Authors note: 5/8/17 I am still working on this I appreciate the patience. I am suffering through writers block. Also I am still writing on my iPhone. It is totally not ideal. I also should mention characters are not mine, and this BDSM and M/s is not anything healthy that should be practiced or that would hold up in court. - echogray
Gibbs awoke at seven a.m. the next day, which was late for the marine.
He was spent, he looked over in his king size bed and and a smile twitched across his lips, Abby and Tony and nuzzled together and their breathing became in sync with one another.
The life of a Master. He thought to himself, chuckling. He didn't want to go the route of writing down the now legally binding contracts since they had accepted his collar, but he would have to submit them to Jenny for approval.
He wouldn't have ever thought in a million years after Shannon disappeared to god knows where that he would have picked up a slave let alone two, and one of them being Anthony friggin Dominick DiNozzo. Abby, sure everyone already assumed that they were fucking ten ways til Tuesday for years now, and they more or less had been, now they were just making it official, but DiNozzo? God, if Fornell got wind of this collaring, he wouldn't hear the end of it, of course, he did fix Tobias up with Diane, the spritely redhead Shannon met through Stephanie, her best friend.
He sighed and ran his hands across his face and swung his legs out from the warm cocoon.
Tony moaned in protest, and snuggled deeper into Abby's breasts, which incited a giggle from his apparent morning wood.
' Don't you dare get thoughts about fucking or cumming without permission you two. I own those bodies and your orgasms are mine. Whose orgasms are those?'
Gibbs demanded lightly putting slight pressure on the bed, making his presence known.
Two sleep soaked replies came wafting from blanket and body part entombed prisons.
' Yours, Boss.'
Satisfied with the answer Gibbs went to his dresser drawer to find a clear pair of sweats and slid them on along with his red hoodie. Even though it was early spring, the mornings still had a bit of a bite to it.
He wandered two doors down into his ' study ', it was Shannon's old craft room, it had an old Laz E Boy chair and a few book shelves and a desk, but for now, it served its purpose.
He sat down at the modest mahogany desk and pulled out a legal pad and began to scrawl the rules.
Tony's Rules
1. Your body is mine
2. Your orgasms are mine
3. Speak freely
4. Love yourself
5. Walk directly behind me to my left
6. Be attentive
7. Be true to yourself
8. You are not to sleep around
9. You sleep with me and Abby only
10. Alcohol consumption is limited
11. Eat healthy
12. You are mine to mark as I wish, wear them with pride.
Gibbs didn't want to overload them with too many rules, as they already had their normal rules, however, he could add more if he saw fit, however, these rules seemed succinct. He figured that Jen would approve and sign off on them.
It was ' New Navy ' protocol that any agent of the government that sees what the terrors of war bring to the United States, should have a pleasure slave, but it was an unspoken rule that it shouldn't be anyone in the agency that you worked for.
After Shannon had left Gibbs had tried training other slaves, and they always came up short, they were always very attentive, and perhaps too attentive.
He knew that Tony and Abby were always vying for his attention in some way or another, be it caf-pow or a head smack, but they knew how to calm him in his darkest days.
Gibbs sighed and thought a bit, he wasn't sure exactly how to give Abby rules, and give her rules that wouldn't make her permanently wet. He chuckled to himself, on second thought perhaps her being wet twenty four seven wouldn't be such a terrible thing, she could get fucked in the ballistics lab. He grunted and shifted himself. He put pen to paper and began to scribble.
Abby's rules
1. Your body is mine
2. Your pussy is mine
3. I mark you, you wear them with pride.
4. I will limit your Caf-Pow! Intake when I see fit
5. You will only sleep with Tony and me.
6. You will remember your place.
7. Worrying has no place here, honesty and communication are the pillars.
8. When we entertain, you will serve the guests
9. Be attentive
It sounded as if he was being an anti feminist prick, but in the new United States, women slaves did hold a more traditional role. Yes, they still worked out of the house, but they still were attentive to their Masters. Tony would help Gibbs on the manlier end of things, though Abby, could probably do the jobs as well, but, it was necessary to keep appearances and Director Shepherd off his back.
Gibbs looked up as he heard movement, Tony and Abby appeared in the doorway of the study, their naked bodies, a hue of red from the heat of the blankets, Tony's cock semi hard and Abby's nipples semi erect.
They padded over to him and knelt at his feet, arms resting on their thighs. Legs spread slightly open. Waiting, for their Master to acknowledge them.
Gibbs looked down, casting a side eye glance, pleased.
" Good morning, you two." He crooked his finger at Abby, she knelt up and Abby kissed him, tongues dueling. He let go, and looped his finger in the d-ring of her collar, his other hand wandering to her pussy.
"Wet already Pet?"
Abby's cheeks stained red.
" Yes, Sir." She said meekly.
Gibbs grinned wolfishly, and kicked her feet apart so he could get better access to her pussy. His thumb concentrated on her clit, rubbing lightly in circles.
She moaned, grabbing onto his red hoodie sleeves.
' who does this pussy belong to Abby?' He said nipping at her ear. A finger pushing into her carnal cavity, her throaty moan escaping from her lips.
"Yours." She mewed, moving in rhythm with his fingers, two more slipped in with ease.
" Please. Please, Master. Fuck me. Take this pussy." She ground out, trying
desperately to stay above water, and not come without permission. He stood up for
the wing backed chair and she loaned as his thick fingers slid out of her. It took every ounce of preservation for Abby to stand still and wait the millisecond for Gibbs to grab her by the throat and guide her effortlessly to overstuffed couch. Gibbs gently threw her on the couch which she landed with a soft bounce, her breasts pleasantly bouncing. Leroy Jethro Gibbs let out a primal grunt and climbed on top of her, his entire weight crushing her into a mouth bruising kiss, his one hand buried deep in her pitch black hair, his other hand lightly rubbing her throbbing pussy.
Abby was now panting with need, trying desperately to contain her composure.
" You're on birth control correct, slave?" He growled, urgently getting up, shedding his
pants, his thick nine inch cock weeping with precome.
Abby nodded vigorously, as Gibbs climbed on top of her again, his cock sliding into her cunt with ease. She moaned as he pumped into her with ease, she giggled, high on endorphins as Gibbs nipped at her neck and his teeth grazed her nipples. He flipped her so she was sitting on top of him so she could ride him on top.
" Master, I'm so close." She said breathlessly, her hair, tousled around her face, her
eyes beautiful and a bright green, full of sexual hunger. She wanted nothing more than to be told to come by the man she had always loved, and feel the waves of happiness crash over her again and again like a billion starbursts dancing on her skin.
" I'm almost there Abby." He ground out, pushing her off of him and having her kneel in
front of him, he took his big heavy cock, slick and covered in her juices and pumped it in his hands.
" Make me pretty." Abby said, emerald eyes shining up at him, beautiful, loyal trusting
smile, and with that, he pumped his seed all over her neck and face.
Abby sighed, a little disappointed, she didn't get to come herself, but perhaps Gibbs had an explanation for it, she knew better than to ask. She crawled to him, and slid her tongue around his girth, moaning as she tasted herself. Her hands wandered to her pussy and Gibbs slapped her hand away.
" No, Pet." Abby whined with a mouthful of cock, which Gibbs found to be hilarious and. let out a deep belly laugh. Grabbing a fist full of raven locks and guiding her mouth forcefully onto his cock, his erection growing. Gibbs wanted Abby to realize that her pleasure belonged to him, he owned, her pussy, her orgasms and every sexual pleasure. He was going to give it or take it away.
He moaned deeply as he released her hair and she began gently sucking his silky balls, taking his cock shaft and pumping it vigorously.
" Abby, I'm going to come." He said, breathlessly, his orgasm, warming his body, humming through him like a warm embrace. She licked his head again. Encasing the beautiful dick as Gibbs cried out pumping his seed down her throat, moaning lasciviously.
She pulled off of him, dabbing the corners of her mouth, her eyeliner smudged giving her an eerie ghost look, pleased with herself
"Thank you Master." She said, happily, getting up to use the bathroom. Gibbs grabbed her wrist, and cleared his throat.
" Where are you going, without permission?" He asked gravely; His piercing eyes boring into hers with piqued interest.
Abby faltered at the thought and touched her collar, red creeping into her cheeks once more.
" I was going to…Master, may I brush my teeth?" She asked.
Gibbs laughed again, and let her wrists go and patted her butt. He got up and went into the direction of his bedroom, where Tony was still sleeping.
He stood in the doorway and looked at the naked back and partially sculpted butt of Anthony DiNozzo and sighed. He was damned lucky and really didn't deserve having one wonderful slave, but two? He thanked the heavens stars. He crept toward the bed and sat on the edge and gently rubbed Tony's svelte figure.
" Good morning Boy. It's time to wake up." Gibbs said gently, giving Tong time to adjust. Tony stirred, his long eyelashes fluttered, momentarily confused, but when his eyes settled on Gibbs, the happiness and healthy shine returned.
"Mi Amore"
"Ti Amo"
Gibbs leaned down and kissed Tony, Tony inhaled the scent of coffee, sweat and sex and was instantly turned on, he had been released from another Master, that Director Morrow had set him up with because his heart had always been set on Gibbs. He would take a bullet for that man, he would die for that man if Leroy Jethro Gibbs asked, and now it could be made official, the only thing stopping it would be if Director Shepard didn't think that Jethro could handle two slaves.
" Good morning, did you sleep well?" Gibbs asked honestly, he wanted Abigail and Tony to be as comfortable here as they were in their former homes, all of their essential stuff would be shipped to his house in a few days, and NCIS would take care of selling or renting their apartments.
"Yes, Boss." Tony said sleepily, yawning and turning to admire his Master.
" Good, Come downstairs, get dressed. We need to talk about our contract negotiations."
Gibbs said seriously. He got up, much to Tony's behest, and walked out of the room, leaving Tony now nervous, his mind on overdrive. He already had Gibbs rules at work, but these rules, these rules were even more important to him, he had wanted to be and had always practiced negotiation skills, but these weren't really negotiations as much as hard and fast. Tony yawned once more and got out of bed and tugged on his jeans that were in a heap next to the bed, as well as his t shirt and padded downstairs. Abby was already sitting at the left of Jethro's seat, so Tony took the right. He scrubbed his face let out a long sigh and sat down, and waited with baited breath.
" A slave serves his Master without a second thought and with devotion yes?" Gibbs, asked sipping his coffee. They were sitting in the living room, sitting on Gibbs couch looking nervous.
Abby wasn't sure how Gibbs' rules were going to effect her, on the job he was affectionate toward her, but being her Master was another ball game.
"Yes?" DiNozzo and Abby both said in unison with equal devotion.
Gibbs cerculean blue eyes turned shades darker, his teeth flashing in a smile of annoyance.
" Wrong. No. That's how Agents die. That's how they get sold to Masters who give fuck all about them."
He put his coffee down and opened the manila folder that was sitting on the coffee table.
"A Masters job is to make sure that his property is cared for and is loved. Masters job is to make sure his property is held to his standards and is accountable for his…" Abby cleared her throat at his choice of words. " Or her actions."