Anthony ‘Tony’ Dinozzo braced himself over the edge of the bed, clutching
the bed covers as the belt came down on his arse again. He let out a yelp but
didn’t move, he had been trained better than that and knew to stay in place
no matter how much it hurt. He had no idea how many stripes he had had or how
many he would get in total but he trusted Sir to know what he needed.

Tony had no idea how many more he got before it finally stopped and slightly calloused
hands stroked over his arse, the pressure over his sore flesh, tracing the remaining
welts made him gasp and moan. Slick fingers moved towards his hole, sliding in
and out of him, stretching and slicking his hole in preparation. He moaned and
thrust back against the fingers, trying to get them deeper inside of them.

“Such a good boy Anthony,” the familiar British voice of his Sir said
and he felt himself shiver in pleasure, “My very good boy, you did very
well today.”

Tony shook his head ‘No’, he didn’t want to disagree with Sir
but he had been in the wrong, he had let another woman trick him.

A sharp slap on his red arse made him gasp, “Do not be so negative Anthony,
you not only managed to get yourself free of that cell but you took the missing
man with you. You managed to save both of you.”

“Gibbs and Kate still had to save us,” Tony muttered, he knew he was
pouting but he had screwed up royally.

Tony knew that Sir had heard his muttered words when he received another three
hard spanks on his red arse.

“Enough Anthony, you did very well and I know that Jethro is pleased by
your behaviour,” he was told bluntly in a tone he recognised as his patient
Sir reaching the end of his fuse on the topic of conversation.

“I did well?” He asked quietly, still not quite ready to believe in
the praise he was being given.

“You did very well Anthony,” Sir said with a smile in voice as he
reinserted three greasy fingers into Tony.

Tony whined as Sir started to work his arse properly, his fingers stretching Tony
open, twisting and turning on them, teasing his prostate. He could feel the wetness
of his pre-cum as it was forced out of his cock in pleasure. Not that he had any
chance of cumming, Sir had put a cock ring on him at the start of the night.

“Such a good boy Anthony but rather noisy.”

Tony knew what that meant, “I’ll be quiet sir,” he promised.

“I know you will try Anthony but I want you to enjoy this and I do so like
hearing those muffled noises. Very soon we are going to have to go away somewhere
that I can make you scream. But for now open up.”

Tony obediently opened his mouth and grunted as Sir filled his mouth with a rubber
cock gag. He didn’t like gags but was glad that he didn’t have to
try and keep quiet, he hoped they could get away soon so he could scream his heart
out. The fingers in arse started aiming for his prostate with each thrust, making
him moan long and loud, muffled well by his gag.

Sir had no neighbours but his mother lived with him and while she was half deaf,
she had heard them their first time and Sir had made him scream. Tony had been
left tied up, stretched out on Sir’s bed with a vibrator in his arse while
Sir had put his mother back to bed.

Tony moaned in loss when the fingers were abruptly removed from his arse, “Enough
of that young man unless of course you don’t want me to fuck you.”

Tony loved hearing that posh accent say ‘fuck’, it turned him on to
no end, especially when he thought about what it would end in. He pushed his arse
up and waved it at Sir, he couldn’t apologise for his bad behaviour as he
was gagged but he had learnt how to beg non-verbally. He loved being fucked, especially
by Sir and as Sir had been the only one for some months, that was just as well.

He had a quick thought about what Kate would think if she could see him right
then, leaning over a bed with a bright red arse, begging to be fucked. He had
no doubt that she would start sprouting off about over compensating and womanising
to cover up how he wanted another man. He hadn’t done more than flirt in
a friendly way for over six moths and only more when it was expected of him, in
the six months since Sir had claimed him.

“Higher,” Sir ordered tapping his arse, pushing all thoughts of Kate
from his mind.

Tony wriggled his hips, pushing up on his toes to get his arse higher as he was
ordered.

“Beautiful.”

Tony let a scream, thankfully muffled by the gag, when Sir’s cock was suddenly
filling him to the brim. Even after all the stretching he had received the quick
and total entry, it still burned in the most delicious way.

“And that Anthony is why you needed the gag,” Sir told him proudly
as he started to thrust, only a little bit in and out as he got used to the sensation.

Tony didn’t want to wait any more, the tiny thrusts were even worse than
Sir just staying still. He tried to thrust back but strong hands grabbed his hips,
holding him in place no matter how much he wriggled; Sir was stronger than he
looked, he supposed it was because of moving all those dead bodies around.

When Sir finally started fucking him properly, it was hard, fast and hammering
his prostate like it was going out of fashion. Tony whined in distress because
no matter how wonderful it felt, Sir was torturing him, he would not be coming
with the cock ring on no matter how many times his prostate was hit.

“Don’t worry Anthony I will allow you to reach completion soon,”
Sir said to him between thrusts.

Tony couldn’t help but groan, Sir’s accent and language aroused him
as normal, never mind the threat of not getting to cum until Sir allowed him.
Soon to most people did not mean the same as it did to Sir, soon in Sir’s
vocabulary could have meant the next day.

One of Sir’s first lessons had been that his pleasure wasn’t always
the primary reason for sex. Sir had known he used women for his pleasure, even
pleasuring them had all been towards the final task of his own pleasure. So he
tried not to think about the cock ring stopping his orgasm, instead concentrating
on Sir, using his body to please the elder man.

Sir came in him with a call of his name and those strong hands tightening hard
enough on his hips that he knew he would have to be careful no-one saw the bruises
that they left. It felt wonderful to know that he had made Sir cum and to feel
Sir’s weight on his back as the older man recovered.

Tony clenched his arse, trying to stop Sir’s cock from leaving him but as
it softened, it inevitably slipped out of him. He couldn’t help the whine
of loss at the empty feeling.

Even muffled by the gag his whine but have been audible to the older man. “You
are in whiney mood this evening Anthony.”

Tony gave another whine, this time one of sadness for letting his Sir down.

“Calm yourself Anthony, you have been well behaved this evening.”

Tony nodded and held back the whine when Sir finally moved away from him, he didn’t
like the empty feeling and gave a small sigh as he was filled with a rather large
butt-plug.

“To keep you open for me and to keep my semen inside of you.”

Tony wriggled his hips happily and clenched his arse on the butt-plug keeping
him nicely stretched open. The fact that it was keeping Sir’s semen inside
him was the biggest turn on, he wished he could cum but knew better than trying
to beg verbally. He knew from experience that begging would never allow him to
cum.

His legs were released from the bed frame and Sir fastened them together at his
ankles.

“Stay still Anthony.”

Tony allowed Sir to relocate him onto the bed, laying on his back with his wrists
fastened to the bed. His arse stung against the rougher texture of the cover but
he loved it. Sir put a pillow under his head and sat on the bed beside him, strong
hands moving over his body, pinching at his nipples and teasing his cock. The
younger man couldn’t help his moaning and groaning as Sir tormented him.
Pain and pleasure started mixing as Sir played with him, twisting and pinching
his nipples, grabbing his balls and squeezing.

“Would you like to cum my boy?”

Tony just whined in distress and thrust his hips up at Sir, of course he wanted
to cum but he knew better than to expect it, his pleasure was at Sir’s discretion.

His cock was clasped in a strong hand, a calloused thumb running over the head
driving him mad. Tony groaned as he pushed closer and closer to the edge, Tony
wondered how Sir was going to explain the dead agent on his bed when he dropped
dead of unending denial of pleasure.

“Come for me Anthony.”

Tony’s mind obeyed and he was glad that Sir had already removed the cock
ring, his back arched and he thought the mind numbing pleasure would go on forever.
The world lit up like it was July forth and pleasure zinged along nerves he was
sure hadn’t existed before that moment. He was sure at one point that his
body just couldn’t take it and his heart would give out mid-orgasm. Then
it was over and he was collapsed against the bed trying to catch his breath, the
gag was eased from his mouth and he panted happily as he drew the much needed
oxygen into his lungs.

A warm cloth moved over his chest and stomach, cleaning him up before a soft,
thick blanket was pulled over his restrained body, “Get some sleep Anthony.”

“Sir?” Tony questioned quietly.

“I am going to check on Mother and make myself a drink of hot chocolate.
Do not look at me like that Anthony, I am perfectly capable of checking on my
own mother and getting my own drink. You no doubt feel like I have melted all
your bones so please get some sleep and I will be back soon.”

Tony nodded and snuggled into the thick blanket, he was tired and didn’t
honestly think that he would be able to get up. Sir really did know just what
he needed.

XXX

Donald ‘Ducky’ Mallard looked down at the wonderful sight in his bed,
normally eh wouldn’t leave Anthony tied up once they had finished playing
but the younger man needed the physical link to the real world. His heart had
nearly stopped when he had learnt that his Anthony had gone missing, he had known
that there was little he could do but trust that Anthony could save himself with
Jethro’s help. Leaving the restraints on were also for himself, letting
him know that Anthony was not going anywhere while he was gone.

“I love you Sir.”

Ducky smiled down at his boy, his Anthony, “I love you too Anthony, now
sleep and I will be back soon.

Anthony smiled back at him and obediently closed him eyes, snuggling into the
bed. Ducky tucked the blanket tighter around the younger man, even though it wasn’t
really necessary, he kept the room warm enough that they could both be comfortably
naked. It was also a another prop to keep the younger man grounded and remind
him that he was cared for.

He pulled on the thick black towel dressing gown that Anthony had got him for
his birthday, it even had ‘Sir’ sewn on the lapel. Downstairs he was
thankful to find his mother still sleeping peacefully and the dogs sleeping in
their baskets. Ducky made his way to the kitchen and switched on the lights, a
hot chocolate would get him ready for sleep curled up around his Anthony. He measured
some milk into a pan and put it over a low heat, while he had the powder stuff,
he wanted the real hot chocolate like his mother had made. Before she had started
to forget and he couldn’t trust her in the kitchen.

While the orgasm had obviously wore his boy out and while he knew the younger
man would wake when he came to bed, if went to sleep at all. Sex had always hyped
him up and even though it had been a long day, he was still too awake for sleep.
Being younger Anthony could reach completion a lot more often than he managed
and he did so enjoy making his boy cum.

He had spent years studying the human body, seeing what had killed them but Anthony
was his favourite body to study and play with. Anthony’s cock was above
average with a beautiful set of balls that he did so like to torture. Perky pink
nipples that begged to be pinched and twisted and metres of smooth skin to be
stroked and petted.

A light knock on the kitchen door distracted him from his milk and his thoughts
of what he liked to doing to Anthony, he was not surprised to find Jethro stood
there.

“Come on in Jethro, you do look rather cold I’ll make you some Hot
chocolate, how long have you been out there?” As much as Ducky wanted to
return to Anthony, Jethro was his friend and obviously needed a friend to talk
to. He didn’t even break into a story, he wanted to get back to Anthony
as quick as possible.

“Half an hour or so, I didn’t want to knock on the front door in case
I woke your mother. He could have died today Ducky.”

Ducky knew that Jethro had to be speaking about Anthony, “He could have
Jethro but he didn’t, you have trained him well. Even if he does think that
you made up some of your marine rules, he follows them and in the end that saved
his life.”

“I don’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t made it.”

“He did make it and I know that he will make it next time because I have
no doubt he will continue to get in and out of trouble.”

“I know,” the other man replied defensively, “I’m his
boss, I know that sort of danger he can get into, I send him into it most of the
time.”

“He loves his job Jethro, he will continue to do it no matter what the danger,
he is a good agent or you wouldn’t keep him.”

“I know, I just wish I knew he was safe somewhere and not off with some
stranger.”

Ducky knew he had a choice, he could tell Jethro that Anthony was safely upstairs,
hopefully sleeping or he could let him continue thinking Anthony was a serial
womaniser. Six months earlier and the second option would have been true but it
had been months since Anthony had done anything but flirt with a woman.

When Jethro had returned from Baltimore with Anthony his first thought had been
that the young man needed a keeper. For a while he had been sure that Jethro would
take Anthony under control but he never had. Anthony had managed to cope on his
own, he hadn’t done well but he had been coping and then Jethro had hired
Caitlin.

Ducky had watched Anthony get more and more reckless, he did perfectly at work
but everything was heading towards self-destruction. He had hoped that Jethro
would step in but when the ex-marine hadn’t he had known that he would have
to. He had become as fond of Anthony as he was of Abby and didn’t want to
loose the other man. The love had been something unexpected, especially at this
point in his life but it was not the first time he had been in a D/S relationship.
The relationship was good for both of them.

In the end it wasn’t a hard decision, he just hoped it was the correct one
for everyone involved. “I want you to come with me,” Ducky said and
led the other man up the stairs to Anthony’s room.

Until Anthony had moved in he had only had one bedroom, he still really only had
one as the other was a playroom but they called it Anthony’s room. A couple
of weeks into their relationship they had spent a weekend outfitting it with toys,
suspension points and the huge, beautiful, pine wooden bed. Now if they just wanted
to sleep and snuggle, they used his bedroom and if they were going to play they
used Anthony’s room.

“What is going on Ducky?”

“I would just like you have look in there, please be quiet, don’t
wake him and I will answer all questions afterwards.”

Jethro was obviously rather confused but curiosity got the best of him. He was
surprised that Jethro’s sharp mind had not already worked out what was going
on. The grey haired man poked his head around the door.

“Dinozzo,” Jethro said quietly and Ducky hoped that it hadn’t
been loud enough to wake Anthony, the young man had excellent hearing and well
as sight.

He pulled Jethro out of the room, “Go to sleep Anthony, I will be up soon,”
he told the young man and shut Anthony’s door. “Jethro I asked you
to be quiet, you know what his hearing is like,” Ducky berated.

“Why is he tied up?”

Ducky had faced bigger bullies that Jethro Gibbs and he would not back down, not
even from that glare and tone.

“Because he needs it, he needs to know he is safe and cared for,”
he replied coolly.

“How the hell can tying him up make him feel safe,” Jethro sneered.

“I give him what he needs, the second I saw him I knew he needed a keeper
more than anything else. For a while having your support on the job was enough
but then when you hired Caitlin, he needed more and I stepped up when you did
not. We would have lost him Jethro and not to another job, I do not think he is
the type for suicide but he would have found another way out.”

For a couple of seconds Ducky thought that he had got through to Jethro but then
that familiar stubborn look appeared on his face. “And tying him up had
stopped that?”

“No Jethro letting him know that he is cared for and what he does matters.
He likes being tied up, the cuffs and restraints are a constant reminder. He needs
this after the day he has, some nights he just wants to be held, both let him
know he is safe.”

“Safe, you are just coddling him like he’s nothing more than a toddler.
He doesn’t need to be tied up, he needs to fucking grow up.”

Ducky sighed he had hoped that Jethro would understand, “I think you should
leave Jethro.”

“You’re choosing him over me,” Jethro growled.

Ducky just stared at the man he had thought he knew so well, “I am not choosing
Anthony over you. I am looking after a young man with lots of potential who needs
me.”

Jethro gave him a hard glare and stomped down the stairs and out of the house.
Ducky sighed in disappointment at his friend’s attitude, he didn’t
know if it was an antigay thing or if he was against the D/S relationship. Either
way Ducky knew he would have to speak to the other man to make sure that Jethro
would treat Anthony fairly. He had promised to keep Anthony safe, even if it was
from Jethro, he just hoped Jethro wouldn’t do anything silly before they
could talk.

The aged pathologist followed the path Jethro had taken, returning to the kitchen.
He was surprised to find Jethro in his kitchen, the other man was sat against
the Kitchen door with his knees puled to his chest.

“You did the right thing Ducky.”

Ducky just turned the heat back on under his milk, he knew Jethro well enough
to realise that at this point silence would make him talk more than questions.

“I knew he needed someone but I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t be
what he needed. I couldn’t be the Authoritarian he needed me to be. I had
hoped he had found someone that wouldn’t mistreat him when he seemed more
balance.”

“You could have done it,” Ducky told him bluntly although he realised
that he would have been jealous if Jethro had taken control of Anthony.

“No Ducky I don’t think I could have, he needed you and you make him
feel safe. He might flirt with women but he had the safety of you waiting for
him, you are the right one for him Ducky. I’m going to go back to my boat,
I know he is safe now.”

Ducky just nodded and watched as Jethro let himself out, making sure the door
was shut. The familiar motions of making his Hot chocolate soothed him further,
he was glad that eh wouldn’t have to have a confrontation with Jethro.

Anthony was sleeping lightly when he returned to the room with the hot chocolate.
His boy predictably woke at his return smiling up at him, “I smell real
hot chocolate.”

Ducky smiled indulgently down at the younger man, “That would be because
I made some real hot chocolate.”

Holding the cup carefully, Ducky slipped the straw into Anthony’s mouth.
Shared between them, the cup was quickly emptied and put on the bedside table.

“Did I hear Gibbs?” Anthony asked nervously, Ducky knew if his boy
hadn’t been tied up he would have been fidgeting.

“He was here, rather upset about nearly loosing you today.” Anthony
went very pale. “It is fine Anthony, he won’t say anything except
maybe tell me when something is wrong with you so I won’t have to force
it out of you.”

Anthony smiled, it was a nervous smile but still a smile.

“I had hoped one day he would join us.”

“Look after me you mean,” Anthony sniped.

“I will not live forever.”

“Yes you will,” he was told stubbornly, “And I am just just
where I want to be,” Anthony added smugly.

“What do you mean?” Ducky asked, recognising how smug his boy was.

“He offered and I refused, I was already hoping you would have me. I knew
from our first meeting that I wanted you.”

Ducky just nodded his head while he thought about what Anthony had told him. He
guessed that part of Jethro’s anger had been jealousy and his sudden change
had hopefully been a realisation that his relationship with both him and Anthony
was more important than petty jealousy.

“I love you Ducky, you are just what I wanted and needed.”

Ducky smiled at his boy, knowing that the use of his name had been deliberate
but liberties would not be taken. “I do not think you have permission to
use that name in this room my boy.”

“Sorry Sir,” Anthony replied with a smile and a laugh.

“I love you, now then I think I will let your arms down and we can get some
sleep.”

Ducky unfastened Anthony from the bed but left the leather cuffs on him, Anthony
watched him as he undressed and climbed in. He gave a happy sigh as he immediately
had arms full of a happy, sleepy Anthony. Ducky fell asleep stroking the muscular
back, thinking of all the wonderfully wicked things he would do to Anthony in
the morning.

THE END