To Curry Vindaloo

"Settle down, kitten, you're going to be here for awhile."

Remy shifted uncomfortably on the vibrator up his ass. He was firmly gagged with the penis gag Bobby loved on him, so he couldn't complain. He was bound hand and foot under Bobby's desk. Bobby stroked his pet's cock with his foot every once and awhile as he worked on the taxes for everyone in the mansion. People kept dropping by, leaving food and drinks. Remy sucked on the penis gag, wishing it was real, just as he wished that the vibrator was real. Being taken at both ends would be heaven. He knew Bobby wouldn't let anyone hurt him, so one of the cocks would belong to someone they both knew. He thought about Logan fucking him on the blackbird and leaned his head back, eyes closed in pleasure. He couldn't come. Bobby had wound his cock with tight rope and left it hanging out of his jeans. He'd been hobbled too at that point. Then, Bobby had told him to go to the office, and cuffed his wrists behind him. Remy had panicked, just missing Warren and Betsy as he shuffled through the hall. He'd been flushed red and needing Bobby so badly by the time he'd made it to the office, that he'd been almost unable to maneuver close enough to open the door with his hands behind his back.

Bobby prodded his pet's cock and it jumped. Remy was doing well with this restraint. It was one of his better ideas. It kept the Cajun near enough that he wouldn't be afraid of discovery, but exposed enough that anyone who came in would probably guess his presence under the desk. His hands were tied to the back legs of the desk and to each other, keeping them away from anyplace interesting. His feet were pinioned to the front desk legs, leaving his aching cock exposed for Bobby's pleasure. The thief was gagged and plugged as well. The red eyes looked up pleadingly and Bobby took the masking tape out from his top drawer. He crawled over his kitten's body, then kissed each eye before fastening them down. It was a ritual that kept Remy calm while he couldn't see. He fisted the rope-wrapped present once. If Bobby had to suffer, his pet had to suffer. He'd just keep the Cajun bound the entire tax season if he had to. Remy whined behind his gag and Bobby kissed his nose. "Hush, Cajun-cat." He went back to work.

Remy could hear Bobby humming as he worked. He heard the crinkle of a metal wrapper and his brows furrowed as he tried to figure out what it was. The crunching that followed led him to think that it was a granola bar. Satisfied with that reasoning he relaxed. His body was humming with sensation. He was horny as Hell and aching in need, but none of that mattered because he could sense Bobby's contentment under the frustration of doing the paperwork. The vibrator was pressed to his prostate making it impossible for him to really concentrate on anything. With his eyes held shut, he was focussed completely on his body's reactions. A flash of cold filled his mouth, coating the penis gag. Remy sucked it off. There was a flavor to Bobby's ice that he knew he'd never be able to explain to anyone, but Remy could tell the difference between a cube that Bobby had made and one from the freezer. A shivered of excitement ran down Remy's throat with the icy water. Maybe his master would pay attention to him soon.

Bobby grinned to himself and went back to work, much to his kitten's obvious disappointment. Remy slumped dejectedly against the desk and shifted. The vibrator in his ass shifted and he gasped in a breath. If he'd known Bobby had a hard streak in him like this when they'd started, he'd have pushed for his dominance earlier. Remy drifted on the vibrations, unable to do anything but submit. Then, Bobby moved from the desk and the Cajun was instantly alert. He heard the door open and shut and pulled against his bonds. Master Robert hadn't forgotten him here had he? Bobby returned with a tray of pizza a few minutes later. He heard the soft sigh of relief when he settled back at his chair. He rubbed his toe along Remy's foot and felt the empathy reach out for him. "No," he snapped. Remy cringed. The desk was too sturdy for his shifting to mean anything, but he hit his head. Bobby didn't bother to comfort him.

Remy's skull ached, but the feeling was overwhelmed by the rest of the sensations in his body. He mewled pitifully, unable to stay quiet.

Bobby hit send on the last form and leaned back. His spine cracked as he stretched. He shut down the computer and filed away the extra copies he always kept. Then, he fastened the walking leash to his kitten's collar. He liked it because he could adjust just how far away the Cajun could get. He tweaked Remy's nose affectionately. "Stay." He released his kitten from his place under the desk. He tugged on the leash and Remy crawled out. He settled on his knees, sitting back on his heels. Bobby cuffed his wrists behind him. The mansion was silent. There was moonlight slanting in on the floor from the end of the hall. Bobby grinned. He figured his kitten had to have lost track of time.

Remy was relieved that it was after midnight. His internal clock was good enough to let him know that. That didn't mean that Logan wasn't around, or that Scott wouldn't be haunting the halls after one of his nightmares he didn't tell anyone about. Bobby didn't bother to say anything, just led his Cajun to the bedroom, slowing only at the stairs. He released the leash. He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and take a quick shower. Remy was on his knees, forehead to the floor, hips moving convulsively. His hands were fisted tight behind him. Bobby was rock hard. He wanted in his boy's ass now. He took a deep breath to get under control. Bobby stroked down his pet's back. The silk against Remy's skin was intolerable. Remy whined and shivered. Bobby patted him. "Soon, kitten, soon," he soothed. Remy sobbed into his gag when Bobby moved away.

Then, Bobby was there again. He pulled on the collar. "Up, kitten." Bobby pulled down the tight black jeans and undid the harness that was holding the merrily buzzing vibrator in. "Such a pretty kitty." Bobby slid easily into the slicked passage. Remy was more that ready for him. Bobby closed his eyes in bliss. It was such a perfect fit. He rode his pet, coming hard. Remy trembled. Bobby released the ropes restraining his boy's cock. "Come, now." Remy came. He panted through his nose as Bobby eased out of him. Bobby stretched. He hooked a finger through Remy's collar and led him to the bed. "On." Remy knelt at the foot of the bed, eyelids still held down firmly. Bobby locked the collar to the foot of the bed and bound Remy's ankles. He tucked the thick comforter around his pet. Remy squirmed until he was fairly comfortable. When he seemed settled, Bobby fastened the thief's ankles to the bed as well. Remy whined behind his gag. "Sleep, kitten." Bobby iced up and laid down. He ran one icy finger from Remy's temple to his chin and licked off the frost he'd left behind. He kissed Remy's temple gently, then laid down to sleep himself.

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