WARNING THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN EXPLICIT SEX, IT WILL CONTAIN BDSM THAT INCLUDES BUT IS NOT LIMITED TO BONDAGE, SPANKING, NIPPLE CLAMPS, DILDOS, PADDLES, COCK RINGS, AND MUCH, MUCH MORE! IF ANY OF THIS CONTENT DISTURBS YOU DON'T READ IT. IF ANY OF THIS IS TRIGGERY DON'T READ. I WON'T BE OFFENDED BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU WILL TRY IT. BY THE TIME THEY GET TO THE MORE HARDCORE SEXY STUFF THEY WILL HAVE A SAFEWORD. SAFE, SANE, AND CONSENSUAL.

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Leroy Jethro Gibbs walked up the stairs and knocked before entering Director Vance's office. He had been somewhat surprised when the Director wanted to see him first thing.

Director Vance walked over to him when he entered "Gibbs why don't we have a seat, I have something I need to discuss with you."

Gibbs sat in the chair across from the Director's desk "What is this about Vance?" he inquired.

Vance took a deep breath before saying "I think the MCRT needs to requisition a slave. All the other major units have one and it's time the MCRT followed their example."

Gibbs couldn't help but glare "You know how I feel about slaves, Vance. Owning another person is wrong, especially since they've done nothing to deserve it. A blood test taken when they were young declared them submissive and because of that they've become slaves that can be constantly abused. It's not right. I refuse to add a slave to my team. Additionally, adding another member could completely ruin the teamwork we've achieved."

Vance nodded "I understand that Gibbs, but the MCRT is long overdue for a slave. These orders came directly from SecNav. SecNav believes agents doing the filing or completing paperwork is a waste of resources. He wants a slave to do these simple but time-consuming tasks. This would allow our agents to work in the field where we need them the most."

"We've been doing just fine." Gibbs rebuffed.

Vance arched an eyebrow "I never said you weren't but everyone agrees, your agents will be more effective when you have slaves do the menial tasks."

Gibbs sighed "Where would it even stay? Who would be responsible for it?"

Vance smiled "As leader of the MCRT unit, naturally you would have control of the slave while it's not here. It will, in effect, be your slave."

Gibbs' eyes widened "What do mean my slave?"

Vance nodded "The SecNav decided that as a reward for your exemplary work, they would pay to get you a slave of your choosing. What you do with it will be entirely at your discretion."

Gibbs looked at Vance before saying "Declining the offer isn't an option, is it?"

Even though the question was rhetorical Vance answered anyway "Nope. I've already made the arrangements. The Slave House is expecting you within the hour."

Gibbs just nodded and stood up "Guess I'll be going then." He said under his breath and walked out.

Gibbs walked into the Slave House with a grim expression on his face. The Slave House looked like a prison. Starting at the edges of the building, there was an eight foot high security fence with large coils of concertina wire stretched along the top. The building itself was simple grey concrete with glass doors. There was no color on the outside of the building.

Walking in Gibbs went over to the front desk where a man was sitting typing away at a computer keyboard. Clearing his throat, Gibbs said "My name is Leroy Jethro Gibbs. I believe I have an appointment?"

The man looked up and smiled, "Ah yes Mr. Gibbs, my name is Hogan and I will help with all your slave needs today."

Hogan stood from behind the desk and, after shaking Gibbs hand, started to lead him to a back room where the slaves were kept.

Hogan turned back to Gibbs and asked "May I ask if you have any ideas of what features you would like in your slave? Have you had any experience with one?"

Gibbs shook his head "I don't have any experience with slaves personally, and I'm not really sure what I'm looking for."

Hogan nodded understandingly "That won't be a problem at all, why don't we just walk around and I can get a feel for what you like. How does that sound good?"

Gibbs just nodded looking around. The first thing he noticed upon entering the slave area was that the slaves were kept in large cages similar to dog cages. The cages were void of anything except the slaves. There was no furniture, bedding, nothing that would provide comfort of any sort. To say it was slightly disturbing would be an understatement. He noticed one female in particular sitting in the corner of a cage. Upon noticing his arrival, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs as wide as she could to purposely place her genitalia on display. Gibbs' conscience was shocked, but he didn't show any surprise to her actions. After all, the slaves were not allowed to wear clothes in the Slave House since clothing merely impeded the buying and selling of slaves. The slaves no longer appeared to be affected by their situation.

As they walked down the aisles of slaves, Gibbs turned out Hogan's constant chatter. Instead he studied the slaves some of whom regarded him with fear, lust, or, in some instances, both. Each slave appeared trained to pose provocatively as potential customers were paraded by the cages.

He approached one cage and stopped. There, huddled on his knees in the back corner, was a man with brown hair. He was beautiful. Gibbs couldn't remember ever associating that word with a man before, but there was no other way to describe him. He had light brown hair and pale, unblemished skin. He was thin and slightly muscular. What grabbed Gibbs' attention and had him forgetting to breathe were the most gorgeous pair of mesmerizing green eyes. The slave was looking up at him innocently with a spark of hope and an inner light which was undeniable. Gibbs wondered about the hint of fire hidden behind his dark lashes and hoped he would be the one to see them blaze.

Hogan realized Gibbs had stopped when there were no more answers to his questions. He stopped and turned to find what had drawn Gibbs' attention. Smirking, he asked, "He is a beauty isn't he?"

Gibbs didn't respond. He just remained fixated on those green eyes.

"His name is Tony. He is fresh out of training. We only put him in there this morning." Hogan informed him.

Gibbs nodded still not looking away from Tony. Hogan walked over and unlocked the cage "Stand up!" Hogan barked at Tony who hurried to comply before looking at Gibbs, "Would you like to take a closer look?"

Without responding to Hogan, Gibbs nodded without breaking eye contact with Tony and took a step into the cage. Tony stood up and took a submissive pose with his hands clasped at the small of his back and lowered his eyes to stare at both men's feet. Gibbs walked in a circle examining Tony from every angle. There was something about him that drew Gibbs like a moth to flame, a subconscious pull like gravity. Before he could analyze the effect, Hogan started speaking again.

"He really is a rare find, and, of course, untouched by any other. His virginity has been confirmed and the examination results are in my office. We have been visually training him since he was a child. So, what do you think, is he the one?"

Gibbs found himself smiling, "Yeah, I'll take him."

Gibbs watched as Tony looked up and locked eyes with him. Those green eyes showed happiness, surprise, relief, hope and a few other emotions that Gibbs couldn't quite catch before those green eyes became hooded in submission once again.

Gibbs knew there was something special about Tony and smiled while leading him to the desk where he would complete the paperwork and take his slave home. Gibbs was beginning to look forward to seeing Tony in his home.