tingreca | HARDA** AND BUBBLEBUTT

Title: Harda** and Bubblebutt

Author: Sarah B. Leonard

Fandom: NCIS

Pairings: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: NC17 (adult - explicit)
Warnings: consensual: adult spanking, BDSM, flogging, whipping
Word count: 5,000
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Authors note: That's not quite the correct title listed. I'm just being polite. I hope you like this. Please leave me feedback presents - it's my birthday!!!

Hardass and Bubblebutt
by Sarah B. Leonard

Abby’s cell phone rang.

“You got me.”

“Abby! Abby, where are you? We have to hurry!” Carol’s voice was breathless.

“I’m almost ready. I told you eight o’clock. It’s barely after seven.”

“No – change of plans! We have to go to C-10.”

“C-10? Why?”

“They just walked in. My friend, Jason. He just called me. He said those two just walked in – the two I told you about last year.”

“Wow!”

“He’s holding a table for us but we have to get there ASAP coz he can’t hold it forever.”

“I’m leaving now! I’ll slow down at your place so be ready to jump in!”

“This place is filling up fast.”

Carol looked over the club from their front row table. It was a great view – just off to the side a little but a great view of the stage. “I guess the word is out.”

“Maybe everyone was waiting for these guys to show again.” Abby also checked out the audience. “Carol, if this is as good as you say it is, I can understand.”

“I thought it was unbelievable.”

“When does it start?”

“The stage opens up at nine o’clock. The couples, or teams, each have thirty minutes for their show then they have to give up the stage to the next group. Not everyone lasts for the whole time – I guess being on display sometimes takes it out of the Sub, or sometimes the Dom. Or maybe both!”

“Thirty minutes isn’t very long.”

“Hey – for some of the audience it is. Some of them aren’t that good. I mean, how many couples - and amateur couples at that - can you watch whipping each other?”

“That’s true. It’s like watching bad singers singing bad karaoke!”

“Don’t you mean listening to?”

Abby laughed. “That too.”

“So when will the ones you told me about be on?”

“Probably last. They’re so hot everyone left right after them the last time to – you know – go home and take care of the itch. It was bad for business, I think.”

“And when is the last slot?”

“Midnight. And they get to go as long as they want – well, until closing time anyway.”

“So we have six sets to watch until the good guys?”

“Well, there should be some good ones to watch. I’m sure, since they are appearing on stage, that there is some talent there!”

“Talented BDSMers?” Abby laughed.

“Hey that reminds me – did you hear how this club was named?”

“No. How?”

“Well, the owner wanted but was refused BDSM in the name. So he added the next letter to each one – CETN – and so the logo has those letters with ‘BDSM’, just above those letters and you are expected to figure it out. See on the napkins?”

Carol held out a napkin to Abby, who peered at it closely. “Cool. And the ‘BDSM’ is in white above. I didn’t catch what the name meant until you explained it!”

“Anyone who works here is always willing to explain it. My buddy Jason was the one who told me.”

“Is there a program for tonight?”

“Abby – a program? Remember, this is like karaoke, only different!”

“I’ll say it’s different! Karaoke with whips and cuffs!”

The two ladies laughed with each other.

When Abby caught her breath again, she giggled. “Sounds like my kind of karaoke!”

The music was good and Abby swayed back and forth in her chair.

“I wish we could dance, but we’d probably lose this table.”

Carol toasted her friend with her drink. “That’s the truth. And Jason would never forgive me. We are gonna owe him big for holding this table for us.”

The lights dimmed and the conversation around them settled into an expectant hush. Jason walked onto the stage. It was only two steps higher than the main level, but with everyone sitting at tables it was easy to see.

“You get me as MC tonight,” he announced, speaking into the wireless microphone he carried. “Just so you know, C-Ten reached capacity forty-five minutes ago and for some odd reason, no one seems to want to leave.”

The crowd laughed.

“We have seven sets tonight. There are six couples and a trio, and all have been here before. Here’s the first couple. Please welcome “Harry and Ron!”

The lights came up on the stage where a tall red head and a shorter brunette started their adventure. It was pretty much a standard flogging – no real magic. Abby found herself bouncing a little in her chair, enjoying the young men on stage, who looked like they were just past the age of consent, but looking forward to something with a little more pizzazz.

The next pair was two women. They were much more graceful than the previous pair, and performed a very erotic dance along with their Dominant/Submissive act.

“Not too bad but almost too commercial,” was Carol’s comment when that pair left the stage after about 25 minutes.

“Yeah. Looked more like a ballet rehearsal than a scene.” Abby agreed. “Still, it was kinda hot.”

“If you think that was hot, wait until these guys happen.”

“Tease!”

The lights on stage were spotlighting again. Jason introduced another pair who were on stage and ready to go. This time a shapely lady with long blond curls played a Dominatrix role over a slender man with shaggy blond hair and bright blue eyes. Both of them were quite vocal and both were shining under the glow of the lights when the woman finally released his metal cuffs.

“Traditionalists?” Carol had been surprised by the metal handcuffs.

“Oh, they probably just took the pink fur off for tonight,” was Abby’s reply.

As the night went on, Abby became more interested in the show as the next two couples proved to be more into their scene together than into playing to the audience as the first three couples had. At 11:30, the lights turned a deep purple and two identical pony-tailed men pulled a cart across the stage, with a tall red-haired woman driving her two human ponies. They put on a circus pony show, with the woman acting as a ring mistress who cracked a loud whip over her two steeds. The show was more of an act, and was absolutely hysterical, with the two men jumping through hoops, performing dressage routines and ending with a precision prancing routine that turned into a gymnastics event on each other and on, of course, a pommel horse that suddenly appeared, rolled on stage by Jason. Abby and Carol were laughing loudly along with the rest of the crowd. The two studs carried their lady off on their shoulders to wild applause.

Now it was midnight. All the lights dimmed. An expectant hush fell over the audience. Jason sauntered back on the far edge of the stage, where a spotlight shined on his face.

“Ok. I know this is the couple you’ve all been waiting for. I just hope you don’t all clear out when they finish. Therefore, the management has set up a free pizza and wings buffet scheduled for one o’clock. As usual, C-10 will close at three AM. Taxis for those who need them will be available at the front door. So, here they are. Enjoy.”

A blue light shined from the back of the stage, back-lighting a lone male figure kneeling on stage, facing the audience. He was wearing tight black jeans and a long sleeve black shirt that appeared to be made of a glossy material, as the lights created a midnight blue glowing aura around him. His feet were bare. His head was bowed as he seemed to be looking down at the stage floor. The blue light shining over his hair made it appear a burgundy purplish color.

“Must be a red head,” Abby whispered to herself.

A murmur from the back of the club made Carol and Abby turn around. Striding up the center aisle was another man. The walking man was tall, slender and had a definite manner of purpose about him. His hair was very black and curiously non-reflective. He was wearing a small black cloth mask that hid his face.

“If he had a cape, he could be Zorro.” Abby whispered to Carol.

“And a sword.” Carol whispered back.

“Something tells me he’s got a sword, Carol.”

Carol grinned back at her.

The man reached the stage and climbed the two steps. He stood for a few seconds, observing the man who knelt submissively in front of him. Then he walked around behind the other man and pulled a blindfold from his back pocket. After a light caress over the head of the kneeling man he secured the blindfold around his head, tying it in back.

The club was barely lit, perhaps on purpose, so the two men were mysteriously unidentifiable. The only light on stage was the blue light behind them. The whole set up gave Abby a tingly and sexy feeling. Already, this was super hot.

The black haired man walked to stand in front of the kneeling man. Abby and Carol had a view of them now over the master’s left shoulder – perfect to see both of them. Now a small blue light appeared on the back of the standing man. It grew in size until it lit an area about the size of the man’s back. The lights coming from the rear of the stage dimmed until they were barely visible.

The tall man reached in toward the kneeling man, and unbuttoned the top button of the other’s shirt. Then the second. When he had the whole front unbuttoned he pulled the shirt open, baring the other’s chest. A thick leather collar with silver studs became visible, the studs reflecting the blue of the lights.

The tall man’s mouth moved, but they couldn’t hear anything. However, the other man did because he lifted one arm up toward his master. The master held his hand for just a second, then slowly unbuttoned the cuff at his submissive’s wrist. He let the arm back down. Another word and the other arm was lifted, the second shirt cuff unbuttoned by the master. The black haired man walked around behind his submissive and pulled the shirt off, forcing his bottom’s arms back with the maneuver. Now the kneeling man’s chest was bared to the audience. Wide leather cuffs were revealed already in place around his wrists.

The master dropped the shirt to the floor. He reached around behind him and suddenly, moving very fast, struck the submissive a powerful blow across his back with a flogger that he must have had hidden. The struck man’s head jerked up slightly. He apparently hadn’t been expecting that. He slowly lowered his head back into the correct position. His chest was moving rapidly for a few seconds until he regained control of himself.

Now the master secured his submissive’s wrists together behind his back. He stepped away from him for a moment then did a slow stroll around the kneeling man. When he completed the circle he stopped behind him again and spoke. His submissive moved his body around but remained on his knees, ending with his back to the audience. His master strolled to the other side and kicked his boy’s bare feet further apart. The submissive visibly straightened, then spread his knees further apart on the stage floor.

The flogging began in earnest. The only light was shining blue on the naked back. The remaining portions of the two men were in shadow, barely visible, back lit silhouettes. It added to the mystery. Only the bare back, the sudden glimpses of the dark fronds of the flogger on that back and the cuffed wrists of the submissive were visible in the blue light. The blows were even, regular and strong. The club was so quiet that the blows echoed over the audience.

Now the master began to walk slowly around his target. The flogger kissed his shoulder, then across his bared chest, then an upper arm. He covered the sides and front of his submissive with short sharp sounding strikes. He returned to his back. The rhythm changed, now slower and deeper, almost as if the master was stroking deep into his submissive rather than stroking across his flesh.

“This is so hot.” Carol whispered again to Abby.

“I wish we could see more of them.” Abby said.

“Oh, they’re probably ugly under those masks.”

“No way, Carol. Those guys are so sexy. I’m sure of it.”

The master stood in front of his submissive now, very close to his bowed head. His lips moved in yet another unheard word, at least unheard by the audience. The kneeling man lifted his head and pressed his lips on his master’s crotch. Then he bowed his head again. The master placed his hand on his submissive’s head for a few seconds, curling his fingers in the dark red hair. He opened his hand, moved it to under the kneeling man’s chin and drew his head up. His lips moved again, one word. The submissive stood, his master’s hand following him up. He kept his head bowed, even while his master leaned over to him and gently kissed him on the lips, after moving his hand to the back of his victim’s neck.

Abby squirmed in her seat.

Carol whispered to her. “Told ya.”

When the kiss ended, the sub’s head bowed low again. The master walked, slowly, around him, trailing one finger tip on the bare flesh just below his shoulders. Even in the low light, the submissive’s shivered response was visible, at least to those in the front row.

Returning to the front of the half naked man, whose back was still facing the crowd, the master bent over a little and reached now for his submissive’s waist. He unbuttoned the waistband then very slowly lowered the zipper. When it was down, he reached both hands into his submissive’s pants, spread them open and lowered the jeans, baring the submissive’s ass to the spectators. He pushed the jeans down to the other man’s knees, then reached back up and held onto his arms, which were still secured behind his back. The man being undressed leaned into the offered support and lifted first one leg, then the other out of his jeans. Now he was almost naked, except for a thin article of leather that covered his genitals, disappeared through his legs, appeared again at the top of his ass cheeks and made a thin line visible at his waist.

“Damn.” Abby whispered. “Damn anti-nudity laws.”

“I know.” Carol sighed. “Double damn.”

“Nice ass though.”

“Yeah. Nice and bubbly.”

“Bubbly?” Abby glanced over at her friend. “Did you just say ‘bubbly’?”

“Yeah. You know – I’ll bet it like … wiggles when you swat it.”

“You swatted a lot of bubbly asses lately?” Abby asked.

“Shh. Watch.” Carol turned back to the stage, smirking.

Now the master was securing his submissive’s wrist cuffs to something high and out of sight in the darkness. Arms raised and spread, head still down, the blue lights centered again on his bare back, then spread a little wider in diameter to illuminate the submissive’s ass.

“Thanks!”

Someone in the audience spoke the word loudly and there was a corresponding chuckle that rolled through the crowd.

The nearly naked body shone a slightly darker color than earlier, evidence of a thorough flogging that had changed the color of his skin. The master picked up the flogger again. He touched the bottom’s shoulder, ran a hand down his back and cupped one of the ass cheeks firmly. He squeezed, hard enough that the submissive clenched his ass in response. The master applied two quick taps with the flat of his hand to the same area. He stepped back, still out of the light but to one side and the flogger was again visible in the blue light. The flogger left the circle of light then showed up suddenly striking the same butt cheek. Again and again the flogger showed up in the light, striking the butt of the submissive. Higher, lower, tops of the thighs – every surface of the man’s lower back, ass and thighs changed color as the flogger made its strobe light like appearances. Soft moans could now be heard coming from the submissive as the implement struck his body.

The master walked in front of the secured man, which took him away from the audience, shielded from view by the body being held there. Then the flogger appeared again, spread across the other cheek. Repeating what had happened on the other side, the flogger flashed in and out of the light, visibly changing the color of the flesh. When the second side matched the first, the flogger disappeared. The bottom stood there, moaning softly, as a hand appeared. The hand squeezed the second cheek and then tapped it twice with the flat palm, just as the first side had been treated.

“I approve of the symmetry.” Carol whispered to Abby.

“I approve of it all – I can’t believe how sexy this is. You were so right about these two.”

“I know. And they are even better this time than they were last year.”

“Do we get to see who they are?”

“I don’t think so. We didn’t last time.”

“So hot.”

Abby squirmed on her chair again. She was feeling the heat now, too.

A gasp took her attention back to the stage. There was a stripe angled across the left shoulder of the submissive. Another stripe appeared after the flash of a leather strand. Then a third angled across his back. Each one was equidistant from the last, lower down his back.

A pause was followed by another flash of leather and another stripe, angled on the other side and perpendicular to the first three. Two more followed. By now a murmur slipped through the audience.

“Amazing – he’s whipping a grid over him!” Carol grabbed Abby’s hand on the top of their table.

In groups of three, the stripes continued. One side, then the other, working their way lower with only glimpses of the whip, the marks remaining behind on the naked flesh. The master stayed out of the light; only his hand was sometimes visible, holding the signal whip – the whip that continued to strike his bound and blindfolded submissive.

The submissive did more than moan now. A wordless shout escaped him. He squirmed for a moment. The leather whip waited for his symbol of submission to return. When he bowed his head, the whip bit again. Another shout but this time he kept his head down and took the blow without moving.

His back and shoulders moved as his breathing became more visible, as he took deeper breaths. He made a sound with almost every stripe now, but he wasn’t yelling any more. It was more of a grunt. The grid spread down to his ass now, a decoration of stripes across naked flesh. Still in threes, three stripes on one side, three on the other. A pause between while the master moved to the other side, a black shadow flitting across the far edge of the stage, almost invisible.

The sounds were intimate. The sharp strike of the leather whip cracked over the audience. Other than the whipped man’s gasps, that was the only sound. The crowd was held in awe, silent, completely enthralled by the display they were watching.

The grid was complete, all the way from the naked man’s shoulders down his back, over his ass, and across his thighs to his knees. It was perfect in its precision. One inch wide red bordered diamonds now patterned his flesh. He shook his head. His body rippled once as he arched his back, perhaps relieving the pressure on his shoulders.

A hand appeared at the back of his head as his master stood directly in front of him. His head lifted just a bit as the light shining on him decreased, getting smaller in diameter until it illuminated only the back of the hand on the submissive’s head. The hand petted the man’s hair, stroking down twice from the top of his head down the back of the submissive’s neck and the light vanished, leaving the stage in total darkness.

“Wow!” Abby breathed out the word, totally lost in the moment.

“That was amazing!” Carol took a deep breath. “I need a cold drink.”

“Yeah. Lot’s of ice needed here.” She caught the eye of their waiter and pointed to their empty glasses. He nodded and disappeared.

Slowly the lights came up. The stage was empty. Jason jumped on from the back, still clapping, as was the majority of the audience.

“Don’t forget – free pizza and wings coming up in five minutes!” he announced.

“Too bad Tony’s not here. He’d love free pizza.” Abby grinned at Carol.

“I love free pizza!”

“So we’re staying?”

“I think so. And I really want that cold drink and here it comes.”

“Great. I’ll go grab some pizza for both of us.”

“I’ll guard the drinks.”

Carol grabbed hers and took a sip as Abby stood, then turned in the direction of the smell of pizza.

“Against the wall, Boy.”

The patterned flesh showed bright red now, in the glaring white lights of the dressing room.

Tony stretched himself out, extending his arms against the wall, still breathing heavily from the high of the on stage adventure. A hand reached around him and removed first the blindfold and then the leather g-string.

Tony groaned as his imprisoned cock was set free. He desperately needed to come but knew that if he held out the rewards would be greater. And, Gibbs was the dominant. Tony’s pleasure was dependant upon him serving his master, even if this day was special.

“Too bad you have to wear that, but then I’m not sure I’d want any more of you on display.”

“May I speak, Master?”

“You may.”

“We must thank the lighting crew. They did well - 0h!”

Gibbs chuckled. He knew the “Oh!” was because two of his lubricated fingers had just entered Tony’s ass. “Did you enjoy your birthday present?”

“That was fantastic. But I’m looking forward to more of it.”

Tony relaxed around the fingers as they stretched him. He dropped his forehead against the wall and stuck his ass out further in invitation. The fingers increased their pressure and he couldn’t hold back another pleased groan.

“So greedy!” Gibbs pushed his fingers in deeper and added a third. “What if that’s all I had to give you, Birthday Boy?”

“More, please … please, Master.” Tony was panting already.

He heard the sound of a zipper and of cloth rustling and knew Gibbs was unwrapping the rest of his present.

A soft voice growled in his ear as the fingers were twisted in his hole.

“Maybe I should make you just blow out the candle…” Gibbs emphasized the “blow” and Tony groaned at his bad joke.

“Please, I need you in me now.”

“Don’t want a birthday spanking first?”

“Giiiiiiiiiiiibbbbbbsssss…”

Gibbs centered himself behind the begging man and entered him in one eager thrust. Tony leaned back into the other man. He loved the knowledge that a fully clothed Gibbs was taking him naked. He could feel the silky cloth of Gibbs’s black shirt against his tenderized ass, contrasted with the coarseness of the jeans rubbing against his thighs. Gibbs grabbed onto Tony’s hips for a good hold and pulled almost all the way out then pushed back in hard.

Tony moaned again. His skin was so alive from the whipping that every motion, every touch was accentuated. The slap of Gibbs against his marked ass was acute and exquisite. Plus, the thrill of having strangers watch him accepting Gibbs’s whip marks – all of these had built to a grand crescendo in his mind. He wasn’t going to last very long.

“Hold on there, Bubblebutt.”

Gibbs reached around Tony and grabbed his cock. He slowed down his own rhythm and made Tony groan pathetically as his orgasm was refused.

“Serve me first, Boy. Then you.”

“Take me … use me.”

Tony actually enjoyed Gibbs showing his masterful side. He pushed back eagerly and squeezed hard on the cock that was tantalizing him then leaned forward into the wall, gasping and groaning.

Gibbs brought up the tempo again, now ready to take his pleasure and then allow Tony his. Harder and faster he powered his thrusts as he gripped Tony’s hips with strong fingers, knowing he would find bruises matching his fingers on Tony’s skin in the near future. His own gasps became the louder of the two men’s cries until he pulled Tony hard against him and held him in a vise as he climaxed. He felt the contractions of his bottom’s climax start just as his own finished. He rested his weight against Tony, forcing the younger man to feel him pressed against his grid marked body.

“Oh, so good.” Tony sighed his pleasure.

Tony gasped as Gibbs pulled out of his channel. Gibbs swung his hand down and smacked Tony’s ass hard, making him jump.

“Up for a birthday spanking now, Tony?”

Gibbs slapped the red ass a few more times as Tony squeaked with each blow. But he was eager for any attention from his lover. His fingers scrabbled against the wall as he held on and pushed his sore ass out for more. Gibbs smacked him over and over, laughing at Tony’s noises.

“Sixteen, twenty-three, twelve, nineteen…” Gibbs recited a strange birthday count, knowing Tony loved the spanking and would appreciate the joke. Besides, it let him spank as much as he wanted to spank.

“One hundred twelve, three, nine…” The swats continued as Tony started to yell.

“And one more to grow on…”

Thwap!

Gibbs swung the birthday boy around and grabbed him in a fierce hug. His lips pressed against the taller man’s, his tongue pressed in for a taste. Tony melted against him.

“Now put your clothes on and let’s go home, DiNozzo. I can’t wait to get this black hairspray out of my hair.”

“I’ll wash mine out Sunday night. I want to stay red for the weekend. Oh – if that’s OK with you.”

“You know how I am about red heads, DiNozzo.”

“I can only hope, Boss.”

Tony flashed a cheeky grin at his lover, which earned him another butt swat.

A few minutes later a car drove away from the club. Jethro Gibbs drove it, but not in his usual wild fashion. There was, after all, a person lying across the back seat and he didn’t want him to fall off.

“You OK back there, Tony?”

“Fine, mostly.”

“Back hurt?”

“No, that’s …well, that hurts good, Master.”

Gibbs grinned. “We’re not on stage now, Tony.”

“OK. It hurts good, Boss.”

“Then what’s your problem, Bubblebutt?”

“I’m hungry. I could have gone for some of that pizza.”

“We’ve got pizza at home.”

“Yeah, I know. But that smelled really good. Can we get some next time?”

“That’s a year from now, if I agree to do all this again.”

“You will. It’s what I’ll always ask for now, for my birthday. Last year was good and this year was incredible. Absolutely freakin’ incredible.”

“You are assuming that I’ll give you a choice for your gift next year?”

“You have to, Boss. I just thought of the perfect name for our act next year.”

“Our act? Our act, DiNozzo?”

“Oh, you know what I mean, Boss.”

“OK.” Gibbs sighed. “Dare I ask what the name is?”

“Bubblebutt and Hardass.”

“No good, DiNozzo.”

“Why not, Boss?”

“Coz I’m the Master. I get to come first.”

“You always do, Boss. You always do.”

Monday morning, Tony strolled down to Abby’s lab.

“Did you have a good weekend, Goth Girl?” he asked.

“Yeah I did. Went out with my friend Carol on one night. Hey – that was your birthday! How was your birthday?”

“Great.”

“What did you do?”

“Oh, Gibbs took me out to a show.”

“Wow – you went out with Gibbs?”

“Yeah.”

“Gibbs? Our Gibbs? Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs?”

Tony laughed. “Yes, our Gibbs.”

Abby took a drink from her ever-present Caf-Pow.

“What show did you see?”

“Oh, just an amateur night at a club.”

“What club?”

Tony was grinning but he wondered how much Abby knew of all the local clubs. Did she know about this one? And what happened there on Friday nights?

“It’s called “C-Ten.”

“I was there too! We saw this amazing show Friday night.”

“Oh?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows. “You and Carol, huh?”

“Oh?” Abby returned the look. “You and Gibbs, huh?”

Tony laughed it off.

“Were you there Friday? They had that amazing couple at the end- is that what you saw?”

“Um … no. We … uh … didn’t see them. Were they any good?”

“They were fantastic! Really really hot! And you missed it?”

“Um…” Tony wondered how he could get out of this conversation.

“But I suppose that isn’t really Gibbs’s thing…”

“No, I suppose not.”

“You should have seen this guy’s ass though. Carol called it a ‘bubblebutt’.”

Tony suddenly blushed. “Yeah, well, a guy’s ass, Abby.”

Abby giggled. “Yeah, maybe not. So, are we still on for lunch, barring an announcement of ‘dead petty officer’ from Gibbs?” She did the ‘dead petty officer’ in her imitation of Gibbs’s voice.

“Sounds good to me, Abs.” He answered with his Gibbs voice and tweaked a pony tail.

Tony grinned and turned away, heading for the lab door. The light above him caught a very faint highlight in his hair, almost a burgundy purplish color.

Abby gasped and looked down his body as he walked away. Surprisingly, she thought she recognized a certain ass. Her Caf-Pow dropped from her hand and landed with a splash.

“Bubblebutt … and Gibbs,” she whispered. “Tony, your secret identities are safe with me. Promise.”

(the end)