Chores

Remy scowled at the socks. The thief wasn't in a good mood and now
Logan had him doing his laundry. He sighed, loudly, and began to pair
up the two dozen identical white sports socks and put them away in
Logan's dresser.

There wasn't a sound behind him, though the Candian was there. Logan
had folded himself into a zen pose and had been motionless since Remy
had come back up with a pile of clean laundry. He sighed again and
shifted uncomfortably at the grip of the harness on his cock and balls.
Logan had put it on before breakfast and it had remained there all
morning, adding to Remy's pre-coffee scowl as he struggled not to
reveal his predicament to everyone in the mansion.

He moved to the jeans, folding them into the dresser. Some other time,
he wouldn't mind this. Normally, pawing through someone's dresser was
what he did after dark, when no one was home. There was a voyeuristic
thrill to going through other people's things that, more than his
skills, made Remy a good thief. He liked what he did. Remy's hands
lingered for a moment on soft denim. He knew very well what they felt
like on Logan and he liked touching his clothes almost as much as he
liked touching his body. He knew that handling Logan's things, being
allowed to clean and tidy his room was a privilege.

There wasn't much to do, really. It had startled Remy when he'd first
arrived to be told the man had been living at the mansion for years.
There was a school issue bed, desk, chair and dresser. A school
bedspread on the bed, plain cotton sheets (and Remy didn't mind that at
all, satin was cold). No computer. The personal touches were spare; a
small stack of books on the desk, a picture of a Yukio and Mariko on
the dresser and another of the whole team. A chipped lacquer box that
Remy had never opened. A small lacquer table against the wall holding
the samurai blades Remy had never seen the man use. The only thing on
the wall was a Japanese ink scroll; something brief in inexpert
Japanese brushwork. Remy had gone through the man's room back when
he'd first arrived, along with everyone else's. The swords were over a
hundred years old and priceless - and perfectly cared for. The scroll
was modern and worth nothing but - at least, not worth money. When
Logan meditated, he faced that scroll. Remy couldn't read Japanese,
though he spoke a little, and didn't know what it said.

There wasn't enough here to make a life out of. It had been over a
year before he'd found out why - that Logan didn't have enough whole
memories left to make a life out of. There was also a chest under the
bed and that's where the harness lived - or had before Remy had come
along. Now it seemed to live on him. The thief shifted uncomfortably
again.

"Dis not w'at Remy signed up for, boss." He muttered and sighed loudly
- again.

"Kneel."Logan said from behind him.

Remy grimaced and cursed Logan's sensitive hearing, closed the drawer
went immediately to his knees. He folded his hands behind his neck.
The thief's nose was inches from the dresser but he didn't dare move.
The tone on Logan's voice told him that he'd pissed the man off, big
time. Remy shivered as an aching pang ran up his body from his stiff
cock. The harness pulled and he bit his lip. He was naked already,
except for that. He waited, staring at the painted wood, until Logan
finished his meditation, mood not improving much in the boring silence.

Logan stood and moved around and Remy huffed a little, impatient for
attention. Desperate for attention. It was beginning to scare him how
much he craved Logan's attention - any kind of attention. He knew how
sharp Logan's hearing was. But, deiu, it was so good when he got
Logan's attention. Remy shivered again, body tight with nervous
anticipation, even this kind of attention.

The chest under the bed was pulled out, scraping the bare wood floor
and Remy licked his lips, breathing rapidly. Clinks and rattles and
Remy couldn't see what made the noises. He strained to see from the
corner of his eye. Logan was closer than he thought and Remy got a
smack to the back of his head for his efforts. He blinked.

Logan pulled him away from the dresser by his hair, Remy had to
scramble clumsily on his knees. He bit his lip, he hated being
ungraceful in front of the other man. He knew Logan how watched him.
He loved it when Logan watched him.

"Give me yer hands."

Remy held up his wrists. Logan fastened heavy cuffs on them, rings
imbedded in the black leather clinked. Logan shoved his face to the
floor, Remy whimpered. The silence was more upsetting than anything
else - so far. Logan shifted him so he could cuff his ankles as well,
then stood over him. Remy remained where he'd been put, forehead
resting on the floor, palms flat against the wood, naked but for the
cuffs stark on his wrists and ankles.

"Y'bein' sullen, boy. I don't like it."

"S-sorry boss." Remy murmered, slipping a little charm in, trying to
coax a better mood out of Logan.

"Shut up!" Logan snapped and Remy flinched. "Damn that backtalk boy.
Y'need t'learn. Need give you a little motivation, I think, pet."

Logan's boot nudged his chin and Remy sat back obediently. The ball
gag was held in front of his mouth and Remy raised pleading eyes to
Logan's face. His boss' expression as hard and unforgiving. Remy
opened wide and let Logan press the rubber between his teeth. It was
buckled on, Remy shook his head to settle his hair and sighed. He
spread his knees a little wider, eyes on the floor as Logan walked
around him, hoping to please. Logan only grunted and walked off to
rummage in his closet.

"Come here, pet."

Remy hurried over, going back to his knees at Logan's side and looking
hopefully at him. Logan had a short chain in one hand and a brushed
steel padlock in the other. Remy watched him warily, trying to puzzle
out the punishment. He whined questioningly.

Logan nodded to the open closet. He'd cleared a small space, piling up
boots and a couple of boxes. Remy leaned back, alarmed, shaking his
head. Logan grabbed him, holding on his knees and crouching next to
him.

"Easy, pet." Logan said, stroking Remy's hair. Remy nuzzled his hand,
nostrils flared as he panted nervously. "Y'know y'been bad, don't ya?"

Remy nodded, throat tightening axiously.

"And y'gotta get punished. I ain't gonna let it slide, pet." Logan
touched Remy's cheek gently. "Y'know that. Y'gotta get punished when
y'bad. Don't ya wanna get past this, so I ain't angry at y'no more?"

Remy nodded frantically but still stared fearfully at Logan. The other
man petted him for a few moments, the theif leaned into the caresses,
but there was no sign of give in his expression. He nodded at the
waiting closet. The thief couldn't make himself obey, but didn't
struggle as Logan firmly manhandled him inside. He was put in, facing
the back wall. The theif's slim body heaved with panicy breathing.

"Down." Logan ordered, his voice gentle, and Remy put his forehead to
the ground beginning to whimper constantly. "Give me yer hands - no,
under yer body, between y'ankles. That's right."

The chain clinked in the quiet as it was threaded through the rings on
the wrist and ankle cuffs. Logan pulled it tight and padlocked the
chain closed. Remy wailed miserably at the stress on his arms and
being locked into this uncomfortable, undignified position.

"Yer doin' real good, pet." Logan tested the bonds, reaching to fondle
Remy's cock, checking the harness, and the thief lifted his ass in
shameless plea for mercy. Logan patted him and stood. The door shut
and Remy was plunged into darkness and silence. He whimpered, blinking
hard to hold back tears.

He cried out struggling - not like a skilled thief - but like a
frightened and disobedient pet. There wasn't anywhere to go. His
heart pounded faster and faster. He was agonizingly aware of the close
dark space and the loss of Logan's presence. He'd been bad and his boss
was angry with him. And he was banished. Punished. Out of sight, out
of mind. Remy struggled then slumped back down, still securely bound.
He panted through his nose and rested his forehead wearily on the
floor. He had no choice but to wait for his boss' forgiveness.

There was nothing to do except think and wait and listen to the faint
noises from the other room. It was so dark. So still in here. Remy
moaned low in his throat, his cock throbbing and demanding attention,
touch, relief and Remy couldn't do anything about it. Just feel it.
Feel how helpless he was, how dependent. How exited. How much he
wanted to please Logan. Show him he was sorry. Promise to be good.
Show him just how motivated he was now. The harness seemed to grow
tighter and tigher as his cock pulsed.

Hyper-aware of the other room, he heard someone knock and groaned. The
sound of the door opening made him go silent, eyes wide in the dark.
It was Jubilee then Logan's deep voice answered her with a gruff laugh.
The bed creaked as Jubilee bounced on it, chattering non-stop.

Remy writhed. How long was the girl going to be here? Flushed and
frantic, Remy felt a drop of pre-cum fall onto his trapped arms. He
needed so bad to come. So bad. Remy shifted and grunted softly behind
the ball gag. Despite his flexibility, he couldn't quite rub his cock
against his arms well enough to come. Just enough to add to his
misery. He prayed silently, prayed for Logan to come back. Prayed for
the damn girl to leave.

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Logan kept an ear tuned to the boy the whole time and gave him about a
half-hour to stew before shooing Jubes out. He wasn't worried about
the new position, it was a pretty safe one, but he wasn't sure how well
Remy would tolerate the isolation. The boy was beginning to push his
boundaries, testing Logan's domminance. It was natural and pissed
Logan off a lot less than he let on to his boy. Logan sighed and
stared at the open box beside his bed. There were things in there that
were getting stiff with neglect and the boy was far from ready for
them. Remy was hungry and Logan had to figure how to give him what he
needed. Logan pushed the chest back under the bed but left his
laundry where it was. The boy's lessons would sink in better if he
stayed on his routine.

When time was up, Logan opened the door and stared down at his pet for
a moment. The boy groaned deep in his chest, rocking a little. The
scent of arousal was strong in the close air and the muscles in the
boy's ass and back trembled. The closet had done him good. Maybe time
to start training the boy to the corner, or a cage. It'd be sweet to
see his boy caged and waiting for Logan's pleasure.

"Y'sorry there pet?" Logan smiled, desire sharpening at the sight of
the bare, lean back and the trapped hands and feet. So damn pretty like
that, all tense muscle and sweet helplessness tucked away in his closet
to be used whenever he pleased. Logan's breathing quickened and he
breathed deep, scenting his boy. "Gonna be good?"

Remy's head shifted and he lifted his ass high, offering himself.
Begged behind the gag. Logan grinned, blood pounding at the sound of
his pet's eagerness. He was in a mood to take that offer. He knelt
behind the thief, unzipped and lubed, steadied the offered hips and
pushed in.

Remy wailed, quivering around him. Logan groaned softly and shifted
closer, sinking to the hilt. "God, such a pretty ass, pet."

Logan rocked, fucking his property lazily. Remy moaned and whimpered,
moving eagerly to meet him, still bound hand and foot. Logan thrust
faster, breathing hard. So good, his boy. And his. His to fuck, his
to punish and his to reward. Oh, yes. The boy was tight and hot and
moaning loudly.

"So pretty, pet." Logan whispered, running his hands over the naked
sweaty back. "Pretty boy. Y'gonna behave now? Y'gonna be good? Or
I'll punish ya - y'mine boy and I don't take no misbehavior."

Remy was shuddering and grunting, rocking hard to meet him, straining
against the bonds. Logan grinned and leaned into the rhythm, fucking
him good. Showing his boy how good it could be. Feeling just how good
his boy could be. He reached under Remy and unsnapped the restrictive
cock ring. Remy screamed briefly. Logan's eyes slipped shut, hips
thrusting, groaning through clenched teeth as he came into the
shuddering clamp of Remy's ass. Savored the sound of Remy's wails as
the boy came too.

He pulled out and unlocked his pet. The boy scrambled around, still
gagged, and rubbed his face against Logan's thighs, wrapping his arms
around his legs and making little pleading noises. Logan smiled down
at him, stroking the sweaty hair and flushed cheeks. Remy rubbed his
cheek against his fingers, eyes half open and panting hard.

Logan indulged the boy for a moment then peeled him off. He nodded at
the pile of laundry still waiting. "Y'feeling motivated pet?"

The thief nodded and hurried over to the laungry, still gagged, still
sweaty and damp from being fucked and went eagerly to work. Logan
settled on his bed and closed his eyes for a nap, content. He'd always
hated doing laundry.

END