Penalty
"I warned ya, Cajun, stop talkin' or I'll gag ya 'til it
feels wrong without it."
Remy's jaw worked for a few seconds, then closed. He sat
primly on the straight-backed chair. He didn't have a choice really.
His hands were tied through and to the back slats and his leash was
pulled taut through his back belt loop, forcing his military posture.
A single loop of rope tightened unmercifully around his ankles and
was tied off to one of the back rungs. He squirmed and Logan let him –
content to watch his game in peace.
"Boss, I. . ."
"Ya already had yer last warnin'," Logan growled. At the next
commercial he forced the gag between the perfect capped teeth and
buckled it tightly enough that it would leave a mark. He turned the
chair around and went back to his game. The small mewling sound from
behind the gag didn't bother Logan one bit. He was happy. He had good
beer, a good hockey game, his pet was ready and willing, and now he
had the quiet to enjoy all three.
Remy closed his eyes and tipped his head back, attempting to
relieve the pull on his collar a bit more. His jeans felt far too
tight, mostly because of the leather harness and cock-ring
combination of which Logan was far too fond. There was nothing to do
but listen to the game and wait. His arms had only a little movement.
His thighs ached from straining against the rope. He hadn't meant to
irritate his master. He truly hadn't realized that Logan was in the
first period of the game. Much to Remy's surprise, despite the
tightness of his bonds, he fell asleep.
*****
Logan grinned at the picture before him. The Cajun was
asleep, head thrown back to reveal his soft collar, mouth forced wide
by the gag, soft camel colored cashmere atop tight black jeans, hands
and feet under Logan's control, with an erection pressing against the
front of his jeans. Logan's fingers itched to be buried in the wild
tangle of bangs while he fucked that sweet mouth, but the Cajun
needed his lessons reinforced first.
Logan stroked along the strap of the gag and Remy startled
awake. He fought his bonds, breathing hard through his nose. He
looked up at Logan with a soft whine as he surrendered to their
grip. "Ya know better'n to interrupt me, pet."
Remy's eyes dropped. He couldn't drop his shoulders. He
nodded. Logan lifted Remy's chin until blue crystal met red on
black. "Ya ain't gonna do it again."
Remy shook his head. He turned into Logan's touch like a cat.
Logan snorted.
"I'll believe it when I see it." He released Remy's chin. He
stalked behind his captive. Remy desperately wanted to see, but he'd
gotten smacked across the back of the head often enough that he kept
his eyes forward. He pushed against the gag with his tongue, but it
was firmly wedged. His shoulders ached. His jaw ached. He want to
explain, beg, *charm* his way back into Logan's good graces. His
options were limited, however, to obey or disobey.
"I'm gonna undo the ties, but ya ain't gonna move.
Understood?"
Remy nodded. The pressure on his wrists eased. He longed to
rub them, but he was already in trouble. His legs were free of the
chair, but he didn't shake off the noose. "That's my good boy," Logan
praised.
He wrapped a leather strap around his whip hand and let it
dangle. He wanted to see if the Cajun would call the game, or wait to
see what Logan was going to do. He stalked slowly into view. Remy
stiffened. His hands were free, his legs nearly so, but he stayed
still. His eyes were wide. The strap went around his arms, just above
the elbow and pulled tight. Logan fixed it in place when the elbows
were nearly touching. He knew exactly how flexible his pet was. Remy
whined, more at the headgames than the restriction. Remy tipped his
chin forward, silently begging to be released from the hated gag.
Logan shook his head. "Yer gonna try to use yer charm and
piss me off."
Remy blushed at being caught out. Logan was the first Dom
who'd ever been able to read him well enough to keep him gagged when
he wanted to talk his way out of a punishment. It was one Hell of a
rush. Logan cuffed his wrists together with double-locked metal. He
released the leash and Remy arched and twisted to stretch his back.
Logan rapped the thief's nose with one finger. Remy rolled his eyes,
but stilled.
"Disrespectful brat," Logan grumbled. He stroked the trapped
cock. Remy whimpered, pleading with his eyes. Logan kissed along the
edge of the gag, then snapped the leash back on and tugged Remy to
his feet. He loosened the rope at the boy's ankles. He tugged at the
lead and Remy followed, breathing hard. He settled on his knees,
staring into the corner. He shook his head and pushed at the gag. He
hated not being able to see Logan. He whined pitifully.
"Be good, pet, or I'll leave ya here fer the night."
Remy whimpered and bowed his head.
"Better." Logan pushed Remy's head down until he was
completely curled up, forehead on the ground. "Stay." Remy closed his
eyes. Bent up like this he could smell sex on his skin. The silky
softness of his sweater was tormenting his nipples. Then, Logan was
sliding a belt around his chest to buckled on the side and pinion his
arms to his back. With each breath, he could feel the press of it
through his sweater. Another belt was cinched at his waist, just
above his jeans, pinning his wrists. The handcuffs were purely
ornamental at that point.
Logan pulled on the metal, the belt didn't allow the wrists
to move a millimeter up. Good. He patted the firm ass. He gathered up
the slack in the handcuff chain with a small leather strap. Remy felt
the tug on his wrists. He fisted his hands. They were useless. A tug
at his collar brought him upright on his knees. The buckle of the gag
opened and Logan removed the hard rubbed. Remy worked his jaw. Logan
had never been this strict with him before. Then, Logan was in front
of him, cock out. Remy licked his lips. "Ya gonna be good?"
"Oui, boss, Remy'll be real good."
Logan looked down. Remy's eyes were dilated, his breathing
sharp. The collar was temporary. It was the bracelet, wide and dark
on Remy's left wrist that marked him. The Cajun's knees were spread,
highlighting the erection between his legs. His color was high. Remy
dropped his eyes to Logan's boots. He missed the predatory smile that
creeped across Logan's face. "Make it good, pet," he said, wrapping
his hand in the wild bangs and filling Remy's mouth with hot, hard
flesh. Remy relaxed, taking Logan deep.
Remy closed his eyes. The smell and taste of Logan was
driving him mad. He sucked and licked and scraped a bit with his
teeth at Logan's cock. He yearned to touch and his fingers flexed
behind him. Logan growled out encouragements that Remy barely
registered. His world had narrowed to Logan's hand in his hair and
cock in his mouth. The Canadian came hard and fast, salty, sweet and
sour. Remy swallowed, milking all he could. Logan pulled away. Remy
licked his lips. Logan snapped the leash on and leg his pet tot he
bed.
Remy shifted from foot to foot, trying to find a more
comfortable position. Logan looped the leash loosely to the
headboard. He went through his evening routine while Remy waited. The
bands around his torso seemed to tighten. Logan shut off the lights.
Soft moonlight glinted off of the metal at Remy's wrists. The red
eyes glowed with arousal.
"On the bed."
Remy shifted carefully onto the bed, settling on his knees,
trying not to step out of the rope ringing his ankles. He whimpered
when Logan cupped the thief's trapped penis.
"Lay down."
Remy laid down on his side, rubbing himself against Logan's
grip. "Sil vous plait," he whimpered. Logan's cock twitched at the
sweet sound. "Please, boss. Need it so bad me."
"Need what?" Logan nipped at Remy's chin, tasting sweet blood.
Remy squirmed. "Make m' come, please, boss." Logan wriggled
his fingers along the restrained length. "Dieu," Remy
breathed. "Please, boss. Remy'll be good. Do anyt'in' y' say. Y'll
see. He be y' good boy. Y'll see. Sil vous plait, boss, please."
Logan's teeth glinted in the moonlight. He pressed the gag
back into place and buckled it tightly. He unzipped Remy's jeans. The
Cajun's pleading was reduced to whimpers. Logan's ears picked out the
low purr underneath and his teeth flashed again. He nipped at Remy's
earlobe as he pressed a finger to the weeping head. Remy's eyes
fluttered shut. He tugged against the leash. Logan unclipped it for
safety's sake. Remy squirmed under Logan's touch. Logan rolled him
onto his back and Remy whined at the stress on his shoulders. Then,
Logan was teasing his cock with butterfly light touches and he
couldn't help but arch up into his hands.
"Can't help yerself, can ya, pet?" Logan asked in amusement.
Remy shook his head in denial and thrust his hips toward
Logan. Logan continued to torment him until his boy was trembling. He
released the cock.
"Come fer me, pet."
Remy came, semen splattering his sweater, his jeans, and his
lover's fist. He was spent, shuddering and Logan smirked down at him.
Logan removed the gag with one hand and pressed his coated fingers to
Remy's mouth. "Clean 'em." Remy's tongue flicked out and the thief
tasted himself on Logan's salty skin. Logan stroked himself as he
watched the now-tamed, pretty, pink tongue clean him. He could almost
feel the pull of Remy's mouth on his cock. He flipped Remy onto his
stomach, moving the pillow under his boy's hips. He pulled the
Cajun's jeans down to his knees. He jerked the hobbling noose tight
around Remy's ankles once more. He lubed his cock and then smiled
with the sudden idea. He spread Gambit's legs to the sides of the
bed, leaving him helpless. Then, he buried himself in the tight, firm
ass that was so pleasingly presented. Hot, tight, trembling, Logan
closed his eyes to better appreciate the pull of Remy's body. He rode
the boy gently, leisurely. "Damn yer fine, boy." He shot deep into
Remy's ass. Remy moaned deep and low as Logan's orgasm rippled
through his shields.
Logan released the belt, ropes and elbow strap. The handcuffs
clinked as Remy shifted. Logan tugged the boy's jeans back into
place, leaving the fly open. He tightened the noose around the boy's
ankles and connected it to the bed. He settled the thief in his arms
and fell asleep to the sound of Remy's satisfied purr as Logan
stroked his hair absently.
FINIS