Reflections

Logan wasn't in his room and Remy settled onto his knees to wait. He
folded his hands in his lap and sighed, kneeling where Logan expected
him to be, just inside the bedroom door. He wondered if his boss made
him wait here because it was Japanese custom for wives to wait for
their husbands like this. He wondered if Mariko had ever waited for
Logan like this and Remy's eyes lifted to the picture on Logan's
dresser, feeling briefly guilty. If things had been just a little
different, Mariko would be waiting for Logan and Remy - he'd still be
alone. The thought almost made him glad that the woman Logan had loved
so deeply was dead. He heard a familiar tread in the hall and his eyes
snapped back to his knees.

Logan came in, carrying a one of the straight backed kitchen chairs and
a coil of rope. He ignored the thief kneeling submissively on the
floor and Remy remained silent. Waiting, but not particularly
patiently. His jeans tightened as his cock responded obediently to his
boss' presence.
He watched from the corners of his eyes as Logan positioned the chair
in front of the full length mirror on the closet door. He dropped the
rope on the chair and turned to Remy, looking down at him, eyes
crinkled slightly in satisfaction. Remy flushed in pleasure.
Impulsively, he bowed down, pressing his hands to the floor and resting
his forehead on them.

"Mmm." Logan said. "Real sweet, pet. Come here -"

Remy didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled up and threw himself
at Logan. The other man caught him with a laugh and hugged him, hands
dropping to squeeze Remy's ass. They kissed, Logan nipping at Remy's
dancing tongue while the thief ground his hips against Logan, hands
buried in the other man's black hair. All day, they'd been working
together repairing the roof and never had a chance to touch. It
couldn't have been a better torture if Logan had planned it.

"Remy love de blue collar boss." He purred, remembering Logan
balancing a hundred pound roll of tarpaper on his shoulder and walking
the roofline past Remy. The old Canadian flag T-shirt Logan was
wearing was so old the seams were rotting, dark with sweat it had clung
to his chest and back like it was painted on. Remy had been so turned
on he'd nearly swallowed the mouthful of roofing nails he was hammering
into the asphalt tiles Jean had laid down. "You torture you're p'o pet
on purpose, eh boss?"

Logan snorted softly in his hair, tugging Remy's shirt out of his
pants. "Next time you wear shorts that tight, boy, I'm just gonna
strip ya. Be less revealing that way. Get naked, pet."

Remy hurriedly complied, folding his clothes and setting them in the
bottom drawer Logan had allotted to his pet. He knelt at Logan's feet,
looking up at him expectantly. The Canadian ruffled his hair and Remy
turned to lick his fingers. "Remy suck you, boss?"

"We'll see." Logan's voice had changed, no less pleased, but less -
forgiving. Darker, deeper, as if Logan were speaking from the bottom
of his chest. Remy shivered, cock twitching at the tone. Logan
pressed his thumb against the thief's mouth and Remy suckled eagerly,
watching his face.

"Gonna be good tonight?" He asked and Remy nodded, still sucking in
his finger.

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Logan repressed a smile at Remy's eagerness. "Stand up."

He moved the boy, bending him over slightly and bracing his hands
against the dresser. "Spread 'em, pet. Y'know what I wanna see."

Remy obeyed, arching his back a little as he spread his legs wide,
offering himself willingly. Logan swallowed hard and tugged on his
jeans to adjust his pounding cock. The boy was just to beautiful to
believe, open and sweet, already panting with need. Beautiful ass
displayed just for him. Those legs just went on forever and Logan
swallowed convulsively, remembering chasing that boy down and just
taking him. His mouth watered and he contemplated fucking the boy now
to take the edge off. Grinned. He liked the edge. The sharper the
better. He went for the lube and the toys he'd prepped for tonight.

He slicked his fingers, spread the boy's cheeks with one hand and
pushed in. A quiver ran through his pet, he felt him flinch and work
around his buried finger.

"Ah! Boss. Boss!" Remy gasped. Logan sighed. The boy was never
going to learn to be quiet.

"You're gonna be living in that gag, pet."

Remy moaned as Logan forced another finger in. He fucked the boy that
way, watching his fingers slid in that tight hole, grinning at Remy's
whimpers and incomprehensible pleas. When he was rocking back, moaning
for more, Logan pulled free. The boy was ready. He lubed the plug and
grabbed hold of the thief's sharp hip. Settling the tip against Remy's
slick hole, he held on through Remy's gasp and flinch. "Settle down!"

"Boss? Wha -?" Remy began then arched, crying out as Logan pressed.

He eased forward slow, watching that tight muscle open up around thick
rubber. His cock ached, wanting to be in the boy. Remy squirmed,
whimpering.

"Boss! Boss - s'v plait. Too much!" Remy began to beg as he
stretched pink around the thickest part. "Please boss - don'!"

"Y'can take it." Logan said firmly. The plug popped in on a yelp and
Remy's ass flexed hard as he spasmed around the rubber. Logan rubbed
his ass, bending to drop a kiss on the boy's shoulders in reward.
"Y're fine, boy. Just fine."

Remy whined but pushed back against Logan's touch. Logan grinned and
bit his skin, then licked the fresh mark among many old ones.
Beautiful. Slid his hands up to tweak the hard nipples, rolling them
in his fingers. Remy's hips rolled and then he stiffened.

"Boss - s'v plait!" He complained. "Dat plug - dat - ah!"

"Shush!" Logan gave him a quick slap on the ass, mostly to jostle the
plug the boy was complaining about. Remy gave a startled squawk and
jerked, Logan snorted in amusement, seeing the way the boy's hips
shivered. He slid a finger down the boy's crease and nudged the plug.
The thief squirmed again. "That stays right where it is, pet. You'll
get used to it."

Remy's head dropped and he breathed sharply as Logan teased him. "I
ain't gonna stop teasing y'till ya spread 'em again."

With much whimpering and pants, Remy finally managed to return to his
original open position, despite Logan's continued idle tormenting of
his ass, cock and balls. Logan fisted his cock a couple of times in
reward then tugged him upright. His pet had bitten his lip bloody and
Logan licked his mouth, sucking on the cut. The boy moaned, hands
fluttering helplessly, flushed and eager. Logan smiled at the sight,
his boy's pretty cock was rock hard and drooling.

"Come here and sit down."

Remy stared wildly. "Sit? Oh - boss, s'v plait, non!"

Logan slapped him in exasperation. "Sit!"

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Remy stared in horror at the chair as Logan pulled him towards it.
Every step made the plug shift. Sitting - Deiu. His cock spasmed at
the thought. Logan pushed him down and Remy sat with a soft wail. He
stared wide eyed at their reflection. He was clutching the chairseat
with white knuckled fists, knees pressed together like a nun, mouth
hanging open like a fool. His boss was smirking down at him and Remy
closed his mouth with a snap and sat very, very still. The plug wasn't
uncomfortable, just so *present* and every time he moved it nudged his
prostrate. He wanted to scream and prayed that Logan was going to gag
him soon.

His boss had a gag in his hand and Remy flushed darkly, glancing up at
him in a moment of rebellion. It wasn't the far to familiar ball but a
panel gag with a squat dildo to go into his mouth like a cock. Logan's
hand cupped his chin and lifted his head.

"Open, boy."

The command was firm and, trembling with a mix of humiliation and
frantic lust, Remy obeyed. His last protest was muffled, becoming
nothing more than a pleading noise. Logan buckled it tightly, careful
of his hair. Remy shuddered, swallowing convulsively. The latex felt
strange, making his mouth water and Remy had to swallow again,
embarrassed at the soft wet noise he made. Plugged at both ends. His
cock twitched and Remy watched it in the mirror.

Logan ran a finger along the strap then leaned in and kissed Remy on
the leather covering his mouth. The guesture was so familiar, it eased
some of the thief's awkwardness. "Yer doin' fine, pet."

Remy sighed and nuzzled at Logan's face, longing to kiss him. The
presence of the dildo made him want to suck Logan's cock too. His boss
stroked his hair, murmuring nothing particular in his ear. Nipped the
lobe, making him whimper behind the gag at the slight pain. Logan
moved, pulling ankles to the chair legs and tying them securely.
Despite his helpless resistance, Remy's knees were spread wide and
cotton rope bound just below the kneecap to keep him there.

He couldn't take his eyes off the mirror. Logan was kneeling in front
of the chair, his broad back blocking most of the view but Remy was
more than happy to watch his boss. He had a length of rope in his
hands which he used to bind Remy's thighs to the chair, then moved to
his hips, crossing a couple of times on the thief's belly. Remy
groaned, closing his eyes for a moment. He was immobilized in a
position that put direct pressure on the plug in his ass, pressing it
against his prostate. His hands were pulled back and tied securely
together and to the back rungs of the chair. Logan stood, Remy watched
the top of his bent head and the white criss-cross of rope climb up his
chest as his boss finished tying him to the chair. Only when he
absolutely restrained did Logan step back, fists on hips, to admire his
work.

Remy whimpered. His reflected cock was dark, straining up from his
spread legs, tip shiny with moisture. He looked at Logan and moaned in
longing, the other man's cock was pressed hard against the front of his
jeans. Remy met Logan's eyes and made begging noises behind the gag.
He'd make his boss feel so good - if only he could move!

Logan must have understood because he stroked Remy's face gently.
"Y'please me just fine just the way y'are. Now - pet, y'keep yer eyes
on the mirror."

Remy stared at his reflection and Logan moved off, going into the
bathroom to wash up. He couldn't move at all. He couldn't do anything
except wait and feel - and watch. Himself. Hard cock leaking visibly,
an exited flush staining his cheeks, neck and chest. Tousled hair. A
lean, long body so many people wanted. The broad leather panel over
his mouth stood out like a shout. The white rope was stark all down
his body, pulling his shoulders back, crossing neatly just below his
nipples, at his navel, holding his legs wide and tying him securely to
the chair.

The pressure in his mouth was like the pressure in his ass and both
made him want to squirm and writhe and beg. And he couldn't.
Listening to Logan going through his routine was maddening. Remy
curled his fingers to explore the rope around his wrists. It was laced
through the back chair rung and pulled taunt, forcing him into a
posture a nun would be proud of. Getting out of this would be much
harder than a few locks and some cuffs.

His boss finished up and came over, putting his hands on Remy's
shoulders and bending to kiss the top of his head. "Looks like
y'handling it okay."
 

Remy tipped his head back, begging with his eyes for a kiss. Logan
smiled and dropped a kiss onto his nose. His fingers stroked along
Remy's naked throat, then down to lazily circle his nipples. Remy
panted and tried to move. The ropes went taunt, holding him securely.

"Y'my beauty." Logan murmured against the hot skin of Remy's neck.
"My pet. My toy. So beautiful like this. Look -"

Remy's eyes drifted back to the mirror. Logan was hunched over him,
black hair tickling his shoulders as he nuzzled his neck. The big
hands were moving slowly, spread wide over Remy's chest, touching him.
Remy watched his boss' thumb rub along a rope, tracing the length of it
as the man's mouth sucked on his skin. He moaned and his hips tried to
hitch up in response, the ropes bit into the skin of his belly and
thighs. His cock twitched, it was the only visible movement.

"I want ya t' watch, pet." Logan whispered. "I want ya t'see yerself
like I do. See how sweet y'are. See how you belong to me."

The thief was already trembling, staring wide-eyed at himself and
panting nosily through his nose. He moaned on a rising note, pleading
with Logan. He didn't think he could stand much more. The clutch of
the rope seemed to be getting tighter and Remy tossed his head. He
surged against the ropes, fighting to get free. Logan lifted his head
to watch Remy's struggles in the mirror. His eyes were dark and hungry
and Remy wailed, shuddering as he fought back his climax until his body
was tingling with frustration. He knew he couldn't hold on much
longer. He wanted to please Logan, wanted to obey him but his body was
betraying him. He couldn't control himself. Remy struggled wildly,
despite Logan's attempts to soothe him.

"Need some help, pet?" Logan asked and Remy nodded frantically. His
boss buckled on the cock and ball harness and Remy groaned in relief.
His shoulders relaxed.

Logan was kneeling in front of the chair, stroking Remy's ankles and
watching the play of expression on his face. "That's right, pet. I
got ya. Y'don't have t'worry about nothin'.

Logan kissed Remy's knee, the thief felt the scrape of his teeth and
sighed. His boss sank down lower while Remy watched him in the mirror.
Logan had stripped his shirt off but was still wearing his old jeans,
Remy stared at the ripple of muscle down the man's broad back and
ached. He wanted to touch his boss, lick him, suck him, fuck him.
Anything. Everything.

Remy felt the stroke of Logan's tongue across the arch of his foot and
he wailed, cock jerking. Teeth sank into the top of his foot, Remy
fought the ropes, unable escape Logan's lazy explorations. He'd
thought there wasn't any place left on his body that his boss hadn't
put a mark on. A hard sucking on is ankle and more teeth in his calve.
Thumbs rubbing in small, sensual circles at the thief's knees. Logan
at his feet.

Logan didn't look submissive. Not with that roll of muscles in his
shoulder and back. The jeans stretched tight across the powerful ass,
a trail of dark hair slipping below the waistband where Remy longed to
slip his fingers. Remy stared at the mirror, watching as Logan chewed
and licked and sucked his way up his pet's body. He felt like a buffet
dinner.

"Y'mine boy." Logan growled into the skin of is inner thigh. "Mine.
I got all of ya. Feel it - feel me. Y'can't move without me, y'can't
speak. Y'can't come. Y'gotta take what I give ya. Can't escape it.
Can't move. So sweet to see you so hungry, so needin' me. I can give
ya what y'want pet. What y'need."

Remy was moaning constantly now, shuddering as sweat slid down his
temples and beaded on his chest. Logan had reached around and grabbed
his ass and was kneading him, making the plug rock and move and - Deiu
- *press* while he bit Remy's inner thighs and lapped at the shallow
scrapes. His cock was rigid and purple with frustration and Logan
hadn't even touched him there. The thief tried to move, wailing
softly, hips thrusting against the ropes. He ached, a rising, white
hot pleasure that was intense enough to be painful. If Logan hadn't
put the cock ring on, Remy knew that he'd have come already. The
though made him cry out again, nearly weeping with need.

His cock was weeping, drops forming constantly at the tip as Logan's
hands moved across his belly. A tongue lapped at his navel and Remy
squealed, beginning to thrash in his bonds, eyes squeezed shut, unable
to think, to move, to speak, to anything except feel -

His boss was growling in pleasure, the thief was only vaguely aware of
it. He was driven higher, jerking helplessly in his bonds, as Logan
rolled his nipples in his fingers, slowly increasing the pressure until
Remy gave a deep, ecstatic moan at the pain.

"Ohh - yeah, pet." Logan groaned, head dropping to lick the seeping
fluid from the tip of his aching cock. Remy squealed and fought,
Logan lazily ran his tongue along the engorged shaft.

It was more than he could stand and Logan wasn't stopping. Remy was
losing track of himself, track of everything, drowning in sensations.
He screamed behind the gag as Logan's mouth sank onto his cock. The
other man held him there for an exquisite moment - letting him feel the
wetness and the denied ache of his cock - before snapping the ring off.

Remy shrieked and shrieked, exploding to Logan's mouth, as white heat
rushed up his spine and he exploded into silence and bliss.

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Logan felt all the shuddering muscles in his boy go suddenly limp and
smiled around the cock still throbbing in his mouth. He'd gotten Remy
good.

He pulled back, licking his lips and grinned. The boy was glassy eyed
and sagging in his bonds, Logan lifted his head briefly to check his
pupils and the set of the gag. His boy was flying high, twitching
faintly when Logan touched him. "Shh, pet. It's okay. Good boy."

Logan leaned back against the mirror and unzipped, hissing through his
teeth. He'd nearly shot into his pants at the sound of Remy's
smothered shrieks when he came. Staring at his boy, still bound - god,
so beautiful in all that rope - and fisted his cock. There was no way
Remy was going to be in any shape to help him out tonight. Arching up,
pumping himself hard, Logan spilled into his hands, groaning, eyes
still fixed on his pet.

END