Conditio Since Qua Non (NCIS) (2/2)
Title: Conditio Sine Qua Non
Author: Gaby (sinfulslasher)
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/character: Leroy Jethro Gibbs / Anthony DiNozzo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ca. 17,000
Kink: first time, spankings, butt plugs, simple bondage, lots of talk about future kinky fun. ;-)
Notes: "Conditio Sine Qua Non" is Latin for "Condition without which it could not be" or "an essential condition and requirement".
Spoilers: This fic takes place during early Season 3. Mentions "Twilight" and especially "Mind Games".
Special thanks to spoonyriffic for beta help!
Summary: DiNozzo is thinking of leaving NCIS. Gibbs knows a way to keep the boy around.
Artist: antares04a Big thanks for the brilliant art!
(Part 1)
Tony's admittedly...commendably concise experience with men was something else that pleased Gibbs. Except for the occasional grope in the locker room and a curious handjob or two as teenager, Tony had been a true ladies' man - though, as he freely admitted, "The older I got, the more I got interested in men. Or the concept of men. But only...well, in combination with some kinky stuff. I...I don't know how to explain, but to me, gay sex and kink belong together. And, um, Gibbs? I...I really only see myself as a bottom. I guess that's why I never really took that final step. I need someone I can trust, I can't just go out and find some stranger and tell him to whip and fuck me. And I've never known a man I trusted enough to...well, you know...until you came along..." Tony trailed off, hating himself for the way he blushed in mortal embarrassment. He was a man, for crissakes, he never blushed! But then Gibbs was standing in front of him again, framing his face with gentle fingers, and then he was graced with that proud little smile as reward, and then Gibbs pressed a kiss to his forehead, and that made everything - the embarrassment, the frustration, the feeling of lacking the most basic knowledge - absolutely everything worth it.
"Enough talk for today, Tony. You did good, and I got the intel I needed. Let me mull this over for a while, and you think about your safewords, okay?"
Tony beamed, preening at the praise, but then he frowned. "I already have an idea or two, Sir," he said hesitantly. "Wanna hear 'em?"
"No. We'll talk about them Sunday afternoon, and I want you to be absolutely sure that they're the right words, so use the time wisely to think about them some more. If you think you already picked them, I have another piece of homework for you." Gibbs grinned at the look of disgust on Tony's face, and tapped the nose that Tony was wrinkling. "You're hog-tied right now, so you can't move much, right?" Tony nodded. "But on top of that, I also chained you to the banister. There's a reason for that. A very good reason. The most important lesson I want you to learn this weekend, in fact." Gibbs gave the younger man an imploring look. "And by Sunday afternoon, I want you to have figured out why I'm chaining you. Got me?"
Tony looked confused by that order, and actually wiggled his hands to make the chain jingle. "Um...I...I guess, Bo-- I mean, Gibbs."
"Use that smart brain of yours," Gibbs encouraged, gently knocking on Tony's forehead. "It's a riddle. Pretend it's a case. Figure out my motive." He grinned, winked, and then went back to his boat, leaving Tony kneeling on the ottoman with a confused look on his face.
They were through talking for the night, but they weren't going to bed? And...which bed would he be sleeping in anyway? He had admitted that he hadn't had any actual intercourse with men yet, and he had also admitted that he considered himself to be a bottom. Was Gibbs going to...? No, he couldn't imagine Gibbs fucking him, not right now. But...were they going to sleep together? In the same bed? Or was Gibbs going to send Tony to the guest room to sleep? Or...or maybe...what if Gibbs did not allow Tony to sleep in a bed? What if he chained him to the bed, but made him sleep on the floor, at the foot of the bed?
Tony whimpered softly and shifted on his knees, trying to adjust his once again too tight sweats. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by the thought of being chained to Gibbs' bed, sleeping on the floor, and then waking up first thing in the morning to service his Dom by offering his mouth or his ass... Tony whimpered again and almost fell off the ottoman in his desperate attempt to find a more comfortable position for his straining erection.
A few feet away, Gibbs grinned into the skeleton of his boat. Oh yeah, he was going to have so much fun training that boy. Even though it was obvious that Tony didn't seem to have learned the very first lesson Gibbs had tried to teach him, and Gibbs was adamant in teaching his boy the hard way before they left the basement for the night.
So, they spent another two hours in the basement, mostly in silence - if the soft whimpers of need from Tony weren't counted - until the younger man softly asked, "Gibbs?"
"Yes, Tony?"
Tony pulled a face and tried to move. "I...I think I got a cramp."
Gibbs immediately walked over and checked Tony's body, finding the muscles in the younger man's right calf all bunched up. He wasn't surprised, since Tony had been chained in position for several hours by now. "How long?" he only asked.
"Not sure. Fifteen minutes or so? I...I tried to massage it away but can't really reach..."
Gibbs unchained Tony and helped him to his feet, making sure the younger man wasn't keeling over. Once he knew Tony stood safely, he knelt down and massaged the calf until the cramp was gone.
Then he stood back up, glared disapprovingly at Tony and landed a thunderous spank to the sweats-clad ass, causing Tony to yelp and jump. "What the hell was that for?!" Tony asked indignantly, reaching back to rub his smarting behind.
Gibbs grabbed the hand and pulled it to the front, cuffing it to the other wrist in order to make sure that Tony couldn't reach back again. "That," he growled, "was punishment for disobeying me. What was the very first order I gave you down here, Tony?"
The younger man blinked in confusion. "Huh?" That earned him another spank, though it was by far milder. It felt more like a headslap aimed at the wrong body part. Still, it rattled Tony's brain into action, and he mentally replayed the evening so far. Finally, he ventured hesitantly, "To, um, use my safewords? Though really, Gibbs, I don't know how I disobeyed you here, because there was no need to--" He yelped again when a third spank landed, this one harder than the last one.
"When are you supposed to use your safeword, Tony?" Gibbs asked sternly. He was clearly pissed off, because this was a lesson Tony needed to learn, and fast. He needed to be able to trust his sub to tell him when he was in distress, no matter which kind.
"When I'm in any kind of physical or emotional stress," Tony dutifully recited. "But I wasn't in any..." He trailed off when he realized that a nasty cramp in one's leg more than fit the definition of physical pain. "Oh."
"Yeah. Oh." Gibbs glared disapprovingly.
Tony opened his mouth to apologize, only to realize something. "Hey! You set me up!" he accused, glaring back.
"Of course I did. I needed to see if you would obey me on this. And you didn't. Tony, I have to be able to trust you. I need to know that you will warn me when something is up. I'll always try to keep a close eye on you, but sometimes, especially during an intense scene, things can sneak up on you without prior warning, and unless you immediately use your safewords to let me know you need help, I might not know until it's too late, and then I would do you harm." Gibbs grabbed Tony's shoulders and shook the younger man slightly. "There's a huge difference between hurting someone and harming someone, Tony. I'm going to hurt you, erotically hurt you, that much I promise, because we both want that. But harm is something completely different. It's bad, it's something a responsible Top will never do to his sub. I will never harm you, Tony, but I need you to help me with that. Got me?"
Tony blinked, thought about this for a long moment, and then nodded, finally understanding why Gibbs had set him up like that. "Gotcha, Gibbs," he said contritely. "Sorry."
Gibbs could clearly see that the lesson had been learned. He smiled approvingly and swatted Tony's butt one more time - but this time gently, encouragingly. "Good. Upstairs. Bed."
The bed, it turned out, was in fact standing in the guest room. Tony wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed, and decided to be happy that he got to sleep in a bed, not on the floor. He was damn exhausted all of a sudden, which didn't surprise Gibbs after the emotional turmoil of the last few days and weeks, but especially of the last few hours. Not that Tony realized that yet. So instead, Gibbs tucked Tony in like a child, pressed another kiss to the broad forehead, and then - chained the left ankle cuff to the bedpost with a long length of chain.
"You should be able to reach the bathroom in case you gotta go during the night, but in case there's anything you need, you holler. Got me? I'm right across the hall, and I'm gonna leave both doors open. I mean it, Tony. You need me for anything, you call me."
Tony stared with wide eyes at Gibbs' stern face, the imploring look, and nodded. "I will, Sir, promise."
"Good." Gibbs tugged at the chain one last time to make sure the padlock held it in place, and then left the room with a soft, "Night, my sub."
The next morning, Gibbs was leaning against the doorframe of the guest room, sipping on a cup of coffee and watching Tony sleep. The younger man looked, for all intents and purposes, like a lost little boy, curled up under the comforter, with his hair sticking up every which way.
It was funny, Gibbs mused, just how much those few hours spent with Tony in the basement the night before had already calmed him. Gibbs felt as if he had found his inner center again, his balance, and if he wanted to get all philosophical on himself, he had to admit he had even found a new purpose in life. It wasn't as life-changing as meeting his first wife, the one who was still and would always be his one true love. Or as life-changing as being a father. But this thing with Tony - if this was going to turn into something serious and not just be a one time get together - looked like it was going to become a huge deal, and he wasn't going to mess it up. Because Gibbs was now more convinved than ever that, as much as he was helping Tony deal with his demons, Tony would be able to slay some of Gibbs' own.
A soft groan from the bed startled him out of his reverie, and Gibbs watched as Tony slowly blinked his eyes open. "Coffee?" a soft voice, still rough from sleep, asked hopefully.
Gibbs chuckled and held up his cup. "There's more where this came from in the kitchen."
"Hmm...coffee." Tony yawned and stretched his arms over his head, then rubbed his eyes with his fist like a two year old. He blinked at Gibbs again. "Breakfast?"
Apparently, the younger man wasn't a morning person, Gibbs decided with another chuckle. Just as well. "Whipped up some bacon and eggs and made some pancakes. Wanna?"
Tony's eyes grew wide. "Pancakes? Waffles, too?" he asked excitedly, scrambling out of the bed and almost falling flat on his face when he got tangled up in the chain that was still attached to his ankle cuff.
"Easy, Tony, easy," Gibbs said gruffly, hastening to open the padlock. "Shower or breakfast first?"
"Gotta pee," Tony murmured back and headed to the en-suite bathroom, not even bothering with closing the door behind him. He was Gibbs' sub, after all, or at least hoped he would be after this 'trial weekend', and so he shouldn't worry about showing his naked body. Besides, it's wasn't as if they hadn't seen each other naked before in the communal showers after a vigorous work-out in the NCIS gym. A minute later, he came trudging back out and announced, "Done peeing. Breakfast now. Shower later."
Definitely not a morning person, Gibbs thought, but only nodded and led the younger man downstairs and into the kitchen where he matter-of-factly chained Tony to the nearest table leg. It was more of a symbolic gesture than anything else, because Tony could easily lift the table and slip the chain out from under the leg, but Gibbs wanted to make sure to always have his sub chained in some way.
Tony frowned for a long moment while he obviously thought the same thing - it wasn't a very effective way of keeping him chained if someone wanted to make sure he stayed where he was - but then he shrugged mentally. There was coffee and hot food, and Gibbs even put a bowl of sugar and milk on the table so Tony could doctor his coffee just the way he liked it.
"Must be love, Gibbs," he said with a grin while he liberally spooned sugar in his coffee.
"Must be," Gibbs agreed with a disgusted look on his face. "Nothing but love could make me do this."
A second later, they both stared at each other, the implication of what they had just said sinking in.
Another second later, Tony was busily stuffing his face with scrambled eggs while Gibbs was studiously reading the morning paper, both men trying very hard to ignore what had just been said.
Once Tony had finished his plate, he asked hesitantly, "Gibbs? What's on the agenda today?"
Gibbs put down the paper, took another sip of his coffee and smiled. "Well, today's topic is Likes and Dislikes. That means, you'll tell me three to five things you definitely want to try, and three to five things you definitely do not want to do." He held up a hand to stop Tony from commenting. "I know that you don't have much experience, and that's fine. I think you should try everything once before deciding you hate it or love it, but we all have our fantasies and we all have our buttons that should better not be pushed due to things in the past. Do you understand what I expect from you, Tony?"
The younger man nodded. "I think so. And I'll easily give you five things I've always wanted to try." He flashed a naughty boy grin. "Not so sure about the dislikes though. As you said, better try it out at least once before going 'ew!'"
Gibbs chuckled. "Good boy for being adventurous. I like that in a sub. But I'm serious about the dislikes, Tony. If there's something in your past that might trigger a bad memory, I want to know about it. So, while I expect your list of Likes and Dislikes, I also want to know a reason why for each activity you mention."
Tony immediately pulled a face. "Do I have to?" he whined.
Gibbs raised one eyebrow. "Only if you want to avoid getting on my shit list."
Tony blinked at that, then nodded. "Reason for each activity, gotcha. I'm already on it, right here." He tapped his temple with the most earnest look he could manage, causing Gibbs to chuckle.
"Glad to hear it. Shower, Tony. Think about your task, and then we can have a little chit-chat."
Tony was surprised that Gibbs didn't take off the wrist and ankle cuffs since they were made of leather - "they're water-proof, Tony" - and for some obscene reason, he liked the idea of seeing those symbols of his submission even while he was washing himself. For a long moment, he was tempted to take care of his morning wood, but a stern, "Don't even think about it, Tony!" coming from the other room had him dropping his hand to his side in record time. How the hell did Gibbs do this anyway? Tony wondered for about the millionth time since he had started to work for the other man.
"I got my first items for the Likes list, Sir," Tony yelled through the open bathroom door a few seconds later while he was toweling his hair. "Wanna hear 'em?"
"No reason to yell, Tony," Gibbs replied with a smile, leaning against the doorframe and causing Tony to jump, because a second before, Gibbs had definitely not been there.
"Stop doing that!" Tony said exasperatedly, then sighed when Gibbs only grinned in reaction. "Okay, first thing I definitely wanna try is roleplay. I've always loved working undercover, pretending to be someone else and all that, you know? And doing a real roleplay must be great fun when it's done right." He gave Gibbs a cheeky grin. "Want me to be your harem boy, Sahib?"
Gibbs growled low in his throat. He had never been much of a roleplayer for the simple fact that he didn't have much of an imagination when it came to this sort of thing, but with a wild child like Tony as a partner, he could definitely see the appeal. "I'll see what I can do," he said. "Though fair warning, Tony, right now I'm only gathering information. We're not gonna do anything about those things. No real playing this weekend, remember?"
Tony threw a huge pout in the other man's general direction and finished drying off. "Spoil sport!" he accused, then donned a fresh pair of boxer shorts, suddenly realizing that he had been naked in front of Gibbs without either of them making a deal out of it. And he found that he liked that. "Well, at least you're doing some with the next item on my list," he continued, holding up his wrists, indicating the still slightly damp cuffs. "Bondage. It's a huge trust issue, but I've been cuffed so many times in my life, I stopped counting." He frowned and mentally rewound. "Well, let me rephrase. Being cuffed on the job has nothing to do with bondage. But I've always wondered what it'd be like to be completely immobilized, especially for a longer period of time. I'm thinking ropes here, though leather ain't bad either." He waggled his eyebrows and looked at the wrist cuffs again.
"Bondage we can do," Gibbs replied with a thoughtful nod. "But we're slowly building up to longer periods of time, and we'll definitely have to build up to you being immobilized, Tony. It doesn't sound like much, but it's actually pretty exhausting at first. You need to learn to relax while your instincts will tell you to fight." He reached out to cup Tony's face. "But I'm sure you'll look magnificent, bound spread-eagled to my cross, helpless, your naked flesh begging to be flogged..." His eyes darkened visibly, and it took him a moment to snap out of his own little fantasy, wondering if maybe floggers were on Tony's Dislikes list. In that case, his comment would have been more than a little counter-productive.
But judging by Tony's wide-eyed stare and the obvious bulge in his boxer shorts, the younger man was all for trying out this particular fantasy as well. He whimpered softly. "Sure you don't wanna give it a try?" he asked Gibbs hopefully after a long moment.
"Positive. Though you're making it really hard to resist."
Which made Tony grin insufferably.
Throughout the day, which was mostly spent in companionable silence but always together, with Gibbs making sure to touch Tony in small ways, getting him used to being manhandled, the younger man slowly added to his lists.
"Spankings, Sir. I really want to find out if spankings are so damn enjoyable. The girl friend I told you about? She got off like never before, and I didn't even fuck her, and I've read so much about erotic spankings that it's just something I've always wanted to try." Tony wrinkled his nose a little. "The swats you gave me last night weren't much fun though, so now I'm not so sure about the spanking part anymore..."
"Those were punishment spanks, Tony," Gibbs explained patiently. "They weren't supposed to feel good. But rest assured that I'm really good at delivering erotic spankings." He held up one callused hand. "A lot of oomph behind this baby here."
Tony stared mesmerized, then reached out to touch the hand. Gibbs let him explore it, every single finger, the palm. "Really wanna try that out, Sir," Tony finally said longingly. "Even if it's just for a minute or so."
Gibbs gave the younger man a long, contemplative look. "Maybe as reward when you're a really good boy," he said, and then repeated, to make extra sure, "Maybe, Tony."
But Tony was already beaming happily.
In between talking about football scores and their dream cars, Tony suddenly blurted, "Okay, I'm not sure this counts as kinky stuff, but it's on my Likes list, and I already gave you the minimum of three items, so the last two are my own bonus, even if they don't count as kinky."
Gibbs raised an amused eyebrow. "Share with me and I'll tell ya if they're kinky?" he suggested.
"Oh. Right." Tony blushed a little and ducked his head, suddenly turning a bit shy. "I, um...I really want to...learn how to give head." He shrugged helplessly. "I love blowjobs, but not many women go for it. I'm just thinking...there's gotta be some kind of secret to a really good blowjob, and...I really want to learn." He looked up hesitantly. "I might not be any good at this, but I do want you to teach me, Sir. If it turns out that I've got no talent for it, well..." He shrugged. "But then at least I'll have tried, you know?"
Gibbs reached out to cup Tony's face again, something he found himself doing a lot, something he felt Tony needed. "I think you'd give great blowjobs, Tony," he said firmly, "and even though this might be a hardship, I'd be willing to volunteer as your guinea pig." He winked, causing Tony to chuckle.
"Yeah, I bet," the younger man mock groused, but then smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Gibbs. I mean, I can't think of anything more embarrassing than hooking up with some stranger in a bar and end up in a back alley for a quick and dirty blowjob, and then be laughed out of town because you suck." It took Tony a moment to realize the double meaning behind what he said, and he frowned. "Well, suck at sucking. You know what I mean."
Gibbs nodded. "I know what you mean. However, this won't ever happen. And you know why?" He glared a little, pure jealousy at the mere thought causing adrenaline to pump through his body. Tony shook his head nervously, suddenly wondering what was going on. Gibbs grabbed the back of the younger man's neck and shook him gently but meaningfully. "Because you're mine, and you won't ever go traipsing around in some seedy back alley going to your knees for some filthy stranger. You got that?"
Tony nodded, and then all but melted against Gibbs. "Yes, Sir," he said submissively, feeling like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.
"Good." Gibbs pulled the younger man closer until they were cuddled next to each other on the couch. He began to card his fingers through Tony's hair affectionately. "So, what's the other non-kinky item on your list?"
"Huh? Oh. Um..." Tony fidgeted, now even more nervous, wondering how Gibbs would react to the last activity since he had already turned into a caveman whilst discussing blowjobs. "I, um, I wanna get fucked, Sir."
Gibbs stilled for a long moment, then asked hesitantly, "You sure about that, Tony?"
The younger man nodded into Gibbs' shoulder. "Never tried that before. Had a girl friend push a finger or two up my ass while she gave me a blowjob, but that was it. And...and I really think it's something I've wanted to try but never had the guts to. You know?" He looked up unsure, and Gibbs nodded slowly.
"Have you ever used a toy on yourself? Butt plug? Dildo? This sort of thing?"
Tony wrinkled his nose again. "No. I...I know you'll laugh but...I've been in adult stores before, and I bought stuff there, but...the idea of buying a butt plug or something? That's just too..."
"Embarrassing?" Gibbs volunteered. Tony nodded. "Okay, listen to me, Tony. You need to stop thinking about what others might think of you. If you like something, you ask for it. Trust me, whatever you think is outrageous by your standards, people in such stores have seen more outrageous stuff. And Abby told me that you can get everything you could possibly imagine off this internet thing. Why haven't you tried that then?"
"Dunno." Tony shrugged. "It's just...not the same. Pushing some cold rubber or plastic thing up your ass or being, you know, fucked." He shrugged again.
"I agree. However, I'm not going to fuck you before I've trained you to take butt plugs. I need to slowly get you used to...my girth."
Tony's eyes widened, and then widened even more when he remembered Gibbs' cock. The man's cock wasn't particularly long, but damn thick. Blunt.
Damn.
"Still sure about the fucking part?" Gibbs asked. "And before you answer, let me tell you something: Whether or not we decide to pursue our relationship will have nothing to do with you putting out, you got me? There are other ways to get off, Tony. Hell, we could decide to keep this thing strictly kinky, without any sex. You got me? Be honest. Do I want to fuck you? Hell, yes. Do I need to? No. I will never force myself on you, Tony, not in any way. No harm, remember?"
Tony listened intently, and then nodded solemnly. "I...I do remember. And...and thank you, Gibbs, for reassuring me. But I really want to, you know, be fucked. I want to know how it feels, at least once."
Gibbs gave Tony a long, searching look, and then finally nodded once. "Okay. Put it down on your list then."
They were in the middle of dinner when Gibbs brought up the subject Tony had hoped to avoid. "You still haven't told me your Dislikes, Tony," he reminded the younger man gently.
Tony pulled a face. "Yeah, I know." He quickly stuffed half a baked potato into his mouth as excuse to not have to speak. But even with some thorough chewing, the food was finally gone. Tony sighed. "Okay, just...don't make a big deal out of anything I'm about to tell you, alright?"
Gibbs raised a surprised eyebrow, but only pushed his chair back to lean back comfortably. He took a sip from his ever present cup of coffee and nodded at Tony, encouraging him to continue.
After a deep sigh, Tony said, "Don't humiliate me verbally. I mean, you...you do that occasionally at work, and...and it always really hurts me, it just really stings, you know? But...that's work, and you're my boss, and you're well known for your, um, tough love approach where your team is concerned. I can deal with that as your senior agent. I don't think I can take it as your sub."
Gibbs felt sucker punched. "Why didn't you ever say anything, Tony?" he asked softly.
"Would it have mattered?"
"Of course it would've mattered!" Gibbs thundered, but immediately calmed his features when he saw Tony flinch. "Look," he continued reasonably, "I can't change when I don't know that something is bothering you. Right?"
"So, if I told you to stop headslapping me because they bother me, you would?"
Now, Gibbs grinned. "No. Because I know you'd be lying."
Tony ducked his head in a desperate attempt to hide his smile. "True enough." He sighed and grew serious again. "But I don't want you to change, not at work anyway. Look, Gibbs, I want you to promise me that things won't change between us at work if we decide to go ahead with this...thing we're trying out right now. I don't want my boss to change, I don't want my work relationship with you to change. If you tell me that a kinky relationship between us will change our work relationship, I'm outta here." Tony suddenly had a stubborn look on his face that brooked no argument.
But Gibbs only nodded his consent. "No change, Tony. Rule 12 exists for a reason, because a personal relationship usually changes the work relationship, and in our line of work, that can end deadly. But for some reason, I'm pretty sure we'll be able to pull it off, which is why I'm willing to ignore my own damn rule. And I swear, I don't want you to change, though I'll regret ever saying that the next time your pranks drive me crazy." Here, Gibbs grinned slightly, and Tony chuffed in amusement. "But no, I don't want you to change. And I promise that I won't change." He grew serious before adding, "Except for the verbal humiliation."
Tony immediately shook his head. "I can deal with your occasional snide comment that makes me the butt of your joke. It's okay, really. Just...don't do it when we're together. Here. Like that. Okay?"
Gibbs continued to look at Tony searchingly, but finally had to admit that the man was tougher than most people gave him credit for. If Tony insisted on being treated no differently at work, then he'd continue to ride the man's ass. "No verbal humiliation for my sub," Gibbs promised solemnly.
"Thank you," Tony said softly, then took a deep breath and plowed right on. "I'm open to pretty much any kind of toy being used on me, paddles, floggers, canes, whatever. Just don't use belts on me, please."
Gibbs raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. Instead, he only asked, "The belt specifically, or any kind of leather implement?"
"Just the belt. I like leather." Tony raised one of his wrists and pointed at the cuff there. "Leather is kinky. Tony likes kinky." He grinned.
Gibbs wasn't fooled by the mega-watt smile, but only nodded. "No belts, ever. Promise."
Tony looked grateful, but then his resolve faltered. "I...I mean, maybe...sometime in future...when I feel s-safe."
"Tony, I'm going to respect your limits. Don't try to leave your comfort zone in a desperate attempt to please me. You only please me by being honest and respectful. You were honest when you told me I shouldn't use belts on you. And I won't. Now, deep breath. Next item on the list."
The younger man blinked, still trying to wrap his head around the concept of Gibbs accepting his limits like this. It had been so hard for him to work up the courage to share his Dislikes, and he was amazed by Gibbs' reaction. Slightly encouraged, he took another deep breath and shared the biggest issue he had. "No Daddy play." He pulled a face. "What...what I mean is, while I really love to do all kinds of roleplay, I don't think I can stand any kind of real Daddy play. I...I just honestly don't think I could call you that, especially not in a sexual situation."
Gibbs actually shuddered at that. "No," he said quickly. "This would be one of my own very hard limits." And maybe, just maybe, he was going to share with the younger man why that was so. But not now. And not in the near future. Shannon and especially Kelly were still too precious to him to share with anyone. "No Daddy play, Tony, not ever, I solemnly swear."
Tony sighed in relief. "Thank you." He was so clearly relieved that this discussion was over that he forgot he was chained to the table leg, and almost fell on his face when he stood up to carry the plates to the sink.
"Sit down, Tony," Gibbs ordered with a roll of his eyes. "We're not finished yet. I can take an educated guess why you picked those three items, but I want to hear it from you. Tell me why those are your Dislikes."
Tony pulled a face. "Do I really have to, Gibbs?" he whined, earning himself a stern glare in response. He sighed and hung his head. "My father, okay? His performance as daddy dearest was less than stellar, and some of the stuff he did to me as a kid, I really don't want to be reminded of as an adult." Tony crossed his arms defensively, the beginnings of a sulk on his face.
"Good enough." Gibbs stood up, cleared the table and then unchained Tony, gently pushing him into the living room. "You did good, kid," he praised softly. "Come here." He sat down in the middle of the couch and patted his lap. Tony raised an amused eyebrow.
"You want me to curl up in your lap?" he asked incredulously.
"No, I want you to lie down across it." Gibbs patted his thigh again encouragingly. "You deserve a reward after spilling your guts. Come on."
Not entirely sure what was going to happen, Tony slowly got into position. A second later, he jumped in surprise when Gibbs' right hand began to gently, aimlessly stroke across his butt. After a minute or two, the stroking was interspersed by a gentle pat or two. The left hand began to card through Tony's hair, making the younger man purr contentedly.
The stroking and patting continued for a good half an hour, and slowly but steadily, Gibbs added the occasional gentle spank, carefully warming the younger man's butt through the boxer shorts he was still wearing. Tony was so blissed out by then that it took him a long moment to realize that his boxers were pulled down and something cold and slippery was inserted into his butt. "Gibbs? Sir? What...what are you doing?" He tried to crane his neck, but the hand in his hair kept him gently but firmly in place.
"Prepping you for a butt plug. My sub expressed interest in having his brains fucked out, so, as a responsible Dom, I'm preparing my boy's virgin ass. I take it that you're okay with this?" Gibbs raised an amused eyebrow, one finger inside Tony.
Tony blinked, processed the new information, and then eagerly thrust back. "Oh, prep the living daylights out of me!" he exclaimed, trying his best to relax and allow Gibbs to add a second and third finger, but the older man was taking his own sweet time prepping Tony.
The entire process, from the first gentle stroke of his hand on Tony's butt to finally inserting the plug, took over an hour, and by then the younger man was sweating, panting, and rock hard. Gibbs watched in amusement how Tony was humping his lap.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" he chuckled and reached between Tony's legs to cup the younger man's genitals.
Tony cried out in shock and then thrust in earnest. "Gotta come, Gibbs, gotta come now," he whined. "Please, please let me come!"
Gibbs hadn't planned on any kind of sexual activity during their first weekend, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, and so he mentally shrugged, fisted Tony's erection, and gave his sub an expert handjob. An embarrassingly few seconds later, Tony orgasmed with a hoarse shout, and then slumped across Gibbs' lap. Gibbs grinned, pulled his hand back, wiped Tony's cum on the slightly pink ass and then pulled up the boxer shorts, patting them in place. "There," he said. "And now it's time for bed."
The next morning, Gibbs went to wake up his slumbering sub, only to find Tony already awake. "Morning, sleepyhead," Gibbs greeted with a smile, but then realized that the younger man seemed...almost subdued. Even though Tony wasn't a morning person, there was something else that didn't seem right. The contemplative, almost guarded look on Tony's face warned Gibbs that he was in for one hell of a ride unless he nipped in the bud whatever was going on in Tony's over-imaginative mind.
Gibbs had spent half the night thinking about what he had learned about his new sub. He had always suspected that Tony's father had been a bastard, but the idea of a young Tony being whipped with a belt and verbally humiliated, possibly in front of a room full of people... Well, Gibbs had gone to work on his boat for another hour or two before going to bed, needing to work through the emotions this one simple image conjured up.
And apparently, Tony had spent some of the night thinking about the same thing, because the fact that he couldn't meet Gibbs' eyes was a clear indicator that he felt ashamed. He had spilled his guts, shared secrets nobody else knew, and finally even humped Gibbs' lap like a dog in heat, only to get off. That was a lot to work through, and apparently, Tony had done exactly that instead of sleeping. And he must have come to the wrong conclusions, because instead of eagerly jumping out of bed, he actually pulled up the comforter to hide his naked chest.
And that just wouldn't do.
"Rise and shine," Gibbs ordered with a bright smile, pulling the comforter away and unlocking the chain from Tony's ankle cuff. "Pee, breakfast, shower, like yesterday?"
"I...already peed. I'd like a shower first. The boxers are stuck to my ass." Tony pulled a face at that.
"Well, they should. You spilled an impressive amount last night," Gibbs retorted lightly. "Come on, kneel up and present ass, I want to check your butt for damage and get the plug out." He snapped his fingers and pointed to the end of the mattress, indicating where he wanted his sub. Tony blinked at the particular choice of words, but obeyed without arguing, so Gibbs decided it was the right idea to go toppy on the boy. "That's some of the commands I expect you to learn," he said conversationally while he pulled the boxer shorts carefully down. "We're gonna work on positions and such some other time. For now, know that 'present ass' can mean something good or something bad. In this case, it's something good, don't worry." He grinned, even though he knew Tony couldn't see it, and patted the naked butt. "Looks good, not even pink anymore. Would you like a few more swats? A morning spanking, nice and gentle?" He stroked the quivering ass while carefully beginning to pull on the butt plug, rotating it a little until he could pull it out.
"Maybe later," Tony replied softly, which made Gibbs raise an eyebrow. Oh yeah, that boy had definitely done some deep thinking and had lost himself in his own head. That would most definitely not do.
Gibbs landed a slightly stinging slap to get the younger man going. "Shower," he ordered. "You've got five minutes. For every ten seconds longer, I'll give you one swat. Go!"
Tony blinked, clearly thrown by this, and then scrambled to obey. Gibbs grinned to himself and sat down on the bed, checking his watch. He knew Tony would never be able to make it. Which was exactly what he had planned.
In the end, Tony earned himself fourteen spanks, which he took with ill grace at first, lying stiffly across Gibbs' lap, but after about the tenth swat, he began to slowly relax. Of course, Gibbs did his best to deliver a nice spanking, not a punishment one, and it really seemed to do the trick.
However, he wasn't going to stop there. Instead, he ordered Tony to stay naked and led him into the kitchen where he pointed to the floor next to his chair. Tony looked at the indicated spot, a confused frown on his face. "Um...Gibbs?"
"Kneel, Tony. Breakfast. Obey me."
Tony stared at Gibbs for a long moment, surprised by the change from friendly comraderie of the day before to the curt orders. For a second or two, he glared rebelliously at the older man's back, and he actually drew himself up to his full height, but then he blinked and forced himself to take a deep, calming breath. Tony closed his eyes and replayed Gibbs' no-nonsense order in his mind. He let the stern words wash over him, felt them wrap around him, making him feel safe, protected. He realized that he didn't need to think, he only needed to obey. And he really didn't want to think - not about what he had shared the night before, the implications, or what the future might hold. All he wanted to do was be a good sub, because, damn it, Gibbs had offered him a safe haven, something to hold onto in the emotional turmoil he was in ever since Kate got killed.
And so he dropped to his knees.
Gibbs nodded once, wrapped Tony's arms around the table leg and chained the cuffs together, effectively refusing the younger man the use of his hands. "You're doing good, Tony," he praised with a ruffle of the dark hair, then put food and coffee on the table and sat down in the chair next to the younger man. "Now open up."
And before he knew it, Tony was being handfed his breakfast.
At first, he felt embarrassed. But after a few minutes, he just relaxed into the inevitable, stopped thinking and started just being. He opened his mouth whenever his Dom's hand came near, and chewed dutifully. After a little while, he leaned into Gibbs' strong leg, which earned him another hair ruffle.
Gibbs made sure to draw out the breakfast, wanting to spend as much time with Tony like that as possible. And even when they were done eating and he unchained Tony from the table, the younger man stayed close, following Gibbs while he cleaned the kitchen and then made more fresh coffee. For some reason, Tony needed to be close to Gibbs, as if he was bound to the other man in some way, and when they went to the living room, Tony went down on his knees next to the couch without thinking, leaning against Gibbs' leg again.
They sat like that for a good while, with Gibbs carding his fingers gently through Tony's hair. The younger man seemed to doze almost, resting his head on the strong thigh, and Gibbs was happily giving his sub all the time he needed.
After another few minutes, Tony startled, as if waking up, and sat up straight. He blinked and looked up at Gibbs with a slightly confused look on his face.
"Hey," Gibbs said with a smile. "Back with me, I see."
"What...what happened?" Tony asked, rubbing a hand over his face.
"Did you enjoy where you were?" Gibbs asked instead of answering. "You looked like you enjoyed it."
Tony thought about that for a long moment. "I guess I did. It was...refreshing, almost." He frowned, not sure he was making any sense. "I wish I knew what exactly this 'where' was..."
Gibbs smiled and pulled the younger man between his legs, framing Tony's face. "That, Tony, was subspace. I'm surprised you managed to enter it so early, but I'm really glad you did. I'm proud of you, kiddo." He pressed a kiss to Tony's forehead and smiled warmly.
"That...that was subspace? The...the elusive headspace I read so much about? Wow." Tony frowned, thinking about this. "Can...can you take me there again? I really liked it there. It felt...peaceful, somehow."
"We can try it again later today, if you like. For now, I say that my sub earned himself a good old fashioned spanking and another butt plug, hmm? A slightly bigger one?"
Tony looked pleased by that. "So, you're really working on prepping me to...take you?" he asked with a general nod in the direction of Gibbs' genitals.
"Absolutely. We might not be doing anything else today, but I always like to be prepared." Gibbs winked and patted his lap, then laughed at the exuberance with which Tony threw himself into position.
The spanking this time took longer and was more thorough. Before Gibbs even began to prep his sub to take the butt plug, Tony was humping and begging desperately. "I need to come, Sir. Please, may I come?"
The softly spoken plea hit Gibbs like a freight train. God, how he had missed Top space. And apparently, from the blissed out look on Tony's face, someone had entered subspace again as well.
Gibbs trapped the younger man's straining erection between his thighs, leaned down and whispered into Tony's ear, "Come, my sub."
Which Tony immediately did. Spectacularly. Gibbs pushed the butt plug matter-of-factly in, disentangled himself gently and got up. Then he rolled Tony onto his side and cleaned him gently. The younger man had his eyes closed and sighed softly.
"Sleep, Tony," Gibbs gently ordered, tucking a quilt around the naked form on the couch. He placed another kiss to Tony's forehead and then went to fix lunch.
Lunch turned out to be a late affair for the simple fact that Tony was out like a light for a couple of hours, probably due to the fact that he had hardly slept during the night. Gibbs was perfectly content to wait, since he had made sandwiches, and not any kind of hot food. When Tony did finally stir, Gibbs got out of his easy chair and walked over to the couch, leaning down to make sure that the first thing the younger man saw was the smiling face of his Dom.
"Hey, sleepyhead," Gibbs greeted, chucking Tony under his chin. "How do you feel?"
Tony yawned, stretched, and then rubbed his eyes with his fists. "Well rested," he finally admitted with a weak grin. "And hungry."
"Good." Gibbs snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot in front of the couch, making it clear that Tony was going to be handfed again. The younger man just smiled and obediently got down on his knees, the chain that attached him to the coffee table clinking softly as he moved.
"Gibbs?" he asked hesitantly. "I know this is silly but...I really like that."
"Like what, Tony?" Gibbs asked, sitting down and placing the plate with sandwiches in his lap. "Being chained?"
"No. Well, that too. But I actually meant...um, being fed like that." Tony ducked his head, embarrassed that he was blushing yet again.
"Well, glad to hear it because I like feeding you." Gibbs smiled down at his sub and offered the first bite of the sandwich.
By the end of lunch, Tony was leaning against Gibbs' leg again, completely relaxed and at peace with himself. Gibbs stroked a hand through the younger man's hair, enjoying the contented look on Tony's face, but then said carefully, "Time's almost up, Tony." He nodded at the clock on the mantelpiece when Tony looked at him with a confused frown. "Remember, we agreed on Sunday afternoon, 4 PM."
Tony continued to frown for a long moment, then realized what Gibbs was hinting at. "Oh," he said softly, visibly leaving subspace. He shook himself and sighed. "So, um...what does that mean? Are you... I mean, are we... Is this the time where you tell me it was a nice experiment, but we'd better not--" He yelped when a combination of headslap and hard ass spank landed.
"Do not dare even think that!" Gibbs growled warningly. "Yes, I did say Friday evening that this weekend would be a trial run, but I also said that this would be the start of something solid unless we both decided it wasn't for us after all. Are you trying to tell me that you want out?"
"No! God, no, Gibbs!" Tony shook his head. "I just... I was just worried that you might..." He trailed off, not sure what to say.
Gibbs sighed. Damn insecurity. He kept forgetting how damn insecure the younger man was. "No, Tony," he said, framing Tony's face with both hands. "You're a keeper. You got me? A keeper." He shook Tony slightly to get his point across, and waited until the younger man nodded in agreement. "Good. Glad we got that out of the way. But I also gave you homework for this weekend, remember? And before the time's up, I want to know if you were a good boy and did as you were told."
Tony stared up with wide eyes. "Oh," he said softly. "Yeah, um... The safewords, right? I came up with real good ones, Sir." He nodded solemnly, clearly relieved that he was going to get the opportunity to use them. Well, Tony hoped he was never going to actually have to use them, but he was thrilled to know that there would be future meetings with his Dom that required him having safewords in the first place. "Wanna hear 'em?"
Gibbs couldn't help but smile at the earnest look on Tony's face. "Always."
"Okay, my safewords. The slow word is Buckeye." Tony grinned at that. "Because, really, after every damn game, I hurt in so many places, I could only move slowly." Gibbs laughed out loud at that and cuffed the side of Tony's head in mock exasperation. The younger man grinned even more. "And my stop word is Ferrari, for pretty obvious reasons. Magnum. Red Ferrari. You know?" And Gibbs did know, even if pop culture wasn't his strong point. But even he knew who Magnum P.I. was.
"Those are damn good safewords, Tony, well done," he praised. "That means, next time we meet and decide to maybe spend some time in my playroom downstairs, that we're well prepped. We'll always start each play session with you telling me your safewords, Tony, so you'd better not forget them."
Tony nodded to show he understood, but something else was on his mind. "We're gonna spend time in your dungeon next weekend?" he asked eagerly, all but prancing in place. "You promise?"
Gibbs held up a hand. "Depending on work and our mental condition," he said cautiously. "But as far as I'm concerned, if we're both free on weekends, your ass is mine." He flashed a lecherous grin and waggled his eyebrows. Tony looked pleased by that.
"Okay!" he said agreeably, wriggling between Gibbs' legs and kneeling up until they were almost nose to nose. "And now I'm officially your sub?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes, Tony, if you'll have me as your Dom." Tony nodded enthusiastically, which made Gibbs chuckle. "Come here, you," he said, taking Tony's face between his hands and leaning in to share their first chaste kiss. He was determined not to let it get any further than that, not this weekend, but apparently, it was more than enough for Tony, who looked pleased with the way things were going. "One last thing though, Tony," Gibbs cautioned. "Remember the other piece of homework I gave you?"
Tony knelt down and gave Gibbs a long look. "You mean...why do you keep chaining me?" Gibbs nodded. "Because you're a kinky bastard?" Tony ventured.
Gibbs chuckled at that. "True enough, but not the reason." He grew serious. "There's a very good reason, Tony, and an important one. Can you think of the reason?"
Tony just shrugged helplessly. "I did try to figure this one out, Gibbs, but..." He shrugged again.
Gibbs gave the younger man a long, searching look, but it was clear that Tony was drawing a blank. He decided to give him a clue. "Well, why would you want to chain someone?" he asked. "When you chain a suspect to a chair, why do you do that?"
Tony frowned, confused. "So he doesn't get away," he said. "I got that part, Gibbs, but you chained me to furniture that I could easily move, like the kitchen table or the couch table here." Tony pointed to the piece of furniture in question. "I could've gotten away easily if I wanted to." He shrugged helplessly.
Gibbs sighed softly. The younger man was right, of course, but Gibbs had hoped that the symbolism alone of chaining him in place would have been enough to drive the lesson home. "Okay," he said, realizing it wouldn't do to let the younger man guess his motives. He could see that Tony had tried his best to figure it out, but had failed because Gibbs had given mixed messages. "Listen, and listen closely, Tony, because I'm not gonna repeat myself." He reached down to grab the chain, jingling it. "I wanted to make sure that you weren't going to bolt. I know you could have, by lifting the table and pulling the chain out from under it. But I was going for the symbolism here, Tony. I wanted to make sure that you were not going to run away. And not just this weekend." He gave Tony another long look. "You are not going to bolt, Tony. Are you?"
Tony blinked, slightly confused, but then realized what Gibbs actually meant. "No," he said softly. "Not gonna bolt. Staying right here with you, Sir." He dipped his head in acknowledgement, then added meaningfully, "And with you, Boss."
"Correct answer," Gibbs said with a look of fierce pride, planting another kiss full on Tony's lips, and then unfastening the chain from the ankle cuff.
Tony smiled happily. "But that doesn't mean you won't ever chain me up again, does it?" he asked, slightly worried.
"You'll be plenty chained, Tony," Gibbs promised. "And if you like, we can give it a shot next time we meet. How's that?"
The younger man immediately nodded, then wiggled up until he was nose to nose with Gibbs again. "Do I have to leave now, Gibbs?" he asked plaintively. "I know we said the weekend would end Sunday at four, but...I'd really like to stay." Suddenly, he looked like the lost five year old again. "I don't want to go, Sir."
"Well, then you don't have to." Gibbs caressed Tony's cheekbone with a thumb. "You want to spend the night?"
Tony took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and then worked up the courage to say, "If I get to spend it in your bed."
Gibbs looked slightly surprised by his sub's bold demand, then cast a quick glance at the clock on the mantelpiece, which informed him that it was a quarter to four. He dropped his eyes back to Tony, his sub, who knelt eagerly at his feet, looking up pleadingly, and wriggling his still slightly pink ass from the noon spanking he had received.
And then Tony licked his lips.
Gibbs stood up abruptly, almost knocking over the younger man, and quickly adjusted his suddenly too tight jeans. He hauled Tony up to his feet and shoved him almost roughly towards the stairs, growling with a sex rough voice, "We're gonna make it an early night."
Though, in the end, it turned out that they didn't get much sleep anyway.
THE END.
Author: Gaby (sinfulslasher)
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/character: Leroy Jethro Gibbs / Anthony DiNozzo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ca. 17,000
Kink: first time, spankings, butt plugs, simple bondage, lots of talk about future kinky fun. ;-)
Notes: "Conditio Sine Qua Non" is Latin for "Condition without which it could not be" or "an essential condition and requirement".
Spoilers: This fic takes place during early Season 3. Mentions "Twilight" and especially "Mind Games".
Special thanks to spoonyriffic for beta help!
Summary: DiNozzo is thinking of leaving NCIS. Gibbs knows a way to keep the boy around.
Artist: antares04a Big thanks for the brilliant art!
(Part 1)
Tony's admittedly...commendably concise experience with men was something else that pleased Gibbs. Except for the occasional grope in the locker room and a curious handjob or two as teenager, Tony had been a true ladies' man - though, as he freely admitted, "The older I got, the more I got interested in men. Or the concept of men. But only...well, in combination with some kinky stuff. I...I don't know how to explain, but to me, gay sex and kink belong together. And, um, Gibbs? I...I really only see myself as a bottom. I guess that's why I never really took that final step. I need someone I can trust, I can't just go out and find some stranger and tell him to whip and fuck me. And I've never known a man I trusted enough to...well, you know...until you came along..." Tony trailed off, hating himself for the way he blushed in mortal embarrassment. He was a man, for crissakes, he never blushed! But then Gibbs was standing in front of him again, framing his face with gentle fingers, and then he was graced with that proud little smile as reward, and then Gibbs pressed a kiss to his forehead, and that made everything - the embarrassment, the frustration, the feeling of lacking the most basic knowledge - absolutely everything worth it.
"Enough talk for today, Tony. You did good, and I got the intel I needed. Let me mull this over for a while, and you think about your safewords, okay?"
Tony beamed, preening at the praise, but then he frowned. "I already have an idea or two, Sir," he said hesitantly. "Wanna hear 'em?"
"No. We'll talk about them Sunday afternoon, and I want you to be absolutely sure that they're the right words, so use the time wisely to think about them some more. If you think you already picked them, I have another piece of homework for you." Gibbs grinned at the look of disgust on Tony's face, and tapped the nose that Tony was wrinkling. "You're hog-tied right now, so you can't move much, right?" Tony nodded. "But on top of that, I also chained you to the banister. There's a reason for that. A very good reason. The most important lesson I want you to learn this weekend, in fact." Gibbs gave the younger man an imploring look. "And by Sunday afternoon, I want you to have figured out why I'm chaining you. Got me?"
Tony looked confused by that order, and actually wiggled his hands to make the chain jingle. "Um...I...I guess, Bo-- I mean, Gibbs."
"Use that smart brain of yours," Gibbs encouraged, gently knocking on Tony's forehead. "It's a riddle. Pretend it's a case. Figure out my motive." He grinned, winked, and then went back to his boat, leaving Tony kneeling on the ottoman with a confused look on his face.
They were through talking for the night, but they weren't going to bed? And...which bed would he be sleeping in anyway? He had admitted that he hadn't had any actual intercourse with men yet, and he had also admitted that he considered himself to be a bottom. Was Gibbs going to...? No, he couldn't imagine Gibbs fucking him, not right now. But...were they going to sleep together? In the same bed? Or was Gibbs going to send Tony to the guest room to sleep? Or...or maybe...what if Gibbs did not allow Tony to sleep in a bed? What if he chained him to the bed, but made him sleep on the floor, at the foot of the bed?
Tony whimpered softly and shifted on his knees, trying to adjust his once again too tight sweats. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by the thought of being chained to Gibbs' bed, sleeping on the floor, and then waking up first thing in the morning to service his Dom by offering his mouth or his ass... Tony whimpered again and almost fell off the ottoman in his desperate attempt to find a more comfortable position for his straining erection.
A few feet away, Gibbs grinned into the skeleton of his boat. Oh yeah, he was going to have so much fun training that boy. Even though it was obvious that Tony didn't seem to have learned the very first lesson Gibbs had tried to teach him, and Gibbs was adamant in teaching his boy the hard way before they left the basement for the night.
So, they spent another two hours in the basement, mostly in silence - if the soft whimpers of need from Tony weren't counted - until the younger man softly asked, "Gibbs?"
"Yes, Tony?"
Tony pulled a face and tried to move. "I...I think I got a cramp."
Gibbs immediately walked over and checked Tony's body, finding the muscles in the younger man's right calf all bunched up. He wasn't surprised, since Tony had been chained in position for several hours by now. "How long?" he only asked.
"Not sure. Fifteen minutes or so? I...I tried to massage it away but can't really reach..."
Gibbs unchained Tony and helped him to his feet, making sure the younger man wasn't keeling over. Once he knew Tony stood safely, he knelt down and massaged the calf until the cramp was gone.
Then he stood back up, glared disapprovingly at Tony and landed a thunderous spank to the sweats-clad ass, causing Tony to yelp and jump. "What the hell was that for?!" Tony asked indignantly, reaching back to rub his smarting behind.
Gibbs grabbed the hand and pulled it to the front, cuffing it to the other wrist in order to make sure that Tony couldn't reach back again. "That," he growled, "was punishment for disobeying me. What was the very first order I gave you down here, Tony?"
The younger man blinked in confusion. "Huh?" That earned him another spank, though it was by far milder. It felt more like a headslap aimed at the wrong body part. Still, it rattled Tony's brain into action, and he mentally replayed the evening so far. Finally, he ventured hesitantly, "To, um, use my safewords? Though really, Gibbs, I don't know how I disobeyed you here, because there was no need to--" He yelped again when a third spank landed, this one harder than the last one.
"When are you supposed to use your safeword, Tony?" Gibbs asked sternly. He was clearly pissed off, because this was a lesson Tony needed to learn, and fast. He needed to be able to trust his sub to tell him when he was in distress, no matter which kind.
"When I'm in any kind of physical or emotional stress," Tony dutifully recited. "But I wasn't in any..." He trailed off when he realized that a nasty cramp in one's leg more than fit the definition of physical pain. "Oh."
"Yeah. Oh." Gibbs glared disapprovingly.
Tony opened his mouth to apologize, only to realize something. "Hey! You set me up!" he accused, glaring back.
"Of course I did. I needed to see if you would obey me on this. And you didn't. Tony, I have to be able to trust you. I need to know that you will warn me when something is up. I'll always try to keep a close eye on you, but sometimes, especially during an intense scene, things can sneak up on you without prior warning, and unless you immediately use your safewords to let me know you need help, I might not know until it's too late, and then I would do you harm." Gibbs grabbed Tony's shoulders and shook the younger man slightly. "There's a huge difference between hurting someone and harming someone, Tony. I'm going to hurt you, erotically hurt you, that much I promise, because we both want that. But harm is something completely different. It's bad, it's something a responsible Top will never do to his sub. I will never harm you, Tony, but I need you to help me with that. Got me?"
Tony blinked, thought about this for a long moment, and then nodded, finally understanding why Gibbs had set him up like that. "Gotcha, Gibbs," he said contritely. "Sorry."
Gibbs could clearly see that the lesson had been learned. He smiled approvingly and swatted Tony's butt one more time - but this time gently, encouragingly. "Good. Upstairs. Bed."
The bed, it turned out, was in fact standing in the guest room. Tony wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed, and decided to be happy that he got to sleep in a bed, not on the floor. He was damn exhausted all of a sudden, which didn't surprise Gibbs after the emotional turmoil of the last few days and weeks, but especially of the last few hours. Not that Tony realized that yet. So instead, Gibbs tucked Tony in like a child, pressed another kiss to the broad forehead, and then - chained the left ankle cuff to the bedpost with a long length of chain.
"You should be able to reach the bathroom in case you gotta go during the night, but in case there's anything you need, you holler. Got me? I'm right across the hall, and I'm gonna leave both doors open. I mean it, Tony. You need me for anything, you call me."
Tony stared with wide eyes at Gibbs' stern face, the imploring look, and nodded. "I will, Sir, promise."
"Good." Gibbs tugged at the chain one last time to make sure the padlock held it in place, and then left the room with a soft, "Night, my sub."
The next morning, Gibbs was leaning against the doorframe of the guest room, sipping on a cup of coffee and watching Tony sleep. The younger man looked, for all intents and purposes, like a lost little boy, curled up under the comforter, with his hair sticking up every which way.
It was funny, Gibbs mused, just how much those few hours spent with Tony in the basement the night before had already calmed him. Gibbs felt as if he had found his inner center again, his balance, and if he wanted to get all philosophical on himself, he had to admit he had even found a new purpose in life. It wasn't as life-changing as meeting his first wife, the one who was still and would always be his one true love. Or as life-changing as being a father. But this thing with Tony - if this was going to turn into something serious and not just be a one time get together - looked like it was going to become a huge deal, and he wasn't going to mess it up. Because Gibbs was now more convinved than ever that, as much as he was helping Tony deal with his demons, Tony would be able to slay some of Gibbs' own.
A soft groan from the bed startled him out of his reverie, and Gibbs watched as Tony slowly blinked his eyes open. "Coffee?" a soft voice, still rough from sleep, asked hopefully.
Gibbs chuckled and held up his cup. "There's more where this came from in the kitchen."
"Hmm...coffee." Tony yawned and stretched his arms over his head, then rubbed his eyes with his fist like a two year old. He blinked at Gibbs again. "Breakfast?"
Apparently, the younger man wasn't a morning person, Gibbs decided with another chuckle. Just as well. "Whipped up some bacon and eggs and made some pancakes. Wanna?"
Tony's eyes grew wide. "Pancakes? Waffles, too?" he asked excitedly, scrambling out of the bed and almost falling flat on his face when he got tangled up in the chain that was still attached to his ankle cuff.
"Easy, Tony, easy," Gibbs said gruffly, hastening to open the padlock. "Shower or breakfast first?"
"Gotta pee," Tony murmured back and headed to the en-suite bathroom, not even bothering with closing the door behind him. He was Gibbs' sub, after all, or at least hoped he would be after this 'trial weekend', and so he shouldn't worry about showing his naked body. Besides, it's wasn't as if they hadn't seen each other naked before in the communal showers after a vigorous work-out in the NCIS gym. A minute later, he came trudging back out and announced, "Done peeing. Breakfast now. Shower later."
Definitely not a morning person, Gibbs thought, but only nodded and led the younger man downstairs and into the kitchen where he matter-of-factly chained Tony to the nearest table leg. It was more of a symbolic gesture than anything else, because Tony could easily lift the table and slip the chain out from under the leg, but Gibbs wanted to make sure to always have his sub chained in some way.
Tony frowned for a long moment while he obviously thought the same thing - it wasn't a very effective way of keeping him chained if someone wanted to make sure he stayed where he was - but then he shrugged mentally. There was coffee and hot food, and Gibbs even put a bowl of sugar and milk on the table so Tony could doctor his coffee just the way he liked it.
"Must be love, Gibbs," he said with a grin while he liberally spooned sugar in his coffee.
"Must be," Gibbs agreed with a disgusted look on his face. "Nothing but love could make me do this."
A second later, they both stared at each other, the implication of what they had just said sinking in.
Another second later, Tony was busily stuffing his face with scrambled eggs while Gibbs was studiously reading the morning paper, both men trying very hard to ignore what had just been said.
Once Tony had finished his plate, he asked hesitantly, "Gibbs? What's on the agenda today?"
Gibbs put down the paper, took another sip of his coffee and smiled. "Well, today's topic is Likes and Dislikes. That means, you'll tell me three to five things you definitely want to try, and three to five things you definitely do not want to do." He held up a hand to stop Tony from commenting. "I know that you don't have much experience, and that's fine. I think you should try everything once before deciding you hate it or love it, but we all have our fantasies and we all have our buttons that should better not be pushed due to things in the past. Do you understand what I expect from you, Tony?"
The younger man nodded. "I think so. And I'll easily give you five things I've always wanted to try." He flashed a naughty boy grin. "Not so sure about the dislikes though. As you said, better try it out at least once before going 'ew!'"
Gibbs chuckled. "Good boy for being adventurous. I like that in a sub. But I'm serious about the dislikes, Tony. If there's something in your past that might trigger a bad memory, I want to know about it. So, while I expect your list of Likes and Dislikes, I also want to know a reason why for each activity you mention."
Tony immediately pulled a face. "Do I have to?" he whined.
Gibbs raised one eyebrow. "Only if you want to avoid getting on my shit list."
Tony blinked at that, then nodded. "Reason for each activity, gotcha. I'm already on it, right here." He tapped his temple with the most earnest look he could manage, causing Gibbs to chuckle.
"Glad to hear it. Shower, Tony. Think about your task, and then we can have a little chit-chat."
Tony was surprised that Gibbs didn't take off the wrist and ankle cuffs since they were made of leather - "they're water-proof, Tony" - and for some obscene reason, he liked the idea of seeing those symbols of his submission even while he was washing himself. For a long moment, he was tempted to take care of his morning wood, but a stern, "Don't even think about it, Tony!" coming from the other room had him dropping his hand to his side in record time. How the hell did Gibbs do this anyway? Tony wondered for about the millionth time since he had started to work for the other man.
"I got my first items for the Likes list, Sir," Tony yelled through the open bathroom door a few seconds later while he was toweling his hair. "Wanna hear 'em?"
"No reason to yell, Tony," Gibbs replied with a smile, leaning against the doorframe and causing Tony to jump, because a second before, Gibbs had definitely not been there.
"Stop doing that!" Tony said exasperatedly, then sighed when Gibbs only grinned in reaction. "Okay, first thing I definitely wanna try is roleplay. I've always loved working undercover, pretending to be someone else and all that, you know? And doing a real roleplay must be great fun when it's done right." He gave Gibbs a cheeky grin. "Want me to be your harem boy, Sahib?"
Gibbs growled low in his throat. He had never been much of a roleplayer for the simple fact that he didn't have much of an imagination when it came to this sort of thing, but with a wild child like Tony as a partner, he could definitely see the appeal. "I'll see what I can do," he said. "Though fair warning, Tony, right now I'm only gathering information. We're not gonna do anything about those things. No real playing this weekend, remember?"
Tony threw a huge pout in the other man's general direction and finished drying off. "Spoil sport!" he accused, then donned a fresh pair of boxer shorts, suddenly realizing that he had been naked in front of Gibbs without either of them making a deal out of it. And he found that he liked that. "Well, at least you're doing some with the next item on my list," he continued, holding up his wrists, indicating the still slightly damp cuffs. "Bondage. It's a huge trust issue, but I've been cuffed so many times in my life, I stopped counting." He frowned and mentally rewound. "Well, let me rephrase. Being cuffed on the job has nothing to do with bondage. But I've always wondered what it'd be like to be completely immobilized, especially for a longer period of time. I'm thinking ropes here, though leather ain't bad either." He waggled his eyebrows and looked at the wrist cuffs again.
"Bondage we can do," Gibbs replied with a thoughtful nod. "But we're slowly building up to longer periods of time, and we'll definitely have to build up to you being immobilized, Tony. It doesn't sound like much, but it's actually pretty exhausting at first. You need to learn to relax while your instincts will tell you to fight." He reached out to cup Tony's face. "But I'm sure you'll look magnificent, bound spread-eagled to my cross, helpless, your naked flesh begging to be flogged..." His eyes darkened visibly, and it took him a moment to snap out of his own little fantasy, wondering if maybe floggers were on Tony's Dislikes list. In that case, his comment would have been more than a little counter-productive.
But judging by Tony's wide-eyed stare and the obvious bulge in his boxer shorts, the younger man was all for trying out this particular fantasy as well. He whimpered softly. "Sure you don't wanna give it a try?" he asked Gibbs hopefully after a long moment.
"Positive. Though you're making it really hard to resist."
Which made Tony grin insufferably.
Throughout the day, which was mostly spent in companionable silence but always together, with Gibbs making sure to touch Tony in small ways, getting him used to being manhandled, the younger man slowly added to his lists.
"Spankings, Sir. I really want to find out if spankings are so damn enjoyable. The girl friend I told you about? She got off like never before, and I didn't even fuck her, and I've read so much about erotic spankings that it's just something I've always wanted to try." Tony wrinkled his nose a little. "The swats you gave me last night weren't much fun though, so now I'm not so sure about the spanking part anymore..."
"Those were punishment spanks, Tony," Gibbs explained patiently. "They weren't supposed to feel good. But rest assured that I'm really good at delivering erotic spankings." He held up one callused hand. "A lot of oomph behind this baby here."
Tony stared mesmerized, then reached out to touch the hand. Gibbs let him explore it, every single finger, the palm. "Really wanna try that out, Sir," Tony finally said longingly. "Even if it's just for a minute or so."
Gibbs gave the younger man a long, contemplative look. "Maybe as reward when you're a really good boy," he said, and then repeated, to make extra sure, "Maybe, Tony."
But Tony was already beaming happily.
In between talking about football scores and their dream cars, Tony suddenly blurted, "Okay, I'm not sure this counts as kinky stuff, but it's on my Likes list, and I already gave you the minimum of three items, so the last two are my own bonus, even if they don't count as kinky."
Gibbs raised an amused eyebrow. "Share with me and I'll tell ya if they're kinky?" he suggested.
"Oh. Right." Tony blushed a little and ducked his head, suddenly turning a bit shy. "I, um...I really want to...learn how to give head." He shrugged helplessly. "I love blowjobs, but not many women go for it. I'm just thinking...there's gotta be some kind of secret to a really good blowjob, and...I really want to learn." He looked up hesitantly. "I might not be any good at this, but I do want you to teach me, Sir. If it turns out that I've got no talent for it, well..." He shrugged. "But then at least I'll have tried, you know?"
Gibbs reached out to cup Tony's face again, something he found himself doing a lot, something he felt Tony needed. "I think you'd give great blowjobs, Tony," he said firmly, "and even though this might be a hardship, I'd be willing to volunteer as your guinea pig." He winked, causing Tony to chuckle.
"Yeah, I bet," the younger man mock groused, but then smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Gibbs. I mean, I can't think of anything more embarrassing than hooking up with some stranger in a bar and end up in a back alley for a quick and dirty blowjob, and then be laughed out of town because you suck." It took Tony a moment to realize the double meaning behind what he said, and he frowned. "Well, suck at sucking. You know what I mean."
Gibbs nodded. "I know what you mean. However, this won't ever happen. And you know why?" He glared a little, pure jealousy at the mere thought causing adrenaline to pump through his body. Tony shook his head nervously, suddenly wondering what was going on. Gibbs grabbed the back of the younger man's neck and shook him gently but meaningfully. "Because you're mine, and you won't ever go traipsing around in some seedy back alley going to your knees for some filthy stranger. You got that?"
Tony nodded, and then all but melted against Gibbs. "Yes, Sir," he said submissively, feeling like a weight was lifted off his shoulders.
"Good." Gibbs pulled the younger man closer until they were cuddled next to each other on the couch. He began to card his fingers through Tony's hair affectionately. "So, what's the other non-kinky item on your list?"
"Huh? Oh. Um..." Tony fidgeted, now even more nervous, wondering how Gibbs would react to the last activity since he had already turned into a caveman whilst discussing blowjobs. "I, um, I wanna get fucked, Sir."
Gibbs stilled for a long moment, then asked hesitantly, "You sure about that, Tony?"
The younger man nodded into Gibbs' shoulder. "Never tried that before. Had a girl friend push a finger or two up my ass while she gave me a blowjob, but that was it. And...and I really think it's something I've wanted to try but never had the guts to. You know?" He looked up unsure, and Gibbs nodded slowly.
"Have you ever used a toy on yourself? Butt plug? Dildo? This sort of thing?"
Tony wrinkled his nose again. "No. I...I know you'll laugh but...I've been in adult stores before, and I bought stuff there, but...the idea of buying a butt plug or something? That's just too..."
"Embarrassing?" Gibbs volunteered. Tony nodded. "Okay, listen to me, Tony. You need to stop thinking about what others might think of you. If you like something, you ask for it. Trust me, whatever you think is outrageous by your standards, people in such stores have seen more outrageous stuff. And Abby told me that you can get everything you could possibly imagine off this internet thing. Why haven't you tried that then?"
"Dunno." Tony shrugged. "It's just...not the same. Pushing some cold rubber or plastic thing up your ass or being, you know, fucked." He shrugged again.
"I agree. However, I'm not going to fuck you before I've trained you to take butt plugs. I need to slowly get you used to...my girth."
Tony's eyes widened, and then widened even more when he remembered Gibbs' cock. The man's cock wasn't particularly long, but damn thick. Blunt.
Damn.
"Still sure about the fucking part?" Gibbs asked. "And before you answer, let me tell you something: Whether or not we decide to pursue our relationship will have nothing to do with you putting out, you got me? There are other ways to get off, Tony. Hell, we could decide to keep this thing strictly kinky, without any sex. You got me? Be honest. Do I want to fuck you? Hell, yes. Do I need to? No. I will never force myself on you, Tony, not in any way. No harm, remember?"
Tony listened intently, and then nodded solemnly. "I...I do remember. And...and thank you, Gibbs, for reassuring me. But I really want to, you know, be fucked. I want to know how it feels, at least once."
Gibbs gave Tony a long, searching look, and then finally nodded once. "Okay. Put it down on your list then."
They were in the middle of dinner when Gibbs brought up the subject Tony had hoped to avoid. "You still haven't told me your Dislikes, Tony," he reminded the younger man gently.
Tony pulled a face. "Yeah, I know." He quickly stuffed half a baked potato into his mouth as excuse to not have to speak. But even with some thorough chewing, the food was finally gone. Tony sighed. "Okay, just...don't make a big deal out of anything I'm about to tell you, alright?"
Gibbs raised a surprised eyebrow, but only pushed his chair back to lean back comfortably. He took a sip from his ever present cup of coffee and nodded at Tony, encouraging him to continue.
After a deep sigh, Tony said, "Don't humiliate me verbally. I mean, you...you do that occasionally at work, and...and it always really hurts me, it just really stings, you know? But...that's work, and you're my boss, and you're well known for your, um, tough love approach where your team is concerned. I can deal with that as your senior agent. I don't think I can take it as your sub."
Gibbs felt sucker punched. "Why didn't you ever say anything, Tony?" he asked softly.
"Would it have mattered?"
"Of course it would've mattered!" Gibbs thundered, but immediately calmed his features when he saw Tony flinch. "Look," he continued reasonably, "I can't change when I don't know that something is bothering you. Right?"
"So, if I told you to stop headslapping me because they bother me, you would?"
Now, Gibbs grinned. "No. Because I know you'd be lying."
Tony ducked his head in a desperate attempt to hide his smile. "True enough." He sighed and grew serious again. "But I don't want you to change, not at work anyway. Look, Gibbs, I want you to promise me that things won't change between us at work if we decide to go ahead with this...thing we're trying out right now. I don't want my boss to change, I don't want my work relationship with you to change. If you tell me that a kinky relationship between us will change our work relationship, I'm outta here." Tony suddenly had a stubborn look on his face that brooked no argument.
But Gibbs only nodded his consent. "No change, Tony. Rule 12 exists for a reason, because a personal relationship usually changes the work relationship, and in our line of work, that can end deadly. But for some reason, I'm pretty sure we'll be able to pull it off, which is why I'm willing to ignore my own damn rule. And I swear, I don't want you to change, though I'll regret ever saying that the next time your pranks drive me crazy." Here, Gibbs grinned slightly, and Tony chuffed in amusement. "But no, I don't want you to change. And I promise that I won't change." He grew serious before adding, "Except for the verbal humiliation."
Tony immediately shook his head. "I can deal with your occasional snide comment that makes me the butt of your joke. It's okay, really. Just...don't do it when we're together. Here. Like that. Okay?"
Gibbs continued to look at Tony searchingly, but finally had to admit that the man was tougher than most people gave him credit for. If Tony insisted on being treated no differently at work, then he'd continue to ride the man's ass. "No verbal humiliation for my sub," Gibbs promised solemnly.
"Thank you," Tony said softly, then took a deep breath and plowed right on. "I'm open to pretty much any kind of toy being used on me, paddles, floggers, canes, whatever. Just don't use belts on me, please."
Gibbs raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. Instead, he only asked, "The belt specifically, or any kind of leather implement?"
"Just the belt. I like leather." Tony raised one of his wrists and pointed at the cuff there. "Leather is kinky. Tony likes kinky." He grinned.
Gibbs wasn't fooled by the mega-watt smile, but only nodded. "No belts, ever. Promise."
Tony looked grateful, but then his resolve faltered. "I...I mean, maybe...sometime in future...when I feel s-safe."
"Tony, I'm going to respect your limits. Don't try to leave your comfort zone in a desperate attempt to please me. You only please me by being honest and respectful. You were honest when you told me I shouldn't use belts on you. And I won't. Now, deep breath. Next item on the list."
The younger man blinked, still trying to wrap his head around the concept of Gibbs accepting his limits like this. It had been so hard for him to work up the courage to share his Dislikes, and he was amazed by Gibbs' reaction. Slightly encouraged, he took another deep breath and shared the biggest issue he had. "No Daddy play." He pulled a face. "What...what I mean is, while I really love to do all kinds of roleplay, I don't think I can stand any kind of real Daddy play. I...I just honestly don't think I could call you that, especially not in a sexual situation."
Gibbs actually shuddered at that. "No," he said quickly. "This would be one of my own very hard limits." And maybe, just maybe, he was going to share with the younger man why that was so. But not now. And not in the near future. Shannon and especially Kelly were still too precious to him to share with anyone. "No Daddy play, Tony, not ever, I solemnly swear."
Tony sighed in relief. "Thank you." He was so clearly relieved that this discussion was over that he forgot he was chained to the table leg, and almost fell on his face when he stood up to carry the plates to the sink.
"Sit down, Tony," Gibbs ordered with a roll of his eyes. "We're not finished yet. I can take an educated guess why you picked those three items, but I want to hear it from you. Tell me why those are your Dislikes."
Tony pulled a face. "Do I really have to, Gibbs?" he whined, earning himself a stern glare in response. He sighed and hung his head. "My father, okay? His performance as daddy dearest was less than stellar, and some of the stuff he did to me as a kid, I really don't want to be reminded of as an adult." Tony crossed his arms defensively, the beginnings of a sulk on his face.
"Good enough." Gibbs stood up, cleared the table and then unchained Tony, gently pushing him into the living room. "You did good, kid," he praised softly. "Come here." He sat down in the middle of the couch and patted his lap. Tony raised an amused eyebrow.
"You want me to curl up in your lap?" he asked incredulously.
"No, I want you to lie down across it." Gibbs patted his thigh again encouragingly. "You deserve a reward after spilling your guts. Come on."
Not entirely sure what was going to happen, Tony slowly got into position. A second later, he jumped in surprise when Gibbs' right hand began to gently, aimlessly stroke across his butt. After a minute or two, the stroking was interspersed by a gentle pat or two. The left hand began to card through Tony's hair, making the younger man purr contentedly.
The stroking and patting continued for a good half an hour, and slowly but steadily, Gibbs added the occasional gentle spank, carefully warming the younger man's butt through the boxer shorts he was still wearing. Tony was so blissed out by then that it took him a long moment to realize that his boxers were pulled down and something cold and slippery was inserted into his butt. "Gibbs? Sir? What...what are you doing?" He tried to crane his neck, but the hand in his hair kept him gently but firmly in place.
"Prepping you for a butt plug. My sub expressed interest in having his brains fucked out, so, as a responsible Dom, I'm preparing my boy's virgin ass. I take it that you're okay with this?" Gibbs raised an amused eyebrow, one finger inside Tony.
Tony blinked, processed the new information, and then eagerly thrust back. "Oh, prep the living daylights out of me!" he exclaimed, trying his best to relax and allow Gibbs to add a second and third finger, but the older man was taking his own sweet time prepping Tony.
The entire process, from the first gentle stroke of his hand on Tony's butt to finally inserting the plug, took over an hour, and by then the younger man was sweating, panting, and rock hard. Gibbs watched in amusement how Tony was humping his lap.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" he chuckled and reached between Tony's legs to cup the younger man's genitals.
Tony cried out in shock and then thrust in earnest. "Gotta come, Gibbs, gotta come now," he whined. "Please, please let me come!"
Gibbs hadn't planned on any kind of sexual activity during their first weekend, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, and so he mentally shrugged, fisted Tony's erection, and gave his sub an expert handjob. An embarrassingly few seconds later, Tony orgasmed with a hoarse shout, and then slumped across Gibbs' lap. Gibbs grinned, pulled his hand back, wiped Tony's cum on the slightly pink ass and then pulled up the boxer shorts, patting them in place. "There," he said. "And now it's time for bed."
The next morning, Gibbs went to wake up his slumbering sub, only to find Tony already awake. "Morning, sleepyhead," Gibbs greeted with a smile, but then realized that the younger man seemed...almost subdued. Even though Tony wasn't a morning person, there was something else that didn't seem right. The contemplative, almost guarded look on Tony's face warned Gibbs that he was in for one hell of a ride unless he nipped in the bud whatever was going on in Tony's over-imaginative mind.
Gibbs had spent half the night thinking about what he had learned about his new sub. He had always suspected that Tony's father had been a bastard, but the idea of a young Tony being whipped with a belt and verbally humiliated, possibly in front of a room full of people... Well, Gibbs had gone to work on his boat for another hour or two before going to bed, needing to work through the emotions this one simple image conjured up.
And apparently, Tony had spent some of the night thinking about the same thing, because the fact that he couldn't meet Gibbs' eyes was a clear indicator that he felt ashamed. He had spilled his guts, shared secrets nobody else knew, and finally even humped Gibbs' lap like a dog in heat, only to get off. That was a lot to work through, and apparently, Tony had done exactly that instead of sleeping. And he must have come to the wrong conclusions, because instead of eagerly jumping out of bed, he actually pulled up the comforter to hide his naked chest.
And that just wouldn't do.
"Rise and shine," Gibbs ordered with a bright smile, pulling the comforter away and unlocking the chain from Tony's ankle cuff. "Pee, breakfast, shower, like yesterday?"
"I...already peed. I'd like a shower first. The boxers are stuck to my ass." Tony pulled a face at that.
"Well, they should. You spilled an impressive amount last night," Gibbs retorted lightly. "Come on, kneel up and present ass, I want to check your butt for damage and get the plug out." He snapped his fingers and pointed to the end of the mattress, indicating where he wanted his sub. Tony blinked at the particular choice of words, but obeyed without arguing, so Gibbs decided it was the right idea to go toppy on the boy. "That's some of the commands I expect you to learn," he said conversationally while he pulled the boxer shorts carefully down. "We're gonna work on positions and such some other time. For now, know that 'present ass' can mean something good or something bad. In this case, it's something good, don't worry." He grinned, even though he knew Tony couldn't see it, and patted the naked butt. "Looks good, not even pink anymore. Would you like a few more swats? A morning spanking, nice and gentle?" He stroked the quivering ass while carefully beginning to pull on the butt plug, rotating it a little until he could pull it out.
"Maybe later," Tony replied softly, which made Gibbs raise an eyebrow. Oh yeah, that boy had definitely done some deep thinking and had lost himself in his own head. That would most definitely not do.
Gibbs landed a slightly stinging slap to get the younger man going. "Shower," he ordered. "You've got five minutes. For every ten seconds longer, I'll give you one swat. Go!"
Tony blinked, clearly thrown by this, and then scrambled to obey. Gibbs grinned to himself and sat down on the bed, checking his watch. He knew Tony would never be able to make it. Which was exactly what he had planned.
In the end, Tony earned himself fourteen spanks, which he took with ill grace at first, lying stiffly across Gibbs' lap, but after about the tenth swat, he began to slowly relax. Of course, Gibbs did his best to deliver a nice spanking, not a punishment one, and it really seemed to do the trick.
However, he wasn't going to stop there. Instead, he ordered Tony to stay naked and led him into the kitchen where he pointed to the floor next to his chair. Tony looked at the indicated spot, a confused frown on his face. "Um...Gibbs?"
"Kneel, Tony. Breakfast. Obey me."
Tony stared at Gibbs for a long moment, surprised by the change from friendly comraderie of the day before to the curt orders. For a second or two, he glared rebelliously at the older man's back, and he actually drew himself up to his full height, but then he blinked and forced himself to take a deep, calming breath. Tony closed his eyes and replayed Gibbs' no-nonsense order in his mind. He let the stern words wash over him, felt them wrap around him, making him feel safe, protected. He realized that he didn't need to think, he only needed to obey. And he really didn't want to think - not about what he had shared the night before, the implications, or what the future might hold. All he wanted to do was be a good sub, because, damn it, Gibbs had offered him a safe haven, something to hold onto in the emotional turmoil he was in ever since Kate got killed.
And so he dropped to his knees.
Gibbs nodded once, wrapped Tony's arms around the table leg and chained the cuffs together, effectively refusing the younger man the use of his hands. "You're doing good, Tony," he praised with a ruffle of the dark hair, then put food and coffee on the table and sat down in the chair next to the younger man. "Now open up."
And before he knew it, Tony was being handfed his breakfast.
At first, he felt embarrassed. But after a few minutes, he just relaxed into the inevitable, stopped thinking and started just being. He opened his mouth whenever his Dom's hand came near, and chewed dutifully. After a little while, he leaned into Gibbs' strong leg, which earned him another hair ruffle.
Gibbs made sure to draw out the breakfast, wanting to spend as much time with Tony like that as possible. And even when they were done eating and he unchained Tony from the table, the younger man stayed close, following Gibbs while he cleaned the kitchen and then made more fresh coffee. For some reason, Tony needed to be close to Gibbs, as if he was bound to the other man in some way, and when they went to the living room, Tony went down on his knees next to the couch without thinking, leaning against Gibbs' leg again.
They sat like that for a good while, with Gibbs carding his fingers gently through Tony's hair. The younger man seemed to doze almost, resting his head on the strong thigh, and Gibbs was happily giving his sub all the time he needed.
After another few minutes, Tony startled, as if waking up, and sat up straight. He blinked and looked up at Gibbs with a slightly confused look on his face.
"Hey," Gibbs said with a smile. "Back with me, I see."
"What...what happened?" Tony asked, rubbing a hand over his face.
"Did you enjoy where you were?" Gibbs asked instead of answering. "You looked like you enjoyed it."
Tony thought about that for a long moment. "I guess I did. It was...refreshing, almost." He frowned, not sure he was making any sense. "I wish I knew what exactly this 'where' was..."
Gibbs smiled and pulled the younger man between his legs, framing Tony's face. "That, Tony, was subspace. I'm surprised you managed to enter it so early, but I'm really glad you did. I'm proud of you, kiddo." He pressed a kiss to Tony's forehead and smiled warmly.
"That...that was subspace? The...the elusive headspace I read so much about? Wow." Tony frowned, thinking about this. "Can...can you take me there again? I really liked it there. It felt...peaceful, somehow."
"We can try it again later today, if you like. For now, I say that my sub earned himself a good old fashioned spanking and another butt plug, hmm? A slightly bigger one?"
Tony looked pleased by that. "So, you're really working on prepping me to...take you?" he asked with a general nod in the direction of Gibbs' genitals.
"Absolutely. We might not be doing anything else today, but I always like to be prepared." Gibbs winked and patted his lap, then laughed at the exuberance with which Tony threw himself into position.
The spanking this time took longer and was more thorough. Before Gibbs even began to prep his sub to take the butt plug, Tony was humping and begging desperately. "I need to come, Sir. Please, may I come?"
The softly spoken plea hit Gibbs like a freight train. God, how he had missed Top space. And apparently, from the blissed out look on Tony's face, someone had entered subspace again as well.
Gibbs trapped the younger man's straining erection between his thighs, leaned down and whispered into Tony's ear, "Come, my sub."
Which Tony immediately did. Spectacularly. Gibbs pushed the butt plug matter-of-factly in, disentangled himself gently and got up. Then he rolled Tony onto his side and cleaned him gently. The younger man had his eyes closed and sighed softly.
"Sleep, Tony," Gibbs gently ordered, tucking a quilt around the naked form on the couch. He placed another kiss to Tony's forehead and then went to fix lunch.
Lunch turned out to be a late affair for the simple fact that Tony was out like a light for a couple of hours, probably due to the fact that he had hardly slept during the night. Gibbs was perfectly content to wait, since he had made sandwiches, and not any kind of hot food. When Tony did finally stir, Gibbs got out of his easy chair and walked over to the couch, leaning down to make sure that the first thing the younger man saw was the smiling face of his Dom.
"Hey, sleepyhead," Gibbs greeted, chucking Tony under his chin. "How do you feel?"
Tony yawned, stretched, and then rubbed his eyes with his fists. "Well rested," he finally admitted with a weak grin. "And hungry."
"Good." Gibbs snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot in front of the couch, making it clear that Tony was going to be handfed again. The younger man just smiled and obediently got down on his knees, the chain that attached him to the coffee table clinking softly as he moved.
"Gibbs?" he asked hesitantly. "I know this is silly but...I really like that."
"Like what, Tony?" Gibbs asked, sitting down and placing the plate with sandwiches in his lap. "Being chained?"
"No. Well, that too. But I actually meant...um, being fed like that." Tony ducked his head, embarrassed that he was blushing yet again.
"Well, glad to hear it because I like feeding you." Gibbs smiled down at his sub and offered the first bite of the sandwich.
By the end of lunch, Tony was leaning against Gibbs' leg again, completely relaxed and at peace with himself. Gibbs stroked a hand through the younger man's hair, enjoying the contented look on Tony's face, but then said carefully, "Time's almost up, Tony." He nodded at the clock on the mantelpiece when Tony looked at him with a confused frown. "Remember, we agreed on Sunday afternoon, 4 PM."
Tony continued to frown for a long moment, then realized what Gibbs was hinting at. "Oh," he said softly, visibly leaving subspace. He shook himself and sighed. "So, um...what does that mean? Are you... I mean, are we... Is this the time where you tell me it was a nice experiment, but we'd better not--" He yelped when a combination of headslap and hard ass spank landed.
"Do not dare even think that!" Gibbs growled warningly. "Yes, I did say Friday evening that this weekend would be a trial run, but I also said that this would be the start of something solid unless we both decided it wasn't for us after all. Are you trying to tell me that you want out?"
"No! God, no, Gibbs!" Tony shook his head. "I just... I was just worried that you might..." He trailed off, not sure what to say.
Gibbs sighed. Damn insecurity. He kept forgetting how damn insecure the younger man was. "No, Tony," he said, framing Tony's face with both hands. "You're a keeper. You got me? A keeper." He shook Tony slightly to get his point across, and waited until the younger man nodded in agreement. "Good. Glad we got that out of the way. But I also gave you homework for this weekend, remember? And before the time's up, I want to know if you were a good boy and did as you were told."
Tony stared up with wide eyes. "Oh," he said softly. "Yeah, um... The safewords, right? I came up with real good ones, Sir." He nodded solemnly, clearly relieved that he was going to get the opportunity to use them. Well, Tony hoped he was never going to actually have to use them, but he was thrilled to know that there would be future meetings with his Dom that required him having safewords in the first place. "Wanna hear 'em?"
Gibbs couldn't help but smile at the earnest look on Tony's face. "Always."
"Okay, my safewords. The slow word is Buckeye." Tony grinned at that. "Because, really, after every damn game, I hurt in so many places, I could only move slowly." Gibbs laughed out loud at that and cuffed the side of Tony's head in mock exasperation. The younger man grinned even more. "And my stop word is Ferrari, for pretty obvious reasons. Magnum. Red Ferrari. You know?" And Gibbs did know, even if pop culture wasn't his strong point. But even he knew who Magnum P.I. was.
"Those are damn good safewords, Tony, well done," he praised. "That means, next time we meet and decide to maybe spend some time in my playroom downstairs, that we're well prepped. We'll always start each play session with you telling me your safewords, Tony, so you'd better not forget them."
Tony nodded to show he understood, but something else was on his mind. "We're gonna spend time in your dungeon next weekend?" he asked eagerly, all but prancing in place. "You promise?"
Gibbs held up a hand. "Depending on work and our mental condition," he said cautiously. "But as far as I'm concerned, if we're both free on weekends, your ass is mine." He flashed a lecherous grin and waggled his eyebrows. Tony looked pleased by that.
"Okay!" he said agreeably, wriggling between Gibbs' legs and kneeling up until they were almost nose to nose. "And now I'm officially your sub?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes, Tony, if you'll have me as your Dom." Tony nodded enthusiastically, which made Gibbs chuckle. "Come here, you," he said, taking Tony's face between his hands and leaning in to share their first chaste kiss. He was determined not to let it get any further than that, not this weekend, but apparently, it was more than enough for Tony, who looked pleased with the way things were going. "One last thing though, Tony," Gibbs cautioned. "Remember the other piece of homework I gave you?"
Tony knelt down and gave Gibbs a long look. "You mean...why do you keep chaining me?" Gibbs nodded. "Because you're a kinky bastard?" Tony ventured.
Gibbs chuckled at that. "True enough, but not the reason." He grew serious. "There's a very good reason, Tony, and an important one. Can you think of the reason?"
Tony just shrugged helplessly. "I did try to figure this one out, Gibbs, but..." He shrugged again.
Gibbs gave the younger man a long, searching look, but it was clear that Tony was drawing a blank. He decided to give him a clue. "Well, why would you want to chain someone?" he asked. "When you chain a suspect to a chair, why do you do that?"
Tony frowned, confused. "So he doesn't get away," he said. "I got that part, Gibbs, but you chained me to furniture that I could easily move, like the kitchen table or the couch table here." Tony pointed to the piece of furniture in question. "I could've gotten away easily if I wanted to." He shrugged helplessly.
Gibbs sighed softly. The younger man was right, of course, but Gibbs had hoped that the symbolism alone of chaining him in place would have been enough to drive the lesson home. "Okay," he said, realizing it wouldn't do to let the younger man guess his motives. He could see that Tony had tried his best to figure it out, but had failed because Gibbs had given mixed messages. "Listen, and listen closely, Tony, because I'm not gonna repeat myself." He reached down to grab the chain, jingling it. "I wanted to make sure that you weren't going to bolt. I know you could have, by lifting the table and pulling the chain out from under it. But I was going for the symbolism here, Tony. I wanted to make sure that you were not going to run away. And not just this weekend." He gave Tony another long look. "You are not going to bolt, Tony. Are you?"
Tony blinked, slightly confused, but then realized what Gibbs actually meant. "No," he said softly. "Not gonna bolt. Staying right here with you, Sir." He dipped his head in acknowledgement, then added meaningfully, "And with you, Boss."
"Correct answer," Gibbs said with a look of fierce pride, planting another kiss full on Tony's lips, and then unfastening the chain from the ankle cuff.
Tony smiled happily. "But that doesn't mean you won't ever chain me up again, does it?" he asked, slightly worried.
"You'll be plenty chained, Tony," Gibbs promised. "And if you like, we can give it a shot next time we meet. How's that?"
The younger man immediately nodded, then wiggled up until he was nose to nose with Gibbs again. "Do I have to leave now, Gibbs?" he asked plaintively. "I know we said the weekend would end Sunday at four, but...I'd really like to stay." Suddenly, he looked like the lost five year old again. "I don't want to go, Sir."
"Well, then you don't have to." Gibbs caressed Tony's cheekbone with a thumb. "You want to spend the night?"
Tony took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and then worked up the courage to say, "If I get to spend it in your bed."
Gibbs looked slightly surprised by his sub's bold demand, then cast a quick glance at the clock on the mantelpiece, which informed him that it was a quarter to four. He dropped his eyes back to Tony, his sub, who knelt eagerly at his feet, looking up pleadingly, and wriggling his still slightly pink ass from the noon spanking he had received.
And then Tony licked his lips.
Gibbs stood up abruptly, almost knocking over the younger man, and quickly adjusted his suddenly too tight jeans. He hauled Tony up to his feet and shoved him almost roughly towards the stairs, growling with a sex rough voice, "We're gonna make it an early night."
Though, in the end, it turned out that they didn't get much sleep anyway.
THE END.