BECAUSE OF THIS (2/4)

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Title: Because of This 
Author: Sarah B. Leonard
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo, Trainer/DiNozzo, (later chapters: OMC/DiNozzo, OFC/DiNozzo, dub-con) 
Rating: adult  NC-17 (explicit) with BDSM, some darkness, angst 
Wordcount: 33,333 divided in 4 parts
Spoilers: some mentioned, but not too serious
Warning:  m/m sex, one scene of m/m/m, flogging,
Summary:  Tony has learned about what he needs but where will he look to find it?  
Beta by:  murgy31  but I claim all the mistakes 
Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No copyright infringement is intended.
Authors notes:  This story is complete.  It will be posted in four sections (provided LJ and I get along...) in four days. 

At the end, there will be a quiz, unless someone notices and mentions it ..... 

 

(several days later)

(On) 

“One long horrible week. That last week was hell, Duck. I know I gave you a little every day – I am keeping my promise. But each day was terrible. Dead petty officers. Kidnapped wives. Gun runners. Eight days of constant shit. I have to say I was proud of my team – you, Abby and Palmer included. You all gave 110%. I should hand you all medals. The only case we haven’t solved is the two AWOL marines, and we have no clues on that one. None at all. Until we get some hint, they could be anywhere.

I slept all day today. Took the day off and told my team yesterday the three day holiday weekend was by my tally, four. I added Friday. And my team is last on call this weekend, so we should have four days to recover, unless we get a clue on the missing persons. I don’t like being off while a case is on but Vance was adamant. 

Woke up to eat, poured and swallowed a drink and now I’m going back to bed. But I haven’t missed a day yet recording for you. So here was today.”

(Off)

Saturday morning, Gibbs woke up finally feeling human again. He rolled over and realized he was truly feeling much better. He hadn’t woken in this specific condition for a long time. As he took care of the condition, deciding to fix that before he visited the bathroom, he wondered if what Tony had been doing for him recently was the contributing factor. Thoughts of Tony took him to a satisfying conclusion.

In the shower, he decided that a three day weekend with the boat would be extremely relaxing. There was a fresh bottle of bourbon to go through and pleasant memories of the golden flesh pressed against his boat if he felt like indulging in something besides just bourbon. His hand was still in working order, even though the most memorable events lately had been with Tony’s participation.

What was up with that anyway? The collar? The cuffs? And that spanking? Gawd, that spanking. Now that was an unusual event and one, he admitted, that he would love to experience again. The strength he’d felt, hearing Tony’s cries. And they had been encouraging cries, not pained or tortured yells. DiNozzo had been egging him on the whole time, as if Tony was enjoying being spanked as much or more than he’d enjoyed swatting that wiggling butt. 

He turned the shower water cooler, on purpose. Settle down there, Marine. Just because it had happened didn’t mean it was going to keep happening. Maybe DiNozzo had picked up on his funk just as Ducky had. They couldn’t be ganging up on him on purpose. Could they?

Gibbs laughed at that thought. Those were the two men in his life that he cared the most about and to imagine that they were plotting something was unreasonable. Truly unreasonable.

While he shaved – he made himself shave every day now – his thoughts turned to breakfast. He hadn’t eaten since early morning yesterday. He’d been too tired to eat. But he sure must be hungry. It was almost like he could already smell coffee.

Wait a minute. He could smell coffee. 

Gibbs grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist. Then a smaller towel to clean the foam remnants from his chin as he walked into his kitchen. But apparently it wasn’t only his kitchen.

“What are you doing here, DiNozzo?”

Tony reached around and grabbed the mug on the counter. He filled it from the decanter and handed it to his boss, arching up his eyebrows as he glanced up and down Gibb’s scantily clad body.

“Making breakfast. G’morning to you, too.”

Well, for a change he was wearing shoes. Sweats and a cut off sweatshirt. No collar or cuffs visible. Bare arms, open neck. Gibbs looked him up and down as he sipped from the mug. Maybe almost too much skin showing, with the line of thought he’d been running all morning.

“You’ve never made me breakfast before. What’s the occasion?”

“Long weekend? I thought we could work on your boat, or watch some movies together.” 

DiNozzo scooped up some scrambled eggs onto a plate and set it on the table. There was a platter of hash browns and bacon already there. Toast popped in the toaster.

Gibbs sat at the table.

“I don’t have a player.”

“I brought mine.” DiNozzo sat opposite him. “And a Redford selection. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, The Sting, Electric Horseman, Three Days of the Condor… got a whole collection. And some odds and ends – The Great Escape, M*A*S*H, Mosquito Squadron.”

“You planning on spending the whole three days here?”

Tony just grinned at him and stuffed a forkful of eggs in his mouth.

Well, if anything, DiNozzo was always amusing. And maybe, just maybe, those early morning thoughts he’d had would be revisited.

They worked on the boat for a few hours, broke for a lunch of soup and sandwiches, and ended up back downstairs. Several hours later, they took a break from the boat. Tony had been chattering on about the movies he had with him until Gibbs decided his arms had had enough drilling and sanding. Movies it would be.

Gibbs decided on Chinese take-out after promising Tony that he could choose pizza the next day.  He sent him up to shower off the sawdust while he made the call. When Tony came down, barefoot and smelling of shampoo and soap, Gibbs went up to wash the dust off as well.

The food was eaten and the first movie was rolling to the end as the horse ran joyfully toward his new herd when there was a knock on the front door.

“Shit!” Tony gasped and ran out of the room.

“DiNozzo!” Gibbs looked over his shoulder at the strange disappearance of his agent as he answered the door.

“Ducky. What are you doing here? Is everything OK?”

“Why yes, Jethro. Everything is satisfactory. Were you not warned of my arrival?”

Gibbs gestured his Medical Examiner inside, noticing he was carrying his medical bag.

“Uh, no. DiNozzo is here but he never said anything about expecting you.”

Ducky walked past him, placed his bag on the floor near the couch and sat down.

“He was instructed to inform you. He will have to be punished for his disobedience.” 

Ducky frowned up at Gibbs. 

“Well, Duck, I don’t think that … uh.”

Gibbs stopped speaking because DiNozzo had just scrambled back into the room. Naked. Except for that damned collar and cuffs set again. As soon as he saw Ducky, he dropped to his knees and bowed his head.

Gibbs looked at him, then back at Ducky, who was still frowning, then back at DiNozzo. Finally, he just dropped into his chair. Ducky didn’t seem at all surprised by Tony’s unclothed state or unusual attire.

“Will somebody please tell me what the hell is going on?” Gibbs asked.

“Anthony,” Ducky spoke first. “You do not have permission to speak. Jethro, I will explain what Anthony was instructed to explain to you. Have you ever heard of Dominants and Submissives? Of BDSM?”

While Ducky spoke, Gibbs listened. His gaze shifted from DiNozzo, kneeling perfectly still except for his breathing, back to Ducky, who continued to discuss terms like ‘submission’, ‘subspace’ and ‘master.’

“So, Duck, you are telling me you are DiNozzo’s ‘Master’?” Gibbs asked.

“Albeit temporarily. More correctly, perhaps, I have been his trainer.”

“How did you … so you two have been …?” Gibbs felt a moment of jealousy, imagining DiNozzo pleasuring the older man the way he had recently been treated. He couldn’t even complete the question; there was so much he needed to know.

“Anthony and I recognized each other at a club that I frequent, called Innuendo. Auspiciously it was his first visit, so I agreed to take him under my wing. I admit I almost had to fight off several other interested parties – he is an attractive lad.”

Gibbs swallowed and nodded his agreement.

“Fortunately, I am now known as more of an instructor than a competitor and, when Anthony expressed his desire to accompany me, the majority of the other parties backed off in deference to my seniority at the club.”

Ducky looked over at the kneeling man.

“He is somewhat fortunate that I was there that evening. The most senior member after me was not someone I would want an associate to, ah, accompany.”

“But you’ve been telling me about all these rules? Safe, sane and consensual? Would someone have hurt him?”

“A brand new submissive is easily damaged, even by an experienced Master.” Ducky met Gibbs’s stare. “There are some there whose methods of indoctrination I do not wholly approve. And this person … no I do not approve of his methods.”

Gibbs sighed. He heard and seen some strange things in his life, but this was astonishing. His old friend, who he thought he knew intimately, a ‘Master’ and his second, his very special agent, a ‘Submissive.’

“Is he gonna kneel there all night?”

“He had better not move from that position until I give my express permission.” Ducky’s eyes traveled over to DiNozzo again. “He is in serious trouble.”

A sigh was heard from DiNozzo’s direction.

“You see, Jethro, I had instructed him to provide you with this information, so you could make your decision before I arrived.”

“My decision?”

“Yes, my dear Jethro. You see, Anthony wishes me to train you to be his master.”

Gibbs, who had been leaning forward listening to Ducky talk, sat back in surprise.

“His ‘Master’? Me? He …’Master’?”

“Yes.” Ducky leaned over and put his hand on his friend’s knee. “He wishes you to be the Dominant to his submissive. I believe it is a logical choice, since he already so clearly follows your lead.”

“He wants me to be his m…  And this includes more sex? ” 

“Well, we have not specifically discussed that side of the equation, Jethro, but the submissive partner in this type of relationship is most often the ‘bottom’ of a male to male pairing, providing the males are sexually active together.”

Gibbs stared at Ducky. 

“So, Jethro, do you require additional time or have you discerned your decision?” Ducky smiled, almost shyly, at his friend.

Now Gibbs looked over at DiNozzo. He could tell he was listening to the conversation, and swallowing in a nervous manner. 

“One question, first, Ducky. Is this a 24/7 thing or can DiNozzo still think for himself?”

“Ah. That is an excellent question, Jethro.” Ducky looked back at the kneeling man. “You have observed, I am sure, the collar and cuffs that he wears? That is one of my rules that I have imposed upon Anthony, as far as our relationship and yours, should you so choose. When in submissive mode, he is to wear those symbols of his submission to your dominance. Subsequently, when he is not so attired, he is his own independent self. I hoped this would allow a distinct difference and immediate awareness during working or emergency situations.”

“Un huh.”

“It would not do, for example, for him to kneel at your desk when you speak to him in the bullpen or to bow his head in response to your “Clear” while entering a dangerous situation.” Ducky chuckled at the image he portrayed.

“Is it working for you, Tony?” Gibbs asked.

“Anthony, you may speak. Do you find the collar and cuffs an appropriate reminder of your immediate situation?”

“Yes, Master. They are snug enough that I can always feel if they’re on or not. I am aware of them.” Tony’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

“And you believe that you would not be tempted to enter subspace at an inappropriate moment?”

“No, Master. And I do understand your lesson now.” Tony kept his head bowed as he answered.

“Lesson?” Gibbs asked.

“That is in the past now, Boy, and you have been punished and forgiven.” Looking over at Gibbs, Ducky explained. “Anthony submitted to you without his symbols in place, when he accepted your spanking. He was subsequently punished for his indiscretion to reinforce his understanding of the symbolism.”

“Oh.” Gibbs’s blue eyes blinked rapidly as he absorbed more information.

“Normally, our relationship with each other would not be open for discussion.” Gibbs recognized Ducky’s teaching tones. “However, I am making an exception in this case, to expand your understanding of what we are throwing your way, Jethro.”

“Uh. Thanks.”

“So, again, Jethro. Do you have an answer or do you require additional information?” Ducky raised his eyebrows in query.

“Tony? This is what you want?”

Tony looked over at Ducky. Ducky nodded at him.

“Yes, M… I … uh … don’t know what to call you but yes. It’s what I want very much, if you want it.” 

His green eyes bored into Gibbs’s blue eyes. Ducky almost felt the solidity of their gaze and knew, before he said anything, what his friend’s answer would be.

“Then start me up, Ducky. Let’s do this.” 

He hadn’t moved his gaze but DiNozzo slowly lowered his.

“Anthony, you may no longer speak.” Ducky gestured for Gibbs to stand. “If you are certain, Jethro, then let us examine your new acquisition.”

The two men walked over to the kneeling man. 

“This is a waiting posture, Jethro. His hands on his thighs, his derriere resting on his heels, head down.” 

Ducky began explaining the various positions that he had taught Tony. The two discussed the nude man as if he were a piece of art, or an unusual sculpture. Tony listened to every word and cooperated with everything Ducky asked him to demonstrate. It didn’t take more than a few minutes of demonstration combined with their touches before he was fully erect. Ducky took him in hand, guiding him to stand on the coffee table, hands linked behind his waist. 

“Close your eyes, Anthony. Hold perfectly still. We will be penetrating you shortly.”

Ducky went to find his bag, explaining that one didn’t ever need to explain anything to one’s submissive, but he always felt it was polite. Gibbs, still mildly in shock over the whole situation, grinned.

“I never have explained it all to DiNozzo, so he should be used to that.”

Ducky pulled lube, butt plugs and several other objects from his bag. He casually handed several over to Gibbs. 

“Is there anything you wish to try?”

“Duck! This is all new to me. Just show me!”

Ducky went into another of his detailed explanations of the internal male anatomy, the entrance of which was guarded by an anus. DiNozzo bent over at his trainer’s command and again, Gibbs watched as DiNozzo’s flesh reddened, but this time by his blush as his opening was penetrated by a collection of various objects, all accompanied by Ducky’s explanations. Ducky treated everything with a seriousness that surprised Gibbs, until he decided that Ducky was slightly disarmed by the whole situation as well. After all, not only DiNozzo was naked; Ducky was baring his own life style that he had previously hidden from Gibbs.

Finally, Gibbs offered everyone drinks.

“Water only, please. Anthony will serve us,” Ducky decreed.

DiNozzo stood up from his bent over position, stepped down from the make shift stage and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Tomorrow, Jethro, we will venture into more interesting venues. How much do you know about flogging?”

“Flogging?”

Ducky smiled. “Anthony loves being flogged. It is fascinating to watch him. His reactions are so very expressive.”

“Flogged. He loves being flogged.” Gibbs repeated the word.

“Yes. Have you not experienced his enthusiasm during a recent impromptu spanking?” Ducky asked.

“Yeah. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but he seemed to enjoy it.”

“As did you?”

“I did.”

“I believe that you will fully enjoy your new relationship with him.”

“Yeah, Duck. I think I will.” 

Gibbs smiled as the naked man appeared, carrying two frosty glasses of water, which he presented to Gibbs and Ducky. Ducky drank most of his, then handed the remainder to the submissive.

“You may finish it, Boy.” Tony drank it down.

Ducky looked up at him, the tall strong young man standing, head bowed, in front of him.

“Jethro, enough education for one night. Now, a little entertainment from our boy, I think.”

Ducky sat back in the chair he had been using earlier. Tony, a slight grin on his face, immediately moved to kneel in front of him. He reached for the waistband of Ducky’s pants and eagerly opened them up. Gibbs stood somewhat surprised as Ducky actually caught his eye and winked at him.

“You can either wait your turn, Jethro, or make use of Anthony as he pleases me. I’m sure he would enjoy the role of filling in a sandwich.” Ducky sighed as Tony licked a wide swath across the top of the older man’s penis. “You will find a selection of condoms in my bag.”

Gibbs had a difficult decision. Watching his ‘new acquisition’ entertain his friend was hot. Ducky had closed his eyes. The expression on his softly smiling face was incredible to behold. Gibbs had just a moment’s worry about depriving him of that pleasure in his future. But then, quite deliberately he was sure, Tony wiggled his ass at him and he couldn’t resist. The condom went on.

Gibbs knew Tony had been well lubricated with the demonstrations of all the plugs and dildos and the anatomy lessons earlier. He wasted no time in grabbing hold of his submissive’s hips and entering his heat. He controlled his desire to pound into him, totally aware as he looked over at Tony’s head as he sucked and moaned his enthusiasm, eagerly swirling his tongue around the good doctor’s cock while Gibbs’s cock stretched him wider. Gibbs could feel Tony’s body quivering in excitement, obviously as thrilled as Ducky had predicted with his position between the two men. Tony sucked and swallowed and moaned. He braced himself over Ducky’s lap as he teased, enjoying his role as entertainer, drawing gasps of pleasure from his trainer. 

Gibbs had a tight hold on his hips. He increased his rhythm, thrusting more firmly into Tony’s well-lubricated and welcoming channel. Tony’s moans encouraged him. He pulled almost all the way out and then buried himself deeply, groaning his own excitement from deep in his lungs, pulling in strong breaths and losing himself in the pleasure his new submissive offered him. Watching him suck Ducky, watching Tony’s shoulders shift and his head move up and down with his efforts, added stimulation to his own gratification.

Finally he could wait no longer. Totally aware that Tony was involved with Ducky, he knew he couldn’t pound in to him as he desired. Instead, he went with depth. Pulling Tony’s hips back against him he burrowed as deeply as he could, spreading those luscious ass cheeks apart. Tony’s moans increased. Gibbs had found his prostate and was causing white flames to lick at the edges of his vision. 

Gibbs wanted to moan his own pleasure, cry out with the intensity of feeling. But he couldn’t – not with Ducky here. Instead, he delved even deeper, plumbing Tony’s heat and tightness until he felt the pulsing begin, deep in his spine, growing, spreading until it spurted out of him. He bent over Tony, forcing the younger man to support him as he drilled him. Then, gulping great breaths of air, he stayed stretched across the naked back, waiting for the sounds of Ducky’s pleasure to soften, then watching closely as Tony so carefully cleaned up the older man. Tony’s gentleness with him was vividly apparent.  He cared a great deal for his master. Or his trainer, whatever he was calling him now.

“Just give me a moment, Jethro.” Ducky waved over at him. “Then I’ll be going.”

“No no, Duck. Stay the night. Don’t worry about leaving. There’s a guest room upstairs.”

“That would allow for a full day’s instruction tomorrow, and leave you with a day on your own Monday – the holiday.  I would avail myself to you for questions as well.”

“Tony. You can …” Jethro was momentarily stumped. The couch was too short for the tall man to be comfortable.

“He will be secured at the foot of your bed. He needs to be punished for not preparing you earlier.” Ducky scowled at the young man, who was again in the kneeling pose that he seemed to favor. “Your floor will suffice.”

Gibbs was going to protest, but realized that Ducky was going to be stubborn on this. Well, he could release Tony later if he wanted to, once they were in their respective bedrooms.

That plan didn’t come to fruition. Ducky decided to keep Anthony with him once they went to their rooms. Gibbs chuckled. Ducky often did see through him.

Gibbs stayed awake for a while, running the events of the day through his head. He wouldn’t have believed these last few days of his life – even if he had been warned. Spanking a full grown man? Wondering how it would feel to flog someone? Crazy.   Absolutely insane.

Just before he almost fell asleep, he realized he hadn’t been down to his boat to record anything. Nah, he was too content at the moment to do anything … nope, he’d promised. He would honor the promise. He struggled his tired body up and forced himself to trot down the two sets of stairs to the basement. Glancing at the clock, he noticed he was just barely in time. Midnight was a mere five minutes away, which would have meant that he had skipped a day and broken his promise to Ducky.

(On)

“Just made it, Duck. Almost missed a day. Not working on my boat, though. Just looking over at it. It’s looking good. I can’t look at it now and not think about that night with DiNozzo up against it. 

You knew, Duck, that all this was going down. You knew what was going to happen. Did you think I would go for it? I’m still not sure about it myself. I feel drawn in, pulled in to this, though. Like it’s filling a vacuum. Something that was missing in my life. I dunno. I’m not at all sure about it. But I guess I’ll find out.”

(Off)

Gibbs turned off the recorder. For a minute, he stood there, staring at the boat. He reached over to touch it, stroking its smooth sanded surface, thinking of DiNozzo’s smooth flesh, wishing, almost, that he was down here now. Not for fucking. Just to touch. To feel the warmth of his flesh. To admire the stretch of his long lines, the curve of his ass. Gibbs sighed. OK. He wished he was down here right now, for fucking.

He leaned back against the boat, slowly sliding down its frame until he was on the floor. He was still sitting against it when he woke up in the morning.

“Jethro? Are you down there?”

“Yeah, Duck. Be right up.” Standing up was a bit of a strain with cramped muscles.

Ducky met him at the top of the stairs. He handed him a cup of coffee.

“You gave Anthony quite a scare.”

“What?” Gibbs swallowed some coffee.

“He thought you were gone. That you had changed your mind. That you had abandoned him.”

“Hadn’t done my recording for you. Just made it before midnight, then I fell asleep.”

“Downstairs?”

Gibbs twisted his shoulders.

“Yeah. I could use a hot shower to work these kinks loose.”

“Jethro! Allow Anthony to demonstrate one of his new skills. I have been training him in several forms of massage. In fact, my table is in the boot of my vehicle. I will have him set it up.”

Ducky spun away as Gibbs stood there, still sipping his coffee. Massage? Hmmm. This Master stuff was looking better and better.

(several hours later)

Gibbs sat in his car, in front of Ducky’s Reston house. DiNozzo’s car and Ducky’s Morgan were already parked and empty, so they were apparently inside and, well, he didn’t know what they would be doing. They had decided to continue Jethro’s training at Ducky’s where there was a more extensive supply of the items they needed. Ducky had started trying to describe various items and Gibbs had finally burst out with “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Would you be agreeable to continuing at my home?”

“Yeah, Duck. Grab your gear and let’s go.”

Now he was feeling just a little unsettled. According to what he had been told, he was going to enter Ducky’s house and be taught how to do a whipping. How to take a hard strap of leather to someone’s soft flesh. DiNozzo’s flesh. That beautiful expanse of flesh that had been bared across his boat.

Well, wait. Ducky had shown him a flogger. That was what they were going to begin with, a comparatively soft suede flogger. If he thought about that, rather than a whip, that was a little easier. But still, he couldn’t get the thought of a whip – a bull whip – out of his mind. How could he do that to Tony?

There was one way to find out.

Ducky was standing just inside the front door.

“Anthony is waiting for us upstairs, Jethro. Do you have anything you wish to discuss while he is preparing and unable to hear us?”

“Preparing?”

“He is entering his own personal space, prior to a flogging. He will seem almost drugged to you, when you see him, but be assured, it is somewhat similar to a meditative state, almost, strictly controlled by his own body and mind.”

“Meditative? He’s in a trance?”

“Not a trance. But a state of acceptance, of desire and submission to you. Consider if you would a comparison to an addict with you as his drug, his personal narcotic.”

“What I don’t get is why he wants me to hurt him, Duck. And, I guess, why you could?”

“I have been in this lifestyle for years. I understand his needs and I understand mine as well. Jethro, watch him closely. It is an extremely elated state for him. What do the young ones today say? A ‘high’? And, as a dominant force, you would not understand the needs or even the desires of one who submits. Do not try to feel his feelings. Rather, use your powers of observation. Observe him closely.”

“OK, Duck. I trust you.”

“Trust Anthony, dear boy. He knows very clearly what he wants.”

They walked, side by side, up the stairs. Ducky guided Gibbs into the room where DiNozzo waited for them. He was surprised by the bright lights, the clear openness of the room. But he was not surprised by the décor. That was pretty much what he had expected.

“No comment, Jethro?”

“Brighter than I expected.”

“You were anticipating a damp dungeon in the basement?”

“Well, no I uh…” He shrugged his shoulders. He had been imaging torture chambers.

“I find it expedient to be able to see that with which I am working. Therefore, lights.”

Ducky leaned in closer to him and uttered in a conspiratorial whisper. “However, they are controlled by a dimmer switch.”

Gibbs chuckled at his friend’s admission as he looked over the room. 

There were hooks in various places on the walls, and on a number of pieces of furniture that Gibbs didn’t recognize. There were several displays, although perhaps not really displays but holding racks, with various objects hanging in clear view. Two poles stood from floor to ceiling, one very slender that reminded him of rebar, although it didn’t appear to be rough and one shiny pole that looked like what might be seen used by a stripper in a gentleman’s club.

Kneeling in the exact center of the room was Tony, naked with the exception of wrist cuffs and a collar. His head was down. He was so still that he barely appeared to be breathing, taking long slow breaths. The lights were arranged so that he was under the brightest area and the sight of him was almost heart stopping.

He was kneeling straight up, his hands hanging loose at his sides. This showed off the lean line of his thighs, the sculpted abdominal muscles accentuated by the shadows. The pattern of his body hair, wide across his chest then becoming narrower drew their eyes down to the second patch of hair that framed his enlarged but not yet erect penis. It was the perfect pose, showing both his strength and his beauty, but combined with his willingness to submit.

Gibbs couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He felt his own body responding, remembering the pleasures Tony had shown him lately.

“Jethro, Anthony is paying you a great compliment with this pose. You probably are not aware of this, but the fact that he can demonstrate arousal in your presence but control himself to show submission first, is something he has very recently learned. It is not an easy state to maintain.”

Jethro cleared his throat. That was about all he could manage.

“Come with me. Let me show you the collection of floggers I have gathered over the years.” 

Ducky led him over to one of the wall displays. He began a detailed lecture about the various materials, their length and weight plus the inclusion or lack of accessories. Finally, he handed one to Gibbs and gathered another two for himself. They walked over to the waiting submissive.

“Until you feel quite comfortable with your tools, Jethro, I would advise you to always begin softly. As your experience grows, you will find the right approach, but for now, use caution.”

“Sounds good, Duck.”

“However, first I make it a practice to always review with Anthony his safe word. Not only does that remind us both of his word, but it lets him know we are about to begin. Your word, please, Anthony. You may speak.”

Ducky moved to stand in front of the kneeling man. As he talked, he placed his hand beneath DiNozzo’s chin and lifted up, so Tony was forced to meet his eyes.

“Chardonnay.”

“Chardonnay is your safe word.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Very well. Chardonnay it is. So, Jethro, if Anthony utters that word, it is his symbol that he is unable to continue and you will immediately stop what you are doing and discern the cause of his distress.”

“Got it, Duck. ‘Chardonnay.’”

Ducky then started the demonstration with the two floggers, showing Gibbs the difference in the marks they left on Tony’s back. He encouraged him to swing the item he was holding so Gibbs tried a swipe. His first strike was too close. He felt the pole of the flogger hit the naked back and was glad that he had swung softly. Ducky corrected his stance and showed him how to modify his swing so that only the strands landed. Soon he was feeling so comfortable in his new role that when Tony groaned softly, he was shocked to realize that he was actually striking a live person and not some mannequin provided for his training.

“DiNozzo?”

“Ah, Jethro. Please excuse me for interrupting, but do not concern yourself with his vocalizations. No matter what he says, you do not need to respond to him about what you are now doing unless he uses his safe word. His verbalization just then was only an indication of his enjoyment. Please continue.”

“Enjoyment?”

“You remember what I told you – that you, as a dominant will not be able to experience what a submissive needs. They deeply seek their submission, especially if they can match the dominant in intensity.”

“Intensity. You mean, he wants it harder?”

Ducky smiled. “In part, yes. But also, as the two of you develop what you each need, you will find that you can match each other’s needs. I believe, you see, that although I have taught Anthony a great deal, that I do not give him everything he seeks. His better match would have a stronger drive than mine, as well as a need for more repeated – ah – more regular sessions. His needs are for someone more intense, more concentrated in demeanor.”

Ducky leaned in closer to Gibbs. “Perhaps, someone closer to him with a similar need for a strong release. Jethro, although he can understand and appreciate my strength, what he truly needs is to submit to your power.”

“My power.”

“Observe his responses. In fact, let us secure him in a more demonstrative pose.”

Ducky then lifted one of DiNozzo’s wrists. The kneeling man gracefully stood and followed his master to the largest piece of furniture in the room. Ducky gestured to Gibbs to follow, and had him actually secure Tony’s cuffs to one of the highest sets of hooks on the cross.

“Anthony’s comment upon first entering this room, Jethro, was ‘X marks the spot.’ Of course, I immediately had to punish him for speaking without permission, but I suspect that when he saw this piece he was disobedient on purpose. He can be a naughty boy.” Ducky swung his flat hand and swatted Tony on his ass as Gibbs looked slightly surprised. “You will find he requires a great deal of attention.”

“He already does, Ducky, as my senior agent.”

“And you, Jethro, will you also be able to separate your lives into Anthony’s Boss and his master?”

“Working on it, Duck.”

Ducky met his gaze for a moment then smiled. “That is my hope for the two of you. Now, where were you?”

He gestured toward the nude male attached to the cross. Gibbs grinned and struck lower this time, swiping the cords of the flogger horizontally across the bare ass. Now this was more like it. He was beginning to understand, he thought, about what Ducky meant about realizing his own power.

Ducky walked over to the rack of implements again. This time he returned with a tool that had a number of shiny black cords, much thicker and longer than the previous flogger.

“I believe he is prepared for a more forceful ‘cat’ now, Jethro. This is a double cord cat, twice the traditional nine strands. You will find the weight of this much more substantial.”

Gibbs took the new piece in his hand. He swung it once through the air in front of him, as if to get the feel of the instrument. Then he walloped it, hard, across Tony’s ass.

“Yeah!” Tony screamed out.

Gibbs aimed and struck him again.

“More!” Tony yelled.

Gibbs swung, hitting him again, changing the color of the other man’s skin, drawing lines and patterns across it. Tony was grunting now with every stroke. His body, from the backs of his knees to the tops of his shoulders, was soon an intricate crisscross of short stripes.  His ass, however, had proved to be Gibbs’s favorite target. It glowed a bright hot red.

Tony panted loudly as he hung against the cross. He allowed himself to add a grunt that changed into a barely recognizable “yeah…yeah…yeah.”

Gibbs looked across at Ducky, who had been observing the whipping closely.

“He allowed to speak?”

“Whether he is speaking now, or not, will soon become your decision. What do you decide?”

“Hmm. Sounds like a sound to me.”

“Whatever you settle on, Jethro.”

“Can I touch him, Ducky?”

“Certainly.” Ducky took the cat that Gibbs held out to him. “When you take over as his master, his body will be yours to do with as you please.”

He walked over to the rack and placed it back.

“I will give you some time alone, if you wish, Jethro.”

Gibbs nodded.

“I will be in my den if you need me.”

Gibbs gave his friend a piercing look then walked over to Tony, who was still spread-eagled on the cross. He continued to gasp for air. Gibbs stood, next to him, breathing in his scent. Tony kept his head down. He was still flying high on endorphins from the whipping, but he was quite aware of the nearness of the man who had so recently been wielding the whip.

Gibbs stood very close, looking at the man secured to the cross. The man he had just had screaming under his blows. He reached out with his left hand and cupped DiNozzo’s right ass cheek. Hot and soft and firm, all at the same time, and he was suddenly confused.

“DiNozzo, uh, Tony. Tell me what you feel.”

Tony’s head lifted a fraction.

“May I speak?” he whispered.

“Oh hell, yes. Speak.” Gibbs grunted back at him.

“Uh … I feel your hand. Cool hand.”

“DiNozzo…”

“I mean temperature. It feels cool. Not like ‘nifty cool hand’.”

“I meant … what do you feel now? Emotions. Can you explain? Can you … tell me?”

”High, flying. Hot. Turned on.”

“What else? Can you tell me why? Why you want this?”

“I … I can’t.”

“You can’t? It’s some damn secret?” Gibbs let anger into his tones.

“No! No, that’s not it. I … uh … I haven’t …”

His head fell forward then he lifted it up and back, then looked forward again. He couldn’t look at him, the man slightly behind him, not without permission and not with this question on the table.

“What?”

“I haven’t let myself think about it. I just know I want it.”

“You want it.”

Tony’s head dropped forward again.

“Yeah.” 

He mumbled something that Gibbs didn’t quite hear.

“Repeat that.”

“I said ‘from you’.” 

Tony dropped his head and took a deep breath.

Gibbs jerked. His hand dropped from the ass he had forgotten he was cupping. He backed away a step.

“Do I disgust you?” Tony whispered.

“No.” Gibbs moved closer again.

“Do you pity me?” He was staring at the floor again.

“No. Not in the least.”

“Then why the interrogation?”

“Hmmm. Not an interrogation. Curious. Tryin’ to figure this out.”

Tony shivered. He shrugged his shoulders slightly, as much as the bindings would let him.

“If we’re just going to talk, would you get me off of this thing?”

“I don’t think so, DiNozzo. I want you there … I don’t want you hiding anything from me.”

“Boss, I’m not gonna…”

“I’m not your boss right now. You got the cuffs on, remember?”

“Yes. I remember. Sir.”

“Don’t call me ‘Sir’.”

“Master? Owner? Padrone?”

“DiNozzo!!”

Tony stood straight, head up, looking forward. He stood as close to attention as he could, within the bonds. Gibbs stepped back another step, so he could see the whole picture. He had to admit, DiNozzo had an attractive body, even marked as it was right now. He stared at the ass, remembering the spanking he had given him and how he’d felt during that. Then, the anatomy lesson with Ducky followed by the entertainment. And now, the whipping he had just performed. Emotions, conflicting emotions, ran through him. 

Maybe he couldn’t do this. Maybe this wasn’t a good thing. Spanking? Whipping? He knew he was avoiding the last word. The ‘F’ word.

He still had trouble seeing Ducky as a Master – and as a Master Teacher? He could see him as a teacher. Maybe he could see him as a Master. He had a secret strength, a stern and fierce side that few people knew about. Gibbs was one of the few who knew some of Ducky’s secrets. OK. When he thought about it, and about how long Ducky had apparently been alone then…. He could see it.

But, did he see himself as a Master? Did he see himself as Master to DiNozzo? 

Then there was that word he wasn’t letting himself think. Could he regularly fuck DiNozzo? Was that what he wanted? He’d managed to screw up three marriages, and what he’d thought had been love had turned to just sex or worse: fighting, accusations, golf clubs over the head, stitches. 

Did he trust himself to do this? He’d found a good subordinate, team member and a good friend in DiNozzo. He worked hard. He worked well with Gibbs, something not easy to do. Yeah, he knew he was demanding. He knew he asked for a lot. Could he ask his friend to strip for him, get whipped by him, get spanked? Could he fuck him? On a regular basis?

This had been new to him. He’d been following Ducky’s lead and fallen into DiNozzo’s trap. That’s what it was, a trap. 

“I thought you wanted to talk.” DiNozzo’s voice was very quiet.

“Not sure what about.”

“Who, what, why, where, when and how?”

“I know it all but the why. Why do you want this?”

“I told you – I don’t know why. Because. Just because.”

“When did you start?”

“Start what?”

“This. With the whips.”

“With Ducky. I went to a club and found him there.”

“How did you find the club?”

“Somebody I dated wanted to take me there. Told me about it.”

“Male or female.”

“Male.”

“That was a quick answer.”

“It was a quick date.” 

“Did you go with him?”

“Steady? Oh you mean to the club. No.” DiNozzo shook his head.

“Why not?”

“I didn’t want to go there belonging to anyone. It turned out to be a mistake. I lucked out when Ducky saw me and claimed me as his student.”

“Not his … uh … submissive?”

“He didn’t want to take the chance of losing me to this other guy, I guess, who’d been chatting me up.”

“Losing?”

“Yeah. I guess I almost became this other guy’s sub coz I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“Sounds like you, DiNozzo.”

“In the immortal words of my boss, “Ya think?”.” Tony grinned at him.

Gibbs walked over to the other side of the bound man, and leaned close to his ear.

“How does this make you feel?”

“You mean me, naked, freshly whipped and bound to the X and you, fully clothed with whip in hand, interrogating me?”

“Yeah.” Gibbs agreed.

“Hot. It’s all I’ve ever dreamed about.”

“Dream? Sure it’s not a nightmare?”

“No, Sir. Hot.”

“Don’t … never mind.”

Gibbs sighed. No, he just wasn’t sure. 

“Are you gonna let me down? Uh, Gibbs?”

Gibbs met his eyes. There was confusion in Tony’s eyes now, as he met the older man’s gaze.

“Gibbs?” Tony’s voice was a soft whisper.

“Yeah, Tony. I think I’m gonna let you down.” Gibbs turned and walked away. “I’ll get Ducky.”

Gibbs walked out of the room. He trotted quickly down the stairs, and turned into Ducky’s den. 

“Can’t do it, Duck. I left him hanging.”

Gibbs was out the front door and starting his car when he realized that both the statements he had just uttered had double meanings. He’d told Tony “I’m gonna let you down.” He’d told Ducky “I left him hanging.”

He slammed his fist onto the steering wheel of his car but continued driving.

“Jethro?” Ducky swore at his creaking legs as he crawled out of the chair, too slow to catch the fleeing man. “Jethro!”

He stood in his open doorway and watched the agent’s car disappear. 

“Damn you, Jethro.”

He shut his door then turned around. This probably wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation. He sighed heavily as he climbed the stairs.

Tony hadn’t been released, as Gibbs had indicated. But he was no longer standing at attention. Instead, he had allowed his body to fall slack in the bonds that held him.

“Anthony.”

His head lifted slightly. 

“He doesn’t want me, Ducky. I’m not good enough for him. I disgust him.”

“You do not have permission to speak to me, my boy.” 

Ducky wasn’t going to confirm or deny anything until he spoke to Jethro, but he suspected they had been moving too quickly for the very set in his ways Marine.

Ducky looked over the whipped body. The coloring was even, with emphasis on the ass, but there were no severe injuries. Jethro’s touch, beginner that he was, had been consistent and accurate. His medical mind catalogued the salves he would use to offer the flesh relief but he was unsure about what to do to ease DiNozzo’s other injury.

What salve does one use to relieve the ache of a possible broken heart?

“Anthony.” Ducky’s voice was very soft. “Anthony, I will treat your back then I will release you.”

“Ducky. I mean, Master. May I speak?”

“I imagine we have to discuss this turn of events. You may speak.”

Tony whispered the question. “Did he leave? Did he leave me?”

“He did not explain his actions. He merely informed me that you were … ah … hanging.”

Ducky walked over to his cabinet. One of the drawers held various salves, medicines and lubricants. Whatever the careful and concerned Master might need. Ducky sighed as he picked up his choice.

“That’s cold, Master.” Tony shivered at his touch.

“I assume you are referring to this salve, Anthony?”

“What else, Master, could I be referring to?” Tony pulled in a deep breath then let it whoosh out between open lips. “What the hell else?”

Ducky treated the reddened flesh with an even layer of ointment then finally released Tony from the cross. Tony dropped to his knees in front of the shorter man, bowing his head in his most abject position. Ducky gazed down at him for a while before touching him on the top of his head.

“Anthony, I believe I will prepare for a night’s sleep to face our problems with the fresh light of morning. Do you wish to remain here or return home?”

“May I stay with you tonight, please, Sir? I … uh … I really don’t think I want to drive with these shoulders.”

Ducky smiled. He knew that the young man’s shoulders were sore, but he suspected it was a need for company that fueled his request rather than aching arms.

“With me, then.”

Tony followed his trainer to his bedroom and, when Ducky indicated that he wished only to go to sleep, Tony obediently made use of the facilities after Ducky finished, then climbed between the cool sheets

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Comments

[bowl-of-glow.livejournal.com]

This story is GOOD. ♥

[tingreca.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I hope you continue to think so as we (Ducky, Tony, Gibbs and some new characters to come... oh yeah, and me the author) progress. Two more parts to go, just a tad longer than the first two.

[bowl-of-glow.livejournal.com]

I've just realized I've already read and liked some of your other BDSM stories. Sorry I'd never let you know (I guess?)
Keep going *please!*! :)

[tingreca.livejournal.com]

What!!! *smack* I always BEG for comments and you missed it? Oh the horror, the horror ...

Well, I'll forgive you this time but DON'T let it happen again! (please ... it's comments that keep me writing, y'know.)