open. Laxus kept pushing, and kept moving Freed until he could lean down and press a kiss on his lips. When Freed was entirely folded, and entirely filled with Laxus' thick cock, Laxus froze and grinned.
"Tell me I belong to you."
"You belong to me, Laxus," Freed said, voice a sudden possessive snarl. "You are mine."
"Tell me you own me."
"I own you. Ever damn inch of you. Every thought and fantasy. Every bit of you is for me."
"Tell me you're gonna reek of me."
"Everyone will know. Everyone will smell it. You. For as long as you want."
"Tell me you're my master."
"Of course I am," Freed panted. "You've belonged to me from the moment you first saw me."
"Tell me I'm your slave."
"You're mine!"
Laxus suddenly moved. He took Freed into a wonderfully messy, passionate, deep kiss. He jackhammered his cock in and out of Freed's ass, again and again. Hard and fast and entirely like Laxus. Laxus fucked him like he fought. Like he lived. Like his passions had him on edge and he was ready to explode in every moment. And Freed was the one to see it, to feel the reverberations and to be taken out by the aftershocks. Laxus was his personal, one-man supernova, and he fucked like a damn machine.
Moaning and slurring and panting, Freed lost himself. He only existed to feel the kiss of his man, the rub of their hot bodies together, the burn of muscle from his awkward position, the split of his ass, and the scent of his slave.
He came, drunkenly rutting into Laxus' pounding cock. His cock exploded over them both, and the slick sliding of their hard stomachs felt magical. Laxus slammed into him again and again, relishing the tightness of Freed's orgasm-clenched ass before filling his hole with his own seed. He pulled out fast enough for Freed to moan out in agonised delight, and shot three fat spurts of cum all over Freed. He then ran his hands all over Freed, rubbing their shared cum into his skin. He went so far as to stroke his face and hair.
"You're gonna smell so fucking good," Laxus purred, sliding onto Freed and kissing him again. "Nobody's gonna be able to look you in the eye."
"Not even you?"
"You kidding me. I'm not letting my master out of my goddamn sight."
With that, Laxus pulled Freed into a kiss, and Freed knew that, for as long as he felt this bliss that only Laxus could give him, his were the only eyes he'd ever need on him again. His Dragon. His slave. His Boy. And, Freed was quite certain of this, the man who he would one day both collar, and marry.
Day 15 - Semi-Public Sex [Freed x Midnight x Erik]
The little gasp Midnight – he'd asked to go by Midnight for this – let out when Freed appeared in front of him was pretty damn adorable. Freed quite literally ate it up, pulling the man into a soft kiss that he immediately melted into. Freed crawled on top of him, holding him close and kissing him passed his nerves, and into a blissful state of anticipation.
"How are you feeling?" Freed whispered, smile mostly friendly, if a little seductive.
Midnight took a moment. "Excited."
"Good."
Freed kissed him again, and used the kiss to gently push Midnight so that he was spread out on his bedroll. A small, old fashioned tent half way up a wooded mountain wasn't the most cohesive place to bring a man to the edge of pleasure, but Freed would make it work. This was what Midnight had asked for, after all.
It had happened rather abruptly. Crime Sorcière had come to Fairy Tail a month prior, and apparently Freed's reputation preceded him, because on the final night of the visit Midnight had cornered Freed and asked if he made true the fantasies of men outside of his own guild. Freed confirmed he did, if they married up with what he was comfortable with and were with a man he was attracted to. Freed had made it very clear that Midnight fell into the latter category and asked what fantasy Midnight had.
He wanted to feel the risk of being caught. By his guild-mates no less.
The nomadic nature of Crime Sorcière meant a lot of times spent in camps, up close and personal with the rest of the guild. Midnight was a young man, and his balls ached like anyone else. He jerked off often, and at some point, the risk of someone overhearing went from terrifying to exhilarating. He now stroked himself off to the thought of being caught. And not just with his dick in his hand. He dreamed of being caught with a man, mid thrust and lost to the pleasure.
And when Freed heard such a tantalising fantasy, from a man who looked so easy to break but he knew was anything but, Freed had no choice but to make it happen. He'd given Midnight a little fob, told him to squeeze it for five seconds when he wanted his fantasy made real, and if Freed could get there, he'd make his dreams come true.
"This is really happening?" Midnight asked, his voice a pleasure filled gasp that sent shivers down Freed's spine. He loved finding out how a new partner sounded in bed.
"It is," Freed confirmed. "I'm giving you two different safewords for this. Clock, and doorway. If you say clock, it means you want me to stop, and to look after you until you're feeling settled. If you say doorway, it means you want me to immediately teleport away and leave you on your own. Do you understand?"
"Clock means aftercare. Door means get the hell out," Midnight surmised, and Freed smiled.
"Correct," he leant in closer, and his whisper grew sinful. "Now, lets make you scream."
Freed wordlessly kissed Midnight again, hand sliding up his shirt which he quickly removed. Midnight gasped as Freed played with his pierced nipples. He toyed with the studs, and Midnight moaned deep into his mouth. He was verbal indeed. Freed had half expected him to be silent and not getting even close to being caught. This was better. This was a real struggle, and one Freed would enjoy subjecting Midnight to.
He instructed Midnight remove his shirt, and he quickly got to work unbuttoning Freed's buttons. The task did what it was meant to. Midnight's hands were shaking, showing his true nerves, but all it took to steady him was a stroking thumb on his side. He was a little scared, but desperate for it.
Once Freed was shirtless, he took Midnight's hand and roamed it over his body. He let Midnight feel every inch of firm muscle that would be his to play with for the night. The definition of his abs had Midnight gasp, and Freed playfully popped a peck when Midnight groped it. In the darkness of their tent, he could only barely see Midnight's parted lips. He kissed them in reward.
"May I touch your cock, Pretty Thing?" Freed asked, and Midnight nodded.
Freed slid a hand down through the waistband of Midnight's sleep pants, and grinned at the gasp. His hand was gentle and teasing, and it was a touch meant to drive Midnight to distraction. He wanted him riled up and needy, close enough to make a mistake and let his control slip. He didn't know if Midnight could take the reality of being caught, but he needed the fantasy of the risk. Freed could give him that.
As he teasingly stroked Midnight's cock, he left kisses down his milky white torso. It was quiet, wherever they were. Freed could hear leaves rustling, a recently extinguished fire crackling to its end, and even the trickle of a stream. Midnight's guild members would be asleep, as per Freed's instruction, but it was still quiet enough for any sound to be obvious.
This really was going to be fun.
"May I strip you completely?" Freed requested.
"Only if I get to do you first," Midnight grinned a little.
Freed gave him a congratulatory pat on the cheek. "Cheeky."
But he let Midnight do as he wished. Freed wore no underwear below his pants, and watched in the darkness as Midnight saw his cock bobbing. Freed was an impressive sight when stripped, and if he was judging right from the teasing he'd given Midnight, quite a few inches larger too. Freed helped with the removal of his own pants, the tent not giving them enough space for Midnight to do it easily.
Now naked, he let Midnight's hands roam him all over. He played with Freed's cock, his balls, and gave his ass a firm squeeze that nearly had Freed laughing. Midnight had said he'd had sex before, but not often as their lifestyle didn't allow it. He was clearly a man who loved it, though. They were the most fun to play with.
He took Freed's cock in hand, and dragged a nail down a vein, all while pushing his thumb into the slit. Freed had to bite his lip from groaning, and even with limited sight he could see Midnight's amusement.
"You're a little minx, aren't you?"
"I'm pretty. I get away with things," Midnight teased back, and Freed had to kiss the man for the pure gaul of the sentence.
Midnight pushed their bodies together and made a bit of a mess of kicking off his own pants and leaving them to pile up with Freed's. Freed decided to get his own fill of his partner, and took his ass in both hands. Plump, a little firm, and infinitely fuckable. Tonight would be a pleasure.
They kissed and teased one another, a silent game to see who would be the first to make any real noise. Midnight was resilient, but not unbeatable. Midnight had stated he was a strict bottom, and Freed knew the secret to his victory would be to tease his ass.
Soon. Soon he'd have Midnight moaning loud enough for the danger to be present. But for now, all he heard was the panting of a needy man, the rustling of the other tents, and the ambient sounds of nature.
"You really are very pretty," Freed praised as he pressed kisses down Midnight's body.
"I know," Midnight gasped, hands holding Freed's head and pulling at his hair.
"You're also a little arrogant. Sassy, too."
"I know," Midnight grinned. "Maybe you should shut me up."
"Maybe I should," Freed agreed. He crawled up the length of his body, pressed a light kiss on his lips, then asked, "Have you ever sucked a cock, Midnight?"
Midnight's grin almost stopped the pleasured little gasp he let out. "No."
"I think it's time we change that, don't you?"
Midnight's reaction, as beautiful and needy as it was, went to the wayside. Freed was hyper aware of what was going on around him – both by his nature as a mage and as a necessity of a scene like this – so he heard the slightest of thuds followed by a hissed 'mother fucker', presumably from one of the other tents.
It took Freed a moment to recognise the voice, and when he did, he realised what was really happening. Midnight was a man who liked the fantasy of getting caught. Midnight was a man who fed off danger. Midnight was a man who liked to tease people and push their buttons.
Midnight was also a man who slept mere feet away from Erik, who had probably heard every one of Midnight's late night jerk off sessions, and every single thing that had happened since Freed had arrived.
Sneaky little minx.
Freed knew he should be angry. That he should end the scene since he hadn't been informed of everything, and that perhaps a third party had intentionally been involved. But Freed had said during their conversations he wasn't against being caught. And he had seen many times during Crime Sorcière visit the longing, lust filled looks Erik had given Midnight when he wasn't looking. This was morally… dubious, but this was also the mating ritual of people who's morals didn't align with the best of man.
In that, Freed could empathise. So he leant down, whispered as quietly and as seductively as he could, "I bet I could fuck your mouth so well you'd leave this little guild to be my live in toy."
Midnight looked confused for a moment at the sudden change of foreplay, but that hadn't been said for his benefit. And when Freed heard the unzipping of a tent and the sound of bare feet on forest ground, he knew his intended audience had heard.
Freed gave Midnight a wink. "Thank me later, Minx."
Sure enough, the side of Midnight's tent opened, and Erik glared down at them. Midnight gasped as Erik, wearing nothing but boxers that seemed to strain under the tenting erection, stood over them. Freed crawled back, letting Erik see every inch of Midnight's naked, needy body, and didn't miss the dilation of his eyes. Erik swallowed, before turning venomous eyes onto Freed.
"You're not taking him. You're not owning him," he whispered with genuine anger that, Freed had to admit, turned him on immensely. "And you're sure as hell not being the first cock he sucks."
Freed left a gap for Midnight to answer, should he want to, but no answer came. Midnight's cock was ramrod straight though, and he clearly wanted nothing more than to rip Erik's boxers off and suck him raw. He needed a push, and Freed was the man to do it. "And who, pray, will be the first?"
"Me!" Erik snarled as quietly as he could, before storming into the tent, cupping Midnight's chin, and giving him a claiming kiss that had him moaning in ways Freed hadn't been able to coax.
"You want me to suck you?" Midnight said once the kiss broke, eyes wide and manic with desire.
"After months of you jackin' off and panting my name, I damn well demand it."
Midnight looked elated, and Freed almost teleported away to give them their space. But Midnight looked over his shoulder, at Freed and his needy cock, and perhaps the minx had a heart after all. "What about Freed?"
"Smarmy fucker ain't getting near you."
"Little late for that," Freed murmured, and Erik looked murderous.
"You are mine, Snakelet," Erik purred, and the way that Midnight's body relaxed was almost a religious sight. This was a master claiming his submissive, and Freed was given a front row to see it.
"Thank you," Midnight gasped. "Still, seems a little cruel to send him away after getting him hard."
It was a manipulation tactic; Midnight wanted to be filled from both ends, and all three of them knew it. Were Midnight Freed's sub, he might get a spanking for trying it. But Erik must be an indulgent master, because he gave Freed a long, steady look as he thought through his options.
"You eat his ass," Erik snapped. "I get his mouth, and you just make him feel good. You don't touch yourself, you don't cum, and your dick doesn't get anywhere near my boy. You understand me?"
It was a rule, from one dom to another. Freed nodded. "I do."
Erik nodded, then turned back to Midnight. "On your hands and knees, Snakelet. Eyes on me at all times. No touching your dick. You cum from me and me alone."
Midnight did as his newly claimed master demanded, and Freed watched as adoration filled his eyes. Erik removed his boxers as Midnight positioned himself, and the moment Erik was kneeling before him, he took Midnight's head and guided it onto his cock. They stared at each other with open love and lust, and Freed indulged himself, watching as Erik rolled his hot body in slow gyrations, making Midnight gag each time.
But Freed had a role to play. To be a silent addition to another dominant's game. He was to shut up, and make Midnight feel good.
He licked a stripe down Midnight's crack, before sliding his tongue into him. He licked and licked, eyes closed to give the men their privacy. He probed Midnight's hole with expert precision, doing all he could to be the mindless sensation that drove Midnight over the edge. Erik thrust so firmly into Midnight that his body jerked with each thrust, and Freed timed his tonguing with each shunt. Midnight's moans were muted by the cock in his mouth, but beautiful all the same.
Freed got lost in the rhythm, servicing another mans sub as best he could. His haze only broke when whispered curses came from Erik, quickly followed by panting and jutting. Midnight shot his load onto the bedroll, Erik's cum dribbling from his mouth. Freed watched as Erik pulled Midnight into a kiss, which looked boneless and lethargic.
As Midnight collapsed into Erik's heaving chest, Erik looked at Freed. He gave him a short nod, perhaps in thanks for pushing him into acting on his claim, and quietly said. "Doorway."
Safeword used, Freed teleported away, and began to stroke himself at the memory of a wonderful night. The sight of two men meant for each other finally coming together – quite literally – brought Freed to the edge. Two beautiful men, who would fuck like rabbits and cherish each other endlessly. It was enough to make any man cum.
He washed off, got rid of their scent, and walked to his bedroom, where his own slave slept soundly. He wished Midnight and Erik as much happiness as he himself had. He climbed into bed, and smiled.
Day 16 - Remote Control [Freed x Bickslow]
Bickslow had actually asked for this, Freed thought as he pressed the button on the little remote control.
All the women of the guild had vacated the building for a weekend spar treatment, meaning an impromptu guy's night had started up in the guild. Ever since Freed's services had become well known, and well used, by the men of the guild, there had been a slight shift in how they acted when the women weren't around. Mainly, a slight but noticeable horny haze overtook them, and boundaries were lessened ever so slightly.
So Bickslow had bounded up to Freed with a wide grin that only led to trouble. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a butt plug and a remote, and told Freed that tonight was the night. Freed had to agree, and within five minutes Bickslow was plugged up and at Freed's mercy, for whenever Freed wanted to act.
He waited three hours.
Bickslow hadn't let his guard down, exactly, but he had been distracted. He'd done a pull up competition with Natsu which had ended up with Natsu stripped to his boxers for the rest of the night for losing. Then he'd cheered from the sidelines as Gildarts and Gray made out with each other. And now he was leaning on the wall, laying the moves on Loke, who was happy to flirt with Bickslow whenever the opportunity presented itself.
"You know, little kitten, you'd look awful pretty with a bell around your neck," Bickslow purred, and Freed watched, his hand hovering over the button.
He was waiting for the perfect moment, and then he'd use his toy.
"You know what you'd look good wearing," Loke flirted back. "Nothing at all."
"That can be arranged," Bickslow grinned, stepping further into Loke's space. "I'm pretty flexible when I'm naked, you know that? I can do the spli-aaats!"
Bickslow bent at the waist as the large plug burst to life, vibrating with wavering intensity all of a sudden. His eyes blew wide as he almost headbutted Loke, hips jutting out with a helpless thrust. He made a needy noise, obviously clenched his cheeks to push the plug in deeper, and shot Freed a pathetic look. Cute.
"Please," Freed said, motioning to Loke. "Continue your conversation."
Bickslow looked pained, looked down at his crotch, looked at the remote Freed was holding, then looked back to Loke. Everyone else was looking at Bickslow now. They knew what was happening, and they knew a show was coming.
"The, erm, the splits," Bickslow said, his voice high and his hands clenched at his sides. "I can do the splits."
"Very good," Loke praised, then looked Bickslow all over and put on a faux concerned expression. "You okay?"
"Fine," Bickslow grunted.
"You seem… distracted?" Loke teased.
"Well, I've got a plug up my ass vibrating in just the right spot, so yeah, kinda distracted."
Freed switched the plug to a greater intensity, and Bickslow squealed and put both hands on Loke's shoulders for balance. He rocked his hips as if it could feel as good as a real cock in his ass. He made a pitiful sound, and the men watching him laughed. Bickslow just gave a weak look at Freed.
"Can I-"
"No," Freed preempted. Bickslow was not to touch himself yet.
"But Baby!" Bickslow whined.
"You quite literally asked for this," Freed fought back, then flicked the toy off. Bickslow whined at the lack of stimulation, and Freed caught an aborted movement. He was going to shove the plug in deeper, but knew better. He looked at Freed with big sad eyes. "Now go about your night, and I'll tell you if you're permitted to touch your little cock."
"Fine-hey. I'm hung, asshole! Bigger than you!" Bickslow's claim had people laughing. Bickslow glared at everyone who dared question his size. "Oh, fuck the lot of ya. I'm packing a monster."
"We can get some tape and compare," Freed called Bickslow's bluff. Bickslow pouted.
"You all suck! Who wants to play strip jenga with me?"
Bickslow went to the jenga table, and managed to win against Jet, Elfman and Gildarts. Many times when Bickslow was about to take out a piece, Freed clicked on the remote and sent vibrations through Bickslow's needy ass. He flinched, moaned, and in one instance threw a piece across the room when his body shot up straight. Everyone laughed, and he glared at Freed each time. Freed just laughed.
But, as much as Freed loved driving Bickslow mad and needy, he didn't like putting himself in that situation. And knowing how much Bickslow needed more – how behind his bluster and pouting he was desperate for a hand, mouth, or ass on his cock – was making Freed's pants tight and his breaths short. He wanted Bickslow on edge, yes, but he had his limits.
He approached the jenga table, and took his place opposite Bickslow. Bickslow grinned, "Ready to get naked, baby?"
"Not exactly," Freed smiled. "I propose a different forfeit for us. When you lose, we go to the library, you strip off, do the splits as you claimed you can, and only when I'm satisfied will I let you cum."
"I gotta do the splits plugged?" Freed nodded. "That's hot as fuck. Okay, sure. But when I win, you get the plug, and I get the remote."
Freed considered. "Deal."
Freed played dirty, used the plug to his advantage, and won almost instantly. Freed walked towards the library without further words, inviting anyone who wanted to watch to follow him. Half the men there followed, and Freed made sure to switch the plug on as Bickslow was halfway up the stairs, clutching the banister and moaning like he was born to do it.
In the library, the men of the guild lined the walls and Bickslow took centre stage. Freed clicked off the plug, motioned for Bickslow to begin, and leant against the wall with the rest of the crowd.
Bickslow shrugged off his spandex shirt quickly, and threw it to the ground. He put on a show of doing a body roll that had his hard body flexing perfectly. He put his hands behind his head and played for the crowd. His show ended pretty quickly when Freed put on the sporadic pulse setting of the plug. When he was straight, and sweating madly, Freed turned the plug off again.
He stripped off his skirt next, and dropped his briefs to show off his cock. If anyone was unsure before, they all knew Freed was bigger now. A few chuckles filled the quiet, and Bickslow put on a haughty expression.
"You suck," he pointed at Natsu, who was openly laughing. "You suck," he moved his finger to Gildarts. "You su-aack. Freed I swear to god I will smash that remote into your freakishly big dick."
"The splits, Bickslow."
"Fine. But you suck too."
Bickslow took a breath, and Freed switched the toy off again. He watched as Bickslow started to spread his legs, getting lower and lower. Freed undid his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it slowly as Bickslow began to perform his task. Some of the other guys got their dicks out too, and Bickslow looked from dick to dick, obviously trying to settle on who he wanted to suck the most.
He settled on Freed, and got a grin in return. With a shuddering breath, Bickslow's ass touched the ground, legs split perfectly. He looked up at the crowd of men who stroked themselves above him, throat bobbing as he swallowed.
"Hold the pose," Freed instructed, before putting the plug on its most intense mode: Hellscape.
Bickslow's jaw dropped, and he rolled his hips as best he could. His hands clenched tight on his thighs, clearly wanting to touch his cock but knowing he couldn't. His chest was shining with sweat, his face was screwed up, and his jaw was ticking.
Wordlessly, Freed stepped forward and jerked his cock, aiming it right at Bickslow's face. It wouldn't take long, and Freed made no effort to make it elegant as he stroked and stroked, again and again, eyes never leaving Bickslow's. Bickslow was a man of perfect beauty, and he was in his element when he was in the spotlight and under someone's thumb. Hard, shaking, and desperate to please.
Gods, he must be so horny. So needy. So desperate to be good and desperate to be bad.
With a shudder of a sudden orgasm, Freed shot spunk over Bickslow's face. He rode his organs to completion, and only when he'd drained every drop from his cock did he take a breath, and order, "Go ahead."
With the speed and ferocity of a madman, Bickslow shifted to a crosslegged position, and jerked his cock. He was fast, so fast, and threw his head back. He fucked his fist and rose his hips, his other hand pushing the plug as far up his ass as he could get it. He moaned and groaned and debased himself in front of any man who wanted to see him. He cursed and chanted and roared his please.
"Fu-uck!" He said, and came over himself. It was a fat eruption of spend, and covered him in all the places Freed hadn't.
Heavy breaths filled the room, and not just Freed and Bickslow had cum. Bickslow sat back, grinned at the crowd, and laced his hands behind his head. "So, who wants their cum licked up?"
Freed laughed, and left the jester to his adoring crowd. Freed still had his remote.
Day 17 - Service Kink [Freed x Jellal]
Freed had to wonder if Jellal even remembered that he was still in the room. He seemed so engrossed in his current task – cleaning the array of leather harnesses, clothing and toys that Freed had pulled out for him – that he seemed almost dead to the world around him. Good; that's what the man needed.
From the side, Freed watched as Jellal repeated a well practiced routine. He picked up the next piece of leather, brushed it clean from any debris of crusted fluid with a soft brush, slicked it up with leather cleaner, washed it off with a damp cloth, dried it down with a microfibre towel, then applied the leather conditioner. For clothes, he hung them up. For harnesses, he returned them to their play box, and for the whips and crops he placed them in their cases ready for use.
All day Jellal had been working on any chores Freed set him, wearing nothing but a cute bow tie. His cock had been hard constantly, and hadn't been touched once.
"How long will it take until you're done?" Freed asked, and smiled a little when Jellal's back snapped. He had forgotten he'd been watched.
"About five minutes, sir," Jellal said after looking at the line of crops he still had left to clean.
"Very good. Once you're done, you'll hang my laundry on the washing line outside and then make me some lunch. Something with steak, I think."
"Yes, sir."
Jellal was one of Freed's most obedient partners, and his kink was to simply be controlled. He wanted nothing more than to escape his mind and his responsibilities, and to do what his Sir commanded. Sometimes that was all encompassing, sometimes degrading, and sometimes – like today – it was practical. Jellal wanted to keep his hands busy, and Freed had allowed for a lax in housework so Jellal could pick up the slack.
So far Jellal had reorganised one of the playroom's closets, dusted this whip rack, rearranged the chastity cages in size order, and vacuumed the floor. He'd ironed all of the clothes left in Freed's laundry room, and had spent twenty minutes on his knees reading through Freed's corespondents and writing out any responses Freed saw fit to send back. He was being very good indeed.
The pattern of washing leather went on and on, until Freed's crops were all but sparkling. Jellal didn't need further instruction once he was done, and went his way to Freed's laundry room to take out the freshly washed clothes. Freed followed him, soaking in the sight of his naked back and firm, tight little ass.
Jellal took the clothes out from the washing machine and placed them into the basket beside it with care. He seemed to have a sort of reverence for his tasks, and took care in them. Once they were all in the basket, he lifted it up and walked into Freed's back yard, cock swinging free as he did so.
Naked and outside, he looked wonderful. He'd come so far since they first started, when the very idea of even Freed seeing him naked made him squirm. Nobody would be near Freed's secluded house, of course, but the fact Jellal didn't even hesitate to go outside was testimony to how much he'd progressed.
Piece by piece, he hung Freed's laundry on the line. They were perfectly equidistant to each other, with two pegs in each item of clothing. First his pants, then shirts, then boxers, then socks. Formal and perfect, just like the man who hung them.
As Jellal walked back inside, Freed pressed a light kiss on his cheek as praise. Jellal bloomed red, and smiled.
Again, Freed followed Jellal to his next task in the kitchen. There was an apron hanging up, and if Jellal either took it or asked for it then Freed would allow him, but he didn't. Instead, he opened Freed's fridge and pulled out a steak, as well as everything he would need for a salad. He took a pan off a hook, spread oil over it, and heated it over the stove. Once he put the steak on, it would spit fat over his naked body, and he made no move to protect himself. Freed had often wondered if Jellal had more of a pain kink than he let on, and maybe this was a way for him to indulge in it.
Leaning on the wall, he watched Jellal tenderise the steak, season it, then placed it onto the pan. It sizzled and seared, and Jellal browned all sides on a high heat. Once it was turned down to cook fully, he moved to the salad, chopping it, tossing it, and covering it with just the right amount of dressing.
He gave Freed a short glance, and blushed again. He was showing off his skills, Freed realised.
Cute.
Once the stake was cooked, he sliced it thin with perfect knife technique that had Freed a little breathless. Jellal plated the steak salad up, and looked to Freed. Freed simply turned his back and walked towards the playroom again, knowing his sub would follow behind him with his lunch.
In the playroom, Freed sat in his armchair and motioned for Jellal to hand him his food. Once done, Jellal stood with his hands behind his back at Freed's side, waiting for further instructions like a patient, naked butler.
Freed took a forkful of his meal, and felt the heavy sensation of a sub waiting for feedback. Freed gave it him in the form of a satisfied hum and nothing more. But he kept eating, kept enjoying the fruits of Jellal's labour, and that was enough to satisfy any service sub.
"Get me some scotch," Freed instructed. "You know how I like it."
With a nod, Jellal walked to the drinks cabinet in the corner of the playroom. Freed watched as Jellal picked out his favourite bottle. He placed two large ice cubes in a glass, poured over a double of scotch, then ground the rind off of an orange into the glass. He picked up a napkin, placed it on the side table next to Freed's chair, and placed it down for him. Freed picked it up, swirled it in his hand, and took a sip. Perfect.
"Footrest," Freed ordered.
Jellal wordlessly got on his hands and knees in front of Freed, hard muscles naturally flexing and tensing with the movement. Freed took a moment to make him wait, before slamming his booted feet on Jellal's spine, grinning at the momentary wince he let out.
He sat, he ate, and he drank. Jellal did nothing. He stayed on all fours, cock hard against his stomach, needy and untouched, as it would be until Freed dismissed him for the day. Jellal would never complain, never ask for more, never be disappointed.
"Once I've finished eating, you'll deep clean the playroom's en suite," Freed instructed. "A toothbrush will be enough for you, I assume?"
"Yes Sir."
Jellal was a good boy, and Freed would forever be joyous he got to take advantage of that. He pushed his boots down a little harder, and grinned.
