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Pain, Punish, Pleasure
The metal shackles around his ankles were cold, and spelled to never get warmer. The bar that separated his legs kept them far apart, just enough for his thighs to burn gently with the pressure. His arms were hung high up above his head, cuffed together and chained to the ceiling high enough that his toes only barely grazed the padded floor. Everything ached.
It was wonderful.
Freed could see nothing. Sense nothing. The thick, black blindfold smothered him, and drool slid over the plastic bit gag forced in his mouth. Sharp clamps brought sweet agony to his nipples, and with every movement the chain connecting them clinked tauntingly.
He knew Laxus was in the room, just not where. He'd be watching. Observing. Smirking. Laxus could be quiet when he wanted to be, and he was always quiet in their playroom. The pressure of his presence was enough. Freed knew he was being watched, or perhaps stalked, by the man who was going to hurt him. Damm could Laxus hurt him when he wanted to. He could be patient with it. Surprising. Cruel.
Everything about the situation was meant to put Freed at a disadvantage. Freed was bound, Laxus was free. Freed was naked, Laxus wore one of his best suits. Freed was a toy meant to be broken, Laxus was happy to take up the task.
"You know how long you've been hanging there?" Laxus demanded, breath hitting the back of Freed's neck. He spoke low and dirty. "Ten minutes. Ten minutes without anyone touchin' you, and you're still hard."
Laxus reached around him, slapping the straining erection with lightning dancing on his palm. Freed let out a yell as his hard cock was burned by the lightning, trying to lurch back on instinct. Laxus was waiting for him, hands on Freed's hips and fingers sparking with that very same lightning. Freed all but screamed into his gag, struggling as best he could against his bounds. Laxus just laughed at him.
"You know why you're going through this, right?" He asked. He didn't wait for a response before slapping Freed hard on the ass, making his body swing forward. "You disobeyed me, didn't ya?"
Freed had. They'd played a game, and Freed had lost. As victor, Laxus had trapped Freed's cock in spiked chastity for his ten-day mission. On the ninth day, Freed had used the emergency key to free himself, knowing that Laxus would be alerted the second he did. He jerked his cock on fantasies of Laxus' punishment. When Laxus had returned home, he kissed Freed hard, pinned him against the wall, and said Freed had twenty-four hours before he would be punished, to think about what he had done.
"You were thinking with this thing," Laxus grabbed the shaft of Freed's cock and pulled. Freed's shoulders ached as he was tugged forwards. "Wanted to empty your balls more than you wanted to follow my order. Didn't ya?"
Freed nodded, his gag warping the words 'yes sir' beyond comprehension.
"Three days when you should've been locked up and you weren't," Laxus tutted. His hand released Freed's cock, letting him swing in his chains. With his thumb and forefinger, Laxus began to play with one of his balls. "Three hits make sense, right? Nice act of karma, huh?"
Eyes widening behind the mask, Freed could only dread what was to come. He heard fabric rustling, knowing that Laxus was getting down to one knee. Freed's entire body was tense, and he knew Laxus would be smirking that sadist's smirk of his, knowing how Freed was fizzing with anxiety and anticipation. He could feel his heart hammering, his blood pumping, mind whirling.
With rampant cruelty, Laxus punched Freed in the balls.
Freed yelled into the gag, wanting to crumple up and protect himself, but the chains forbade him. He swung limply, tears pricking, agony going through him. He knew Laxus would be laughing at him, loving his pain. He could do nothing be accept it.
Another punch came and Freed all but screamed. The pain was hell. His balls were in agony. He was in a hellish heaven.
The third and final punch was the strongest of the lot, with no force held back. Freed clenched his entire body, abs flexing, teeth grinding into the gag, toes curling and shoulders scrunching.
As he limply swung, Freed felt the heat of Laxus' body getting closer. He placed a hand on Freed's cheek, cupping it in a manner that might seem gentle if Freed didn't know better. "That hurt, huh?" Laxus taunted, and Freed played his role with a pathetically weak nod. Laxus gave him a firm slap across the face. "Fuck you for thinking I owe you sympathy."
A gargled mess of sounds, meant to be 'I'm sorry sir', came through the gag.
Laxus didn't say anything for a moment, and when he did, he was on the far side of the room. The tool bench. Inspecting his instruments of torture. Freed's cock jerked and leaked and the promised pain.
"You ain't subtle, y'know," Laxus hummed, something rattling as he moved. "Setting up that bet, being a fucking brat like I wouldn't pick up on it, then losing on purpose. Pretty obvious you wanted me to lock you up."
The sound of something sharp thwipping through the air made Freed flinch.
"So, it's weird that you couldn't last the full time in the cage, ain't it," Laxus' voice was closer now. Freed let out a wavy breath. "So, I can only guess that you wanted the punishment, right?"
Freed nodded. He did. He needed this pain.
"Then let's make sure you really learn your lesson, y' fucking little slut," Laxus growled.
Without warning nor preamble, Laxus slammed his clenched fist into Freed's stomach, vicious and unrelenting. Freed coughed into the gag, abs flexing and contracting as pain danced through them. It was a nasty sucker punch, and one he was sure Laxus had felt tingling down his spine. Freed could have cum just from the brutality of it, and his coughing gave way for needy moans.
The sound of something thin and sharp cut through the air again, closer this time. It circled him. Laxus was signifying where he was. Behind him, with the cane in hand and ready to use. The cane, made from bamboo and knotted in places, was the most devastating whipper they had.
Three quick strikes hit the back of his thighs, and his scream of agony sent slobber around his gag. Laxus didn't relent, hitting again and again, up and down the back of Freed's thighs. Freed could do nothing but pathetically struggle against his chains, helpless and needy and loving the torture his husband inflicted. Every hit was perfection, every blister a kiss, every laugh a declaration of Laxus' love.
Fuck, Freed loved it when Laxus was his truly sadistic self.
This hurt in all the best ways. The addiction to pain was something Freed adored. He loved the helplessness. The mindlessness. The overwhelming feeling of skin breaking under his lover's torment. This was scratching the itch. The itch that was always there, taunting him to claw and rip at his own skin, to feel pain. To feel alive. To be good. To be beaten and bruised. To be alive in a way a man only can when he's in true euphoric agony.
"Fuck, look at your cock," Laxus taunted. "How the hell you enjoy this I'll never get. Fucking creep."
A hack of spit hit Freed directly on the face, sliding down his tear and sweat slicked skin and sliding under the gag. He tried to swallow it. Tried to ingest the subjugation. Tried to prove that, even with whatever tiny scraps of freedom left over, he would bend the knee to his dominant's mercy.
"Pervert," Laxus snapped. "Fucking revolting how you're enjoying this."
Freed nodded, and Laxus punched him in the gut again. Every muscle tensed in explicit awfulness that had his cock leaking and juddering. He could cum like this so easily. He could let the feeling take over and just feel wonderful. But Laxus hadn't allowed it, so he clenched everything, strong muscle contracting all over his body. He felt as much as heard Laxus laugh.
"Getting close huh?" He taunted. "Lemme guess. You want me to fuck you, right? Nice and hard. Nice and rough. With how you took the punches, you're really into the pain today. Bet you don't even want lube, do ya?"
Freed shook his head.
"You think you can take twenty canes to the ass without crying?" Laxus all but cooed, stroking the cane over Freed's pert ass. Freed took a second before shaking his head no again. "Then let's give ya thirty, so yer fucking weeping."
Eyes wide, Freed tried to swallow his nerves and his spit. He'd never had thirty before. It was an intoxicating promise.
"Count 'em out for me," Laxus demanded, and Freed gave a weak nod
The first hit was terrible. It struck dead on, sending fire through his nerves. The blistering was brutal, and Freed found himself limbless at its mercy, ass yearning for more. He garbled out the number one. Laxus gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder to praise him, before the next excruciating whip of the cane hit his ass.
Hit after hit came, each worse than the last. It was blistering and brutal, and the torment of being held to account in counting out the hits only added to the overwhelming perfect misery. He was limp in his chains, no longer fighting it anymore. The pain was all there was. The promise of more. The lingering hell of the previous. The tantalising threat of being rough fucked while raw and bleeding. God, he was being treated tonight. Treated terribly and exactly as he wanted.
At some point, his mind went blank. There was the hit, the number, and the anticipation. No more. No less. Just his own personal hell.
"Thirty." Freed croaked out over the gag, and Laxus gave him a slap on the back.
"Good boy," Laxus praised, kissing Freed below his obstructed eyes. "Gonna have to wring out that gag you cried so much. Hot as fuck."
Freed bloomed at the kind words, but knew venom would soon follow in some way. He focused on getting his footing as he heard Laxus at the tool table, his ass stinging raw and small drops of blood sliding down his legs as he did it. He wouldn't be able to sit comfortably for weeks – Laxus had made sure of it – and he knew that Laxus would be making the most of that.
His cock was taken in an unkind, warm hand without warning. Something chillingly cold was forced down his dick, then clamped around his sac. The moment he realised what it was, he tried to argue. A cock ring! Laxus was forbidding him from cumming after all of this!
"You better not be fucking arguing," Laxus snapped, voice very close. Freed could feel hot breath on his face. "You owed me ten straight days of chastity and I didn't get it. The second I say we're done here, you're gonna find a way to get your cock soft without feeling good about it, and you're going back in a cage. And until you've given me my ten unbroken days, you ain't fucking cumming."
Freed wanted to argue, but the weight of Laxus' glare bore heavy even though he couldn't see it. He gave the weakest, smallest nod he could.
A clunk came from above, and Freed felt the shackles around his wrists fall loose. His arms fell immediately, weak and limp and useless. As blood flowed back to them, he felt Laxus unlocking the spreader bar that kept his legs apart. He stepped out of the binds when Laxus prompted,
He was given a moment to let his limbs come back to life, but the second they were, Laxus planted a heavy hand on Freed's neck and guided him to another part of the room. Something hard and textured hit his waist. The sturdy, wooden pommel horse. Laxus pushed hard on Freed's neck, bending him over at a ninety-degree angle, kicking his ankles apart and spreading him fully.
Laxus slid his zipper down, and Freed groaned.
Fuck, the image of the two of them was enough to drive a man crazy. Laxus, in his best suit – the same damn suit he wore to parties and guild events that required formality – and Freed naked, bleeding, bruised and bent over. The man in charge, and his plaything. Nothing could be better.
With heavy weight, Laxus dropped his cock into the crease of Freed's ass. The thick monster of a thing rubbed gently, tauntingly, with every shift of movement Laxus made.
Not affording Freed a warning, Laxus positioned himself at Freed's hole. He took no time nor mercy. He plunged in, splitting Freed apart and sending roaring torment through his bruised and battered body. Laxus' hips rutted against the blisters and cuts from the cane, stinging pressure almost relieving from the stretch of his unprepared ass. He screamed into his gag, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Laxus grabbed his hair and pulled.
The fucking was brutal in all senses of the word. Fast. Inelegant. Nasty. Endless. Slaps all over Freed's body accompanied the thrusts, and more than once Laxus spat on Freed just because he could.
Freed felt on the edge of cumming, and it was a tortuous edging. He wanted the pleasure. He had warned it. He needed it. He would get it. But Laxus wouldn't let him. The cock ring wouldn't let him. Laxus said no, and Freed would have to deal with it. All he could do was scream and moan and write and buck into Laxus' powerful, endless, horrible, wonderful fucking.
"Fuck!" Laxus yelled with sudden ferocity. "Fuuuck!"
The hand in Freed's hair tightened its grip. Laxus fucked his dick as deep as it would go, pushing against Freed's devastated ass. Cum shot deep inside of him, spilling out and mingling with the spots of blood, leaving him well and truly fucked.
Hopelessly, Freed knew the night was done. Laxus had hurt him, and had his own pleasure. He needed nothing more. Certainly not Freed's orgasm.
Laxus pulled out with the same care he'd given Freed through the night, leaving him empty and shuddering. He gave Freed a sharp slap on his aching ass, and Freed could do nothing but whine. He heard Laxus dip a cloth into water and wipe himself clean. He didn't clean up Freed. That would be too kind, and Laxus wasn't in a kind mood. Once the telltale sound of a zipper echoed through the quiet, Laxus walked to Freed, who hadn't dared moved from the pommel horse.
"You remember what I said?" Laxus asked, sliding the cock ring off Freed's dick. "You don't get to cum." He removed the gag. "If you do, I'll fuck you rougher than I just did, in the middle of the goddamn guildhall." He ripped the blindfold off, and Freed had to blink to adjust to the light. "You ain't leaving this room until you're locked up again, then you come to me for inspection."
Another slap to his raw ass was Freed's dismissal, and he looked to his side, where a new chastity cage was waiting for him. Tiny, with screws meant to cause his dick agony, and made of cold metal.
The ultimate punishment.
It was exactly what he needed and deserved.