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The steamer trunk he opened drew a gasp from him, and he stared into it for a long moment. "Oh my God," he said wonderingly, pulling out a slender glass dildo and holding it up to the light. "Beautiful, sir."

"I'm glad you like it." He was. He'd been shopping for something new, something glorious and wonderful when he'd seen it-when he'd seen them; an entire collection of glass dildos, all different and wonderful. The one Noah held was simple, elegantly ridged, with color shot through it; long and smooth to the touch. It was utterly alien and beautiful. "Lick it for me."

In his lap, his hand stilled, waiting for the right moment to move again.

"Your pleasure is my pleasure, sir." Noah responded coyly, turning to face Tobias and sinking slowly to his knees. He held the heavy glass object in front of him and licked slowly up the length of its graceful shaft, then circled the head of the piece with his tongue. He bathed it slowly and sensually for a few more moments and then, after a sly grin, he took the head of the dildo into his mouth.

Tobias watched, refusing to shift in his chair, refusing to do anything but enjoy watching Noah perform for him. "Deeper,"

he said, his voice low. "I want to see what you can take. I want to see it slick from your mouth."

Noah released the dildo and gave the shaft one more thorough lick. He sucked on the head, then lifted his chin and lowered into his mouth, swallowing it deep into his throat. He held it there a moment before releasing it a bit to breathe and then thrust the toy down his gullet once more.

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Tobias' fingers twitched and slid along his dick. He found himself unable to breathe for a long moment, catching himself before he could moan. "Good boy," he said, pleased that his voice was steady.

Noah pulled the dildo from his throat and let the weight of it rest wetly against his chin. He dropped his head back, baring his throat, and with great care he drew a damp line down his neck, over the hollow divot at its base, and then diagonally down his chest to rest against a dark nipple. He teased that one and then the other with it and moaned softly as both nipples grew stiff in response.

"It is a lovely instrument, sir. I like the weight of it, I like the smooth shaft, I like how it feels in my mouth." And just as he said the word, he thrust the glass cock back into his mouth, sucking on it hard enough to make his cheeks hollow.

"Good." Tobias couldn't sit any longer without risking losing control. He stood slowly, unfolding his body from the chair and walked to Noah, watching him fellate the glass. "It will look lovely when I let you slide it in and out of your ass.

Put it back, boy, and come with me."

Walking slowly, more from need than any stately desire, he moved back toward the stable, listening as behind him Noah put the toy back in the box and came after him, his feet padding on the floor.

"There will be chores for you in here as well," Tobias said, leading him down the hall past the dark stalls. "You will make sure the floors are clear, and when we play in here you are responsible for cleaning up. Toys, tools, stalls. Not immediately, of course, but before you leave."

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"Yes, sir." Noah answered, following right behind him. "I'll remember to clean that dildo."

"You're smart," Tobias said with a grin. He went right to the control room, by the door. "Now, here are all the switches. Lights-the main track, the ring, and each stall.

These ones are motion sensors, I don't use them much-they come on at the wrong moment, and go off when I least want them to. Heat-if you're cold to the point of discomfort, tell me. A little chill keeps you nice and perky, but cold isn't fun.

And here are the first aid supplies. Landline. Intercom to the house-so you can tell me you're done or if you need to ask a question. The refrigerator should be kept stocked with water."

Tobias turned to face Noah, whose eyes immediately dropped. "Clear so far?"

"Yes, sir, you've thought of everything. I am very impressed." Noah kept his eyes down, and licked his lips. His face was a little flushed from his display with the glass phallus, and he was clearly anything but chilled at the moment.

"Noah?" Tobias asked softly, making his voice as much of a caress as he could.

"How may I please you, sir?" Noah responded in a similarly soothing tone.

"Pick a stall." Tobias leaned on the nearest wall and blatantly fondled himself, watching Noah's eyes catch the movement.

Noah watched him handle himself for a brief moment.

"Thank you, sir," he seemed to force himself to say, and then he turned deliberately and made his way down the center 142

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aisle again. Ironically, he lingered outside the office for a moment, worrying his lip, but ended up moving on. He passed the suspension cell by without a thought and lingered again outside the room with all the pillows and the chains on the walls. He disappeared into the stall a moment and Tobias heard the chains clink. When he reappeared, he knelt silently by the door to the stall to indicate that this one was his choice.

Tobias nodded once and walked to him, his pace steady and his feet falling heavily. The sound of his shoes was muted by the sound proofing, but the steps were measured, determined. He stopped in front of Noah, one hand still rubbing his erection, and asked, "Why this one? The chains or the pillows?"

"The chains, sir," Noah answered evenly.

"Okay." Tobias walked past him and looked around. The pillows, large and square, plump and lush, were scattered about, carefully arranged to make lying down or lounging inviting. The chains dangled from the ceiling, huge steel rings embedded in the joists, leather manacles at the ends. They were adjustable, able to lift a man off his feet or spread his arms wide. Along one wall was a cabinet, an antique sideboard Tobias had purchased at an estate sale as a convenient place for toys and tools.

"Come, boy." Tobias had spent the afternoon making sure all the cuffs and manacles he had were in pristine condition; these had two buckles each and were padded, lined with soft leather. New, they would, he hoped, become saturated with 143

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Noah's sweat and scent over time. He heard Noah rise and he rattled the chain. "Here. Give me your wrists."

"As you wish, sir." Noah stood facing Tobias and held his wrists out.

Silently, Tobias fitted the cuffs, tightening them carefully before moving to adjust the chains. The noise of them pulling through the rings was loud, the steel ringing and clattering.

Tobias stopped when Noah's arms were just far enough from his own body that he wouldn't be able to touch himself anywhere. They were not above his head, nor were they stretched; he was merely held in place, unable to leave.

Casually, Tobias moved about the small space, running a hand over Noah's skin when he was close enough to. A caress on his shoulder, a tug on his nipple. A pat on his ass and a jiggle of the plug. When he moved in front of Noah, Tobias pulled off his shirt and then bent his head to bite Noah's nipple, soothing it with his tongue.

Noah hissed at the bite and then groaned, and his chains rattled lightly. Tobias felt as Noah shifted, jostling the plug himself this time. Noah flipped his wrists over so he was able to grab hold of the chains with his fingers and tug on them.

"Shhh," Tobias soothed. Then he bit the other one, sucking hard on it before letting go. He went to the sideboard and removed his shoes. "Sometimes torture doesn't hurt," he said calmly. He lifted one foot and removed his sock, then the other. "Sometimes it does, however." He walked back to Noah and latched onto his nipple again, one hand going to Noah's ass, pulling him closer and playing with the leather straps.

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"Oh!" Noah moaned, toes curling. He spread his legs a bit and tried to press his hips into Tobias'. "Sometimes it's harder to bear when it doesn't, sir," Noah whispered to him gently.

Tobias knew the truth of that. He lifted his head, licking a swath across Noah's chest before moving away again. Slowly, almost casually, he backed away from where Noah stood and began to undo his jeans, sliding the zipper down smoothly.

"Watch me," he said softly. "Know me." He stopped moving when he reached the pillows, lowering himself gracefully. He lay back with a sigh, enjoying the feel of the fabric as it slid along his back. Closing his eyes for a moment he lost himself in the clink of the chains and the sound of Noah breathing.

"Watch," he whispered again, opening his eyes and running his hands over his chest, dragging his fingers through the soft patch of hair there to tweak his nipples. They hardened immediately, growing taut under his fingers, and he lingered there, feeling every tug in his groin.

"You have a lovely body, sir. Tight, seasoned, tanned; very handsome." Noah offered as he watched as he'd been told to, drinking in Tobias' body with his eyes. "And your cock looks as good as it felt last weekend. Hard and thick." His voice was low and intense. "I am a very, very lucky boy."

Tobias' control only extended so far; his erection leapt at the praise it received, twitching further out of his unfastened jeans. He glanced down his body, almost smiling at the obscene picture of his cock reaching for the ceiling. He reached for it, wrapping his hand gently around the shaft and pumping it lightly for a short time.

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It felt good, better than masturbation had in a long time.

Taking his time, he eased his jeans a little lower, lifting his balls free and cupping them gently. He moaned quietly and let go, his hands sweeping over his skin and returning to his nipples.

"Don't you want my mouth on you, sir?" Noah continued speaking, his voice low and husky, each word spoken slowly and emphasized for effect. "I'll swallow you down like I did that pretty glass dildo. Hot breath on your skin, wet tongue bathing you ... let me pleasure you, sir. You're so beautiful."

"You please me by watching." Tobias wiggled slightly, pushing his jeans farther down. "By learning, by submitting.

You can't touch, you can't get hard, you can't get off. You can only watch, can only be my audience." He lifted his legs, finally removing his jeans so he could sprawl on the pillows, his cock hard and aching in his hand. "You can only watch and smell and hear."

"This is what you meant by torture that isn't painful, sir, isn't it?" Noah breathed and then continued with a barrage of sensual, sexual words. "Because watching you and not being able to get my hands on that gorgeous cock is torture. But I wish to please you, so I am watching. I'm watching your chest rise and fall as you start to lose your breath. I'm watching your hips roll slightly when you tighten your fingers around your cock. I'm watching the blush rise from your belly and spread over your shoulders into your face. Are you aching, sir? Is it wonderful?"

Tobias listened to the chains shift and clink, to Noah's voice, and let his hand speed slightly. He lifted one leg, bent 146

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it at the knee, and bared himself, strong fingers stroking over his perineum. "Your voice is," he said. "Give me more, give me yourself."

His body felt tighter, warming to hot as he stroked the moist head of his cock with his thumb. He spread the fluid and gasped, suddenly hungry, starved for release, needing to feel more. Reflexively his fingers tightened and he forced himself to back off, to calm his breathing. "Tell me what you think about when you jerk off."

"In all honesty, lately it's been you, sir." Noah admitted and it sounded more like truth than flattery. "I've been thinking about you." Tobias heard Noah's breath catch and then he moaned. "God, I want to be hard so badly, sir. The cage is ... frustrating." He cleared his throat. "I've been remembering the way you took me at the club, fucked me hard when I was bound to that cross. How full I felt, how much I wanted." Tobias heard Noah swallow and pant lightly.

"How badly I needed you. Oh, God, I want you."

Noah cleared his throat. "I ... I have a fantasy, though, about walking into a bar, being picked up and fucked in the alley against a rough wall. If I close my eyes when I'm masturbating I can almost feel the scrape of the bricks,"

Noah's voice trembled a bit and the chains rattled. "I can hear the grunts of this man I've never seen before in my life in my ear ... deep and low, and then all of a sudden the alley is filled with people and they're shouting at us to come. Gets me off every time."

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moved faster, this time with deliberation, and he tugged at his balls. "You like to be filled; the unknown excites you, having your control ripped away instead of given. Would that feel more real?" His voice was less steady now, the constant pressure of his hand building. Deliberately, he moved his fingers back and circled his entrance.

"It's more that I am so accustomed to giving it when it's asked for. I love being taken. I love the idea that someone is just going to have you if they want you, and it's not that I would count for nothing, it's just that they would want me so badly that they had to have me whether I needed it or not ...

if that makes any sense, sir."

"To be desired. To be someone's everything..." Tobias gasped suddenly, his back arching off the pillows. "To ... to be the one ... solid thing..." Groaning, he pushed a dry finger into himself, his head falling back as he panted.

Noah jumped on his analogy. "Yes, exactly that. To fill someone's thoughts. To be the only one they want. Oh, God, sir, you are so fucking hot right now, you can't image what it's like to watch you. You know your body so well. And I'm watching and learning, sir." He moaned. "Oh, God, I'm watching you fuck yourself with that finger, tugging on your cock but trying not to come yet, not too soon, not while it feels this good. But it's so hard isn't it? You want it and it's right there but if you take that leap it'll be over and right now

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