by Chris Owen
"I can always take you, sir," Noah assured him. He worked himself a moment longer until he groaned, low and deep in his chest. "Mmm." He slipped his fingers free and swallowed, blushing. "I... think that's probably good enough, sir," he said, obviously trying to look contrite.
"Enjoyed that, did you?" Tobias asked rhetorically. "Well, I'd say your spanking is off to a fine start then." He grinned and slapped the belt into his hand. "Across my knees, ass high. No coming until I say so, understand? I'd hate to arrive in Paris with come stains on my trousers."
"Yes, sir. I understand." Noah bent over Tobias' knees and braced his hands on the floor. His heavy cock hung neatly between Tobias' thighs. No ring, Tobias mused; that would have been quite a thing to explain as they went through the metal detectors.
"Good boy. And try not to scream -- I'm not sure how much the pilot is willing to ignore." And with that, he brought the belt down on Noah's ass, leaving a nice red stripe.
"Ah, God." Tobias felt Noah's cock twitch as he hissed through the sting. Noah relaxed a little and sighed. "Try not to scream." Noah snorted. "Yeah, okay, sir."
Tobias grinned and lifted his hand again. He'd have to go gentle on Noah's ass -- not only did he prefer not to put on a show for the men in the cockpit, but the luxury of the couch meant he couldn't get a good swing if he'd wanted to. So, he played. The leather of the belt stung and snapped but didn't bite, and the blows landed solidly instead of flicking. Noah's ass would soon be hot and red, and the effort would be minimal; Tobias only hoped that he would hold on long enough for Tobias to recover his erection.
Noah was a trooper and held his climax back, quietly, just as he was told. He moaned a lot and the fingers of one of his hands dug into Tobias' thigh instead of supporting his weight. The pinker his ass became, the more Noah whimpered, until he was reduced to lovely, pitiful begging. Even the effort of keeping that soft seemed to be difficult for him. "Sir... Master. So hard. So fucking hard, please..."
Tobias moaned with him, his cock filling rapidly. He was getting harder with every slap, every snap, and every moan. The leather of the belt was warming, adding its scent to Noah's, and Tobias shifted, his leg bumping his boy's cock. "Soon," he promised. "Soon."
Noah shivered and whimpered again as the belt made a satisfying slap against his skin. "Is it red?" he asked, panting. "Are you hard, sir? You like it? Swollen and pink and yours to have... Sir... please, Master, fuck me, please!"
"Soon," Tobias said again, his voice tight. "You're a lovely shade, pet. Red and hot, and I'm going to part your ass and push right in, rest my hips on you." He dropped the belt and slapped Noah's upturned and glowing ass with his hand, feeling the heat pouring off it. "On your hands and knees. Now."
Noah slid awkwardly off Tobias' knees to the floor with a grunt. He shoved his rosy ass back toward Tobias shamelessly, begging softly like there was nothing else he could say. "Please, please, please."
Tobias didn't say anything, merely tore at his fly and shoved the fabric out of the way for the second time since takeoff, his cock hard and almost as red as Noah's cheeks. He forced Noah's knees apart a little more and plunged two fingers into him, making sure he was slick. "Ready?" he demanded.
Noah shivered. "Yes! Yes!"
With a sound that was more grunt than anything else, Tobias forced his way into Noah, pushing hard at his hole and not stopping until he was balls deep. "Oh, God," he moaned, trying to catch his breath. "Tight."
"Huge." Noah gasped. Tobias felt him trying to relax -- trying not to come. He controlled his breathing carefully and went nearly silent.
"Good," Tobias tried to praise. "Make it good." He took a breath and slowly began to pull out, his breath catching. "Oh, God."
Noah moaned softly, in time with his breathing. He wanted to scream, Tobias knew, and he wanted to come. But he wouldn't. No, Noah would wait until he was given permission. He always had, after all. Noah arched his pinked ass higher and braced himself on his forearms, moaning low, over and over.
Tobias fucked him slowly, skating the edges of his own need. Having come only a short while before, he knew he was good for a long time; he had a choice to make. He could torture Noah and make it last as long for them both as he could, or he could speed up his own need, timing it so he could slam into Noah roughly after he'd shot and was pleasantly relaxed.
He wasn't sure which would be better.
He looked up, his fingers digging into Noah's hips. "Do you suppose," he said only slightly breathless, "that there are security cameras?"
Noah lifted his head and looked over shoulder with a slight grin. "You think they're watching?" he asked breathlessly. With Tobias taking it slow, Noah seemed to be getting a better handle on his own need. "Maybe they can give us... a copy of the tape when we're... uh... when we're done. Oh, God, so good."
With a grin Tobias rocked into Noah again. "You'd like that?" he asked, knowing very well that Noah would. He loved an audience, even a pretend one. He'd also been the one to comment on the co-pilot... "Maybe they're whacking off, watching," he mused, speeding up a little.
"Just so long as we don't crash... oh, sir." Noah groaned and rocked with him, forward and back and forward again as Tobias thrust. "Tell me you're going to fuck me in public in Paris."
"Only if you're a good boy," Tobias said. He started planning the event right then, running through unlikely places they could go, and what he'd make Noah wear. "Oh, God." He sped up, pushing hard into Noah and circling his hips. "Ride me," he ordered, letting Noah dictate the pace for the moment.
Noah ground backward, twisting his hips as he moved. "Yes, sir, yes. Yes." He rocked and twisted, keeping the pace even for the moment.
Tobias groaned and watched as Noah moved on him. He watched Noah's muscles flex, watched his back arch and his legs flex. But mostly he watched Noah's ass, watched his own cock, and suddenly he was there, right on the edge and hard as hell, just aching. "Come for me," he whispered.
Noah grunted and slammed back onto Tobias' cock once, and then again. He took hold of his cock as he came, going even tighter around Tobias' prick and shooting hard into his fist. "Thank you, sir! Oh, fuck, yes."
Tobias moved with him, fucking him through it, and shoved deeper with every tight spasm. Tighter than anything, clinging and massaging him, Tobias was sure that Noah would pull him over, but he held on. Like a machine, he pounded into Noah again and again, even when he felt Noah go limp under him. "Still with me?" he asked, his hips driving in once more.
Noah nodded and groaned, but he pressed back again, mustering what Tobias needed.
"That's it," Tobias said, tugging Noah back onto him. "Love the way you feel around me. Love your ass, love fucking you." He growled and slapped Noah's ass, slamming into him and pushing his head down, forcing Noah's ass even higher. He felt like he was dancing on the edges of his awareness, and suddenly he was right there. On a plane, over the Atlantic, halfway to another continent. Hard and hot and inside his sub, a few feet from strangers, and on his way to Paris to, in effect, get married.
"Noah!" he yelled as he started to come again. "Jesus, yes."
Noah groaned and shoved back at him hard, matching Tobias' forward thrust and making them both go still. "Oh yes, sir -- yes, baby, yes..." He rolled his hips up and down as Tobias filled him, and he reached back to take hold of the hand on his hip, tangling their fingers tightly.
"Love you," Tobias whispered, still shaking with his release. "So much, sweetheart."
Noah was still catching his breath himself and so he didn't answer Tobias with words, but he squeezed Tobias' fingers again and whimpered softly. He hung there, hunched over his knees, head down, until his breathing came easily. "Fuck, sir. That was great."
Tobias laughed, the sound dry as he panted. "Glad you liked it. Not buying you a plane for a repeat. This is possibly the most expensive fuck you'll ever have." Grinning, Tobias eased out of Noah and fell to the side, not caring that his dick was hanging out of his pants. "Dead now."
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bsp; Noah flopped on his back. "There's always the ride home," he said with a laugh.
"True," Tobias admitted. "But I was kind of planning on you being too sore by that point."
"There's a goal," Noah grinned. He pulled himself up and sat with his back against the couch, then winced. "Jesus, this carpet is murder on my ass," he said with a hiss and switched to the couch itself instead.
"I thought it was the belt," Tobias grumbled, trying not to sound as good-natured as he felt. "I'm out of practice, you say?"
Noah laughed out loud. "No! No, sir. I'm saying my ass is so sore from your expert ministrations that sitting on that industrial carpet is like rubbing my ass on sandpaper."
"Uh-huh." Tobias eyed him skeptically. "So, my arm is adequate? And if I were to visit a few shops I know of, looking for new toys... you would be happy enough to come along so I could try them out?"
"I wouldn't want Sir to buy anything that wasn't exactly to his liking." Noah grinned impishly. He must have learned that look from Phan.
Tobias nodded and finally did up his pants, though he remained stretched out on the floor. "And if I took you out to these shops in... say, your collar and little else? As a reward, perhaps. You would behave and take your whipping as I ordered?"
"You know I would do exactly as you asked of me, sir. Eagerly." Noah's voice was still playful. "You like that idea? Leading me around Paris half-nude at your heel? I'm not likely to run into anyone I know in Paris."
Tobias grinned. "I am."
Noah laughed. "Oh, my God."
"Oh, no, they never call me that anymore." Tobias finally had to laugh, long and loud. He pulled himself up to sitting and then onto the couch where he wrapped himself around Noah for a long kiss. "I will show you off, pet. Just wait. But for now? You need to dress, clean this up, and get more water. Earn your praise, my peacock."
Chapter 17
If the pilots had any indication of what had gone on in the cabin during the flight, they didn't let on. Tobias thanked them and tipped them generously, and then it was off to their hotel. Noah spent most of the lengthy cab ride alternating between leaning out the window and pointing at things and trying to swallow Tobias' tonsils. He was electric -- wound up like a clock, eyes bright, and completely unable to decide what to do next.
Tobias thought his reaction to be rather adorable.
Dinner that night was light, and Tobias couldn't recall the last time Noah had crashed so hard, falling asleep almost before his head hit the pillow.
They slept in, indulging themselves in the luxury of the large bed, the lush room, and the oversized tub and shower. They ate breakfast in their room, taking in the view of Parisian rooftops and planning what to do first. Noah had really needed his morning spanking to settle him down, but after that he was more than ready to sightsee.
They walked a lot, down quaint narrow streets and through busy markets, and eventually they ended up where Tobias had intended, outside Notre Dame. They took the tour, inside and out, with Noah snapping pictures whenever he could. He commented, as another American tourist took their picture with the gates of the huge cathedral in the background, that it was the first time they'd ever had their picture taken together. Tobias just smiled at Noah's sentimental streak, thankful that he had it.
Toward the later part of the afternoon, they took the Métro to the Trocadéro and walked from the Palais de Chaillot to the Seine, taking in the long view of the Eiffel Tower. It was a lovely walk, and Noah kept hold of Tobias' hand the whole way, probably enjoying being able to do so openly. After crossing the Pont d'Iéna they headed for the tower itself and waited in line with the rest of the tourists to climb up and get a view.
Tobias' timing had been deliberate. The view from the tower was best right before sunset, and they were not disappointed. The air was clear and the panoramic view was just what he'd remembered it to be. Noah took a few more pictures, but mostly he just leaned on the railings and stared. It took nightfall, and Noah's own growling stomach, to finally convince him that it was time to go.
Tobias had chosen a quiet restaurant, one that his local friends had taken him to years before, and they sat at a small table off in a corner. Though their combined understanding of French was barely above high school level, they wrestled with the menu and managed to place their orders without too much difficulty. Noah had even convinced him it was all right to sample a glass of French wine.
"I've never been anywhere so... old," Noah said after the waiter had left them. "So historic. It really makes you realize how young America is, you know?" He poured water from a bottle into his glass and took a drink. He'd been insistent from the moment they left home that they not drink the water. Apparently his sister had told him horror stories.
Nodding, Tobias sipped the wine and smiled. "It does. However, there are truly modern parts as well, though hidden away. Well, the ones I mean are hidden; not unlike our club, which attempts to look older than it is."
"And when will we be visiting these hidden away places?" Noah asked coyly. He lifted the napkin off their basket of bread and offered some to Tobias.
"After some shopping -- you have nothing suitable to wear, pet." Tobias smirked and tilted his head, considering the question. "A couple of days, I expect. I'll have to make some calls, get the necessary approval."
Noah raised an eyebrow over his water glass. "Nothing suitable to wear? My, my, I am intrigued. I can't wait."
"You'll have to," Tobias teased. "Because I won't even give a hint. Now, what would you like to do this evening? Any ideas, anything catch your eye in a brochure or something? I was thinking we'd try for an early morning, however, so keep that in mind."
Noah squinted at him but didn't say anything more about not getting a hint. "Well, sir, if you want an early morning, then maybe we should just take a nice walk near the hotel to digest, have a cafe au lait and turn in early. I want to thank you properly for showing me that beautiful view from the tower. I really hope my pictures come out."
Tobias hoped the pictures turned out, too, but he was far more interested in the view across from him. "And what would a proper thank you be?" he asked, leaning forward slightly.
"Something slow," Noah suggested, leaning forward a bit himself and grinning. "Something unhurried and hot and all about you. Something that involves, let's say, my tongue and your ass?"
Tobias raised an eyebrow for show, but he was fairly sure they both knew that the walk had just been curtailed to a brief stroll. His cock twitched and began to fill. "I see. I do believe you know me rather well," he said, his voice dropping a little. "A thank you that will benefit us both, if the current state of my interest is any indication."
Leaving without embarrassment would be an issue if he wasn't careful.
"That's good to hear." Noah winked, leaning back again. "I heard the hotel has a sauna, maybe we could check that out after. Oooh. Food." Noah moved his hands from the table so the waiter could set their plates down. "Smells so good. Doesn't look like what I ordered, though; I must have misinterpreted something. Oh, well! I'm sure it will be delicious." He laughed and grinned across the table. "Think you can eat?"
"Of course I can eat. I just can't walk." Tobias picked up the escargot fork and gestured with it. "Behave or you'll be getting your ass warmed before you..." He trailed off and smirked.
"Oh, and that would be such a shame. I'll be good, sir." Noah smirked right back and picked up his fork. After a bite he added, "Oh, it's some kind of fish. It's good."
"What were you expecting?" Tobias asked curiously. He lifted a morsel to his mouth and had to stifle a moan as the rich flavor exploded across his tongue. "Oh, my."
"I thought I'd ordered lamb. So much for my French. But this is..." Noah took another bite. "Perfect. Yummy. Want a bite?" Noah held his fork out to Tobias.
Tobias smiled and leaned forward to take the offered bit of fish. Noah didn't feed him at home, and Tobias found the entire thing oddly romantic and little amusing.
"Oh, it's good,"
he said, tasting the lemon and delicate seasonings. "It's trout." His smile widened. "Even better than the one we shared the first time we met."
Noah grinned and raised an eyebrow. "Just about six months ago now, wasn't it? I remember my first impression of you very well." He sat back and sipped his water, then set it on the table again. "I thought you were handsome, eccentric, and had a huge ego." He laughed. "Little did I know you'd earned the ego. I found that out that very evening, didn't I?"
Grinning, Tobias nodded. "You thought I was eccentric? I thought you needed to learn a fast lesson. And I thought you were in desperate need of grounding, and of being taken down a peg or two." His smile broadened and he reached for his wine glass again. "Just look at us now, pet."
"Indeed, look at us now," Noah said, raising his eyes to meet Tobias' for a brief moment. He smiled. "Look at us now." He cleared his throat, lowered his eyes again and tucked back into his dinner. "I still think you're eccentric, sir. You've brought me to Paris in the most pampered and indulgent manner possible, after all. In your case, I think a little eccentricity is a good thing."
"I'm not eccentric, but I am indulgent," Tobias said easily. He sipped the wine and set his glass down carefully. "You, however, just earned yourself a stroke of my crop -- when I can get a new one." He smiled to himself, mostly just enjoying the ease of conversation, but also anticipating both the flogging and the shopping trip that would precede it.
"Yes, sir," Noah acknowledged, but he didn't seem terribly repentant. "It seems like it's been longer than six months, doesn't it, sir? What a ride."
Considering that, Tobias continued to eat his beef dish, relieved that it was, indeed, beef. "It's been intense," he said. "Wonderful. You've really come a long way. We have, together." He glanced across the table and cocked his head to the side, wondering if they were about to start the dance of negotiations, if they should.
"You know, if you had told me six months ago that I'd be in that cage by my birthday, I'd have probably never signed on with you in the first place." Noah grinned. "But Bradford told me my trust would be well-placed with you, and he was right. He was absolutely right."