Penalty

"I warned ya, Cajun, stop talkin' or I'll gag ya 'til it feels wrong without it."

Remy's jaw worked for a few seconds, then closed. He sat primly on the straight-backed chair. He didn't have a choice really. His hands were tied through and to the back slats and his leash was pulled taut through his back belt loop, forcing his military posture. A single loop of rope tightened unmercifully around his ankles and was tied off to one of the back rungs. He squirmed and Logan let him – content to watch his game in peace.

"Boss, I. . ."

"Ya already had yer last warnin'," Logan growled. At the next commercial he forced the gag between the perfect capped teeth and buckled it tightly enough that it would leave a mark. He turned the chair around and went back to his game. The small mewling sound from behind the gag didn't bother Logan one bit. He was happy. He had good beer, a good hockey game, his pet was ready and willing, and now he had the quiet to enjoy all three.

Remy closed his eyes and tipped his head back, attempting to relieve the pull on his collar a bit more. His jeans felt far too tight, mostly because of the leather harness and cock-ring combination of which Logan was far too fond. There was nothing to do but listen to the game and wait. His arms had only a little movement. His thighs ached from straining against the rope. He hadn't meant to irritate his master. He truly hadn't realized that Logan was in the first period of the game. Much to Remy's surprise, despite the tightness of his bonds, he fell asleep.

*****

Logan grinned at the picture before him. The Cajun was asleep, head thrown back to reveal his soft collar, mouth forced wide by the gag, soft camel colored cashmere atop tight black jeans, hands and feet under Logan's control, with an erection pressing against the front of his jeans. Logan's fingers itched to be buried in the wild tangle of bangs while he fucked that sweet mouth, but the Cajun needed his lessons reinforced first.

Logan stroked along the strap of the gag and Remy startled awake. He fought his bonds, breathing hard through his nose. He looked up at Logan with a soft whine as he surrendered to their grip. "Ya know better'n to interrupt me, pet."

Remy's eyes dropped. He couldn't drop his shoulders. He nodded. Logan lifted Remy's chin until blue crystal met red on black. "Ya ain't gonna do it again."

Remy shook his head. He turned into Logan's touch like a cat. Logan snorted.

"I’ll believe it when I see it." He released Remy's chin. He stalked behind his captive. Remy desperately wanted to see, but he'd gotten smacked across the back of the head often enough that he kept his eyes forward. He pushed against the gag with his tongue, but it was firmly wedged. His shoulders ached. His jaw ached. He want to explain, beg, *charm* his way back into Logan's good graces. His options were limited, however, to obey or disobey.

"I'm gonna undo the ties, but ya ain't gonna move. Understood?"

Remy nodded. The pressure on his wrists eased. He longed to rub them, but he was already in trouble. His legs were free of the chair, but he didn't shake off the noose. "That's my good boy," Logan praised.

He wrapped a leather strap around his whip hand and let it dangle. He wanted to see if the Cajun would call the game, or wait to see what Logan was going to do. He stalked slowly into view. Remy stiffened. His hands were free, his legs nearly so, but he stayed still. His eyes were wide. The strap went around his arms, just above the elbow and pulled tight. Logan fixed it in place when the elbows were nearly touching. He knew exactly how flexible his pet was. Remy whined, more at the headgames than the restriction. Remy tipped his chin forward, silently begging to be released from the hated gag.

Logan shook his head. "Yer gonna try to use yer charm and piss me off."

Remy blushed at being caught out. Logan was the first Dom who'd ever been able to read him well enough to keep him gagged when he wanted to talk his way out of a punishment. It was one Hell of a rush. Logan cuffed his wrists together with double-locked metal. He released the leash and Remy arched and twisted to stretch his back. Logan rapped the thief's nose with one finger. Remy rolled his eyes, but stilled.

"Disrespectful brat," Logan grumbled. He stroked the trapped cock. Remy whimpered, pleading with his eyes. Logan kissed along the edge of the gag, then snapped the leash back on and tugged Remy to his feet. He loosened the rope at the boy's ankles. He tugged at the lead and Remy followed, breathing hard. He settled on his knees, staring into the corner. He shook his head and pushed at the gag. He hated not being able to see Logan. He whined pitifully.

"Be good, pet, or I'll leave ya here fer the night."

Remy whimpered and bowed his head.

"Better." Logan pushed Remy's head down until he was completely curled up, forehead on the ground. "Stay." Remy closed his eyes. Bent up like this he could smell sex on his skin. The silky softness of his sweater was tormenting his nipples. Then, Logan was sliding a belt around his chest to buckled on the side and pinion his arms to his back. With each breath, he could feel the press of it through his sweater. Another belt was cinched at his waist, just above his jeans, pinning his wrists. The handcuffs were purely ornamental at that point.

Logan pulled on the metal, the belt didn't allow the wrists to move a millimeter up. Good. He patted the firm ass. He gathered up the slack in the handcuff chain with a small leather strap. Remy felt the tug on his wrists. He fisted his hands. They were useless. A tug at his collar brought him upright on his knees. The buckle of the gag opened and Logan removed the hard rubbed. Remy worked his jaw. Logan had never been this strict with him before. Then, Logan was in front of him, cock out. Remy licked his lips. "Ya gonna be good?"

"Oui, boss, Remy'll be real good."

Logan looked down. Remy's eyes were dilated, his breathing sharp. The collar was temporary. It was the bracelet, wide and dark on Remy's left wrist that marked him. The Cajun's knees were spread, highlighting the erection between his legs. His color was high. Remy dropped his eyes to Logan's boots. He missed the predatory smile that creeped across Logan's face. "Make it good, pet," he said, wrapping his hand in the wild bangs and filling Remy's mouth with hot, hard flesh. Remy relaxed, taking Logan deep.

Remy closed his eyes. The smell and taste of Logan was driving him mad. He sucked and licked and scraped a bit with his teeth at Logan's cock. He yearned to touch and his fingers flexed behind him. Logan growled out encouragements that Remy barely registered. His world had narrowed to Logan's hand in his hair and cock in his mouth. The Canadian came hard and fast, salty, sweet and sour. Remy swallowed, milking all he could. Logan pulled away. Remy licked his lips. Logan snapped the leash on and leg his pet to the bed.

Remy shifted from foot to foot, trying to find a more comfortable position. Logan looped the leash loosely to the headboard. He went through his evening routine while Remy waited. The bands around his torso seemed to tighten. Logan shut off the lights. Soft moonlight glinted off of the metal at Remy's wrists. The red eyes glowed with arousal.

"On the bed."

Remy shifted carefully onto the bed, settling on his knees, trying not to step out of the rope ringing his ankles. He whimpered when Logan cupped the thief's trapped penis.

"Lay down."

Remy laid down on his side, rubbing himself against Logan's grip. "Sil vous plait," he whimpered. Logan's cock twitched at the sweet sound. "Please, boss. Need it so bad me."

"Need what?" Logan nipped at Remy's chin, tasting sweet blood.

Remy squirmed. "Make m' come, please, boss." Logan wriggled his fingers along the restrained length. "Dieu," Remy breathed. "Please, boss. Remy'll be good. Do anyt'in' y' say. Y'll see. He be y' good boy. Y'll see. Sil vous plait, boss, please."

Logan's teeth glinted in the moonlight. He pressed the gag back into place and buckled it tightly. He unzipped Remy's jeans. The Cajun's pleading was reduced to whimpers. Logan's ears picked out the low purr underneath and his teeth flashed again. He nipped at Remy's earlobe as he pressed a finger to the weeping head. Remy's eyes fluttered shut. He tugged against the leash. Logan unclipped it for safety's sake. Remy squirmed under Logan's touch. Logan rolled him onto his back and Remy whined at the stress on his shoulders. Then, Logan was teasing his cock with butterfly light touches and he couldn't help but arch up into his hands.

"Can't help yerself, can ya, pet?" Logan asked in amusement.

Remy shook his head in denial and thrust his hips toward Logan. Logan continued to torment him until his boy was trembling. He released the cock.

"Come fer me, pet."

Remy came, semen splattering his sweater, his jeans, and his lover's fist. He was spent, shuddering and Logan smirked down at him. Logan removed the gag with one hand and pressed his coated fingers to Remy's mouth. "Clean 'em." Remy's tongue flicked out and the thief tasted himself on Logan's salty skin. Logan stroked himself as he watched the now-tamed, pretty, pink tongue clean him. He could almost feel the pull of Remy's mouth on his cock. He flipped Remy onto his stomach, moving the pillow under his boy's hips. He pulled the Cajun's jeans down to his knees. He jerked the hobbling noose tight around Remy's ankles once more. He lubed his cock and then smiled with the sudden idea. He spread Gambit's legs to the sides of the bed, leaving him helpless. Then, he buried himself in the tight, firm ass that was so pleasingly presented. Hot, tight, trembling, Logan closed his eyes to better appreciate the pull of Remy's body. He rode the boy gently, leisurely. "Damn yer fine, boy." He shot deep into Remy's ass. Remy moaned deep and low as Logan's orgasm rippled through his shields.

Logan released the belt, ropes and elbow strap. The handcuffs clinked as Remy shifted. Logan tugged the boy's jeans back into place, leaving the fly open. He tightened the noose around the boy's ankles and connected it to the bed. He settled the thief in his arms and fell asleep to the sound of Remy's satisfied purr as Logan stroked his hair absently.

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