Bondage (11 page)

"Can't move against it," he said in a low voice. "Can't fight it. Give me all your control, Noah. Trust me to keep you safe. Feel me touching you. You can't thrust, can't beg; you have no leverage. You have no choice but to let the sling hold you, let me love you. Let it happen, pet."

Noah's prick grew stiffer in Tobias' fingers but Noah didn't move. Tobias continued to stroke and fondle him and Noah stayed still. He moaned, and his breathing grew slightly shallower, but he remained relaxed and made no effort to give or take.

Tobias played with Noah's cock until he was hard -- until they both were -- and then let him go, the sling gliding back and forth. "That's it," he praised. He reached into the cart again, one hand on Noah's hip to get the sling moving at the correct angle; he wanted Noah's body moving toward him as he stood between Noah's legs.

Tobias let himself fall silent for a moment, his hand on Noah's hip their only link. Before Noah could rouse himself enough to react, he moved again, back into place and with one hand around Noah's cock. The motion of the sling controlled the stroke as Noah moved in and out of his grasp.

In his other hand he carefully slicked a narrow silicone dildo.

Noah started panting evenly, in time with the swing and with Tobias' stroking. Mixed with his panting were warm moans, not pleading or needy, but a pure vocal reaction to the physical sensation. Noah's skin started to flush and his stiff cock strained proudly away from his hips.

Tobias hummed at him, growled a little; there really weren't words that would reach Noah in this state, other than the occasional reassurance and possessive "mine," which he made sure to use. He rubbed at the skin between Noah's balls and his ass, gently at first, but moving quickly to dip a finger inside every now and again.

The sounds Noah was making grew a bit more intense at the intrusion, but Tobias was fairly certain he had him where he wanted him -- deep enough not to slip, deep enough to be trusting implicitly, and deep enough to need to be brought back when it was time.

He moved his finger in a little farther, letting the sling take care of the force, not going any deeper than Noah's weight moved things. Tobias' hand was slick with lotion, Noah so relaxed that the finger sunk in with every swing, deeper each time. When the sling slowed, Tobias gave it a gentle push and added a second finger, touching Noah nowhere but there, inside him.

Noah grunted at the second finger, and his cock made a little bow to one side before straining outward once again. He grunted a second time and a third until he was accustomed to the extra girth. He was still panting, though somewhat less rhythmically and harder.

"That's it," Tobias soothed. "Let me in." He pushed the sling again, this time crooking his fingers and rubbing at Noah's gland, making Noah moan even louder. He smiled, playing Noah like he was a finely tuned instrument, searching for the sounds and reactions that he knew Noah was capable of. A moan, a sigh, a long groan... and all the while, Noah remained pliable and open to him.

He withdrew his fingers, letting them slip free as the sling took Noah from him, and on the return glide he nudged the dildo into Noah in place of his hand.

The sound Noah made was pure sex. It was a low, pleasured groan that started in his gut and vibrated outward, echoing in his chest, and in Tobias' ears. Everything about Noah was pliable and slack except his cock, which was starting to leak musky fluid over the tip and slowly down the shaft. Even if Noah's eyes had been open he wouldn't be seeing anything now, hearing anything; he wouldn't have anything to say but to deliver that lush groan.

Tobias licked his lips, watching the dildo slide deeper, watching the angle of it until Noah's body moved away and it slipped out. He held his hand steady, let the sling do the fucking for him. It was a curiously detached way of pleasuring Noah, but at the same time, Tobias had a certain amount of fear that his pride in Noah's submission would bring him to his own climax.

Over and over again the sling brought Noah to him, then pulled him away. Each time, Tobias let Noah's body take the toy. When Noah's moans were constant, when the fluid leaking from Noah's cock had begun to pool, he added a twist of his wrist, bringing Noah even closer to coming. The sound would have been a harsh cry if Noah had been able, and Tobias felt himself break, felt his will let go.

"You can come," he whispered, dipping his head to lap at the swollen crown of Noah's erection.

As with everything else in the session, Noah did precisely as he was told, and one more twist of Tobias' wrist sent him over. He'd remained remarkably relaxed right through to that moment, then Noah's body shivered involuntarily as he slicked his hips and stomach with his own spunk. The tension behind his release had been emotional, and as Noah's body let go, he sobbed softly with it, cleansing tears finding their way out from under his blindfold.

Tobias smiled, though he gritted his teeth to keep his own control. He eased the toy out of Noah's body, one hand smoothing lotion and come into Noah's skin. "Good boy," he praised. "Such a good boy for me." He moved carefully, his tone soft and affectionate as he undid the blindfold. "Keep your eyes closed for a moment, sweetheart, let yourself relax. Just breathe and float."

He wiped his hands on his trousers, making a mental note to bring towels even when sex wasn't planned, and removed Noah's gag. "This is going to be uncomfortable, pet. Just work your jaw and try to relax. I'll get you water in a moment or two."

It took a moment for Noah to respond. He started to move his jaw, letting the muscles come back to life. He licked his lips and took a couple of deep breaths, making no effort to open his eyes yet.

"Well done, pet," Tobias said, fully aware of the pride in his voice. "Very well done. Relax for a while; just let the sling hold you. Walking right now would be a very bad idea."

"Yes... sir," Noah tried to say, but his voice was dry and hoarse. He swallowed again and cleared his throat. He blinked his eyes a few times and squinted against the bright whiteness of the room before wincing and shutting them again.

"It'll get better," Tobias said softly. "Your eyes will adjust. But really -- take your time. Come back slowly." He opened a bottle of water from the stash on the cart and brought it to Noah with a straw. "Here, drink. Just a little."

Noah took a sip and swallowed it down, sighing gratefully. "Better," he said softly. "Thank you, sir."

"You can have more in a moment. How do you feel?"

"Light, warm."

Tobias grinned. "Floaty?"

Noah nodded. "Yes, sir. Floaty." He smiled a little.

"Good." Tobias smiled again, or possibly still, and let Noah have more water. "So, sight can go, but not hearing. Interesting. Although possibly touch is a big one, too..." He shook his head and ran his hands through Noah's hair, feeling affectionate and playful. He felt like he could laugh for an hour or run a marathon.

Noah nodded. "I'm ready, I think, just... take it slowly, sir? My legs feel like they've gone to jelly."

Tobias nodded. "Easy as pie, sweetheart." He stood behind Noah and wrapped an arm around him, easing him down and into his arms. A few tugs of the quick releases at Noah's wrists and ankles, and Tobias was able to pick Noah up and carry him across the stables to the room full of pillows. "Better?" he asked, laying them both down.

Noah sighed and nodded. "Oh, yes, sir." Noah rubbed his hands together and touched his face, then slid his fingers down his own body. "Better."

"Sleep, if you like," Tobias invited. Tobias only wanted to hold him, watch him. Noah glowed.

Noah shifted just slightly, leaning closer into Tobias. "Thank you, sir," he said, his eyes already drifting closed.

"Thank you," Tobias countered. He held Noah closer to him and felt him melt, just as relaxed as he'd been in the sling -- more so. He smiled as Noah fell asleep, floating with his boy as high as they could go.

Noah had floated like that all afternoon and straight through bedtime Saturday night. He'd been quiet and affectionate, and just looked happy all evening. Phan remarked on it several times. Tobias had started to despair for his plans for Sunday, but Noah apparently woke up with his usual energy and had awakened Tobias just past dawn to put that energy to good use. Breakfast was cheerful, and Noah seemed very relaxed, validating for Tobias the reasons he put his boy through that kind of hard work.

Tobias could hear his boys giggling together as they cleaned up downstairs. It would only take a few minutes, he knew -- Phan had been very thorough in his work the day before. Just dishes and picking up a few stray items, which didn't give Tobias a lot of time to lay things out in the safe room.

He got clothes from the cabinet, improvising a little; having two subs was going to mean a serious shopping trip for costumes, he saw. Humming, he changed his own clothes, donning the severe robes of a school master over his own loose trousers and button-down shirt. Really, his own costuming seemed to take so much less time.

With another quick hum and a grin he moved to the door and leaned out to yell downstairs. "Boys. Safe room when you're done!"

"Yes, sir!" Phan called back. "We're on our way."

"Coming, sir!" Noah's voice joined in, and Tobias could hear the murmur of Phan saying something to him. "Phan! That's a cheap joke," Noah scolded and Tobias rolled his eyes. It was a cheap joke, not to mention predictable. But it meant Phan was in a good mood.

He waited for them in the center of the room, listening to them thump up the stairs. Regardless of their easy manner with each other, they both came in quietly, eyes lowered as they knelt on the floor in front of him.

"Good boys," he said with a smile. "And because of that -- Noah's wonderful job yesterday and the cleaning and chores Phan managed -- I've decided on a reward for you both."

Phan's back straightened, but he didn't say anything, his grin enough.

Noah was checking out Tobias' robe but was careful not to raise his eyes too high. "Thank you, sir," he said cheerfully, and after a glance at Phan, he straightened his back further as well.

Tobias tried to look stern, but he could feel his grin tug at the corners of his mouth. "Good boys get naughty rewards. We're off to the stables, as you can see." He turned on his heel and paced a few steps. "Your clothes are laid out -- Noah's on the right. They're not identical, but close enough, and I want to see two rather shamefaced school boys ready for me in... oh, two minutes."

"Yes, sir." Noah stood quickly and moved to the bed to look over the clothes. He grinned and started to change, bumping elbows with Phan on purpose as Phan did the same. "Oh, no, not one of these," he sighed, frowning and puzzling over the uniform tie. Finally, he handed it to Phan to tie for him.

Phan looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Two minutes, kiddo. Better learn fast." He tied his own tie with a flourish and wink.

"Phantom," Tobias said mildly.

"Yes, sir." Immediately, Phan looped Noah's tie around his own neck and tied it loosely. "Here you are," he said, passing it back and kissing Noah's nose. "I see lessons are in order for Tuesday."

"I could use a lesson. Not that Sir ever takes me out in a tie," Noah said with a wink. He tightened the tie neatly, folded his collar down around it, and turned to face Tobias as he did up the buttons on his vest. Then he slouched, stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked down at the floor.

Phan grinned and tucked in his shirt. He tugged the back out a little, and put on his vest, a look of utter boredom settling over his face as he stood next to Noah. "Sir."

Tobias looked them over, smiling. "Very nice. Well, shabby and petulant, but nice. Follow me, please."

He walked smartly to the door, hearing them shuffle along behind him. Down the stairs they trooped, pausing at the back door to put on their shoes, and then across to the stables. Tobias unlocked the door and held it open for them, saying, "I'll take care of the lights and supplies, you two scoot down to the stall and sit in the visitors' chairs."

Phan grabbed Noah's hand and dragged him down the row, going right to the stall with the big desk. It was a wonder they didn't trip in the dark. Shaking his head, Tobias turned on the lights and checked the heat, still up from his session with Noah. It only took a moment to retrieve water bottles; the other things he'd need were all in the desk.

After a moment of checking his headspace, he walked slowly down the hall and into the stall, his face stern. "Gentlemen," he said by way of greeting as he moved to stand at his side of the desk. "In trouble again?"

Noah didn't say anything. Instead he crossed his arms and sunk a little in his chair, looking for all the world like a teenager trying to become invisible. His eyes were focused on his own knees.

Tobias raised an eyebrow. "I see. And you?" he asked, turning to Phan.

Phan shrugged and tipped his head back, looking at the ceiling.

Tobias put the water bottles down on the floor and stood with his hands clasped behind his back. "I have been informed by Mr. Bradley that you were found in the library engaging in behavior he feels is grounds for expulsion. I had to send the man home to rest; he looked positively ill. What do you have to say?"

Noah kept his arms crossed, but glanced sidelong at Phan. "I told you not in the library," he hissed to Phan. "My father's gonna kill me when he finds out."

Phan sighed. "Yeah. Blame me. Whatever."

Tobias rolled his eyes and lifted a ruler from the top of the desk. He brought it down hard on the edge, the whistle of it being swung cutting off as the ruler broke. "Do I have your attention now, Mr. Dolan?"

Noah jumped. His eyes widened, and he scrambled a bit to sit up straighter. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Do I have to remind you who I am? Your father is the least of your worries at the moment." Tobias glared, looking from Noah to Phan, who'd sat up as well, his eyes wide. "Now. Please tell me precisely what you were doing in the library."

Noah swallowed hard and looked at Phan, who didn't appear to be in a hurry to answer the question himself. He bit his lip and looked back at the desk. "It was... nothing, sir." Noah's voice was slightly shaky. "Mr. Bradley was wrong. He didn't see what he thought he saw. Right, Phan?"

Phan bit his lip and looked down. "I guess," Phan said softly. "Will you really expel us, sir?" he asked Tobias.

With a shrug Tobias tossed the broken end of the ruler down on the desk. "I will if you two don't stop playing games and tell me what happened. And then, we'll see."

Phan sighed and looked over at Noah. "I can't get kicked out," he said simply. "Not over something like this."

Noah looked at Phan for a long moment, earnestly searching Phan's eyes for something. Finally, he sighed and nodded. He looked in Tobias' direction but didn't meet his eyes. Not even close. "We were... kissing, sir," he mumbled.

"Ah. Lewd behavior in a public space. How very refined of you both." He opened a drawer and pulled out a stack of files. "Do you have any idea how many boys are found in a similar position? And how infrequently I get told? No, Mr. Dolan. You were doing more."

Noah's eyes went wide and he looked over at Phan for help.

Phan shifted in his seat and Tobias bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. The boy was hard already.

"Well," Phan said carefully. "We were kissing. And there might have been a little... um. Well, sir, it was sort of... rushed. And we were trying not to be seen."

Tobias rolled his eyes. "Do I have to ask you to draw me a picture?" he said coldly.

"Not that good an artist," Phan said with a roll of his eyes.

"Fine." Tobias' voice was like ice. "Show me then."

Noah's head snapped around and he stared right at Tobias. "
Show
you?"

"If you won't tell me, how can I decide on an appropriate and suitable punishment?" Tobias asked calmly. "Now. Stand up and show me what was going on, what sent one of your teachers home for the day." He looked at Phan, who somehow managed to look both embarrassed and eager. Really, he should have gone into the theater.

Noah did his best to blush, but the boy was so shameless that he didn't pull it off very well. He stood slowly, and Tobias got his first look at the bulge in his trousers as well. The schoolboy took a few steps backward until his back was to the wall and looked at Phan.

Phan licked his lips and looked to Tobias, who merely nodded.

"Show me what was so worth risking being expelled," Tobias purred. His hands he kept behind his back, waiting as Phan unfolded himself from the chair and walked toward Noah.

"Like in the library," he heard Phan whisper, one hand resting on Noah's hip. He leaned in and nuzzled Noah's neck and added, "Let the man get his thrills. Doesn't matter."

"Matters to me," Noah answered just as softly, "but my father... I can't very well get expelled, either." He turned his head slowly and kissed Phan tentatively. His hand wrapped around Phan's lower back and pulled him closer, trapping Phan's erection against his thigh.

Tobias kept his face as void of reaction as he could, but Phan's throaty moan and Noah's usual skill at throwing himself into a scene made his groin tighten. He'd expected the feeling, hoped for it, but it was still an adjustment and a bit of work to keep it from showing.

"That's it," Phan murmured. "Come on, pretty boy. Kiss me like you want to." His tongue flicked out, licking at Noah's lips, and Tobias watched as his hips shimmied a bit, Phan rubbing himself on Noah's leg.

Noah pulled away a moment and sighed. When he leaned into Phan again, he kissed Phan much more in earnest, pushing his tongue into his mouth eagerly. He blindly fumbled and grabbed for the hand Phan had on his hip and pushed it into his groin, moaning with the touch.

Tobias nodded, stepping a little closer. "Sluts and whores," he said with condemnation in his voice. "I expected little else. Rutting like dogs, uncaring about anyone around you."

Phan lifted his head and sneered, rubbing and tugging at Noah's cock. "At least we touch instead of getting off by watching. Pervert."

"Deviant," Tobias corrected with a cold smile. "However. This is all?"

Phan ignored him, kissing Noah again and undoing the top button of Noah's pants.

Noah made a strangled sound and grabbed Phan's wrist, tugging his mouth away from Phan's. "That's all, sir," he said, slightly breathless. He pushed Phan back a step. "Can we go now?"

Tobias snorted. "Hardly. We have to decide on a suitable punishment. Mr. Bradley is correct, you know. Sending you home is entirely possible."

Phan laughed, the sound almost bitter. "But you'll reconsider, won't you?"

"Possibly," Tobias said with a smile, leaning on his desk. "Sway me. Or I can call your fathers now and tell them what fine, moral characters you have. Imagine... frottage in the library. Utterly without shame."

"This is bullshit." Noah mumbled and sighed heavily, turning to look Tobias in the eye. Tobias held his ground, the smile still on his lips. "Fine," Noah said tersely. "Why don't you tell us what you want? What will sway you?" Noah's grip on Phan became more protective.

Tobias stood up and took the few steps he needed to get close to them, crowding them both back into the wall. "Tell me," he said softly, his mouth by Noah's ear. "Why the library? Why didn't you do what any of the other boys would have done -- merely take young Phantom here by the hand and move to your rooms? Why would you play in the stacks, your cock out and his hand wrapped around you, your heart pounding and your blood ringing in your ears?" He licked his lips and watched as Phan's eyes fluttered and closed as he almost swayed into Noah. "You wanted to be seen, slut. So, if you want an audience -- that's what I'm offering."

Noah flushed and squinted, turning his head slightly away from Tobias. "It was his idea," Noah explained reluctantly, looking dismayed, "and I thought it sounded pretty hot."

"And now?" Tobias said with a slight smile. "Less fun. Though your cock is still stiff, boy, and you're caught between a rock and a hard place. Your father's a banker, is he not? It really wouldn't do to have it known what you like to do in the book stacks. His reputation will suffer momentarily -- yours for a lot longer."

He saw movement, caught Phan's hand creeping up Noah's thigh, but Phan was looking at the wall, the very picture of contrition.

Noah took a deep breath and looked at Phan. "So we'll give the man what he wants?" he asked, dragging Phan's hand higher. The button on his pants was already undone, so he lowered the zipper and let his cock fall freely from behind it. His other hand tugged Phan close again.

"Give me what
I
want," Phan said, wrapping his hand around Noah's cock and moving in to kiss Noah.

Tobias nodded and moved back, laughing softly. "See, that's not so bad, is it?" he asked, watching Phan play with Noah's cock. He crossed his arms across his chest and tilted his head. "Oh. Don't come -- I can't have you messing your uniforms."

Noah groaned pathetically at that but apparently decided that he wasn't going to be the only one left wanting. He let Phan rub on him for another moment and then worked his fingers between them to pop his button and loosen his fly. "What you want," he whispered to Phan.

"Uh-huh. Feel you. Hear you. Taste you," Phan said, his voice ragged. He pushed against Noah again and moaned, his hand stuttering in its rhythm.

It was the skip in his arm, the glide that turned into a jerk that showed Tobias how needy Phan was feeling; he did some quick math in his head and suddenly realized he hadn't gotten off since Thursday. Grinning, he moved around the desk and opened a drawer.

"For punishment," he said, laying the broken end of cane on the desktop. He'd broken the cane on that very desk years ago -- thus the supply of rulers in the drawer. They were cheaper.

Phan whimpered and tried to move away from Noah. "Ah, fuck."

Noah pulled his hand away rather abruptly, leaving Phan's cock bobbing freely as he retreated. Apparently he had also noted Phan's distress and was sensitive enough not to deliberately tease him further. It was Tobias' job to push him, after all, so Noah, in character or not, could be as sympathetic as he wanted to be.