Bondage (10 page)

Noah gasped and bent one knee up, opening even more for him. "Sir." He tightened on Tobias' fingers and then relaxed, once, and then again, moaning softly. "Yes."

"You like that, don't you?" Tobias asked rhetorically, slowly pushing and pulling his fingers in and out of Noah.

Noah nodded his head and moaned again. "Yes, sir. Feels good."

Tobias grinned, getting off on having Phan watching. "Tight," he said for the benefit of their audience. He stroked into Noah again, massaging Noah's gland, his other hand dancing up the inside of Noah's thighs.

Noah gasped again and went partly up on his knees as Tobias prodded him. "Sir, sir. God."

"That's it," Tobias encouraged softly. "Lift your ass for me, sweetheart. Give me what I want." He pushed at Noah's prostate again, rubbing it harder.

As Noah complied, Tobias got a good long look at the boy's cock, standing stiffly away from his hips. "Please, sir. Want you inside me. Want to feel you. Need you, please." Noah hadn't lost his composure yet, but he was getting there. His voice was low and thick. "Sir."

Tobias let his fingers slip from Noah and he reached for the lube again. He slicked his hand and then his cock, letting the wet sounds fill the room over Noah's breathing. "This?" he asked calmly.

"Yes, sir. Yes, please." He glanced over his shoulder and watched his fingers. "Yours."

"Mine," Tobias growled, unable to stop himself. He pushed his fingers back into Noah for a moment, and heard Phan gasp. With a grin he stabbed at Noah's gland once more before getting up on his knees and grasping his erection. "Beg me."

Noah whined and begged in earnest. "Want you. Oh, God, sir, please! Want your cock in me, want to feel it burn, want to hear you groan, please, please, sir. I'm yours, sir, fuck me, please?"

Tobias and Phan moaned in unison, and then Tobias growled, leaving Noah empty only for as long as it took to pull out his fingers and drive his cock home, slamming deep in one smooth stroke. "Oh, God, you're tight," he breathed.

Noah grunted at the abrupt invasion. "Sir," he gasped and ducked his head, pressing back and raising his ass higher than his shoulders. "Yes, yes... do it, sir. Fuck me, please!"

Tobias leaned forward and bit Noah lightly on the shoulder. "Who's in charge here?" he asked in a rough voice.

"You, sir, always you, just want you... begging, please, sir," Noah stammered lowering his forehead to the bed.

"You want it deep and fast?" Tobias said, gliding in and out slowly. "Ride me, then. Do it." He stopped dead and slid a hand over Noah's ass, rubbing the red line.

Noah froze a moment, whimpering as if he might protest, but he didn't. Instead he started moving, rolling his hips up and back, taking Tobias deep. "Uhn... Sir. Oh..." He reached forward and pressed a hand into the headboard, increasing his leverage as he gradually picked up the pace, groaning each time he took Tobias in.

It wasn't fast enough for him, or deep enough, Tobias knew, and his boy's groans were peppered with soft frustrated whimpers.

"Come on, pet," he coaxed. "Do what you need." He was barely holding back from pounding into Noah, but he wanted Noah hungry for it; he wanted Noah screaming when he came.

Noah shook his head. "Please, sir. Not enough... please!" Noah rode him hard, deliberately slamming his hips back. He shoved his free hand lower and started to stroke himself, but it only frustrated him further. "Want you, you! Please, sir! Oh, God, please..." Noah sobbed softly, followed by a determined grunt as he tightened ruthlessly around Tobias.

Tobias' somewhat fragmented resolve broke completely as he forgot why he wasn't ramming himself in. He grabbed Noah's hips and slammed into him, pulling almost all the way out to do it again. He heard a growl and knew it was his, loud and buzzing in his ears as his hips picked up speed.

"Yes!" Noah arched his ass high for him. "Yes, sir, yes!" Noah's fingers curled around the headboard and he held on tightly, his other hand still stroking his cock rhythmically. "So good, may I come, sir? Please, may I?"

Tobias heard Phan groan behind him and he pushed harder, driving himself deep. "Yes, pet. Come for me," he said, grinding his hips against Noah's ass, fingers digging into Noah's hips. His own balls were pulled up tight, his cock aching; Noah was going to drive him over the edge as soon as he started to come, he knew it.

"Thank you, sir," Noah panted harshly. Two more thrusts and Noah was howling, shivering and shooting ribbons across the mattress. "Sir! Oh, yes." His body had gone tight, enveloping Tobias in rigid muscle.

Tobias grunted and threw back his head as his cock throbbed, his orgasm pounding through him like a storm. He cried out as he started shooting, his body twitching as he pushed even deeper into Noah's body, his fingers likely leaving bruises.

Panting, he rested his head on Noah's back. "Sweetheart," he whispered. All he could hear was the sound of his heart racing and Noah's gasps.

"Thank you, sir," Noah whispered back, turning his head slightly to be heard. "Such a rush, felt like fire, so good."

Tobias nodded. "Wonderful," he whispered back. His heart began to slow, and he could finally hear Phan, breathing in long, controlled breaths from the floor. "All right, boy?" he asked in a louder tone.

"Fine, sir. Thank you, sir." He sounded like he was being strangled.

Tobias grinned and eased out of Noah with a soft moan. "Get cleaned up," he said quietly, moving to the end of the bed to peer over the edge.

"Yes, sir." Noah rolled away from the mess he'd made and slid out of bed, bending to run his fingers down one of Phan's legs on his way by.

Phan was curled on his side, his hands behind his back and his dick rigid. He rolled his eyes as Noah touched him, still controlling his breathing.

"Going to hold it?" Tobias asked politely.

"Yes, sir," Phan said through gritted teeth. "Though it would help if you didn't talk to me."

"Sorry," Tobias said with another smile. He said nothing more, just lay there watching Phan breathe.

Phan stayed hard. "Maybe you could not look at me," Phan suggested.

Tobias laughed and rolled over. "Welcome home, boy."

"Thank you, sir," Phan said, his voice warmer. His breath caught though, and Tobias peeked over the side to see him gritting his teeth again. "You're not going to do that again tonight, are you?" he asked finally.

"No, I don't think so."

"Jesus, sorry, Phan," Noah said softly as he walked by again. He had a towel under one arm. "That looks like it hurts, sir," he said to Tobias, offering him a warm cloth. The towel he laid out carefully over the damp streak on his side of the bed.

Tobias looked at Phan's erection with a critical eye. "Looks okay to me. Phan?"

"Fine, sir." He tugged at his blankets and snuggled into his pillow. "Be right as rain in a bit."

"Okay. You've been a good boy."

Phan smiled. "Goodnight, sir. Goodnight, Noah."

Noah climbed into bed laughing softly. "Night, Phan hon," He said and kissed Tobias lightly. "Perfect nightcap, sir."

Tobias smiled and pulled his boy closer. "Goodnight, boys," he said. "Now go to sleep. You'll wear an old man out."

Saturday brought gorgeous weather to the farm. Sunny and bright, and warm air coming in on the light breeze spoke of an early spring. The weather had Tobias inspired and Noah attentive and energetic. They were both ready to work, and Tobias would make sure they did.

Phan was doing the breakfast dishes and Noah was dusting the office when Tobias headed to the kitchen in search of some more coffee. Noah tried to take his cup, but Tobias reclaimed it with a grin. "Dust, pet. I need the exercise."

Noah looked like he was trying very hard not to make a smart comeback; Tobias smacked his ass anyway and laughed at his indignant look. "Even if you think it, it counts."

"That's not fair, sir," Noah protested with a grin.

"Nope, it's not." Tobias grinned all the way into the kitchen, but he stopped as he heard Phan sniffle.

"Phan?"

"Sorry, sir," Phan said, up to his elbows in suds. "Just... remembering."

Tobias nodded and held back a sigh. "Are you okay?"

Phan nodded and gave him a watery smile. "Of course. I just miss her. It's odd being back here, sort of."

"You've been back before," Tobias said, slipping an arm around the boy's waist.

"Yes, sir. But not... back. Not as your sub. Not like this. It's just a little odd."

Tobias smiled and kissed Phan's temple. "Odd bad?"

"No, sir!" Phan protested.

Tobias chuckled. "Good. If it helps, I think she'd be very happy that you're here, doing my dishes again."

Phan smiled. "Noah left spots on her glasses once," he whispered with a grin.

"Shut up!"

Tobias rolled his eyes and turned to look at Noah, who was grinning as well. "He saw my reflection in the toaster, sir. He's being a brat."

Tobias shook his head. "Okay, you two. Scat. Phan, you have stalls to clean and horses to make up to, and Noah... you and I have some work to do, don't we?"

"Yes, sir," Noah said, becoming more serious.

"Are you going to be okay?" Tobias asked Phan seriously.

"Yes, sir," Phan assured him with a smile. "If I want to babble about it all later, I'll let you know."

"Do that," Tobias said. "Now, get going, boy."

Phan kissed his cheek and stopped long enough to kiss Noah as well, and then hurried off.

Tobias walked Noah across to the play barn. He'd carefully chosen the white stall, its simplicity making the work itself the only focal point. He paced slowly beside the sling while Noah -- naked, kneeling, and head down -- concentrated silently on Tobias' order to clear his mind and secure himself in his subspace.

Noah had been scattered all week, he knew, but now Tobias could see him breathing deeply and exhaling slowly. He could see the boy sink, his shoulders relaxing and his body getting looser the deeper he went.

"Good," Tobias finally said. "Today we're going to work on getting you closer to full sensory deprivation. I'll put you in the sling and use this mask." He held up the mask he'd gotten from the supply stall and showed it to Noah. "It can, and eventually will, block sight and sound, and zip closed at your mouth so you can't speak. Today, I will leave you with sight. Understood?"

Noah nodded, his eyes on the mask. "Understood, sir."

"We'll go slowly," Tobias assured him. "You'll have your bell ball as well. Do you have any questions?

"No, sir." Noah shook his head, but his voice was a little thin. "I remember the ball, sir."

Tobias smiled. "I do, too." He moved back to the sling. "Come here, please."

Noah stood and went to Tobias, displaying for him once he got there and fixing his eyes on the wall past Tobias' shoulder.

"Relax," Tobias soothed. "You've done this much before." He started doing up the sling, working buckles and straps easily as he petted Noah and urged him gently to move into the proper positions. "Lean back now," he coaxed. "Just let it take you up."

Noah took another deep breath and then lay back slowly, trusting his weight to the sling. He seemed a little nervous, but not like the last time when Tobias was worried about him panicking. This time, Noah breathed through his misgivings and just let go as the sling caught him.

"Someday you might even like it," Tobias said with a smile. To Noah's look he said, "Well, maybe not." He double checked the straps and tightened the belt around Noah's waist. "Move for me, pet," he said. "I have to see where you need support and restriction."

Noah made an effort to move, lifting his head a bit and moving his arms, but his legs seemed well stabilized.

"Good, relax," Tobias said. He tightened up the arms a bit, raised them to take up some slack, and adjusted the head slightly. There had to be room for the mask.

He picked it up again and showed Noah the removable blindfold, a padded eye piece that would keep his eyes closed. "We're not using this," he said. He undid the zipper for the mouth and pulled a ball gag from his pocket. "We are using this."

Noah's eyes widened slightly, but he stayed calm. "Understood, sir."

Tobias nodded. He turned the mask and lifted the flap over the ear hole, showing Noah the padded interior. "We will also use earplugs and this. You won't be able to hear at all."

Noah nodded slowly, but the idea of being deaf was obviously far more worrisome to him than being gagged. He licked his lips and swallowed.

Tobias ran his hand over Noah's leg and up this side. "I will be right here, and we'll do it slowly. You will be able to see me at all times. There will be order and you will be safe. You have my word."

Noah nodded. "Understood, sir," he said, but Tobias knew he was going to have to experience it to really understand.

Tobias petted him again. "Do you feel all right in the sling? Are you cold, or does it pinch anywhere?"

Noah wiggled his fingers and moved a bit, testing his restraints and the comfort for him. "I'm fine, sir. Thank you."

Tobias nodded and put the mask down. "Gag first, then," he said, moving to Noah's head. He bent and kissed his boy, then smiled. "Open up, pet."

Noah accepted the kiss gratefully, then licked his lips a couple of times, swallowed, and opened his mouth wide enough to accept the gag. Carefully fitting it in, Tobias had Noah bite down a little as he fastened it. Once it was secure, he moved back where Noah could see him, ringing the bell ball as he moved. "Here it is," he said, slipping it into Noah's hand. "Ring it, drop it... the mask will come off and then the gag. First thing."

Noah nodded slowly to show he understood and wrapped his fingers tightly around the ball.

"Float," Tobias said softly. "Just let yourself go. Look at me, or the ceiling, or even close your eyes. Don't think about anything but being warm and secure. You're safe and loved, and I'm so proud of you for even trying. You're a good boy. You can do this. We'll do it together." He stroked a hand over Noah's chest, letting him have tactile stimulation for the moment.

As Noah's breathing evened out Tobias slowed the touch, but he didn't break it until he picked up the mask. "Float," he repeated. "You're secure. Safe. Warm. I'm right here."

Noah let his eyes close after the second time Tobias told him to float. He was watching his breathing, slowing his heart rate; for the moment, he was doing everything right.

Slowly, Tobias eased the mask over Noah's face. "The mouth, eyes and ears are open," he said. "It's just going into place. I'll zipper the back, and you can float for a while before we move on. Relax, pet, you're doing a great job." He talked softly as he closed the mask at the back, keeping his voice low and soothing. "There." Once again he touched Noah. "I'm here, you're floating. Safe."

Noah gave him a slow nod, keeping his eyes closed. Noah swallowed a couple of times and the fingers of his free hand started to curl into a fist, but Noah fought that urge and just kept breathing.

"That's it," Tobias said. He talked and petted Noah for a long time, his voice soft and soothing, his touch light. When Noah calmed again, his breathing steady, Tobias said, "Hearing now. Easy, it's just an adjustment. I'm still here, still touching you. You can open your eyes and see me at any point. I'm right here, pet."

Slowly, he plugged Noah's ears, watching as Noah tensed. He stroked his hands over Noah's skin, watching goose bumps form and fade away again, then did up the ear coverings. He stopped talking, Noah unable to hear him, but he stayed where Noah would see him, his touches once more constant and soothing. He hoped.

Noah's eyes opened as soon as he was unable to hear any longer and locked on Tobias' torso. They looked a little panicked at first but softened the longer he had Tobias in his line of vision. Tobias continued to touch him, smoothing over his skin for a long while until, finally, Noah's eyes drifted closed again.

Gradually, Tobias stopped his hands. First, he kept the left moving, but his right stilled on Noah's shoulder for a long moment and then he lifted it off. He allowed the left to roam freely for long minutes, but eventually he slowed that too, right over Noah's heart, and lifted it away. His gaze, he kept on Noah's face.

The boy seemed fine at first, still and centered, with his eyes still closed. But after a moment Tobias noticed a subtle change in Noah's breathing. His boy's eyes flew open wide and his chest started to heave. He made a sound, though his voice was muted and muffled by the gag and the mask, and he stared at the ceiling, not even looking for Tobias in his panic. Both of his hands turning to fists, shaking as his body went tight, but Noah's bell-ball remained silent and clenched tightly in his fingers.

Tobias ignored the ball, Noah clearly in distress. He ran his hands over Noah's torso, hoping to draw attention to himself, but when Noah hadn't so much as blinked in a few seconds, Tobias uncovered his ears. One hand stroking the boy, the other unplugging his ears, Tobias began to talk again. "Right here, sweetheart," he said softly. "I'm right here, and you're safe. I'm taking off the hood, but I need you to breathe, pet." His hand slid to the back of the mask, easing the zipper down.

"Noah, breathe," he said again, keeping his voice low and calm. "The mask will be off in a moment. Look at me, pet. Find me with your eyes; you can see. I'm right here."

Noah's eyes flicked over to him and then everything started to get better. Tobias got the hood off, and Noah began to get his breathing under control. His color got better, and his heart was no longer pounding in his chest.

Tobias moved slowly and deliberately, still saying Noah's name and repeating soft, encouraging words as he reached for the gag to remove it. But as soon as he got to the clasp Noah turned his head, pulling it from his fingers.

Tobias looked at him curiously. "Pet?"

Noah managed one more deep breath and then shook his head in an emphatic "no."

"Are you sure?" Tobias asked seriously.

Noah's eyes were on him and he nodded confidently.

Tobias nodded back, his hand rubbing slow circle on Noah's chest. "Okay. We're going to stay just like this until you're calmer. Just you and me, pet. You're safe, you're secure, and I'm right here. I'm touching you, you can see me, and you can hear me."

Noah nodded again and Tobias kept talking him through it, waiting for his heartrate to drop and his breathing to once more become restful. When that happened, not too much later, Tobias moved slightly to the side. "Let's try this again, pet. You want my voice? I'd like to blindfold you, then, but I'll keep touching. You will be able to hear me and feel me. You will always know that I'm here, I promise. We're slowing down even more."

Noah swallowed and then nodded again. He had a thing about his Master's voice, Tobias knew -- it made him feel safe. Tobias was reasonably certain he could even stop touching Noah eventually, as long as Noah could still hear him. Getting Noah to trust without that reassurance was something to work on.

"Good boy," Tobias said softly. "Just listen to me." He showed Noah the blindfold, holding it above his face. "I'm here and I'm not leaving," he said, slowly lowering the padded strip. "I will never leave you; you're safe with me." He secured the blindfold, keeping words flowing easily and lightly. He didn't care if he repeated himself, and he was certain Noah didn't either; his voice was the key.

Tobias walked around Noah, touching him lightly and monitoring him visually. He seemed settled; Tobias smiled to himself and glanced at his cart. It was time to sweeten the deal with a reward.

"Good boy," he said yet again. "You're doing well, pet. We won't block anything more today -- nice and slow, like everything else. But maybe you'll see a few of the rewards." He stopped touching Noah out of necessity, going to the cart for some hand lotion, talking the whole time. "I'm here. I have a treat for you, pet; something smooth and cool, to help you float."

Tobias noted with some amusement the way the mention of a reward brought Noah's cock to life. Not hard, just a twitch; an unconscious expression, betraying the arousal of his curiosity. He noted the way Noah moved his head just slightly to follow the sound of Tobias' voice, too. Or maybe it was so he could try to figure out what Tobias was doing. Everything else about him seemed perfectly relaxed.

Tobias made the cap of the hand lotion pop as loudly as possible. "This is going to feel nice," he assured Noah, pouring a good portion into his hands and rubbing them together to warm it a little. He moved between Noah's legs and smoothed his hands up his boy's body. "See?" he asked playfully, sliding and slipping over Noah's skin. "Light touch, heavy cream... and all you have to do is float."

Noah took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, presumably finding his space again, or perhaps just relaxing and enjoying the attention. Either way, Tobias felt him get heavier, letting the straps of the sling do the work of supporting him.

Finally.

Tobias talked softly and rubbed lotion into Noah's skin, taking his time. He explored Noah's chest and sides, moving away when Noah began to squirm, and worked his way down one leg and up the other before walking around doing his arms. All the while Noah lay there motionless, breathing evenly and listening to Tobias' voice. This was what Tobias meant when he spoke of floating. He wondered how aware of his state Noah was, or if he was simply so deep that it was happening naturally. Knowing Noah, he suspected the latter.

He got more cream, working his way back up Noah's thighs, letting more of a growl into his voice; it was an experiment of sorts, to see what exactly he could do. Touching Noah was an added bonus. Noah responded to the change in Tobias' voice with a soft moan but remained as he had been, perfectly still.

"Nice," Tobias purred, working the muscle a little harder, letting his hands go higher to sweep just past Noah's balls, up and over his hips. Noah sighed for him, and his balls tucked a bit as Tobias fingers swept past them, then relaxed again as he moved farther up Noah's hips. His cock showed some weak interest, not nearly as much as his nipples, which grew full and hard at the deliberate near miss.

Tobias grinned and did it again, this time circling Noah's nipples carefully. He loved seeing his boy react, especially at such a deep level. Noah moaned again, gently, and tried to arch his chest to Tobias' fingers, but he was too securely restrained to manage it. He didn't fight the bonds, just relaxed back into them and moaned once more.

"Can't move, pet," Tobias said softly. "There's nothing for you to move against. You only exist; what happens is out of your control and in mine. Trust in me -- float and feel and merely be. It's time to let go." He circled a nipple again and drew his fingernail across it lightly, teasing.

Noah nodded slowly, listlessly, as if it were an unconscious move. He let out a long, soft sigh, as his nipple strained and reddened under Tobias' fingers.

"Just drift," Tobias whispered. "Float." His fingers moved down to slide easily over Noah's belly, now slick with lotion. "Feel." He moved lower, caressing Noah's balls, one hand pushing slightly on Noah's hip to make the sling sway. "Trust." One slippery finger traced over Noah's hip bone.

Tobias could almost see the blood rush, watched as the color rose in Noah's cock and it started to stir again. Noah groaned behind his gag and swallowed.

"Pretty boy," Tobias said, letting more of his growl out. "Such a good boy. Trust me, pet." He began to stroke and pet Noah's cock and balls, focusing his touches there while keeping an eye on Noah's other reactions. Satisfied that Noah was calm, if beginning to become aroused, Tobias started the sling swaying, rocking it like a swing.