Belled

The bell woke him a few times, then he adjusted and
the weight of Remy snuggled against his chest was
worth a little lost sleep.  A lot of lost sleep.

Logan watched the sun creep into his room, Remy's hair
caught the light like a net, copper highlights, warm
brown shadows and the perfect angle of a
shoulder-blade.  The boy was cuddled in his arms, his
ass pressed to Logan's piss hard cock, back to his
chest, sound asleep.  Perfect.  Beautiful.  His.
Logan nuzzled the soft hair, inhaling his scent.  It
was already something he knew, would know anywhere.
On the road, he'd dreamt of this scent.

He propped himself up to look at the boy's sleeping
face and Remy snorted and wiggled until he was pressed
tight against him again.  Logan smiled.  Sometimes it
felt like the boy would climb inside him, if he could.
He ran a finger tip across the knife sharp cheekbone,
copper-brown lashes fluttered.  He stroked a soft
lower lip, lightly coaxing the boy's mouth open a
little then slipped his finger in the wet mouth.  Remy
began to suckle, still asleep.

"Good boy.  That's right.  Suck - suck."  Logan
whispered, finger fucking Remy's mouth in shallow,
gentle thrusts.  He wanted to see if his pet would
respond even asleep.  And he was, sleepily sucking on
his fingers and Logan didn't want him to wake up - he
was so beautiful like this.  But of course, Remy was
because Logan was so hot it felt like he was just
going to explode against his pet's back.  The boy
stirred, awakened by the rush of feeling, and coughed
around Logan's finger.  Those stunning eyes were
always a miracle.

"Lo - boss?"  Remy blinked, Logan kissed his lips
gently.

"Mornin' pet."

Remy eyed the silvery pre-dawn light, suspiciously.
"If you say so, boss."

He wiggled with purpose now the he was awake and Logan
hissed, rolling onto his back.  His cock throbbed
ferociously.  Remy turned over to snuggle against his
side, tucking his head under Logan's chin.  The little
bell chimed and Remy held up his hand to study the
kitty collar around his wrist.

"Don need t'keep dis if you don like it, boss."  He
said a little wistfully.  "Was jus something Remy saw.
 Reminded Remy of  his boss an de good t'ings we got."

Logan rubbed a thumb over the red leather and felt
Remy's pulse kick.  The little rhinestones glittered
in the light and the enameled bell rang cheerfully.
"Hm.  Seems like the right kinda collar fer my pet.
Y'be wearing a trainin' collar most of the time fer a
while but this marks ya as mine.  Ya be good and y'can
earn y'tags."

"Tags, boss?"  Remy asked, devilish eyes wide with
eager curiosity.  And more than a little
avariciousness.  Greedly little brat.

"Yeah."  Logan kissed the collar, then bit the wrist
beneath and sucked to pull up a bruise. The taste of
his skin and the bit of blood he drew made Logan's
heart thump and his mouth water.  "Tags, showin' who
ya belong to.  My name an' number so's if you get lost
I can come collect ya.  An - "

Logan glowered and Remy ducked his head, squirming
against him.  The Canadian could feel the press of his
boy's cock against his thigh.  The boy was as hard as
he was.  "- if ya get lost ya gonna get punished.  But
ya gotta earn ya tags.  Ya gotta be good - better than
good - ya gotta be my sweet pet and y'gotta learn yer
place.  Prove t'me that y'want ta be tagged."

"Oui - oui, boss."  Remy purred, nuzzling Logan's
face.  "Remy want dat.  Remy yours.  Want your tags.
Won't get lost, Remy promise.  Do anyt'ing you want,
boss."

"We'll see."  Logan growled, eyes half closed,
reveling in the soft kisses along his throat and the
gentle nip of his boy's teeth.  He'd missed this.
Missed his boy.  He pulled Remy on top of him, the boy
settled with a murmur of pleasure, one knee drawn up
and his cock nestled in the hollow of Logan's hip.
Logan ran his hands down Remy's back, fingertips
sliding in the hollow of his spine.  He squeezed the
boy's ass and Remy gasped, squirming.  Logan kneaded
him with hard fingers, grinning.

"Still sore, pet?"

"Oh- boss, oui.  Oui - ah."  Remy panted.  He arched
with a little gasp when Logan slid a finger between
his cheeks to tease his anus. His hips jerked and
Logan felt a trickle of pre-cum against his hip.

"Good."  Logan growled, ridiculously pleased with the
day, the boy squirming deliciously on him and his life
in general.  "Pretty boy. Y'were sucking on me real
good in yer sleep.  Maybe I'll train ya to it, so I
can use ya anytime.  Wake ya up every morning with my
cock in yer mouth.  Want that pet?  My cock the first
thing ya know - and the last thing ya know at night?"

"Boss - boss."  Remy moaned, sucking on Logan's pulse,
rocking up into the Canadian's hard grip on his sore
ass and the warm skin slick now with his pre-cum.
"Oui - oh, s'v plait.  Oui - want dat.  Suck you
anytime.  Anywhere - your pet want you so bad.  Please
- want suck you.  T-taste -"

Logan growled, half drunk on the scent of Remy's body
and nudged the boy's head up.  His pet tipped his head
back, hair tumbling around his face.  Logan snapped at
it, catching some in his teeth, tugging with an
aggressive rumble low in his throat.  Shifted to lick
the long, vulnerable throat stretched above him.  Bit
hard, drawing blood and forced his finger dry into the
boy's tight hole.  Remy flinched then moaned high in
his throat, hands tightening on Logan's shoulders.  He
cried out in pain and pleasure and his hips hitched as
he came uncontrollably onto Logan's belly and side.

"Ah - s'v plait.  Sorry - boss."  Remy gasped,
subsiding with a shudder and resting his face against
Logan's.  "Not mean - boss.  Not mean dat.  Just - so
good wid you here.  You're pet miss you so much."

Logan was panting hard, nearly set off by the shiver
of Remy's pleasure and the slide of cum down his side.
 The boy was a joy and he was tempted to let is
disobedience slide this once but he knew Remy wouldn't
thank him for it.  Even when the boy whined and
complained and wept at Logan's harsh treatment, it was
what he needed.

"I tell ya y'could come, brat?"

"N-non."  Remy whispered, dipping his head and
lowering his eyes submissively. "J'd sole, boss.  Remy
sorry."

"Sorry don't cut it."  Logan growled and pushed Remy
off.  The boy clung, eyes wide, still flushed and
panting from his forbidden climax.  Logan couldn't
resist.  He kissed that wet mouth and the boy
responded with a moan of pleasure and need.

Logan shoved the blanket off and shifted to sit with
his back against the headboard.  "Clean up the mess ya
made, pet."

The boy bent eagerly to his task, damp tongue trailing
down Logan's chest.  Logan closed his eyes, letting
his head thump back against the wall as a wet mouth
sucked on his nipples.  Felt good.  Warmth and suction
and the tightening ache of anticipation in is balls.
He curled his hand in the silky tumble of brown hair
as Remy's hungry mouth moved lower.  The boy licked up
the cum puddled in the crook of Logan's hip and when
the Canadian shifted, moving Remy's mouth firmly to
his rigid cock, the boy obediently continued to lick
and suck.

Logan growled low in his throat, watching the slow bob
of his pet's head between his sprawled legs.  His cock
throbbed as the boy's tongue stroked and teased him.
Logan grunted and tightened his grip in Remy's hair,
moving him faster on his cock.  Remy braced himself
and relaxed, allowing Logan to move him as he wished.
Wet and hot and the soft thrust of Remy's tongue along
the underside of his cock was just perfect and Logan
shot into that greedy mouth with a loud groan.  He
jerked, rocking up as Remy's throat and mouth flexed
around him as the boy swallowed.

Remy slithered up to kiss him and Logan sighed lazily
into the boy's mouth, tasting himself.  "Good pet."

He nudged Remy off and pulled the top sheet and
blanket off.  Remy knelt on the bed, head bent,
waiting.  Logan smiled, pleased, and dug out some rope
and cuffs.  He cuffed Remy spread eagled on the bed,
making sure he was nice and taunt.  Remy watched him
through wide eyes and whimpered when he gagged him
with silk.  The Canadian grinned and ruffled his hair
then went to brush his teeth.  Anticipating what he
was going to do next was getting him so hard so fast
Logan barely had time to pee.

He came out when he was done with his morning wash-up
and stood over the bed, keeping his face stern and
studying his boy.  Remy was half hard already, he eyed
Logan's stiff cock and his own thickened rapidly.  The
black silk was damp, dark like the cuffs around his
ankles and wrists.  Remy whined a little and moved,
watching Logan watch him.  He was so beautiful, naked
and vulnerable, watching Logan with hungry eyes.
Logan buckled on the cock ring and ball stretcher
despised Remy's whined protests.  He played with the
boy's cock until Remy was moaning and thrusting into
the air.

When Logan checked the cuffs, he found that Remy had
already managed to unlock one.  He gripped the boy's
chin and forced him to meet his eyes.  Remy's were
bright with a mixture of fear and lust and joyful
defiance. The boy needed to be shown his place.  Logan
sighed irritably, relocked the cuff and pulled his
chest from under the bed.  His plans would have to
wait.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to the boy,
Logan dug down to the bottom and slid the stretcher
bar out.  He also found a couple of balls, he left the
bar for a moment and tied the balls to Remy's palms.
"That'll take care o'yer clever fingers, brat."

Remy whined and, when Logan showed him the stretcher
bar, he thrashed and struggled.  Logan ignored that
and clipped the bar in place between his legs.  He ran
an admiring hand up the straining thighs, the boy's
cock was rock hard and twitching, the leather strap
around it probably the only thing keeping him from
shooting all over himself.  Logan stroked the hot cock
and grinned wickedly as Remy writhed, hips thrusting.
He untied Remy's ankles from the bed and ran a bit of
rope through the hook at the middle of the stretcher.

When he lifted the boy's legs and matter of factly
tied the rope to the headboard, Remy wailed thrashing.
 Despite his struggles, Logan folded the thief up so
his ass was lifted from the bed and clearly presented.
 He checked to make sure there wasn't too much strain
or pressure on his pet's shoulders and that the wrist
cuffs were still pinning Remy securely.  Remy
whimpered pleadingly and tried to wiggle the whole
time, Logan ignored him.

The lifted ass was tempting, both as a target and as
an invitation.  A few ghost pale bruises marked the
pet's skin, from last night's spanking.  Logan traced
them idly, smirking as Remy squealed. Spread as he
was, the boy's hole was visible - offered up for use.
The leather straps around his balls gleamed in the low
light and the sliver bar shone.

"Y'being bad already, pet."  Logan said.  "I see I'm
gonna have ta work ya hard."

He lubed the boy's offered hole, smiling as Remy
squeaked and moaned and jiggled -  to desperate for a
fuck to be graceful.

"Only good boy's get fucked."  Logan smirked.  He
spread the cheeks and pushed the plug in, his own cock
twitching in frustration as he watched the small
pucker open wide and the black rubber disappear inside
his boy.  When it was settled and Remy stopped trying
to thrash free, Logan leaned back on the footboard and
jerked off.  He watched, fascinated, as the boy's
awkward struggles echoed his increasing pleasure.
Remy's incoherent pleas rose in volume and urgency as
Logan panted and arched and - finally - came.  When
Logan moved to check his pets bonds one last time,
Remy moaned pitifully, his red eyes were dilated wide
and tears of desperation streaked his temples.  Logan
grinned evilly.  The boy's empathy gave him a whole
other way to torment him.

"Be good, boy."  Logan patted his offered ass.  "I'm
going ta get some breakfast.  Be back in awhile."

Remy wailed.

*******************

His boss left him like this.  Remy whimpered and
cursed his clever fingers, he'd had that cuff unlocked
before he'd even thought about it.  He hadn't meant to
be bad.  He squirmed again and stared at the silver
bar above his head.  He flushed.  This was the most
embarrassing position he'd been in.  Arms stretched
out, ass lifted high, legs splayed wide.  His ass
would be the first thing anyone saw - when they came
in and the thief's heard pounded, terrified that
someone besides Logan would come back in.  His cock
twitched and Remy groaned as a drop of fluid joined
the drying mess of cum on his belly.

He could smell himself, heavy with sex and if he
lifted his head, he could see himself.  His cock hard
and red and desperate.  The plug in his ass ached,
stretched him wide and was driving him crazy.  The
bruises on his ass tingled, his balls hurt.  His
confined cock - the ache was a pleasure that was
painful.  He wanted Logan so bad.  So bad.  He wanted
to be fucked and used and - Remy moaned, twisting
uncontrollably.  Needed to be touched so much and
Logan had left him like this.  Unable to touch
anything.  His fingers clamped convulsively on the
foam balls tied to his palms.  It had already been
forever and he knew it had only been a few moments.
Remy blinked, fresh tears trickling down his temples.

The sound of Logan's footsteps in the hall stirred
Remy  from an oddly relaxed daze.  He'd submitted to
the bondage - he hadn't any choice and finally he
gotten to tired to struggle.  As his tense muscles
relaxed, Remy had discovered that he wasn't really
that uncomfortable.  His eyes had slid closed and he'd
napped.  When he heard Logan, the thief woke
instantly.  The man was whistling cheerfully and Remy
grumbled to himself.  The man had had a nice breakfast
while Remy had been trussed up like a side of beef.
His cock spasmed as the door opened, reminding him
just how much he wanted this.

He couldn't help himself, Remy whined pleadingly for
Logan's attention as desperate as a dog for his boss'
approval.

"Feelin' better pet?"  Logan stood over him, grinning.
 The sight of him, the dark eyes pleased with him made
the thief wiggle and beg behind his gag.  He nodded
frantically.  He was good. Dieu, he was good.  He
tensed his thighs, shamelessly lifting his ass higher,
offering himself.  Begging to be fucked.

Logan's eyes flickered, Remy watched him breathe deep,
scenting his desperation.   He stared pleadingly up at
the other man - anything - anything his boss wanted.
Remy felt the muscles in his ass and thighs spasm and
flushed as Logan's gaze shifted, watching him.

"Y'real pretty this way, pet."  Logan said, pulling
off his clothes and tossing them aside.  "That sweet
ass of yours is just begging for a fucking."

Remy nodded again, panting noisily through the gag.
He moaned when Logan knelt on the bed and ran his
hands along the thief's sides.  His lashes fluttered,
rocking with pleasure at the man's touch.  He loved
Logan's hands.  A hot tongue ran up his thigh then
Logan fastened his mouth on the thin skin behind
Remy's knee.  The thief wailed and tried to struggle,
move, respond - anything - as Logan bit him there,
sucking on the sensitive skin.  He couldn't stand it.
Couldn't escape it as Logan sucked and bit and licked
his way along Remy's legs and thighs.  The thief
moaned in gratitude at the marks his boss was putting
on him.

The man's hands found Remy's nipples and pinched hard.
 Remy wailed and cried out again as he felt teeth sink
into the sore, bruised flesh of his ass.  Logan bit
him until blood flowed, snarling.  Remy thrashed in
his bonds, chewing on the gag, crying in pleasure as
Logan pulled on his nipples and bit his ass.  The
flick of the man's tongue at his asshole made Remy
buck and shriek.  His muscles spasmed, clenching hard
around the plug.  That tongue went at him, teasing the
sensitive, stretched flesh of his anus while Remy
wailed, drowning in conflicting sensations.  All he
could feel was Logan and his hunger.  The hard pinch
on his nipples made his cock jerk and pulse in
agonizing pleasure.  The man's greedy mouth was pure
torture.

"God -"  Logan pulled back, breathing hard.  Remy
whimpered with desperate eagerness as the plug was
pulled from his ass, then Logan was against him, his
cock pushing in.  In.  So good and so hard and the
plug had opened him up so Logan could just slide in
and fill him.  Remy arched and moaned low in his
throat, nostrils flared as he gasped for breath.  He
was getting fucked.  Fucked with his legs in the air
and his ass lifted, nothing but Logan's boy, his pet,
his toy.  Just - Logan's.

Logan was rocking into him slowly.  In deep then a
long slow pull out - and in, filling him up.  Again.
Again.  Remy dragged his eyes open to see the other
man above him, face tense with concentration, Remy's
blood on his lips.  Sweat beaded his hairline and the
dark hair on his chest.  The thief could see how hard
Logan's nipples were and wished he could put his mouth
on them.  The powerful ripple of muscles in the man's
stomach echoed the strong thrust of his cock.  His big
hands were clamped hard on Remy's thighs, holding him
in position.  So good.  So beautiful, his boss.

Every thrust stroked his prostate and surged through
his cock and - he couldn't come.  As Logan began to
move faster, panting, Remy began to shake and sob.  He
could feel Logan's approaching orgasm like approaching
lightning.  His cock was so hard it hurt, purple and
dribbling across his belly and chest.  The cock strap
felt like a clamp, trapping Remy's release as Logan's
cock drove unbearably into him.  So much feeling,
blazing through him and building - building - .  He
couldn't stand another  minute, another thrust.  The
thief screamed as Logan's fingers unsnapped the ring
and he exploded, white heat blinding him, Logan's cock
ramming into him as he came. The pleasure went on and
on, Remy writhing and wailing and feeling his own cum
spatter across his chest and face.

Only dimly aware of Logan moving him, Remy floated
blissfully.  He felt like he was made of pure light,
like he weighted nothing.  As Logan unsnapped his
wrist cuffs the little bell jingled and Remy smiled
drowsily.  It was his only anchor.  His boss' promise.
 Logan would never let him go.
 

END