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Gibbs confesses the truth
Chapter 26

Gibbs sat on the couch with the newspaper on his lap and listened to the noises coming from upstairs. He couldn't help but smile when he heard another drawer slam shut and then Tony yelling out a curse that would make a sailor blush. When he heard Tony begin to stomp down the stairs, Gibbs quickly picked up the newspaper to hide his amusement behind it.

"Where the hell are my pants?" Tony shouted.

Using very deliberate moves, Gibbs slowly folded the newspaper and laid it on the coffee table. He crossed his legs and placed his arm on the back of the couch before looking over at Tony. Gibbs had to fight to keep from laughing out loud at the sight before him. There stood Tony, wearing only the long tunic top of his slave rags and his sandals. He had his hands on his hips and was angrily tapping his foot. Good thing the tunic goes down to his knees. God, he is so adorable when he's mad.
"What's the matter, Tony?" Gibbs smirked. "Don't like to show off those sexy legs of yours?"

"You think this is funny?" Tony barked angrily. "Is this a joke to you?"

Gibbs leaned forward, the smirk replaced with a stern glare. "Oh, believe me, this is far from a joke," he said in a harsh tone. "Today will determine what kind of life you're going to have from here on out."

Tony didn't like the sound of that. In fact, it made his stomach flip. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Get over here," Gibbs snapped, ignoring the question. He picked up the chains from the coffee table and stood when Tony reluctantly moved closer. "You're going to have to strip when we get to The Cellar," Gibbs said as he clipped the chain around Tony's waist and the snapped the attached handcuffs around his wrists. "It's going to be a lot easier if you only have the tunic to remove."

"And my dick hanging out for all to see," Tony mumbled under his breath.

***NCIS***

Gibbs pulled the truck into the parking space that was closest to the front door of The Cellar. This way he could get Tony out of the car and into the restaurant quickly. Despite what Tony believed, Gibbs really didn't like parading a half-naked slave in front of the general public.

Gibbs shut the car off and then turned slightly in his seat. He could see by Tony's body language that he was not only angry but afraid. Gibbs was beginning to wonder if he had made the right decision. Initially, he had felt that by keeping Tony in the dark as to his true motive behind this impromptu visit to The Cellar, he was keeping Tony safe and not putting him under any unnecessary stress, but he could see now he was wrong. Tony needed to know the whole truth, to be warned what was about to happen. Anything else would be just too cruel and unfair.

"Tony," Gibbs said gently, but Tony continued to stare out the side window, his hands folded in his lap. "Tony, look at me." When Gibbs still got no response he decided it was time to do a bit of groveling. "Tony, look at me. Please?"

Tony was startled when he heard Gibbs actually say please. No matter how pissed he was at the man, he couldn't help but respond to his gentle plea. "Yes, Master?" Tony asked quietly as he turned to face him. He was shocked at the look of regret he saw in Gibbs' eyes.

"Tony, I'm about to break one of my biggest rules," Gibbs said as he reached over and grasped Tony's hand. "But in this case, I think you more than deserve it." Taking a deep breath, Gibbs continued, "I'm sorry about this morning and for what is about to happen here. I know I told you this is a trust exercise and to a certain extent it is, but there is more to this little trip than that."

"What do you mean?" Tony asked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as a feeling of dread came over him.

Gibbs took another deep breath and then blew it out slowly. It was now or never. Once he told Tony the whole story, the young man would most likely hate him for the rest of his life, and if that was the case Gibbs was calling this whole thing off right now.

"McGee called me early this morning to inform me he found out your father is here in DC," Gibbs began, his hand gently squeezing Tony's when he saw him stiffen in fear. "According to McGee, he's here having lunch. I apparently it's his favorite place when he's in town."

"Are-are you going to sell me to him?" Tony asked, his voice shaking so badly he could barely get the words out. "Is th-that why you brought me here, because I'm soiled and you no longer want me?"

Gibbs eyes widened in shock. Is that what Tony had been thinking? That because of what Falco had done to him he was now soiled merchandise? That he was no longer worthy of being the great Leroy Jethro Gibbs' slave? Gibbs knew right then and there he had made the right choice in telling Tony the whole truth.

Gibbs wrapped his arms around Tony and hugged him close. "Oh God, no Tony, I would never do that. I love you, you silly fool, and nothing, and I mean nothing, will ever make me want to give you up." Gibbs held Tony until the tremors he could feel running though Tony's body begin to subside. Pulling back he looked Tony in the eye. "You are not soiled, do you understand me? What Falco did was not your fault. Yes, you should have told me from the start, but I think you've learned that lesson."

Tony nodded in agreement and then asked, "Then why are we here, especially if my father is inside? If you don't plan to sell me to him than why are you parading me naked in front of him?"

"My expectation is that I will throw him off balance," Gibbs explained. "I'm know that if he wants you as badly as he appears to, that if he sees you in your beautiful naked glory, kneeling at my side, the perfect slave, that he will approach me with another offer to purchase you. Then I intend to throw it up in his face just how perfect you are. How responsive you are in bed and how I can have you anytime and anywhere I want."

"You're going to drive him fucking nuts," Tony said.

"Exactly," Gibbs replied with a self-satisfying smirk on his face.

"Are you crazy?" Tony snapped. "I've told you what kind of a man my father is. You've seen for yourself the extent he'll go through to get his hands on me and you think it'll be fun to antagonize the man?"

"Tony, settle down," Gibbs said calmly.

"Settle down? That man wouldn't hesitate to kill you in order to get what he wants," Tony frantically explained. "Why would you think trying to push him over the edge would be a good idea?"

"Because I'm wearing a wire," Gibbs said as he pulled his shirt up enough to show the microphone. "My goal is to get him so pissed, so frustrated, that he can't think. Then maybe he'll slip up and admit he was behind what Falco did to you. I want that man in prison for what he has done and this may well be the one and only chance we get."

Tony sat there staring at Gibbs and thought about what he had said. He was right, this may be the only chance they would get, but Tony couldn't help but wonder if Gibbs really knew just how dangerous his father could be.

Tony took and a deep breath and turned to look out the side window. Of course Gibbs knew how dangerous his father was. This was what the re-training had been about. He needed to trust that Gibbs knew what he was doing and that he would risk his own life to keep him safe. Now he finally understood why Gibbs had gone through with the whole restraint, "learn to trust me" exercise and he could no longer be angry at the man.

"Jack me off," Tony said quietly.

"What?" Gibbs asked, sure he had misunderstood what he had heard. He watched as Tony began digging through the glove box before pulling something out and shutting the door. Gibbs was shocked when Tony held up something he hadn't seen since his slave training days. It was an anal-penetration cock ring. They had used several versions of it in the training facilities but this one was a type he'd never seen before. It appeared to be made of silicone and the anal penetration part of it was a series of ridges. It was obviously long enough that it would sit against the prostate perfectly. What surprised Gibbs the most was the remote Tony held in his other hand.

"Where the hell did that come from?" Gibbs snapped.

"It..it was one Falco use to use on me," Tony explained, his eyes downcast in shame.

"How did it end up here?" Gibbs asked.

Unable to look Gibbs in the eye, Tony said, "He forgot to…he was in a big hurry when you came back early once, and forgot to take it off, so I had to wear it home. I don't know what I thought I'd achieve but I grabbed the remote on the way out. When you stopped to get gas, while you were in paying, I-I pulled it out and threw it in the glove box." Tony's head shot up when he quickly added, "I wiped it off first, I swear."

"And just what do you expect me to do with it?" Gibbs asked with a smirk.

"Well, you want to drive my father nuts," Tony said. "What better way than to parade the one thing he can't get his hands on in front of him with a hard on? Show him what he is missing by showing him what you have and what…what you can do with it."

"You want me to use the remote on you, in front of your father, in the middle of the restaurant? Do you realize what that will do to you?" Gibbs asked. He couldn't believe what Tony was suggesting, but it suddenly dawned on him what Tony was doing. "Of course you do. After the hell Falco put you through, you know exactly what you're doing, but can you handle it?"

"As long as you're at my side, I can handle anything," Tony said softly. "I trust you to keep me safe."

Gibbs' heart swelled with love for the man sitting next to him and he couldn't stop himself from reaching for him and pulling him in for a deep and passionate kiss, his tongue thrusting into that sweet, hot mouth and tasting every inch of it. Gibbs hand worked its way under Tony's tunic and found his semi-erect penis and he wrapped his hand around it. He slowly stroked its length, running his thumb over the tip and gathering the drop of pre-cum he found there. Breaking the kiss, Gibbs brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked the fluid off, smiling at the moan he heard from Tony.

Gibbs hand found its way back to Tony's cock, which was now fully erect, and his mouth descended onto Tony's neck where he proceeded to drive the man insane with his kisses, nips and licks. "So," Gibbs murmured against Tony's skin. "How are we going to get that thing on you with you sitting in the car?"

Tony's entire body trembled with pleasure and he could barely think. If Gibbs kept this up he wasn't going to be able to function at all. "I-I c-could try to turn around and get on m-my knees on the s-seat. You could r-reach my a...ohhhhhhh." Tony moaned long and loud as Gibbs hand worked his magic.

"Okay, see what you can do," Gibbs said as he pulled away. "Can you do it with your chains on, or do you need me to unlock them?"

Tony had to blink a few times to clear his head. Once his brain kicked back into gear he started to try and turn himself around. "No, I think I can do it." Tony stopped what he was doing when he noticed Gibbs reaching for the ashtray. He was curious why Gibbs would need that, seeing as he didn't smoke. His eyes grew wide when Gibbs pulled out a small bottle of lube. "When did you start carrying lube in the ashtray?"

Gibbs simply smiled and said, "Can you think of anything better to keep in there? I sure as hell ain't going to use it for cigarettes."

Tony laughed as he worked his way around onto his knees so that he was facing the back seat. It caused his ass to stick out at just the right angle for the insertion. Tony gave out a small gasp when Gibbs lubed finger entered him and a gentle kiss was placed on his ass cheek. It wasn't long before he was moaning and pushing back against those wonderful fingers that were carefully stretching his puckered opening.

"Are you ready for this," Gibbs whispered in Tony's ear seductively.

"Y-yes, do it," Tony answered breathlessly. Tony sucked in a breath when the cock ring slipped over his erection. It was a tight fit and clamped down over the base with just the right amount of pressure. When the ridges if the dildo that was attached to the cock ring entered his ass he couldn't stop the cry of pleasure that escaped his lips.

"Am I hurting you?" Gibbs asked. He knew it had been a while for Tony. Since he had still been recovering from the hell Falco had put him through, Gibbs had been afraid to initiate anything with him. He didn't want Tony to think he was being forced or to have any flashbacks to his torture. So he was afraid the cry he had heard was from pain.

"N-no, not at all," Tony replied as a tremble rushed through him. "J-just the opposite."

Gibbs smiled as he pushed the dildo in the rest of the way. When Tony was turned back around and gingerly sat down Gibbs picked up the remote. "So, should we see if we have it positioned right?" Gibbs asked as he turned the remote on.

Tony's hips jerked up involuntarily when the dildo began to vibrate against his prostate and he grabbed the dashboard and yelled out, "Oh fucking momma!"

"Yep, looks like it's in the right spot," Gibbs laughed as he turned it up.

"Sweet Jesus," Tony shouted with another jerk of his hips. "Y-you keep that up and I'm g-going to cum in spite of the cock ring."

"Okay, I'll stop." Gibbs continued to laugh as he shut the remote off. "It's just you look so fucking sexy like that. Let's get this over with so we can go home and spend some time in the playroom."

Tony looked at Gibbs, his eyes filled with hope. "Do you mean it?"

"Yes, of course I mean it," Gibbs said. "Why wouldn't I?"

"It's just that…" Tony said, casting his eyes down again.

"What is it, Tony?" Gibbs asked and grabbed Tony's hand.

"It's just that you haven't touched me since, you know," Tony began. "I was afraid you wouldn't ever want to touch me again."

"No, Tony," Gibbs said and squeezed Tony's hand. "You don't know how bad I've wanted to be with you. It's just…I was concerned…I didn't want to push you too soon. After what you had been put through you didn't need me demanding my rights as your Master."

"Thank you for that," Tony said, genuinely touched by Gibbs care. "But I really need you to fuck me, damn it." Tony couldn't help but laugh when Gibbs moaned this time.

"Then let's get in there and get this done," Gibbs said as he opened his door. He leaned over so his mouth was close to Tony's ear and said, "Then I'm taking you home and fucking you into the mattress."

Tony shivered as he watched Gibbs get out of the truck and head around to his side so he could snap on Tony's collar and leash. He was going to do whatever it took to set his father off as fast as possible, because Gibbs had a promise to keep and Tony was going to see to it he kept that promise.

***NCIS***

Gibbs entered the restaurant with Tony following close behind. He kept pulling his tunic down in hopes of hiding how badly it tented out in front of him from his erection, but it wasn't making a bit of difference. They were immediately met by the maître d'.

"Welcome to The Cellar, sir. My name is Charles and I'll be seating you." The man greeted Gibbs and totally ignoring, Tony said, "Just yourself for lunch, or is someone joining you?"

"No, I'm alone," Gibbs as he quickly scanned the restaurant. He wanted to make sure he knew where the exits were in case they needed a quick get-away. It wasn't long before he spotted Senior sitting at a table with a young slave kneeling on the floor next to him. Gibbs knew they needed to walk right past his table and he prayed Tony would be able to handle it. "I'd like a table towards the back."

"Yes, of course, sir." Charles smiled and picked up a menu. "With a slave pillow or without, sir?"

"With, of course," Gibbs snapped.

"I meant no offense, sir," The man quickly apologized. "We have a few customers who prefer their slaves to kneel on the floor. I have made it a habit to ask each time."

"Fine," Gibbs said with a glare. "Now you know. Can we be seated now?"

"Yes, sir," Charles said and then indicated Tony with a dip of his head. "Just as soon as your slave is disrobed. Would you like me to disrobe him, sir?"

"Absolutely not," Gibbs snarled. "Nobody but me touches my slave."

"As you wish, sir," Charles said as he gave a slight bow.

Gibbs turned to Tony and nodded.

Tony pulled at the Velcro at the shoulder of his tunic. This allowed him to pull it off over his head while still chained. He went to hand it to the maître d' but stopped when he saw the look on the man's face. He was staring at Tony's fully erect penis with a look that was a cross between shock and lust. Tony could feel his cheeks heating up with embarrassment and he wanted to crawl in a hole and pull it in after him.

Gibbs looked between Charles and Tony and then grabbed the tunic. With a deep growl, he thrust the garment into the maître d' hands. He almost smiled as Charles startled and then quickly looked away from Tony's cock.

"Yes, well, if you'll come with me, sir," Charles said as he cleared his throat. "And may I compliment you on your slave choice. You have excellent taste."

Gibbs began to follow the man as he replied, "Just remember who he belongs to and we'll get along just fine."

"Of course, sir," Charles quickly said, turning so he was talking to Gibbs directly. "I would never think otherwise."

"See that you don't," Gibbs said, the threat clearly implied.

When they began to move towards their table again, Gibbs realized Tony wasn't following. Instead he was standing in the middle of the restaurant. His face had lost all color and he was shaking.

"Come, Tony," Gibbs said sternly as he pulled gently on the leash.

Tony's head was down, like a good slave should be, but Gibbs could see his eyes were cast over to the right of where they stood. It was as if he couldn't tear them away from what he was looking at and Gibbs knew immediately that he had seen his father. Now, he had to try to get Tony over his fear and get him moving again, because his whole plan hinged on Senior seeing his perfect slave and right at the moment Tony was far from perfect.
Chapter End Notes:
Sorry to all who read here. I actually had this ready before Christmas but forgot to post it here. So instead of a Christmas gift-Happy New Year.
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