He coiled the whip a little tighter and moved to the open area, then snapped it out. As he coiled it again he noted its weight and made the necessary adjustments to his swing, the second strike feeling better than the first. He nodded to himself and walked back to Noah as he looped it again. "Two, pet. Take them for me."
Tobias waited, knowing Noah's ritual. His boy checked his footing again, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, and then nodded. Jean-Pierre, Tobias knew, was watching critically.
"Good boy." Tobias didn't make a promise of a reward -- Noah knew very well that he'd be taken care of. With one more pat to Noah's marked ass Tobias moved back.
The room seemed quieter than it had been a few moments before, and Tobias took a moment to catch Gregory's eye and then Jean-Pierre's. They were both watching him intently, their bodies still. With a sharply drawn breath Tobias let fly, the whip sounding large in the room as it cracked on the floor before licking Noah's shoulder. Once and then again it sounded, two identical welts rising up on Noah's shoulder blades. The one on the right covered the scar that no one else had probably even noticed.
Noah growled through his shout. He rose up on his toes and then down again, then arched his back and shrugged his shoulders, moving as if trying to escape the sting. The welts grew to an angry red, and Noah whimpered softly through shallow panting as he settled down. He pressed his forehead to the post and closed his eyes.
The room, which had gone so silent only a moment before, erupted in applause and congratulatory shouts in several different languages. A couple of the men watching gave Tobias friendly taps on the shoulder and another handed him a bottle of water.
Apparently, Jean-Pierre knew when he was beat. "This is very nice work, and your boy is strong. How many can he manage, eh?"
Tobias shrugged and sipped the water. "As many as I ask for," he said with a grin. "Seriously? He could probably take two more now, three if I told him he could come."
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He passed the water bottle back and went to Noah before Jean-Pierre could reply. "Good, pet," he praised Noah, turning his head with his hand and plunging his tongue into Noah's mouth. His cock throbbed at the familiar taste, and he pulled back. "Very, very good."
He began to undo the cuffs, smiling at Michel. "Both of you."
"Oui,trèsbien !" Jean-Pierre added, grinning as he freed Michel from his cuffs as well. Michel went right to his knees. "Mais, non! My darling, stand up now, you are not being punished any longer, you know?"
The boy seemed to have forgotten and was grinning all over again as he stood. Jean-Pierre kissed him and clipped his lead back to his collar.
Noah rubbed at his wrists for a moment after they were freed and then leaned against Tobias, still seeming a bit unsteady on his feet.
"Easy," Tobias whispered, hands going to Noah's waist. He looked around and took yet another offered water bottle, smiling his thanks to the man giving it to them. "Here." He held the bottle to Noah's mouth and let the boy take several swallows before he lowered it. "Better?"
Noah nodded, and did seem better for the cool water. He reached down and slipped his fingers around the lead attached to his chest harness and pressed it into Tobias' hand. The crowd started to break up.
"It is a shame he goes back to America," Jean-Pierre said to Gregory as he sat down at the table again.
He pulled Michel onto his lap and pulled the key to the boy's cock-cage out of his pocket.
"Please, we'd spend all our time trying to keep up," Gregory protested with a grin. "And where's the fun in that?"
Tobias shook his head and laughed as he sat back down. "I didn't even take off my tie," he pointed out.
"And you know very well that it's the boy's strength, not mine, that matters." He petted Noah, urging him to kneel as close as he could, touching him as much as he could. He was half tempted to pull Noah into his lap, but he wanted to see how he was reacting to the marks before he did that. Still, though... if he was about to watch Jean-Pierre bring his boy off, something had to give before he ruined his trousers.
Noah took the cues well, kneeling with full contact along Tobias' leg and resting his head on Tobias'
knees.
Michel moaned as the cage was removed and gasped when Jean-Pierre took his prick in his fingers. It grew hard almost the moment it was freed from the restraint, and Jean-Pierre praised the boy quietly as he started to stroke.
Tobias bit back a moan, more for his own sake than Michel's, although the boy was lovely. He stroked over Noah's hair again and down so one finger could trace the silver collar. His collar on his boy, his marks on his boy, his boy being absolutely, perfectly well behaved. Pride swelled him, the high settling over him as he glanced down at where Noah rested against him.
He heard the growl coming from his chest even before he'd realized he was making it, and then he bent over, urging Noah to come to him, to crawl up his body and feel him, to curl against him and be held.
"Oh, a double feature," Gregory murmured with a smile.
Noah slipped into Tobias' arms easily, pressing warm fingers against the bulge in his trousers. Noah was
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pliable and warm and entirely focused on Tobias as he kissed Tobias' jaw and offered his mouth.
In the background Tobias heard Michel gasp and sigh and Jean-Pierre's soft encouraging voice.
Tobias kissed Noah quickly, taking his mouth almost brutally as he pushed into Noah's hand. He moaned into the kiss and sucked Noah's tongue for a moment, then let him go. "Watch," he urged, turning Noah slightly. "Watch and wait. I'll take care of you."
He settled Noah in his lap and slipped his hand down, skimming Noah's erection and cupping his balls before sliding two fingers farther back, dancing over the entrance to Noah's body.
"Maybe you should stay," Gregory said hoarsely, and Tobias spared him a quick glance, unsurprised to see Martin once more between his Master's thighs.
Noah's gaze was on Michel's erection and on the hand that was working it smoothly, rhythmically, almost hypnotically. Jean-Pierre's boy whimpered and moaned and started to rock his hips not so much into his Master's fingers but back to ride his plug.
"Ah, good boy," Jean-Pierre encouraged. "You see? Noah watches you, he knows you are a good boy.
Mongarçon . My darling. Is good?"
Michel nodded enthusiastically, and then his breath caught and he started to shudder. Noah gasped and reached back to push his hand against Tobias' bulge again.
Tobias moaned softly and pushed into Noah's touch, watching Michel flex and shake, chasing his orgasm. His eyes were starting to drift shut, the shaking increasing, and Tobias' cock throbbed under the heat of Noah's hand. He could hear the wet sounds of Martin sucking on Gregory and he could feel Noah's urgency build. His poor boy was likely in pain, having been hard for so very long.
He pushed his fingers against Noah's hole and arched slightly. "Touch me, pet," he whispered. "I want you."
Jean-Pierre pulled Michel tight against his chest as the boy's hips began to jerk through his grip. The next moment he shot, and Jean-Pierre pushed the boy's cock hard to his skin so the spunk soaked Michel's belly, his chest, and all the way up to his chin.
Noah groaned and his fingers deftly tugged at Tobias' fly, pushed past the rich fabric, and tightened around Tobias' prick. He turned in Tobias' lap so his back was to Tobias' chest, spread his legs wide to straddle his lap, and started to stroke Tobias as if he were stroking himself.
Jean-Pierre grinned and made a comment to Gregory that Tobias saw around Noah but couldn't hear.
Michel had disappeared between the man's thighs and was already mouthing the rigid length under Jean-Pierre's trousers.
With a gasp and a roll of his hips, Tobias quickly sucked on his fingers, watching both Michel and Martin as they serviced their Masters. Noah was stroking him the way he liked it best, paying attention to what Tobias needed, and Tobias felt himself swell even more.
He shifted enough that he could open Noah, pushing two wet fingers in deep.
"That's it," Gregory said, and Tobias didn't know if it was to Martin or him, or even Michel. He didn't
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really care.
Noah gasped and leaned forward a little to give Tobias' hand more room, bearing down on his fingers.
His hand stuttered, just for a moment, and then continued stroking slowly.
Michel had Jean-Pierre's cock down his throat and was making more noise than his Master was.
Jean-Pierre was sipping a drink with one hand and holding a cigarette with the other.
Tobias worked his fingers deeper into Noah, moving quickly. His boy was going to ache in the morning for more reasons than he could really count right then, but he didn’t want to hurt him. He felt Noah ripple around his fingers and he bit down on the nearest piece of skin he could reach. "Good boy," he growled.
"Open up for me, sweetheart. Want to fuck you."
Noah moaned and lifted his hips, pressing Tobias' erection backward toward his hole. "Please," he started to beg, but caught himself before saying anything more.
Tobias ignored the slip, his cock actually leaping at the sound of Noah's voice begging for him. He panted, trying not to groan as he lifted Noah's hips and began to push in, steadying his boy as he eased Noah down onto his prick.
"Oh, sweet," Gregory purred, and Tobias could see him moving out of the corner of his eye, leaning forward over Martin's head. "Boy, watch. No, I... yes, that's it. Stop, watch. Use your hand."
Tobias bit his lip, Noah sinking a little more, taking more of him with a low moan. Taking him mostly dry should have been hurting, but Noah didn't seem to mind.
Finally Noah's ass sat flush on Tobias thighs and he hissed, shifting once and then again before he fumbled for Tobias' hand and pressed it to his erection. "Oh, sir," he breathed and didn't seem to notice he'd said anything at all this time.
"God," Tobias whispered. He couldn't remember the last time Noah had felt to tight, so incredible. He fumbled with the ties around Noah's cock, his eyes closing as he concentrated. Suddenly there was another hand there, and his eyes flew open to see Martin on his knees before them, quick fingers sliding with his own.
His cock throbbed and he thrust up hard.
Noah grunted. He was already breathing unevenly. "Fuck, yes." He arched forward, trying to find some leverage of his own. The slight bend in his shoulders put the red welts from the bullwhip directly in Tobias' line of vision. "Martin...?" Noah's voice sounded surprised, but as Martin got the laces open, Noah groaned heavily, relieved. "Yes, yes... the ring? Sir? Ache, so hard, please, please."
Noah was somewhere else at the moment, somewhere that only he and his Master -- and apparently Martin, too -- could go. Tobias felt his boy's need as keenly as his own.
"Take it off," Tobias ground out, his hips rocking and his cock sliding in and out of Noah in short thrusts.
"Take it off him, now!"
Martin looked back at Gregory and Tobias pushed his palm over the slippery, wet head of Noah's erection. At Gregory's nod, Martin's fingers joined his, wrapping around Noah and tugging at the cock ring.
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"Christ," Gregory breathed, stroking himself. "Tobias--"
Tobias ignored him, ignored everything but the way Noah felt around him, moved on him. He thrust again, spread Noah's pre-come around, and just took in the scent of him. He bent forward and licked nearest welt.
Noah hissed at the warm tongue on hot skin. "Oh, God! Off, off, please! " he growled, and in the end it wasn't Tobias or Martin that managed to get the ring free; Noah savagely yanked the snap loose himself and tossed it on the table. "Fuck... oh, God, yeah." He started to come almost instantly, tightening around Tobias' intrusion and gulping in air.
Tobias caught one sight of Noah's come falling on Martin's face, and then Noah tightened around him like a fist and his head fell back. "Ah, fuck!" Tobias grunted, slamming into Noah and riding his boy's orgasm as his own welled up impossibly fast. He pushed again and came, the world fracturing around him as his climax was almost torn from him.
He felt Noah collapse backward against him panting harshly. "Master, so good, love you. Oh, God..."
Noah whispered softly in his ear.
As the rush in Tobias' ears quieted down it was Jean-Pierre's voice he heard next. "I don't think he hears us."
Tobias kissed Noah just above his ear and looked over at Jean-Pierre. "I'm sorry, you said something? I was a little busy."
"Indeed!" Jean-Pierre laughed loudly. "We only were saying how beautiful the two of you are together and, eh, how you say, in tune, yes? How in tune you are with your boy. Michel, water for them both, please. Quickly."
Apparently Tobias had missed the climax of Michel's efforts as well, because Michel jumped to his feet and ran off to the bar.
Tobias blinked slowly, not quite back in his right mind. "We're good together," he said softly. He turned his head and kissed Noah again. "Beautiful, sweetheart," he whispered.
Carefully, he lifted Noah a little so his softening cock could slide out; the warm trickle of his come that slid down Noah's thigh made him growl, his natural possessiveness as satiated as he was.
"Everyone survive?" he asked as Michel came back with water. He pulled Noah tight against him, holding him close.
Jean-Pierre nodded. He looked completely unruffled. "Better than you, it seems. Cigarette?" He tapped the pack so one stuck out and held out the pack out to Tobias. Michel set the water on the table and knelt, upright this time, at Jean-Pierre's side.
"No, thankyou," Tobias said, shaking his head. "Feel too good to smoke."