"Time for training, kitten," Bobby stated, his mouth millimeters from Remy's ear. Remy closed his book. The metal around his throat felt tight, as his pulse rate increased. He looked up at his lover with large eyes. Bobby smiled wickedly. He rolled the ball of the gag between his fingers, coating it with ice. Remy opened his mouth obediently and Bobby pressed it into place. It popped past and settled behind Remy's teeth. The sharp pull of leather dug into Remy's cheeks. He whimpered. The pressure eased, then tightened again. It was going to leave marks. A strap beneath his chin finished securing his jaw.
"Strip." Remy made short work of his clothes. "Put on your cuffs." Remy buckled the wide leather around each wrist and ankle. Bobby secured each one with a cable tie, cutting off the extra, and did the same with the gag. Remy knelt and nuzzled at Bobby's crotch. Bobby shook his head in amusement. He patted Remy's bangs. "Stay."
Bobby went to the drawer where he kept their toys and perused it as if he didn't know what he was going to use. Remy watched him with big eyes. "Stop begging, kitten," Bobby said as the Cajun's empathy urged mercy into Bobby's mind. He shook his head. "I don't like begging." Remy dipped his head. Bobby took out the lengths of rope he'd need. "Face down on the floor." Remy dropped down, hands flat to the wood. He let Remy simmer as he dropped the rope to the floor, then went back to the drawer. There were a few more items he'd need.
"Kneel." Remy knelt, eyes down. He tied Remy wrist to ankle first, then bound his crossed ankles together. The position left his ass fully accessible. Bobby smirked. He liked the look. Too bad Scott would probably have a coniption fit if he found out. Maybe he could convince Jean to talk to the man. It would be fun to show his pet off for once. The silver chain "collar" wasn't strong enough for anything more than a leash, it would have to be changed.
Bobby looked down at his pet's hard cock and a pleasing flush ran up his boy's throat to his cheeks. He kissed each lid and buckled on the leather blindfold. He snapped a cock ring to the base of his kitten's erection. Then, he lubed the tight ass. Remy squirmed under the attention, begging to be fucked. Bobby ignored him, easing in the largest butt-plug they had, and holding it deep with a rope harness. Remy struggled to get away from it and Bobby rapped the sharp nose hard. "Stop it," he snapped. The thief subsided, breathing heavily. He took the coils of rope and a set of nipple clamps from the top drawer. Remy's ears strained to figure out what he was hearing. The sharp bite of the clamp on his hardened nipple made him cry out. Bobby went ahead with the second, not particularly caring if his boy liked it or not. He thought they looked good. He started the rope harness at Remy's waist, working up his body carefully to create a carefully constricting web to hold Remy's arms to his sides. He unlocked the silver chain collar and replaced it with one of stiff black leather, that kept his kitten's chin up. He fastened the web of rope to the D-rings on the collar, preventing the Cajun from moving his head. Bobby removed the ponytail holder, letting the auburn hair flow freely over Remy's back. It would be the only thing moving tonight.
The blond whistled as he worked, not realizing that the casual sound was driving Remy crazy. Every breath made him feel the ropes restricting his movement. Bobby laid Remy on his back carefully. Remy squealed and whined behind his gag, fearful of falling. "Hush." Then, it was time to take care of the graceful legs. Bobby set a length of metal pipe, threaded through with rope, behind Remy's knees. He bound each thigh to the pipe carefully. He checked Remy's circulation. It was fine. He started to whistle again, content with his world. He worked a cris-cross of rope up the muscled thighs, bending close to lick the head of Remy's cock. He ginned at the muffled moan. Then, the web-work was tied to the rope that started at the waist. A last length of rope wrapped down each calf to the ankles, around the bound ankles, then up to the wrist cuffs before being threaded through the Cajun's crotch to be tied off to the head of his cock. Remy fairly wailed at that. Bobby set him back on his knees and left him to adjust for fifteen minutes.
Bobby picked up the latest book he was reading to his pet. Remy's education was woefully uneven. "Chapter 3." Remy paid careful attention, relaxing into the ropes after awhile as he got caught up in the story. Five chapters later, Bobby was yawning. "Enough for tonight, kitten." He changed out the ball gag for the penis gag. It had an air pipe through the center for safety's sake. "Sleep well."
Remy whined, struggling furiously. Sweat ran down his back, but he was held firm. He felt tears of desperation running down his cheeks. Bobby wrapped a quilt around his pet, holding it up with two strips of leather. He kissed Remy's temple gently. Then, he iced up and went to bed. Remy sobbed in frustration, cock leaking, until he finally fell asleep, too tautly held to move.
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