Saturday Night Is Alright

"Mornin', Cajun."
Remy yawned and nodded, heading for the coffee-pot. He
growled when he noted it was empty and started a new pot. Logan
snickered. Remy stuck his tongue out at him. Logan settled behind
him, hands sliding down soft denim at the join of Remy's hip and leg.
He slid one finger into the tear near the fly and stroked the even
softer skin inside the jeans.
Remy ground back against him. "Mission go okay?"
"Oui. Jubes and Jono made their bones. Missed y', amour."
"Missed ya too, pet. We're goin' out tonight. Dress up to
match yer collar."
"Slut or decadent?"
"Decadent. Come to my room at six. We're skippin' dinner."
"Oui, boss."
"Logan, stop groping the thief in the kitchen," Scott
ordered. "Gambit, my report?"
"On y'r desk, Cyke."
"Good. Don't damage him. I need him in the morning to
negotiate with Frost."
"Don't worry, One-Eye, he'll be fine."
Scott smirked at them for a moment, then left.
*****
Remy fussed with the tight French braid, pulling out wisps of
bangs to give the impression that it had been hastily neatened. He
pulled on the black velvet duster and grinned. He slipped into
Logan's room and settled on his knees by the door, coat pooling
around him.
Logan grinned at the sight that greeted him as he left the
bathroom. Red leather pants caressed the boy's thighs. A French
cuffed white silk shirt laced up the front and hung partly open,
highlighting the long column of throat and slender hands. Black nail
polish and silver rings adorned the long fingers. A silver ring
glittered in Remy's lobe. Black kohl drew attention to his eyes which
most would assume were contacts. Logan tightened the wide red collar
around Remy's neck, settling the symbol in the center. He noted with
approval that the claiming bracelet still peeked form beneath the
open cuffs. He tugged the pants down and added a butt plug and his
favorite cock harness and ring to the ensemble. Remy pulled his pants
back into place and settled on his knees at Logan's gesture.
Logan finished dressing. His tight tee and leather jacket
over leather pants and boots were a striking contrast to the fallen
angel at his feet. "Get the bag."
Remy put the leather bag over his shoulder. He followed Logan
quietly past the dining room. Every eye watched them pass and Remy
lifted his chin arrogantly at them. Remy gaped. "Hot?" Bobby queried
icing up the seat of her chair.
"Bobby!" she squealed.
Remy snickered softly. He settled into the passenger side of
his Porsche. Logan fished in the bag and pulled out a set of metal
shackles. They were specially made to close with pins. Logan locked
one of Remy's wrists, sliding the pin in until the button on the
bottom clicked up. It took two hands to release the pin. "Gimme yer
wrist, pet."
Remy whimpered, but complied. He had six inches of play
between his hands. Logan pushed them to Remy's lap and strapped them
down with the seatbelt. Once Remy was thus bound, Logan located the
shiny silver-colored nipple clamps and connecting chain at the bottom
of the bag and pulled them out. "Remy'll be good, boss, sil vous
plait, non, don'."
"Shut up, pet." Logan reached into the shirt and fastened
them on. Remy wriggled for a moment then stopped with a gasp as the
butt plug reminded him of its presence. Logan started the car.
*****
Remy looked up at Logan with wide eyes. He didn't recognize
the towering façade. Logan merely clipped on a leash and tugged as he
shouldered the bag. Remy lowered his eyes and followed, every breath
setting off a cascade of sensations. Security scanned the guest list,
then admitted them.
The room was washed with musk and pheremones and perfume and
sandlewood smoke. Remy moved next to Logan and the Canadian patted
his ass. He was obviously looking for someone. He tugged on the leash
and Remy followed on silent feet.
"You made it!" a familiar voice called out. Logan returned
Lucinda's hug. She turned to Remy who bowed.
"Madame Lucinda."
"My, my, Logan, you have been busy."
Remy's eyes dropped to her boots as she looked him over. She
stroked his coat.
"I'm sure we have something to hold him. He looks lovely.
What a pretty collar. What does it say?"
"Pet."
She laughed. "Enjoy. If you need *anything* let the staff
know." She kissed Logan fully. Remy fought down the wave of jealousy.
Logan led Remy through the crowd to a table that gave him a good view
of the stage. Remy settled at his feet with no hesitation. His eyes
were fixed on the floor. He didn't look up when his leash was tied to
the arm of the chair. His stomach was grumbling and he knew he'd get
nothing if he pissed Logan off. He heard the crack of a whip and
pressed against Logan's leg for comfort.
Logan's attention was fixed on the stage in fascination. It
really was Emma Frost. He didn't recognize her slave – his face was
covered with a thick leather mask. She fixed him to the frame and let
him stew while she pulled an opera length white glove onto her whip
hand. Then, she began. Logan set a soothing hand on Remy's head.
Remy's eyes drifted up, unable to stay still without seeing
what was happening. He saw Emma draw blood with an expert hand. He
buried his face against Logan's lap, breathing in leather and
arousal. Logan turned him to face the stage. "It's okay, pet. Watch."
Remy shivered under Logan's fingers.
"Boss, sil vous plait."
"Watch." Logan's voice held steel. Remy's eyes fixed on the
slender whip. "See his cock, pet? He's hard and lovin' every touch of
that whip. He needs it so bad. He needs punishin'. She ain't lettin'
him come yet. See how his cock's achin' fer her?"
Remy nodded. The press of arousal, jealousy, pleasure, pain,
love, lust and anger was almost too much. His head was spinning.
There were too many people in one place. He strengthened his shields,
just as Emma's cold, calculating rhythm broke. She hissed at the
slave and beat him harshly. He came, thrusting against his bonds. Two
other slaves supported him off the stage a moment later.
Remy quivered between Logan's knees. Logan knew the thief was
caught in memories. He pressed his wine glass to Remy's lips and the
boy sipped automatically. Logan fed him bits of steak, bread and wine
until he was sure that Remy's attention was focussed solely on him.
Remy sucked the juice from Logan's fingers. He realized suddenly that
he'd missed the pampering of being fed. He shifted, trying to ease
the pressure on his cock. "Stay, pet," Logan stated, rising to go to
the bathroom.
Remy was aware of eyes on him, but he didn't raise his gaze
to find out who was looking at him. He felt a hand wrap around his
braid and tug. He looked up to find Emma Frost looking down at him.
She smiled. "I wondered if that was you. And who is your owner
tonight, boy?"
"M. Logan, Mademoiselle Emma."
"I'll just wait for him then. She settled into one of the
chairs and crossed her legs. Remy lifted his chin, but fastened his
eyes on the floor.
"Emma, there you are. Thank you for taking care of Joey,"
Lucinda said, offering the White Queen a glass of champagne.
"You must take a break, my dear. This pace will kill you."
Lucinda smiled. "I enjoy it." She settled into Logan's seat
and stroked Remy's head absently. He closed his eyes.
"Ain't this a sight," Logan grinned. He took the third chair
without complaint. "Nice skirt, Frosty."
"Careful, Logan, I'll tell Summers where you've been."
Remy couldn't muffle the snicker. "Somethin' funny pet?"
"Oui, boss," Remy said. Logan raised a brow. "Really?"
"Just got a vision of Scotty tryin' t' put a leash on y',
boss."
"Oh?" Emma leaned forward. "Let me see."
Remy dropped his shield just enough for her to catch the
image. She shared it with Logan and Lucinda. "Ya think that's funny,
pet?" Logan forced his twitching lips into a frown. "There's a gag in
the bag, Lucinda. Would ya mind?"
"Of course not." She pushed the rubber ball past Remy's teeth
and fastened it tightly. Remy whined and she patted his head. "How
have you been, Logan?"
"Not bad, Darlin'. Not bad. Things've changed a bit at home
as ya see. Spend most of my spare time trainin'. Still mouths off."
"A naughty boy, hmm?" Emma asked. "There are ways to cure
that."
Remy whimpered. Surely Logan wouldn't let her touch him.
"I got my ways. Was that yer boy on stage?"
"No, mine," Lucinda smiled. "I really should get back to
work." She patted Remy's head.
"Don't work too hard, Darlin'."
"I won't." She smiled. "Emma."
"Lucy." Emma turned her attention back to the kneeling
Cajun. "So much clothing, Logan, I'm surprised." Logan smirked.
"All mine, Emma. All mine. Look at him though. My own
personal demon. Look here, pet." Remy's eyes tracked Logan's fingers.
Emma licked her lips. The red on black eyes were glowing. Remy's
cheeks were flushed with arousal. His mouth was held open, teeth
imbedded in hard black rubber. He looked dangerous and sulky and
sweet.
She lifted his wrists by the chain to investigate the design.
She raised her brows. "He can't pick these?"
"Someday maybe," Logan grinned. "When he grows a third hand."
Emma smiled. Remy shivered. He whined, begging for his boss
to claim him so she'd leave him alone. "He's being surprisingly good."
"He don't act up in public much."
"Pity. I was hoping to see him up on that stage."
"Not tonight."
Emma sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
Logan nodded and Remy dipped his head in acknowledgment. She
left them. Logan freed Remy's leash from the chair.
"Come, pet." Remy followed trying not to pay attention to the
starburst of pleasure the shifting plug in his ass created as he
walked. Logan picked out Remy's puss over the helpless whimpers in
his throat. He led Remy downstairs. In the hall, Remy heard whips and
chains. He moved closer to Logan, shivering. He searched his mind for
anything he'd done wrong. He'd been trying so hard to be good.
"Hush, boy. We're just gonna watch, pet." Logan stroked
Remy's cheek above the strap of the gag. "Ya been good, pet. Don't
ruin it. Yer boss knows best."
Remy nodded and rubbed his cheek against Logan's fingers. The
public dungeon was full. "Let yerself feel them, pet." Remy swallowed
convulsively. Logan settled into a leather armchair. Remy dropped to
kneel between Logan's knees, eyes down. "Watch, pet," Logan said,
turning the boy to face the room. Remy settled his cheek against
Logan's thigh. He spread his knees, highlighting the throbbing heat
between his legs. Logan's hand slipped under the silk shirt and
tugged at the chain between the nipple clamps.
Remy jumped, twisted and froze when his body clenched around
the plug. He moaned and Logan's smile grew. Logan pressed his knees
against the Cajun's shoulders, keeping him lightly confined. The air
was filled with moans and cracks and begging and whimpers. Remy
lowered his shields and let //pain, pleasure, ecstacy, lust, love,
yearning, need// run over him. He sobbed. Logan stroked Remy's throat
and collar bone. Remy trembled. It was too much, too much to take.
The boy was going to bolt. "Down." Remy looked up at him with
wild eyes, then dropped his forehead obediently to the floor. Logan
locked Remy's ankles together, leaving him one inch of movement. He
swiftly released one wrist and rebound the thief's arms behind
him. "Up." Remy sat up a constant whine in his throat. He was on
display and Logan wouldn't like him wriggling about, but he shifted
until he was balanced once more. Logan's hands clamped down on his
shoulders, directing his view to one of the closer couples.
"Look at how she's spread, pet. See the little trail of
wetness sliding down her thigh?" Remy nodded. He needed to come so
badly and his charm slid out to feel her arousal. The ring at the
base of his cock wouldn't let him come. He leaned his head back
against Logan's groin. Logan was hard and ready.
He released the gag. Remy licked his lips. "Suck me, pet."
Remy shifted to comply. A drop of sweat tracked down his
temple. Logan wiped it away tenderly. Logan's cock bobbed free of his
pants and Remy sucked eagerly, desperate to lease. Logan came
swamping his pet with intolerable pleasure. Remy sobbed at the
intensity of his frustration. His hips sought pleasure as he nuzzled
Logan's balls. Logan was content to let him lick and suck and nip as
he would, eyes fastened on the blood that tracked down the slender
back of the young man he'd been watching as Remy brought him off.
He wrapped the leash around his hand, keeping Remy to his
task as he watched the whipping continue. The slave was firmly
muzzled with leather, his legs forced apart by a spreader bar.
Someday, Logan promised himself. But for the moment, it was time to
talk to Scott.
"Hello, Logan."
"Steve. Good to see you."
"This yours?" The man raised one raven colored brow.
"Yep."
"Not your usual style."
Logan shrugged. Remy shivered at the sight of rolling
muscle. "Pretty enough."
"Obedient?"
"Sometimes."
"Enjoy. I'll talk to you later."
"See ya."
"Boss, sil vous plait, boss, need t' come. Please, boss. Can'
take it me."
Remy begged sweetly, but Logan wasn't going to crumble. His
thief's eyes were dilated nearly full black. His lips were once more
wrapped around Logan's hard cock. "Down." Logan released the leash
and Remy folded down to press his forehead to the floor. "I know what
ya can take, pet," he growled.
Remy sobbed. Every breath made him *feel* too much. The pain
at his nipples as the chain shifted, the intruder hard in his ass,
the tight grip around the base of his cock, the leaking head of his
erection against leather, the sweat in his hair, the flush in his
cheeks, the warm metal around his wrists, and the tight hold on his
ankles. He was whimpering constantly. Logan heard the pure. Remy's
fingers fisted.
"Boss, sil vous plait. Remy'll make y' feel so good, y' let
him come."
Remy thrust mindlessly. Logan watched in amusement. "Up."
Remy struggled with that order, eyes watering, chest heaving. He'd do
anything, anything to please his boss. Anything. Logan steadied him
and undid the hobble. He led Remy up to the private rooms. Remy was
completely unaware of anything except for the tug of the leash, his
own arousal and Logan's voice.
Then, his pants were open. Logan's fingers were stroking
along his dark, straining cock. Logan released the cock ring. "Come,
pet." Remy came, broadcasting his pleasure to the room. Logan ground
his teeth. He wanted to come buried inside his pet. "Knees. Open up,
pet."
Remy followed the order, eyes dazed. Logan fucked the pretty
mouth. He came when Remy swallowed compulsively around him.
Logan tucked the boy into his pants, re-instating the cock
ring. Then, settled him in the cozy armchair with a fond kiss to his
forehead. He himself flopped into the other chair in front of the
fireplace.
"Sweet Jesus, what was that?" Lucinda asked after a long
moment.
"Charm. Broadcast his orgasm."
"You interested in selling him?" Her husband's eyes flashed
in jealousy, but he had to admit that it was a mindbending experience.
"Never. Boy's all mine, Darlin'. All mine."
FINIS