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Title: Restrained
By: nancy
Pairing: Tony/Gibbs
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: R
Warnings: BDSM
Summary: Gibbs wants Tony to show a little more restraint.

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It was completely insane and Tony couldn't believe that he was doing it. He shifted uncomfortably, but then stopped, not wanting to draw attention to himself. It wasn't like anyone had x-ray vision to see through his clothes, after all. No one knew that his ass was split by a plug that was held in place by a chastity belt of all things, or that his cock was being restrained by a plastic device that kept him soft.

Well, no one but Gibbs.

Tony started to lean against the desk where he was waiting, but caught himself at the last second and straightened abruptly.

"What is wrong with you today?" Kate demanded, pinning him with a curious look.

Giving her a weak grin, Tony answered, "Must be the full moon."

"For ten days straight?"

"Just the sensitive type, I guess."

"That's one word for you."

Tony opened his mouth to get a little bitchier when Gibbs smacked him upside the back of the head by way of joining them.

"What do we have?" Gibbs growled, pinning Tony with The Look.

Subsiding with a sigh, Tony did his best to look professional and simultaneously pleading, but Kate was Gibbs' focus now. The coffee decided to hit just then and he grimaced as his bladder made itself felt. Kate finally finished her rundown of the new information and Tony squirmed a little trying his best to hold it until a time when there was privacy enough to ask permission.

"See what Abby has for us," Gibbs ordered Kate.

She nodded and, with another curious look at Tony, headed over to her desk to call Abby.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Tony asked quietly, "Please, Master, may I use the bathroom?"

Gibbs eyed him for a moment, then told him, "When you're finished, go see if Ducky's done."

Tony nodded and hurried to the bathroom before Gibbs could change his mind. He'd been in the doghouse for ten days now and had no idea how long it was going to continue. All he could do was pray that it wouldn't be that much longer. Gibbs' idea of learning to control himself was driving him crazy.

Safe in the bathroom stall, he glared at the plastic the covered his cock and the small, plastic lock that made sure he couldn't take it off. He didn't technically have to sit down to pee, but he sure as hell wasn't going to risk anyone seeing him with the damn thing on, especially not at work. It didn't take long to take care of business and he sighed as he washed his hands, giving himself a pitiful look as he ordered, "Next time, keep your damn hands to yourself and you won't have to worry about this."

Jerking off without permission was a serious boo-boo. Something that he'd known, but hadn't really known, because they'd discussed limits and rules, but things were still new enough between them that some rules hadn't been explicitly spelled out.

Well they're damn sure spelled out now, aren't they? Tony thought, somewhat scathing as he left the bathroom.

Ducky, it turned out, was nowhere to be found when Tony got to the morgue. Neither was Palmer, which was something of a blessing as the kid got on Tony's nerves in a way no one else could.

"In here, DiNozzo."

Even as startled as he was by Gibbs' order, Tony instantly obeyed and walked to Ducky's office. The other man waited there, arms crossed over his chest and looking more forbidding than Tony had seen in, well, ten days. "Yes, Master?"

"On your knees, boy."

Tony dropped without hesitation. Worrying about security cameras or people walking in on them was Gibbs' job, all Tony had to do was obey.

Looking down at him, Gibbs laced his fingers tight through Tony's hair and pulled his head back. "Tell me why I should continue to let you work when you're not even trying?"

Alarmed, Tony just gaped at him a moment before exclaimed, "I'm sorry, Master, I'll do better, I promise!"

Gibbs squinted down at him, as if trying to determine his level of sincerity, then announced softly, "If you give Kate any more reason to ask if you're all right, we're going to seriously revisit this conversation with an outcome that you're not going to like. Understood?"

"Yes, Master," Tony whispered, tears sparking even as he struggled not to let them fall.

"Get up and go do your job."

Tony scrambled to his feet when his hair was released and hurried out of the morgue.

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His ass was blisteringly hot as the paddle continued to pound on his bare skin. He'd completely lost track of everything and had no idea when that had happened, nor did he really care. This was what he deserved, what he needed, to be sprawled over the bed while his Master paddled his ass raw. His cock kept trying to get hard and kept failing, trapped in the plastic device that had been his constant companion for the last two weeks.

When the spanking finally stopped and he was rolled onto his back, all he could do was stare up at the man who owned him, body and soul, while tears of pain and pleasure leaked slowly from his eyes.

"So beautiful like this," his Master whispered, licking his lips. "Gleaming with sweat, trembling for me. Does it hurt, my boy?"

He nodded, breath catching in his throat, and he struggled to find words. A single hand over his lips stopped the struggle and he sighed gratefully.

The hand shifted up to push damp bangs from his forehead and then caressed his cheek. "So pretty, my own, so wild and unpredictable. I'm not trying to break you, pretty one, just trying to make you a little more...restrained...to think before you act. Do you understand?"

Nodding again, he stared back into the piercing blue eyes and breathed, "Thank you, Master."

His Master groaned in something like desperate need, hauling his legs up and over his shoulders, pushing into him only a second later. The pain felt so good, stretching him open with a slow, deep ache that he'd craved for so long. The slow didn't last, but the burning did, hot, hard cock fucking him for an eternity as the need grew in the normally unreadable face of his Master. His hands clamped down on the edge of the mattress to keep himself in place while the other man rutted deep into his ass.

With a violent shuddering, his Master came, pressing down on him, digging his cock in as far as it would go and spilling inside. Moaning his release, his Master lay on him, panting and regaining his breath for a few minutes. It was a few minutes after that before his Master slowly withdrew from his body, cock slick with come to dribble down his ass.

Looking down at him, his Master asked softly, "Who are you?"

It didn't even require thought.

"Yours."

The smile that spread over his Master's face was a beautiful thing and he sighed in contentment, drifting deeper.

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