Chapter 17

17

T obias set his fork down and nodded to Phan, who was kneeling by the dining room door fronting Mrs. Miller's kitchen. "You can do the dishes now, boy. When you're done, meet me in the safe room."

Phan nodded and hurried to take the plate to the kitchen, clearly ready for the weekend at the farm to be underway, if Tobias would just get on with it.

Rolling his eyes and then sighing with fond exasperation, Tobias looked down at Noah. Noah had been good and had been permitted to kneel next to Tobias, had even been fed his breakfast. "I don't think that boy slept more than four hours last night," Tobias said softly to Noah. "There was a lot of chain rattling going on down there on the floor. Did he wake you?"

"He woke me once. Had I been able to get back to sleep after that while he was tossing and turning, he might have woken me again, sir," Noah replied, sounding amused more than upset. "He seems to be wound up."

"I wonder why." Tobias smirked and stood up. "Come with me. We'll see if we can't come up with something fun for him to do today. A bit of role play, I think. Any suggestions?" He walked out of the dining room with Noah at his heel and started up the stairs. "Something a little dark, maybe. Historical?"

"Hmm." Noah made a thoughtful sound, following one step behind. "Like Master and stable boy, kind of historical, sir? Wealthy landowner and lowly serf? Or do you mean like King Henry and the cute young actor who played Juliet to entertain the court kind of historical?" Noah laughed softly. "I guess that one's not so dark."

"Not dark, no. But funny." Tobias grinned as they went into the safe room. "Remind me of that one sometime. I might even make him sing for us." Seating himself in the easy chair, Tobias listened to the faint clink of dishes. "How about... well, how about pirates?" He rather liked the idea of being a captain.

Noah looked thoughtful. "I've never done pirates, sir. Done a pirate? Arrr." Noah laughed. "You look hot in boots, though."

"I know." Tobias grinned. "That's part of the draw. So, do you want be first mate or something else? Should we shanghai Phan?"

Noah grinned. "Yes, sir! First mate works for me." The glint in Noah's eye was unmistakable. "Can I tie him to the mast?"

"Sure." Tobias was feeling generous. "Okay, let's get the costumes all sorted out and then head to the stable. We can kidnap him from the ring and hustle him into one of the stalls. The black one -- there's iron manacles attached to the wall there; perfect for the brig."

Noah hurried over to the armoire in the corner of the safe room. "What did you want to wear, sir? Other than the sexy boots?"

"Leather pants, that white shirt with the wide cuffs. We have a frock coat, don't we? You can be reasonably kempt." Tobias watched Noah getting things out and stood up to change. "We'll put Phan in cotton pants and a shirt we won't mind ripping."

Noah placed a pair of Tobias' leather pants and the white shirt on the bed, then set the boots on the floor near Tobias with a thunk. They weren't pirate boots per se, but they were leather and cut high and would do nicely. For himself, he pulled out gray pants, boots, and a functional white shirt that lacked the detail of Tobias'.

"And for Phan..." Noah said out loud, searching the armoire. "Ah." He pulled out straight cut yoga pants and a white V-neck T-shirt. "How's that, sir? Do you need help dressing?"

"Just the boots -- oh, wait, Phan's coming. You just dress, sweetheart. He can help me with the boots." Tobias undressed swiftly and was just reaching for the leather pants when Phan came in. "Get the boot hooks, boy."

Phan squeaked and nodded, almost running to the wardrobe. "Yes, sir." To his credit, he didn't ask what they were doing. He just got the boot hooks and waited until Tobias had his pants on before first handing Tobias clean socks and then helping Tobias stomp into the boots.

Tobias tried not to smile as Phan watched his every move with wide eyes; he was dressed for house chores, so Tobias could tell exactly how appreciative Phan was of all the leather and the promise of a game. With a negligent gesture toward the clothes Noah had picked for Phan, Tobias told him to dress, then proceeded to ignore him. "Ready, Noah?" he asked, buttoning his own cuffs.

Noah was just stepping into his second boot. He straightened up, smoothed himself out, and then took a position at Tobias' side. "Yes, sir. Ready."

"Wonderful. Remind me to buy a sword."

Phan whimpered.

"For show," Tobias clarified, rolling his eyes. "Come on, time and tide wait for no man." He strode out of the room, his boot heels thumping.

"Tide?" Phan whispered loudly as he fell into step beside Noah, still pulling on his shirt.

Tobias heard Noah clear his throat before speaking. "Aye. Tide. Ye heard the Captain."

Phan didn't say anything, but Tobias was reasonably sure that it was because his brain was busy leapfrogging all over the place. Maybe tying him to the mast for a while was a good idea after all, if only so he'd have some time to calm down.

They crossed the yard to the stables, and Tobias spared a glance for the bunkhouse. His yard felt like his own again, now that the construction scene had been cleaned up, and there weren't any more extra vehicles or storage containers about, and the stacks of lumber were now forming walls. Of course, the place had that damaged-landscaping-freshly-done look about it, but a few subs and a week of work would take care of that.

When they were almost at the stable, Tobias said, "Phantom, you can go right to the ring, please, and pretend to be a barkeep or something while Noah and I get things ready to set sail." He smiled, thinking that, while utterly landlocked, their ship was at least in no danger of producing motion sickness. "Noah, I'd like you to do the usual checks. Water, first aid supplies. I'll handle the lights and props."

"Yes, sir." Noah moved ahead of them a few steps and unlocked and opened the door. Tobias and Phan had stepped inside.

"Shoo, you." Tobias swatted Phantom's ass as he went by and sent him hurrying down the center aisle to the former riding ring. Phan hadn't said anything since leaving the house, and Tobias wondered just how much he was going to have to settle Phan down.

Lighting the stall he wanted and going in to make sure that the manacles were in good working order, he kept an eye out for Noah. He could hear Noah going through the inventory and making sure that they had everything they could possibly need, muttering under his breath as he had to get another package of rolled gauze for the kit. They'd gone through quite a lot of it the day Tobias had decided to wrap Noah up like a mummy.

Finally, though, Noah came down to him with a supply of lube, a few water bottles, and an armful of washcloths.

"Do you think he's ready to forgive me?" Tobias asked, oiling the hinge on one metal cuff.

Noah nodded. "Yes, sir. I think he already has. He packed his second bag to come out to the farm -- the one he's keeping the surprise in progress in. I think he'll be very happy by suppertime, sir." He set everything aside discreetly in one corner of the stall. "Wow, we haven't been in this stall in a long time, sir."

"True. We should stockpile some ideas." Tobias stood up and let the manacle clink at the end of its chain. "One wall, ready for a prisoner. So, matey -- shall we go ashore and see if we can find some more or less willing crew for our next voyage?"

Noah grinned, obviously ready to play. Just then, he looked as eager as Phan had. "Aye, sir. Lead on."

Tobias led on, wishing he had some kind of soundtrack. He felt a little foolish swaggering into the ring, but then he stopped dead and started to laugh.

Phan had taken his instructions to heart. There weren't any bottles kept in the ring, other than one or two bottles of lube, so Phan had taken out every dildo they had -- including the collection of glass ones that Tobias loved -- and lined them up on the big library table. A hand-lettered sign reading "Grog" was stuck on one with what looked suspiciously like bondage tape. Behind the table, Phan was polishing a dildo, looking for all the world like the country's finest perverted barkeep.

"This looks like our kind of place," Tobias said to Noah, when he could speak without laughing.

It was a few minutes before Noah responded, likely for the same reasons, though Tobias hadn't turned around to check. "I'll have... a double, please, Captain," Noah said quickly, and then coughed to cover more laughter.

"You heard the man, barkeep! A double for my mate." He had to turn around and close his eyes when Phan immediately pushed a curved, double-headed dildo at him. "Oh, God. This might have been a mistake."

"It's a double, sir," Phan said helpfully. "Service two at once."

Noah somehow pulled a straight face out of all the hysteria and leaned on the bar. He picked up the dildo and licked one of the heads, just as Tobias turned around. "Aye, that be a fair quality in a drink. Even better in a lover. Eh, Captain?"

Tobias had to try very hard to get himself together. Phan, on the other hand, was just standing there polishing a dildo and looking expectantly at him, like he was waiting for a drink order.

Tobias gave up. There wasn't any way to actually get to where he'd been going, so he just gave up entirely and let Phan take the scene. "Aye," he said to Noah with a nod. "A strong drink, a lover, a ship. What say you, we take this fine barkeep with the quick wit? He may be of use."

"He appears to be a mite occupied at the moment, sir." Noah looked at Phan. "He may need persuading. What say you, barkeep? Looking for adventure on the high seas? Or arrrrrr ye going to give us trouble?"

Phan gave Noah a flat look. "Pirates talk funny and are kind of mean. I think I'll stay here and play with myself."

Tobias couldn't argue with the first. "We like the trouble ye be giving." He lifted his hand high and patted Noah on the back with the other one. "Grab him, me hearty -- I want him aboard my ship!"

Phan made to dive under the table, and Tobias grabbed the double dildo. "And this as well, I think. Fine booty for me booties."

Noah lunged, cop reflexes still very much intact, and caught Phan by the upper arm before Phan disappeared under the table. The next second he was across the table and hauling Phan back to his feet. He scooped up a wide, hot pink dildo and pointed it in Phan's face. "Come quiet-like, friend, or I'll be givin' ye a taste of me sword."

Phan looked at Noah's sword and blinked. "It's a little small."

Noah squinted at the dildo and shrugged. He looked at Phan and poked him in the chest with the phallus several times as he spoke. "Aye, 'tis, a bit," Pirate Noah conceded. "But it's pink! Arrrrrr. Now move it! Before the captain loses patience!"

The captain was in danger of losing far more than his patience. Tobias had no idea how Phan was managing to keep a straight face. "Bring him," he ordered, turning on his heel to stalk away. "We'll chain him up in the brig for a while, see if he learns better manners."

Behind him, Tobias heard a short scuffle, a chuckle from Noah, and then two sets of footsteps -- one booted, the other making the muted sounds of bare feet -- following him up the center aisle. Twice he heard more scuffling and the occasional giggle, but every time he looked over his shoulder, he saw nothing but a well-behaved pirate and a contrite, if somewhat devious-looking captive.

He turned into the lit stall, with its black walls and floor and the heavy manacles against one wall, and stopped, crossing his arms authoritatively. Noah pushed Phan through the doorway a little roughly, and then poked the back of one of Phan's knees with the pink dildo, making him kneel.

"He be misbehavin', sir, to be sure," Pirate Noah offered, taking a wide stance just behind Phan.

"You kidnapped me! Of course I'm misbehaving!" Phan twisted to look up Noah in mock disbelief.

"Enough!" Tobias roared, and both Phan and Noah twitched, apparently fighting the instinct to snap to attention. "Now. Kidnapped ye are, but abused ye'll not be. Well, much." Tobias put a finger under Phan's chin and lifted his face. "Almost too pretty for a life at sea."

"I could always go back to my bar?"

"I say nay, and to make sure there's no sneaking off -- and swimming the many leagues to shore in the dead of night -- ye'll be chained to my wall!" Tobias grabbed at Phan's wrists and dragged him bodily to the chains.

Phan, bless him, struggled enough to make it fun. Tobias liked to work a little bit, though it was a bit incongruous to be fitting metal cuffs, trying to pin Phan down, and also trying very hard not to laugh at the same time. "Master Noah! Lend me your expertise. The wretch is wiggly."

"Aye, Captain, with pleasure." Noah stepped up next to Phan and leaned into him, pinning him to the wall of the stall with one shoulder. "I've got the wriggling wretch now, sir."

Phan squirmed, and Tobias rolled his eyes while trying to catch one ankle. "Kiss him or something. The brat needs distracting."

"Ayyyeee, Captain," Noah drawled, turning his body so he was pinning Phan to the wall, chest to chest. "Let me have a taste, ye beauty." He hooked one hand tightly behind Phan's neck and kissed him hard. "Mmm."

Tobias looked up to watch, and smiled as Phan immediately sank into the kiss and stopped fighting. He was a little predictable, but that was all right; Tobias used what he could. Besides, it was nice to watch Noah and Phan kissing.

When Phan was attached to the wall by both arms and legs as well as by Noah, Tobias stood up and considered his options. The entire game was a treat for Phan, so they might as well get him in condition to enjoy it, without being constantly distracted by needs. Taking Phan's edge off might make things last longer for all of them.

"A sword really would come in handy." He could cut Phan's pants off. That would be -- no. That would be a bad idea. Besides, they'd picked Phan's pants because they were thin and stretchy, and like every good first aid kit, theirs had scissors. "Keep him still. It would be a shame to cut off the good bits."

"Mmmhmm," Noah mumbled around what had essentially turned into a make-out session with Phan. Noah's legs were spread wide for balance, and his boots made him quite a bit taller than Phan. He slid his free hand around to Phan's back. "Still, pretty," he added. "If ye know what's good for ye."

"I think I see your point," Phan said breathlessly. He was looking at the scissors, but they didn't seem to scare him much.

Tobias smirked and made short work of one leg, then started on the other. "He seems to like the danger," he said to Noah. "Or maybe it's merely your kisses that make him stiff."

Noah took a step back, slowly releasing his hold on Phan. "Usually works for you, Captain," he said saucily, looking Phan up and down. "Maybe it's the irons. Which is it, pretty?

"Well, in all honesty, I wasn't terribly fond of my job." Phan batted his eyelashes at them both and clinked his chains. "I'm not too sure about this part, though." He tugged one hand and his cock lifted.

Laughing, Tobias said, "Your prick seems sure enough."

"So does yours," Phan shot back, looking greedily at Tobias' midsection.

"Maybe, but that's not for you. At least, not yet. What shall we do to our captive, Noah? Torture? Taunt? Torment? Ignore?"

"I like the torment idea." He reached out and gave one of Phan's nipples a pinch through his T-shirt. "Let 'im figure out what he really wants?"

"That! I want that!"

Tobias snorted. "Do the other one. Actually, you get them hard and I'll find something to pinch them with." He went to the small cupboard in the corner and started looking in the drawers for nipple clamps.

Noah grinned widely and pushed his hands up under Phan's T-shirt. He seemed to be enjoying this dual position -- taking his orders from Tobias but topping Phan -- and Phan, clearly, was on board with the whole thing, too.

"Like that, pretty?" Noah's hands moved under the thin white cotton. "Oh, yeah. Nice."

"You have nice hands for a pirate," Phan allowed, and Tobias saw him give Noah a warm smile.

"Our prisoner likes to flirt." Of course he did. "Here, put these on him." Tobias held out the harshest set of nipple clamps he could find, stiff alligator clamps that Tobias knew bit hard.

Noah stared at them a second and then took them. "Well, well, matey. Seems the captain has either taken quite a shine to ye," Noah held up one clamp so Phan could get a good look at it, "or has it in for ye. Still have those scissors, sir? This shirt is becoming a right nuisance."

Tobias knew better than to try to rip the shirt; he'd been hung up by a hem once before and it wasn't exactly as smooth as he'd wanted the move to be. "Aye." He held up the scissors and snipped them a couple of times for the sound. "Rags, they be." He cut the shirt up the middle and made sure to run the blunt back of the blades along Phan's chest.

"Ohhh." Phan moaned and closed his eyes for a moment, and Tobias could see him shudder.

"All right, then, that's a much better view. Aye." Noah held up the clamps and lined them up with Phan's nipples. Tobias saw him hesitate for a moment and look at the clamps before squeezing them open. Noah knew, apparently, just how painful they were going to be, and Tobias wondered for a second if his pirate mate was going to be able to follow through. But he did, if perhaps slightly out of character -- though at this point the dark kidnapping of an unwilling servant had turned into more of a raunchy nod in the direction of Penzance.

"If I didn't know you were going to love this..." Noah whispered to Phan with a quick shake of his head. Quickly, he closed both clips around Phan's nipples at once.

Phan yelled. Loudly. His eyes opened wide and his hands wrapped around the chains attached to his wrists. Tobias watched impassively, knowing that as soon as the initial pain spiked, Phan would be in his own personal heaven. Sure enough, within moments Phan's erection was swelling even harder and his eyes were fogging a little bit.

"A taste of pain," Tobias said with a tight grin. "Be glad that's all so far and I'm not of a mind to have ye walk the plank."

Phan giggled. "Plank. I don't see a plank. But I see both of you wanting and not having."

Tobias looked at Noah. "He may have a point. What do you want? A bit of plundering? Self-denial isn't in the Pirate Code."

"Aye, he has a point indeed. As do we." Noah gave the chain between Phan's nipple clamps a very light tug and listened to Phan whimper with interest. Tobias wondered exactly how much of his toppy side he'd shown Phan up to this point. "A little plundering, laddie?"

"I'm pretty sure I don't have choices here," Phan pointed out with a wink. He was breathing a lot harder, but aside from that he seemed content to have his nipples aching. "And as I'm chained to a wall, I don't think I can do a whole lot."

Tobias gave him a nasty smile. "You can do plenty." He got behind Noah and pressed close, one of his hands sliding around to massage Noah's cock through his pants. "I think he can help you with this, even if his hands are in chains. What say you?"

Noah, bless him or damn him, melted against Tobias's chest and pushed his hips into Tobias' fingers. "Aye, sir," he answered. "Thank ye, sir."

Tobias rubbed a bit more and watched Phan watching them. "Reach. Help, or you'll suffer for your lack of effort."

Phan turned his whole body toward Noah, rattling every chain he had as he reached. "I can't."

Tobias looked and laughed as Phan strained into the two-inch gap. "You can do better than that." He helped, though, by pushing his hips into Noah's ass and shoving him forward the necessary distance.

Noah groaned. "Wait. Here." Noah reached down and yanked open the button at the top of his pants and lowered the zipper fly. Tobias was amused; his boys were so predictable.

Phan made a grab, and Tobias pulled Noah back out of his reach with a grin. "Just my mate, wretch. If you make him feel good, perhaps we won't kill you."

Phan nodded enthusiastically. "I want to keep living. Promise."

Noah leaned forward. "He seems eager to please, Captain. I say we let 'im."

"You would, wouldn't you?" Tobias sighed dramatically, ground his own prick against Noah's ass, and shifted him forward again.

"Yes. I mean, aye, Captain. Aye." Noah looked at Phan. "Come on, then, lad, don't keep a man waiting."

Phan made another enthusiastic grab, his chain clinking happily as his fingers curled around Noah's erection. "Do you like it fast or slow?" he asked, looking only at what his hand was doing. "Since I really want to live, you see."

Tobias rolled his eyes and held Noah up. He had a feeling this wasn't going to take very long.

"Fast." Tobias watched Noah reach forward and find Phan's erection as well. "You?"

Tobias and Phan spoke at the same time. "Fast."

Really, they were all predictable.

Noah nodded. "Right," he agreed, his voice tight. His fingers tightened around Phan and he started to pump, hand flying, thumb wrapped tightly over his fingers. "Won't be long, Captain, I can tell you that."

"I can tell." Tobias leaned into Noah and watched over his shoulder. "Very pretty, my pretties. Come on now, make it worth my time. I want to see what you've got; impress me and the captain will taste."

Phan gasped, his hand speeding on Noah's erection, chain making more and more noise as he frantically tried to bring Noah off without being able to use both hands or his mouth. Not that Noah seemed bothered by the lack of more stimulation.

Quite the contrary, Noah's hips were starting to move, thrusting forward into Phan's hand and then back again, where his ass bumped and rubbed against Tobias' groin. It was out of synch with the rhythm he was setting to bring Phan off, but neither of them seemed to have trouble managing the pace. The only thing Noah seemed to be having issues with was his own self-control. "Tighter, fuck," he whispered to Phan.

Tobias could only assume Phan heard him and complied; he didn't say anything, but Noah gasped. Phan's eyes were wide and getting wider, his breath coming in fast pants. Goose pimples broke out over Phan's shoulders, and his skin was suddenly shiny with sweat.

"He's almost there," Tobias whispered to Noah. "Make him come for me."

"Yes, sir," Noah panted, leaning a little closer to Phan, his voice gravelly and harsh. "Come on, barkeep. Show the captain what he wants to see. You first, then me."

Phan looked up at Noah's face, his mouth slightly open and his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. "Oh, God," he whispered. "There. Right there -- oh!" His eyes closed and a burst of white shot from his cock, then twice more in rapid fire. "Oh, God."

"I know, hon," Tobias heard Noah say through gritted teeth. His hand slowed but didn't stop entirely yet. "Tell me when, sir!"

Tobias dipped his head and grazed Noah's shoulder with his teeth. "Now, my matey. Show me."

"Aye, sir!" Noah barely waited for the order, matching Phan's display with one of his own. The scent of his boys was thick in the stall, and they were both panting harshly. Neither of them let the other go, fondling one another gently instead as they waited for further orders. "He's a keeper," Noah said, still short of breath. "Don't you think so, Captain?"

"I'm not sure." Tobias smiled wickedly. "I haven't yet sampled him myself."

Phan whimpered as Tobias moved Noah out of his range. "Hush, wretch." Tobias stepped close to him and grabbed Phan by the hair. "You can have him back if you wish. When I'm done."

Nodding, Phan's slick hand scrabbled at Tobias' fly for a moment before Tobias batted it away. "I didn't tell you to do that." Tobias pulled Phan's head back by his hair and kissed him, hard.

The sticky hand splayed over Tobias' chest, and Phan melted into him for as long as Tobias would let him. Only a moment, though -- too much would spoil the fun. Tobias pulled away and looked at Noah with a smile. "What should we do now? Suggestions? The bottles of grog, perhaps."

Noah was busy cleaning his hand on the corner of his shirt. Following that, he removed it, tossing it into a corner of the stall. "Aye, there's an idea. I could find one he'd like the taste of," Noah suggested.

"I think he'd like the taste of anything." Tobias looked at Phan critically. "He's got the flavor of one well-used to sampling his wares."

Noah laughed. "Is that so, lad? Have ye been dippin' into yer own stock?"

Phan managed, somehow, to work up pink cheeks. Tobias was very impressed with the blush and the sidelong look he gave the pink dildo. "It would take a strange man to do that," he said.

"And are you a strange man?" Tobias stepped closer again and reached for the double dildo. "A very strange man?"

Phan's eyes widened and he froze in place, his gaze glued to the toy.

"Mmm. Noah? How about you? Are you strange?"

Noah raised an eyebrow. "Aye, Captain, but I'm not sure I'm that strange..."

"Then we're about to find out." Tobias smiled and stepped back, trying to decide on angles and what they should hold onto.

"If there's one thing I've learned about the Captain," Noah said to Phan, his fingers wiggling his trousers the rest of the way off. "It's that it's never a good idea to disappoint him." Noah leaned close to Phan. "Just a word o' caution."

"I'm pretty sure disappointing him is something I'll work to avoid. Though I'm not really sure about this idea of his. He's not serious, right?" Phan sounded a little concerned, but the anticipation in his voice marred the act.

Tobias kept smiling as he got lube and pulled a heavy chair close to them. "Now. Me first mate. If you lean on this, does it slide along the floor?"

"Apparently he is, aye." Noah stepped away from Phan and experimented with the chair, holding the seat and putting weight on it, then turning it around and resting his arms on the back. "Seems fairly study, sir," he said in a matter-of-fact tone that was out of character for the scene, but in character for the moment. "Should do."

"And will you do..." Tobias touched Noah's back, stroking gently, "...just as I say, my pretty?"

Noah nodded. "With pleasure, as ever, sir."

Tobias felt his chest go tight at the words, and he broke what little character he had long enough to kiss Noah. "Of course you will." He turned to Phan and eyed his chains. "And you have no choice. I'm going to unchain you for a moment. Are you going to make this hard? You're facing entirely the wrong way."

"That's hardly my fault, now, is it?"

Tobias raised an eyebrow. "Hold him, Noah. And maybe spank him, too."

Noah took hold of Phan by the hips and pinned them to the wall while Tobias unlocked the manacles. Once he was free, Noah spun Phan to face the wall so fast Tobias wondered that Phan didn't get dizzy. The spin was followed by a sharp crack as Noah's hand made contact with Phan's bare ass.

"Hey!" Phan yelped, but his ass stuck out pretty damn fast, and Tobias knew he wanted another one.

"Slut," Tobias said. Then he slapped Phan's ass even harder and pointed to the manacles lying on the floor. "I'll do his ankles if you'll get his arms." Without waiting for Noah's reply, Tobias knelt and held Phan's ankle tight. "Stay still." Carefully, deliberately, he licked Phan's ass.

"Jesus!" Phan sounded utterly shocked for the first time in months.

Noah laughed loudly. "Aye, you're an easy wretch. Captain's already got you figured."

Tobias heard Noah lock the wrist restraints into place, and it sounded so easy that Phan really must have been shocked.

"Sir."

Tobias laughed. "Noah, get them all. I'm busy." He parted Phan's cheeks and licked him again, this time getting a lot more than a yelp. Phan quivered, making a sound that was close to a howl.

"As you wish, Captain." Noah sounded amused. He knelt beside Tobias and locked one leg into place, then got up and moved to Tobias' other side and maneuvered the other into place. "He likes you, Captain."

"Ohhhh, yes!" Phan was either agreeing with Noah's assessment or really, really enjoying Tobias' tongue.

Both were perfectly acceptable as far as Tobias was concerned. He gave Phan another lick and rocked to his feet, ignoring Phan's whimper. "Now, let's see." He eyed the chair and adjusted the placement, moving it a bit closer to Phan. "You need to be close, but not too close."

God, it would be a wonder if he didn't come in his pants just watching this.

"Okay, Noah. Over the chair, give me your ass." Tobias grinned, holding up the lube, and rolled his eyes as Phan tried to turn around to watch.

Noah moved smoothly and draped himself over the chair. He spread his legs in a wide stance so he was both open for Tobias as well as steady on his feet. "Like that, sir?" he asked in a teasing tone, evidently knowing full well that Tobias liked the view.

"That's just about what I was picturing, yes." Tobias shook his head and kept on grinning. He gave a little snort when he opened the lube and Phan jumped in response; it was almost Pavlovian. "Not for you. Not yet. It's my mate's turn." Fingers wet, Tobias traced around Noah's hole for a moment, knowing Phan was watching, anticipating.

"Mmm," Noah moaned gently and rolled his head back. "You have the best hands, Captain." He arched his ass up slightly, the movement so slow Tobias wasn't sure Noah knew he'd done it.

Tobias smiled and fingered Noah slowly, stretching him gently. "You want it as much as our captive, don't you? Always willing, my first mate."

"Aye, sir." Noah went up on his toes and then lowered himself again. "Aye. Might as well be captive myself."

"You've captivated me," Tobias said with a wink, pretty sure neither of them saw it and maybe Noah didn't even hear the words. He was busy moaning. With the dildo in his free hand, Tobias took a careful look at all the angles presented by two bodies and decided he'd better stay very close to them; God only knew what was going to happen. "Ready?" he asked Noah as he withdrew his fingers. "You're first. Easy now, just stay still while I get this in you."

"Aye, sir. So ready, sir."

Noah let his head fall and hang from his shoulders as Tobias worked one end of the dildo inside. "Big," Noah commented, followed by a long slow moan as Tobias seated the toy where he wanted it. "Smooth and so good." Noah stayed relaxed, even though Tobias could sense how much the boy wanted to move, wanted to feel the dildo moving inside him. He fought the desire to move with slow pants and deep breaths.

"Good boy." Tobias praised him and stroked his back. "Soon. But I need you to stay very still right now." He looked at Phan and grinned. "Eyes forward, ass back."

Chains rattled and Phan's head whipped around to face forward. "Yes, sir!"

More lube, quickly applied, and then Tobias was holding his breath without really noticing as he urged Phan's hip back, centering him and holding the dildo steady so Noah wouldn't be over-stimulated. "Okay, go slow."

Phan moaned as he eased himself back so slowly that Tobias' body almost cramped in sympathy. "Oh, God. Yes."

Tobias looked at them, joined by the toy, his hand between them, and swallowed hard. "Noah, shift forward. Phan, you too. I've got it steady, you can do as you need to. Go."

Bodies started moving. Noah started out slow, experimenting, changing the angle, taking the toy deep one time and more shallow the next, fucking himself with it exactly as he'd been instructed to -- exactly as he needed.

Phan, on the other hand, rocked at a fairly steady pace for all of a handful of strokes, then seemed to let Noah's movements guide his own; a deep moan indicated he'd found a nice place to hang out, and Tobias was tempted to take his hand off the toy, just to see what would happen.

After a couple of minutes of play, Noah groaned heavily and lifted one knee, bracing it on the seat of the chair before picking up an earnest rhythm, one that seemed to hit him in all the right places. "Oh, fuck!" he shouted, beginning to ride the smooth cock hard. He threw his head back again, his breathing becoming quick and shallow. "Fuck!"

Tobias let go and stepped back to undo his own pants. His cock was straining, and he'd ignored it for too long; it almost hurt to touch as he watched Phan's head snap back and his body go stiff. Noah was effectively fucking them both, without knowing it, and Tobias was quickly deciding that his boys were getting a new reward for being very, very good. He'd have to keep this in mind for special occasions.

He heard Noah whine when he first let go, but the boy regained whatever resistance he needed quickly enough. "Right there. Oh, God. Yes!" He looked over his shoulder briefly, as if to gauge where Phan was or what Tobias was doing. It was hard to be sure which. "Soon..." he panted. "Really fucking soon, sir!"

"Whenever you're ready," Tobias told them both. He held his cock in a loose fist and waited, feeling tight and tense as Phan's hands wrapped around his chains and Noah's back stiffened.

"Noah," Phan cried out, completely dropping any pretense or play. "Please!"

Noah must have caught on then to just how in control he was of the situation, and Tobias saw him tense up and shove backward toward Phan. He did it once and then again, forcing sharp cries out of Phan before he went back to groping for his own orgasm, apparently hoping Phan was close enough to follow along. He grunted, and his body seemed to stretch and then collapse in on itself as Noah came, curling up as if protecting something vulnerable.

"Phan!" he shouted. "Sir!"

Tobias' breath caught as Noah came, Phan right after him. Phan didn't make a sound, just held the chains and arched his back as he shot, his eyes wide and likely unseeing.

Forcing himself to maintain control, over his own body if not the scene that had been taken from his hands almost at the moment of its conception, Tobias once more grasped the dildo. He eased Noah forward and off of it, then pulled it gently from Phan's body as well. "There," he said roughly. "Rewards for all." He set the toy aside for cleaning later and watched his subs in the aftermath.

It took a moment for either of them to move. Noah straightened up first, but only enough to turn and sit on the very edge of the chair he'd been leaning on. His skin was damp; his hair, which used to be cut too short to matter, was damp and stuck to his forehead in a couple of places. He reached forward and patted Phan on the ass, grinning broadly. "Thank you, Captain."

Phan merely mumbled something that Tobias assumed was complimentary and hung from his chains.

Making sure that Noah was capable of holding himself up, Tobias nodded and then turned to Phan. "You earned your place, boy." Covering Phan's back with his body, Tobias reached up to grasp the cuffs around Phan's wrists, his cock sliding along Phan's ass.

"Sir," Phan whispered. "You didn't."

"Yet." Tobias rubbed again, his fingers feeling their way to the hasps of the cuffs. "Never fear. I will."

Phan nodded. Then he wiggled.

"Phantom." Tobias froze.

Tobias felt Noah's hands on him a moment later, sliding up his back. "He's good, eh, Captain?"

"He's a minx." Tobias' throat was dry as dust and Phan was still shifting, still chained to the wall. Hot and slick and right there.

"He wants you," Noah whispered, stepping closer, shifting his hands to slide up under Tobias' shirt. "He's a slut is what he is, and he's yours."

Tobias closed his eyes as his erection, already harder than he dared to think about, flexed and throbbed. "Is that true, minx? Are you a slut and are you mine?"

Phan didn't say anything, but he hardly had to. He undulated and rubbed, the lube from the toy smearing, mixing with what Tobias was leaking. The chains shifted as Phan went up on his toes, clearly trying to find the right position.

"Go ahead, take me in. If you can make it work, if you can earn it--" Tobias gasped as Phan impaled himself. Tight, silky heat surrounded Tobias' shaft, the ring of muscle squeezing all the way down Tobias' cock to its root.

Noah's fingers slipped around and pinched Tobias' nipples gently, then slid low a moment later, over his ass, squeezing through the leather. "Take him. He'll love it."

It wasn't as if Tobias really had a choice. He could move or he could die. He tried to tell Noah that, but words weren't working for him at all; instead, he grunted and moved his hips an inch, then shuddered.

He never knew if he loved his boys for getting him into such a state that he came far too fast, or hated them.

Phan was moaning under him, panting still and trying to... Tobias wasn't sure what he was trying to do, but he wouldn't keep still. He was chained to the wall, but that had no effect at all on how active he was in their lovemaking.

"Phantom," Tobias finally growled. "Keep still so I can fuck you properly."

Phan giggled a little hysterically and stopped moving. "Yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir. Sir, could you maybe just perhaps do it now? I need you."

Noah's hands roamed over Tobias' body. He could feel their warmth on his ass, his back, his shoulders, and yet the boy had the good sense to keep out of the way. Every now and then, Noah would whisper something in Tobias' ear, something just raunchy enough to make Tobias grit his teeth and thrust that much deeper.

"Phantom." Tobias closed his eyes and rested his forehead between Phan's shoulder blades, smelling sweat and sex and leather, hearing his boys and the soft sound of chains. He could feel pressure building to a level he knew wasn't sustainable, and his thighs began to shake.

"Yes," Phan said breathlessly. "I can feel you, sir. Let go, let yourself go. I'm yours, always. Yours."

"Mine!" As always, the sheer knowledge of how completely he was lord and master was so overwhelming, so fulfilling, that Tobias' inner strength turned outer. He slammed into Phan hard enough to propel them both against the wall. "All mine," he whispered, grinding his hips against Phan's ass.

"All yours." Phan nodded, his head turned to the side, against the wall.

Tobias started to come, his body jerking with each pulse. "Dearest."

Phan smiled at him, nodding. "Always yours. I promise."

Tobias knew it was true. He also knew he had to get Phan unchained, very soon, and that he was going to need help. "Sweetheart. I seem to have turned to jelly."

"Really? I didn't see that coming at all." Noah laughed softly and reached up to work on Phan's manacles. "Just stay there a minute." The chains rattled and sang out as Noah moved, and in a moment or two, both of Phan's hands were free.

Noah disappeared from view for a moment, but Tobias heard him slide the chair forward. "Sit, both of you," he said gently. "I'll get your feet, hon."

Tobias sat and held Phantom in his lap. "God, I love you."

Phan turned slightly to kiss him, his cheeks pink. "I love you, too."

"I love your sense of humor."

"Thank goodness." Phan grinned at him, and when his ankles were free, he twisted around in Tobias' lap, curling up contentedly.

"We need a bigger chair." Tobias reached for Noah and pulled him close, too. "I love you. You were beautiful."

"I love you. You're always so sweet and sappy after you come, sir," Noah teased. He kissed Tobias deeply and then Phan, too. "I'm almost glad we didn't go for Juliet, sir. After that performance, can you imagine?"

Tobias laughed weakly and then snorted at the intrigued look on Phan's face. "Maybe for your birthday, you little ingénue."

"Ingénue? Hardly that, sir." Phan's eyes glittered. "I'm much more... uh, provocative than that."

"If I want an ingénue, you'll be an ingénue."

"Good point."

Tobias smiled and kissed him again. "Help Noah clean up, dear. I think we'll have movies tonight -- musicals, so I can get more inspiration."

"Just so long as you order Phan not to sing!" Noah handed Tobias a bottle of water. "I can clean up here, sir. Why don't you let Phan draw you a bath?"

"Are you sure?" It seemed like an unfair division of labor to Tobias, but Phan was already getting up and offering Noah a kiss and a thank you.

Noah smiled at Phan and accepted the kiss. "I'm sure, sir." It was a small sacrifice to Noah, but they both knew it meant a lot to Phan. "All yours, hon."

"Thanks, Noah." Phan immediately turned and started cleaning Tobias enough so that he could dress decently to cross the yard. Not that anyone would see, but they tended to keep the nudity to a minimum out of doors, just in case a neighbor stopped by unexpectedly.

Tobias allowed it, smiling a little and not rolling his eyes. He was very capable of doing up his own pants, but Phan was in a particularly gentle and serving mood; it would hurt his feelings if he wasn't allowed to do the little things. "I'm afraid we cut up your clothes, dear. Find a blanket in one of the cupboards and that will do."

Phan nodded and left the stall, hurrying; he was walking all right, Tobias was pleased to see.

"Thank you," he said again to Noah. "We'll see you inside." He kissed Noah again, and once more. "Don't dawdle; we miss you when you're not there."

"I'll catch up. More slowly than usual, maybe, but I'll get there." Noah winked and gave his own ass a little pat. "I'm a bit sore. You two enjoy each other."

Tobias nodded and kissed him quickly before heading to the door. "One of these days, your generosity may stop astounding me. But not today." Smiling, he walked up the center aisle of the stable to meet Phan, wearing a blanket toga, at the door.

It was nice to feel balanced; it was even nicer to know that his boys felt it, too.