Remy snuggled into Bobby's arms. His mouth was silenced by the penis gag that he always wore to bed. His cock was restrained by a cock-ring and his ass was stretched by a butt-plug. He stroked his master's chest with delicate fingers. "Morning, kitten," Bobby said with a sleepy smile.
He tangled his fingers in Remy's soft hair. Remy nuzzled at Bobby's throat. The feel of leather rubbing against his skin made Bobby's cock stiffen. He closed his eyes and let his pet adore him with soft fingers and delicate brushes of his lashes. Consistently denied his mouth, Remy had learned to express his love differently.
Bobby tugged gently on Remy's bangs. His kitten sat up obediently, eyes twinkling merrily as he settled on his knees, hands on the floor in front of him like a primly seated cat. It was time to put his kitten through his morning paces. Scott would freak if he realized how early Bobby got his kitten up for training. Bobby smirked to himself.
"Your usual morning work-out, kitten. I want to watch your muscles. No, the gag stays in." Remy looked at Bobby with tragic eyes, but there was no compromise in Iceman's gaze. Remy moved through his routine, losing himself in the intricate sequence while Bobby watched him critically. The plug shifted as the thief moved, making him even more focused to ignore the sensations. Remy finished. He looked to his master for approval.
"Good kitten." Bobby pointed to the footstool. "Kneel." Remy knelt on the footstool, facing the corner, while Bobby showered and shaved. Remy scratched at the leather strap that held in his gag. The roughness of the needlepoint cover irritated the Cajun's skin. His body ached from being forced to kneel straight. Any other position would make him fall and he hated being clumsy around Robert.
Bobby toweled off his hair. He smiled, pleased that his kitten had become so docile. The Cajun didn't run around town as often and never without his collar. He was still arrogant and cocky in battle, but Bobby didn't worry about him as much as he'd used to. Remy followed Bobby's orders mostly, but still bucked some of his directives, enough to keep life interesting.
"Go shower, kitten. No, the gag still stays." The gag was the one thing Bobby's pet hated the most. Therefore, Bobby made him wear it every night. Remy scrubbed down. He washed his long hair and conditioned it. His balls ached for release. He caressed his cock mournfully, making sure Bobby wouldn't notice. Then, he was ready to dry off. He charged the water particles and they exploded off his skin with tiny pops.
Bobby had the comics from the paper and was reading them with the same attention he'd give the Business section. Remy settled at his master's feet and leaned his head against the muscled thighs that the Bermuda shorts revealed. Bobby ignored him. The cold fear of being forgotten settled in Remy's stomach. He told it to go away as he fingered the "R" that hung at his neck. He whimpered. "Hush," Bobby said sternly. He knew Remy's fears. He used them. But he also firmly believed that Remy needed to face his fears in order to overcome them.
Remy thought he was going to die. He craved affection like a drug. His stomach clenched like a heroin cramp. He couldn't even beg. His mouth was sealed. He felt tears gathering in his eyes and tried to restrain them. Bobby felt the moisture on his leg. He looked down in alarm to find Remy crying, sobs silenced by his gag.
Carefully, Bobby removed the leather gag. Remy buried his face in the crook of Bobby's neck. Bobby rocked him gently, only partially reassured when Remy wrapped his arms around his throat. "What is it, Cajun, cat?"
"Don' know, Bobby." They were simply lovers in that instant, all games forgotten. "Must've had a nightmare last night. Feelin' awful of a sudden."
Rain splattered against the window suddenly and thunder crashed. Bobby's arms tightened around Remy's waist. He cursed his new phobia. Remy returned the hug. "Mais, y' come back t' bed, Bobby? We cuddle some?" Bobby nodded. They curled up in the bed and just held each other for a long moment.
"Feeling better, kitten?"
"Oui, Robert."
"Then put your gag back on and I'll change you to your proper plug."
Remy licked his lips. He hated the big plug, but he'd long since given up the right to refuse it. He buckled on his gag and went into the bathroom. Bobby'd let him have his constitutional while the plugs were being changed. Bobby cleaned off the small plug while Remy dealt with his biological concerns. Then, the large plug was pushed home. Remy panted through his nose and squirmed to accommodate the intruder.
"To your corner." Remy knelt on his footstool. He wrapped his arms around himself and stared at the paint while Bobby perused their drawer. Sunday was their day off and with the rain, no one would care if they didn't show up for lunch. Most of the couples didn't. Bobby didn't want to waste valuable training time.
He selected a set of leather shackles and a spreader bar to hobble his kitten's stride. Then, he chose a pair of leather cuffs for the fine-boned wrists and a belt to attach them to, as a version of serving chains. A ring gag would replace the penis gag. A posture collar would replace the decorative chain. And nipple clamps would glint enticingly off of Remy's tiny nubs.
Remy waddled to the bed as Bobby indicated and laid down on his back. Bobby attached the spreader bar to the headboard, lifting Remy's legs into the air and exposing his ass invitingly. "Play with yourself, if you want, but you may not come. Understood? Blink once for yes."
Remy blinked. Bobby patted Remy's ass and left to get them some supplies. With Bobby gone, Remy's mind started to run in circles. Would someone find him like this? Would Bobby arrange for him to be found? Would Bobby use his mouth and then leave him hard and aching for a fuck? What if Logan found him and fucked him? Would Bobby laugh or restrict him in a chastity belt as he'd been threatening to do?"
Oblivious to the workings of his kitten's mind, beyond knowing that the fear of discover made Remy horny, Bobby made up a tray of breakfast and lunch. Logan looked at the Icecube. "Listen, Drake. Keep yer boy muzzled. I'm gonna be in my room and I don't want to be disturbed."
"No problem. You want a courtesy fuck before you do whatever you do?"
Logan considered. It'd been awhile for him. "Nope. Boy's yers. It don't feel right."
"Slut's hot for you," Bobby stated. "And he's not going to argue if you do him. Last offer before I lock him up in a belt."
Logan licked his lips. Bobby smiled dangerously. "He's up there right now. All you have to do is pull out the plug and fuck him. I'll be here for about fifteen minutes. Don't waste them."
Logan lingered for another five minutes, then headed to his room. He could smell the Cajun from the hall. He wavered, then went in. He didn't speak, just savored the sight in front of him. The thief was too well caught to even struggle really. He didn't know who was in the room, but he could feel the gaze on his skin. Remy flushed. He squirmed against his bonds.
Logan's cock hardened. He debated one last time, then walked out, closing the door with a firm click. Remy didn't know whether to be relieved or terrified. What if whoever it was told everyone in the house?
Bobby was surprised to find his kitten alone. It really didn't matter if Logan fucked his kitten or not. Remy was a self-acknowledged slut. It was Logan's loss. Bobby set down the tray. He removed the plug and replaced it with his own cock. Remy was hot and tight despite being plugged most of the time. Slowly, Bobby started to thrust.
Remy closed his eyes, savoring the feel of a real cock pounding into him. Remy tried to move into the contact, but Bobby's bondage kept him still. He tried to beg, but his mouth was nothing but a hole stretched open for use. Too much noise would get him plugged there as well.
Bobby watched his kitten's fingers twitch towards the restrained cock with a smile. He stroked the length gently and Remy bucked in his bonds. Bobby thrust forwards one final time and came deep inside his lover. Remy moaned soft and low. He wondered if he'd ever be allowed to come. He felt empty as Bobby eased free with a gentle kiss to each thigh. Bobby's fingers were cold around Remy's over-heated cock. "I don't know if I should let you come or not."
Remy arched up as best he could. Bobby laughed. "Not yet." He left his kitten there and went to play his video games. Remy fought his bonds violently, but they held firm. His fingers could brush his cock, but nothing more. He couldn't even turn his head to watch Robert play. He was nothing, just another toy to be used. He whined through his jacked open mouth.
Bobby sighed. He filled his kitten's mouth with ice with a thought. Remy's hands tried to jerk to his mouth, but metal and leather stopped them short. Now there was no sound possible until the ice melted away. A single tear tracked down Remy's temple into his hair. If he acted up any more, Bobby's leave him all day.
Bobby finally got bored with his games and turned to his kitten. He decided to put the chastity belt on before feeding his pet. He released his pet from the strict rise of the bed. He freed the trapped wrists from his waist. Remy played with his cock and Bobby let him, as he'd given permission earlier. "Hands behind your back." Bobby locked them there with a shiny padlock. He locked the waist band of the belt on first, then released the cock ring. "Come." Remy came, eyes closing. Ice water trickled down his chin as his gag melted. Bobby fed the spent cock into its metal tube, locking it down between his boy's legs. He had no trouble pushing the plug into his boy's ass. Then, the final piece locked into place.
"There we go. Safe and sound. I don't even have to take it off to give you a good internal cleaning." Remy's eyes widened. "And no more worries about what you get up to in town." Bobby dissolved the gag, then removed the ring.
"Maitre?" Remy shifted, legs still spread too wide to have any modesty.
"It's a chastity belt, kitten, made for long term use." Bobby winked. "No more worries about you being a good slut. You have no choice. And the locks respond to my powers only. Any questions?" Bobby unlocked the spreader bar, but left the Cajun's wrists locked to the back of his posture collar.
"Can't y're po' kitten ever come?"
"Only when I decide. So be good."
"Oui, Robert."
"Go kneel by my chair. I'll bring breakfast."
Remy obeyed, feeling the new, strange weight around his waist, deep in his body and controlling his cock with less mercy than a ring. He would have a constant reminder of Bobby now. He knelt down proudly at his master's chair, posture collar lifting his chin high, clamps on his nipples biting firmly. Bobby grinned.
"Pretty kitten," he said in approval.
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