"And now we shop," Tobias said with a grin. "Quickly now, into your shoes and coat, there's a car waiting by now, I think."
Noah smiled and gave Tobias a nod. He seemed eager to see the shop himself. He did exactly as he was told -- slipped into his shoes, and made his way into the foyer to get his coat. As they left the suite for the elevators, Noah was firmly at heel.
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In the cab, Tobias amused himself by staring at Noah's crotch. "When we get there," he said quietly,
"you can speak as freely as you can at any scene function we've attended. You'll act every inch the submissive you are, but you're not ordered to silence. That won't hold true if we're allowed to attend the club tonight, however. The man who runs the shop is British, so there won't be any trouble with the language -- that's actually why we're going there, in a roundabout way."
He looked out the window for a moment and then returned his gaze to Noah's lap. "When I was here ten years ago I needed a few things and found his place entirely because I needed an English speaker.
We got along, and he introduced me to a few other people, and then I was permitted to go to the club --
it's associated with his shop somehow, though I'm not clear on the details."
The car slowed to a stop on a narrow street and Tobias nodded. "Here we are." He paid the driver and climbed out of the cab, Noah right behind him. "All right?"
Noah reached down to adjust his erection after they got out of the car, and Tobias watched him give himself a squeeze through his jeans. He didn't seem to care that they were standing on a public sidewalk.
"Understood, sir," he said, breathing through the slight discomfort.
Tobias nodded and walked to a nondescript door, pushing it open without bothering to ring the bell. As he'd remembered, the outer room was so barren that a casual or mistaken visitor would turn around and leave again, thinking they had the wrong place. He smiled to himself and led Noah to the inner door, where he paused long enough to knock before nudging the door open.
"Un moment,s'ilvous plait," a voice said as they walked in.
Tobias looked at the man's head, bent over his desk, and murmured, "Of course."
The head snapped up and Gregory beamed at him, instantly giving Tobias all of his attention. "It was you!" he cried, coming around the desk with his arms out. "Tobias Vincent. I thought they were having me on."
Tobias smiled and returned the affectionate greeting. "No such luck; I finally came back," he said, kissing Gregory's cheek.
"And you brought a present, too!" Gregory said, looking Noah up and down. "My, my."
Tobias rolled his eyes. "Just to look at, Gregory."
"It's enough. Tell me, boy. Does that lovely cock always stand so proud for your Master, or is this a special occasion?"
Noah smiled, keeping his eyes respectfully low. "Paris happens to be a special occasion, sir, but it's never far from making its presence known when Sir is near, even when he doesn't specifically request it,"
he replied smoothly.
Both Gregory and Tobias laughed. "Well done, pet."
Noah's smile grew broader. He turned slightly toward Tobias. "Thankyou, sir," he said, and then he turned his attention back to Gregory. "Master says the two of you go back a very long way. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."
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"And you," Gregory said smoothly. "I'd tell you stories, but I suspect I'd better not."
"That would be wise," Tobias said, just as smoothly.
Gregory's smile grew and he nodded his head sharply. "Shall we, then?" He moved back behind his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out a file folder. "I believe we've got it right for you, Tobias."
Tobias moved to the chair in front of the desk and sat, pointing at the floor. "Noah." He smiled to himself as Noah immediately sank to his knees, his arms going behind his back. "Good boy," he said softly, reaching down to pat Noah's erection. "Keep it up for me while I look at the pretty pictures."
Tobias could sense that Noah was curious and wanted to look as well, but he was a good boy, of course, and instead he knelt calmly at Tobias' side, with only the occasional movement to palm himself through his jeans.
Tobias leaned back in the chair and flipped the file open, nodding with approval at the first image. When he'd called from the hotel he'd only had the sketchiest idea of what he wanted; Gregory had really come through. "These are in stock?" he asked, moving to the next picture.
"Certainly. He can be fitted as soon as you've decided; Andre is especially eager to work on the last --
there are two styles there for you to look at. Oh, and the harness can be adjusted in multiple ways, depending on how many D rings you want."
Tobias made an appreciative sound as he took out the last two images, considering the options. The harness shown on the model in the first picture would do nicely, and he had more elaborate leather at home, but the chaps were going to be a work of art. The first of the two images he had in his hand was quite basic, but made of a super soft leather he knew from experience would fit like a second skin and warm nicely from Noah's body heat.
"This second is rather... obvious, isn't it?" he asked, looking at the image. The leather was less tight, though not so loose as the chaps Tobias had for riding. They did, however, have studs down the sides that Tobias could see no use for, and laces along the front edge. In the picture, the model had a red and swollen erection tied up rather prettily in the laces, his cock held in place where the laces wound around the head and were then fastened back into the chaps.
"Obvious is the point," Gregory said easily, his eyes drifting to where Noah was once more playing with himself.
"Point taken." Tobias closed the file and pushed it across the desk. "The simple harness, leather cuffs for his wrists, and the second set, I think. If they can be made a little tighter -- not as tight as the first, though."
Gregory beamed at him. "Lovely. I'll fetch Andre, and the boys can go play while you and I go look at toys upstairs. You said you needed a--"
"Crop," Tobias said firmly.
"A crop." Gregory smiled and stood up. "I'll be right back," he said as he walked around the desk.
"You're a lucky boy, lad."
"Always, sir," Noah agreed, moving his hands behind his back again. His gaze followed Gregory's feet
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as he left the room. He glanced in Tobias' direction, and then seemed to sit up a bit straighter as if he might be able to see what was lying on the desk.
"You'll see soon enough, pet," Tobias said, amused. "Tell me, what have you been thinking about? What do you think of all this?"
"I've been thinking about, well, things... to keep me hard, sir. And I think all of this is intriguing, and it's making me extremely curious and a little bit nervous. Master Gregory is very friendly, and handsome."
"He's the devil in a suit," Tobias said with a grin. "And what things are you thinking about?"
Noah glanced in Tobias' direction and then looked straight ahead again. "Honestly, sir?"
"Of course," Tobias said, surprised. "Always."
"I've been thinking about the incredibly hot sounds you made when my tongue was in your ass."
Tobias was grateful he wasn't normally the type to blush. "I'm glad the utter meltdown of my nervous system is so pleasant for you," he said with a smile.
The door Gregory had vanished through opened, and he returned with a tall, broad man following him.
"This is Andre," Gregory said. "A genius with leather and silk."
Tobias stood and nodded. "Andre. This is Noah. You know what I want?"
Andre nodded once.
"Good. Let me know if he softens or comes, other than that, he's in your hands."
Andre took a step back and held the door open. "This way, please," he said softly.
Noah glanced in Tobias' direction.
"Go on, pet," Tobias said reassuringly, giving Noah a pat on the shoulder.
With that, Noah stood silently and made his way across the room to Andre. He paused by the door, then stepped past the much larger man and disappeared into the hall beyond him.
Tobias looked at Gregory and the two of them began to laugh.
"Oh, the poor lad," Gregory finally managed. "He looked terrified."
"He'll be fine," Tobias said confidently. "He'll also come back down here over the moon and with another admirer."
Gregory tilted his head. "I don't know about that. Andre sees a lot of bodies."
"It's not his body," Tobias said, fully aware that he was sounding like a smitten old man. "It's just him."
Gregory beamed at him and gestured to another door. "Ah. You're in love. Come. Let's go find a nice crop for you to use on your boy. Show him how much you care."
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Tobias laughed and followed along as Gregory led him up narrow steps to a large open space. There was a whipping doll at one end of the room, and each wall was lined with racks and shelves and cases of floggers and other toys. "It's like... walking into a feast," Tobias said.
Gregory nodded. "We have some wonderful suppliers. The in-house work is on the right; you should be able to find something suitable."
Tobias didn't doubt it. He fingered the crops and swung a few experimentally, always looking for another.
"So how long have you had the boy?" Gregory asked curiously.
"About six months." Tobias swished another crop and set it down, moving to the canes for a moment.
"We're renegotiating."
"Going well?"
"You want to take him off my hands?" Tobias teased, walking toward the dummy.
"I wouldn't dream of it. I have my hands full as it is, and I doubt your Noah would take to another easily."
"You're right." Tobias laid into the dummy with the cane and shook his head. "Ship this to me. I won't use it on him here." He moved back to the crops and picked up the three he liked best. "Negotiations are barely started, but I doubt there will be issues. Though... I've already told him I'm going to ask for a live-in arrangement."
"How did he react to that?" Gregory asked as Tobias tried the first of the crops on the dummy.
"I'm not really sure. Which bothers me. However, I have a secret weapon, so I'm not worried."
"And what's that?" Gregory asked, shaking his head. "Not that one. Try the short tail."
Tobias nodded and switched crops. "Real estate. I want more. I think he'd feel better about it if we were both moving, not just him into my space. My current flat is a little... uptown."
"And he's downtown?"
Tobias laughed. "Not what I meant. He works downtown." He swung the crop again. "This one, I think."
"Good choice. Will you bring it tonight?"
"We've been invited?"
"You're being invited now. That crop, your boy, those chaps. It'll be a grand time."
Tobias found himself smiling broadly as he nodded.
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There was no mistaking the club for anything other than what it was.
At the door Tobias showed a card that Gregory had given him, and he and Noah were both looked over rather carefully before being admitted, but once inside they were swept into a world Tobias had rarely visited; he had his doubts if Noah had ever been a part of anything like it at all.
In a small room to the side of the entrance Noah was relieved of his long coat, the only article of clothing that had made him fit to leave the hotel room, and Tobias clipped a lead to his chest harness. Tobias himself wore a dark suit, his starched and pristine appearance in direct contrast to the way Noah was so blatantly on display.
"All right, pet," he said softly, palming Noah's rampant erection. "No talking at all. Not to me, not to anyone. If you need help, signal me some other way. Keep hard, keep your eyes down, and make me proud. Do as you're told, and everything will be fine. Understood?"
Noah nodded sharply and said nothing. He seemed to be a little nervous, but Tobias had expected as much. He knew Noah would settle once he got used to the atmosphere; he wouldn't have brought Noah here if he'd thought this was more than his boy could handle.
Tobias turned and led Noah from the foyer with Noah tight at his heel. At the large double doors they were met by two men who once more checked Tobias' card, and then the doors were opened to them.
As they stepped in, the music and sounds flowed over them, and Tobias tugged slightly on Noah's leash.
It was a sex club. Where their own club at least pretended to be a gentleman's club and had the lower floor reserved for non-play, this one had no such pretensions. Tables were scattered about and there was a bar, but the whipping post at the far end of the room was in use, and a man standing at the bar was quite obviously finger fucking his sub.
Tobias grinned and moved slowly through the room, exchanging looks and nods with various people, none of whom he recognized. The Tops were sizing him up, taking a good look at Noah, and trying to place him. He was merely existing, letting hisdemeanor speak for him.
"Tobias!"
He turned to the right, searching for the owner of the voice and finally spotting Gregory sitting at a table near the back. He nodded and made his way over, Noah keeping to heel easily and smoothly.
"Hello, Gregory." Tobias laid his crop on the table and pulled out a chair. He sat and Noah sank to his knees beside him. "Nice crowd," he said, patting Noah's head.
"It's a bit quiet," Gregory said with a grin. "No one's actually fucking on the tables yet."
Tobias knew he wasn't exaggerating.
"Looks nice," Gregory said, looking at Noah. "Andre does good work, and he had... quite a bit to work with, didn't he?"
Tobias smirked. "He did fine." He pet Noah again and winked. "We had a lot of fun dressing him. Poor baby was a mess until I got him all tied up."