Author's Notes: Thanks for all the lovely reviews! I'm glad you're getting into the development of Tony and Gibbs relationship. It might be taking a crazy path, but that's the heart of the story.
Warning! Intense, explicit situations in this chapter. BDSM, non-con, dub-con, slash. If you are offended by these topics, don't read this story.
My apologies for the double posting last chapter – FFN has been glitchy, and many people couldn't access the posting. I had to delete and repost. Hopefully that won't happen again.
I look forward to reading your comments!
Chapter 12
When they entered the dining area, everyone stopped and turned to stare. Even some of the other submissives glanced furtively over at the two men standing just inside the doorway. Rick burst into a pleasant grin, while Steve scowled and dropped his fork with a clang, unhappily glaring at his rival and the contrite slave waiting meekly behind him.
"Leroy! How good of you to join us; please have a seat at our table," Rick greeted enthusiastically, earning another angry eyed gaze from Steve who stabbed at his steak with a knife.
"Thanks," Gibbs grumbled, not sharing in the excitement but doing his best to play along. He strode forward, the leash tightening, and Tony had to jump to keep up or he would have been pulled from his feet. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do; all the other slaves were seated in the floor at the low table across the room, but Gibbs wasn't headed in that direction. He moved steadily toward the larger table where the Doms sat. Tony tried to quell his nerves and simply trust the boss knew what he was doing.
When Gibbs arrived at an empty seat, Tony stopped, nearly bumping into him. Gibbs glared unpleasantly. "Kneel," he ordered, pointing at a spot in the floor next to his chair. Tony hesitated, his inner demons not willing to be commanded so easily. Gibbs took a step closer and lowered his voice. "Kneel," he repeated icily.
Tony took a cleansing breath and reminded himself this was just a charade. Determined to follow through with his part of the act, he knelt down as carefully as possible with his hands cuffed behind him; the maneuver took a lot of balance, but he finally succeeded. Instead of being praised, Gibbs merely kicked his legs apart to reveal his genitals and pushed his head forward so he was looking at the floor. Tony gritted his teeth and managed to remain silent despite the degrading pose.
"Well that's an improvement," Rick commented dryly. "Don't you think, Steve?" Tony couldn't tell for sure just by listening, but he thought Rick might be goading his trainer.
"We'll see how long it lasts. I'm betting the little princess screws up before the day is over," Steve challenged confidently.
"If he does, he'll take his punishment and learn from it," Gibbs interjected. "Where's the coffee?"
The conversation drifted to more mundane subjects, and Tony tuned most of it out, staring resolutely at a spot on the floor. He'd almost fallen asleep when a foot nudged his thigh. "Look up."
Tony turned his face toward Gibbs, who was holding out a piece of toast. "Open your mouth."
DiNozzo didn't immediately respond. Gibbs was going to feed him with his hand? For some reason the gesture unnerved him – although after the mini finger-fucking his boss had provided this morning, nothing should really bother him any more where the former marine was concerned. Tony stared at Gibbs' fingers and wondered if those were the same ones that had been inside him, before giving a mental head shake and trying to refocus.
Gibbs waved the food under his nose. "Come on, boy. I know you're hungry, and this is the only way you're eating from now on. So get to it."
Tony's stomach grumbled noisily, and he decided that although awkward, this wasn't nearly as humiliating as kissing Rick's boots. So he parted his lips slightly. Gibbs stuck the toast and the tips of his fingers into Tony's mouth, and the field agent chewed the morsel slowly. Gibbs went back to listening to the conversation around him. A minute or so later a piece of bacon was offered, and Tony let that go in his mouth, too. The process continued for a while, until Gibbs picked up a glass of water and held that out. Gibbs tilted it up and Tony took a few swallows, before Gibbs removed the glass and grabbed a napkin, wiping his chin. Then the procedures were repeated, Tony eating from Gibbs' fingers like a puppy. It was an odd combination of embarrassing and endearing, and Tony couldn't quite wrap his head around the experience. He felt completely dependent on Gibbs, but at the same time felt completely sure that he would be taken care of. He noticed his dick was semi-hard, so it didn't mind what was happening, and that left Tony even more disconcerted.
All in all, though, things were ok – so far, so good. Maybe he could get through this after all.
The men at the table stood, and Gibbs tugged at Tony's leash. The younger man squashed a glare and gingerly rose to his feet, uncoordinated without the use of his hands to steady himself. Gibbs didn't offer to help. "So what's next on the agenda?" Gibbs asked as the other slaves were ushered from the room by several guards.
"Next is exercise time. Come on, I'll show you to the gym." Gibbs walked alongside Rick and Tony trailed behind, trying not to feel ridiculous attached to the leash carried by his boss, his cock bobbing in front of him, and his arms restrained behind him. He felt vulnerable, exposed, excited, stupid, and so many other things it was impossible to quantify them all. He groaned low in his throat to express his frustration; Gibbs glanced over his shoulder and scowled disapprovingly.
Rick laughed. "I'm not sure what you did while you guys were holed up the last few days, but it seems to have made an impact. Your boy definitely seems a lot better behaved."
"We're still working on it," Gibbs answered as they entered a room filled with exercise equipment. Several armed guards were placed throughout the area in order to ensure compliance from the unrestrained slaves. Moving to a large bin, Rick fished out a pair of tight, red, spandex shorts.
"He can wear these. We don't want any accidents."
Gibbs took the shorts and cocked a smirky smile. Tony narrowed his eyes while Gibbs bent over. "Step in," he demanded, waiting for Tony to put his feet in the shorts, which were then pulled over his legs, Gibbs paused to stare meaningfully at Tony's partial hard-on. DiNozzo blushed, causing Gibbs to chuckle and pull the shorts over his ass, which he then patted indulgently. The younger man felt totally thrown off his equilibrium by Gibbs' behavior. Next Rick held out a pair of sneakers, which Gibbs also helped Tony put on, lacing them up for him.
Tony was then led over to a treadmill, where Gibbs unhooked his hands. The Dom adjusted the settings and whacked Tony on the rear to get him moving. "Gotta keep that ass looking peachy," he drawled, causing Tony to close his eyes and shake his head. Gibbs seemed to be enjoying his role a little too much for DiNozzo's taste.
He was left to walk, while Gibbs joined Rick who was watching the dozen or so slaves currently using various pieces of exercise equipment. The two Doms talked and laughed, and it made Tony incredibly angry to see them so comfortable and at ease; Gibbs with his arms folded over his chest and Rick gesturing while telling some story.
Light glinted off a silver bracelet dangling from the former psychiatrist's wrist, and his shirt was open to reveal a silver chain around his neck. A diamond ring adorned his pinky and he wore a larger jeweled ring on the thumb of his opposite hand. His snug pants were made of supple black leather. The fact that this man was making a fortune off kidnapping and selling innocent victims who had no desire to participate in their kinky sex trade sent shards of rage through Tony's veins and he wanted to punch something – Rick's face would do nicely, but Gibbs' was coming in a close second. He realized his boss was only doing what he had to in order to maintain their cover, but did he have to be so damn smug about it?
Tony jabbed at the controls on the treadmill, turning it up so he could break into a run. Immediately Gibbs and Rick stopped talking, and the silver-haired man marched over to his side.
"What are you doing?" he asked sharply.
"I wanted to run," Tony responded. "Is that a problem? I thought we were here to exercise."
Gibbs' mouth pinched so little lines formed around his lips.
"I guess you forgot your role for a minute, boy. If I want you to run, I'll tell you. But since you made that decision yourself, you can just keep on running until I say you've had enough." He glanced at his watch. "If you touch that control panel one more time I'll have you wear mitts for the next week. And don't even think about stopping."
His voice was a fierce growl, and Tony wasn't sure who was talking to him – his boss or some crazy Dom. Gibbs walked back to Rick, his face somber. He was taking being undercover to an entirely unnecessary level.
Tony continued to run – and run – and run. He glanced at Gibbs occasionally, who seemed to have no intention of putting an end to this. He passed the twenty minute mark and started to feel an ache in his side and his breath grew short. His injuries weren't completely healed, the ribs giving him the most residual trouble, and it occurred to him that he couldn't keep this up much longer. What was Gibbs doing? What kind of point was he trying to prove? All the other slaves were now gone, and only Tony remained, consumed by the sound of his feet slapping on the treadmill belt and his harsh breathing. He was gasping for air and his legs felt like jelly; it was only a matter of time until he crashed face first onto the rapidly moving belt. He wobbled, and nearly lost his balance, grabbing the sides of the treadmill as he struggled to keep his feet.
Suddenly Gibbs was there, turning down the machine until Tony was walking, and then shutting it off entirely. Tony leaned over and rested his hands on his knees, his stomach churning and his lungs burning.
"Here." Gibbs thrust a water bottle at him, and Tony took a few swigs, waiting for his heart to stop hammering in his chest. He straightened up and experienced a bout of vertigo; Gibbs grabbed his arm. "Sit." Tony gratefully plopped down on his bottom, convinced the next command from Gibbs would be for him to roll over.
After a few minutes his body started to calm down and his heart rate returned to a more normal level. He glanced up to find unreadable blue eyes staring down at him.
"You ok?" Gibbs asked.
"Fine," Tony replied harshly. "What was that about?"
"Proving I'm a Dom," Gibbs replied without further explanation, pulling Tony up by the arm and leading him to a door on the other side of the room that opened to a bathroom and shower facility. "Take off those damn shorts and clean up." Tony barely caught the towel Gibbs threw at him. By the short words and clipped tone, it was apparent Gibbs was highly pissed off, but Tony couldn't figure out why the incident was such a big deal.
"You and Rick were awfully chummy over there while I was running my ass off," Tony commented, peeling the sweat-soaked shorts off his legs. At least his dick had chosen to stop vying for attention.
Gibbs' eyes blazed. "DiNozzo, get in the shower and not another word from you, understand?"
Tony seethed at the dismissal, but the hard glare from Gibbs made him think twice about continuing to bait the older man. He hadn't expected Gibbs to be quite this….dominating. It made his skin itch.
"Fine," he said petulantly and climbed in the shower. When he finished, Gibbs was waiting.
"Rick is showing me around the facility; you will come with us but not one sound out of you. Got it?" Gibbs maintained the pissy attitude, refastening the cuffs behind him. "You've already done enough today that I'm going to have to punish you for later."
"Got it," Tony allowed, still angry and belligerent; he couldn't stop from pulling at the cuffs. "What do you mean, punish me?"
"Just don't do anything else stupid," was the only answer Gibbs supplied before clipping on the leash and striding out the door.
He followed behind his "master", concentrating on not drawing attention to himself, figuring he was already too much in both a literal and figurative doghouse. Gibbs took his time exploring the compound, and Tony couldn't help but be impressed with the way the experienced agent asked pertinent questions and took in all the details of the camp that imprisoned them. Gibbs paid careful attention in the communications building, and Tony could almost see the gears in his boss' head turning as he surveyed the equipment and layout of the area.
Rick preened his way proudly through the tour, bragging about their security measures and ability to operate under the nose of the government without ever being caught. Even when the obnoxious man was touting all his accomplishments, Gibbs' face retained a placid mask of neutrality.
"You keep a tight grip on the operation," Gibbs observed, his blue eyes documenting everything in the room. Tony stood behind him, conducting his own careful observation. Gibbs' eyes found his and he looked expectant. For a second Tony didn't know what Gibbs wanted, and then he realized the silver-haired man expected him to kneel. Tony gave a put upon sigh and once again sank to his knees, not surprised when Gibbs' hand tilted his head down so he was looking at his own lap.
"Absolutely," Rick concurred. "Movement in and out of the camp is strictly controlled. There is no cell phone service, so we don't have to worry about anyone communicating unless they do it out of here. We have phones, internet, and surveillance equipment operating in this location. The only way to call out is with my permission and authorization. The perimeter and all buildings are monitored using cameras in various locations; guards are stationed in this room at all times. If anything is amiss, we'll know it almost immediately." He clapped a bearded man sitting amid a bank of screens on the back.
"What about people who leave? Surely some of the guards and other workers decide to quit after a time," Gibbs questioned. "Aren't you concerned they'll expose you?"
Rick smiled like a snake that had just eaten a rat. "We make sure everyone who leaves understands the repercussions of any information leaks. Steve is useful in dealing with people who need to be reminded of that fact. We've taken care of a few difficulties, and that's left a clear message for others that we mean business."
Gibbs managed to look impressed. "I guess you've covered all the bases."
"I've tried. So far we've stayed out of trouble and I intend to keep it that way. The profit is too good and to be honest, I enjoy the work. It's definitely better than going to a real job five days a week."
Gibbs moved closer to Tony and placed a hand on the back of his neck, stroking his hair gently. The muscles in Tony's back bunched up at the unexpected touch, but Gibbs kept stroking until the prickly sensation went away and was replaced by something warm that spread down his spine and into his groin. Tony watched his dick get hard again and bit his lip. He really didn't know how much more of this he could take.
"This job does have its benefits," Gibbs commented wryly, gaining another chuckle from Rick.
"Let's have a quick lunch and then you can show us how you handle a training session. Based on the results I've seen so far, it must be pretty impressive."
Gibbs squeezed Tony's neck when his agent tensed at those words. It wasn't unexpected, but Tony didn't how he was going to deal with being trained by Gibbs, even if it was just for show.
He tried to ignore the growing anxiety that built throughout the midday meal, almost oblivious to the fact Gibbs was feeding him again. He moved on autopilot, only focused on what could possibly be in store for him in the training room. By the time Gibbs pulled on his leash again he was a bundle of nerves.
Soon enough, they were at the door of the training room and it was time to go inside. Tony jumped when Gibbs rubbed the small of his back. "Try to relax," Gibbs whispered in his ear; "I'm going to take care of you."
As they stepped inside, Tony attempted to ignore the overwhelming desire to make an ill-advised dash back into the hallway.
The equipment took on an entirely different meaning now that Gibbs was here to train him with it. He felt his chest tighten and his heart pound. All of the beams, buckles, chains, and padded leather cushions were intimidating under the best of circumstances; he couldn't even picture his boss being the one to force him onto one of these devices.
Rick prowled the room and stopped by a strange contraption that made Tony shudder from head to toe. He'd steadfastly refused to even look at it every time they entered the room previously. It had a place for someone to kneel on all fours with buckles to hold them in place over a padded bar. A device that held a long, thick rubber dildo sat menacingly behind where the person would be secured; the height could be adjusted to fit the occupant who would not be able to move away from being impaled by the toy.
"You could always start with the fucking machine," Rick purred cruelly. "It might loosen him up some."
Tony's green eyes were wide with a slight hint of fear; they followed Gibbs as he explored the room, picking up various implements and looking inside drawers and cabinets. Surely Gibbs wouldn't go that far to impress these kooks? Eventually he came back to stand next to Tony.
"No, I don't think that's necessary," Gibbs finally answered, before adding wickedly. "Yet."
What the hell? Tony didn't have much time to process this new, slightly crazy version of Gibbs before the silver-haired man wrapped his hand in Tony's leash and reeled him in like a gasping carp. Tony's bare body was forced against Gibbs' muscled torso, his eyes nearly even with DiNozzo's, the blue depths searching deep inside him offering up something the younger man didn't know if he could accept, even here and now when had no choice. Gibbs leaned next to his ear, his moist breath warm on Tony's skin. "Trust me, Tony."
DiNozzo went completely rigid when Gibbs' lips descended on his earlobe, sucking the flesh and nipping along the sensitive shell. His boss continued gently biting down Tony's neck, moving along his jaw until, with crushing force, Gibbs captured Tony's mouth with his own.
It was every wet dream he'd ever had come to life. Gibbs' lips pressed into his as a hand curled in his hair holding him in place and pressing them together. Tony tasted coffee and mint right before Gibbs' tongue found its way inside, thoroughly exploring along teeth and gums. He forgot how to breathe, how to think, and could only stand there and feel as Gibbs kissed him fiercely, passionately, like he was the only person in the world that mattered. Electricity shot down his spine and his cock curved rock hard against his belly when Gibbs' sucked his lower lip before releasing his mouth and staring at his handiwork.
"Like that?" Gibbs asked, leaning down farther to gently bite the skin at the juncture of Tony's neck and shoulder, teeth pressing harder and tongue lapping roughly until he drew away satisfied with the mark he'd made. Tony groaned helplessly, his eyes half-closed as he struggled to keep from rutting against Gibbs' thigh like an animal in heat. "Good boy," Gibbs praised, and Tony's eyes flicked wide, reality returning with harsh intensity.
It's just a game. None of this is real.
Tony barely protested when he was suddenly propelled toward a bench and pushed over it, his ass in the air, and Gibbs kicked his legs apart. Gibbs rested a calloused hand in the middle of his back as he used his other hand to reach for a few of the items he'd picked up on his journey around the training room. Cold, wet, gel hit his crack, and Tony yelped, his overloaded brain struggling to digest what was going on. Gibbs' finger entered him again, working its way into his hole without preamble. Tony nearly choked, the idea of everyone in this room watching making him sick. It was nearly impossible to process that one minute he was being kissed like a cherished lover and the next tossed around like a common whore.
Tony tried to push up, but Gibbs held him down with unyielding force. The Dom added another finger and a strangled sound escaped Tony's throat; he closed his eyes and wished he could disappear, trying to hold still while Gibbs opened him up with military precision.
A part of him thought it felt awfully good, but he cut off that line of thinking. This was wrong in so many ways. It wasn't private, or intimate, or really even consensual even if he had daydreamed about something like it in the past.
Gibbs' fingers retreated and cold rubber took their place, slipping inside him and Tony flinched, once again bucking upward. Gibbs' sticky fingers splayed across his back. "Easy, boy," he said, his voice containing a husky gravel that Tony had never heard before. He shivered.
"Boss," DiNozzo whispered without thinking. "Please." He didn't know what he was asking for…..for Gibbs to stop, or continue, or to simply take him away from here. Gibbs tapped his ass with the flat palm of his hand.
"Quiet; I didn't give you permission to speak."
Tony blinked. If he hadn't known better he would've thought Gibbs actually was a trainer. He tried to calm down and relax, reminding himself this was what they had to do, and it was better Gibbs than a total stranger. Unfortunately his internal pep talk didn't erase the anger blossoming in the pit of his stomach.
When Gibbs leaned over his back and the smell of rubber filled his nostrils, Tony nearly snapped his head into the other man's nose. It was only the highest level of self-control he could muster that prevented it. "Open your mouth," Gibbs ordered, pushing a red ball against his lips.
Tony sputtered and the ball was shoved inside, lodging behind his teeth. In a second he could feel straps around his head fastening the gag in place. He made a half desperate, half enraged sound deep in his throat and shook his head, letting daggers fly from his wide eyed gaze.
I trusted you.
Gibbs ignored his unspoken plea. "Let's not take a chance you'll say something you'll regret," Gibbs commented, tugging Tony to his feet and leading him to a corner.
Without concern for bruised knees, Tony was shoved onto the floor. Gibbs unfastened his cuffs, and DiNozzo moved the stiff muscles trying to loosen out the cramps that had set in. "Time for a change in position," Gibbs stated, gathering Tony's hands and lifting them above his head, efficiently attaching the wrist cuffs to a chain dangling from the ceiling.
The older man separated Tony's knees and wrapped a hand around his half-hard dick, stroking it into a semi-erection.
Tony felt like his heart was going to pound straight out of his chest. He caught Gibbs' eye, and shook his head no, trying to wordlessly beg for some kind of mercy. For a fleeting instant he saw the blue ice soften, only to be replaced by frozen hardness.
"You need to learn to keep this at attention." There was no emotion in Gibbs' voice. Tony worked to breathe through his nose when Gibbs reached in his pocket and pulled out a rubber cock ring. Tony made a useless effort to scoot away from Gibbs, but he couldn't really move. There was nothing he could do when the ring was slipped down onto the base of his dick, and Gibbs continued to pump him until he was fully engorged. He couldn't stop a moan, which earned a sad smile from his boss and a thumb sweeping across his cheek.
"Now watch. Try to learn something." Gibbs stood up and walked away, leaving Tony sweating, shaking, and stewing in a cloud of confusion.
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Vance finished reading the report on his desk and closed the file. He tapped his fingers on the manila folder, mentally reviewing the information that had been collected on the possible human trafficking ring. The investigation indicated indentured individuals were being sold at clandestine auctions held at various locations around the country. The slaves were then shipped around the globe, few if any, remaining in the United States. Whoever was running this show wasn't stupid.
Several prominent and obscenely wealthy men were rumored to frequent the auctions; Nakamura's name came up frequently.
Currently the case was stalled; rumor was all the investigators had to go on since there was no evidence to support the theories and outrageous stories told by a few people who claimed to have been associated with the operation. No one could reveal where the auctions were occurring or where the slaves were being trained. Without that type of solid evidence, there was nothing that could be done.
Vance flipped the file open again, sifting through the pictures of the missing men. He picked up a photo of DiNozzo; he had to admit the agent met the profile completely. The Director wanted to think that the eccentric man had simply up and left, but in his gut – and yes, whether Gibbs would want to believe it or not, he had his own gut – that didn't sit right. DiNozzo would never just leave without a word; he'd fought too hard to get back to the team he considered his family.
Could he in good conscience ignore the possibility that an agent on his team had more than likely been kidnapped and forced into slavery? He doubted DiNozzo would survive long in a situation that required total obedience. Hell, he didn't think DiNozzo could even be quiet for longer than a five minute stretch. Unless he was forced to be. There was a high probability the next body they found would belong to the Senior Field Agent.
He picked up his cell phone and dialed Gibbs' number, frowning when it went straight to voice mail like it had for the past few days. Where had the damn man gone off to? He realized his mistake at suspending the Lead Agent; at least if Gibbs had been in the office he could have been monitored. Now there was no telling what crazy shit the former gunnery sergeant was stirring up.
Vance stood and walked over to the window, staring out while considering his options. If it had just been DiNozzo missing, it might have been safe to cut their losses and forget about him. But Gibbs…there was a good chance Gibbs would show up in a few weeks with Nakamura and everyone else involved cuffed and ready for processing. He couldn't say exactly what was going on between Gibbs and DiNozzo, but he doubted there was any scenario in which Gibbs didn't find his longest serving agent.
He'd overheard Abby telling Ziva and McGee she thought the two men were attracted to each other. He had a hard time believing that; what could Gibbs possibly see in the annoying, loud-mouthed Italian? Vance shook his head to erase the mental image that popped into his brain. He really didn't want to go there.
Regardless, this was now about containment, because a rogue Gibbs was a very dangerous commodity. Nothing he might do would surprise the Director.
He moved back to his desk and picked up his landline. "Get me the Director of the FBI," he barked, and settled in his leather chair to wait for the return call. He'd played the game long enough to know when it was time to make a move.
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Tony stopped trying to figure out how long he'd been watching the activity in the room, his body swaying a little as he drifted in an uncomfortable haze. His jaw ached from being held open by the gag, his arms ached from being stretched over his head, his quads ached from supporting his body weight, and his cock ached from being hard without any possibility of release.
He could feel Gibbs watching him and he glared, hoping the older man could feel his burning anger scorching out of his eyes. The only time Gibbs had approached him over the last few hours was when Tony had tried to stop watching, earning him a sharp headslap and a command to pay attention. That didn't mean he wasn't the focus of Gibbs' interest; there wasn't a moment the silver-haired man let his steely gaze turn to something else. None of the other trainers attempted to work with him; it was clear who he belonged to even if it was only for now. Even Steve kept a safe distance, pretending Tony didn't exist. It was like Gibbs' ownership was branded on him, and he supposed based on the throbbing bruise on his neck, in a way it was.
That knowledge made him feel safe, secure, cared for, and completely turned on despite everything else that was happening. And it confused the hell out of him. He didn't want to feel this way. He stoked his anger by following Gibbs' command and watching the others, ignoring the way his cock throbbed every time those blue eyes assessed his every movement, every sound, every breath.
The men he was observing seemed mostly detached from what was being done to them, and he couldn't tell if they got any enjoyment out of the scenes or not. He saw men whipped until they came without ever being touched, men giving head while being spanked, men tortured with floggers, butt plugs, dildos, and canes. The worst were the ones attached to the fucking machine, which he decided was his worst possible nightmare. Their bodies moved in rhythm with the unyielding pounding from the device, their mouths hanging open and their eyes rolled back in their heads until they came in shuddering, uncontrollable waves of agony or ecstasy, he didn't know which. Most of the slaves were also fondled, kissed, and petted, but it didn't make up for the fact they weren't allowed to speak or really even participate in what was happening beyond the fact they were receptacles for sexual pleasure.
Kate would've probably thought this was a fantasy of Tony's; sex play with no strings attached. But it wasn't. Not even close. Anger flared hot across his veins again and he shook with the inability to release it. He welcomed the feeling since it was something he could understand, unlike the fleeting glimpses of enjoyment that caught him by surprise and he shoved away with brief acknowledgment.
Somehow he was so lost in his own head he had missed Gibbs coming up behind him, and he jumped when his boss and tormentor whispered in his ear. "I'm going to untie you. Don't do anything reckless."
Once Tony's hands were released he was pulled to his feet, swaying as he regained his balance after being restrained so long. Gibbs wrapped a hand around his bicep and didn't let go as he prodded Tony toward the door.
"Are you joining us for dinner?" Rick asked, leering at Tony's body.
"No, I think I need to finish up with my boy in private. He has a few more lessons to learn tonight."
Tony glared and Gibbs tightened his grip.
"I can see that," Rick agreed. "He's still fighting his submission. Nakamura won't mind – he likes some fire in his slaves. But it won't hurt to tone it down some."
Gibbs just nodded in agreement.
"I'll send Josh with some food. Have a good night." He cupped Tony's balls and tugged, and DiNozzo jerked back instinctively. Gibbs held him in place until Rick finished fondling him. "You've got your work cut out for you Leroy."
"Damn right about that," Gibbs muttered and forced Tony out the door.
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Gibbs didn't bother with the leash. Instead he held onto Tony the entire way back to their room, not loosening his bruising hold until they were safely inside and the door clicked shut behind them.
The walk had taken forever, or so it seemed, just like the time in the training room had moved like a slow march toward death. Seeing Tony trussed up like that, being the target of his agent's angry glares, had nearly done him in. He had struggled the entire session, torn between his Dominant side taking pleasure in the sight of his boy, and yes Tony was his boy, and the knowledge that given the choice, Tony wouldn't have wanted any of this. A few weeks ago he had decided it was time to let Tony know how he felt, and try to finally put an end to all the frustration by pursuing something with the younger man. But now, now that was impossible. Tony would never forgive him or understand that being a bastard was the only thing that was going to save them.
He hadn't taken off the gag, the cock ring, or removed the butt plug, so he knew Tony had to be uncomfortable on the walk back. When he had Tony in the center of the room, he carefully unsnapped the cock ring first, hearing Tony sigh when it came off. His dick stayed hard though, and the tension didn't leave his body.
He spun Tony around and shoved him over the soft leather couch, taking the end of the plug and easing it out of his agent's hole. When it was gone, Tony sighed again. Still, the tension remained; his shoulders tight and his muscles shaking.
Finally, Gibbs reached for the gag, releasing the buckles and taking it out of Tony's mouth. DiNozzo spit on the floor and made a face, apparently not happy with the taste of rubber. Gibbs let his fingers drift over Tony's cheek, hoping to soothe away some of the anger before it raged out of Tony unchecked.
Tony jerked his head away. "Don't touch me," he seethed. "Don't you fucking touch me."
Gibbs moved over and sat down in the chair, waiting to see what DiNozzo would do next. He crossed his legs and folded his hands, relying on the quiet calm honed over the years in combat situations. It didn't take long for the explosion to occur.
Tony closed his eyes and breathed heavily through his mouth. When he opened them, the hazel green eyes were nearly black with rage. "Take these off of me," he demanded, holding out his cuffed wrists. "I want them off now; I can't stand them anymore."
Gibbs shook his head. "I can't do that, Tony. Someone could come in here any time and I'd never be able to explain it. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize!" Tony yelled. "I don't want your damn apology! I want to go home!"
His hands clenched at his sides, and Gibbs could tell he was looking for an outlet, something to focus his anger on. He started pacing in small circles, running his hands through his hair leaving it in unkempt clumps.
"You….you…did the exact things to me they would have. How could you do that?" He strode around the boundaries of the room, stopping beside the table where a crystal pitcher and glasses sat. Gibbs noticed he was shaking so hard his shoulders quaked. He rested his hands on the edge of the wooden surface and let his head slump forward.
"I had no choice, Tony. In order to protect you I have to prove to them I'm a Dom, like them."
"You had no choice?" Tony screamed, his voice louder than Gibbs had ever heard it before. "You had no choice? I'm the one without a choice!" He picked up a glass and threw it against the wall where it shattered, raining clear pieces onto the tiled floor. He took his arm and swept the rest of the crystal off the table letting it crash loudly into a million shards.
Gibbs rushed forward, trying to stop him before one of the guards heard and came to investigate the noise. By the time he reached his out of control agent, Tony had already hefted the table itself and heaved it into the wall, watching it break and splinter into chunks. DiNozzo turned in search of something else to destroy.
The former marine wrapped his arms around the younger man and locked his hands in place, pinning Tony's arms to his sides.
"Let me go! I told you not to touch me!" He jerked from side to side, trying to dislodge Gibbs so he could continue to rampage. "Get your fucking hands off me!"
"Calm down!" Gibbs demanded. "You're going to have the whole damn camp in here!"
Tony continued to buck and squirm, his naked skin sweat slick and slippery. Gibbs refused to let go. "I'm not stopping until you get yourself under control," Gibbs warned.
"No! Don't tell me what to do!" Tony bent a little and rose up quickly, sending them both to the ground with a solid thud. Gibbs heard the breath leave Tony's body in a rush, and his agent stilled; he used the momentary pause to flip over and climb on top of Tony straddling him and grabbing his hands, holding them down by his head.
When Tony realized he was restrained, he fought again, thrusting his hips and trying to force his shoulders off the ground. Gibbs could see the wildness in his eyes and found it unsettling, but he rode out the storm, letting Tony thrash and flail until he wore himself out, eventually lying unmoving on the floor, panting harshly. The crazed look was replaced by a dull fog, and Gibbs wondered if Tony was even aware of where he was anymore.
"You with me, Tony?" he asked softly, hoping to get DiNozzo back to his normal self. "Are you ok?"
Tony blinked but didn't answer, and Gibbs thought he looked less like a federal agent and more like a lost little boy.
"If I let you go will you fight me again?"
Tony's mouth twitched and he gave his head a small shake from side to side.
Gibbs took him at his word and rolled off him, standing up and helping a shaky Tony stand, too. His agent had gone from an uncontrollable maniac to a completely silent statue; Gibbs grasped his hand and led him to the bed. The older man settled him under the covers, crawling in beside him.
Gibbs circled his arms around Tony's quivering shoulders, holding him closely. He tucked Tony's head under his chin, letting his lips settle near DiNozzo's ear. He whispered that everything would be alright, they would get home, and he would never tell a soul what had happened here.
The salty wetness on Tony's cheek was something neither man would need to mention tomorrow.