Fic: Two Masters - 11/22

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Two Masters
By Xanthe
Part Eleven

Tony's breathing quickened – he could *feel* Gibbs's gaze on him, and he quivered in anticipation. Gibbs had slowly taken him further and further into his own submissive headspace, and now his body was humming. He was naked and blindfolded, his legs spread open and his asshole exposed, and all he could think about was taking Gibbs's big cock into his body and being fucked. It was all he wanted. His entire existence seemed to have narrowed down to this one point in time.

He heard Gibbs move towards him and held his breath, waiting to feel his dom's hands on his buttocks, expecting Gibbs to wrench them apart and sink himself straight in – but he didn't. Gibbs stopped beside the bed.

"Turn over," he ordered.

Tony didn't whimper or protest – he was too deep in his sub space for that. He just did as he was told and turned onto his back. His cock was still rock hard and had been for most of the evening.

He felt Gibbs pull the pillows out, and then he rearranged them under Tony's shoulders. He felt the mattress give and then felt Gibbs straddling him again.

Strong hands touched the side of his face. "Removing the blindfold," Gibbs told him, in a low, gruff voice. "So you can see what's gonna fuck you."

Tony sat up eagerly. He'd wanted to see Gibbs's monster cock ever since he'd first taken it in his mouth. It felt large, and he'd imagined that it was dark, pulsing and meaty, but he longed to see it for himself.

The blindfold was unbuckled, then removed, and Tony opened his eyes to see Gibbs throwing it onto the floor.

"Eyes up here," Gibbs ordered, gesturing to his face.

Tony met his dom's gaze - and then did a double take: Gibbs didn't look anything like he did at work every day. There was something terrifyingly in the moment about him. He was never the kind of guy who would take any shit from anyone, but right now he was at his most dangerous. His every movement was tautly controlled, full of pent-up sexual energy. His blue eyes were steely and more focussed than Tony had ever seen them – and all that control, sexual energy and focus were directed straight at Tony.

Gibbs was completely naked – Tony didn’t dare allow his gaze to drop too low, but what he could see of his dom’s chest was pretty damn good. Gibbs had a strong pair of shoulders, and his chest was covered in fine silver grey curls of hair. His upper arms were toned rather than solidly muscled, but Tony knew that was deceptive; Gibbs felt like he was built of pure steel, and he was the strongest guy Tony knew.

Gibbs pushed Tony back into the pillows and then loomed over him. He put his hands on the wall behind Tony, capturing him within the prison of his arms. Tony gazed up at him, spellbound. Gibbs angled his head down and kissed Tony on the lips. Tony felt like some kind of helpless animal being nuzzled by a vicious wolf prior to being eaten.

Tony surrendered to being kissed until he was boneless and breathless. He was deeply aware of Gibbs's naked body pressed against his own and of Gibbs's erection digging into his belly.

Gibbs drew back. "Give me your hand."

Tony had no idea what was going to happen next, but he obeyed immediately, without question, still keeping his gaze locked on his dom's face.

Gibbs reached for something on the night stand. He took hold of Tony's wrist, turned his palm face up, and squeezed something wet and slippery onto his hand. Then he placed Tony's lube-covered hand on his hard cock.

"Get me ready for you," he ordered.

Tony didn't need any further prompting. He moved his hand up and down that thick, hard shaft, relishing the feel of smooth skin stretched tight over what felt like pure iron.

Gibbs grinned down on him as he worked, their gazes still locked. Tony didn't dare look away, even for a second. He moved his hand rhythmically, using the knowledge of what he liked doing to himself to make it as good as possible for Gibbs. It seemed to be working – a little vein started thrumming in Gibbs's forehead, and his breathing was coming faster and harder.
Tony grinned back at him, enjoying the connection, and Gibbs laughed and leaned in for another kiss.

When he drew back, he pulled out of Tony's hand.

"Good boy. You've done well tonight, Tony. You ready to be fucked now?"

"Yes, Boss." Tony barely breathed the words.

Gibbs rose up on his knees in front of him, and Tony got his first sight of his dom's cock. It wasn't how he'd expected – he'd expected it to be a blunt instrument maybe, meaty but not especially pretty – but he was surprised. Like Gibbs's artistic, creative hands, his cock seemed at odds with the character of the man. It was long and thick – Tony had been right about that – but it was also surprisingly beautiful. It jutted out, vigorous and strong, from the wiry hair at Gibbs’s groin. It was cut, very smooth, and it had an almost elegant curve to it. None of that took away from its promise of raw power.

"Take a good look," Gibbs told him. "Keeping it happy is pretty much in your job description from now on, DiNozzo."

"Yes, Boss." Tony couldn't do anything other than grin at that. “Sounds like my kind of job description!”

Gibbs didn’t give him even a glimmer of a smile in return; the look on his face was intent and predatory. “I want you on your back when I fuck you, 'cause I want to see the expression in your eyes when it goes in. I want to see the surrender, Tony, so don't hold back."

"No, Boss." Tony didn't think he could if he tried.

"Other times, I'll put you against the wall, or over the back of the couch, or the kitchen table, or on your hands and knees, and take you from behind – but first time, I want to see you."

Gibbs slid down the bed, and Tony forced himself to lie back and relax against the piled pillows.

"Remember – you can come any time you like while I'm in you – but don't leave it too long because once I'm done, it's too late," Gibbs warned him.

Tony nodded. Thank God! It had been a very long week, and Tony hadn't gone this long without either jerking off or having sex since he was a teenager.

Gibbs positioned himself between Tony's open legs and placed his hands under Tony's buttocks. Then he pulled them apart, stretching Tony impossibly wide. Finally, he nudged his hard cock against Tony's hole. Tony tensed in anticipation.

"Stop that," Gibbs ordered, tapping his hip.

"Yes, Boss," Tony said immediately.

Gibbs took Tony's hard cock in his hand and played with it gently, and eventually Tony calmed down and relaxed again. That was when Gibbs moved – pushing forwards without warning, thrusting his cock into the tight ring of muscle in Tony's ass. Tony gave a startled shout, taken by surprise, but by then it was too late and the tip of his dom's cock was already lodged inside him. It felt completely different to the butt plug – it was thicker for a start - but also it felt much nicer. It was warm, pulsing skin, instead of cool, impersonal rubber.

Tony took a few deep breaths. It felt like he was being split in two, but he didn't dislike the sensation. It was hard to take, but it was also strangely satisfying. He realised Gibbs was looking down at him, one eyebrow quirked, watching his reaction intently. Tony relaxed back into the pillows.

"More please, Boss," he said softly. "I'm yours – fuck me."

Gibbs didn't need any more encouragement. He reached out, took one of Tony's hands in his own, and pushed it back up the bed. As he did so he surged forward, pushing his stiff, thick cock deep into Tony's body, burying himself in him up to the hilt. Tony’s eyes watered, and he tried to twist, to push Gibbs off him. It all felt too much – he couldn’t take it.

"Please…oh God…please…"

That massive cock was filling him completely, stretching him more than he thought he could stand, and Gibbs was now lying on top of him, one hand still twined in Tony's, pushing it into the pillows. Gibbs's blue eyes were close now – pinning him down with their intensity.

"Take it…ssh, relax…just take it," Gibbs murmured, squeezing Tony’s hand reassuringly. Tony tried, but it was so hard. He could feel the sweat trickling into his eyes and blinked it away.

"So big…fuck…" Tony shifted his hips, and felt Gibbs's weight settling on him more comfortably. He breathed in, surprised to find the sensation becoming more bearable with each passing second.

“You’ll get used to it,” Gibbs told him, lying on him, unmoving, while Tony tried to adjust to the weight and feel of him.

Gibbs lay there for a long time, until gradually Tony became accustomed to the sensation of having that massive cock lodged deep inside his ass. Tony was sure that he could actually feel it pulsing inside him – he'd had no idea it would be this intense.

As he lay there, Gibbs leaned in and kissed him again, and Tony opened up eagerly. He wasn't sure he could handle Gibbs and his monster cock, but he wanted to. The kiss helped – it was reassuring and calming.

Then Gibbs drew back, and Tony began whimpering in anticipation.

“No…please…don’t move…” he begged, but Gibbs ignored him. He inched his hips back and then slowly, smoothly, slid them forward again.

It was an unbelievable sensation. Tony’s hole was burning from the intrusion, but he was aware of a little tingling of pleasure too. Gibbs moved again, riding him with long, effortless, carefully timed thrusts that made Tony envy the man's control.

"Christ…you feel so damn good," Gibbs hissed, looking down on him. "I'm gonna dream about doing this when we're sitting at work next week – I'm gonna fantasise about riding this hot, tight, sweet ass."

Tony glowed with pleasure. It still hurt, having something this big in him, but that little tingle of pleasure was spiking more frequently now, sparking into life with every deep, inward thrust.

Gibbs was still going slowly, moving his hips with precision, holding Tony pinned down beneath him as he rode him.

"More, Tony," Gibbs told him. "I want to go faster and harder, and you need to open up more to make that easy."

"I can't give you any more than this!" Tony replied hoarsely. “You've got me stretched as wide as I go!”

Gibbs glared at him. "No – you’re still holding back. Surrender to me, Tony," he demanded, with another smooth thrust of his hips. "Cause I'm only playing at the moment – in a minute it's gonna get serious. I want to ride you into this mattress so submit. Let it happen."

Tony gazed up at him blankly. He had no idea what more Gibbs wanted from him. He tried to relax, willing all the muscles in his body to loosen. He was transfixed by the sight of Gibbs moving above him, by the veins standing out on either side of his neck, the sweat on his forehead, and, most of all, by the intensity in those blue eyes as they demanded his surrender.

He was hit by the sudden realisation that they were here, doing this. After eight years of playing around at being dominant and submissive at work, now they were really living it. He'd been tied, teased, and tormented all evening, and now his dom was asking that he take the final step, and give in completely.

Tony allowed himself to relax back in the pillows. He was Gibbs's sub. His dom wanted to ride him hard and fast, and Tony had to surrender. Whenever Gibbs demanded his best at work, Tony always gave it to him. This was no different.

He felt his body suddenly release, and he knew then that he *had* been holding back, trying to keep some control in all this, and that just wasn't possible with a dom like Gibbs. Gibbs sensed the change immediately, and his face split into a grin.

"That's it, Tony – more, more, give it up to me – give it all up…"

Tony felt something click into place his head. He was the submissive – all he had to do was *submit* - and allow Gibbs his rightful place in his life – and in his body. Then, suddenly, it was so easy. Gibbs moved up a gear, pushing into him harder and faster, and Tony's body somehow stretched to accommodate the force of his dom's thrusts.

Gibbs's eyes glowed. "Submit…that's it…that's good…you’re mine now, Tony. Mine," he insisted fiercely as he rode Tony hard. He didn't hold back, either – he still exhibited that same degree of control, but now it was as targeted as a missile. He was Tony's dom, and he was claiming his submissive for the first time.

Tony was no longer capable of coherent thought – he was just sensation, mesmerised by the fierce look of ownership in Gibbs's blue eyes. He belonged to Gibbs – body and soul. He was owned by this man riding him so hard – and it felt amazing. Stars exploded in his head, and he looked up at Gibbs in astonishment.

"Good?" Gibbs looked amused.

"Fantastic," Tony breathed. Gibbs angled in hard again and another wave of fireworks went off inside Tony's body, sending sparks of pleasure flying up his nerve endings. "Oh my God!" he yelled.

"Anything you want to do before I'm done?" Gibbs asked. Tony stared at him - what did he mean? “Hell, you’re out of it. I'll make it simple for you.”

Gibbs wrapped his hand around Tony’s hard cock which pulsed immediately into life. Gibbs fisted Tony's cock in time to his own deep inward thrusts, making Tony gasp as the friction took him over the edge. Next thing he knew he was coming - and coming and coming and coming - in one burst after another.

Gibbs didn't stop – he took Tony's orgasm in his stride and continued riding him long after Tony had finished recovering from his first wave of pleasure. Tony lay there, watching his dom fucking him. He felt hazy and disconnected. He could see droplets of sweat running down Gibb's neck and gazed at them as if from a great distance, fascinated. Several mini-shockwaves of intense pleasure followed on from his orgasm; Tony lay there and enjoyed every single one of them while Gibbs continued to thrust into him, harder and faster than ever now.

Then Gibbs gave a mighty growl and his body convulsed as he shot his load deep inside Tony's ass. He slowed, sweat beading his brow and lacing the little curls of hair on his chest, making them glitter in the candlelight.

He hung there, breathing heavily, gazing down on Tony with a brooding, inscrutable look. Tony gazed up at him, transfixed. Then Gibbs moved his head and captured Tony's mouth in a deep kiss of victory. Tony offered up everything in that kiss, surrendering completely to his dom's will. Gibbs had conquered him and made him his own, and now he was enjoying his moment of triumph. Gibbs kissed him for a long time; forceful, dominant, and yet strangely tender.

Then, at last, he drew back. He pulled slowly out of Tony's body, and Tony gave a gasp of combined discomfort and loss. He could feel Gibbs's come seeping out of his now stretched hole as he lay there, legs still wide open, feeling totally and comprehensively fucked.

Gibbs was gone for awhile. He returned with a wash cloth, and next thing Tony knew he was being cleaned up. The dried come on his chest, the fresh come in his ass and on his thighs, the remains of the candle wax, the sweat…Gibbs wiped them all off his skin, smoothly and efficiently. Tony must have zoned out again because next thing he knew, Gibbs was nudging him.

“How d’you feel?”

“Mmmmm,” Tony replied.

“Sore?” Gibbs asked.

Tony tried to think about it. His ass felt like a battering ram had been stuck up it, but his entire body was thrumming with wellbeing. He did feel sore, but he also felt a happiness that went soul deep.

“Yeah.” He smiled up at Gibbs. “Sore. But great. You fucked me, Boss!”

Gibbs laughed out loud. “Oh yeah, Tony. I fucked you good.”

“Earth move for you too?” Tony yawned.

“Hell yeah!” Tony closed his eyes, still smiling. Gibbs nudged him again. "You have a choice to make, Tony.”

"Wha…?" Tony gazed at him blearily.

"You can sleep in my bed, or you can sleep on the mattress on the floor."

"Bed please," Tony muttered, moving over to give Gibbs room to get in beside him. That one had been a no-brainer.

Gibbs chuckled. "Not so fast. There are conditions."

"Mmmm?" Tony blinked at him.

Gibbs took his head between his hands, making him concentrate. "You can sleep in my bed whenever you want, but when you do, you sleep in bondage."

Tony frowned, wondering what he meant. Gibbs picked up a length of chain, fastened it to the collar around Tony's neck, and then to the bedpost. Then he clipped Tony's wrist cuffs together and attached them to the bedpost by the chain as well. It was loose and fairly comfortable, but Tony could see he wouldn't have much freedom to move. His hands were tied together and the short length of the chain meant he pretty much had to lie on his side and keep them resting on the pillow.

"I won't lock you in – if you need to go to the bathroom, or if there's an emergency, you can just unclip them," Gibbs said, demonstrating. "But if you sleep in my bed then you sleep in chains. I won't chain your legs – might want to push them apart in the night and fuck you."

Gibbs grinned, and Tony grinned back at him tiredly. “Fuck me,” he repeated stupidly. "Sounds good.” He felt his eyes closing again, and then he snapped them open in surprise as Gibbs tapped the top of his head – hard.

"You listening to me?" Gibbs demanded. "I'm not just talking about tonight – any time you want to sleep in my bed then you're in bondage. Got it?"

"Got it, Boss." Tony nodded lazily, yawning again.

"Still want to sleep in my bed tonight?"

Tony looked at him as if he was insane. "Hell yes!"

Gibbs rolled his eyes, but there was a little grin tugging at the corners of his mouth all the same. "Just so we're clear."

He got into the bed beside Tony and pulled the sheets over them both. Tony was facing away from him, and he couldn’t move into any other position in his bondage – there wasn't enough give in the chains. A second later he felt Gibbs slide up close behind him – so close that he could feel Gibbs’s cock nestling against his butt cheeks. Gibbs’s hand came to rest, protectively, on his hip, and he could feel Gibbs’s chin on his shoulder and the warmth of Gibbs’s breath on the back of his neck. Gibbs kissed him there, and Tony smiled happily and snuggled back against his dom.

“Think I love you, Boss,” he said sleepily.

There was silence behind him, and he realised that this was the first time he’d used the word ‘love’. He could have kicked himself. It was way too soon to start talking this way. He knew how much he always hated it when some girl he’d only slept with a couple of times began telling him how much she loved him. Christ, why had it been so hard for him to say it to Jeanne, when it slipped out so easy with Gibbs? He tensed, waiting for Gibbs to move away.

Gibbs didn’t move away though. Instead, he slid his hand down to rest on Tony’s belly and pulled him back tight against his own body. Then he opened up Tony’s butt cheeks and just rested his soft cock between them. It felt so good. So close. Not that Tony could have pulled away if he’d wanted to – but he didn’t want to.

“Sorry, Boss. Shouldn’t have got sappy with you there,” he said.

He felt a slap on the back of his head. “Never say you’re sorry,” Gibbs reminded him.

Tony gave a half grin. “Yeah. Sign of weakness. I know. Letting you tie me up and fuck me isn’t though?” he asked uncertainly

“You kidding? Not many people could take what I threw at you tonight, Tony. That makes you strong, not weak,” Gibbs told him firmly. That made Tony smile some more.

“Okay. Wasn’t sure what it made me – letting you do all that stuff to me and enjoying it so much.” Tony yawned again, feeling beyond exhausted.

Gibbs’s hand tightened against his belly.

“I’ll tell you what it makes you,” he said, straight into Tony’s ear, in a low, fierce voice. Tony hovered on the brink of sleep. “It makes you mine, Tony. My collared, fucked sub. No going back now. You’re all mine.”

~*~

Gibbs's internal body clock woke him at 6 a.m. as usual. He was aware of a sense of completion and wellbeing that he hadn't felt in years. He was holding a warm body in his arms – the warm body of his 24/7 sub. He felt an immediate surge of pleasure. It had been a tough week, but somehow they'd managed to jump over all the hurdles to end up here, like this.

Gibbs gently disengaged himself from Tony's body and went into the en suite bathroom to piss. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and stopped, surprised. He never usually paid much attention to his reflection, but on this occasion he couldn't help but notice how different he looked. He gazed at himself for a long while, trying to pin down what it was – and then he realised: He looked happy. He was relaxed – the tension of eighteen years of loneliness had disappeared from the set of his shoulders and the lines around his eyes.

He relieved himself and then returned to the bedroom. Daylight was flooding in around the edges of the drapes, and he paused by the bed to look at the man lying there. Tony was resting on his side. His hair was a mess, sticking up in a mass of endearingly tousled points. His hands were resting on the pillow – there wasn't anywhere else they could go, as they were tied together and chained to the bedpost. There was a soft black collar wrapped around his throat – and that, also, was attached to the bedpost. Gibbs felt his cock harden immediately. Tony was his. He was wearing his collar, bound in his chains, and he was lying naked in his bed – and it was such a damn turn on.

Gibbs had always known he wanted a 24/7 sub – Jenny and Stan had just been a taste of the lifestyle, but he hadn't had a 24/7 relationship with either of them. As a result, he'd never felt that he truly owned either of them. Tony was the real deal.

Gibbs got back into the bed and picked up the tube of lubricant on the nightstand. He squeezed some onto his finger and then slid back into position behind Tony again. He moved his sub's leg forward, exposing his asshole, and then gently slid his finger inside. Tony was still quite loose after being so well stretched a few hours before. He also clearly had the ability to sleep like the dead as well because he didn't wake up as Gibbs fingered him.

Gibbs removed his finger and pushed back the sheets so he could take a good look at Tony's hole. It was a little red, but there was no tearing – he'd prepped his sub too well for that. Gibbs decided that his sub might as well get used to the kind of wake-up call he'd be experiencing from now on.

Gibbs smoothed some lubricant onto his hard cock and then moved in close behind Tony again. He gently spread his sub's butt cheeks and snubbed his cock against his entrance. Still Tony slept on. Gibbs wondered what it would take to wake him.

"Guess we're about to find out," he murmured, resting one hand on Tony's hip and pulling him back at the same time as thrusting forwards. Tony came to with a bleary "whaaa?" as Gibbs breached the muscle in his ass and surged forward in one smooth, easy motion, until he was buried balls-deep in his sub's hole.

"Morning, Tony." Gibbs rested his chin on Tony's shoulder.

"That's - oh Christ…you're in me,” Tony whimpered. He moved his hands and the chains rattled.

"Trying to get away from me?" Gibbs grinned. "Won't be easy – you're tied to the bed."

"No…just…that's one hell of a wake up call, Boss!"

"Get used to it. I prefer it to the alarm clock," Gibbs said, bestowing a little kiss on Tony's shoulder. Then he sucked on the skin, before sinking his teeth in - just hard enough to leave a mark. Tony made a little mewling sound in the back of his throat. "My sub have a problem with his dom's attention?" Gibbs asked.

"No, Boss. Always pretty much lived for your attention."

Gibbs grinned – that was definitely the truth. "Well, you've got it. Hope it's not a case of be careful what you wish for." He moved his hand down to Tony's groin to find that his sub was already half hard. "Remember the rules," Gibbs said. He could almost hear the cogs whirring in Tony's sleepy brain.

"Uh…obey you instantly? Don't let anyone touch me but you?" Tony hazarded. Gibbs rolled his eyes and moved his hand up to snag one of Tony's nipples. Tony gave a little yelp.

"You can come when I'm in you – and not any other time. And right now, I'm in you – in case you hadn't noticed."

"On it, Boss!" Tony said, sounding suddenly very cheerful. Then: "Uh…Boss?"

"DiNozzo?"

"Don't suppose you'd consider untying my hands, so I can jerk off?"

Gibbs laughed. "Nope. I'm gonna go nice and slow though. See if you can get off without any help from my hand or yours."

"Boss!" Tony protested. "Haven't been able to do that since I was eighteen and came in my pants watching Marion Bailey roller skating in an itty bitty pair of tight shorts and a bikini top!"

"Then you'll have to hold it until I fuck you again," Gibbs said reasonably.

"Supposing you have my hands tied then too?"

"Then you'll have to learn how to come without anyone touching your dick, DiNozzo!"

"But, Boss!" Tony whined.

"Tony – you're my sub. Count yourself damn lucky if I let you come at all," Gibbs told him firmly.

Tony groaned and thumped his head dramatically on the pillow.

"Aw – poor sub." Gibbs grinned. Really, playing with Tony was far too much fun.

He decided that it was time to have even more fun. He grasped Tony's hip hard and began thrusting into him. He went slowly, the way he'd promised. Tony's hole was so beautifully warm and tight around his hard cock, and it milked him so perfectly, but it was early, and he wanted to take his time. Last night had been so intense and passionate, and Tony had surrendered so sweetly that first time. This morning it was necessary to reinforce the lesson – Tony was his sub, and Gibbs would demand his surrender every time he fucked him, not just the first time.

He could feel Tony trying to rub his cock against the mattress to gain some friction, and he kept his thrusts slow and leisurely – he wanted to give Tony every chance to come if he could.

Tony was panting now, making desperate movements with his hips, but Gibbs thought he'd given him enough time. He loved the sweaty scent of Tony as he rode him and the feel of all that smooth, solid flesh against his body. He loved the sound his balls made as they slapped against Tony's ass, and the way Tony quivered and mewled as he gathered pace, riding him hard. He came with a growl – and heard Tony give a little whine.

"You done? Please say you're not done!" Tony panted.

"I'm done." Gibbs kissed the back of his sub's neck, just above the collar. Then he withdrew and got out of the bed.

He went around to Tony's side of the bed and unclipped his cuffs from each other and removed them, leaving the cuffs hanging from the chains attached to the bedpost. Then he unclipped Tony's collar, freeing him.

Tony turned onto his back and lay there, moaning softly, his hard cock sticking straight up from his body in a way that was almost comical.

"Please, Boss!" Tony begged. "Please let me just…" He moved his hand down towards his cock, but Gibbs intercepted it.

"You know the rules, Tony. Your body belongs to me now. Don't worry though…" He gave another feral grin. "Somehow I doubt I'll be able to keep away from that sweet ass of yours now I've had a taste of it. So you'll get another shot at coming pretty damn soon."

Tony looked up at him pathetically, and Gibbs roared with laughter.

Tony's eyes narrowed in annoyance. "You sure about that?" he asked. "I mean, do you have the stamina, Boss? You're not as young as well, me – you think you'll be able to get it up again any time s…"

Gibbs didn't give him a chance to finish that sentence. He reached out, grabbed Tony's arm, flipped him onto his belly, and bestowed several hard spanks on his ass. Tony wriggled under his hand – which Gibbs found entirely too enjoyable. He spanked him for a few seconds before releasing him. Tony rolled over and gazed at him with sparkling eyes, looking energised by the impromptu spanking.

"So…taunting you about your sexual prowess – should I add that to the rules?"

"Nope." Gibbs shook his head, grinning at his sub. "I don't mind you doing it – but you might wanna bear in mind the likely consequences if you do."

"Got it, Boss!" Tony grinned back at him.

"C'mon, DiNozzo. Get in the shower. I want to examine you properly."

"Examine me?" Tony rolled off the bed and then gave a theatrical wince. "Wow…everything's sore."

"Yeah, well, last night was pretty intense. That's why I want to examine you – see what you're fit for today."

"I'm fit for anything you want to do to me, Gibbs."

"We'll see." Gibbs pushed him into the en-suite and then reached up to remove his collar.

Tony put his hands on Gibbs's wrists, stopping him. "You're taking it off?" he asked anxiously.

"So it doesn't get wet in the shower, Tony," Gibbs explained. "No other reason."

"Oh. Right." Tony released a deep breath. "Okay then. You're gonna put it back on again after, right?"

Gibbs nodded. "Yes, Tony – you'll be wearing it all weekend. And nothing else."

"Nothing else?" Tony raised an intrigued eyebrow.

"Nope. We won't be going out. We won't be doing anything – except more training and a hell of a lot more fucking." Gibbs patted Tony's cheek affectionately. "Gonna bend you over every available surface and fuck you every which way, Tony. Unless you think I'm too old to get it up more than once a day?" He raised a challenging eyebrow.

"No, Boss!" Tony said promptly. "Your cock is not only super-sized, it's also supersonic and has superhuman powers of recovery. I think on some level I've always known this," he mused.

Gibbs rolled his eyes and pointed at the shower. "Idiot. Get in."

"Yes, Boss." Tony hopped into the shower, and Gibbs followed him. It was a big shower – certainly big enough for two tall, broad-shouldered men. "So what's your secret?" Tony asked curiously as Gibbs got in behind him. Gibbs frowned, wondering what the hell his smart-mouthed sub was babbling on about now. "Is it Viagra?" Tony continued. "'Cause I'm just saying, there's nothing to be ashamed of if it is…"

He didn't get a chance to finish that sentence, either, as Gibbs swung him against the wall and delivered a few more hard spanks to his still glowing ass cheeks.

"Not Viagra then," Tony said when Gibbs had finished. He glanced over his shoulder at Gibbs and gave him a cheeky grin, and it was then that it hit Gibbs.

"Christ, I think we've found a way of doing it."

"Doing what?"

"Making you cheerful first thing in the morning. Usually you're so damn moody. I'm gonna have to fuck you awake as often as possible if it means we avoid your surly grunts and tantrums first thing."

Tony laughed. "Now, you talk about fucking me awake like it's a *bad* thing, but you and me both know it isn't…whoa!"

His fingers scrabbled against the tiled wall as Gibbs opened his warm, glowing buttocks and crouched down to get a good look at the interior. He'd been right earlier – Tony definitely wasn't torn, although he was probably a little sore.

"How does this feel?" he asked, sliding his finger into Tony's hole. Tony's breathing hitched.

"It's fine, Boss."

Gibbs withdrew his finger and slapped his butt. "No it isn't. It's sore. Has to be, because I didn't go easy on you last night - or this morning."

Tony sighed. "It is kinda sore, yeah," he admitted.

"Gonna have to be honest with me, Tony, or I might end up hurting you without realising it."

"Yes, Boss." Tony nodded. "Wasn't really lying though - when you're in me it feels so good that the soreness goes away. Christ – all these years I had no idea how good that would feel. If more men knew, they'd go gay overnight."

Gibbs turned on the shower and directed the warm flow of water onto Tony's hole. Tony relaxed against the wall, sighing happily. Gibbs reached for the soap and gently cleaned Tony out, and then he bent down again and inserted his tongue into the puckered opening. Tony gasped and mewled.

"Can I come if your tongue's in me?" he panted. "I mean, you said I could come when you're in me and that's almost the same thing - right?"

"Wrong."

Gibbs continued his work, ignoring Tony's sigh of disappointment. He rimmed his sub happily, enjoying the warm flow of water that was caressing them both. When he'd finished, he got out of the shower briefly and retrieved some medicated cream from the bathroom cupboard. He returned to the shower and gently applied the cream to Tony's hole.

"This will take care of the soreness – just give it a couple of hours," he said soothing it in.

When he was done, he examined Tony's body, inch by inch. He spent a long time on the task, enjoying handling his sub's fine body.

He ran his hands over Tony's back, which was smooth and unmarked, the stripes from last weekend's whipping having completely disappeared. He gently caressed the bite mark on Tony's ass cheek with his fingertips, feeling a glow of pride in seeing it there – especially as the cane marks were almost completely gone now.

Then he slid his hands down Tony's long, solid legs. His sub was pretty hairy – especially on his upper chest and lower legs – but his crotch and ass were both pleasingly smooth.

"Gonna keep you shaved," Gibbs said approvingly. "It's a good look on you."

He swung Tony around and examined his front. The wrap marks on his torso were gone, and the two bite marks on his neck had almost disappeared too. Gibbs rested his fingers where they'd been.

"Need to mark you again," he said. Tony gazed at him, a mixture of fear and longing evident in his eyes. "Have to keep you marked, DiNozzo," Gibbs explained. "You’re my sub – I like seeing my marks on you, and it's good for you too – helps you remember you're owned."

"Yes, Boss," Tony said, in a faint kind of voice. Gibbs noticed his cock was rock hard again. "Don't always like the marking but like the way it feels having the marks," Tony explained, glancing down at it.

"Yeah. I know."

Gibbs soaped his hands and ran them over Tony's chest. There were a few stray patches of wax he hadn't managed to wipe off the previous night, and he took care of those. He spent a long time soaping Tony's nipples, enjoying the way they hardened into points under his caress. Then he ran his hands over Tony's broad, golden chest and down into his sub's shaven crotch.

He cleaned Tony's cock thoroughly, relishing the sensation of having all that hard flesh in his hand. He washed his sub's balls carefully as well, pulling on them gently, enjoying Tony's little squawks. He didn't intend to always spend so much time in the shower with his sub, but he knew the next two days were crucial to Tony's training – and his sub had to get used to the degree of authority and control his dom had over his body.

"I can wash myself, Boss," Tony told him, as if reading his thoughts.

"Who does your body belong to, Tony?"

"You, Boss," Tony replied automatically.

"Then I'll do what I want to it," Gibbs told him firmly.

"Yes, Boss." Tony nodded. "Just feels weird, someone else doing this."

"Get used to it, Tony. You're mine now."

Tony leaned back against the shower wall with another little moan, his cock still standing out hard and proud in front of him. "Could you not say the hot things, Boss?" he sighed. "Only I'm kind of dying here." He nodded at his cock.

Gibbs grinned at him, and then he crouched down and took Tony's cock whole into his mouth. Tony gave a hoarse shout and clutched at Gibbs's hair desperately.

"No! Please…BOSS!"

Gibbs didn't torment him for too long – just long enough to make sure the message went home. Then he got up, finished in the shower, and got out, leaving Tony still leaning back against the shower wall, moaning softly to himself. Gibbs flung him a towel.

"Finish up, make the bed, and then get your ass downstairs. You've got ten."

"Yes, Boss," Tony whimpered. "Boss?" he said, as Gibbs reached the door. Gibbs turned back with a raised eyebrow. "You got any anti-Viagra?" Tony asked, gazing down at his hard cock pathetically.

Gibbs was still laughing even by the time he'd got dressed and arrived downstairs in the kitchen five minutes later.

~*~

Tony shaved and cleaned his teeth, looking at himself in the mirror. His body ached in a dozen different ways, but somehow he felt *good*. He felt alive. His eyes were glowing, and he felt like he could run a marathon and still have enough energy left over for another vigorous bout of fucking with Gibbs.

"Fucking." He grinned happily around a mouthful of toothpaste. "Guess you're not a virgin any more, Anthony." He got a stupid smile on his face whenever he thought about taking Gibbs's monster cock into his body. There had been times when he'd doubted that anything that big would fit inside him, but Gibbs had spent the week preparing him well, and his body had definitely enjoyed the experience.

"All these years dancing around each other when we could have been fucking instead," Tony sighed regretfully.

He finished up and went back into the bedroom to make the bed, as ordered. He glanced down at the mattress on the floor with disdain.

"Won't be needing you again," he said happily.

He fingered the chains on the bedpost thoughtfully. Sleeping in bondage should have been at best annoying and at worst unpleasantly restrictive, but he'd had no problem with it. In fact, he'd actively enjoyed it. There was something about being naked, bound, helpless and entirely at Gibbs's mercy that was a complete turn on. Tony saw his collar lying on the nightstand, and he picked it up and took it with him.

He was whistling to himself as he trotted down the stairs. Gibbs was going to keep him naked and fuck him and play with him all weekend. Life really didn’t get much better than this.

"Well, not without donuts," Tony said as he entered the kitchen.

"Donuts?" Gibbs raised an eyebrow.

"Just wondering how this could be any more perfect, Boss!"

Gibbs shot him a smile. "No regrets then, Tony? You think you made the right choice?"

"Think? Nope." Tony shook his head. "I know it, Boss!" He passed Gibbs on his way to the table and pressed a kiss on his dom's cheek. "Here." He gave Gibbs his collar. "You forgot this."

Gibbs rolled his eyes. "You really like wearing it, huh?"

"What do you think?" Tony got down on his knees and looked up at his dom expectantly. "Love how it feels to be collared, Boss," he said quietly. "Had no idea it would mean so much."

Gibbs grunted, but Tony thought he looked pretty pleased. He wrapped the collar around Tony's throat and buckled it. Tony closed his eyes, remembering the previous night and the feeling of being collared for the first time. He didn't know how one strip of leather could have made such a profound impression on his psyche, but it had. Gibbs took his head between his hands, leaned down, and bestowed a kiss on his forehead.

"Now eat something – idiot."

Tony opened his eyes, laughing, but he didn't miss the expression of surprised fondness on his dom's face.

After breakfast, Gibbs took him down into the basement. Tony sighed – personally he found Gibbs's obsession with building boats pretty damn boring, but it was an important part of his dom's life, so he guessed he'd have to learn to live with it.

Gibbs didn't start work on the boat though. Instead, he rifled through his work bench and sorted through a selection of screws and hooks. When he'd found what he was looking for, he grabbed his hammer and went over to the wall.

"Whatya doing, Boss?" Tony asked, puzzled, as Gibbs began banging something into the wall, at about waist height.

"What does it look like?" Gibbs didn't pause his hammering to answer the question.

Tony frowned. "Kinda like you're putting a hook in the wall but in a really weird place. I mean, it's not exactly high enough to hang a coat from, and…oh…!" Realisation kicked in.

"C'mere." Gibbs gestured with his head, and Tony went over to the wall. Gibbs grabbed a length of chain from the workbench, clipped it to Tony's collar, and fastened the other end to the wall.

Then he picked up an old, sawdust-covered cushion from the armchair in the far corner of the basement, threw it on the floor, and pointed to it.

"Sit."

Tony raised an eyebrow.

"Or you could stand," Gibbs shrugged. "But we're gonna be down here all morning, so you might want to make yourself comfortable."

"All morning?" Tony asked, crestfallen. "No more hot sex then?"

Gibbs grinned. "Well, I'm getting kinda old, Tony, and I dunno that I'll be able to get it up again any time soon. You, on the other hand, are gonna stay hard for me all morning. You shouldn't have any problem with that though, being, you know, so much younger than me." He patted Tony's face cheerfully.

Tony rolled his eyes; he should have known he'd pay for those comments. He sank down onto the cushion as instructed, resigned to his fate. Gibbs glanced down at his semi-erect cock, and Tony found it hardening under the scrutiny - which at least took care of that little problem.

"That's better, Tony. Now sit there and keep it up. If I look over and it's drooping, I'll chalk it up on the board."

Tony gave a theatrical sigh, but actually he relished the challenge. Gibbs looked down on him.

"Chain gives you enough slack to walk around – not far, but just enough. If you need to stretch, then just get up and do it. If you need to use the bathroom, then unclip yourself and go – make sure you're back within four minutes, or that'll go on the chalkboard too."

Tony sat back against the wall and concentrated his attention on his cock. He loved the impromptu hand spankings Gibbs had given him in the bedroom and shower this morning, but wanted to keep the stroke tally down in his formal discipline sessions as much as possible. Luckily, his cock was happy to help him out on this one, and it didn't take much to keep it bobbing happily.

Tony glanced over at Gibbs and realised that his dom had moved the unfinished boat against the far wall and was busy working on something else. Something new. Something involving fresh timbers.

"Uh…what you working on there, Boss?"

"You'll see," Gibbs replied. He leaned forward, and Tony savoured the sight of his ass filling out his grey sweatpants.

Tony was happy to sit and watch his dom moving around the basement as the new thing – whatever it was – began to take shape in front of him. Tony thought that maybe it was some kind of sail for the boat – it was pretty tall, and it looked like there was a cross beam. He wasn't an expert on boats, but he could imagine that was what it was.

It took Gibbs a couple of hours, and then he took a step back and surveyed his handiwork happily.

"Looks good, Boss!" Tony said cheerily, head on one side as he tried to work out how the hell it would fit on the boat.

Gibbs laughed. "You have no idea what this is, do you?"

"Nope," Tony admitted. "Some kind of sail thing for the boat?"

Gibbs snorted, looking highly amused. "Not exactly. Wait here. I'll get something that might help you figure it out."

He disappeared for a few minutes and returned with a couple of sets of leather cuffs – not the ones Tony had worn in the night, which had been light and soft, like a second skin. These cuffs were thicker, harder, and more heavy duty. Gibbs also brought a few lengths of chain with him. Tony wondered just how many lengths of chain Gibbs had *bought* at that shop last weekend.

Gibbs attached the cuffs to the structure, and Tony felt his belly flip.

"Uh…is that…?"

"A whipping post? Yup." Gibbs grinned. "Well, technically speaking, it's a St Andrew's Cross."

It was a more elaborate structure than the one at Murray's and more expertly crafted too – but not as sophisticated as the one he'd seen in Skinner's playroom.

Tony's belly flipped again as he stared at it. It was made in the shape of a large 'X', with two crossbeams and a heavy footrest to prevent it falling over under a person’s weight. Gibbs had fastened the cuffs at wrist and ankle height, but there were also hooks on the thing at various other points, presumably to attach chains to his collar and around his waist.

"Of all the doms in the world, I have to fall for the one who can actually make stuff like this with his bare hands," Tony muttered. He had to admit that the cross looked pretty exciting though. Even more exciting was the fact that Gibbs had made it himself. Tony wasn't sure why having such a capable dom was a turn on, but it was.

"Let’s see how sturdy it is," Gibbs said, unclipping him from the wall. He led Tony over to the cross and pushed him face first against it, then fastened the cuffs around his wrists and ankles, locking him in place.

"Uh…you're not going to actually try it out right now, are you, Boss?"

"Sure I am, Tony." Gibbs ran a hand over Tony's naked back and down to his ass – and squeezed. "I could flog you…" Tony shivered as he felt Gibbs's warm lips trail down his spine. "Or I could whip you…" Tony swallowed hard, his mouth having suddenly gone completely dry. "Or…I could just concentrate on spanking this ass…" Gibbs cupped Tony's butt cheeks with his hands and began kneading. "Yeah…I think we'll raise some colour in these cheeks – they're looking far too pale, Tony. Need to work on them before fucking you again. I like fucking a nice hot ass."

Tony's cock gave a little convulsion. "But I haven't earned any swats on the chalkboard yet, Boss!" he protested.

"I know, Tony." Gibbs continued fondling his sub's bottom. "But like I told you before, I can spank you any time I like – no reason required. Besides, those swats are for punishment. This will be for pleasure."

"Pleasure for whom exactly?" Tony demanded.

Gibbs laughed. "Well, definitely for me. As for you – I'll warm you up, build it up like I did last weekend at the club. You enjoyed that one, didn't you?"

"Yes, Boss," Tony said softly. He had. Gibbs had known just how to stoke him up and take him flying.

“Then relax – wuss.” Gibbs squeezed hard, making Tony whimper again, and then he moved away. He returned with a selection of implements. “Gonna have to make a rack to keep these in,” Gibbs mused as he laid the implements out on the work bench. “Okay, let's start. I’ll go nice and slow, Tony, take my time. Oh, and feel free to scream if you want. Place is pretty soundproof. Nobody will hear you.”

“Gee, thanks, Boss,” Tony said sarcastically, tugging experimentally on one of the cuffs. It held firm.

Gibbs took a handful of his hair and pulled his head back. “What’s your safe word?”

“Magnum.”

“Use it if you can’t handle it.”

“I will, Boss.”

Gibbs paused. His hand tightened into a fist in Tony's hair. “You sure about that, Tony?”

“Yes, Boss. I’ll use my safe word if I can’t handle it. Promise.”

Gibbs gazed at him thoughtfully for a moment, and Tony held his breath, then Gibbs nodded, seemingly convinced. He released Tony and took a step back. Tony craned his head and saw Gibbs pick up the paddle. He braced himself against the cross, steeling himself for the first blow…which fell gently on his ass, barely more than a tap. Tony gave a little yelp in expectation that it had hurt – but in reality it hadn’t done more than caress.

“Hurt that much, huh?” Gibbs snorted.

“Sorry, Boss. Thought you were going to swat me harder than that.” Tony grinned apologetically over his shoulder.

“Stop second guessing it, Tony – none of this is in your control. Give it up to me.”

Tony tried to follow his dom’s orders, but it wasn’t easy – he could feel his butt cheeks clenching in anticipation of the next blow. When it came, it was as sweet and gentle as the first. Tony started to relax.

Gibbs was true to his word. He delivered an expert spanking, as skilful as the whipping he’d given Tony at Murray’s Bar. He started gently and built up gradually, slowly stoking the fire that was starting to burn in Tony’s ass.

He used the paddle for a long time, and then he switched to the strap. This was a harsher implement, and he used it to lay on some stronger, more painful strokes, but because Tony's butt had been warmed up, and because Gibbs was so skilled, Tony found himself able to take them without any trouble.

Gibbs built up to a crescendo, then slowed down, then started all over again, laying on the strokes like a maestro. Tony relaxed more and more, hanging in his bonds, allowing them to keep him upright. He was barely able to distinguish between individual strokes now because his ass was a mass of burning sensation. He was aware that on some level it hurt, but the line between pain and pleasure was so blurred that it didn’t feel like pain. The endorphins were raging through his body, taking him higher and higher, and Gibbs seemed to know just how to play him, taking him closer and closer to the edge…nudging him further than he thought he could go…until suddenly he’d stepped off the ledge and was flying through the air.

It felt so good. His body was thrumming, his cock was hard and aching, and he was flying like a bird. He could see Gibbs far below, strapping him in earnest, his right arm moving fast, but Tony couldn’t feel anything over than a generalised, glowing warmth. He was giddy, dizzy, flying higher, and higher, and higher, until…

Gibbs’s arm slowed, and then he stopped completely. Tony hung there, lost in the sensation. He felt Gibbs come up behind him, and then he felt his dom kissing the back of his neck and nuzzling his hair, caressing him gently while he floated back down to earth.

He wasn’t sure how long they stood like that, but eventually Gibbs undid the cuffs, and Tony fell helplessly into his dom’s arms. Gibbs held him up until Tony felt as if he was standing on solid ground again. Then Gibbs drew back. Tony gazed at him dreamily. Gibbs’s eyes really were a most unnatural shade of deep blue. He didn’t think he’d ever seen a shade like it. They were beautiful.

“Did you give me drugs, Boss?” he asked, swaying slightly.

Gibbs laughed and put a hand under his elbow. “No, Tony. Just gave you a natural high. Now can you see the difference between punishment and flying?”

“Mmmmm.” Tony grinned at him stupidly. He leaned in and kissed Gibbs on the mouth. “Thank you, Boss,” he murmured hazily afterwards. “Love you.”

He could have kicked himself for making that mistake again, but Gibbs didn’t seem to read too much into it. He just grinned and tousled Tony’s hair affectionately. Then he took a leash out of his pocket and clipped it to Tony's collar; he tangled his fist in the leash and pulled his sub in the direction of the stairs.

“C’mon on, Tony. Time for lunch.”

~*~

End of part eleven
Two Masters - Part Twelve