Gibbs had kept his promise. The day after they made it back to DC, Tony found himself on the receiving end of a painful spanking that kept him standing most of the day. By the time the throbbing had died down enough to allow him to sit, he found himself dragged into the bathroom and shoved up against the sink for a Claiming that left him begging and mindless, aching to come. His Master would have none of it, though, and Tony wobbled back into the bullpen with a hard cock tucked painfully in his underwear and his ass throbbing in renewed protest.
The entire week, he was kept off balance like that. Gibbs pounced on him with no seeming rhyme or reason. The only time he was ‘safe’ was when they were actively working a case and Gibbs was too busy to do anything. When they wrapped up the case mid-day Saturday, Tony eyed his Master through lowered lashes while trying to ignore the heat that radiated through his ass. He was surprised when they didn’t go home, but rather got on the highway and headed into DC proper. Confused, he asked, “Master? Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
The easy response didn’t reassure him any. Nor did the smirk that surfaced on Gibbs’ face when he glanced at Tony a few seconds later. Far from being nervous, though, an anticipatory thrill ran through him. All week, he’d been reminded every single day that he belonged to Gibbs. Whether it was from the spankings, the Claimings, or the I Love Lucy boxed dvd set, his Master had shown him just how much he was loved and valued. Whatever was about to happen, Tony was positive that it was more of the same.
Tony gaped when Gibbs pulled up in front of Jenny’s place. He looked over at Gibbs, who wore an extremely wicked grin, and asked, “You’re piercing me again? Or getting a tattoo?”
“Yes to the first,” Gibbs confirmed. “I can hardly chain you up if there’s nothing there to lock onto.”
Tony lunged across the seat, plastering himself to his Master and clinging tight as he whispered, “Thank you, thank you, Master, you’re so good to me.”
Gibbs held him tight and nuzzled at his ear as he replied, “I want you to feel secure, my own, and if me having the key to your body will do it, that’s what we’re going to do. I’m also getting you fitted for a chastity belt while we’re here. One you won’t be able to get undone.”
Shuddering in pure happiness and lust, Tony moaned and rubbed against Gibbs’ thigh.
With a chuckle, Gibbs told him, “That’ll be the last time you can do that for a while without pain. Come on, slave, let’s get moving. We have an appointment.”
Tony followed him happily inside, dazed at the depth of his Master’s commitment to him. No one had ever taken the time to assert more than their will over him. No one had ever used his body as their canvas. No one had ever taken control of him with such totality and he ached to be Claimed, then and there, just to give his Master the pleasure that he was receiving.
Jenny nodded to them from her spot at the chair, where she was working on a partially naked woman getting her nipples pierced. A loud shriek of pain echoed through the shop seconds later, and Tony jumped in surprise at the sound.
Brushing a hand down Tony’s back, Gibbs assured him, “You’re getting a local.”
Astounded at the thoughtfulness, Tony hesitated, then asked, “Can I do it without?”
“You can,” Gibbs answered, neutral. “It’s up to you, Tony. This isn’t something you have to go through to prove anything to me.”
But Tony knew that wasn’t true. If his Master was going to go through all this trouble, then the least he could do was bear it without intervention. It would seem…cheapened…somehow, if he had anesthetic. “I want to, Master, please?”
The smile that surfaced on Gibbs’ face as the Gunny nodded, said it was the right response.
“All right, boys, time to get moving,” Jenny announced, breaking into their conversation in her usual, brash fashion. “We’ve got a lot of work to do on you, Tony-boy, and man-oh-man are you going to be absolutely edible when I’m done with you.”
“Down girl,” Gibbs replied, wry.
She laughed and said, “I’ll take his measurements now because he’ll be useless by the time I’m through with him.”
“Strip down, Tony.”
Tony quickly undressed and set the folded clothes on the counter anyhow. He followed Jenny behind the counter and passed the woman who was still recovering on the other chair. It was a little sad that she didn’t have anyone along to help her with the aftercare.
Jenny’s touches were
professional and efficient, thankfully, and he squirmed in dismay when he
hardened a little as she measured his dick and thought, What the hell kind
of chastity belt are we talking about, here?
Once that was done, he was led to the empty chair in the back and settled in place.
“And since we don’t want you freaking out at a bad moment,” Jenny said, strapping him into place with a belt across the chest, waist, and thighs.
Tony protested, “Master…”
Running a hand over Tony’s head, Gibbs admonished, “It’s standard procedure, Tony, relax.”
“But I want to…” Tony let his voice trail off, realizing that a protest was counterproductive.
Gibbs tilted Tony’s chin up and prompted, “You want to what, my own?”
Tony sighed. “I want to show that I can do this for you.”
Something unreadable flashed across Gibbs’ face and he said, “Then that’s what you’ll do. Unstrap him, Jenny.”
The redhead arched an eyebrow at him, but didn’t protest. She maneuvered Tony’s feet on a foothold and said, “You can use that to brace against. And here, bite down on this. Feel free to holler as much as you want, the neighbors are used to it.”
Tony took the leather bit in his mouth and watched as Jenny got her equipment ready.
“Tony.”
Looking at Gibbs, Tony met the pale blue eyes and consciously relaxed at the steady gaze staring back at him.
“You can do this, my own,” his Master continued. “You’re going to take this pain because I want you to. You’re going to look so beautiful when this is done, I can’t wait for it to be all healed so I can play with you. I’m going to keep you so tied up you won’t have any trouble remembering who you belong to.”
The first needle went through his scrotum and took him by complete surprise, he was so enthralled with what Gibbs was saying. He jerked in shock and howled in delayed pain, when it caught up with his brain, the sound muffled by the leather in his mouth. Tears blurred his vision, but his Master wiped them away, making soothing noises as he did so. Tony had never seen so much blatant feeling on the Gunny’s face, so much possessive pride, and it helped soothe the pain. Enough that he took a deep, steadying breath and nodded at Jenny.
The second needle was different than the first, both in thickness and placement. Instead of going through a thin layer of skin, however precariously placed, it pierced the just behind the tip of his dick, coming out his urethra. Tony’s breath was literally stopped in his chest, his hands clenched around the edge of the chair like they would never let go. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he abruptly started panting for air, half-sobbing with the fiery pain.
Strong hands caressed his head, fingers running soothingly through his hair as Gibbs’ voice rumbled soothingly in his ear. It took a few minutes for him to make any sense of the words and when he did, the endorphin rush jumped ahead full speed, the praise and love pouring out of his Master’s mouth. He didn’t know how long it was before sense returned and he could think through the incredible miasma of pain and ecstasy, but he finally spit out the leather bit and smiled dopily at Gibbs.
Chuckling, Gibbs observed, “You’re high as a kite.”
“Oh yeah,” Tony agreed, beaming.
The kiss his master bestowed was hungry and possessive, but didn’t last nearly long enough. “Think you can move?”
Tony thought about it, gauging the level of pain, and finally nodded.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Alright then, let’s get you up and dressed.”
Even letting his Master help, it took Tony a lot longer than usual to dress. The loose-fitting sweats were perfect for not chafing, and he only half-listened to everything Jenny told them about the aftercare.
She finally laughed and held out a pamphlet and small bag, ordering, “Read this when you’re sober. But Gunny, you don’t touch him there except to clean him, for at least a week. The peeing will help with the healing, but I still don’t want you messing around with him right away.”
Tony looked at his Master in dismay, not having thought about that particular problem.
Gibbs just nodded and put his arm around Tony’s waist. “Call me when the belt comes in.”
“You know it. Bye, Tony!”
Waving goodbye, Tony leaned on Gibbs as they left the little shop, resting his head on the other man’s shoulder. Gibbs helped him into the car and he hissed, trying unsuccessfully to get comfortable before his Master buckled him in. A lingering kiss distracted him long enough to get the buckle into place and he grimaced as Gibbs left to walk around the car to get in the driver’s side.
Once they were on the road, Gibbs took Tony’s hand and held it lightly as they drove home. When they got there, Tony’s entire lower half felt like it was on fire from the jostling of potholes and he moaned in pain as he slowly climbed out of the car. Gibbs helped him to the house and then hustled him directly to the bathroom where he started a bath. The bag that Jenny had handed over with the pamphlet was opened and a bottle filled with solution was taken out.
Gibbs measured out the right amount while Tony slowly undressed himself. Moaning in pleasure as he sank into the hot water a few minutes later, Tony relaxed completely as Gibbs knelt beside the tub and started washing him.
“You did so well, my own,” Gibbs told him. “Have you even looked at them yet?”
Surprised, Tony realized that he hadn’t and opened his eyes to do so. Not that he could see the scrotum piercing, but the ring through the front of his shaft glinted gold. It was thicker by far than the rings in his nipples and belly, which made sense if he was going to literally be led around by his dick. A thought suddenly occurred to him and Tony asked in a kind of horrified fascination, “Are you going to show me?”
Gibbs seemed startled by the suggestion and Tony mentally smacked himself for bringing it up.
After a thoughtful moment, Gibbs shook his head and answered, “Not right now. I want to keep you to myself.”
Which didn’t exclude future showings and Tony swallowed nervously at the thought.
“But that’s a conversation for another time,” Gibbs said firmly. “I want you to relax right now. Close your eyes and just float for me.”
Tony sighed deeply, closing his eyes again and relaxed under his Master’s touch. His cock and balls still throbbed, but in an almost pleasant, rhythmic fashion. The whole thing was very dreamlike and he drifted near sleep until a gentle tug brought him upright. Gibbs unstopped the tub then proceeded to dry Tony off, paying careful attention to his genitals as he patted them dry.
Shortly thereafter, Gibbs brought him into the bedroom and ordered, “Into bed. I’ll be right back.”
He climbed into bed and pulled the blankets up, yawning as he settled down for the night. It seemed a long time later that Gibbs returned and turned off the lights before joining him. He rolled over and curled up over the other man, keeping just enough space between their lower bodies that he wasn’t rubbing against any part of Gibbs.
Stroking a hand over Tony’s back, Gibbs told him, “We’re staying in tomorrow, so I want you to sleep in.”
“Mhmm…” Tony agreed, sleepy. “Love you, Master.”
Gibbs kissed the top of his head and murmured, “Love you too, my own. Sleep now.”
And Tony did.