Discipline

by Chris Owen

  "He usually is," Tobias said dryly. "And we're usually happy with it." He set down his fork and pushed ahead with the topic frankly. "So, is there anything like that which would keep you from signing with me now? Any more cages lingering in your mind?"

  "Nothing, sir." Noah said immediately. "I'm sure you'll set aside some time to discuss this thoroughly, but as things stand, I have every intention of signing with you again if you'll have me. I'll be interested in hearing your thoughts and discussing them."

  Tobias relaxed slightly. "I'm pleased to hear that," he said softly. "I admit I'm looking forward to discussing the terms of our new contract, to setting out what we're hoping for." He picked up his fork again and began to eat, a warm feeling forming in his belly.

  Noah took the last bite of his fish and set his fork down. "I'm sure we'll come to an agreement easily, sir," he said almost absently as he picked up the dessert menu. "Oh, my God, chocolate."

  "Don't eat so much you make yourself sick," Tobias cautioned before he could stop himself. Quickly, he added, "And, yes, I'm sure we'll agree -- but I actually enjoy the process of talking it out."

  Noah raised an eyebrow and glanced over the top of the menu in Tobias' direction, but he was careful not to raise his eyes too high. "I think this thing is called a 'chocolate volcano.' I think you should split it with me, sir. It sounds gooey and messy."

  Tobias tried not to snort. Noah really liked gooey and messy. "No, thank you," he said. "I'm saving room for something else."

  Noah froze with a grin on his lips. "Oh?" He set the menu on the table. "Maybe I'll hold off on the sweets," he said coyly.

  "Up to you," Tobias said with a teasing smile. Walking was once more going to be a problem. "Don't let me stop you -- you can eat whatever you want." The last comment was delivered with as much sly innuendo as he could manage, given the setting. He would not intentionally get them in trouble or cause a scene -- but he'd certainly torture them both as much as he could.

  Noah coughed and sipped his water. "I think you were right, sir. I wouldn't want to overdo it, given that I have an evening nosh waiting for me at home." He set his water glass down on the table, licked his lips, and ran his finger lightly around the rim.

  "Oh, you tease!" Tobias laughed and finished his water, then reached for the bottle to pour more. "Just for that, I'm going to take my time with the rest of this and make you sit there. No talking, unless it's about something other than getting your tongue in my ass and my cock in yours."

  "Sir!" Noah gasped. He blushed and seemed caught between horror and laughter. He actually looked around as if to make sure no one had overheard.

  "English, pet. And even if they did understand, does it matter that they know we like to fuck?" He watched Noah's color carefully, trying not to laugh.

  Noah's lips twitched, and he hid behind his water glass and took a quick sip. "No, sir. I suppose it doesn't matter if they know that we fuck, what with this being the city of indulgence, but... well, I've been ordered to silence on the subject. Jesus, you could make a sailor blush."

  "Thank you," Tobias said happily. "I do try. Oh, and getting used to silence might be a good idea, boy."

  "As you wish, sir," Noah said and nodded slowly. He picked up his water glass and took another sip.

  Tobias shook his head. "Not for me, pet. I like talking to you. It's just that one of the places I want to take you requires that the submissives don't talk. At all."

  "Oh." Noah smiled. "Well, that sounds like a very deep evening for me. I look forward to it."

  "It should be fun," Tobias agreed. "For me, anyway. Some of the people who should be there I haven't seen in ten years, and it will be nice to show you off. They take a submissive's demeanor very seriously, though, so watch your eyes and your posture. I won't hesitate to correct you -- immediately, harshly, and publicly."

  Noah nodded. "I will do my very best to make you proud, sir, as always. Especially around people you haven't seen in so long."

  "Of course you will. I don't doubt it at all -- if I did, I wouldn't be taking you, and possibly wouldn't have brought you to Paris at all. I know what you are, Noah, and I know what you can do, how wonderful you can be. We've found your limits, yes?"

  Noah smiled and nodded. "Yes, sir. Thank you."

  "Which brings us back to thanks..." Tobias said with a grin. He raised a hand and signaled for the check. "Shall we race back to the hotel, or do you have your heart set on that stroll?"

  "What? You can walk?" Noah asked with a grin. He folded his napkin and placed it on the table.

  "I have better control now that I'm an old man," Tobias said dryly. "Can you? Or are you hard for me, pet? Is your cock full and heavy between your legs? Are your balls aching? Or are you sadly ready to simply stand up and wander out of here, which would, of course, crush my soul? No pressure."

  "What in the world was in that wine?" Noah laughed. "I'm hard, sir. Something about your cock in my ass got a rise out of me not long ago. I'd prefer a cab."

  "I suppose it would be terribly unfair of me to award you a stroke for that?"

  Noah blinked. "For being hard or for asking for a cab, sir?"

  "For talking about my cock in your ass, pet," Tobias said clearly as the waiter handed him the bill.

  "Oops," Noah touched a finger to his lips and grinned. "No, sir, you did tell me to be silent on the issue, didn't you?" He stood and held the back of Tobias' chair for him.

  "I did, but I also teased you," Tobias said with a smile as he stood up. He winked at the waiter, who very properly didn't even blink. "So I leave it to you -- was that worth a stroke?" He began to walk away from the table, slipping his credit card back into his wallet and trailing Noah along behind him.

  "Absolutely, yes." Noah followed him at heel.

  "You are so easy." Tobias grinned at him as they left the restaurant. "You really like having a warm ass, don't you?" Never mind that he liked warming it. He pointed down the street toward the corner where they could see a cab stand and started walking that way.

  "When I'm permitted to, yes, sir. Besides which, you enjoy it." Noah took a deep breath and exhaled in the cool night air.

  "I do," Tobias agreed. "I'd like to mark you, actually. Nice solid lines on your ass that will stay for more than a weekend." His prick throbbed at the thought.

  Noah peered in his direction around his shoulder. "Are you asking my permission, sir? Or just talking out loud?"

  "I'm not sure, really, so I suppose just talking. Saying that I want it. I don't mean whip marks that will bruise so badly they linger, I mean... stripes from a cane, maybe. Something that will be clear on your skin for almost a week, something that you'll feel for a time." The cab pulled up and Tobias stepped to the door, not looking at Noah to see his reaction. He preferred to hear Noah give his opinion in words this time.

  Noah reached around Tobias and opened the door for him, holding it while Tobias got in before sliding into the backseat beside him. He was silent as Tobias gave the driver their destination, and for several minutes thereafter. "I suppose then, sir," Noah said finally, his voice slipping into that low register of his. "I suppose it's a happy coincidence that you have me for a week, isn't it?"

  "Is it?" Tobias asked softly. "Do you think it's wise to go into a negotiation where we will be equals when you can feel the sting of my cane on you? It won't... be too much a hold on you?"

  "Hmm." Noah nodded thoughtfully. "I hadn't considered that." He was quiet again, and leaned on Tobias lightly, somewhat reminiscent of their contact in Affirmation. He sighed before speaking. "Perhaps if it were merely part of a session, and not something dealt as strokes in discipline?"

  Tobias ordered his own thoughts. "I think that if I were to do this, I would want it to be a claiming. My boy, my ass, my stripes. But that would bring us back to you feeling it for days, four at least. We'd have to time it well, to avoid you feeling claimed when we're talking about a new contract. It wouldn't be fair."

  "Perhaps." Noah nodded sl
owly. "But, sir, I told you I plan to sign with you again. There is no question that I am yours. I don't see being able to completely table that notion for a negotiation in any case."

  "And if I suggest rather substantial changes you won't be at all swayed by the feeling of stripes?"

  Noah glanced in his direction. "You have substantial changes in mind, sir?" Noah sounded surprised.

  "Oops."

  "Well." Noah sighed. "That could change things, then."

  Tobias sighed, cursing himself. "Nothing bad, pet. At least, I hope not." He took a breath. "You should think about it for a while, anyway, so I guess there's no harm in telling you now. I'm intending to ask you to move in with me." He didn't hold his breath, but it took a certain amount of concentration to keep his breathing regular.

  Noah turned his head in Tobias' direction again, studied Tobias' chest for a moment, and then looked back out the window. "Good to know."

  "Just... think about it," Tobias said, completely thrown for perhaps the first time since he'd met Noah. He had no idea what his reaction meant and found himself both amused and worried about it. He pushed the matter aside for the time being and watched the Paris streets slip by as they neared the hotel.

  As they pulled up at the front door he reached for his wallet again and counted out the euros to pay the driver. "Did you want to see if they have café au lait in the hotel lounge?" he asked.

  "No, I'd rather just go fuck, sir," Noah teased. "Unless you wanted to talk more...?"

  "Fucking is fine," Tobias assured him with a laugh.

  The cab driver, unlike the waiter, stared and looked mildly annoyed. Tobias added a generous tip and urged Noah into the hotel with a swat on his ass and a teasing glare.

  Noah made his way through the lavish marbled lobby to the elevators and hit the call button, staying close to Tobias' side. He got frisky in the elevator, pressing close and kissing Tobias hard until another couple got on.

  Tobias ignored the surprised look on the man's face and returned the woman's smile. She seemed to find it rather cute to have the elevator open and see two men making out. "He's a little excited to be on vacation," Tobias said in a confidential tone.

  To his surprise, the woman nodded and said, "Lucky you," with a sideways glance at the man with her, whose look turned embarrassed and then speculative, which made Tobias stifle a laugh.

  The elevator carried them quickly to their floor and they got off with cheerful wishes for a good night, and then Tobias hustled Noah down the hall with unseemly haste. "Inside, now," he growled, sliding his key card through its slot.

  Noah went right in and took off his jacket in the foyer of their suite. He turned to face Tobias and went right to his knees.

  "Good boy," Tobias praised, ruffling his hair as he walked past him. "Stay." He went through to bedroom and checked to make sure there was lube by the bed and that there were water bottles in the fridge, and then he went back to Noah, taking off his dinner jacket on the way.

  "Now," he said as he tossed his jacket over the back of a chair. "There was mention of giving thanks." He undid his shirt cuffs and loosened his tie.

  "Yes, sir. Would you prefer I take orders or take initiative?" Noah's voice was low, but his words were playful.

  "It's your thank you, I think you should give it however you want," Tobias said, his voice getting thicker. "Which is not to say that you should discount any... suggestions I may have."

  "All right." Noah stood and moved quickly to Tobias. His fingers curled tightly in the fabric of Tobias' shirt and he tugged Tobias down into another kiss.

  Tobias fell into the kiss, pulling Noah tight to him and holding him in place with one hand on Noah's ass. His cock was filling nicely, but the erection Noah was rubbing on him felt like he was getting close already.

  "Do you have a ring on?" Tobias asked as he shifted his hand to stroke Noah through his pants.

  Noah groaned. "Yours, sir, of course."

  "I mean one that will keep you from coming, not just look pretty on you." Tobias undid Noah's button and zipper and tugged his trousers down.

  "Not at the moment, no, sir," Noah answered, his fingers working Tobias' shirt off of his shoulders. "There's one in my suitcase." He pushed his hips into Tobias' fingers.

  "Never mind," Tobias said. "I'll take care of it." He picked Noah up and carried him to the couch, tossing him down none too gently, then crouched beside him and stroked his cock again. Before Noah could do anything more than gasp, Tobias bent low and licked Noah's cock, tracing around the swollen head with the tip of his tongue.

  "Wait... this was supposed to be my... thank you... oh, shit," Noah shivered and let his legs fall open.

  "It will be," Tobias said, lifting his head for only as long as it took to explain. "And soon, I suspect. At the moment, I'm just taking care of your little urgency problem. You'll get it back up, I assume?" He dipped his head again, sucked Noah's prick into his mouth, and began to bathe it with his tongue.

  "Sure, sure, okay," Noah panted. He threw one arm around the back of the couch and lifted his hips slightly, letting his head fall back. "Oh, my fucking God."

  "Uh-huh." Tobias would have grinned, but he was too busy sucking Noah's dick to bother. He played with Noah's balls and traced the steel cock ring, his head bobbing as he worked with Noah's thrusts.

  Tobias could sense all the things Noah wanted to do. He wanted to thrust with his hips, he wanted to tug on Tobias' hair, but instead he remained as polite as possible apart from the swearing. He groaned and panted and shuddered. Tobias was unsurprised to find Noah hovering on the edge of his climax just moments after he'd begun.

  "Oh, God. Yes, yes." Noah babbled and whimpered until Tobias tasted the first drops of Noah's come on his tongue. "Yes!"

  Tobias moaned around Noah's cock, sucking hard. He felt him swell further and knew Noah was about to come, so he slid his fingers over Noah's balls again and back a little farther to tease at his boy's hole.

  "Oh, fuck!" Noah went tense and still, gulping air as he came, Tobias swallowing around him. Noah's fingers rested on Tobias' head, tangling and untangling in his hair until he was spent. "Oh. Jesus. Thank you, sir."

  Tobias wiped at the corner of his mouth and grinned. "You're welcome," he said, standing up. "My turn." He walked toward the bedroom and yelled back, "Bring water, when you can walk."

  Tobias stripped quickly, then sprawled on the bed. Noah still looked flushed as he came into the bedroom, his cock hung thick and half-hard against his body, and he was grinning as he set the bottles of water down on the table beside the bed.

  "Your turn, sir," Noah teased, climbing slowly onto the bed with Tobias. His mouth went to work right away, moving over Tobias' shoulder to his chest and settling to nibble and lick and tease a nipple.

  Tobias bit back a groan -- he wasn't as easy as all that. Really. Also and further, he had not been hard for this from the moment Noah mentioned it. Nope. He was a man of the world, utterly in charge, and not one for begging. "Pet," he growled, a hint of warning in his voice that he sincerely hoped Noah would interpret as "hurry the hell up."

  "Master," Noah answered softly. He slid warm fingers around Tobias' cock and gave it a tug. "Mmm. You want me," he observed in that husky bedroom voice. His fingers moved on to fondle Tobias' balls and then slid even farther back to stroke over his hole. "Roll over, sir." There was no question that was a heated order and not a request. "Roll over," Noah said again, darkly, using one knee to encourage him.

  Tobias rolled, his legs spreading wantonly as he lifted himself onto his knees. A tremor ran up his spine as Noah's hands moved over his ass. "Oh, God," he groaned, his head hanging between his arms. His legs shook and his hips rolled.

  "You have such a hot ass," Noah hissed behind him. He gave both cheeks a squeeze and then pulled them apart with his fingers. He dove in teeth first, nipping and biting inches from the target, teasing Tobias even further. His tongue moved unpredictably, first here then there, until it finally found the
sensitive skin around Tobias' opening.

  Noah licked around it in a circle, flicked at the tight ring of muscle with the tip of his tongue, and then started to work him, alternately shoving his tongue part way in and feasting on the puckered skin around the outside.

  Tobias made a noise that sounded partly like a gurgle and mostly like a whimper. "God," he said again, shoving himself back. "Oh, God, yes." His cock was rigid, and every nerve ending he had felt like it was on fire. He was sure he could feel every loop and whorl of Noah's fingerprints as keenly as the breath on his ass. He shuddered again, trying to hang on and enjoy it before he inevitably gave in and started to beg.

  As Tobias felt his body wanting, relaxing into the welcome intrusion, Noah's tongue pushed in even farther. He thrust it in and out with the relentless effort of someone that was really enjoying what he was doing.

  "More, sir?" Noah asked, his fingers massaging gently. He was panting a bit himself. "Anything you want. You want more of this? You want me, yet? You want my ass?"

  "More," Tobias ground out. "God, more. Please?" Part of him hated asking and part of him loved it, got off on it. It wasn't something he ever longed to do, but begging for Noah's tongue, his mouth and fingers, was almost a release in and of itself. He took a shuddering breath. "More, pet. Now, please -- just... more."

  Noah groaned. He obliged, giving Tobias more, and harder and faster to go along with it. He made enthusiastic grunting sounds as he tasted Tobias again and again. Noah's fingers brushed roughly over Tobias' balls, stroked down his cock, and then disappeared again to dig into his hip.

  "Yes!" Tobias yelled. He fell forward, his ass high as his arms gave out. He reached for the headboard and braced himself, shoving back as his legs shook and spread and he tried to get more sensation. His cock was leaking a steady stream onto the bed, and his balls were almost tingling. "More," he panted. "Noah, please!"

  With a growl, Noah tightened his fingers around Tobias' balls and squeezed and then moved to his cock. Noah stroked him fast and his teeth sunk hard into the flesh of Tobias' ass.