Missing You

 "I'm goin' outta town fer a few days, pet."
 Remy queried softly behind his gag.
 "No, yer stayin' here." Remy rubbed his cheek against Logan's
thigh. Logan stroked the soft bangs. "Got rules fer while I'm gone."
Remy looked up coyly. "First, ya don't got permission to come at
all." Remy whined. "Second, yer gonna be bound wrist and ankles,
plugged and in bed by nine sharp. Scott's gonna check ya every night.
He's got permission to use yer pinned shackles if ya ain't. That
happens ya don't get out until he says. Ya got it?"
 Remy nodded. He nuzzled the palm of Logan's hand.
 "Ya want a treat, pet?"
 Remy nodded eagerly. He laid his head in Logan's lap.
 "I guess ya been good enough." Logan removed the hated gag
and Remy worked his jaw. He licked his lips and looked at Logan's
crotch, then up with pleading eyes.
 "Sil vous plait, boss, let y' pet suck y'. Make y' feel bon."
 Logan considered and shook his head. "Nope. Stay."
 Remy pouted and settled back on his heels. The chain between
his cuffs clinked softly. Logan rapped his thief's nose sharply. Remy
spread his knees and eased back up into the proper position. His eyes
focussed on Logan's crotch. He licked his lips, enjoying having the
freedom to do so.
 Logan considered his options. He stood to pack and Remy
looked up hopefully at him. Logan snapped his fingers and pointed
down. Remy pressed his forehead to the floor, ass presented. Logan
moved around the room, packing his bag. Remy shifted on his knees. He
needed the touch of Logan's hand if nothing else. The ring on his
cock left him hard no matter how he moved.
 Logan finished packing and set down his bag by the door. He
slid his finger through the hidden opening along the back seam of
Remy's faded and torn jeans. The denim was as soft and supple as
Remy's fair skin. He fingered the puckered opening and Remy pushed
back towards his touch. Logan considered taking him there and then.
No, he decided, he wanted to see the boy ride his cock – eyes closed,
lip caught between his teeth, swamped by Logan's arousal until he was
lost and trembling in it. He undid the cuffs. "Strip."
 Remy complied, folding his clothes neatly on the floor by the
window. He went onto his knees by Logan's side, feeling his pulse
against the red leather at his throat. "Lube that sweet ass fer me."
The thief trembled as he finger-fucked himself, knowing he shouldn't,
but loving the feeling. Logan smacked his ass. Remy whimpered.
 Logan folded Remy's arms behind him, hand to elbow and tied
them there with silk. Each additional strip reduced the chance that
the thief would be freed before morning. Logan tugged him upright by
his hair. He set the ring-gag behind the Cajun's canines and locked
it on. A spreader bar between his ankles held Remy's legs several
inches further than shoulder-width apart. Silver nipple clamps were
nexxt. Logan tugged on them and Remy cried out.
 Logan put him onto the bed and attached his ankles to the
footboard, leaving two yards of slack. Remy shivered, sensing the
spike of lust and wanting so badly to strengthen it. Logan stripped.
He fisted his cock lazily, just looking, watching the play of muscle
over bone. Remy's hips rocked, helpless, needy. Logan's semen
splashed against Remy's side. The Canadian rubbed it into his pet's
skin. "Yer mine," he growled. Remy swallowed and arched into the
claiming touch. Logan knelt on the bed. He pulled at the chain
between the clamps. He tugged at the trapped erection, his own
stiffening back to attention as Remy writhed under his hands. He
brought Remy's mouth to his cock and fucked it, liking the wet,
slurping sound and the slap of his balls against his pet's chin. He
pulled away, still hard, saliva dripping down his pet's sharp chin.
 He stoppered the hole with a life-size "realistic" dildo,
stroking the Cajun's throat until he could control his gag
reflex. "Yer gonna ride my cock, boy." Logan moved him to the center
of the bed. Then, he slid between the widespread legs to pin the bar
down with his body. He settled the thief onto his cock with heavy
hands on slender hips.
 Remy felt himself leaking as Logan's cock split him and the
bar left him with no resistance. Logan was so *thick* at this angle.
He slid down the Canadian's shaft and sucked on the rubber in his
mouth – not daring to make a sound. His chin was tipped up so he
wouldn't choke and he felt the collar around his throat, warm and
firm. He was exposed for what he was – a toy for pleasure. "Fuck
yerself, pet," came the gruff growl.
 Remy started to move, awkward as a foal. He'd never been put
in this position before and it showed. Logan stroked the trembling
thighs as the Cajun found his rhythm. He reveled in the open display
position as the light glittered off the sapphires at Remy's throat
and the silver clamps on his nipples. The boy's chest heaved as he
panted air in through his nose.
 Remy's eyes closed and he fell into sensation: the thick rod
that filled and emptied him, the chain that bounced against his
chest, the clips that sparked painful on his nipples, the rubber
filling his mouth like his boss' cock filled his ass, the harsh grip
of the cock ring and ball-splitter that he could barely remember
sleeping without, Logan's adoring rumble, the hands heavy on his
trembling thighs, the silk gripping his arms, the pull on his
shoulders, the strain on his ankles, the sweat wending down his
spine, the aching need that was turning to pain in his cock.
 Logan held Remy down and filled his ass with hot fluid. He
stroked the boy's cock, ears pricking at the pitiful whimpers that
evoked. "Up." Logan tugged on the boy's hips and they rose with a
muffled sob. He slipped free and moved out from under the boy. He
left the Cajun and went to the bathroom. His cock hardened again as
Remy fought his bonds – discovering some slack tot he tether he
couldn't see, but felt around each ankle in soft cotton, cock
bobbing, hips hitching, ass leaking.
 Logan laid him down, head at the footboard, and jerked off
onto the boy's stomach, rubbing it into the soft skin. Logan let him
come. Then he plugged his ass with it's usual guest and held in with
a leather harness. He carried him to the bathroom to let him pee.
Then, he reinstalled the cock ring. He removed the rubber dildo, but
left the ring gag. He kissed the Cajun deeply. "Ya were playin' with
yerself earlier, pet. That ain't allowed. Gonna have to punish ya fer
it." Logan shook his head and Remy whined, eyes wide.
 Logan made a nest of blankets in the corner. He stuck the
dildo back into the boy's mouth and tied a scarf around his head to
keep it in. The leather blindfold came next and was locked on. He set
the oby on his ass in the corner. The bare wood made Remy jump more
than the hard intruder. The blankets were tucked behind his head and
around his shoulders, leaving his chest exposed. Logan tethered the
spreader bar to the nightstand and desk. The splayed legs showed off
Remy's cock. Remy heard the main lights shut off, but felt the light
of the halogen desk lamp on his skin – a spotlight.
 "Sleep well, pet. Don't disturb me."
 Remy heard the creak of the bed and Logan's even breathing.
He shifted, over-full and muffled a sob. Please, boss, be kidding, he
begged. Don't leave your pet like this. But relief came as a fitful
sleep and nothing more.
*****
 "Mornin', Cyke. Come in."
 Scott surveyed the trussed Cajun. "You want him this way
every night? It could be arranged."
 "Naw. Wrist, ankles, plug and gag if he mouths off to ya. No
beatin', but ya can tie him tight fer punishin'. He ain't allowed to
come. He sucks cock like a dream. Feel free to try him."
 Remy whined pitifully behind his gag. Logan dropped a kiss to
his pet's forehead. "Ya gonna be my good boy?"
 Remy nodded. He wanted to see Logan before he left, but it
didn't happen. The two men left him there, locking the door behind
them. Completely alone, bound, cramped, needing to piss, shit, eat,
drink, Remy sat and contemplated his fate, desires, and arousal.
 A space of years later, Scott returned. He straddled the
straight-backed chair, jingling his keys idly. He just looked and
Remy blushed when he didn't speak for over a minute. Logan's come was
all over him. He knew he looked like a slut. Worse yet – he liked it.
It made him feel desirable.
 "Some ground rules, Cajun. You're in no position to argue, so
don't bother resisting. You will do all of your chores without
complaint. Any complain will get you one hour of punishment. I'm not
Logan either. I'm much harsher, as Jean's told you."
 Remy nodded, swallowing around the rubber cock in his mouth.
 "I won't beat you for infractions, but I wil punish you. In
the bedroom, yours, mine, Logan's, I am 'Master' and nothing else for
the duration of Logan's absence. When you cuff yourself, your hands
will be behind your back. Your ankles will be bound with no slack.
You will wear nothing but your bonds to bed. As per Logan's
arrangements, I will strap your elbows, thumbs, and large toes at
nine every night. Those straps will be released at five the next
morning if you've been good. If you have not, they will be released
at my discretion. I've replaced your mattress pad with a rubberized
one. If during your confinement you need to pee, you will do so in
your bed and clean it up the next morning. Your door will be locked
every night and your window shades closed. You will have no light.
You may tell Jean of our arrangements. She may act in my stead if I
am unable to do so. You will give her the same deference you would
Logan. Do you understand?"
 Remy nodded, cheeks bright red. Scott was so clinical about
things. This was just business to him.
 "Good. I'll free you in four hours."
 Remy sobbed.
*****
 Remy lay trembling in his bed as the clock changed to nine.
Scott was there not thirty seconds later. He fixed the straps as he'd
promised Logan, not surprised when the Cajun fought them. He checked
the plug. "Sleep well, boy." He locked the door.
 Remy pulled against the strange ties on his digits and
realized that they left him helpless except in dire emergency when he
could blow his bonds with a thought. He shivered. He cried himself to
sleep.
*****
 Logan stroked his cock, seeing visions of a helpless, writing
thief as he came. He already missed his pet.
*****
 Remy knew he was in trouble. He'd mouthed off to Cyke and he
was running late getting ready for bed. Scott caught his ponytail and
used it to hold him still long enough to attach a leash. "Of all the
days to piss me off, brat, today was not the best choice."
 Scott knew the Cajun was testing his bounds with an unknown
master.
 "Je suis desole, Master." Remy dropped to his knees. His eyes
were pleading, but Scott was immune to them. He knew the Cajun hadn't
finished his evening ritual. He didn't care either.
 "Kneel on the bed."
 Remy hurried to comply. Scott plugged his ass, shackled his
wrists with the pin-lock shackles Remy couldn't pick, bound him to
basic specifications, then gagged him tight with the familiar ball-
gag. He added a blindfold. Then, he pinned the thief, sitting at
attention against the headboard with a tether at his wrists and
elbows, and waist. Then, a taut line to the footboard. The leash was
attached to the back of the plug harness. A pillow protected the
Cajun's head as Scott ran a line from Remy's balls to his collar then
down to his ankles. Scott left without a word. Remy tried to
struggle, but couldn't move. His cock was rock hard in minutes.
*****
 Scott finished describing the bondage to Logan, hearing his
low growl. "How's he doin'?"
 "Testing."
 "Normal."
 "Yes. I'll let him go two hours after his pees himself."
 Logan snorted. "Do the boy good."
 "Always puts Jean in her place. How's it going?"
 "Found two of 'em. Goin' fer the third. Then, I'm in."
*****
 I can hold on until five, Remy told himself. He'd lost all
sense of time due to the dark of the room and pitch black of the
blindfold. Finally, he could take it no longer and peed, crying. He
felt like a child. He hadn't wet himself since he was a baby. Well,
except for the time he'd been whipped into it. He shunted his mind
from those memories to his aching muscles.
*****
 Logan closed his eyes. He watched his thief fighting his
bonds as he was tied to the post, mouth jacked open with a ring-gag,
ready for use when his ass was bruised dark. "Disrespectful brat," he
growled and unfurled the whip. "Ya ain't Rogue's no more and I'm
gonna make sure ya remember it every time ya sit down."
 The blows were teasing at first and the boy relaxed, assuming
it would stay that way. He lifted his rump and Logan let him have a
serious strike. His boy jumped and danced in the limits of his bonds.
He didn't stop until the boy's ass was covered in dark welts. He
stepped forward and took him, jerking him off, coming hard. Then, he
left the thief there for later use.
*****
 Remy was bound and in bed at nine. Scott strapped him
snuggly. "I talked to your boss today, boy."
 Remy looked up eagerly. Scott relented. "He says he loves you
and be good. Sleep well, Cajun."
 Scott smirked. He wondered if Logan would let him continued
the punishment rules permanently. It did wonders for the Cajun's
productivity.
*****
 Jean arched, the ropes at her wrists and ankles snapping
taut. She moaned. "Please, please, oh God, Scott, please." The hand
moved away from her slit and the thumb left her clit. "Master,
please. Please, I'm so close. I'll be good. Please, make me come."
 Scott looked down at his slave's flushed body, trying to
decide whether she deserved the reward or not. She twisted in her
ropes. He tweaked her nipples and she arched up with a moan. "Master,
please. I'll be so good."
 "Liar."
 She sobbed and lifted towards his touch with her hips. He
considered the request and went back to fingering her. She was so
high maintenance. He pulled away again. "Oh, Master, don't, please,"
she begged as he stood.
 "Twice is more than enough for you, bitch." He went to finish
his nightly routine, then laid down with his head between her
breasts. She trembled and eventually slept.
*****
 Remy fought his bonds in a nightmare panic. He was held so
firmly. He brought Logan's face to mind. Logan put him here. Kept him
like this. He hadn't been allowed to touch himself in months. His ass
had adjusted to the plug. Scott had gagged him and he pushed at the
ball, hoping for freedom. It was buckled on too tightly for that. He
stared at the clock, willing five a.m. to come quickly.
*****
 Jean settled on Remy's lap. He'd been napping in the big wing-
back chair in the library. He blinked fuzzily at her. "Hey, Remy."
 "Jean. What's up?"
 "I'm bored."
 Remy snorted. "Go find y'r husband, chere. Leave me out of
it."
 "But getting into trouble can be such fun."
 "Back off, Jean," Remy stated.
 She wriggled in his lap. He shifted. She giggled. His hands
gripped the arms of the chair. "Don't you like me, Remy?" she pouted.
 He tried to stand and drop her off, but she held him back
with her TK. He scowled at her.
 //Jean!// Scott snapped through their link.
 //What?//
 //Get your ass into my office immediately!//
 "Gotta go." She tweaked the Cajun's nose and left. Remy tried
the even breathing Logan had taught him and managed to get his
arousal under control. That woman was a hazard.
*****
 Scott locked his office door and closed the curtains. "You
are in serious trouble, bitch."
*****
 Remy begged Scott not to put in the gag. Used to Jean's more
bulldozer attempts at mind-control, he didn't recognize Remy's charm.
For the first time Scott could recall, he let a punishment slide.
*****
 "Comin' home tomorrow, Slim. Place is shut down. Cops are
cleanin' up the mess. How's my pet?"
 "Edgy. Mouthy. He misses you badly."
 Logan snorted. "When ain't he mouthin' off? Been thinkin'
about keepin' him gagged all the time."
 "I'll pay to see you pull that off without a suppression
collar. That boy's so gunshy he'll never do it."
 "Ya wanna put money on that?"
 Scott considered. "No, he'd do it just to spite me. Logan,
would you consider continuing the punishment phase if he doesn't do
his chores?"
 "I'm thinkin' yer enjoyin' it too much."
 "Well, I've gotten the shed fixed, my paperwork filed, the
shopping done, the floors cleaned, and the table-cloths ironed
without complaints. It's refreshing. Besides, who else would you ask
to look after him? Rogue?"
 Logan laughed. "Drake maybe."
 "Bobby Drake? The CPA?"
 "Yep."
 "As a Dom? Are you insane? Never work, Gambit's teaching him
to control his powers."
 Logan considered. "True. Don't want to undermine the kid's
authority. Drake's too young to understand."
 'Too innocent you mean."
 "Fer now. Gumbo'll open him up."
 "Rogue's bitching because they're becoming friends."
 "Figures. I'll see ya around lunchtime, Cyke. Keep the Cajun
occupied."
 "Tomorrow's his lunch duty."
 "Good enough."
*****
 Remy was perched on the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee
and the paper, reading the arts section. "Hey, Cajun, there's some
Canadian freak out here to see you. Should I throw him out?" Remy was
in the front hall in an instant. He practically threw himself at
Logan and kissed him.
 "Hey, Rems."
 "Hey, cher. Missed y' bad, me."
 Logan stroked Remy's hair. "Ya been a good boy fer Cyke?"
 Remy nodded.
 Scott waggled his hand in a so-so gesture.
 Logan lifted the Cajun over his shoulder. "Hey now, Logan!
Ah, merde!" Logan bounded up the stairs as Scott laughed.
*****
 The Canadian dropped his pet onto the bed. "Ready to eat ya
alive, pet." He locked the door. He placed a kiss on the bracelet.
Remy's eyes dilated and his breathing sped up. He squirmed. "Strip."
 Remy complied. Logan stalked around him, nostrils flaring. He
quirked a brow.
 "Stay outta my shirts, thief."
 Remy blushed.
 Logan held his hand up, palm flat and Remy dropped to his
knees, hands on the back of his neck, knees spread, eyes down. Logan
unpacked. He fasted on the red collar. He could already hear the
sweet, low purr in Remy's throat. His pet trembled when he brought
out the harness and cock-ring. "Put it on, pet."
 Remy whimpered, but complied. Logan tightened it. Remy's cock
was hard and warm as Logan stroked the soft skin. Logan's own
erection was pressing against the front of his jeans. He opened his
fly. "Suck me."
 Remy attacked the task hungrily. He loved the taste of his
boss, the feel of him. He opened himself to Logan's emotions
automatically adjusting his rhythm to suit. "That's it, boy. My good
boy. Oh, yeah." Logan grabbed Remy's hair and fucked his pet's mouth
until he came. Remy swallowed compulsively. Logan pulled free. "Prep
yerself. Ya play with yerself I'll spank ya till ya cry."
 Remy gulped. He lubed his ass quickly and settled at Logan's
feet as the Canadian rustled through the dresser. Remy's breath
caught. He was in for a long day.
 "Two days, pet."
 "Quoi, boss?"
 "Yer mine fer the next two days and ya ain't leavin' this
room."
 Remy licked his lips. Logan grinned at his discomfort. The
spreader bar came first. "On yer stomach, pet." Logan spread his
pet's legs wide and locked the spreader bar between them. He stroked
down Remy's back. He fastened on stiff wrist braces, making it
impossible for Remy to reach the locks of the simple handcuffs that
pinned his arms behind his back. Logan slapped the Cajun's ass. Remy
whimpered. "Stay." Remy snorted. "Watch it, boy. I ain't in the mood
fer yer sass." Remy bit his lip.
 He rubbed his cock against the floor while Logan went to the
bathroom for a shower. He knew he was driving himself crazy, but it
felt too good to stop. Logan toweled off his hair and watched his pet
trying to fuck the floor. "No!" he snapped. Remy froze. Logan padded
over to him. He chained wrists to ankles, forcing Remy to kneel, legs
splayed, cock raised proudly. The thief lifted his chin to show off
his collar.
 Logan lifted Remy's head further back with one finger. Remy's
eyes closed. His lips were parted and Logan rewarded him with a kiss.
He filled the open space with his tongue and Remy opened wider still,
moaning when the lips left him. Logan filled the boy's ass with a
vibrating plug. Remy struggled wildly as it was switched on to high.
As he thrust helplessly, Logan stroked him with hard, almost painful
swipes. Logan nipped at Remy's throat. The Cajun moaned and
twitched. "Mercy, boss. Mercy. Dieu, boss, sil vous plait. Sil vous
plait. T'encule moi, boss. Dieu. Need y' so bad. Please, boss."
 "Ya need to come, pet?"
 "Oui, boss. Sil vous plait." Logan stroked the straining
erection and Remy's hips moved the tiny amount that they could. "Oh,
boss, please." Remy sobbed. "Make po' Remy come."
 "Later," Logan smirked. He kissed the Cajun. Then, he gagged
him firmly. He went to finish shaving.
 Remy heaved in breaths through his nose. He was so full. He
had to come, had to. His cock was leaking. But he needed movement. He
rocked in his sturdy bonds. Logan came back centuries later.
 He freed the chain connecting the Cajun's hands and feet. He
folded him over the bed and held him down with one hand in the small
of his back. "What ya need, pet, is punishin'." Remy shook his head
frantically. "Ya mouthed off to Cyke. Ya refused to clean the
bathroom. Ya used yer charm to get outta bein' punished. Ya were
rubbin' yerself after I told ya not to play with yerself. Ya tried
orderin' me around. Ya gonna add lyin' to that?" Remy shook his head.
 He needed to come so badly. He didn't care if Logan gutted
him so long as he got to come. How bad could a spanking be?
 "So now ya get to learn what punishin' is all about."
 Logan fell into the rhythm easily, hitting one cheek then the
other until they were bright red. Then, he concentrated his efforts
until the first bruise blossomed. He released the cock ring and
growled. "Come, pet," into Remy's ear. Remy came hard, even as tears
streamed down his cheeks. Logan left the vibrator in. He unlocked the
boy's ankles and dressed him in the soft "easy access" jeans he'd
modified to let him fuck or stroke his boy at any time. He replaced
the cock-ring and Remy whined. Logan removed the gag and handcuffs.
 He looked at the blissed eyes and let Remy calm for a
moment. "Remy?" he said stroking the Cajun's cheek.
 "Oui, Logan?"
 Logan jerked his head to the couch. "Let's talk." Remy
followed meekly, the vibrator still moving in him. Logan sat down and
patted the seat next to him. Remy sat, then stood immediately.
 "Dieu," he muttered. "Dat's gonna be interestin'."
 Logan smirked. "Didn't freak ya then?"
 "Non, deserved it me. F' all y' listed and more y' ain't
never gonna know." Remy settled on his knees. It was the only
comfortable position he could find.
 "Gonna push ya hard fer these two days, Gumbo. Ya ain't gonna
get another break. Ya got thirty seconds to tell me 'no'. After that,
ya obey or ya get another spankin'." Remy simply placed his crossed
wrists in Logan's lap.
 "No whips?" was all he asked.
 "No whips or belts. Only thing that'll hit ya is my hand."
 "I'm yours," Remy said distinctly. Then, he lowered his
eyes. "Let m' please y', boss."
 Logan felt a rush of affection followed by lust. "Gag yerself
tight, boy. Then, bring yer shackles." Remy shivered, but complied.
Logan slid the second pin home. "Got a treat fer ya, pet. Yer own
home."
 Remy's eyes widened as Logan opened his closet door to reveal
a dog crate. It was decorated with silk and satin to match the
thief's eyes. Remy crawled to Logan and rubbed his cheek against
Logan's bare foot. "I knew ya'd like it," Logan stated, purposefully
misinterpreting the Cajun's plea for mercy.
 Remy crawled in at Logan's urging. It was roomier than it had
seemed. He settled, resting against the side as starbursts of mixed
pleasure and pain flashed together. His breathing was heavy through
the gag. Logan tied Remy's knees, then ankles. He tethered them to
both sides of the cage, forcing Remy to sit full on the plug and his
sore ass. He locked the cage door with two heavy padlocks. He shut
the closet door and Remy's eyes were drawn to the thin crack of
light. He whimpered.
 Logan left him there to get himself back into the mindset
while he went to get some finger food for dinner.
FINIS