Call Me Master
"Anything I can do for you, Laxus?" Freed asked as he walked into Laxus' office.
"Laxus?" Laxus repeated. "Is that what you should be calling me?"
"What else would I call you?" Freed asked, but knew the answer.
He'd known the answer before he'd asked the question, and prepared himself for it as he closed the office door behind him. Laxus had been like this for weeks now, cockily enjoying the title that came with his new position. He was now guildmaster of Fairy Tail, and was thriving in the environment. The issue was that, at least when it came to his relationship with Freed, he'd become intolerably cocky about his new position. In particular, his new title.
"Master," Laxus purred, leaning forward with a cocky smirk. "You should call me master now."
"Should I?" Freed mused, clicking his tongue. "No, I don't think I shall."
"Oh you'll call me master alright," Laxus said, standing up and walking close to Freed. Their bodies were close. Laxus was utilising his height against his husband, leering down at him with a self-confident smirk. "Or I'll fucking make you."
Freed met his gaze, walked half a step closer so that their bodies were barely touching, and grinned. "Then make me, Laxus."
Laxus' hands were on Freed's waist within a moment, bruising in their strength. Freed was pushed back without care for his comfort, and not once did Laxus shake off his cocky grin. Freed found himself wedged between Laxus and the study oak desk that he'd installed; trapped and with no desire to change the situation. Laxus was still smirking down at him, and Freed met his gaze.
"You wanna know what's gonna happen, Freed?" Laxus purred. "I'm gonna bend you over this desk, I'm gonna fuck you so damn hard you won't be able to walk, and I'm gonna make you call me master, because it's what I fucking am."
"Are you?" Freed asked, voice a little wavery. That was a tempting threat.
"Yeah, and you know what you're gonna do?" Laxus lowered his face closer, so that each word bounced off Freed's lips. "Whatever the fuck I tell you to do."
"You seem awfully sure of yourself," Freed snarked, and Laxus narrowed his eyes.
"Shut your damn mouth, baby," Laxus growled. "Or I'll shut it for ya."
Freed was going to say something, but Laxus acted before he could. Freed was spun around and pushed deep into the edge of the desk, his waist digging into the firm oak. Laxus wasn't showing mercy, and Freed knew that there would be a bruise there tomorrow. The knowledge mixed with the situation sent a thrill down Freed's spine, straight to his hardening cock.
Laxus hands were firm and forceful as they ran down the sides of Freed's torso. He yanked Freed's shirt from his pants and snuck them under, feeling the firm rivets of Freed's abs under his palms. Freed hissed at the cold callouses teasing at his stomach.
"There you are," Laxus purred, breath hitting Freed's neck. "Pliant and ready. Just as you should be."
Instead of saying the comment that rested in his mind, Freed could only gasp. Laxus' rough groping at his body was trailing down his stomach again, sliding below the waistband of his trousers. Freed clenched his eyes as Laxus groped his dick through his boxers.
"Who would've thought it," Laxus teased quietly. "You turn into a really horny fucker when a man tells ya what to do."
"I do not," Freed gasped.
"Oh you do baby," Laxus grabbed Freed's cock from over his boxers, slowly pumping it. The rough pumping over the fabric of his boxers was equally torture and pleasure. "You're all powerful and independent in public, but alone you're mine. A servant to a master."
"You are not my master," Freed groaned, thrusting into the firm hand around my dick.
"Oh I am," Laxus growled. "Are you're gonna admit it."
His lips were on Freed's neck in a biting kiss, and Freed couldn't fight back the groan of pleasure he felt. Power play had been only a small part of their sex life, and having it be the focus was sending Freed's every nerve on fire. He was being reminded of Laxus' pure physical strength, and his domineering side. There was a reason Laxus was referred to as a God, and Freed was feeling that as he was pushed into the desk with his cock being tormented.
He tried to rut into it, but Laxus' left hand clasped him in the waist, slammed him further into the edge of the desk and trapped him there. The man's overwhelmingly strong body was pushed entirely against Freed, enveloping him fully.
"Gods," Freed panted, sweating in his clothes now. "More."
"No."
"Fuck me, Laxus," Freed demanded, voice haggard.
"Call me master," Laxus ordered.
"Just fuck me."
"Call. Me. Master,"
Freed grabbed the edge of the desk in a tight grip, trying and failing not fall deeper into this submissive spiral. It was so tempting, and the knowledge of just how brutal a fuck he'd receive when Laxus was ready for it very nearly made him give in, but he was going to make Laxus work for this.
Laxus smirked, his lips teasing the back of Freed's neck. He shifted position and felt a shot of arousal when he felt Freed freeze below him. They both knew what was going to happen.
Oh, Freed was gonna call him master alright.
Hard in his pants, Laxus had thrust his clothed cock against Freed's firm ass. The straining dick was pushed as close to Freed as Laxus could get it, and the thick presence of the large cock made Freed groan. He didn't want to, but felt himself pushing his ass against Laxus. Laxus allowed him.
Without warning, Laxus was gyrating against his ass. He was rutting up against Freed, while still jerking him slowly through his boxers. An arm wrapped around Freed's waist, forcing him to grind deep against the hard dick.
"Laxus," Freed gasped.
"That ain't what you call me," Laxus snarled. "Show me some damn respect."
"Just fuck me," Freed gasped, moaning when Laxus' jerking hand got tighter and faster.
"You know what I wanna hear," Laxus taunted, rutting faster against Freed's tight ass. He gave a nasty stroke of Freed's dick, and practically felt the man give in. Gods that was hot!
"Master," Freed said, voice quivering. "Fuck me, master."
"Say it again."
"Master," Freed whispered. "You're my master."
"Fuck yeah I am," Laxus growled. "And what are you?"
"Anything you want," Freed said, face flushing with embarrassment. "Your servant, slave, bitch. Whatever the hell you want. Just fuck me!"
"My bitch, huh?" Laxus chuckled, and Freed got even more red. "Prove it."
"What?" Freed panted.
"Any good bitch has gotta follow orders," Laxus smirked.
Without warning, he pushed himself off from Freed's body. Freed actually whined at the loss of contact. Laxus turned and leant against the desk casually, beside where Freed was panting. Fuck, he looked like a mess. Hot.
"Please Laxus," Freed begged, and Laxus glared. "Master."
"Do as you're told and I'll fuck you so good," Laxus smirked, then leant into Freed's ear and whispered a single spine-chilling word. "Strip."
"What?" Freed gaped, looking around the office. They were in the guildhall, and what they'd been doing was risky enough. But, doing as Laxus demanded would be so… thrilling.
"You heard me," Laxus snapped. "Do as you're told, bitch."
Fuck, this cocky, arrogant, unrelenting side of Laxus was so hot. Freed didn't understand it nor did he care. In this little game he was playing, he needed to do what Laxus wanted, and the thrill of the submission was driving Freed forward.
With slightly shaky movements, he stood back from the desk and in front of Laxus. He undid the cravat and tossed it over the back of the chair. Then, he unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders and going to place it on the chair. Laxus, who had been watching with a smirk and crossed arms, held up a hand for Freed to stop. He gestured to be handed the shirt, and Freed complied.
Wordlessly, Laxus took the shirt. He balled it up, filling it with creases that would need to be ironed out, then dropped it to the floor. He maintained eye contact throughout,
"Continue," Laxus demanded, and Freed obeyed.
He undid his belt and placed it in the back of the chair. His trousers were next, leaving him in a tight pair of white boxers, stained with percum. Laxus again took the trousers from him, and screwed them up. He smirked when Freed's hands fumbled over his boxers, which he gave to Laxus without question.
"You're learning quick," Laxus praised. "Shame you didn't do as you're told from the start. Wouldn't have had to fuck with your clothes if you had."
"I'm sorry master," Freed said, title natural now.
This was equal parts humiliating and exhilarating. He was stood in the guildhall's main office, a room he'd been in countless times, completely naked. He wanted to grab for his clothes, or at least cover his hard dick and retracted balls, but knew better. He knew that Laxus was relishing his discomfort.
Laxus was just looking at him, still fully clothed with his coat wrapped over his shoulders. It was such an obvious power dynamic between them that Freed felt his cock jump. Had he always had this urge?
Gods, what if someone walked in?
"Ask for it again," Laxus said, smirking. He pushed off the desk and walked towards Freed, looking down at him. "Tell me what you want from your master."
"I want you to fuck me," Freed said, swallowing. Laxus raised an eyebrow, and Freed continued. "I want it rough, Master. Please."
Laxus lurched forward without warning, taking Freed by the waist and pushing him against the desk again, facing the wall. A firm hand was pushing against Freed's upper back, slamming him into the sturdy oak and keeping him pressed down. The thrill of the motion was overwhelming, as was the feeling of Laxus kicking his feet to get his legs spread further.
The sound of a zipper being pulled down and fabric shifting was the only warning Freed got. Laxus was rough and raw, pushing his hard dick deep into Freed's ass without restraint. It was brutal, bordering on cruel, and exactly what Freed wanted in the moment.
"Fuck," Freed whined. "Oh gods yes!"
"Like that bitch," Laxus growled, fucking into Freed with sudden ferocity. He was attacking Freed's ass with the power of a well trained mage, and Freed was at his lover's mercy. "Say it!"
"I love it master!" Freed groaned. "Oh gods it so fucking good."
"You take me so well," Laxus groaned, both hands on Freed's biceps, pinning him down to his desk. "Gods this is so fucking hot Freed. You're so fucking hot, taking me like this! Fucking love this side of ya!"
"Harder," Freed demanded. "Fuck me harder,"
Laxus compiled, jackhammering his cock into Freed's tight, orgasmic hole. His balls were slapping against Freed hard with the speed he was fucking him, and he loved the burn. Everything was on fire, and the feeling of fucking Freed with this unfiltered dominance was perfect.
"I'm close," Freed whined. "Very close."
"Cum," Laxus groaned. "Fucking cum."
Freed couldn't hold back after that, and the rushing feeling of orgasm thundered through him. Untouched, his dick exploded, cum shooting out hard and unrelenting. He groaned and whined, rutting as adrenaline fought back exhaustion.
Laxus roared suddenly, and his thrusting became near monstrous with the intensity. Freed was slack jawed as his orgasm matched with Laxus' and the feeling of hot cum filling him brought another ride of pleasure through him. Both men came at the same time.
Freed could see stars.
Aftershock hit them both, and aching muscles set in. They groaned, Laxus pulled out of Freed and rested against him in exhaustion.
"Holy shit," Laxus whispered as he panted. "Didn't know you had that side of you?"
"Neither did I," Freed laughed as he too panted. "I quite enjoyed seeing you take charge, Master."
"Keep calling me that and you'll be fucked again," Laxus promised, and Freed chuckled.
"Hardly a threat," He grinned. "Though I could do without you creasing my clothes again, that seemed unnecessary."
"Wanted to make sure everyone knew what you'd done," Laxus grinned, standing up and helping Freed stand. He wrapped an arm around Freed's naked waist, smirking down at him. "You can stay in here until everyone else is gone."
"Thank you," Freed smiled.
"But you ain't allowed your clothes back if you do," Laxus grinned, and Freed looked at him. He clearly wasn't sure if Laxus was serious. Neither was Laxus. "Masters orders."
Freed thought for a moment, they bowed his head slightly. His cock was plumping already. "Yes master."
Laxus felt his cock harden in his pants. He pulled Freed into a kiss, and caught glimpse of the Fairy Tail insignia on the front of the desk. It was dripping with Freed's cum, and Laxus thought it had never looked better.