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Noah went out the door after Tobias, foregoing shoes and a coat in an effort to 'get in character'. He stopped along the 288

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way and picked up a handful of dirt, which he smudged on his forehead and arms, and scuffed his bare feet to dirty them.

Once inside, he was right at Tobias' heel, following him to the appropriate stall.

Once more, they were on the right hand side of the barn, this time between the stall with the pillows and the barren stall they'd used the weekend before. It only took Tobias a moment to detach the sling that usually hung there and stow it away, leaving the chains hanging. He ignored them and gestured to the wall. "I trust these meet with your approval,"

he said, indicating the heavy steel manacles lying on the floor.

Noah grinned. "Oh, very nice," he said, licking his lips. "I think I just shivered." Noah made his way over and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall with his knees bent so Tobias had access to his ankles. "These are ... very authentic."

"They'll keep you here," Tobias agreed. He locked the ankle restraints and adjusted a length of chain to cuff Noah's wrists and leave him with a fair amount of slack. "I thought about getting a steel collar to match."

"You should," Noah answered casually and in all seriousness, holding his wrists out to be cuffed. "We could probably figure out a way to hide some padding in it so it wouldn't bruise me."

Tobias flicked a glance at Noah's neck as he locked one wrist. "Probably. You'd look pretty." He finished restraining Noah and stood up. "Now, this is important. I'm going to change, and you are bound. I will not leave you, understand?

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However, I neglected to grab a blindfold, so you're going to have to close your eyes until I say you can open them."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," Noah answered, shifting his tunic off one shoulder as he settled back against the wall. He rested his wrist manacles on his knees and dropped his forehead against them, closing his eyes.

Tobias took his time. He wasn't particularly quiet, knowing that Noah needed some sensory connection to him when he was bound, but he didn't talk. He stripped swiftly, tossing his regular clothes out of the stall, and slowly dressed in his costume. He lingered over the shirt, enjoying the fabric on his skin as he imagined himself an important Duke being sent to deal with a pathetic thief.

Once dressed, he waited. Noah was motionless against the wall, his breathing steady. Tobias went to the small cupboard and fetched lube and condoms, putting them in his pocket, and a woven strap. It was short and thin, nothing much to look at, but he knew it made a nasty cracking sound when it struck something hard. He wouldn't use it on Noah, as it tended to mark badly, but he could at least wave it around and scare the "thief".

Moving to the door he cleared his throat softly and Noah lifted his head. Before he could say anything or even react, Tobias sneered and said, "I would've thought that a begging gutter rat would be too busy praying for his skin to sleep."

Noah lifted his head looked Tobias in the eye briefly, then lowered his gaze and shifted noisily to his knees, the shackles and chains making satisfying scraping and clanking sounds against the floor as he moved. "Forgive me, I have given up 290

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on God, your Grace. Do I dare now to hope that he is sending his poor, humble servant a miracle?"

Tobias threw back his head and laughed. "I've never been called that before. And no, I'm not from God, whelp. He rarely casts his sight down quite so low, I've found. Besides, I'm given to understand that theft is a sin against God as well as the king. Tell me, why do you presume to think you deserve any leniency?"

"I do not. I do not deserve it." Noah moved toward him on his knees. "I ask, I beg for his mercy on behalf of my family, who will have no one to provide for them this winter if I do not return to them. I did not covet the ring, Your Grace, I was desperate. So desperate." Noah dropped his chin to his chest and let his arms hang at his sides. "Will he hear me? Will you take pity on me, Your Grace?"

Tobias pretended to consider, which was mostly wasted on Noah, he assumed, as Noah was looking at the floor. He took a few heavy steps forward and stopped, just in front of the bowed head. "I do not know if I'll take pity, as I've been roused from my day and made to come down here just for you, to listen to your piteous case. It's an inconvenience, whelp, and it's put me in a poor frame of mind. However, the king has his ring back and cares little for what is done to you, so he's put it in my hands. Tell me, what will sway me, do you think?"

"Anything, I'll do anything to sway you. Anything, Your Grace," Noah reached forward and grabbed hold of his trousers, tugging on them imploringly. "I'll kiss your feet, stand for lashes, promise you anything, or..." Noah raised his 291

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head and stared directly at Tobias' stirring cock. "Or even..."

he cleared his throat then boldly leaned forward to nuzzle it.

"You're a forward one, aren't you?" Tobias looked down at Noah, bemused. "Usually I hear long stories of poverty and need and begging before this is reluctantly offered." He grabbed what he could of Noah's hair and pressed against him, rubbing against his cheek and stiffening further. "Do you want it, thief?"

"I am not new to such service, sir," Noah managed to say around the fabric. His voice was shaky and he shoved back, pushing against Tobias' thighs.

"So you know what to do, then?" Tobias tugged hard at Noah's hair and then let him go, stepping back. "I'd hate to have to punish you," he said ominously. He raised one boot and struck it with the strap. Noah flinched at the sound, and Tobias had to hide a smile as he tossed the strap away.

"I ... I know. You fine men in your fine clothes are all alike," Noah answered with a snort.

"Are we now? And what would that be?" Tobias asked dangerously.

Noah's response was calculated and deliberate. "Your proper, frigid wives won't do it for you, so you have to find another more willing, or more desperate."

"Hmm, that would sting if I had a wife, frigid or otherwise.

Does that make you willing or merely desperate? And bear in mind that your response dictates only how I'll have you, not if I will or not."

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"As I am in shackles and not in the bed of some wealthy noble, I should say that it makes me merely desperate, Your Grace."

Tobias sighed dramatically. "And none too bright-a quick lie would have saved your ... assets; I was quite looking forward to your mouth, too. Ah, well. I'll not be putting my prick where there are teeth." He bent suddenly and pushed Noah to the side, knocking him over, and grasped his shirt.

Tobias wasn't sure which of them was more surprised when the cotton ripped with a loud sound. He grinned at Noah and pulled again, literally tearing the tunic from his body.

Noah landed with his hands flat on the floor, panting.

"Wait! Wait ... so rough, Your Grace, wouldn't it be better slow?" Noah let his voice go soft and low. "Wouldn't you like it better that way?"

"Indeed, I would," Tobias agreed. "But you admit yourself that your offer was made in desperation and not from any real need."

Noah pulled himself into a sitting position. "Yes, yes, Your Grace, I am desperate. I have a family and I have some shame left. But I ... want you to be well pleased. I need my freedom, my life. I want you to think well of me when you leave me."

His head tilted to the side, Tobias studied the form before him, taking in the smooth, smudged skin and the dark, pert nipples. Noah's breathing had accelerated, and judging by the tenting of the loose cotton pants he wasn't at all dissuaded by the situation. "I have a feeling I'll be thinking very highly of you by the time we're done, whelp," he said finally. He rocked 293

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back on his heels and stood once more. "Slow it is, then. Earn your mercy."

Noah swallowed hard and nodded. "You won't regret it, Your Grace," he said, getting slowly to his feet. He managed the chains reasonably well as he reached for Tobias' silk shirt.

"You wouldn't want to ruin this fine fabric, would you, Your Grace?" he asked, helping Tobias off with it. Then he ran cool fingers over Tobias' skin, starting at his shoulders and making his way over Tobias' nipples and down to his navel.

Tobias growled, pleased when Noah's breath caught. "You have a nice touch, boy. More."

"Anything you ask, Your Grace," Noah answered, moving to stand close at Tobias' back, close enough to feel heat between them and to press his erection against Tobias' thigh.

He ran his hands up Tobias' arms and into his hair and tugged gently.

This time the growl happened on its own and he felt Noah's cock twitch against him. Catching one hand he pulled it down, across his chest and lower, until he was able to cup his own erection with Noah's hand. "Touch me," he ordered.

"Impressive, Your Grace," Noah murmured softly, moving his hand only long enough to open Tobias' pants and get his hand inside. He gripped Tobias and thumbed the head of his cock as he pressed his lips to Tobias' bare shoulder. "Mmm ...

Your Grace," he whispered. "What a pleasure to find that fine men are not so alike after all."

"I suspect ... I suspect the pleasure is mine," Tobias said, leaning back a little. He reached back for Noah's thigh and rocked his hips, thrusting slightly.

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"I certainly hope so," Noah answered, and Tobias felt his hot breath on his shoulder. Noah rocked his hips with Tobias, allowing Tobias' shaft to slide firmly through his fist. Noah's chains jangled gently as they moved together and one manacle rested heavily against Tobias' pelvis.

He didn't say anything in reply, just enjoyed the press of Noah's fingers on him, the sweep of his thumb around the glans and down the shaft. The manacle was cool to the touch, the metal a solid, hard reminder that Noah was in chains for him. Countered by the feel of Noah warm along his back was the sharp, sweet bite of need that fed his arousal. His balls began to ache.

"Stop, boy, or we'll spoil our fun," he said, his fingers digging into Noah's leg.

Silently, Noah released Tobias and pulled his hand away.

The warmth of his chest was replaced with a sweep of cool air as Noah stepped away, moving around in front of Tobias again. He glanced at Tobias, and then in a swift, decisive move Noah tore into the fabric of his own pants with the clasp of his manacle, ripping and tearing until they fell to the floor in shreds.

He stood, naked and chained, regarding Tobias with deep brown eyes for a moment and then just as silently, he walked to the wall and placed his hands on it, presenting his still-pink ass for the "duke's" inspection. "Your fun, Your Grace."

Tobias was glad Noah wasn't looking at him, as he was fairly sure the broad grin he wore was terribly out of character. He took his time getting the lube out of his pocket and tearing the foil on the condom. With slick fingers he 295

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approached Noah, one hand beside Noah's own on the wall, the other plunging two fingers into Noah's ass. "I do like my fun," he murmured.

Noah gasped and his body went tense for a moment. He exhaled and groaned, arching slightly to meet Tobias' fingers.

"Thank you, s-Your Grace."

"You're welcome, boy." Tobias thrust again, a little more slowly. He didn't want to damage his boy, but he did want him to feel it. He carefully spread his fingers, coaxing Noah to open for him, and deliberately brushed against his gland.

"Now. Tell me how sorry you are that you stole from the king."

"Ah! So sorry," Noah choked out. "It was wrong of me, so wrong. I'm not fit to lick your boots, Your Grace. Please, I beg you, show me mercy."

"Mercy? I should just stop and let you walk out of here, stop and tell you to dress?" Tobias added a twist of his wrist and another finger.

"No! Oh, no, no ... don't stop, oh, God," Noah gasped in protest, and Tobias grinned a bit as his distracted boy wavered between the thief and the sub.

"You wish for mercy and you don't want me to stop ... you like my fingers in your ass, whelp, and yet you offer out of desperation." Tobias sighed like he imagined a long-suffering duke should and stood back, his fingers slipping out of Noah.

"Ah!" Noah looked over his shoulder. "Your Grace?"

Tobias waved the condom at him. "Eyes front, thief."

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shameful lusts," he said, and Tobias heard the grin even if he didn't see it.

In reply, Tobias snorted. "I begin to suspect that your earlier protests were not at all sincere." The rubber smoothed on, his trousers about his thighs, he ran his hand down Noah's spine.

"They were made by the man I wish to be, Your Grace."

"And instead you're ... what?" Tobias nudged Noah's entrance with the head of his cock and began to press in as slowly as he could.

Noah moaned, ducking his head. "A sinner, Your Grace, a man of impure thoughts. A man who prefers the stab of another man's prick to the arms of his own wife. Oh ... so slow, so good."

Tobias had to grit his teeth to keep from speeding up. The stab of another man's prick indeed. His own ass throbbed and he closed his eyes, pushing incrementally deeper until he was snug against Noah's ass. "You need this? A rod in your ass, a man's arms pinning you? Do you dream of a man's mouth around your cock, sucking you hard? Are you slut enough to want two at once?" he whispered, begin to thrust shallowly.