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Day 24: Gags
Freed x Jason
"So, can you guess how this game is going to work based on its components?" Freed asked.
Set up on the wide table were the three times that would lead to Jason's domination. A stack of Sorcerer Weekly magazines in which Jason had written articles, a large looking hourglass filled with enchanted sand, and a black ball gag with a padlock on the buckle of the strap. It was a fun game that Freed had derived, and it would drive the poor, ridiculous journalist to a stage of madness.
Jason, who was fully naked under Freed's instructions and awkwardly covering his crotch to hide his cock, looked over the table. He was smarter than he let on, and Freed wondered if maybe he would figure it out. But Jason shrugged, hands still over his crotch. "I dunno."
"This is every edition of Sorcerer Weekly you've written about Fairy Tail in the last year. I read each article, and tallied up every time you annoyed me. This is an hourglass magically modified so that, for every time you annoyed me in your writing, a minute is added. This is the gag that you will be wearing until all that time is over," Freed grinned. "Clever, no?"
"How, erm… how long is the timer set four."
"A little under seven hours," Freed smiled. "You work in print journalism, think of it like a gag order."
Jason gaped at Freed before, seemingly instinctively, he yelled, "Coooooool!"
He had cupped his hands over his mouth in a cone to increase the volume of his shout, and Freed instantly looked down to see Jason's cock and balls for the first time. His cock was, frankly, huge. Freed had to double take, and Jason squeaked before covering it up again. A well-hung man ashamed of his length.
This would be very fun.
Freed hadn't known what to expect from a session with Jason. It had come about when Jason had come to Fairy Tail, and told Freed that someone with a grudge agains the guild had heard the rumours about Freed's kink-focused lifestyle, and had sold the story to Jason in an attempt to discredit the guild. Jason had put a stop to it – apparently wizard's sex lives were a step too far for him – and wanted to let Freed know. But there had clearly been something more he wanted to say, and after some prompting, he had spoken rushed and in a single breath.
"I always wanted to be tied up and treated like a piece of meat by some hunky guy and now I know you do that kinda thing I want it to be you and thought I should ask but it's hard to get the words out but I want you to dom me man!"
Freed had grinned, given his hair a pull and eaten up the moan, and organised a date.
"What's gonna happen when I'm gagged?" Jason asked, voice buzzing with anticipation.
"You filled out a list of all the kinks you know you like and want to try out," Freed smiled. "For as long as you're gagged, I will do anything and everything from that list, at my leisure."
Jason moaned, and shifted where he stood. His big cock was getting hard, and Freed grinned. He picked up the gag and motioned for Jason to turn on the spot, which he did. Jason's mouth was already open, and Freed pulled the gag in and buckled it tight, so that Jason had no chance of removing it. He locked the buckle and pocketed the key, before roughly turning Jason to face him. He liked being manhandled, and Freed liked manhandling him.
Freed flipped over the hourglass, and the sand began to fall, with a holographic timer above it. Six hours, and fifty-seven minutes. Jason looked at it with wide eyes, the reality of the rest of his day setting in.
For a moment, Freed just looked at Jason. He suited being gagged and stripped. He had a slender, narrow little body with sharp nipples, barely a dusting of hair above his crotch, and legs so spindly that they looked like they would break. He was malleable, and nervous, and in desperate need of a firm hand.
Deciding not to warn him, Freed stepped forward into Jason's space, and knocked his hands to the side so that he could no longer cover himself up. He pushed Jason to the side, digging his waist into the table, and held his hands behind his back. With a spare piece of rope, he tied Jason's hands behind his back tight enough he wouldn't be able to move them, and gave him a firm slap on the ass for his efforts. Jason moaned into the gag, and Freed laughed at the sound of it. Spanking had been high on his list of likes, and Freed was going to make use of it.
He let Jason stand up and turned him around. His cock was half hard and leaking, pointing right at Freed. So needy. So pretty. Freed got down on one knee, and slapped the man's cock. Then again. Then again. Each concurrent hit got sharper, and Jason grew harder each time. He was jutting his crotch out to give Freed better access.
Needy indeed. Perfect.
Freed stood up again, and took a step back. Jason gave him as pitiable a look as a man could when he was gagged. Freed just smiled. "Are you a patient man, Jason?"
Jason took a moment to think, then shook his head.
"I thought not. Well, you might not like this. I'm going to leave you in here for the next hour, on your own. You are not to leave this room, under any circumstances," Freed smiled at Jason's look of confusion. "Entertain yourself however you please. Oh, and you're to remain fully hard at all times, and if you don't you'll be punished." Jason made a sound that might have been a question as to how Freed would punish him. "Well, I'll teach you what that nasty little thing does?"
He nodded to his electro-humbler, and left the room shortly after, leaving Jason alone with his imagination and the looming threat of a toy he would never really use on a newbie kinkster. He heard the sound of Jason's gagged complaints, and glanced over his shoulder to see the look of gloomy desperation on his needy new toys face.
This truly was going to be a fun afternoon.
An hour later, Freed teleported himself into his playroom, and laughed out loud at what he saw. Jason must have been struggling to keep himself hard, because he was currently bent over Freed's leather armchair, humping it like a mad dog in heat. The moment he saw Freed, he paused, and looked utterly humiliated. Another kink he liked.
Freed walked to the chair, and took a seat. He wordlessly grabbed Jason by the neck and all but shoved him over his knee, ass up high and ready for the next part of their game. Freed fluttered his hands, and summoned a smaller stack of Sorcerer Weekly editions.
"So this is how this will work," Freed began. "Every edition I have here has something you've written about me, that I disagree with. I'm going to read it out, and I'm going to give you a chance to explain yourself. If I'm satisfied, I'll do something I assure you that you'll enjoy. If I'm not satisfied, I will spank you. Understand?"
Jason gave a short nod, before screwing up his face and pointing to his gag. He made a noise that, Freed assumed, questioned how he would be able to explain himself if he was gagged. Freed just laughed.
"The gag will make this remarkably difficult, won't it? Now, let's start with your comments about the time I cut my hair."
Two hours, and one hundred and seventeen slaps to his bare ass later, the game was done and Jason was left an agonised, weeping, leg humping mess. Jason had no shame in his day to day life, yet somehow had less during play. He was mindlessly trying to get his cock to spend over Freed, begging through the gag and pushing his ass up higher to get the full effect of each spank.
Freed stood up without warning, sending Jason sprawling to the ground where he remained, his thin body heaving with every breath. Freed stepped over him, intentionally dragging the toe of a booted foot over the tender flesh of his spanked ass.
"I must say, Jason, this is the most pleasant time I've ever spent with you," Freed commented, taking a sip of water. He made sure to watch Jason as he drank, clocking wether Jason needed water too. He barely seemed bothered by it, and instead was watching Freed's tented crotch with wrapped attention. "Perhaps it's because you can't say anything irritating. Quite the reprieve, I must say."
Jason gave him a dirty look, but Freed didn't miss the little air hump his words caused. Degradation kink; always fun.
"I do mean it, I enjoy having you so… agreeably pathetic. And that frankly ridiculous dick of yours seems to love it too," Freed walked to him, and nudged the hard-on with his foot. Jason groaned, and looked up with his pretty gagged face. "I'd like to have you like this again, actually. So I propose a deal. We're nearly halfway through the time, so what say I fuck you into the halfway point, and we end our session there today. We do the next half whenever you're ready."
Jason almost immediately nodded, but Freed stopped him by grabbing the back of the gag and holding it tight. Jason had a kink listed highly on his liked list, that needed a change of venue to be achieved.
Semi-public and dangerous.
"There's a little twist, though. The second half of your punishment will be undertaken in the Sorcerer Weekly building." Jason's eyes grew wide. "In your studio." He visibly swallowed. "And I get to use your camera and take as many pictures of you in that pretty little gag as I want." Jason moaned, and rutted his hips like he didn't know he was doing it. "So, with all the information presented, do you want me to fuck you, Jason?"
The second Jason nodded, Freed shoved him on all fours, and grabbed the back of the gag like the reins of a horse. He pulled his cock out, used a combination of spit and Jason's precum as lube – raw fucking was also on his list – and lined himself up with Jason's hole.
"Ready, Jason?" Freed asked with a low, husky voice. Jason nodded
Immediately, Freed fucked him rough and fast. He cared little for Jason's pain and comfort. He knew a cock slut when he saw one, and Jason certainly was one. Freed knew the rumours. Knew that Jason had a quiet reputation in the gay wizard in community of cruising anyone he thought would be willing after a modelling session. He knew all about the Sorcerer Weekly glory hole, and had used it once for some stress relief. He knew full well who those moans belonged to, and knew Jason could take a dick like a god.
One hand dragging Jason's head back with the strap of the gag, the other steadying his balance on Jason's waist, Freed rutted like an animal. Jason moaned and groaned and let his body be used. He was a first time sub, yet fell into the role like he was meant for it. And Freed would have him again.
Again and again and again.
Jason groaned, clenched so tight around Freed's cock that it hurt, and rutted back into him. Freed pulled Jason back, so he kneeled, back pressed against Freed's chest as cum erupted in a manic explosion.
Freed followed suit, filling his new sub with his seed and claiming him without abandon. Jason was unexpected, but perfect, and Freed would relish every chance he got to put the man in his place and turn him into a cock slut bitch who lived to be spanked and screwed and owned.
The moment, as all moments of ecstasy did, passed faster than Freed wanted. He pulled out of Jason, removed the gag, and helped him get comfortable. Cuddled together, Jason spoke with a hoarse voice.
"If this is what writing insulting articles about you gets me, I'm gonna do a nasty hit piece on ya," Jason casually informed him. Freed smirked; so Jason was a little bratty as well.
"Fine. But I reserve the right to lock that huge cock of yours in a cage if it's as bad as I hope it will be."
"Anything you want, you blowhard egomaniac pretty boy."
Freed laughed, gave Jason's sore ass a nasty squeeze, and pulled him into a slow kiss. Jason melted into it, as all good subs did when Freed kissed him, and he silently started to plan out just what he'd do to Jason in his own studio. Whatever it was, Jason would never be able to look at his workspace the same way again.