Training, Day 2

His hands were cold. Remy squirmed, waking with a choked sound, as the
cuffs on his wrists tightened. Logan snorted beside him and woke, his
hand tightening on Remy's soft cock.

"I see ya ain't been a good boy." Logan muttered sleepily. Remy
whined and coughed behind the ball gag. His jaws were killing him. He
squirmed again, more insistently. The ball gag wasn't the only thing
troubling him. He had to piss. Logan climbed over Remy's prone body
and stretched, Remy whined again.

"I heard y'the first time, pet." Logan said through a jaw cracking
yawn. Bands of bright gold sunlight made their way through the drawn
blinds and Remy's eyes watered. He cursed the Canadian's early
morning habits. After breaking up an international art theft and
getting royally fucked, all he wanted to do was sleep. And go to the
bathroom. Brush his teeth. He wiggled and muttered irritably behind
the gag. Logan grinned down at him. His teeth were sharp and white in
the morning light. Remy glared up at him, very aware of his tangled
hair, the dried mess on his belly. The bruises Logan had put on him
yesterday. Logan gloated down at him like Remy was one big piece of
candy.

Logan freed his hands and Remy swung up, bowing his head at Logan's
gesture. The gag was unbuckled and eased out of his mouth.

"Gah! Ow." Remy winced and coughed. Logan kneaded his jaw muscles
gently. Remy sighed and closed his eyes, letting his chin rest in
Logan's big warm palm as the other man stroked the pain away.

"Go wash up." Logan instructed gently. "Come back and wait, here, and
on your knees. You got a few lessons comin' up today."

Chewing nervously on his lip, Remy pulled on a pair of sweat pants and
a T-shirt, grabbed his toiletries and hurried down the hallway to the
tiny washroom marked 'sub'. He passed another boy, walking slowly and
whimpering under his breath. He moved like someone who'd gotten a hard
- and recent - paddling. Remy smiled at the sight and the sub grinned
back, face still flushed with tears from whatever discipline his master
had recently indulged in. The grayish eyes were unfocused, the pupils
small with a classic endorphin rush. The sub was still flying. Remy
was mildly surprised that his master had let him out like that.

Remy waited his turn for the washroom, watching the scenery flick by
through the train window. Yawned and his jaw popped. He wondered,
with uneasy anticipation, what kind of punishment Logan was going to
dish out for Remy's forbidden climax. He brushed his teeth, working
his jaw, washed up. Stared into his alien eyes. There was a bruise
still blue on his cheek and a scattering of scrapes and bite marks
along his chest and throat. Remy stroked the teeth marks just under
his jaw, hand dropping down to finger the soft leather collar. Logan
had chosen it, rather than the more common stiff black leather. The
feel wasn't unfamiliar but it had been quite awhile. He grinned at his
reflection and ruffled his hair to give him that pretty slut look. And
hide his eyes, a habit that had been ingrained in him from years on the
streets.

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

Logan cleaned up the toys they'd used last night then folded up the
bed. He pulled out his kit and eyed the small selection he'd packed
for the trip. Hadn't particularly expected to be using them, just
packed them in case their rooms were tossed. Still, for the few days
he had with Remy, it would do. Wondered if the boy was a masochist as
well as a submissive. Logan ran his tongue along his teeth feeling
that sharp stab of lust at the though of dishing out a little pain with
his discipline. Would do the boy good. Do him more good.

Logan sighed, fished out his toilet kit and headed down to the masters'
washroom to wait his turn at the water and the john. Scrubbed down
with a washcloth and soap, swaying as the train jostled it's way around
a long turn. When he came back to the cabin, Remy was kneeling on the
floor, eyes down and waiting. Logan closed the door and leaned on it,
staring at the kid. It was sweet to see him like that; tumbled hair
with the sun picking out red and gold highlights, long lashes lying on
high boned cheeks as the boy stared at his boots. The sound of his
heartbeat picking up as Logan stared down at him.

"Strip, pet."

"Yes, boss." Remy hurried to obey and Logan frowned at the cheeky
reply.

"Y'bein' chatty, pet."

Remy blinked up at him, settling back on his heels. He folded his
hands behind his neck and dropped his eyes. Logan stood and looked
down at him until a blush crept down the thief's face and his cock
began to stir.

Logan nudged his knees farther apart and bit down on a smile as Remy's
breath caught at the feel of leather on his bare skin. "Spread 'em
good. That's my pet."

Logan moved around Remy, laying out the clothes he'd picked for the
kid, and a few other things on the bench where Remy couldn't see. He
smacked the back of Remy's head when he tried to glance over his
shoulder. God, the kid had lousy training. Someone needed to take him
in hand.

"Put these on."

Remy obeyed silently this time. He pulled on a soft, ivory cashmere
sweater and washed out blue jeans, tied his shoes and waited, watching
Logan. He saw the cuffs and grimaced but put his hands behind his back
obediently and let Logan snap them on.

"Open." Logan held up the ball gag.

"B'reakfast, boss?" Remy protested. Blinked as Logan slapped him
firmly.

"Figured y'd learn quicker than this." Logan grumbled. He fitted the
gag then leaned into kiss his pet, running his tongue along parted lips
and hard rubber. He nibbled Remy's lower lip until it was wet and
swollen and the thief was breathing hard through his nose. Remy swayed
in towards Logan, hungry for more contact.

Logan unzipped Remy's jeans and the boy moaned, eyebrows quirking
questioningly. Logan pulled the pants open and let them slide to
Remy's knees, then reached down to tug on Remy's balls. The thief
whimpered. Then he tossed his head and made protesting noises as Logan
worked a leather harness onto his balls, a thick strap around the
scrotum then a thin one running between the testicles, separating them.
He tightened it carefully until Remy's balls were like two ripe plums
and his cock rose stiffly above them. Last, he slipped an adjustable
cock ring around the root of his cock. He pulled his boy's pants back
up, adjusting his erection to make sure it was visible to anyone who
cared to look.

"Don't want any accidents like last night, pet." Logan said smugly.
He patted Remy's crotch and the boy groaned. "Y'won't be commin' till
I let you out a' that."

Clipped the leash to Remy's collar and the thief jerked back, shaking
his head. Logan reeled him in close and kissed him again. Rubbed a
hand on Remy's trapped cock and smiled at the whimper. "Y'can handle
this, pet. I'll be right with ya. Okay?"

Remy blinked at him, red pupils wide with desire, then nodded
hesitantly. Logan stroked his cheek and kissed him - soothingly this
time. Tugged him out of their cabin and headed to breakfast. He was
hungry.

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

Remy didn't like the leash. Not on a train, not with his hands bound
and - not - in public. The sway and jitter of the train was a
constant reminder of how helpless he was and Remy curled his fingertips
over the heavy chrome padlock on the cuffs and reminded himself that he
could open it in a second or two.

Logan had looped the leash onto his belt and was walking down the
hallway whistling cheerfully. Remy flushed, feeling rather like a dog
at heel. Logan's pet. His cock gave an eager surge and Remy squeezed
his eyes closed with a groan. The leash snapped taunt and he stumbled,
only Logan's hands saving him from a tumble. Logan set him upright
with a pat on his ass and not much more attention. Logan led him to
the dining car where Remy fixed his eyes on Logan's back and tried not
to squirm. He knew no one was paying particular attention to him.
There were a half-dozen other sub's on leashes here. No one was
looking at his aching, helpless - oh, so hard - cock.

He settled down between Logan's knees then wiggled frantically at the
change in pressure on his confined cock. Logan's knees closed hard on
his shoulders until Remy subsided, head drooping. He sank back on his
heels and breathed carefully, trying to relax. He knew that struggling
was only going to make it worse, make him harder. Make him more aware
of the snug grip at the root of his cock and the tension in his balls.
He was already wondering how long it would be before Logan freed him
from it. Remy rubbed his cheek on Logan's leg, unaware of the small,
submissive whimper that accompanied his gesture. Logan began to stroke
his hair, ruffling his bangs and Remy closed his eyes. The sun was too
bright anyway.

The waitress, a sub wearing a yellow velvet collar and a thong with
matching yellow fringe, took Logan's order. Remy watched her bare feet
walk away, knowing that Logan was watching her naked ass, and wondered
if the Canadian would put him on the chores list - and if he wanted to
be one of the nameless velvet collared subs who took turns serving the
meals, running errands and cleaning cabins. Logan's order came back
and Remy's stomach growled at the smell of fresh coffee and bacon. He
settled his head back on Logan's thigh and sighed. He'd get breakfast
when Logan was good and ready.

Lucinda joined Logan shortly and Remy listened to their conversation
with half an ear. Watched the flow of the crowd as the dining car got
busy and sighed contentedly, secure in the knowledge that there was
nothing he needed to do except obey. He felt very safe between Logan's
knees like this and the fingers combing through Remy's hair was
relaxing. Remy found himself soothed into a doze despite the noise and
his usual unease in public places.

Logan tugged on his hair to wake him, then took off the gag. Remy
glanced up at him then ate the offered grape. Logan fed him bits of
fruit and sausage - hot and spicy. He even lowered his coffee cup down
and let Remy take a few careful sips. Remy grimaced, he liked his
coffee black, with chicory if he could get it, but Logan loaded it up
with sugar and cream. Still - any coffee was good coffee and Remy
drank all that he was allowed.

Lucinda laughed, a little wistfully. "He's lovely, Logan."

"Yep." Logan sounded very - smug. Remy, licking bacon grease off the
Canadian's fingers, rolled his eyes but didn't do anything else. Logan
rubbed a thumb over Remy's fingers as Lucinda talked excitedly about
Seattle's Pike Market, then slid it into Remy's mouth. A blush
creeping down his face, Remy sucked obediently. This was far more
explicit than they had ever been in public before. Him sucking on
Logan's fingers like they were a cock in a crowded restaurant. He
shivered, twisting his hands in the cuffs and his trapped sex pulsed
with an urgency that made Remy blink back tears of frustration.

When Logan finished his breakfast, Remy scrambled eagerly to his feet
and followed the broad shoulders back to their cramped cabin. Logan
unclipped the leash but left Remy's hands bound.

"Y'okay there, pet?"

"Yes, boss."

Logan kissed him and Remy moaned, leaning against a warm chest then
rubbed himself like a cat against Logan. Tasted coffee and bacon in
Logan's mouth and he sighed as Logan wound a hand in his hair and
kissed him hard. Sharp teeth nipped at his lips. Remy tasted blood in
a pang of pleasurable pain as Logan bit him. The Canadian pushed and
Remy sank gracefully to his knees.

"Y'still hungry?"

Eyes wide, Remy nodded. Licked his lips and watched Logan's eyes
dilate with lust. He dropped his voice, using his charm to feed the
desire he could sense. "Yes, boss."

Breathing hard, Remy watched Logan unzip and pull his cock out. He
leaned forward but Logan grunted warningly and Remy sank back down,
chewing on his lip, as Logan began to stroke himself. Remy whimpered
low in his throat as his own cock throbbed in time to the movement of
Logan's hand on his heavy, half hard sex.

"Open up, pet." Logan said roughly, when he was hard. Remy,
surrendering to Logan's dominance, opened his mouth and let Logan push
his cock deep. Eyes half closed, Remy swallowed, letting Logan slide
all the way in. Big hands closed on his head and, reassured by Logan's
firm control, Remy relaxed completely.

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

Staring down at Remy, Logan began to fuck the boy's sweet mouth. His
hips jerked and he hissed through his teeth as he fought the urge to
spill immediately. The boy sucked cock like an angel.

Remy looked almost hypnotized down there, swaying back and forth
slightly to the rattle of the train, a thin thread of saliva trailing
from the corner of his mouth. Then Logan forgot anything of what he
_looked_ like at the deep pull when the kid swallowed reflexively
around his cock. He thrust deep, groaned - smooth and wet and hot and
Remy's muffled, hungry little whimpers. Tongue rubbing him right where
he needed it, right at the place where his balls met his cock. The
head buried so deep he'd never forget the feel of it.

"Ahh - pet. Yeah. Y'so good, pet. So good. That's it - suck it.
Suck it." Didn't know what he was saying, head dipping to watch his
flushed cock slid in and out, in and out. Remy's wide open mouth was
wrapped tight around him and the tight rush at the base of his spine
had Logan pumping fast now, balls slapping the boy's wet chin. Logan's
hands clenched tight in the thief's silken hair, he was loosing it in a
blind shuddering rush. Groaning, Logan came as Remy swallowed him down.

Slumping back against the wall of the cabin, Logan cradled the back of
Remy's head, stroking his hair gently. The thief was panting, cheek
resting against Logan's twitching cock. Logan glanced down at him,
smirking at the desperation in the thief's red eyes. Remy squirmed on
his knees, still graceful, arching his hips. There was a small damp
spot on the front of his bleached jeans where he'd leaked in
frustration.

"Y'my good boy." Logan rumbled, wiping a bit of cum off the boy's
chin. "Sufferin' down there, pet?"

"S'v pliat." Remy panted. "Yes, boss."

"Y'wanna come?"

Remy shuddered, his hips jerked convulsively, and Logan chuckled.
"Please, please, boss. I wan come so bad - so bad. Please."

Logan knelt and kissed Remy roughly. Tasted himself with satisfaction.
"Y'gonna behave y'self?"

Remy nuzzled Logan's face, kissing him, whispering in his ear. Logan
grinned. Remy was pretty much promising him the sun, the moon and the
stars.

"Yeah, y'the best boy in the whole world." Chuckling he pushed Remy
back. "Lie back, over y'heels. I know y'flexible enough."

Remy obediently leaned back over his heels until the back of his head
was resting on the floor and his body was arched gracefully up, hips
lifted, erection pressed tight to the front of his jeans. Logan
unfastened his pants and Remy moaned, loudly. Logan clucked at the
sight of Remy's stiff cock, almost purple with frustration. So hard
there wasn't any flex left in it. His balls were like two rocks. He
brushed his fingers lightly over Remy's trapped balls and the boy
wailed. Logan steadied him with a hand on a sharp hipbone.

"Easy now, pet. S'okay." Logan soothed, he unbuckled the ball
stretcher. Remy screamed and writhed violently, sweat rising in beads
on his narrow, heaving belly. "Y'doin' real good."

"S'v plait! S'v plait - please - gag me." Remy cried, rolling his
head on the floor. "Can't - can't be quiet. Boss - please!"

Logan rumbled deep in his chest, satisfied. He blew on the rigid
erection, having to hold the boy down as he cried out in pleasurable
agony. Despite the cock ring controlling the boy's pleasure, he was
still managing to leak, the clear drops oozing from the swollen head
made Logan's mouth water.

"That's right, pet." Logan murmured. "Y'can't control y'self. Can't
hold back. Y'need it so bad, don't ya? So bad. I wanna hear
y'screaming f'me. C'ause y'mine now, boy. Y'mine."

Quickly, Logan bent down and swallowed Remy's flushed cock. He snapped
the cock ring off at the same time. Remy shrieked and convulsed. Cum
pulsed violently into Logan's throat as his pet climaxed
uncontrollably. He swallowed, making Remy scream again at the
sensation on his over stimulated cock. Then the boy went limp.

Licking his lips and grinning, Logan eased up to check Remy out. His
eyes were half closed, the red pupils swallowed up by black - the kid
was flying high. Logan settled him, removing the cuffs and putting him
in a more comfortable position - Remy wouldn't know right now if
something was hurting - and tucked a blanket around him. He stroked
the sweaty hair then ran a soothing hand down the trembling body.

"Y'fine kid. Fine." He whispered reassuringly. "M'beautiful pet."

Logan left Remy curled on the floor to come down at his own pace and
picked up a book, propping is feet on the opposite bench. Didn't read,
instead he watched the sun pour over the slender body like honey.

TBC