NCIS "A Storm in the Desert" Gibbs/Tony NC17 1/2
Title: A Storm in the Desert
Author: ALF
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/character: Gibbs/Tony
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 12,384
Kink: Piercing, toys, D/s, Master/slave, Virgin!Tony, orgasm denial, spanking
Summary: This story is the obligatory “How Tony joined NCIS” story, but with a twist. In a world where it is common for an organisation to own the title or debenture to it’s employees, Gibbs goes to Baltimore to work a homicide, where he partners with one Detective DiNozzo. This story starts as the case ends, with Gibbs deciding to buy Tony’s title. Except he buys him for himself, not NCIS. Tony has somehow managed to remain a virgin till now, though he gives great head. Join the two of them as Gibbs makes Tony his own, training him to take his cock, while at the same time teaching him how to be an NCIS agent. See Tony’s first day on the job at NCIS and what happens when Gibbs fucks him for the very first time.
Notes/Warnings: Written for the first ever kink_bigbang With the biggest thank you to two special people, CPWatcher for the awesome artwork & vid and to spikedluv for the awesome beta job, despite a RL implosion. This story has several firsts for me - my first in this fandom (apart from a short PWP), my first bigbang and the first time for literally *years* that I've written something this long. Therefore, I'm pretty darn nervous about posting it.
Artist: CPWatcher
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Special Agent Gibbs sat, trying to be patient, in the office of Captain Joe Pirelli of the Homicide Section of Baltimore P.D. The subject of their meeting stood to attention at one side of the room. Detective Anthony DiNozzo wore a blank expression on his face, but it was obvious to Gibbs that he was tense beneath the outwardly calm surface.
Gibbs hadn’t told DiNozzo of his plans before the meeting, and he doubted that Pirelli would have mentioned it when he had summoned DiNozzo to his office. To his credit, though, DiNozzo’s only reaction to the news that Gibbs wanted to buy his title was a widening of his eyes. He had not spoken, just taken up position at the side of the office and waited to see if Pirelli would release him to go to D.C. with Gibbs and become an NCIS Special Agent.
“Well, Pirelli, what’s it to be?” Gibbs asked, his impatience growing.
“Why him?” Pirelli countered, a calculating look in his eyes. Gibbs knew he was wondering just how much he could get away with asking for DiNozzo.
Gibbs was a player, though, and easily kept his true feelings hidden. No one needed to know that he was willing to pay just about anything for DiNozzo. Instead, he just shrugged casually as he answered Pirelli’s question. “My team is a man short,” he said. “I think DiNozzo can be trained to fill that slot.”
“You know this is his third department in six years, right?” Pirelli asked.
Gibbs allowed his disdain at such a stupid question to show on his face. “I know,” he told Pirelli shortly.
“Alrighty, then,” Pirelli said. “Ten thousand dollars, not a cent less.”
Gibbs didn’t even blink. “Deal,” he said. He’d been willing to pay at least twice that amount. Pirelli clearly didn’t have a clue what sort of man DiNozzo really was, or how much of an asset he could be. Gibbs reached into his jacket pocket. “Check or card?” he asked blandly.
Pirelli did blink, several times. “Uh, card is fine,” he finally said, as his eyes narrowed with the realization that he’d been played. But it was too late now; a verbal agreement to buy a debenture was as binding as a fully witnessed contract in law.
Gibbs smirked as he handed over his platinum Visa card. Pirelli looked surprised, when he saw it was a personal, rather than company card. “I, uh, I just need to check the limit and authorization,” he pointed out.
“No problem,” Gibbs said calmly. He was good for a hell of a lot more than that, so he sat back in his chair, easily able to be patient now that he’d gotten his own way.
Pirelli spent a couple of minutes with his computer, then on the phone, verifying that the card was good and processing the payment. Gibbs signed the paperwork handed to him with a flourish, aware the whole time of DiNozzo’s gaze boring into the back of his head, but ignoring it. There would be plenty of time to educate his new agent later.
Once the documents were finally all signed to Pirelli’s satisfaction he put a set in a folder for Gibbs, and then came around his desk to where DiNozzo stood. However he felt about the situation, the former detective knew what was expected of him and he dropped gracefully to his knees, bending his head to bare his neck to his former Captain.
Pirelli reached down and unfastened the collar that DiNozzo was wearing. “Anthony DiNozzo, I hereby repudiate and renounce all contracts and claims that the Baltimore Police Department holds for you, and hand you over to the control and ownership of Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs of the Naval Criminal Investigative Service.”
Pirelli stepped back, the collar in hand as he finished the formal words that severed DiNozzo’s ties with Baltimore Police. He turned and gave a short bow to Gibbs, who bowed back. Gibbs took the collar that Pirelli handed to him, removed the small black plastic tag that had “Baltimore P.D.” scratched into it and handed it to Pirelli. Reaching into a jacket pocket, Gibbs took out a silver tag, which had engraved on it “Property of L. J. Gibbs” in fancy script. He carefully clipped the tag to the front of the collar before stepping over to Tony.
“By accepting this collar you become the property of Leroy Jethro Gibbs, subject to my rules and will at all times. Do you understand?”
The words were a formality, but DiNozzo had to acknowledge them all the same. “I do, Master Gibbs,” DiNozzo said, in a clear, firm voice, speaking for the first time since he’d come into the office.
Acceptance granted, Gibbs buckled the collar in place, checking it for fit once he was done. Satisfied, he stepped back and looked down at the man kneeling before him, head still bowed. He felt a frisson of pleasure and excitement slide through him, making his cock throb in his pants at the thought of owning and teaching the new Agent he’d just acquired.
Gibbs didn’t even look at Pirelli again as he turned for the door, his business here concluded. “Come,” he said to DiNozzo, knowing the other man would follow instantly.
DiNozzo rose gracefully to his feet and followed his new Master from his old boss’s office, into the Homicide squad room and over to his former desk.
“What do you have to collect?” Gibbs asked as he glanced around the room, sizing up the two detectives across the other side briefly before looking at his new charge.
“Nothing, Master,” DiNozzo said.
That got Gibbs’s attention fast. Even he had a few personal items on his desk at NCIS. “Not even a coffee mug?” Gibbs asked, one eyebrow raised. He’d already noticed the absence of family photos before, but hadn’t really paid attention to the lack at the time, caught up in the case they were investigating.
“No, Master.” DiNozzo shook his head.
“Any paperwork or files you need to deal with?” Gibbs asked briskly, deciding not to dwell on it. He had an inkling of what DiNozzo’s life had been like from the comprehensive personal file he’d had Pacci prepare before deciding to make his offer, so he wasn’t altogether surprised.
“I finished up everything this morning, Master Gibbs,” DiNozzo said, voice calm and even.
“Then let’s get the hell out of here,” Gibbs said, and headed for the door at his usual fast stride. He heard DiNozzo fall into step behind him; neither of them bothered to look back as they left Baltimore P.D. behind them.
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Gibbs decided to head back to his hotel with DiNozzo. He knew that the younger man had a small apartment in a block that the P.D. kept for its single, male detectives. But he also knew the only things in it belonging to his new recruit were the clothes. The department supplied everything else and DiNozzo wouldn’t need any clothes until tomorrow, at the earliest, so they could collect them then, before heading back to D.C. For the moment, Gibbs was more interested in laying out some ground rules for DiNozzo and finding out just how true the more intimate details in his file were.
Gibbs had been offered a hotel room in keeping with his status at NCIS, as team leader and second to the director, but he had still used his own wealth to trade up to something nicer. He’d had no idea how long he’d be in Baltimore and had no intention on scrimping on the rare occasions he had made it back to the hotel to sleep during the case.
The room had been upgraded to a suite, with a sitting room, as well as a bedroom and large bathroom. The bed was luxurious and made up with 500 count Egyptian cotton sheets, with several large, comfortable pillows strewn across it. It was a far cry from the beds Gibbs had slept in as a Marine, but as he got older Gibbs enjoyed sleeping somewhere that could accommodate his many aches, even as he pretended he remained young enough to sleep on the ground if he needed to and still get up and run five miles with a heavy pack the next day.
The bathroom had a large shower, easily big enough for two adult males, and a sunken hot tub, which Gibbs also appreciated for the way it soothed those many aches. Finally, the sitting room was well appointed with comfortable couches, a dining area by the window and a well stocked bar, plus the obligatory large screen TV and entertainment system, although the latter was hidden behind mahogany doors.
Behind him, Gibbs was aware of DiNozzo’s sharp gaze taking in his surroundings, but the younger man didn’t comment, remaining as silent now as he had been on the drive to the hotel. Gibbs knew from their time working the case that it wasn’t in the other man’s nature to be so quiet, but he guessed that DiNozzo was waiting to see what would happen to him in this new situation. Suddenly changing owners like that could unsettle even someone as used to moving around as DiNozzo seemed to be.
Taking off his jacket and shoes, Gibbs headed for the wet bar and quickly poured himself a shot of bourbon. Technically it was still a little early for him to be drinking, but he was off duty for the duration and it had been a rough week. DiNozzo remained standing just inside the door, head bowed, as he waited to see what came next.
“Take your jacket and shoes off and come here.” Gibbs beckoned him forward, as he settled into one of the plush couches in the seating area. DiNozzo obediently moved forward, kneeling at Gibbs’s feet without needing to be told.
Gibbs reached out, ready to properly test a theory he’d had since he’d first met the former detective. Sure enough, the hair that he sank his fingers into was thick and soft. Gibbs couldn’t hide a grin at the purr his strokes elicited from his charge. He’d guessed straight off that DiNozzo was something of a sensualist and he hadn’t been wrong.
Gibbs spent several minutes sipping the bourbon and petting DiNozzo’s hair, letting the stress bleed out of him. DiNozzo remained quiescent beneath his touch, head bowed and breathing steady, as Gibbs relaxed back into the comfort of the couch.
Once the glass was empty, Gibbs put it down with a sigh. One was all he was prepared to let himself have right now; he had too many responsibilities to risk a loss of control.
Gibbs decided to ignore for now the small mew of protest that DiNozzo gave at the loss of contact as he stood up. After all, he had yet to give DiNozzo any instructions. But he promised himself it was the one and only free pass he would give the other man.
“Bedroom,” Gibbs said succinctly, leading the way. DiNozzo followed obediently behind. As they had left their shoes and jackets by the door, the thick carpet swallowed the sound of their footsteps as they crossed the sitting room.
Once inside, Gibbs again gave DiNozzo a few seconds to scope out the room as he pulled off his tie and tossed it onto the bureau. One of the many reasons why Gibbs would be glad to get back home was the fact he could revert to the more casual dress code of NCIS HQ, dropping the formal suits he’d worn as a guest of Baltimore P.D.
Settling back onto the bed, Gibbs gave an order to “Strip,” to DiNozzo, making it matter of fact, the same way he had everything else he’d told his new Agent to do so far. It was a test of sorts, but only a minor one.
DiNozzo didn’t hesitate; he immediately began removing his suit, taking care to fold everything and place it neatly on a chair as he did so. Gibbs didn’t notice so much as a pause as the clothes came off, even when he got to his boxers. Instead, they were removed as casually as everything else had been before being added to the top of the pile. DiNozzo was left wearing his collar and nothing else.
Gibbs nodded approval. Whatever else he might or might not be, at least DiNozzo knew how to follow simple orders, and he clearly didn’t have any self-consciousness about getting naked in front of another man, even though Gibbs still was nearly a stranger to him.
Gibbs took his time looking over his acquisition. As he’d guessed, DiNozzo was in good shape, though not as fit as Gibbs would like an Agent of his to be. Still, that wouldn’t be a problem. Once they got back, Gibbs would take him to the gym and devise a personal fitness program for him.
“Turn,” Gibbs ordered, not letting up his frank appraisal of DiNozzo’s body as the other man rotated to show Gibbs his back side. Gibbs couldn’t help the little grunt of approval that slipped out as he admired the ass that was displayed to him. He’d thought DiNozzo had a nice package, round heavy balls beneath a long, cut cock that had twitched under the pressure of Gibbs’s gaze, but the ass was something else. It was tight and round and just the right side of plump. Gibbs knew he was going to get a good handful from those cheeks, and he felt his own cock twitch and throb in his pants at the thought of sliding between them and sinking deeply into DiNozzo’s body.
Unable to resist, Gibbs rose from the bed. “Display,” he ordered as he covered the short distance between them. DiNozzo bent forward, spreading his legs and grasping his ankles. The sight made Gibbs pause for a moment, impressed with the younger man’s flexibility. There was no way Gibbs could make that move any more. It made Gibbs’s cock throb even harder, as he imagined all the positions he could put DiNozzo in for fucking.
Coming up close behind him, Gibbs reached out and gripped DiNozzo’s ass cheeks firmly, enjoying the silky smooth feel of the skin beneath his palms. He caressed the skin as he parted the twin globes to admire the dark hole between. He knew how the roughness of his own calluses would feel to DiNozzo, and he added to the stimulation by kneading the flesh roughly. To his credit, DiNozzo remained silent and still, holding position admirably.
Gibbs stepped back, still gripping DiNozzo’s ass firmly, possessive of what he now owned. He wanted nothing more than to fuck that tight hole right now, but knew it was not the right time yet. If his suspicions turned out to be correct, DiNozzo had somehow remained a virgin till now, and Gibbs treated his property better than he would someone he was merely using for a quick, rough fuck.
But as Gibbs released the rounded flesh he couldn’t resist putting a mark of ownership on the smooth skin, even if it was only a temporary one. Raising his right hand, he brought it down hard on first one buttock, then the other, leaving flaming red handprints on the pale flesh.
DiNozzo couldn’t help a yell of pained surprise at the first blow, but he still held firm and didn’t make a noise at the second blow. That impressed Gibbs and made his cock throb all the harder. He just knew that DiNozzo was going to make the perfect addition to his team. For now, though, Gibbs decided it was about time he did something with the hard on straining against his pants. While DiNozzo might not have had his cherry popped yet, Gibbs knew that he was an expert at giving head and Gibbs liked the thought of that busy mouth filled with his cock, lips swollen from going down on him.
“Come here,” Gibbs said, beckoning DiNozzo to follow him as he settled in a large armchair to one side of the room. DiNozzo followed obediently behind him, kneeling once more at Gibbs’s feet. Gibbs unzipped his pants, sighing in relief as the pressure on his cock eased. He pulled his boxers down enough to free the hard length to the cool air of the room, feeling himself twitch as he looked at the man waiting in front of him. Gibbs couldn’t resist a couple of pulls to his cock as he eyed DiNozzo’s slightly parted mouth and glistening lips.
A quick flick of his hand was enough for DiNozzo to bend forward and swallow him down. “No messing around, just get me off,” Gibbs instructed, wanting it hard and fast to take the edge off.
DiNozzo set to work eagerly, showing Gibbs that he was as expert at cock sucking as Gibbs had suspected from the one time he’d observed him blowing Pirelli in his office. The Captain had had a superior smirk on his face the whole time, which Gibbs had wanted to wipe away with a punch to the jaw. But he had concealed his feelings beneath his Marine façade, keeping his face carefully blank even as he plotted getting DiNozzo away from the man. Someone like Pirelli had no idea what he had in DiNozzo, and Gibbs had no intention of enlightening him. Instead he’d just decided to buy the detective out from under him, knowing that there was a skill to getting the best out of the wayward DiNozzo, and that Pirelli had no clue how to apply it. However, all his years as a Marine Gunnery Sergeant and then training new agents for NCIS meant that it was a task Gibbs was uniquely suited to performing and he looked forward to doing so with DiNozzo.
Feeling himself getting close despite the distraction of his thoughts, Gibbs fisted his hands in DiNozzo’s thick hair and began thrusting into the heat of the mobile, sweet mouth surrounding him. DiNozzo took it easily, riding the rough treatment expertly, until Gibbs gave it up with a hoarse shout, eyes closing as DiNozzo swallowed his come eagerly before letting Gibbs’s cock slip free, only to lick it clean, as dainty as a cat with cream.
Gibbs finally managed to pry his eyelids open and unclench his fingers from DiNozzo’s hair. He petted the silken strands in mute apology for the rough treatment, looking down at his Agent as he did so. DiNozzo rested his head against Gibbs’s leg, eyes heavy lidded at the pleasurable sensations. Gibbs could see DiNozzo’s cock was hard and curved against his belly, tip damp with pre-come, and he was pleased with the evidence of the younger man’s control.
“You can come,” he told DiNozzo, giving a final pat to his hair before releasing it.
DiNozzo gave him a grateful look, but didn’t speak; he had yet to be given permission, after all. He reached down and took a firm grip of his cock, immediately stroking himself hard and fast, too desperate to get off to worry about finesse or fancy technique. Gibbs watched, sprawled in the chair, not caring that he probably looked a mess after DiNozzo’s expert treatment. He enjoyed the heavy lassitude of his spent body as DiNozzo panted in search of orgasm, somehow seeming to not be able to get over the edge.
“That’s it,” Gibbs said, deciding to experiment with a little verbal encouragement. “That’s good, Tony, come for me,” Gibbs told him, using the other man’s given name for the first time.
Whether it was the further permission or the use of his name Gibbs couldn’t tell, but either way it was enough, and with a groan, DiNozzo’s head dropped back and his mouth parted as his cock spurted come over his hand and belly. Gibbs continued to watch, enjoying the vulnerability of the other man coming in front of him like this.
Once DiNozzo was done he slumped against Gibbs’s leg once more and seconds later Gibbs found his hand in his Pet’s hair yet again, both of them enjoying the stroking as they began to form a more solid connection.
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After a little while Gibbs roused himself from the light doze he’d allowed himself to slip into and patted DiNozzo on the head. “Let’s stretch out on the bed,” he said, easing himself to his feet.
DiNozzo stood in one graceful, fluid motion, grimacing at the dried semen on his belly. Gibbs caught the look as he decided to strip off his own clothes. “Go clean up,” he told DiNozzo, tipping his head in the direction of the bathroom. DiNozzo gave him a grateful look, then hurried to comply.
By the time he got back from the clean up, Gibbs had undressed and was lying on the bed, leaning on one elbow as he waited for DiNozzo’s return.
“Come here,” Gibbs said, patting the bed in front of him. DiNozzo crossed over to the bed and lay down next to Gibbs, stretching out facing his Master. “We’re going to discuss rules now, Tony, so you have my permission to speak freely, understand?”
“Yes, Master Gibbs,” DiNozzo said softly.
“All right, first rule,” Gibbs said. “When we’re in private, I will call you Tony. At work, or any other time we’re in public, you will be DiNozzo or I will use your title. You may call me Gibbs in private, the rest of the time it’s either Master Gibbs or Special Agent Gibbs.”
“Yes, Gibbs,” Tony replied, showing he understood.
Gibbs nodded. Although he was used to using last names from his time in the military and at NCIS, he saw no need to be that formal with his Pet in the privacy of his own home. “Second rule, you will live with me and your NCIS salary will be paid to me directly. But you will never go without. If there is anything you think you need, ask me. As long as the request is reasonable, I’m unlikely to refuse.”
Gibbs could see that Tony had a question and he nodded at him to go ahead and ask.
“What about personal items that I want, but don’t need?” Tony asked.
Gibbs frowned. “Such as?” he asked.
Tony gave a little shrug, as if to downplay his request. “Just stuff like magazines or DVDs,” he said.
“I’ll give you an allowance each month for you to spend on whatever you like, but once it’s gone, that’s it. I won’t give you any more until the next month. Okay?”
“Yes, Gibbs, thank you,” Tony replied.
“Good. Third rule, you need to know that on the job, my word is law. If I give an order, I expect you to obey it without question. Doubts or hesitation can cost someone their life. I need you to trust I know what I’m doing, and I need to be able to trust that you will do as I say, when I say, without second guessing my motivations.” Gibbs drilled Tony with a hard stare as he outlined this rule, making sure Tony understood its importance.
“I understand, Gibbs,” Tony said, tone utterly serious.
“All right, those are the most important rules for now. We’re going to discuss your experience and what I expect of you in the personal arena now,” Gibbs told him.
Tony shifted a little on the bed, showing Gibbs that he wasn’t entirely comfortable with this side of things. Gibbs had no doubt it stemmed from the mismanagement he’d received at the hands of his previous bosses, and the lack of experience he’d picked up on in the file that Pacci had sent him.
“It’s alright Tony, you can trust me,” Gibbs said, reaching out to rest a hand on Tony’s hip.
“It’s just that I mess things up,” Tony said awkwardly, squirming again as he looked down.
Gibbs reached out to lift his chin. “Why do you say that?” he asked, intense gaze locked on Tony’s face, determined to make the other man spell out his perceived failings so that he could put him right.
“Well, I’ve never been owned properly by anyone before,” Tony explained. “I guess they decided that if my own father didn’t want to train me, then I wasn’t worth the effort, and so they just did the minimum with which they could get away.”
“Tony, Tony,” Gibbs sighed and shook his head. “If your father didn’t train you, that was his fault, not yours. I promise, I will train you the way I think you should be trained, both as an NCIS special agent and as my Pet, and you have nothing to worry about. You’ll do fine, I’m sure of it.”
“Yes, Master Gibbs,” Tony whispered, looking down again as he said it.
Gibbs shook his head, struggling not to be impatient. It seemed that Pacci’s file had been pretty accurate, and Gibbs was going to have a full time job on his hands.
“Let’s start with what I want from you,” Gibbs said. He reached up from where his hand still rested on Tony’s hip to circle one of Tony’s nipples. “I’m going to get these pierced first,” he said, tweaking the sensitive nub and making Tony gasp. “You’re going to keep rings in them all the time, as part of my mark on you, along with this,” Gibbs reached up to flick a nail against the tag on Tony’s collar.
The slight ting of the metal made Tony shudder and gasp, and Gibbs looked up to see his eyes darken with arousal. “You like being owned, don’t you, Tony?” Gibbs purred. He again tweaked a nipple, and then rubbed it with his thumb. “You can’t wait to wear my permanent mark of ownership, can you?”
“Nuh-no,” Tony stuttered, breath catching in his throat. Gibbs looked smug as he saw Tony’s nipples harden under the attention. Looking down, he wasn’t surprised to see Tony’s cock twitching and getting hard as well.
“That’s what I thought,” Gibbs said with hard satisfaction. He was an expert at this and it hadn’t been difficult to read Tony at all. “Have you ever taken a cock, Tony?” Gibbs suddenly asked, squeezing Tony firmly as he did so.
Tony squeaked before stuttering out another no. Gibbs nodded; it was the answer he’d been expecting. “Well, in six weeks time, Tony, you won’t just be able to take my cock, you’ll be able to take my fist as well,” he promised darkly.
Tony moaned at that, tongue flicking out to lick his lips as his eyes got even darker, and Gibbs felt the flesh he still held get even harder. Gibbs felt his own cock begin to throb with renewed arousal as well. This was going to be so good, he could feel it. Tony was perfect, needy and wanton and eager for attention. That he would also make a very good agent was merely a bonus for Gibbs. True, he was a man down on his team, but that hadn’t been his main motivation for approaching Pirelli today. The chance to own Tony and make him submit had been what he’d really wanted all along.
Gibbs stroked Tony’s cock roughly, listening to the eager moans spilling from his Pet’s mouth as he fell into the sensations being generated and the spell Gibbs was weaving around them. Gibbs pushed Tony’s shoulder so that he lay flat on the bed, and then moved so that he was lying on top of him, all of his weight on Tony where he sprawled beneath him.
Tony continued to moan, writhing under Gibbs’s body, but showing no difficulties in breathing. His head fell back, baring his throat to Gibbs’s gaze. The length of it, and the implications of that move were too much for Gibbs to ignore. With a growl, Gibbs bent his head and fastened his teeth to the sweat-slicked flesh just above Tony’s collar. Gibbs spent several seconds sucking at the spot he’d chosen, feeling Tony’s cock jerk and twitch against his own as he marked Tony.
When he was satisfied the mark would bruise, Gibbs rolled on the bed, bringing Tony with him, so that their positions were reversed. He wrapped his legs around Tony’s and took a possessive hold of Tony’s ass, as he had earlier. Roughly kneading the smooth flesh under his hands, Gibbs encouraged Tony to thrust against him, while sliding one finger between the tempting cheeks. It was too early to try anything yet, but Gibbs was happy just to rub across that spot for now, enjoying the feel of the sensitive, secret place where he longed to bury himself.
“I’m going to build you up to it gradually,” Gibbs whispered directly in Tony’s ear, even as they continued to push against each other, sweat slicking their bodies, making the slip and slide easier. “Start with a finger or a toy, build you up to taking a plug, then my cock. Get you used to being filled all the time, even in the field, until you beg me to let you come, then slide my fingers into you, stretch you ever wider. Then I’m going to work my whole hand into that tight little hole of yours, make you so full you think you’ll burst. And then I will move just right and you’ll come so hard, you’ll be seeing stars for a week.”
Tony cried out, overcome by the sensations and the dirty words Gibbs was whispering into his ear. Gibbs was pleased, knowing that he had the measure of Tony, that he controlled exactly what the other man felt and the pleasure he experienced.
“That’s it, Tony, come for me,” Gibbs encouraged. “Let me feel you spill, give it up to me.”
Tony cried out again and stilled, hot come splashing between their bodies as his cock pulsed time and time again. Gibbs was fiercely pleased, enjoying the pleasure contorting Tony’s face as he gave it up to Gibbs again. The sight and smell was intoxicating, and with a couple of hard thrusts Gibbs was coming himself, grunting as he added to the sticky mess between them.
This time, they lay there in a daze for a long time, both breathing hard as they slowly came down from this second high. Dimly Gibbs thought to himself that he was too old to come twice like that in one night. Tony rolled off him with a groan, limbs splayed on the spacious bed as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
Gibbs knew they would need to get up and shower at some point, and order some food, but for the moment he was going to lie there and enjoy the afterglow as he recovered. He had arranged with the Director for the rest of the week off, so there was no rush to go anywhere just yet. He and Tony needed a little time to get to know each other, and for Tony to adjust to this new relationship before they faced the rest of the world, especially his team. It wouldn’t be easy for either Pacci or Burley to accept a new man into their tight knit unit, especially when they realized he belonged to Gibbs, not NCIS, so Gibbs needed to be sure that Tony was secure in his place with Gibbs before he was introduced to them.
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After a while Gibbs rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. Tony was dozing still and Gibbs was content to leave him be for now. He had some phone calls to make to set things up for later, and for the moment Gibbs preferred that Tony remain unaware of his plans for the evening.
After his shower Gibbs ordered room service, then got on the phone to a friend back in D.C. who was able to put him in touch with the person he needed. Gibbs had decided that he couldn’t wait any longer; he wanted Tony pierced that night. It would irrevocably mark Tony as his, even more than the tag on his collar did, and Gibbs wanted them both to have that security. Plus, the sooner Tony had it done, the sooner he would recover. As it was, it would take weeks to heal completely, but Gibbs was willing to be patient when it came to his new Pet. Luckily, the contact proved to be available that evening and didn’t charge more than Gibbs was willing to pay for the short notice service.
Just as Gibbs finished up his last phone call, a discreet knock sounded at the door. Room service had arrived right on time. Gibbs headed for the door, snagging his wallet as he went. The butler was efficient as he wheeled in the cart and set everything up as Gibbs instructed him. The fact that he didn’t even react to Tony wandering naked into the room earned him another twenty on top of the tip that Gibbs had been about to give him. The man nodded politely as he disappeared into the hallway, Gibbs close behind to make sure the “Do Not Disturb” sign was in place as he locked the door.
“Mm, smells good,” Tony said, sniffing appreciatively as he wandered over to examine the food laid out on the table.
“Shower first,” Gibbs told him, and to his credit Tony didn’t grumble as he turned obediently back towards the bathroom.
He didn’t linger either, returning to the sitting room barely fifteen minutes later, hair still damp. He hadn’t bothered dressing; instead he had one of the hotel’s toweling robes on and was just tying the belt as he headed for the second place setting.
“Lose the robe,” Gibbs said matter of factly, “I want you naked unless I tell you otherwise when we’re in private.”
Again, Tony obeyed instantly and Gibbs wondered just who had taught him to take orders. His father was the most obvious choice, but the file Pacci had supplied suggested otherwise. Gibbs gave an internal shrug. It didn’t really matter who had taught Tony, all that mattered was that he knew how to obey. Although Gibbs looked forward to testing that obedience and finding out how Tony reacted to being punished.
Tony placed the robe neatly across the back of the nearest couch, then looked at Gibbs for the nod of permission before taking his seat at the table. Gibbs had already filled a plate for him, and as soon as Tony was seated Gibbs began to eat. Tony followed suit, making noises of appreciation and approval as he tucked into the simple meal of steak, potatoes and salad that Gibbs had chosen.
They ate in silence, enjoying the food, both of them refilling their plates, needing the fuel after their earlier physical exertions. If Gibbs had his way, there would be at least one more orgasm for both of them this day, and the extra energy the food provided would help sustain them both.
A few hours later, the food was barely a memory in Tony’s head as he was laid out on the bed awaiting Gibbs’s next move. He was naked and aroused, bound to the bed and blindfolded, unable to do more than wait for Gibbs’s pleasure. It was a sight that Gibbs decided he looked forward to enjoying see repeated, for a very long time to come, and preferably in his own bed.
The sound of a knock at the door of the suite made Tony twitch and tense nervously. “Relax,” Gibbs said, hand on Tony’s ankle. “I’ll be right back.” He waited a second to see Tony follow his order, before heading out to let in the contact his friend had given him.
Gibbs shook hands with the guy, who introduced himself as “Red”, then led him back to the bedroom. It was time to tell Tony what was about to happen. He didn’t want Tony to watch as he was pierced. Instead, Gibbs wanted him focused on sensations, on the pleasure that he would be feeling, courtesy of Gibbs. He was feeling indulgent at present, enjoying his new purchase and seeing what responses he could wring out of Tony. It was a long time since he’d had someone new to break in and Gibbs found he missed it. That Tony was so inexperienced in certain areas just added to the enjoyment for Gibbs.
“Tony,” he said softly, getting his Pet’s attention. Tony’s head turned towards him, even though he couldn’t see with the thick blindfold he wore. His arousal hadn’t flagged at all while Gibbs had been out of the room, his cock full and hard against his belly.
Gibbs grasped the hard flesh tightly, squeezing slightly, making Tony whine at the hint of roughness. Certain that he had Tony’s attention, Gibbs spoke again. “There’s a man here now,” he said, instantly squeezing Tony’s cock hard again, when Tony tried to twist away. The move was enough to still Tony.
“It’s nothing to worry about,” Gibbs spoke authoritatively and he could see Tony respond to the tone. “He’s going to be piercing your nipples, like we spoke about earlier, remember?”
“Yes,” Tony panted out the word, sweat breaking out on his skin as he moaned and arched into Gibbs’s rough stroke of his cock.
“Good,” Gibbs told him. “Don’t pay him any mind, you keep your focus on me, on what I’m doing to you, understand?”
Tony’s body heaved as he tried to take in everything that was happening. His cock still throbbed as hard as ever in the sure grip Gibbs had on him. “Do you understand?” Gibbs asked again, when Tony didn’t answer.
“Yes,” Tony said, crying out as Gibbs rubbed a callused thumb across the sensitive tip of his cock.
Gibbs glanced over at Red, who was standing to the side of the bed. He gave a little nod to Gibbs, who nodded back. They were ready. Knowing what was likely to happen, Gibbs got onto the bed beside Tony. Putting an arm across his stomach to keep him in place, Gibbs bent and swallowed his Pet’s cock. Tony howled and tried to thrust, but Gibbs held firm.
Above him, Red was working quickly and precisely. Gibbs had positioned himself so he could see what was happening. As Red pierced the first nipple, making Tony scream, Gibbs swallowed Tony’s length again. Seconds later, the second one was done and they repeated the process. After that, it was a matter of moments for the rings to be fixed in place and Red was backing away, job done.
Gibbs ignored him, concentrating now on Tony and making him come. A few practiced moves was all it took and Gibbs was watching Tony’s cock spurt and his body shake as he yelled his pain and pleasure to the ceiling. Gibbs was glad he was the only one on this floor and that his name and the price he had paid for this privacy was proving it’s worth right now.
Tony was spent and shaking beneath him, slowly recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm. Gibbs was rock hard in his pants, on the edge of coming himself, but he held back, knowing his focus needed to be on Tony right now. There would be time for him later. He soothed Tony through the aftershocks of his orgasm, gently wiping him clean as Tony’s breathing gradually became normal again, before removing the blindfold and cuffs he wore.
Eventually, Tony opened his eyes, still not back with it completely, a dazed expression on his face. Gibbs had stretched out on the bed next to him and he smiled tenderly at Tony, then leaned over and kissed him sweetly, enjoying the way Tony opened eagerly to his touch.
Breaking the kiss, Gibbs leaned back to evaluate Tony, pleased to see swollen lips and eyes dark with arousal. “I have one more thing for you tonight, Tony, then we’re going to get some rest,” Gibbs told him.
Tony nodded obediently and Gibbs felt his eyes watch him, as he opened the top drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. Gibbs had placed the things he needed in there that morning, before leaving the hotel, confident he would be bringing Tony back here today and wanting to be prepared.
Turning to face Tony, Gibbs allowed him to see what he’d collected from the drawer. It was a small butt plug and a tube of lube. It was time for Tony to start finding out what it was like to be stretched open for long periods of time. Gibbs planned to go slowly, but his patience would only last for so long, before he wouldn’t be able to resist taking Tony for the first time and he wanted to make sure that when that happened, Tony was thoroughly prepared and in no danger of being hurt by what Gibbs was doing.
Gibbs opened the lube and slicked up the butt plug. “Roll over,” he ordered and Tony did so. Reaching out, Gibbs palmed a smooth cheek firmly, noting that the red marks he’d left earlier had faded now. There would be plenty of time to rectify that later, for now Gibbs wanted Tony to get some rest, so he settled for squeezing his handful, before gently exposing Tony’s hole to his view.
Tony lay frozen beneath him, body tense in anticipation. Gibbs leaned over and whispered directly in his ear. “Relax,” he said, “You’re going to do fine.” He rubbed the tip of the plug against Tony’s hole, letting him get used to it, watching as Tony breathed deeply, muscles visibly loosening as he let the air out in a rush. At that point, Gibbs pushed the plug forward. To his credit, although Tony gave a yelp of surprise, he stayed relaxed and allowed Gibbs to easily slip the plug into him.
Because it was so small, the plug didn’t take much effort to put into place. Satisfied, Gibbs leaned over and kissed one firm ass cheek. “Well done,” he said. “Now relax and get some sleep.”
Tony curled onto his side, eyes closed. Gibbs lay watching him, until he saw Tony’s breathing even out in the regular pattern of sleep. A small smile touched his lips, as he watched Tony, pleased with the way the day had gone. He could hardly wait for tomorrow’s experiences.
Deciding that he would take his own advice and get some rest, Gibbs slipped off the bed and stripped quickly, then slid back under the covers next to Tony. Scooting close to his Pet, he closed his eyes and slid easily into his own sleep.
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When Gibbs woke, sunlight flooded the room and Tony was staring at him across the short distance that separated them. Gibbs was surprised, but smiled at him and Tony smiled back. Remembering the butt plug, Gibbs slid his hand across the silky smooth flesh of Tony’s ass to tease at it, twisting it easily in Tony’s hole. Tony moaned and pressed back eagerly into the stimulation, making Gibbs chuckle. Tony’s cock was twitching against him, leaving a slick trail of pre-come wherever it brushed against Gibbs’s skin.
But Gibbs wasn’t ready to let Tony come just yet. “Bathroom,” he ordered, slapping Tony’s ass as he did so. “We’re going to soak in the tub.”
Tony slid eagerly out of the bed and headed that way, Gibbs taking several seconds to enjoy the view before following along behind him. As he reached the doorway, Tony was bent over, legs spread, fiddling with the controls of the tub. Gibbs again admired the view, knowing the pose was deliberate, before prowling forward. Gripping Tony’s hips hard, Gibbs pressed his body against Tony’s, rubbing his groin against Tony’s ass, enjoying the sensations and a vivid fantasy of what it would be like to stand here and sink his cock into Tony’s tight hole.
Tony mewled appreciatively as Gibbs rubbed against him, a noise that he hadn’t produced before. Gibbs determined to find other ways to get him to repeat it. Reaching down, he teased again at the plug he’d put in Tony’s ass. That earned him a moan and a wiggle, which made Gibbs hum at the sensation of smooth flesh against his still-sensitive cock.
Leaning forward to lick and tease at Tony’s neck, Gibbs noticed the tub was getting dangerously full, so he pulled back reluctantly and reached around to turn off the flow of water. “Let’s soak,” he told Tony and stepped into the tub. Tony got in beside him, hissing at the sensation of the hot water lapping at his nipples, which Gibbs knew had to be sore from last night’s piercing. He settled by Gibbs’s side without complaining, though and relaxed into the warm embrace of the water.
They soaked for a while in silence, before Gibbs spoke. “We’re going to cover one of the more difficult things I expect from you, Tony,” he said. “Orgasm denial. You’re going to learn what it feels like to be stimulated, but not get to come. This is about self-control and learning that what your owner wants is the most important thing. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master Gibbs,” Tony said softly.
Gibbs studied his face carefully. Tony didn’t look as bothered as Gibbs had expected. “Let me guess,” he said. “Your father did that sort of thing to you all the time and all your bosses have followed suit.”
Tony gave a little shrug. “None of them were interested in me getting off,” he said. “Most of the time, they never thought to give me permission, because they were only bothered with their own pleasure. I’m used to getting aroused but it going nowhere.”
Gibbs frowned, more bothered by that than he expected. “Alright, I’ll think about what you’ve told me,” he said. “Let’s get cleaned up in the shower, then we’re going to check out and get your gear, then get on the road back to D.C.”
Tony nodded understanding and rose gracefully from the tub. He was still hard and the sight of him standing there, water streaming down his body, made Gibbs’s mouth water. It was like some Classical Greek statue come to life. With a growl, Gibbs surged to his feet and gripped Tony’s shoulders hard, drawing him forward so that Gibbs could ravage his mouth. Tony opened to him instantly and Gibbs moaned into the kiss, enjoying the slick warmth of Tony’s mouth. It was a heady, addicting taste and Gibbs already couldn’t get enough of it.
Eventually, Gibbs forced himself to break the kiss and step back. Much as he wanted to spend the rest of the day in bed with Tony, he actually wanted to get out of Baltimore and back home to D.C. even more. Tony stood there, eyes closed and chest heaving for several seconds after Gibbs let him go, then he shuddered once and blinked back to awareness.
Gibbs led the way to the shower and they both cleaned up quickly and efficiently. Gibbs couldn’t resist a further kiss, though, as they toweled off afterwards. Again, it was difficult to stop, but Gibbs found his Marine discipline and did so.
“Time to get dressed,” Gibbs said gently. Tony nodded obediently and followed Gibbs back into the bedroom, where they both got their clothes together and dressed as quickly as possible.
Even though Gibbs had been at the hotel a while, he didn’t have much packing to do and within a few minutes he was ready to go. He caressed Tony’s face once, as he headed for the door. “Let’s go home,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” Tony said and once more fell into step behind Gibbs, as he headed out of the suite.
Part 2
Author: ALF
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/character: Gibbs/Tony
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 12,384
Kink: Piercing, toys, D/s, Master/slave, Virgin!Tony, orgasm denial, spanking
Summary: This story is the obligatory “How Tony joined NCIS” story, but with a twist. In a world where it is common for an organisation to own the title or debenture to it’s employees, Gibbs goes to Baltimore to work a homicide, where he partners with one Detective DiNozzo. This story starts as the case ends, with Gibbs deciding to buy Tony’s title. Except he buys him for himself, not NCIS. Tony has somehow managed to remain a virgin till now, though he gives great head. Join the two of them as Gibbs makes Tony his own, training him to take his cock, while at the same time teaching him how to be an NCIS agent. See Tony’s first day on the job at NCIS and what happens when Gibbs fucks him for the very first time.
Notes/Warnings: Written for the first ever kink_bigbang With the biggest thank you to two special people, CPWatcher for the awesome artwork & vid and to spikedluv for the awesome beta job, despite a RL implosion. This story has several firsts for me - my first in this fandom (apart from a short PWP), my first bigbang and the first time for literally *years* that I've written something this long. Therefore, I'm pretty darn nervous about posting it.
Artist: CPWatcher
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Special Agent Gibbs sat, trying to be patient, in the office of Captain Joe Pirelli of the Homicide Section of Baltimore P.D. The subject of their meeting stood to attention at one side of the room. Detective Anthony DiNozzo wore a blank expression on his face, but it was obvious to Gibbs that he was tense beneath the outwardly calm surface.
Gibbs hadn’t told DiNozzo of his plans before the meeting, and he doubted that Pirelli would have mentioned it when he had summoned DiNozzo to his office. To his credit, though, DiNozzo’s only reaction to the news that Gibbs wanted to buy his title was a widening of his eyes. He had not spoken, just taken up position at the side of the office and waited to see if Pirelli would release him to go to D.C. with Gibbs and become an NCIS Special Agent.
“Well, Pirelli, what’s it to be?” Gibbs asked, his impatience growing.
“Why him?” Pirelli countered, a calculating look in his eyes. Gibbs knew he was wondering just how much he could get away with asking for DiNozzo.
Gibbs was a player, though, and easily kept his true feelings hidden. No one needed to know that he was willing to pay just about anything for DiNozzo. Instead, he just shrugged casually as he answered Pirelli’s question. “My team is a man short,” he said. “I think DiNozzo can be trained to fill that slot.”
“You know this is his third department in six years, right?” Pirelli asked.
Gibbs allowed his disdain at such a stupid question to show on his face. “I know,” he told Pirelli shortly.
“Alrighty, then,” Pirelli said. “Ten thousand dollars, not a cent less.”
Gibbs didn’t even blink. “Deal,” he said. He’d been willing to pay at least twice that amount. Pirelli clearly didn’t have a clue what sort of man DiNozzo really was, or how much of an asset he could be. Gibbs reached into his jacket pocket. “Check or card?” he asked blandly.
Pirelli did blink, several times. “Uh, card is fine,” he finally said, as his eyes narrowed with the realization that he’d been played. But it was too late now; a verbal agreement to buy a debenture was as binding as a fully witnessed contract in law.
Gibbs smirked as he handed over his platinum Visa card. Pirelli looked surprised, when he saw it was a personal, rather than company card. “I, uh, I just need to check the limit and authorization,” he pointed out.
“No problem,” Gibbs said calmly. He was good for a hell of a lot more than that, so he sat back in his chair, easily able to be patient now that he’d gotten his own way.
Pirelli spent a couple of minutes with his computer, then on the phone, verifying that the card was good and processing the payment. Gibbs signed the paperwork handed to him with a flourish, aware the whole time of DiNozzo’s gaze boring into the back of his head, but ignoring it. There would be plenty of time to educate his new agent later.
Once the documents were finally all signed to Pirelli’s satisfaction he put a set in a folder for Gibbs, and then came around his desk to where DiNozzo stood. However he felt about the situation, the former detective knew what was expected of him and he dropped gracefully to his knees, bending his head to bare his neck to his former Captain.
Pirelli reached down and unfastened the collar that DiNozzo was wearing. “Anthony DiNozzo, I hereby repudiate and renounce all contracts and claims that the Baltimore Police Department holds for you, and hand you over to the control and ownership of Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs of the Naval Criminal Investigative Service.”
Pirelli stepped back, the collar in hand as he finished the formal words that severed DiNozzo’s ties with Baltimore Police. He turned and gave a short bow to Gibbs, who bowed back. Gibbs took the collar that Pirelli handed to him, removed the small black plastic tag that had “Baltimore P.D.” scratched into it and handed it to Pirelli. Reaching into a jacket pocket, Gibbs took out a silver tag, which had engraved on it “Property of L. J. Gibbs” in fancy script. He carefully clipped the tag to the front of the collar before stepping over to Tony.
“By accepting this collar you become the property of Leroy Jethro Gibbs, subject to my rules and will at all times. Do you understand?”
The words were a formality, but DiNozzo had to acknowledge them all the same. “I do, Master Gibbs,” DiNozzo said, in a clear, firm voice, speaking for the first time since he’d come into the office.
Acceptance granted, Gibbs buckled the collar in place, checking it for fit once he was done. Satisfied, he stepped back and looked down at the man kneeling before him, head still bowed. He felt a frisson of pleasure and excitement slide through him, making his cock throb in his pants at the thought of owning and teaching the new Agent he’d just acquired.
Gibbs didn’t even look at Pirelli again as he turned for the door, his business here concluded. “Come,” he said to DiNozzo, knowing the other man would follow instantly.
DiNozzo rose gracefully to his feet and followed his new Master from his old boss’s office, into the Homicide squad room and over to his former desk.
“What do you have to collect?” Gibbs asked as he glanced around the room, sizing up the two detectives across the other side briefly before looking at his new charge.
“Nothing, Master,” DiNozzo said.
That got Gibbs’s attention fast. Even he had a few personal items on his desk at NCIS. “Not even a coffee mug?” Gibbs asked, one eyebrow raised. He’d already noticed the absence of family photos before, but hadn’t really paid attention to the lack at the time, caught up in the case they were investigating.
“No, Master.” DiNozzo shook his head.
“Any paperwork or files you need to deal with?” Gibbs asked briskly, deciding not to dwell on it. He had an inkling of what DiNozzo’s life had been like from the comprehensive personal file he’d had Pacci prepare before deciding to make his offer, so he wasn’t altogether surprised.
“I finished up everything this morning, Master Gibbs,” DiNozzo said, voice calm and even.
“Then let’s get the hell out of here,” Gibbs said, and headed for the door at his usual fast stride. He heard DiNozzo fall into step behind him; neither of them bothered to look back as they left Baltimore P.D. behind them.
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Gibbs decided to head back to his hotel with DiNozzo. He knew that the younger man had a small apartment in a block that the P.D. kept for its single, male detectives. But he also knew the only things in it belonging to his new recruit were the clothes. The department supplied everything else and DiNozzo wouldn’t need any clothes until tomorrow, at the earliest, so they could collect them then, before heading back to D.C. For the moment, Gibbs was more interested in laying out some ground rules for DiNozzo and finding out just how true the more intimate details in his file were.
Gibbs had been offered a hotel room in keeping with his status at NCIS, as team leader and second to the director, but he had still used his own wealth to trade up to something nicer. He’d had no idea how long he’d be in Baltimore and had no intention on scrimping on the rare occasions he had made it back to the hotel to sleep during the case.
The room had been upgraded to a suite, with a sitting room, as well as a bedroom and large bathroom. The bed was luxurious and made up with 500 count Egyptian cotton sheets, with several large, comfortable pillows strewn across it. It was a far cry from the beds Gibbs had slept in as a Marine, but as he got older Gibbs enjoyed sleeping somewhere that could accommodate his many aches, even as he pretended he remained young enough to sleep on the ground if he needed to and still get up and run five miles with a heavy pack the next day.
The bathroom had a large shower, easily big enough for two adult males, and a sunken hot tub, which Gibbs also appreciated for the way it soothed those many aches. Finally, the sitting room was well appointed with comfortable couches, a dining area by the window and a well stocked bar, plus the obligatory large screen TV and entertainment system, although the latter was hidden behind mahogany doors.
Behind him, Gibbs was aware of DiNozzo’s sharp gaze taking in his surroundings, but the younger man didn’t comment, remaining as silent now as he had been on the drive to the hotel. Gibbs knew from their time working the case that it wasn’t in the other man’s nature to be so quiet, but he guessed that DiNozzo was waiting to see what would happen to him in this new situation. Suddenly changing owners like that could unsettle even someone as used to moving around as DiNozzo seemed to be.
Taking off his jacket and shoes, Gibbs headed for the wet bar and quickly poured himself a shot of bourbon. Technically it was still a little early for him to be drinking, but he was off duty for the duration and it had been a rough week. DiNozzo remained standing just inside the door, head bowed, as he waited to see what came next.
“Take your jacket and shoes off and come here.” Gibbs beckoned him forward, as he settled into one of the plush couches in the seating area. DiNozzo obediently moved forward, kneeling at Gibbs’s feet without needing to be told.
Gibbs reached out, ready to properly test a theory he’d had since he’d first met the former detective. Sure enough, the hair that he sank his fingers into was thick and soft. Gibbs couldn’t hide a grin at the purr his strokes elicited from his charge. He’d guessed straight off that DiNozzo was something of a sensualist and he hadn’t been wrong.
Gibbs spent several minutes sipping the bourbon and petting DiNozzo’s hair, letting the stress bleed out of him. DiNozzo remained quiescent beneath his touch, head bowed and breathing steady, as Gibbs relaxed back into the comfort of the couch.
Once the glass was empty, Gibbs put it down with a sigh. One was all he was prepared to let himself have right now; he had too many responsibilities to risk a loss of control.
Gibbs decided to ignore for now the small mew of protest that DiNozzo gave at the loss of contact as he stood up. After all, he had yet to give DiNozzo any instructions. But he promised himself it was the one and only free pass he would give the other man.
“Bedroom,” Gibbs said succinctly, leading the way. DiNozzo followed obediently behind. As they had left their shoes and jackets by the door, the thick carpet swallowed the sound of their footsteps as they crossed the sitting room.
Once inside, Gibbs again gave DiNozzo a few seconds to scope out the room as he pulled off his tie and tossed it onto the bureau. One of the many reasons why Gibbs would be glad to get back home was the fact he could revert to the more casual dress code of NCIS HQ, dropping the formal suits he’d worn as a guest of Baltimore P.D.
Settling back onto the bed, Gibbs gave an order to “Strip,” to DiNozzo, making it matter of fact, the same way he had everything else he’d told his new Agent to do so far. It was a test of sorts, but only a minor one.
DiNozzo didn’t hesitate; he immediately began removing his suit, taking care to fold everything and place it neatly on a chair as he did so. Gibbs didn’t notice so much as a pause as the clothes came off, even when he got to his boxers. Instead, they were removed as casually as everything else had been before being added to the top of the pile. DiNozzo was left wearing his collar and nothing else.
Gibbs nodded approval. Whatever else he might or might not be, at least DiNozzo knew how to follow simple orders, and he clearly didn’t have any self-consciousness about getting naked in front of another man, even though Gibbs still was nearly a stranger to him.
Gibbs took his time looking over his acquisition. As he’d guessed, DiNozzo was in good shape, though not as fit as Gibbs would like an Agent of his to be. Still, that wouldn’t be a problem. Once they got back, Gibbs would take him to the gym and devise a personal fitness program for him.
“Turn,” Gibbs ordered, not letting up his frank appraisal of DiNozzo’s body as the other man rotated to show Gibbs his back side. Gibbs couldn’t help the little grunt of approval that slipped out as he admired the ass that was displayed to him. He’d thought DiNozzo had a nice package, round heavy balls beneath a long, cut cock that had twitched under the pressure of Gibbs’s gaze, but the ass was something else. It was tight and round and just the right side of plump. Gibbs knew he was going to get a good handful from those cheeks, and he felt his own cock twitch and throb in his pants at the thought of sliding between them and sinking deeply into DiNozzo’s body.
Unable to resist, Gibbs rose from the bed. “Display,” he ordered as he covered the short distance between them. DiNozzo bent forward, spreading his legs and grasping his ankles. The sight made Gibbs pause for a moment, impressed with the younger man’s flexibility. There was no way Gibbs could make that move any more. It made Gibbs’s cock throb even harder, as he imagined all the positions he could put DiNozzo in for fucking.
Coming up close behind him, Gibbs reached out and gripped DiNozzo’s ass cheeks firmly, enjoying the silky smooth feel of the skin beneath his palms. He caressed the skin as he parted the twin globes to admire the dark hole between. He knew how the roughness of his own calluses would feel to DiNozzo, and he added to the stimulation by kneading the flesh roughly. To his credit, DiNozzo remained silent and still, holding position admirably.
Gibbs stepped back, still gripping DiNozzo’s ass firmly, possessive of what he now owned. He wanted nothing more than to fuck that tight hole right now, but knew it was not the right time yet. If his suspicions turned out to be correct, DiNozzo had somehow remained a virgin till now, and Gibbs treated his property better than he would someone he was merely using for a quick, rough fuck.
But as Gibbs released the rounded flesh he couldn’t resist putting a mark of ownership on the smooth skin, even if it was only a temporary one. Raising his right hand, he brought it down hard on first one buttock, then the other, leaving flaming red handprints on the pale flesh.
DiNozzo couldn’t help a yell of pained surprise at the first blow, but he still held firm and didn’t make a noise at the second blow. That impressed Gibbs and made his cock throb all the harder. He just knew that DiNozzo was going to make the perfect addition to his team. For now, though, Gibbs decided it was about time he did something with the hard on straining against his pants. While DiNozzo might not have had his cherry popped yet, Gibbs knew that he was an expert at giving head and Gibbs liked the thought of that busy mouth filled with his cock, lips swollen from going down on him.
“Come here,” Gibbs said, beckoning DiNozzo to follow him as he settled in a large armchair to one side of the room. DiNozzo followed obediently behind him, kneeling once more at Gibbs’s feet. Gibbs unzipped his pants, sighing in relief as the pressure on his cock eased. He pulled his boxers down enough to free the hard length to the cool air of the room, feeling himself twitch as he looked at the man waiting in front of him. Gibbs couldn’t resist a couple of pulls to his cock as he eyed DiNozzo’s slightly parted mouth and glistening lips.
A quick flick of his hand was enough for DiNozzo to bend forward and swallow him down. “No messing around, just get me off,” Gibbs instructed, wanting it hard and fast to take the edge off.
DiNozzo set to work eagerly, showing Gibbs that he was as expert at cock sucking as Gibbs had suspected from the one time he’d observed him blowing Pirelli in his office. The Captain had had a superior smirk on his face the whole time, which Gibbs had wanted to wipe away with a punch to the jaw. But he had concealed his feelings beneath his Marine façade, keeping his face carefully blank even as he plotted getting DiNozzo away from the man. Someone like Pirelli had no idea what he had in DiNozzo, and Gibbs had no intention of enlightening him. Instead he’d just decided to buy the detective out from under him, knowing that there was a skill to getting the best out of the wayward DiNozzo, and that Pirelli had no clue how to apply it. However, all his years as a Marine Gunnery Sergeant and then training new agents for NCIS meant that it was a task Gibbs was uniquely suited to performing and he looked forward to doing so with DiNozzo.
Feeling himself getting close despite the distraction of his thoughts, Gibbs fisted his hands in DiNozzo’s thick hair and began thrusting into the heat of the mobile, sweet mouth surrounding him. DiNozzo took it easily, riding the rough treatment expertly, until Gibbs gave it up with a hoarse shout, eyes closing as DiNozzo swallowed his come eagerly before letting Gibbs’s cock slip free, only to lick it clean, as dainty as a cat with cream.
Gibbs finally managed to pry his eyelids open and unclench his fingers from DiNozzo’s hair. He petted the silken strands in mute apology for the rough treatment, looking down at his Agent as he did so. DiNozzo rested his head against Gibbs’s leg, eyes heavy lidded at the pleasurable sensations. Gibbs could see DiNozzo’s cock was hard and curved against his belly, tip damp with pre-come, and he was pleased with the evidence of the younger man’s control.
“You can come,” he told DiNozzo, giving a final pat to his hair before releasing it.
DiNozzo gave him a grateful look, but didn’t speak; he had yet to be given permission, after all. He reached down and took a firm grip of his cock, immediately stroking himself hard and fast, too desperate to get off to worry about finesse or fancy technique. Gibbs watched, sprawled in the chair, not caring that he probably looked a mess after DiNozzo’s expert treatment. He enjoyed the heavy lassitude of his spent body as DiNozzo panted in search of orgasm, somehow seeming to not be able to get over the edge.
“That’s it,” Gibbs said, deciding to experiment with a little verbal encouragement. “That’s good, Tony, come for me,” Gibbs told him, using the other man’s given name for the first time.
Whether it was the further permission or the use of his name Gibbs couldn’t tell, but either way it was enough, and with a groan, DiNozzo’s head dropped back and his mouth parted as his cock spurted come over his hand and belly. Gibbs continued to watch, enjoying the vulnerability of the other man coming in front of him like this.
Once DiNozzo was done he slumped against Gibbs’s leg once more and seconds later Gibbs found his hand in his Pet’s hair yet again, both of them enjoying the stroking as they began to form a more solid connection.
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After a little while Gibbs roused himself from the light doze he’d allowed himself to slip into and patted DiNozzo on the head. “Let’s stretch out on the bed,” he said, easing himself to his feet.
DiNozzo stood in one graceful, fluid motion, grimacing at the dried semen on his belly. Gibbs caught the look as he decided to strip off his own clothes. “Go clean up,” he told DiNozzo, tipping his head in the direction of the bathroom. DiNozzo gave him a grateful look, then hurried to comply.
By the time he got back from the clean up, Gibbs had undressed and was lying on the bed, leaning on one elbow as he waited for DiNozzo’s return.
“Come here,” Gibbs said, patting the bed in front of him. DiNozzo crossed over to the bed and lay down next to Gibbs, stretching out facing his Master. “We’re going to discuss rules now, Tony, so you have my permission to speak freely, understand?”
“Yes, Master Gibbs,” DiNozzo said softly.
“All right, first rule,” Gibbs said. “When we’re in private, I will call you Tony. At work, or any other time we’re in public, you will be DiNozzo or I will use your title. You may call me Gibbs in private, the rest of the time it’s either Master Gibbs or Special Agent Gibbs.”
“Yes, Gibbs,” Tony replied, showing he understood.
Gibbs nodded. Although he was used to using last names from his time in the military and at NCIS, he saw no need to be that formal with his Pet in the privacy of his own home. “Second rule, you will live with me and your NCIS salary will be paid to me directly. But you will never go without. If there is anything you think you need, ask me. As long as the request is reasonable, I’m unlikely to refuse.”
Gibbs could see that Tony had a question and he nodded at him to go ahead and ask.
“What about personal items that I want, but don’t need?” Tony asked.
Gibbs frowned. “Such as?” he asked.
Tony gave a little shrug, as if to downplay his request. “Just stuff like magazines or DVDs,” he said.
“I’ll give you an allowance each month for you to spend on whatever you like, but once it’s gone, that’s it. I won’t give you any more until the next month. Okay?”
“Yes, Gibbs, thank you,” Tony replied.
“Good. Third rule, you need to know that on the job, my word is law. If I give an order, I expect you to obey it without question. Doubts or hesitation can cost someone their life. I need you to trust I know what I’m doing, and I need to be able to trust that you will do as I say, when I say, without second guessing my motivations.” Gibbs drilled Tony with a hard stare as he outlined this rule, making sure Tony understood its importance.
“I understand, Gibbs,” Tony said, tone utterly serious.
“All right, those are the most important rules for now. We’re going to discuss your experience and what I expect of you in the personal arena now,” Gibbs told him.
Tony shifted a little on the bed, showing Gibbs that he wasn’t entirely comfortable with this side of things. Gibbs had no doubt it stemmed from the mismanagement he’d received at the hands of his previous bosses, and the lack of experience he’d picked up on in the file that Pacci had sent him.
“It’s alright Tony, you can trust me,” Gibbs said, reaching out to rest a hand on Tony’s hip.
“It’s just that I mess things up,” Tony said awkwardly, squirming again as he looked down.
Gibbs reached out to lift his chin. “Why do you say that?” he asked, intense gaze locked on Tony’s face, determined to make the other man spell out his perceived failings so that he could put him right.
“Well, I’ve never been owned properly by anyone before,” Tony explained. “I guess they decided that if my own father didn’t want to train me, then I wasn’t worth the effort, and so they just did the minimum with which they could get away.”
“Tony, Tony,” Gibbs sighed and shook his head. “If your father didn’t train you, that was his fault, not yours. I promise, I will train you the way I think you should be trained, both as an NCIS special agent and as my Pet, and you have nothing to worry about. You’ll do fine, I’m sure of it.”
“Yes, Master Gibbs,” Tony whispered, looking down again as he said it.
Gibbs shook his head, struggling not to be impatient. It seemed that Pacci’s file had been pretty accurate, and Gibbs was going to have a full time job on his hands.
“Let’s start with what I want from you,” Gibbs said. He reached up from where his hand still rested on Tony’s hip to circle one of Tony’s nipples. “I’m going to get these pierced first,” he said, tweaking the sensitive nub and making Tony gasp. “You’re going to keep rings in them all the time, as part of my mark on you, along with this,” Gibbs reached up to flick a nail against the tag on Tony’s collar.
The slight ting of the metal made Tony shudder and gasp, and Gibbs looked up to see his eyes darken with arousal. “You like being owned, don’t you, Tony?” Gibbs purred. He again tweaked a nipple, and then rubbed it with his thumb. “You can’t wait to wear my permanent mark of ownership, can you?”
“Nuh-no,” Tony stuttered, breath catching in his throat. Gibbs looked smug as he saw Tony’s nipples harden under the attention. Looking down, he wasn’t surprised to see Tony’s cock twitching and getting hard as well.
“That’s what I thought,” Gibbs said with hard satisfaction. He was an expert at this and it hadn’t been difficult to read Tony at all. “Have you ever taken a cock, Tony?” Gibbs suddenly asked, squeezing Tony firmly as he did so.
Tony squeaked before stuttering out another no. Gibbs nodded; it was the answer he’d been expecting. “Well, in six weeks time, Tony, you won’t just be able to take my cock, you’ll be able to take my fist as well,” he promised darkly.
Tony moaned at that, tongue flicking out to lick his lips as his eyes got even darker, and Gibbs felt the flesh he still held get even harder. Gibbs felt his own cock begin to throb with renewed arousal as well. This was going to be so good, he could feel it. Tony was perfect, needy and wanton and eager for attention. That he would also make a very good agent was merely a bonus for Gibbs. True, he was a man down on his team, but that hadn’t been his main motivation for approaching Pirelli today. The chance to own Tony and make him submit had been what he’d really wanted all along.
Gibbs stroked Tony’s cock roughly, listening to the eager moans spilling from his Pet’s mouth as he fell into the sensations being generated and the spell Gibbs was weaving around them. Gibbs pushed Tony’s shoulder so that he lay flat on the bed, and then moved so that he was lying on top of him, all of his weight on Tony where he sprawled beneath him.
Tony continued to moan, writhing under Gibbs’s body, but showing no difficulties in breathing. His head fell back, baring his throat to Gibbs’s gaze. The length of it, and the implications of that move were too much for Gibbs to ignore. With a growl, Gibbs bent his head and fastened his teeth to the sweat-slicked flesh just above Tony’s collar. Gibbs spent several seconds sucking at the spot he’d chosen, feeling Tony’s cock jerk and twitch against his own as he marked Tony.
When he was satisfied the mark would bruise, Gibbs rolled on the bed, bringing Tony with him, so that their positions were reversed. He wrapped his legs around Tony’s and took a possessive hold of Tony’s ass, as he had earlier. Roughly kneading the smooth flesh under his hands, Gibbs encouraged Tony to thrust against him, while sliding one finger between the tempting cheeks. It was too early to try anything yet, but Gibbs was happy just to rub across that spot for now, enjoying the feel of the sensitive, secret place where he longed to bury himself.
“I’m going to build you up to it gradually,” Gibbs whispered directly in Tony’s ear, even as they continued to push against each other, sweat slicking their bodies, making the slip and slide easier. “Start with a finger or a toy, build you up to taking a plug, then my cock. Get you used to being filled all the time, even in the field, until you beg me to let you come, then slide my fingers into you, stretch you ever wider. Then I’m going to work my whole hand into that tight little hole of yours, make you so full you think you’ll burst. And then I will move just right and you’ll come so hard, you’ll be seeing stars for a week.”
Tony cried out, overcome by the sensations and the dirty words Gibbs was whispering into his ear. Gibbs was pleased, knowing that he had the measure of Tony, that he controlled exactly what the other man felt and the pleasure he experienced.
“That’s it, Tony, come for me,” Gibbs encouraged. “Let me feel you spill, give it up to me.”
Tony cried out again and stilled, hot come splashing between their bodies as his cock pulsed time and time again. Gibbs was fiercely pleased, enjoying the pleasure contorting Tony’s face as he gave it up to Gibbs again. The sight and smell was intoxicating, and with a couple of hard thrusts Gibbs was coming himself, grunting as he added to the sticky mess between them.
This time, they lay there in a daze for a long time, both breathing hard as they slowly came down from this second high. Dimly Gibbs thought to himself that he was too old to come twice like that in one night. Tony rolled off him with a groan, limbs splayed on the spacious bed as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
Gibbs knew they would need to get up and shower at some point, and order some food, but for the moment he was going to lie there and enjoy the afterglow as he recovered. He had arranged with the Director for the rest of the week off, so there was no rush to go anywhere just yet. He and Tony needed a little time to get to know each other, and for Tony to adjust to this new relationship before they faced the rest of the world, especially his team. It wouldn’t be easy for either Pacci or Burley to accept a new man into their tight knit unit, especially when they realized he belonged to Gibbs, not NCIS, so Gibbs needed to be sure that Tony was secure in his place with Gibbs before he was introduced to them.
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After a while Gibbs rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. Tony was dozing still and Gibbs was content to leave him be for now. He had some phone calls to make to set things up for later, and for the moment Gibbs preferred that Tony remain unaware of his plans for the evening.
After his shower Gibbs ordered room service, then got on the phone to a friend back in D.C. who was able to put him in touch with the person he needed. Gibbs had decided that he couldn’t wait any longer; he wanted Tony pierced that night. It would irrevocably mark Tony as his, even more than the tag on his collar did, and Gibbs wanted them both to have that security. Plus, the sooner Tony had it done, the sooner he would recover. As it was, it would take weeks to heal completely, but Gibbs was willing to be patient when it came to his new Pet. Luckily, the contact proved to be available that evening and didn’t charge more than Gibbs was willing to pay for the short notice service.
Just as Gibbs finished up his last phone call, a discreet knock sounded at the door. Room service had arrived right on time. Gibbs headed for the door, snagging his wallet as he went. The butler was efficient as he wheeled in the cart and set everything up as Gibbs instructed him. The fact that he didn’t even react to Tony wandering naked into the room earned him another twenty on top of the tip that Gibbs had been about to give him. The man nodded politely as he disappeared into the hallway, Gibbs close behind to make sure the “Do Not Disturb” sign was in place as he locked the door.
“Mm, smells good,” Tony said, sniffing appreciatively as he wandered over to examine the food laid out on the table.
“Shower first,” Gibbs told him, and to his credit Tony didn’t grumble as he turned obediently back towards the bathroom.
He didn’t linger either, returning to the sitting room barely fifteen minutes later, hair still damp. He hadn’t bothered dressing; instead he had one of the hotel’s toweling robes on and was just tying the belt as he headed for the second place setting.
“Lose the robe,” Gibbs said matter of factly, “I want you naked unless I tell you otherwise when we’re in private.”
Again, Tony obeyed instantly and Gibbs wondered just who had taught him to take orders. His father was the most obvious choice, but the file Pacci had supplied suggested otherwise. Gibbs gave an internal shrug. It didn’t really matter who had taught Tony, all that mattered was that he knew how to obey. Although Gibbs looked forward to testing that obedience and finding out how Tony reacted to being punished.
Tony placed the robe neatly across the back of the nearest couch, then looked at Gibbs for the nod of permission before taking his seat at the table. Gibbs had already filled a plate for him, and as soon as Tony was seated Gibbs began to eat. Tony followed suit, making noises of appreciation and approval as he tucked into the simple meal of steak, potatoes and salad that Gibbs had chosen.
They ate in silence, enjoying the food, both of them refilling their plates, needing the fuel after their earlier physical exertions. If Gibbs had his way, there would be at least one more orgasm for both of them this day, and the extra energy the food provided would help sustain them both.
A few hours later, the food was barely a memory in Tony’s head as he was laid out on the bed awaiting Gibbs’s next move. He was naked and aroused, bound to the bed and blindfolded, unable to do more than wait for Gibbs’s pleasure. It was a sight that Gibbs decided he looked forward to enjoying see repeated, for a very long time to come, and preferably in his own bed.
The sound of a knock at the door of the suite made Tony twitch and tense nervously. “Relax,” Gibbs said, hand on Tony’s ankle. “I’ll be right back.” He waited a second to see Tony follow his order, before heading out to let in the contact his friend had given him.
Gibbs shook hands with the guy, who introduced himself as “Red”, then led him back to the bedroom. It was time to tell Tony what was about to happen. He didn’t want Tony to watch as he was pierced. Instead, Gibbs wanted him focused on sensations, on the pleasure that he would be feeling, courtesy of Gibbs. He was feeling indulgent at present, enjoying his new purchase and seeing what responses he could wring out of Tony. It was a long time since he’d had someone new to break in and Gibbs found he missed it. That Tony was so inexperienced in certain areas just added to the enjoyment for Gibbs.
“Tony,” he said softly, getting his Pet’s attention. Tony’s head turned towards him, even though he couldn’t see with the thick blindfold he wore. His arousal hadn’t flagged at all while Gibbs had been out of the room, his cock full and hard against his belly.
Gibbs grasped the hard flesh tightly, squeezing slightly, making Tony whine at the hint of roughness. Certain that he had Tony’s attention, Gibbs spoke again. “There’s a man here now,” he said, instantly squeezing Tony’s cock hard again, when Tony tried to twist away. The move was enough to still Tony.
“It’s nothing to worry about,” Gibbs spoke authoritatively and he could see Tony respond to the tone. “He’s going to be piercing your nipples, like we spoke about earlier, remember?”
“Yes,” Tony panted out the word, sweat breaking out on his skin as he moaned and arched into Gibbs’s rough stroke of his cock.
“Good,” Gibbs told him. “Don’t pay him any mind, you keep your focus on me, on what I’m doing to you, understand?”
Tony’s body heaved as he tried to take in everything that was happening. His cock still throbbed as hard as ever in the sure grip Gibbs had on him. “Do you understand?” Gibbs asked again, when Tony didn’t answer.
“Yes,” Tony said, crying out as Gibbs rubbed a callused thumb across the sensitive tip of his cock.
Gibbs glanced over at Red, who was standing to the side of the bed. He gave a little nod to Gibbs, who nodded back. They were ready. Knowing what was likely to happen, Gibbs got onto the bed beside Tony. Putting an arm across his stomach to keep him in place, Gibbs bent and swallowed his Pet’s cock. Tony howled and tried to thrust, but Gibbs held firm.
Above him, Red was working quickly and precisely. Gibbs had positioned himself so he could see what was happening. As Red pierced the first nipple, making Tony scream, Gibbs swallowed Tony’s length again. Seconds later, the second one was done and they repeated the process. After that, it was a matter of moments for the rings to be fixed in place and Red was backing away, job done.
Gibbs ignored him, concentrating now on Tony and making him come. A few practiced moves was all it took and Gibbs was watching Tony’s cock spurt and his body shake as he yelled his pain and pleasure to the ceiling. Gibbs was glad he was the only one on this floor and that his name and the price he had paid for this privacy was proving it’s worth right now.
Tony was spent and shaking beneath him, slowly recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm. Gibbs was rock hard in his pants, on the edge of coming himself, but he held back, knowing his focus needed to be on Tony right now. There would be time for him later. He soothed Tony through the aftershocks of his orgasm, gently wiping him clean as Tony’s breathing gradually became normal again, before removing the blindfold and cuffs he wore.
Eventually, Tony opened his eyes, still not back with it completely, a dazed expression on his face. Gibbs had stretched out on the bed next to him and he smiled tenderly at Tony, then leaned over and kissed him sweetly, enjoying the way Tony opened eagerly to his touch.
Breaking the kiss, Gibbs leaned back to evaluate Tony, pleased to see swollen lips and eyes dark with arousal. “I have one more thing for you tonight, Tony, then we’re going to get some rest,” Gibbs told him.
Tony nodded obediently and Gibbs felt his eyes watch him, as he opened the top drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. Gibbs had placed the things he needed in there that morning, before leaving the hotel, confident he would be bringing Tony back here today and wanting to be prepared.
Turning to face Tony, Gibbs allowed him to see what he’d collected from the drawer. It was a small butt plug and a tube of lube. It was time for Tony to start finding out what it was like to be stretched open for long periods of time. Gibbs planned to go slowly, but his patience would only last for so long, before he wouldn’t be able to resist taking Tony for the first time and he wanted to make sure that when that happened, Tony was thoroughly prepared and in no danger of being hurt by what Gibbs was doing.
Gibbs opened the lube and slicked up the butt plug. “Roll over,” he ordered and Tony did so. Reaching out, Gibbs palmed a smooth cheek firmly, noting that the red marks he’d left earlier had faded now. There would be plenty of time to rectify that later, for now Gibbs wanted Tony to get some rest, so he settled for squeezing his handful, before gently exposing Tony’s hole to his view.
Tony lay frozen beneath him, body tense in anticipation. Gibbs leaned over and whispered directly in his ear. “Relax,” he said, “You’re going to do fine.” He rubbed the tip of the plug against Tony’s hole, letting him get used to it, watching as Tony breathed deeply, muscles visibly loosening as he let the air out in a rush. At that point, Gibbs pushed the plug forward. To his credit, although Tony gave a yelp of surprise, he stayed relaxed and allowed Gibbs to easily slip the plug into him.
Because it was so small, the plug didn’t take much effort to put into place. Satisfied, Gibbs leaned over and kissed one firm ass cheek. “Well done,” he said. “Now relax and get some sleep.”
Tony curled onto his side, eyes closed. Gibbs lay watching him, until he saw Tony’s breathing even out in the regular pattern of sleep. A small smile touched his lips, as he watched Tony, pleased with the way the day had gone. He could hardly wait for tomorrow’s experiences.
Deciding that he would take his own advice and get some rest, Gibbs slipped off the bed and stripped quickly, then slid back under the covers next to Tony. Scooting close to his Pet, he closed his eyes and slid easily into his own sleep.
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When Gibbs woke, sunlight flooded the room and Tony was staring at him across the short distance that separated them. Gibbs was surprised, but smiled at him and Tony smiled back. Remembering the butt plug, Gibbs slid his hand across the silky smooth flesh of Tony’s ass to tease at it, twisting it easily in Tony’s hole. Tony moaned and pressed back eagerly into the stimulation, making Gibbs chuckle. Tony’s cock was twitching against him, leaving a slick trail of pre-come wherever it brushed against Gibbs’s skin.
But Gibbs wasn’t ready to let Tony come just yet. “Bathroom,” he ordered, slapping Tony’s ass as he did so. “We’re going to soak in the tub.”
Tony slid eagerly out of the bed and headed that way, Gibbs taking several seconds to enjoy the view before following along behind him. As he reached the doorway, Tony was bent over, legs spread, fiddling with the controls of the tub. Gibbs again admired the view, knowing the pose was deliberate, before prowling forward. Gripping Tony’s hips hard, Gibbs pressed his body against Tony’s, rubbing his groin against Tony’s ass, enjoying the sensations and a vivid fantasy of what it would be like to stand here and sink his cock into Tony’s tight hole.
Tony mewled appreciatively as Gibbs rubbed against him, a noise that he hadn’t produced before. Gibbs determined to find other ways to get him to repeat it. Reaching down, he teased again at the plug he’d put in Tony’s ass. That earned him a moan and a wiggle, which made Gibbs hum at the sensation of smooth flesh against his still-sensitive cock.
Leaning forward to lick and tease at Tony’s neck, Gibbs noticed the tub was getting dangerously full, so he pulled back reluctantly and reached around to turn off the flow of water. “Let’s soak,” he told Tony and stepped into the tub. Tony got in beside him, hissing at the sensation of the hot water lapping at his nipples, which Gibbs knew had to be sore from last night’s piercing. He settled by Gibbs’s side without complaining, though and relaxed into the warm embrace of the water.
They soaked for a while in silence, before Gibbs spoke. “We’re going to cover one of the more difficult things I expect from you, Tony,” he said. “Orgasm denial. You’re going to learn what it feels like to be stimulated, but not get to come. This is about self-control and learning that what your owner wants is the most important thing. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master Gibbs,” Tony said softly.
Gibbs studied his face carefully. Tony didn’t look as bothered as Gibbs had expected. “Let me guess,” he said. “Your father did that sort of thing to you all the time and all your bosses have followed suit.”
Tony gave a little shrug. “None of them were interested in me getting off,” he said. “Most of the time, they never thought to give me permission, because they were only bothered with their own pleasure. I’m used to getting aroused but it going nowhere.”
Gibbs frowned, more bothered by that than he expected. “Alright, I’ll think about what you’ve told me,” he said. “Let’s get cleaned up in the shower, then we’re going to check out and get your gear, then get on the road back to D.C.”
Tony nodded understanding and rose gracefully from the tub. He was still hard and the sight of him standing there, water streaming down his body, made Gibbs’s mouth water. It was like some Classical Greek statue come to life. With a growl, Gibbs surged to his feet and gripped Tony’s shoulders hard, drawing him forward so that Gibbs could ravage his mouth. Tony opened to him instantly and Gibbs moaned into the kiss, enjoying the slick warmth of Tony’s mouth. It was a heady, addicting taste and Gibbs already couldn’t get enough of it.
Eventually, Gibbs forced himself to break the kiss and step back. Much as he wanted to spend the rest of the day in bed with Tony, he actually wanted to get out of Baltimore and back home to D.C. even more. Tony stood there, eyes closed and chest heaving for several seconds after Gibbs let him go, then he shuddered once and blinked back to awareness.
Gibbs led the way to the shower and they both cleaned up quickly and efficiently. Gibbs couldn’t resist a further kiss, though, as they toweled off afterwards. Again, it was difficult to stop, but Gibbs found his Marine discipline and did so.
“Time to get dressed,” Gibbs said gently. Tony nodded obediently and followed Gibbs back into the bedroom, where they both got their clothes together and dressed as quickly as possible.
Even though Gibbs had been at the hotel a while, he didn’t have much packing to do and within a few minutes he was ready to go. He caressed Tony’s face once, as he headed for the door. “Let’s go home,” he said.
“Yes, Master,” Tony said and once more fell into step behind Gibbs, as he headed out of the suite.
Part 2