MGB Telling Tails

Once upon a time there was a boss and a pet.

"Ya did real good, pet. I'm proud of you. Didn't even freak
out when Hank put that needle in yer arm," the boss said.

Remy, for he was the pet, turned his head into Logan's, being
that Logan was the boss' name, fingers as his boss chucked him under
the chin. The results of the tests would take more than a day, but
Remy was more relieved that his lab ordeal was over then he was
worried about the results.

"Next we talk to Cyke."

Remy shook his head. "No need f' that, boss. Remy ain't a
danger or not'in'."

"Shut it, boy."

Remy's mouth closed obediently, but his lips formed into a
pout.

"Don't move."

Remy contemplated the floor between his knees and tested the
cuffs on his wrists carefully. He could remove them at will and
unlocked the lock just because he could. Years later, Logan returned
with Scott. Scott settled on the couch.

"Tell him," Logan stated.

The whole twisted story of his time with Sinister spilled out
of Remy's lips. He wound to a stop, staring at the floor. Cyclops
considered. "I'll think about this. Talk to me with Hank's results.
You two may as well take tomorrow off. I don't' want Gambit in the
field until we know exactly what Sinister's done to him." Scott
barely glanced at the Cajun as he left. Logan smelled the tears. He
let his boy cry, knowing it would do him good.

Logan's boy deserved a reward for being good in the med-lab,
so he'd actually get to come tonight. But he'd have to earn it. It'd
mean nothing if it came easily.

"Cage. Now."

Remy curled up in his cage, cheeks wet with tears. Logan
locked the showy padlocks and shut the door of the closet while he
set the scene. He set the equipment out on the floor in front of the
closet. He finished his evening routine and settled down to meditate.
Trapped in darkness, Remy found himself drifting. The door opened
suddenly, startling him. The padlocks were freed. Remy looked up at
his boss.

Logan's leather pants were butter soft and well worn in by
the road. Every muscle showed through. He might as well have been
naked. Remy's eyes fastened on the swelling crotch. He swallowed
hard, then licked his lips. "Prepare yerself, then restrain yerself.
You have thirty minutes. Every minute over is one smack. Time starts
now."

Remy scrambled to the bathroom, then back to the floor by the
closet. He buckled in the now familiar ball-gag, then, the cock and
ball harness, followed up with a locking cock-ring. The vibrator slid
up his ass and he tightened that harness on as well. Thigh cuffs
locked together next. Then, ankle cuffs locked together, hobbling him
completely. Nipple clamps bit his nubs mercilessly. A posture collar
forced his head up. The blindfold came next, closing off the light
completely. Then, the handcuffs were ratcheted around his wrists.
Logan checked the timer. "Four minutes over." He delivered the blows
harshly, leaving imprints on the taut white ass, while Remy knelt
with his forehead to the floor.

Logan picked up the roll of surgical tape and proceeded to
tape the slender wrists together, then removed the cuffs. Several
strips later and Remy's fine fingers were trapped in useless fists.
Logan stood his pet up in his corner. "Stay."

He left Remy's side to get the sturdy wooden chair he'd
permanently borrowed from a basement storeroom. He turned on the
vibrator, then sat Remy down. A firm length of chain fixed the boy to
his place by his collar. Remy dragged panting breaths in through his
nose. Soft sponge ear-plugs muffled the sounds in the room. A second
chain bound him down and back. Remy tried to beg, but it came out
nothing more than a soft mewling.

Logan stood back. He left his boy to stew while he caught the
news. Remy fought his bonds wildly for a while, but tired quickly due
to his restricted air intake. He breathed heavily through his nose.
He pushed at the ball behind his teeth, but it wouldn't budge. The
vibrator rested against his prostate making him see stars. The ring
bit cruelly at his cock, not letting him come. Remy squirmed, mind
focused solely on his need to come.

Logan grinned down at his helpless, vulnerable boy. He tugged
on the nipple clamps and Remy twitched and jumped at the red-hot
pain. The scent of pain made Logan's cock stiffen. Just a little pain
didn't set Remy off, but any threat of pain made him weep and beg for
mercy. Logan unsheathed a single claw and pressed it against the
unprotected collar-bone. He moved it down Remy's body leaving tiny
nicks that his mouth transformed into blooming bruises. Remy was
moaning low in his throat, the stimulation blurring the pain into
pleasure. He arched up into Logan's touch only to be thwarted by skin-
warmed chain.

Logan unlocked the cock ring. "Come," he barked.

Remy came hard and collapsed back into his bonds. The ring
was reinstalled. Logan left his boy there, tormented by stimulation
that was too much, too deep for the minutes after orgasm.

Remy moaned and thrashed weakly. His helplessness made his
cock twitch. The tiny pains of Logan's marks seem to grow as he
regained partial awareness. His boss had let him come once. He'd be
lucky to get the privilege again tonight. Or this week for that
matter. And Logan had all day to torture him tomorrow. Remy shivered
off the last vestiges of his worries. His only duty was to please his
boss. His only need was what his boss granted him. He was forced into
idleness for Logan's amusement, not his own. And if his boss
preferred him writhing in erotic agony, so be it. But it would be
nice to feel Logan's rough fingers caress him.

Remy started when the brush touched his scalp and Logan
smirked. He loved the silky hair under his fingers. He brushed it
until it gleamed, then carefully braided it, running a leather strip
down the center of it. The leather dangled down to the small of
Remy's back. Logan tied it firmly around the bound wrists. He patted
his boy on the head and climbed into bed.

Logan watched his pet wriggle in his bonds, attempting to get
comfortable, bruises dark on his skin. He licked his lips. He ran a
hand over his cock. Slowly, he teased himself erect, knowing his pet
would feel the torment on top of his own. He stroked slowly, then
more and more quickly until his came. He saw his pet shudder at the
force of it. He licked his fingers clean as Remy fell down into his
mind.

Remy didn't know why Logan was content, but the feeling left
him gooey inside. The vibrator continued to run, a testament to
Logan's control. Unable to sleep, cock hard but unable to come,
Logan's pet fell into a strange sort of timeless trance, waiting to
be awakened; hopefully with a kiss.

FINIS