"I'm goin' outta town fer a few days, pet."
Remy queried softly behind his gag.
"No, yer stayin' here." Remy rubbed his cheek against Logan's thigh. Logan stroked the soft bangs. "Got rules fer while I'm gone." Remy looked up coyly. "First, ya don't got permission to come at all." Remy whined. "Second, yer gonna be bound wrist and ankles, plugged and in bed by nine sharp. Scott's gonna check ya every night. He's got permission to use yer pinned shackles if ya ain't. That happens ya don't get out until he says. Ya got it?"
Remy nodded. He nuzzled the palm of Logan's hand.
"Ya want a treat, pet?"
Remy nodded eagerly. He laid his head in Logan's lap.
"I guess ya been good enough." Logan removed the hated gag and Remy worked his jaw. He licked his lips and looked at Logan's crotch, then up with pleading eyes.
"Sil vous plait, boss, let y' pet suck y'. Make y' feel bon."
Logan considered and shook his head. "Nope. Stay."
Remy pouted and settled back on his heels. The chain between his cuffs clinked softly. Logan rapped his thief's nose sharply. Remy spread his knees and eased back up into the proper position. His eyes focussed on Logan's crotch. He licked his lips, enjoying having the freedom to do so.
Logan considered his options. He stood to pack and Remy looked up hopefully at him. Logan snapped his fingers and pointed down. Remy pressed his forehead to the floor, ass presented. Logan moved around the room, packing his bag. Remy shifted on his knees. He needed the touch of Logan's hand if nothing else. The ring on his cock left him hard no matter how he moved.
Logan finished packing and set down his bag by the door. He slid his finger through the hidden opening along the back seam of Remy's faded and torn jeans. The denim was as soft and supple as Remy's fair skin. He fingered the puckered opening and Remy pushed back towards his touch. Logan considered taking him there and then. No, he decided, he wanted to see the boy ride his cock – eyes closed, lip caught between his teeth, swamped by Logan's arousal until he was lost and trembling in it. He undid the cuffs. "Strip."
Remy complied, folding his clothes neatly on the floor by the window. He went onto his knees by Logan's side, feeling his pulse against the red leather at his throat. "Lube that sweet ass fer me." The thief trembled as he finger-fucked himself, knowing he shouldn't, but loving the feeling. Logan smacked his ass. Remy whimpered.
Logan folded Remy's arms behind him, hand to elbow and tied them there with silk. Each additional strip reduced the chance that the thief would be freed before morning. Logan tugged him upright by his hair. He set the ring-gag behind the Cajun's canines and locked it on. A spreader bar between his ankles held Remy's legs several inches further than shoulder-width apart. Silver nipple clamps were next. Logan tugged on them and Remy cried out.
Logan put him onto the bed and attached his ankles to the footboard, leaving two yards of slack. Remy shivered, sensing the spike of lust and wanting so badly to strengthen it. Logan stripped. He fisted his cock lazily, just looking, watching the play of muscle over bone. Remy's hips rocked, helpless, needy. Logan's semen splashed against Remy's side. The Canadian rubbed it into his pet's skin. "Yer mine," he growled. Remy swallowed and arched into the claiming touch. Logan knelt on the bed. He pulled at the chain between the clamps. He tugged at the trapped erection, his own stiffening back to attention as Remy writhed under his hands. He brought Remy's mouth to his cock and fucked it, liking the wet, slurping sound and the slap of his balls against his pet's chin. He pulled away, still hard, saliva dripping down his pet's sharp chin.
He stoppered the hole with a life-size "realistic" dildo, stroking the Cajun's throat until he could control his gag reflex. "Yer gonna ride my cock, boy." Logan moved him to the center of the bed. Then, he slid between the widespread legs to pin the bar down with his body. He settled the thief onto his cock with heavy hands on slender hips.
Remy felt himself leaking as Logan's cock split him and the bar left him with no resistance. Logan was so *thick* at this angle. He slid down the Canadian's shaft and sucked on the rubber in his mouth – not daring to make a sound. His chin was tipped up so he wouldn't choke and he felt the collar around his throat, warm and firm. He was exposed for what he was – a toy for pleasure. "Fuck yerself, pet," came the gruff growl.
Remy started to move, awkward as a foal. He'd never been put in this position before and it showed. Logan stroked the trembling thighs as the Cajun found his rhythm. He reveled in the open display position as the light glittered off the sapphires at Remy's throat and the silver clamps on his nipples. The boy's chest heaved as he panted air in through his nose.
Remy's eyes closed and he fell into sensation: the thick rod that filled and emptied him, the chain that bounced against his chest, the clips that sparked painful on his nipples, the rubber filling his mouth like his boss' cock filled his ass, the harsh grip of the cock ring and ball-splitter that he could barely remember sleeping without, Logan's adoring rumble, the hands heavy on his trembling thighs, the silk gripping his arms, the pull on his shoulders, the strain on his ankles, the sweat wending down his spine, the aching need that was turning to pain in his cock.
Logan held Remy down and filled his ass with hot fluid. He stroked the boy's cock, ears pricking at the pitiful whimpers that evoked. "Up." Logan tugged on the boy's hips and they rose with a muffled sob. He slipped free and moved out from under the boy. He left the Cajun and went to the bathroom. His cock hardened again as Remy fought his bonds – discovering some slack to the tether he couldn't see, but felt around each ankle in soft cotton, cock bobbing, hips hitching, ass leaking.
Logan laid him down, head at the footboard, and jerked off onto the boy's stomach, rubbing it into the soft skin. Logan let him come. Then he plugged his ass with it's usual guest and held in with a leather harness. He carried him to the bathroom to let him pee. Then, he reinstalled the cock ring. He removed the rubber dildo, but left the ring gag. He kissed the Cajun deeply. "Ya were playin' with yerself earlier, pet. That ain't allowed. Gonna have to punish ya fer it." Logan shook his head and Remy whined, eyes wide.
Logan made a nest of blankets in the corner. He stuck the dildo back into the boy's mouth and tied a scarf around his head to keep it in. The leather blindfold came next and was locked on. He set the boy on his ass in the corner. The bare wood made Remy jump more than the hard intruder. The blankets were tucked behind his head and around his shoulders, leaving his chest exposed. Logan tethered the spreader bar to the nightstand and desk. The splayed legs showed off Remy's cock. Remy heard the main lights shut off, but felt the light of the halogen desk lamp on his skin – a spotlight.
"Sleep well, pet. Don't disturb me."
Remy heard the creak of the bed and Logan's even breathing. He shifted, over-full and muffled a sob. Please, boss, be kidding, he begged. Don't leave your pet like this. But relief came as a fitful sleep and nothing more.
*****
"Mornin', Cyke. Come in."
Scott surveyed the trussed Cajun. "You want him this way every night? It could be arranged."
"Naw. Wrist, ankles, plug and gag if he mouths off to ya. No beatin', but ya can tie him tight fer punishin'. He ain't allowed to come. He sucks cock like a dream. Feel free to try him."
Remy whined pitifully behind his gag. Logan dropped a kiss to his pet's forehead. "Ya gonna be my good boy?"
Remy nodded. He wanted to see Logan before he left, but it didn't happen. The two men left him there, locking the door behind them. Completely alone, bound, cramped, needing to piss, shit, eat, drink, Remy sat and contemplated his fate, desires, and arousal.
A space of years later, Scott returned. He straddled the straight-backed chair, jingling his keys idly. He just looked and Remy blushed when he didn't speak for over a minute. Logan's come was all over him. He knew he looked like a slut. Worse yet – he liked it. It made him feel desirable.
"Some ground rules, Cajun. You're in no position to argue, so don't bother resisting. You will do all of your chores without complaint. Any complaint will get you one hour of punishment. I'm not Logan either. I'm much harsher, as Jean's told you."
Remy nodded, swallowing around the rubber cock in his mouth.
"I won't beat you for infractions, but I will punish you. In the bedroom, yours, mine, Logan's, I am 'Master' and nothing else for the duration of Logan's absence. When you cuff yourself, your hands will be behind your back. Your ankles will be bound with no slack. You will wear nothing but your bonds to bed. As per Logan's arrangements, I will strap your elbows, thumbs, and large toes at nine every night. Those straps will be released at five the next morning if you've been good. If you have not, they will be released at my discretion. I've replaced your mattress pad with a rubberized one. If during your confinement you need to pee, you will do so in your bed and clean it up the next morning. Your door will be locked every night and your window shades closed. You will have no light. You may tell Jean of our arrangements. She may act in my stead if I am unable to do so. You will give her the same deference you would Logan. Do you understand?"
Remy nodded, cheeks bright red. Scott was so clinical about things. This was just business to him.
"Good. I'll free you in four hours."
Remy sobbed.
*****
Remy lay trembling in his bed as the clock changed to nine. Scott was there not thirty seconds later. He fixed the straps as he'd promised Logan, not surprised when the Cajun fought them. He checked the plug. "Sleep well, boy." He locked the door.
Remy pulled against the strange ties on his digits and realized that they left him helpless except in dire emergency when he could blow his bonds with a thought. He shivered. He cried himself to sleep.
*****
Logan stroked his cock, seeing visions of a helpless, writing thief as he came. He already missed his pet.
*****
Remy knew he was in trouble. He'd mouthed off to Cyke and he was running late getting ready for bed. Scott caught his ponytail and used it to hold him still long enough to attach a leash. "Of all the days to piss me off, brat, today was not the best choice."
Scott knew the Cajun was testing his bounds with an unknown master.
"Je suis desole, Master." Remy dropped to his knees. His eyes were pleading, but Scott was immune to them. He knew the Cajun hadn't finished his evening ritual. He didn't care either.
"Kneel on the bed."
Remy hurried to comply. Scott plugged his ass, shackled his wrists with the pin-lock shackles Remy couldn't pick, bound him to basic specifications, then gagged him tight with the familiar ball-gag. He added a blindfold. Then, he pinned the thief, sitting at attention against the headboard with a tether at his wrists and elbows, and waist. Then, a taut line to the footboard. The leash was attached to the back of the plug harness. A pillow protected the Cajun's head as Scott ran a line from Remy's balls to his collar then down to his ankles. Scott left without a word. Remy tried to struggle, but couldn't move. His cock was rock hard in minutes.
*****
Scott finished describing the bondage to Logan, hearing his low growl. "How's he doin'?"
"Testing."
"Normal."
"Yes. I'll let him go two hours after his pees himself."
Logan snorted. "Do the boy good."
"Always puts Jean in her place. How's it going?"
"Found two of 'em. Goin' fer the third. Then, I'm in."
*****
I can hold on until five, Remy told himself. He'd lost all sense of time due to the dark of the room and pitch black of the blindfold. Finally, he could take it no longer and peed, crying. He felt like a child. He hadn't wet himself since he was a baby. Well, except for the time he'd been whipped into it. He shunted his mind from those memories to his aching muscles.
*****
Logan closed his eyes. He watched his thief fighting his bonds as he was tied to the post, mouth jacked open with a ring-gag, ready for use when his ass was bruised dark. "Disrespectful brat," he growled and unfurled the whip. "Ya ain't Rogue's no more and I’m gonna make sure ya remember it every time ya sit down."
The blows were teasing at first and the boy relaxed, assuming it would stay that way. He lifted his rump and Logan let him have a serious strike. His boy jumped and danced in the limits of his bonds. He didn't stop until the boy's ass was covered in dark welts. He stepped forward and took him, jerking him off, coming hard. Then, he left the thief there for later use.
*****
Remy was bound and in bed at nine. Scott strapped him snuggly. "I talked to your boss today, boy."
Remy looked up eagerly. Scott relented. "He says he loves you and be good. Sleep well, Cajun."
Scott smirked. He wondered if Logan would let him continue the punishment rules permanently. It did wonders for the Cajun's productivity.
*****
Jean arched, the ropes at her wrists and ankles snapping taut. She moaned. "Please, please, oh God, Scott, please." The hand moved away from her slit and the thumb left her clit. "Master, please. Please, I'm so close. I'll be good. Please, make me come."
Scott looked down at his slave's flushed body, trying to decide whether she deserved the reward or not. She twisted in her ropes. He tweaked her nipples and she arched up with a moan. "Master, please. I'll be so good."
"Liar."
She sobbed and lifted towards his touch with her hips. He considered the request and went back to fingering her. She was so high maintenance. He pulled away again. "Oh, Master, don't, please," she begged as he stood.
"Twice is more than enough for you, bitch." He went to finish his nightly routine, then laid down with his head between her breasts. She trembled and eventually slept.
*****
Remy fought his bonds in a nightmare panic. He was held so firmly. He brought Logan's face to mind. Logan put him here. Kept him like this. He hadn't been allowed to touch himself in months. His ass had adjusted to the plug. Scott had gagged him and he pushed at the ball, hoping for freedom. It was buckled on too tightly for that. He stared at the clock, willing five a.m. to come quickly.
*****
Jean settled on Remy's lap. He'd been napping in the big wing-back chair in the library. He blinked fuzzily at her. "Hey, Remy."
"Jean. What's up?"
"I'm bored."
Remy snorted. "Go find y'r husband, chere. Leave me out of it."
"But getting into trouble can be such fun."
"Back off, Jean," Remy stated.
She wriggled in his lap. He shifted. She giggled. His hands gripped the arms of the chair. "Don't you like me, Remy?" she pouted.
He tried to stand and drop her off, but she held him back with her TK. He scowled at her.
//Jean!// Scott snapped through their link.
//What?//
//Get your ass into my office immediately!//
"Gotta go." She tweaked the Cajun's nose and left. Remy tried the even breathing Logan had taught him and managed to get his arousal under control. That woman was a hazard.
*****
Scott locked his office door and closed the curtains. "You are in serious trouble, bitch."
*****
Remy begged Scott not to put in the gag. Used to Jean's more bulldozer attempts at mind-control, he didn't recognize Remy's charm. For the first time Scott could recall, he let a punishment slide.
*****
"Comin' home tomorrow, Slim. Place is shut down. Cops are cleanin' up the mess. How's my pet?"
"Edgy. Mouthy. He misses you badly."
Logan snorted. "When ain't he mouthin' off? Been thinkin' about keepin' him gagged all the time."
"I'll pay to see you pull that off without a suppression collar. That boy's so gunshy he'll never do it."
"Ya wanna put money on that?"
Scott considered. "No, he'd do it just to spite me. Logan, would you consider continuing the punishment phase if he doesn't do his chores?"
"I'm thinkin' yer enjoyin' it too much."
"Well, I've gotten the shed fixed, my paperwork filed, the shopping done, the floors cleaned, and the table-cloths ironed without complaints. It's refreshing. Besides, who else would you ask to look after him? Rogue?"
Logan laughed. "Drake maybe."
"Bobby Drake? The CPA?"
"Yep."
"As a Dom? Are you insane? Never work, Gambit's teaching him to control his powers."
Logan considered. "True. Don't want to undermine the kid's authority. Drake's too young to understand."
'Too innocent you mean."
"Fer now. Gumbo'll open him up."
"Rogue's bitching because they're becoming friends."
"Figures. I'll see ya around lunchtime, Cyke. Keep the Cajun occupied."
"Tomorrow's his lunch duty."
"Good enough."
*****
Remy was perched on the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee and the paper, reading the arts section. "Hey, Cajun, there's some Canadian freak out here to see you. Should I throw him out?" Remy was in the front hall in an instant. He practically threw himself at Logan and kissed him.
"Hey, Rems."
"Hey, cher. Missed y' bad, me."
Logan stroked Remy's hair. "Ya been a good boy fer Cyke?"
Remy nodded.
Scott waggled his hand in a so-so gesture.
Logan lifted the Cajun over his shoulder. "Hey now, Logan! Ah, merde!" Logan bounded up the stairs as Scott laughed.
*****
The Canadian dropped his pet onto the bed. "Ready to eat ya alive, pet." He locked the door. He placed a kiss on the bracelet. Remy's eyes dilated and his breathing sped up. He squirmed. "Strip."
Remy complied. Logan stalked around him, nostrils flaring. He quirked a brow.
"Stay outta my shirts, thief."
Remy blushed.
Logan held his hand up, palm flat and Remy dropped to his knees, hands on the back of his neck, knees spread, eyes down. Logan unpacked. He fastened on the red collar. He could already hear the sweet, low purr in Remy's throat. His pet trembled when he brought out the harness and cock-ring. "Put it on, pet."
Remy whimpered, but complied. Logan tightened it. Remy's cock was hard and warm as Logan stroked the soft skin. Logan's own erection was pressing against the front of his jeans. He opened his fly. "Suck me."
Remy attacked the task hungrily. He loved the taste of his boss, the feel of him. He opened himself to Logan's emotions automatically adjusting his rhythm to suit. "That's it, boy. My good boy. Oh, yeah." Logan grabbed Remy's hair and fucked his pet's mouth until he came. Remy swallowed compulsively. Logan pulled free. "Prep yerself. Ya play with yerself I'll spank ya till ya cry."
Remy gulped. He lubed his ass quickly and settled at Logan's feet as the Canadian rustled through the dresser. Remy's breath caught. He was in for a long day.
"Two days, pet."
"Quoi, boss?"
"Yer mine fer the next two days and ya ain't leavin' this room."
Remy licked his lips. Logan grinned at his discomfort. The spreader bar came first. "On yer stomach, pet." Logan spread his pet's legs wide and locked the spreader bar between them. He stroked down Remy's back. He fastened on stiff wrist braces, making it impossible for Remy to reach the locks of the simple handcuffs that pinned his arms behind his back. Logan slapped the Cajun's ass. Remy whimpered. "Stay." Remy snorted. "Watch it, boy. I ain't in the mood fer yer sass." Remy bit his lip.
He rubbed his cock against the floor while Logan went to the bathroom for a shower. He knew he was driving himself crazy, but it felt too good to stop. Logan toweled off his hair and watched his pet trying to fuck the floor. "No!" he snapped. Remy froze. Logan padded over to him. He chained wrists to ankles, forcing Remy to kneel, legs splayed, cock raised proudly. The thief lifted his chin to show off his collar.
Logan lifted Remy's head further back with one finger. Remy's eyes closed. His lips were parted and Logan rewarded him with a kiss. He filled the open space with his tongue and Remy opened wider still, moaning when the lips left him. Logan filled the boy's ass with a vibrating plug. Remy struggled wildly as it was switched on to high. As he thrust helplessly, Logan stroked him with hard, almost painful swipes. Logan nipped at Remy's throat. The Cajun moaned and twitched. "Mercy, boss. Mercy. Dieu, boss, sil vous plait. Sil vous plait. T'encule moi, boss. Dieu. Need y' so bad. Please, boss."
"Ya need to come, pet?"
"Oui, boss. Sil vous plait." Logan stroked the straining erection and Remy's hips moved the tiny amount that they could. "Oh, boss, please." Remy sobbed. "Make po' Remy come."
"Later," Logan smirked. He kissed the Cajun. Then, he gagged him firmly. He went to finish shaving.
Remy heaved in breaths through his nose. He was so full. He had to come, had to. His cock was leaking. But he needed movement. He rocked in his sturdy bonds. Logan came back centuries later.
He freed the chain connecting the Cajun's hands and feet. He folded him over the bed and held him down with one hand in the small of his back. "What ya need, pet, is punishin'." Remy shook his head frantically. "Ya mouthed off to Cyke. Ya refused to clean the bathroom. Ya used yer charm to get outta bein' punished. Ya were rubbin' yerself after I told ya not to play with yerself. Ya tried orderin' me around. Ya gonna add lyin' to that?" Remy shook his head.
He needed to come so badly. He didn't care if Logan gutted him so long as he got to come. How bad could a spanking be?
"So now ya get to learn what punishin' is all about."
Logan fell into the rhythm easily, hitting one cheek then the other until they were bright red. Then, he concentrated his efforts until the first bruise blossomed. He released the cock ring and growled. "Come, pet," into Remy's ear. Remy came hard, even as tears streamed down his cheeks. Logan left the vibrator in. He unlocked the boy's ankles and dressed him in the soft "easy access" jeans he'd modified to let him fuck or stroke his boy at any time. He replaced the cock-ring and Remy whined. Logan removed the gag and handcuffs.
He looked at the blissed eyes and let Remy calm for a moment. "Remy?" he said stroking the Cajun's cheek.
"Oui, Logan?"
Logan jerked his head to the couch. "Let's talk." Remy followed meekly, the vibrator still moving in him. Logan sat down and patted the seat next to him. Remy sat, then stood immediately.
"Dieu," he muttered. "Dat's gonna be interestin'."
Logan smirked. "Didn't freak ya then?"
"Non, deserved it me. F' all y' listed and more y' ain't never gonna know." Remy settled on his knees. It was the only comfortable position he could find.
"Gonna push ya hard fer these two days, Gumbo. Ya ain't gonna get another break. Ya got thirty seconds to tell me 'no'. After that, ya obey or ya get another spankin'." Remy simply placed his crossed wrists in Logan's lap.
"No whips?" was all he asked.
"No whips or belts. Only thing that'll hit ya is my hand."
"I'm yours," Remy said distinctly. Then, he lowered his eyes. "Let m' please y', boss."
Logan felt a rush of affection followed by lust. "Gag yerself tight, boy. Then, bring yer shackles." Remy shivered, but complied. Logan slid the second pin home. "Got a treat fer ya, pet. Yer own home."
Remy's eyes widened as Logan opened his closet door to reveal a dog crate. It was decorated with silk and satin to match the thief's eyes. Remy crawled to Logan and rubbed his cheek against Logan's bare foot. "I knew ya'd like it," Logan stated, purposefully misinterpreting the Cajun's plea for mercy.
Remy crawled in at Logan's urging. It was roomier than it had seemed. He settled, resting against the side as starbursts of mixed pleasure and pain flashed together. His breathing was heavy through the gag. Logan tied Remy's knees, then ankles. He tethered them to both sides of the cage, forcing Remy to sit full on the plug and his sore ass. He locked the cage door with two heavy padlocks. He shut the closet door and Remy's eyes were drawn to the thin crack of light. He whimpered.
Logan left him there to get himself back into the mindset while he went to get some finger food for dinner.
FINIS
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