Author's Notes: Sorry it's taken so long to post this; I've been incredibly busy with work and my graduate class. I would've liked more time to revise this chapter, but my schedule isn't going to get any better so I might as well just post it :-) Thanks for your wonderful responses last chapter! I don't know if this is where you thought things would go next, but be assured there will be a happy ending and the end of their time at the camp is getting close! (And don't be too mad at Gibbs, his heart is in the right place).
WARNING: BDSM, non-con, dub-con, slash. Very kinky things lie ahead. If this offends you, do not read.
Chapter 15
Steve gurgled and wheezed as Gibbs continued to strangle him; the trainer scrabbled his fingers against the unrelenting forearm locked around his neck. Tony looked up from his position on the floor to witness stark hatred burning a pale fire in the blue eyes he knew so well. He'd seen them blaze this way a few other times – after Kate died, when children were at risk – but never when it involved him. He was amazed, entranced, and scared to death. Gibbs was about to murder Steve because of him, and even if his tormentor was dead, it didn't mean that he and Gibbs would get out of this nightmare safely. More than likely they would both be executed and tossed to the bottom of the lake. This was all his fault, and he had no idea what to do to stop it.
Gibbs tightened his grip and Steve's eyes bulged like they were going to pop out of his head. "What the hell makes you think you can touch him like that?" he whispered in Steve's ear.
Steve gasped for air. "Doesn't….belong….to you," he spat out defiantly.
That statement just made the former marine squeeze harder and Steve began to thrash, his feet kicking at Gibbs' shins as he struggled to break free.
"Boss," Tony called out, trying to salvage the situation as fear for Gibbs overrode any fear he had for himself. The guards had moved in closer and were pointing their weapons right at the lead agent. "Don't kill him…I'm ok." He really wasn't ok, he was about as far from ok as he could get, but he wouldn't let Gibbs get shot for his dumbass mistake. He licked his lips and tried again to steady his voice and speak louder. "Let him…let him go."
Rick stalked up and placed a hand on Gibbs' shoulder. "Let's talk this out," he said calmly. "So no one else gets hurt." Several long seconds passed as Gibbs weighed up Rick's words. Steve quit struggling, waiting for a choice to be made. Tony glanced over his shoulder, silently pleading with his eyes for Gibbs' to listen. The former marine abruptly let go of his victim, who sputtered and stumbled away while the guards stepped back and lowered their weapons, some of the thick tension draining out of the charged atmosphere.
"He tried to kill me!" Steve stated the obvious, rubbing the rapidly forming bruise on his neck. "He fucking tried to kill me!"
Gibbs' lip curled. "That was a sleeper hold, you moron. All it would have done is knock you out so we wouldn't have to listen to your idiotic mouth."
More like the sleep of death, Tony thought, grateful Gibbs seemed to have come back to reality even though he would've liked nothing more than to watch the former gunnery sergeant squash Steve like a worthless bug.
The sadistic trainer massaged his neck and glared at Gibbs, his entire head tomato red from the exertion. His nostrils flared and he surged toward Gibbs, ready to start the fight all over again.
"Hey!" Rick cried, stepping between the two men. "Stop it! This situation is bad enough without you two killing each other. Now get a grip." He placed both hands flat on Steve's chest and shoved the man back, where he sulked like a wounded animal circling for another attack.
"Would anyone care to explain what happened here?" Rick asked, barely containing his fury as he glared at each Dom in turn. "Because as far as I can tell this is a complete cluster fuck."
Steve took the opportunity to share his version of events. "I'll tell you what the hell happened; you asked me to have that other slave, Mark, ready by the auction and I wanted to give him some extra attention. Well, the bastard came without permission. I used the whip to teach him a lesson about how to show respect for his master." He glanced at Tony. "Your golden boy here started pitching a fit, banging into the bars of the cage until I thought he was going to knock himself senseless. I had Josh get him out before he hurt himself. We barely had the gag off him before he went crazy – grabbed Josh's whip off his belt and set himself up to avenge Mark's whipping." Steve ran fingers gingerly over the blood crusted wound on his cheek. "He lashed me on the face and I'm not going to let that go. He has to be punished; I don't care what Leroy has to say about it."
Rick dispassionately glanced at Tony who was restrained on all fours at the fucking machine. He was shaking from the surge of adrenaline and from the possibility of having a dildo rammed up his ass over and over again; the hard rubber tip was already pressing against his hole. Despite his fear, he refused to look at Rick or beg for mercy. If this was his consequence he would try his best to take it; he wished Mark hadn't been shot, but in his heart he knew he couldn't just watch Steve nearly kill the guy and do nothing. He had to try and help. It was why he'd become a cop in the first place.
Gibbs spoke up, his voice like a splash of icy water. "I'll punish him."
Steve laughed and faced Rick. "You aren't going to continue supporting this, are you? This guy nearly killed me for touching a slave that belongs to us!" He faced Gibbs. "What'll you do, spank him into a mind blowing orgasm? I don't think so. This requires a real punishment and I intend to be the one to hand it out."
Gibbs folded his arms and addressed Rick. "Steve's so pissed off he'll kill the boy. That's why I was trying to take him down before he did any permanent damage to a slave that needs to be in decent shape to sell in a few weeks."
Rick ran a hand through his hair, conflicted by the decision. "Steve's right about one thing, this behavior has to be dealt with severely, Leroy. I don't know if you can handle it."
"I understand," Gibbs stated, not looking at Tony who was actually starting to worry. What kind of punishment were they talking about? Would Gibbs really let them go through with using this medieval torture device on him? He glanced over his shoulder at the menacing structure and shuddered, determined not to show his concern but unsure if he could withstand it.
"However," Gibbs continued; voice calm and clear. "I don't think it makes sense to use fucking as a punishment when that's what we're trying to train him to do. You want him to like to fuck, not freak out every time someone gets near his hole."
The owner mulled that over, smoothing the back of his hair absently, grey eyes revealing nothing. "Point taken, Leroy. The fucking machine is out as a punishment. So what do you have in mind?"
The entire conversation taking place like he wasn't even around reminded Tony of being a kid in a room full of adults. He thought about offering some suggestions, but decided Gibbs was working too hard to literally get his ass out of trouble, and he wouldn't make it any worse. So he bit his tongue and stayed quiet.
He could hear movement and muffled words, but the direction he was facing made it impossible to figure out what was going on. The lack of information was driving him crazy and his muscles were starting to twitch from the uncomfortable position. The dildo poked at him whenever he made the slightest adjustment. Finally, Rick spoke again.
"I think that would be acceptable."
Steve grunted. "Let me do it, Rick. I'm the one he attacked."
There was another long pause. "No, you're too upset. We still need him in one piece for the auction. We're already down a slave and there's no way in hell I'm going to lose the profit on two. Go to the infirmary and check on Mark and get your face cleaned up. I'll stay here and make sure the punishment is carried out effectively."
Steve's bushy eyebrows knitted together, and he clearly didn't like the idea, but after an internal debate he acquiesced to Rick's leadership. He stopped next to Gibbs on his way out of the room. "This isn't over," he threatened before his heavy footsteps receded away. Tony was pleased with the small victory since he was confident that Gibbs had figured out a way to inflict a punishment without really punishing him at all.
He jerked when Gibbs appeared next to his shoulder and leaned down to unfasten his cuffs from the machine. Tony met his blue eyes, deciding it was time to break a rule. "Sorry, Boss," he whispered. "I didn't think I had a choice."
Gibbs stopped moving and studied him for a while, his face a stoic mask. "Neither do I." He continued with his work and hooked a hand under Tony's armpit to pull him to his feet. Tony tried to read something in his face, to find some sign that everything was going to be alright, but there was nothing. The expression was flat and closed.
Gibbs prodded Tony to the center of the room. One arm was lifted and attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling, his second arm followed. A spreader bar was handed to Gibbs by Rick; it was attached to a ring in the floor and each of his ankles was locked in place. If Gibbs hadn't been the one doing this, Tony would have been terrified. He was in a position of abject vulnerability, completely at the mercy of the men in charge. But Gibbs would take care of him; Tony trusted that fundamentally.
He turned his head to try and follow Gibbs' movements, not able to make out anything much. Gibbs came to stand in front of him, gravely serious. Tony watched him and swallowed nervously. Something was wrong. His muscles contracted involuntarily, and he jerked in his bonds. His stomach fluttered and the warmth drained from his body until he felt as cold and lifeless as one of Ducky's corpses. To his amazement, some quality in Gibbs' blank stare appealed to his dick, which perked up some. If his hands had been free he would have swatted it down because now was definitely not the right time. As it was, all he could do was hang there and try not to tremble while Gibbs took measure of him.
Finally, Gibbs' hands moved and for the first time Tony noticed he was holding something. It looked like a ball of soft black leather. Tony glanced from the material in Gibbs' hands to the older man's face. Gibbs sighed, and for a flash Tony witnessed his facade momentarily slip and his features soften, but the steel veneer quickly snapped back into place.
The former marine brushed his lips with the pad of his thumb. "Don't be afraid," he said gruffly. Tony tried to formulate a response but he didn't have time before Gibbs pulled a hood over his head, stealing his vision and filling his nose with the smell of leather. Buckles were tightened and it was snug against his skin in an instant.
"What?" His voice was muffled, strained. He tossed his head from side to side. What the hell was Gibbs doing? He couldn't breathe – Gibbs knew he was afraid of suffocating. He sensed tiny holes near his nose, and drew in stuffy air, but it was barely enough to keep him from panicking. There was something cold on his lips and he felt a rush of air as a zipper opened letting oxygen in.
"Just breathe."
"I can't, there isn't enough air – please, Boss, don't do this….." he pleaded, no longer caring if he looked weak or not. He couldn't stand this. This was worse than anything else they could have done to him.
"Yes you can – there are holes to let air in. Stay calm and you'll be fine." Gibbs' voice was steady and reassuring. He stroked his hand up and down Tony's arms, calming him. He placed a hand on the center of Tony's chest, careful to avoid the newly pierced nipple. "In and out, boy, you're doing fine. Trust me."
"I do…I trust you….I just…." He stammered, struggling to articulate his overwhelming feelings as he was consumed by the pitch black surrounding him. It was like being trapped in a never ending night, and sweat was already dribbling down the sides of his cheeks.
"Open your mouth, pet," Gibbs requested gently, tapping his lips.
"What….why?" Tony's heart pounded against his chest like a piston, afraid of what Gibbs was planning next.
"I'm going to gag you again."
Tony's anxiety exploded into sheer terror. "No, Boss…..no, not while I can't see or breathe….you can't….." His voice cracked and the pitch was several octaves higher than normal. He guessed Rick and the other trainers were getting a good laugh at his expense, but it didn't matter. Gibbs had to understand he couldn't endure this. The fucking machine was starting to look like a viable alternative. He wrapped his hands around the chains attached to the cuffs and closed his eyes despite the fact he couldn't see.
"I'll be right next to you every second. This isn't your choice boy; it's your punishment, and it has to be uncomfortable or it won't work."
Tony made a strangling sound and then he felt hard rubber against his lips, and tasted the bitter gag as it was forced into his mouth. It wasn't like the other gags; this one was long and broad and nearly made contact with his tonsils. His throat convulsed and he feared he might vomit as it was strapped into place. He swayed; the chains the only thing keeping him balanced.
"Steady," Gibbs said, resting firm hands on Tony's shoulders. "Your only job is to take what I hand out. Give in to it, stop fighting and it will be much easier. Just like the spanking."
The spanking. That had been incredible, erotic, liberating. He tried to think about what it felt like to be held in place by Gibbs, to be at his mercy, to fully trust in his ability to do what was right and keep him safe.
He was with Gibbs. Everything would be alright.
Gibbs would never intentionally hurt him. The older man understood him inside and out.
The lead agent had come here to save him; put his own life on the line for his sorry hide. No one else would have done that; no friend, no ex-lover, not even his own damn father.
But why? Why had Gibbs gone to such extreme measures to help him? What could have prompted such a tremendous act of loyalty?
Tony wasn't a marine, or family, or even a boyfriend. He was a coworker, a sometimes friend, a potential lover….
Lover.
He thought about the look in Gibbs' eyes when the former gunnery sergeant had seen him again for the first time; recalled the expression on his face when they were making out in the forest like a couple of horny teenagers. The jealous possessiveness Gibbs displayed whenever Steve or anyone else came near him.
Lover.
Was it possible? Had it been right in front of him all this time and he'd been too wrapped up in his own insecurities to see it? Now, with his vision obscured, everything was illuminated as clear as a bright morning sun.
Gibbs loved him.
Maybe not Shannon epic soul mate love, but love nonetheless. It was the kind of long simmering love that burns your soul and leaves your heart a pile of smoldering ashes; the kind of love that won't be ignored no matter how many times you try to run away from it.
To Mexico.
Into the arms of a woman.
To a ship a thousand miles away at sea.
The clarity of the realization washed over him and swept away so many of the fears and doubts he'd carried around for a lifetime.
Chained, gagged, blind, naked – he was as safe with Gibbs as a baby in its mother's arms.
He wanted to tell Gibbs what he had figured out, but it was impossible. The only way he could communicate his understanding was to give Gibbs something the older man wouldn't necessarily expect.
His complete submission. Not a half-hearted attempt, but everything he had inside him, one hundred percent and without question.
The rough hand that he recognized as Gibbs' wrapped around his cock, and he felt the sensitive member start to grow. He expected the hand to continue stroking him, but instead it was removed, replaced by the unanticipated sensation of buttery leather and cool metal sliding over his dick. He tried to ask what was happening, forgetting that he couldn't speak, reminded when only an unintelligible sound came out.
Gibbs rubbed his hip, calloused fingertips tracing circles over his skin. Tony leaned into the touch.
"Good boy," Gibbs acknowledged.
The praise was reminiscent of the positive reinforcement given to a housebroken puppy, but he didn't focus on that. He clung to the fact Gibbs approved of his reaction. That didn't, however, completely remove his concern over what was being done to his dick. The thing being put on him was tight and uncomfortable, encasing his penis completely, until finally Gibbs snapped a cock ring around the base next to his balls. He groaned his displeasure and heard Gibbs respond with a dark chuckle.
"You won't be coming anytime soon – consider it part of the punishment." Gibbs' hand drifted over his straining cock. "It's a chastity device called a Gates of Hell. You'll get used to it."
Tony's mind raced through his extensive viewing of pornographic movies, dirty magazines, and pay by the minute websites, until he came up with a mental picture of the device wrapped around his penis like a boa constrictor. He groaned again.
"Maybe it will help remind you of who's in charge here. Because it certainly isn't you."
No, definitely not me, Tony agreed mentally.
He felt the brush of something soft over his shoulders, down his spine, across the crack of his ass. He shivered and tried to draw his legs together, but the spreader bar kept them firmly in place. He desperately wanted to know what Gibbs planned to do next, and the fact he couldn't anticipate the upcoming move made him kind of crazy.
He got his answer all too soon. A flogger thudded against his back, the leathery cords fanning out to caress his flesh in a slightly painful embrace. He jerked like a fish on a hook and crushed an instinctive desire to flinch away. That would not be the submissive thing to do. Instead he tried to open his back up even more, accepting the punishment Gibbs chose to give him. God only knew what Steve would have done if it were left up to him. This punishment implemented by Gibbs would be within the boundaries of his endurance; he knew that Gibbs' would make certain he wasn't harmed.
The flogger continued to sear its way down his back; nipping and biting repeatedly until it settled into a punishing rhythm of blows that vacillated somewhere between pleasure and pain. He rode the crest of it, barely holding on to rational thought as the sensations scorched his flesh. Once more he felt his connection to Gibbs build and grow until he didn't know where his throbbing body ended and Gibbs' began.
"Trust me, Tony, you're still not there yet."
The words coursed over him like a gentle breeze.
I do. I will. I always have.
As his mind and body gave up any shreds of fight that were left, he experienced his second epiphany of the evening.
He loved Gibbs, too.
Letting go of the denial he had clung to for years set him free, and suddenly he was flying, his mind buzzing in perfect harmony with the flogger that no longer hurt at all, simply reminded him of what he felt for Gibbs. He could stay this way all night, riding the current of his newly discovered love.
It was with a pang of bittersweet disappointment that he realized the blows were slowing, lessening in intensity, before stopping altogether. He sighed, a peaceful euphoria thrumming in his veins.
A hand tilted his chin and cupped his jaw. "You finally get it."
Tony couldn't reply, so he nuzzled his face against the calloused palm.
He drifted, not fully aware of what was happening, everything muffled and quiet. Cold lube against his hole brought him to a greater level of awareness, but it wasn't enough to worry him. He belonged to Gibbs, so anything the other man did was perfectly acceptable. It was more than acceptable; it made him happy.
A large rubber plug pressed inside him, burning until his body began to adjust to the intrusion. Tony found himself wishing it was something warm and more personal. A strap connected the base of the plug to the cock ring, and another wider piece of leather covered his crack and attached to a belt buckled on his waist, locking everything snugly in place. He wondered if he should be embarrassed to wear this contraption, but the thought was fleeting, dissipating when Gibbs squeezed his butt cheek and gave him a quick tap, reminding him that it wasn't his decision anyway.
With precise efficiency, Tony's wrists were released and brought down to his sides where they were attached to rings on the side of the belt. His legs were detached from the spreader bar, and Gibbs helped him find his footing.
"You ok? Nod if you're steady."
Tony still felt woozy and disoriented, but he didn't want to displease Gibbs so he shook his head affirmatively.
"Good." Something clicked on the collar circling his neck, and Gibbs gave a tug. "Walk, slowly and carefully. I'll guide you."
He had no choice but to move forward when Gibbs did, the inability to see throwing him totally off balance. Gibbs walked slowly, allowing him plenty of time to keep up, but the out of control feeling was frightening. The only thing keeping him calm was that Gibbs held the end of the leash, and Gibbs would take care of him.
A few minutes later Gibbs stopped, and Tony heard a door shut behind them. "Kneel," he ordered. It wasn't easy for Tony to do with his arms restricted, his dick trapped, and a plug in his ass, but he managed to fall to his knees with minimal discomfort. He could hear Gibbs talking, but what he was saying didn't seem all that important.
Tony zoned out, his mind floating in a foggy mist, reveling in the feel of Gibbs' hand stroking his head, his neck, his shoulder. His back, ass, and upper thighs were on fire from the flogging, but the feeling reminded him of Gibbs' attention and he decided it was worth it. His boss' presence wrapped him in a warm cocoon of safety, despite not being able to see through the confining leather mask. His cock stirred, but did little more than pulse against the bindings that encased it. Eventually he lay his cheek against Gibbs' warm thigh and nearly fell asleep, more content than he'd ever been in his life. He wanted to stay like this forever, safe at the end of Gibbs' leash with nothing more on his mind than following Gibbs' next command.
He had found what he had never even known he was looking for.
NCISNCISNCIS
McGee trembled nervously, his eyes completely focused on Ziva. He had never really questioned his submissive nature, almost glad when he had taken Sawyer's test and confirmed his status. It made life easier because he didn't have to try and pretend to be something he wasn't, and everyone else became more accepting that his personality traits weren't signs of weakness, but were instead just an extension of his innate make-up.
He'd dated some since then, going out with dominant women who were attracted to his natural willingness to follow their command. But even during those brief relationships, he had never fully embraced the lifestyle. Letting his date decide where they would eat and order his food was a lot different than sitting in the floor wearing only a black leather thong with the spiked heal of a boot resting on his thigh like one was right now. Pretending to be half scared out of his wits hadn't been much of a stretch when getting into character for the undercover assignment; he'd faced down killers with less anxiety than he felt at the moment.
It wasn't like Ziva would actually hurt him; he trusted her and knew that she was in complete control of the situation. It was all the intangibles that concerned him; he played out the possibilities like he was running a query on a computer program.
The slave trader might suspect something; Ziva might be forced to prove her sadistic kinks; someone might recognize one of them. The possible scenarios rolled over and over in his mind and he couldn't get them to stop.
It was only the reminder that his current position of servitude might help Tony and Gibbs that gave him the fortitude to not stand up and walk straight out of the bar and not look back.
Unfortunately, he was discovering that he liked some of the scene a lot more than he would have ever predicted and that shocked and upset him. His head involuntarily jerked and he glanced at Ziva, sitting quietly with a drink in one hand and a small riding crop in the other. He wasn't attracted to Ziva, not at all, but the situation – being owned, being on display, being at the end of a leash – those aspects of the assignment excited him more than he thought possible. There was a difference between submissiveness and slavery and if you had asked him last week he would've easily answered that he didn't really care for bondage, being naked in public was mortifying, he had no tolerance for pain, and discipline wasn't much of a turn on for him. Now…..he was going to have to do some serious reevaluation of his preferences, since they were changing by the minute.
He wasn't exactly prepared to do this level of soul searching while his boss and partner were missing and he was undercover.
Ziva tapped him with her foot, providing the pre-arranged signal that it was time to move their plan forward.
"Is that the best you can do?" Ziva asked, somewhat louder than necessary, inviting the looks of several patrons in the bar. "I bought you to be a pleasure slave, not to sit around and pout all the time."
"I'm…I'm sorry, Mistress," he answered haltingly, reaching out to touch her thigh. "I'm trying to do what you want." He slouched in defeat, attempting to use his body to convey his lack of confidence.
"Well, it is not working." She shoved him with her foot, laughing when he sprawled on his butt several feet away. "I tire of you – you provide me with no challenge, no excitement. Leave."
McGee scrunched his face in bewilderment. "Where should I go, Mistress?"
Ziva stared at her nails dispassionately and bobbed her foot. "I do not care where you go as long as it is away from me. Now do as I say before I am forced to show you my displeasure." She unhooked the collar around his neck and tossed it on the floor.
McGee struggled to his feet and stood awkwardly. Cautiously he walked toward the door, glancing frequently over his shoulder as if to see whether she had changed her mind.
Ziva ignored his existence.
Once he had left the club and was outside, he wrapped his uncovered arms around his naked chest and let his eyes dart around in search of the van. He spotted it and jogged over, wincing as his bare feet came in contact with sharp rocks and pebbles. The door swung open and he hopped inside, gratefully accepting the blanket held by Sacks and the cup of coffee offered by Fornell.
"Thank God that's over," he sighed, sipping from the cup as he huddled down in a seat.
Fornell's flinty eyes pinned him in place. "Just think how DiNozzo must feel; he doesn't know if it will ever be over."
McGee looked away, inexplicably ashamed at his own selfish attitude; Fornell and Tony could barely stand each other, yet the agent was the one thinking about his friend's situation. "Yeah," he said sheepishly.
The FBI agent had already turned away and was watching the monitor. The man from last night approached Ziva and talked to her for a few minutes before sitting down. The exchange occurred in silence, since Fornell and Sacks were using headphones. McGee had to settle for trying to read lips and body language.
Ziva tossed her head back and laughed, a devilish smile on her lips as she said something and smirked, waving her hand dismissively in the direction of the door he had just exited. Her companion smiled in return, talking animatedly. He stopped occasionally as she asked questions, the lines on their faces indicating the conversation had turned more serious.
They talked for nearly thirty minutes before he took her hand and kissed it, paid his tab, and walked away. Ziva waited patiently, making no move to leave until Sacks said, "Alright, he's pulled out of the parking lot. It's clear."
Ziva picked up her purse and jacket, nodded to the bartender, and within a few minutes had taken a seat next to them in the van.
"Well? It sounds like you have him convinced you're legitimate." Fornell stated. "Get this guy to commit to selling you a slave this weekend and we'll have cause to bring him in, see what we can find out about our boys."
Ziva scowled. "I do not like that we will have to wait so much longer. It is frustrating to have made so little progress. When we finally break these people, I am not going to have any patience left."
"I agree, David. But we're closer than we've been since this started. A few more days, that's all. At least McGee can put his clothes back on now." Sacks laughed and Fornell grinned. Tim turned a shade of pink that would have been perfect in a little girl's room. He tugged the blanket tighter around his mostly nude body.
"Next time you can be the sub, Fornell," he snapped testily. "See how you like it."
"Oh, now, don't get pissy," the FBI agent cajoled. "You've done a damn good job and so has Ziva. If we do get a lead on this bunch of jackasses, it'll be because of you two. But come on, I have to tease you a little. In DiNutso's honor."
It took a few seconds, but Tim eventually let a small smile sneak out. "For Tony," he agreed. The senior field agent would have been unable to control himself; he would have sensed McGee's awkwardness like a dog smells fear. It wouldn't have been anything malicious; the joking was just Tony's way. Tim had to admit he missed it.
Fornell took a small silver flask out of his suit coat pocket. He held it up in salute. "For Tony." He hesitated for a second before raising the flask again in another toast. "And that damn romantic Gibbs. Let's hope he's managed to find his boy."
Ziva and Sacks nodded agreement, ready to take whatever steps necessary to find out what had happened to DiNozzo, and hopefully Gibbs, too.
McGee hugged himself and wondered if they would get back the same two people who had left. For some reason, he doubted it.
NCISNCISNCIS
Gibbs tried not to react too much to the solid weight of Tony pressed against his thigh. The constant connection was starting to get to him; the sight of DiNozzo naked, collared, leashed, bound, and leaning next to him like a content submissive was driving him out of his mind. His dick was so hard it felt like a bar of steel in his pants – he hadn't been this aroused since the first week he dated Shannon. None of his other wives or girlfriends – not even the occasional boyfriend – had ever gotten him this worked up.
He wanted Tony so much it was going to require monumental effort to maintain control with him. Especially if Tony had dropped like Gibbs suspected he had. It didn't matter, though; he had to make sure that nothing happened between them while Tony wasn't entirely capable of making rational decisions. It wouldn't be fair and as a Dom it was up to him to look out for Tony. He swallowed a sigh and set his features into the indifferent expression expected of him and tried to focus on what Rick was saying, all the time letting his hand rest gently on the nape of Tony's neck.
They both needed the physical touch, especially Tony since he still was unable to see or speak.
Someone knocked on the door; Steve and Josh entered at Rick's permission. Steve glanced down at Tony and licked his lips. Gibbs didn't like the conflicting messages the man gave out regarding DiNozzo – one minute he hated him and the next his coal eyes were so blown with lust Gibbs half expected him to grab Tony and try to rape him over the desk. He wrapped his hand in DiNozzo's leash and narrowed his eyes. Steve saw the challenge and stared him down.
Josh shifted his weight nervously. The kid appeared to want nothing more than to head for the hills and never come back. His eyes were wide and he chewed the corner of his lip. His hands and shirt still had flecks of dried blood on them from the earlier incident.
"So? How is Mark?" Rick's mouth formed a grim line.
Steve cleared his throat nervously. "He's dead. Bled out before the doc could do anything." He cocked his head to the side, let his eyes flick back at Gibbs accusingly and took a deep breath. "It's that damn DiNozzo – everything was fine until we brought him here and he just keeps causing trouble…"
Rick leaned forward and slammed a fist on his desk. Tony jerked and Gibbs ran a hand down his spine to reassure him.
"This is our fault, not DiNozzo's! We are the ones who are supposed to be in charge here, not the subs. Whatever problem you've got with this boy, work it out – do you understand me?" he fumed.
Steve held his chin up and refused to reply. Josh stared at the floor. Rick settled back in his chair and ran a hand through his graying hair. "Go deal with the body." Neither man moved immediately. "Now!"
The muscled trainer's jaw clenched; he spoke in a low growl. "I'll discuss this situation with you in private. There are some issues around here that I won't tolerate any longer." Steve managed to give Gibbs and DiNozzo a stare that would have incinerated them both on the spot if he'd had the ability. Gibbs just responded with a crooked smile. This man was going to be a problem very, very soon. They had to get out of here as quickly as possible.
The walkie-talkie on Rick's waist squawked as the door clicked behind the trainers. "You have a call," a tinny voice explained. "Be right there," Rick answered; he gazed at Gibbs stonily. "Take him back to your room. Make sure he understands that the kind of behavior he displayed this evening will not be allowed. I don't want to have to beat the willfulness out of him, but he's leaving me no choice. He's almost to the point of not being worth all the aggravation."
"I'll take care of it," Gibbs agreed, rising to his feet and pulling Tony up behind him.
"And Gibbs," Rick added. "I can't keep Steve away from you forever. He's got it in for you now, and don't think he'll forget what happened. Watch your step with him."
"Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself," Gibbs commented dismissively before he walked out the door without looking back, grateful to be free from Rick's scrutiny for awhile. It took less than ten minutes to move through the corridors and arrive back at their room. Gibbs felt like they were entering a sanctuary; he desperately needed the opportunity to figure out what to do next.
Tony stood in the center of the room, his leather covered head bowed. Gibbs' felt his heart lurch in his chest. What was he going to do with his beautiful, hopelessly confused senior field agent? He fought the urge to wrap his arms around his boy and hold him close.
Instead he went around the room and collected several items, coming back to find Tony hadn't moved a muscle. He smiled wistfully at the exhibition of submissive self-control and his stomach flipped at the irresistibility of it. "I'm going to take these things off you, ok?" He placed his hand on the back of Tony's head, waiting until he felt a slight nod.
With a gentle touch, he unbuckled and pulled the gag from Tony's mouth, laying it on a towel on the bed. He then released the bindings on the hood and peeled it from Tony's face.
DiNozzo blinked like a newborn kitten trying to remove the sleep from its eyes. His green gaze was dilated and unfocused, and he didn't say a word. Gibbs picked up a washcloth from a small bowl on the nightstand and wiped the sweat and dried tears from Tony's face. Tony didn't protest while Gibbs washed him, eventually running the cloth through his sub's matted hair. He placed a palm on the side of Tony's face when he was finished.
"Are you ok?" he asked, somewhat disconcerted by Tony's silent gaze on him.
"Ye…" Tony cleared his dry throat. "Yeah."
"Here." Gibbs grabbed a glass of water off the table and held it to Tony's lips, allowing him a few sips. "Better?"
Tony nodded, following Gibbs' movements without further comment.
"Are you ready to get the rest of this off?"
Tony's lips parted slightly. "If that's what you want."
The answer surprised the older man. He'd never seen Tony so far down. His agent might not realize it, but he was very vulnerable in this condition and it sent a surge of protectiveness through Gibbs.
The open, unguarded Tony was incredibly tempting. His eyes shone like emeralds, sparkling with every touch Gibbs made.
He took a cleansing breath through his nose. Nothing was going to happen. He would get Tony undressed and put him to bed. That was all.
His first move was to unbuckle the wrist restraints. He rubbed the inside of Tony's wrists once they were free, concerned when he could feel Tony's pulse racing in his veins. He waited until DiNozzo's heartbeat slowed some before continuing.
Next he unstrapped the waist buckle, before carefully gripping the end of the butt plug. "Push out," he reminded his charge. "This might hurt some."
Tony obeyed, gasping involuntarily when the plug popped free. Gibbs finished taking off the belt, leaving only the Gates of Hell in place. He stared at it for a few minutes, before making an abrupt decision.
"Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
Tony hesitated before nodding.
Gibbs took his hand and led him to the toilet. "You can piss through it. Go ahead."
The lead agent turned around until he heard the splash of liquid. When he was sure Tony had finished, he faced the younger man again.
"Leave it on for now." Tony didn't argue, his green eyes continuing to shine brightly. Gibbs had never seen Tony look like this and he had no idea what his agent was thinking. Tony was good at hiding from most people, but not from Gibbs; however that didn't stand true at the moment, since this was a path neither of them had been down with the other before and there was a hint of uncertainty for them both.
"Come on," he said, leading Tony back to the bedroom. He cleared the items off the bed and pulled back the covers. "Lay down on your stomach."
Tony followed the request, settling on his front and turning his face expectantly toward Gibbs'.
Gibbs studied his boy, checking the redness of his back and butt from the flogging, satisfied there were no significant injuries despite some marks and bruising. It would be sore for a while, but the punishment would leave no lasting damage. He collected some cream and settled on the bed behind DiNozzo, moving his legs apart for better access. With long, soothing strokes, he applied the lotion to Tony's flushed back, pleased when the younger man sighed under his ministrations.
He worked his way along Tony's shoulders, his lats, down his back, onto his ass. No inch of flesh was left untouched. When he was finished, Tony had virtually melted into the mattress.
But still, DiNozzo said nothing and Gibbs wasn't sure what to make of it. He followed his instincts and did what he knew how to do best; stay in control and take care of his sub. He followed his gut, which rarely led him wrong.
Gibbs tapped the boy's hip. "Lift up," he encouraged, wanting to do everything he could to make things right for Tony. It was sweet that DiNozzo scrambled just as quickly to raise his ass in the air as he did to grab his gear in the squad room. All that was missing was an, "On your six, Boss.
He took a few minutes to inspect Tony's hole; the butt plug had been in a long time and had dried out some, but he was happy to find the area pink and healthy with no signs of tearing. As he traced a finger over the sensitive skin, Tony moaned and pushed back.
Gibbs stopped cold. He and Tony had played outside in the woods, had touched each other, but had never gone this far. This was a higher level that he swore to himself to avoid. It was a trap neither of them could afford to get caught in.
But Tony was groaning, and pushing backward to try and gain more contact. "No, Tony," Gibbs whispered, despite letting his finger stay where it was. "Not now, not like this."
For the first time Tony turned and looked over his shoulder. "Boss….please."
Sweat broke out on Gibbs' forehead. Tony looked so…wanton and slightly desperate. DiNozzo licked his lips until they glistened. Moonlight streamed through the window, broken shadows played over tawny skin. A single golden beam illuminated Tony's face like a subdued spotlight, adding an ethereal shimmer to his green eyes and pink lips. His lids weighed heavily, nearly closed, and his eyelashes fluttered dark against his pale skin.
A clap of thunder echoed through the stillness, followed by the patter of rain against the windowpane accentuating the otherworldly aura surrounding them.
"Let me show you how I feel," Tony pleaded softly without blinking, his eyes sparkling pools. Lightening flashed, bathing his naked form in its iridescent glow.
Gibbs knew he should be strong and say no, cover Tony in a warm blanket, and soothe him to sleep. But not even he was that strong. Nakamura would have traded his entire fortune to have Tony sprawled in front of him, offering his body like a pagan sacrifice. The battle was lost from the moment Tony said please.
He leaned over to the nightstand and picked up the lube, popping the top and squeezing a generous amount on his hand. He turned back to Tony. "Are you sure?" It was one last chance for refusal, one last opportunity for confirmation.
DiNozzo didn't falter. "I want you. I think I've always wanted you." If there had been misgivings before, there was no doubt in his voice now.
Closing down on further thought, Gibbs gave in to the lust and desire he'd repressed for years, using one hand to flip Tony carefully on his back. He raised Tony's hips and shoved a pillow under his butt. "I want to see your face," he explained. "I want to see those perfect lips when you scream my name as you cum."
Tony's breath hitched while the green in his eyes turned to tiny slivers surrounding cavernous black pupils. He silently watched as Gibbs efficiently stripped off his clothes, tossing them in an untidy heap in the floor.
Prowling up the length of DiNozzo's body, Gibbs kissed his hips, reveling in the musky smell of the other man's arousal, trailed his tongue toward Tony's naval, sucked at his unpierced nipple. Tony's head fell back, exposing the long line of his neck. Gibbs attacked the juncture, nibbling the skin until he'd left his mark behind and the man underneath him groaned heavily. He took Tony's hands in his and pushed them over his head, pinning them to the bed. Although he was sensitive to Tony's issues with being submissive, he couldn't change his own personality – in bed he was sexually dominant, and that was a part of his nature he couldn't deny under any circumstance. If they were going to be together, Tony would have to accept and come to terms with that.
The way DiNozzo arched his straining dick against his stomach, Gibbs didn't think it was going to be as much of a problem as he had expected. Gibbs kissed his way up Tony's neck, along his jawline, and caught his lips with his own. He melded himself into Tony, his tongue plundering DiNozzo's mouth repeatedly. Tony ground against him harder, the younger man's frantic thrusts taking on a rhythmic pulsing like he was trying to douse a fire burning in his groin.
When Gibbs broke the kiss, Tony whined pathetically.
"That's just the start," Gibbs promised, giving Tony's hands a squeeze. "Don't move."
Tony left his arms above his head while Gibbs trailed down his body, nipping along the way, enjoying the soft mewling sound that Tony was making.
"Like that?" he asked. "You'll like this better." He loosened the Gates of Hell from around Tony's balls, unsnapped the cock ring, and gently threaded Tony's dick out of its leather bindings. The soft flesh in his hand quickly came to life, throbbing and growing by the second until it was a thick hardened rod. With a flick of his tongue, Gibbs licked up one side of Tony's cock, then took the head fully into his mouth.
"Oh….oh that's just….." Tony's eyes were closed and he seemed lost in a wave of pleasure.
Gibbs sucked down on the rock solid shaft a few times, letting his tongue caress the bulging veins.
"No cumming without permission, remember?" he reminded his partner, who was gripping the sheets in tightened fists.
Tony's eyes popped open and he took a deep steadying breath, clearly willing himself to obey the order.
Gibbs took his slick hand and wrapped it around his own dick, sliding it up and down until the entire member was wet and ready. He settled in front of Tony, whose chest heaved up and down rapidly. Another crash of thunder pealed through the air, followed by a crack of lightening and the howl of wind. The storm raging outside was nothing compared to the tempest raging in his own heart – the moment stretched out between them, until Gibbs could stand it no longer. He leaned in, letting his cock press against Tony's hole; he didn't take his eyes off Tony, whose nostrils flared as his breathing deepened in anticipation. Gibbs lowered himself onto Tony's chest, bringing his face within inches of his sub.
He rocked forward, his dick entering the tight channel; Tony made a slight strangling sound. Gibbs continued to move into the clenching opening, letting it grip each inch of his erection as he ever so slowly pushed his way deep inside for the first time. Tony's eyes grew wider and his mouth opened soundlessly; he shifted his hands to grip Gibbs' shoulders like an anchor and he raised his legs to allow Gibbs to sink down even more. Another flash of lightening reflected in Tony's eyes. With the ring of muscle breached, Gibbs realized he had gone balls' deep into the other man. Beads of sweat stood out on Tony's skin, as he panted harshly and shifted his weight, eyelashes fluttering at the small change in position.
"You ok?" Gibbs whispered, trying not to break the reverence of the moment.
"Yes," Tony answered huskily. "Hell yes."
Gibbs chuckled, placing a long dry kiss on Tony's lips. "I'm going to fuck you into the mattress, boy. Think you can handle that?" It was a threat, a challenge, and a vow rolled into one.
"Stop teasing and do it," Tony replied, eyes now half closed.
Gibbs took him at his word and withdrew, slamming back in to an accompanied shout from his partner. Gibbs did it again and again, setting up an unrelenting rhythm of sensations. All the while he taunted Tony's mouth, kissing, biting, and licking the beautiful lips that he'd only dreamed about for so long.
Tony let his legs fall to each side, opening up his body to take every inch Gibbs had to offer. It was incredible, like they were made to fit each other perfectly. Gibbs lost the ability to think coherently, only able to feel the hot warmth encircling his cock, pulling him in over and over. Tony had degenerated into one long, incoherent moan that rose and fell in pitch with each thrust from Gibbs' dick. His ass lifted off the bed to meet Gibbs' movements, his thigh muscles quivering from the exertion.
"Boss….," Tony muttered. "You feel so good….so fucking good."
Gibbs grasped Tony's hands in his own, their fingers curling together. He let his stomach rub against Tony's raging hard on, providing friction.
"Can't hold on," Tony said, shaking his head. "Can't hold….Gibbs, oh Gibbs….Gibbs….Gibbs." He chanted repeatedly. "Please! I need to cum now! Please!"
Gibbs thrust a few more times, feeling his balls tighten and tingle, the orgasm building inside him like a raging inferno of fiery lust. He tossed his head back and shouted, spasms shooting through his groin while his cum pulsed out in stream after stream. He gripped Tony's hands fervently, linking them together until they were joined completely, shaking when his dick finally stopped exploding.
Pulling a hand free he stroked down Tony's cock, feeling it turn imperceptibly harder, until DiNozzo was screaming like a madman and clutching at his arms so hard the nails bit into his skin. "Boss! Oh fuck Boss!" Thick white strands of semen spurted out from Tony's shaft, spraying both his and Gibbs' bellies with the warm liquid. Tony loosened his grip and fell back against the pillows, panting. Gibbs dropped down on him, not caring that he was lying in a puddle of cum that dripped in rivulets over the sides of Tony's stomach. He couldn't move; his entire body a dead weight, exhausted, sated, and happy. He let his head rest on Tony's chest, aware enough to avoid the nipple ring, and drifted into a hazy sleep, lulled by the steady tapping of rain against the window and the breathing of the man who was now totally and completely his.
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Tony awoke briefly to the sound of thunder and patter of raindrops. He didn't mind that his stomach was covered in rapidly cooling cum, or that the heavy weight of another person pressed against his body, effectively pinning him in place on the mattress.
All that mattered was that inches beneath his own nose, Gibbs slept soundly with his head on Tony's chest, looking as peaceful and content as Tony had ever seen him. Tentatively DiNozzo lifted a hand to the silver hair and touched the soft strands that had fascinated him for so long. Growing braver when Gibbs didn't wake, he stroked his fingers through the short silky mane, letting it drift against his palm. He still couldn't believe they had made love—is that what it was? Or was it just sex?
It had felt like more; it had felt like the most beautiful thing he'd ever done. He looked at Gibbs again and tears pricked the back of his eyes, welling up without warning. What if this never happened again? What if this was the only time he ever got to feel this way – safe, protected, whole.
Wendy, Jeanne, all the one night stands and short term relationships, none of them had ever come close to awakening this sense of completeness he felt nestled beneath the man he had coveted since the first time he'd laid eyes on him.
He could admit that to himself now, in the dim and quiet room where the silence was broken only by the far off rumble of the storm and the measured breathing of Gibbs. Everything in his life had shifted off-kilter like the aftermath of an earthquake, and the opening had revealed truths that he couldn't deny any longer.
Time seemed to stretch like a gossamer thread, and he passed it by memorizing every line on the weathered face he knew better than any other, but had never had the luxury of studying in anything more than glances. He drank in the dark grey eyebrows, the fine lines around the eyes, the aquiline nose. The lips, slightly parted, that only a short time ago had mapped every inch of his body and drove him mad with their teasing. He let his long fingers trace the smooth, firm jawline that revealed the strength and character which were a part of Gibbs' core. Tony scarcely took a breath of his own, so as not to disturb the delicate moment that might be the first of many nights exploring their love, or the last time he would ever rest so peacefully again.
He was finally lulled back to sleep by the rain, the thunder, and the steady rise and fall of Gibbs' chest.
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Gibbs slipped carefully from the bed so as not to disturb Tony; the young man snuffled and turned on his side, pillowing a hand under his head before settling back down to sleep.
He watched Tony, slightly mesmerized by his long, thick lashes and plump firm mouth. Carefully he ran a hand over the tousled spikes of hair letting his fingers sink into the thick strands. In sleep, Tony appeared entirely without guile, like an innocent, trusting child. Gibbs withdrew his hand and clenched it into a fist at his side. What had he done? Tony wasn't himself, he wasn't in command of his own mind with all the conditioning he'd endured over the last few weeks. It had been Gibbs' job to protect him, to prevent any harm from coming to him.
But that was impossible when the monster was sleeping in the same bed.
He had taken advantage of Tony, used his subordinate's vulnerability to achieve his own sexual satisfaction. Before he was kidnapped, Tony had never shown an inkling of interest in moving their relationship to this level, and Gibbs should have respected that and held it sacrosanct. Instead, he had been no better than Steve, Rick or even that piece of shit Zeke who'd abused Tony as a child. It was his responsibility to say no, and he had failed miserably.
Moving through the dark room, he fumbled his way to the chair and lowered himself down heavily, leaning his head in his hands before closing his eyes to block out the reminder of his inadequacy. There had to be something he could do to make this right; some way to fix the horrible mess he'd allowed this to become. Tony mumbled in his sleep but didn't wake, blissfully unaware of the turmoil cleaving at Gibbs' soul and tearing it to shreds.
All the years he had spent ensuring the professional and personal lines were never blurred had been for nothing; he had lost any semblance of control and it was unforgiveable. Tony had given him his faith, his loyalty, his submission, and Gibbs had taken those gifts without any regard for Tony's current state of mind.
They had to get out of this place, they had to escape before Tony lost any more of himself to the wants and desires of others, himself included. Because now that he knew what it would be like to have Tony in his bed every night, it was going to be a thousand times harder to ignore his overwhelming need for the younger man. A part of him wanted to take Tony again tonight, to exert his claim on DiNozzo's body and mind so that his agent would never question who owned him. But that wouldn't be right, it wouldn't be fair.
The night wore on, and Gibbs wondered if by morning Tony would be able to forgive him, or if he would ever forgive himself.