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"It's a house. There is no men's room, merely a bathroom," Tobias said, letting himself smile a little, letting Noah see it. "It's at the top of the stairs, but I think you're safe for the next hour or so." He stood up and walked to Noah, picking a pen from the cup by the phone. "Sign." His voice was low, serious. Determined.

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Noah took the pen from him and held his eyes a moment.

He seemed to be looking for something and whatever it was, he evidently found it. When he looked away he took a deep breath, leaned over the table, and put his disjointed scrawl of a signature on the contract. Then he turned the paper to face Tobias and offered him the pen.

Tobias only looked at the sheet long enough to make sure his signature would be on the right line; he signed, looking at Noah, watching his eyes drop, his breathing deepen, his shoulders settle. There was silence in the kitchen while Tobias wrote in the date and set the contract on the counter.

"Boy."

"Yes, sir?" Tobias watched as Noah blinked a moment.

"Oh!" he gasped, then slid to his knees at Tobias' feet.

"Please accept my apologies, sir."

Tobias threw back his head and laughed, relief and exhilaration flooding through him. "No, sweetheart, I was just tasting the word. But I do like you there." Still laughing he bent at the waist and tipped Noah's face up to him quickly, pressing a hard kiss to the startled man's mouth. "All right, let's take a walk. I'll give you a quick rundown as we go, and later we'll go over everything again, when we're fed."

"I am anxious to see your property, sir, it's beautiful."

Noah stood, eyes still low.

"It is," Tobias agreed. "You'll see more of it tomorrow, right now I want to show you the house. We'll eat, and I'll take you to the stable tonight, and then we'll go to bed early.

Tomorrow will be long and full. Come on, now."

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He walked to the pantry, knowing Noah was right behind him. He stepped into the small room and pointed to the shelves. "You will become familiar with all of this tomorrow morning, as you are responsible for our meals. Mrs. Miller will do the shopping, but you will cook for us while we are here."

Noah looked around the pantry. "You should know I am a terrible cook, sir." He bit his lip.

"Learn," Tobias said bluntly. "And quickly. This way..." He led Noah back through the kitchen and down the hall to the stairs, gesturing with his arms. "Mrs. Miller is eighty-three.

She has girls come in to dust, though officially I don't know that, and we hire out the heavy stuff, but once a weekend you will sweep and vacuum the house, top to bottom. If I am cross, you will also polish the woodwork."

"Understood, sir," Noah nodded, following dutifully.

Upstairs, Tobias pointed to the bathroom. "I expect it to be kept neat and tidy-I don't make a mess, but I want you aware of it. Also, there will be times when I want you to run a bath for me-that means you'll run it, make sure I have a towel, all those things. You're in charge of making sure there's lube and condoms in there as well."

He barely waited before continuing down the hall. "That is Mrs. Miller's room, off limits. Always. The guestroom-you'll air it if it is sunny, treat it as any other room. No toys in there."

Walking quickly he went into the fourth bedroom, the only one other than his own left. "Come in and sit. Look around."

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by a large wardrobe. The bed was in the middle of the floor, with access from all sides. "It's a safe room, not a playroom,"

Tobias said softly.

Noah took a seat in one of the chairs as instructed. "I'm not sure that I know what you mean by a safe room, sir."

"It's where you-or I-can come to explore an idea, a feeling, a desire without having to put it through a scene. If I have something I want to think about but I'm not quite ready to do in a full scene I may bring you here to talk about it. In here we can touch the edges of things and still back away from them." He stood up and opened the wardrobe, showing an array of fabrics. "For example, these costumes. We can either try a scene on, or simply use the texture. In here things can be as simple as talking about a new crop or discussing a fantasy, or as deep as revealing soul shattering secrets. It's a midway point between my bedroom and the playroom."

Noah smiled, and Tobias could see that he wanted to meet his eyes this time, that it was a struggle to keep them low.

"That is very considerate, sir," was all Noah said, but his tone spoke volumes more.

"It's not just for you," Tobias warned. "There will be times when I bring you in here because I have a wisp of an idea and it will be hours before we leave. I'll make you talk in here, and I'll make you listen. Right now, it's time to listen."

Noah went still. "All right. I'm listening, sir."

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an order-if you forget any of the rules, you're under order to ask for clarification. Understood?"

"Understood, sir." Noah nodded.

Tobias nodded and went to the toy cabinet, opening a low drawer and fetching nipple clamps. He played with them for a moment, trying to get his phrasing correct, but finally he just started to talk. "Phantom was my sub for just over five years, the last eight months of that as my slave, twenty-four/seven.

It was incredibly difficult and ultimately failed, which is part of the reason I don't want a slave. You are my submissive, not my slave, and I won't treat you as such. However, there are some trappings of ownership which I became enamored of."

"May I have permission to speak frankly, sir?" Noah asked.

His train of thought was predictable, and Tobias considered saying no-knew he should say no. But he also had to weigh Noah's need to get his feelings out, and once they were aired perhaps he would be able to deal with them effectively.

"Briefly," he said firmly.

"Thank you, sir. I am uncomfortable with discussing Phan.

It is of course your discretion to use any device or a toy or dress me as you please, but, with all due respect, if it is something that you used to use on Phan, or dressed him in, I would rather not know about it, sir." Noah kept his eyes studiously low as he spoke.

Tobias stared at the clamps in his hand. "I'm fairly sure that using toys I never did with Phan would mean spending thousands of dollars to replace items. Now, you're more than welcome to pay for it..."

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"I understand that, sir. I only meant that I'd rather he not be part of a discussion involving you and me, sir."

"Tough. Now, as I was saying, I grew to like parts of having a slave very much. One of those things was having him walk to heel. I won't lead you on a leash in public, but I will be training you. Using these." He dropped the nipple clamps at Noah's feet and returned to the cabinet. "I will also be position training you. I'm sure you know most of the positions, but tomorrow or later on tonight we'll run through a few and see if there's anything about your posture I want changed. Understand so far?"

"I understand, sir," Noah answered a bit tightly, eyes on the clamps at his feet.

"Wonderful. Good boy." Tobias opened another drawer and lifted out a black fabric bag, not bothering to hide his smile. If Noah was annoyed about Phan's name, this could possibly make him lose his temper by Saturday night. "Get undressed and go to the washroom. I suggest you clean yourself rather well."

"Would you like me to shower, sir? Or just freshen up?"

Noah asked, standing and tugging his sweater off over his head.

"I want you to clean yourself inside and out. Take a shower if you want..." Tobias tilted his head, suddenly realizing that Noah possibly had no idea what he meant.

"Enema. Can you do it yourself, or would you like me to help?"

Noah paused a moment, jeans half off, and licked his lips.

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bathroom, sir?" he asked and removed his jeans, folding them and setting them on the chair with his sweater.

"In the cabinet under the sink." Tobias softened his tone, cursing himself for being thoughtless. "If you want me to help, or to be there, I will. I know it can be uncomfortable."

Noah slid out of his briefs and straightened up, his smooth skin and his slack cock drawing the eye. "No thank you, sir, I can manage. If I may be excused, sir?"

Tobias nodded and opened the door, waving him out. He watched Noah walk down the hall, his back stiff, and hoped to hell he wouldn't have to rescue him. With a shake of his head he opened the bag and dumped the harness on the bed, checking the locks and joints carefully. Satisfied that everything was in good shape, he got a small plug, the smallest he had, and fitted it into the back.

Tobias grinned as he realized Phan had probably never had anything this small up his ass in his entire, twisted life.

The cock cage was new, purchased with Noah in mind, and Tobias listened to the water run in the bathroom as he got it ready.

Tobias waited for a while but all he heard was the constant gentle spray of the shower running. When he finally got concerned he made his way down the hall to the bathroom door and put his ear to it. Nothing. Just as he raised his hand to knock, however, he heard Noah groan.

"Uh," came the sound and Tobias looked at the closed door wishing he could see through it. Noah groaned again and hissed slightly. Tobias' fingers itched to turn the knob, and he was just about to when the water shut off. Noah sighed, and 127

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Tobias heard the medicine cabinet open and close. He headed off to the safe room again so as not to embarrass him.

Moments later, Noah returned, naked and squeaky clean with slightly damp hair. He walked into the safe room and stood silently awaiting Tobias' orders.

"Come here, please," Tobias said softly. Noah came to him, eyes down, and stood where Tobias pointed. "Are you all right? Light-headed at all?"

Noah shook his head. "No, I'm just fine, thank you, sir."

Tobias smiled and ran his hand down Noah's arm, the first touch he'd allowed himself since kissing him in the kitchen.

"Good. Well done, sweetheart. Now, the bad news."

"It's not bad news if it pleases you, sir," Noah answered gamely.

"That's the spirit!" Tobias laughed and held up the leather harness. "Let's see if you can maintain that attitude all weekend. Your list of favorites is going to be distinctly one-sided-in my favor. I doubt you'll be coming at all, I'm afraid.

I, however, intend to enjoy myself."

Noah eyed the harness. He tilted his head to one side and then the other as if puzzling it out and then his eyes went wide. "Oh. That's quite a contraption, sir," he observed uncertainly.

"It is indeed. You'll love it. When I take it off, anyway."

Really, Tobias thought he might be enjoying this a bit too much. "It's a chastity device. You will not be allowed to orgasm-in fact, with this cock cage, you won't even be able to get hard. With your own sexual pleasure removed utterly from the equation you will be able to focus more on mine."

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"I can see how well that suits you, sir," Noah replied with a hint of a groan in his voice, though it wasn't entirely humorless. "Shall I try it on, then?"

Tobias grinned. "Actually, you should bend over so I can get you ready for the plug."

"Oh." Noah sounded slightly less enthusiastic this time. "I hadn't noticed the plug, sir." He bent over and braced his arms on the chair.

"It's small, I promise," Tobias assured him. "You'll have the plug in until morning unless you ask to use the bathroom; I don't want to irritate your tissues." He got a fresh packet of lube from the cabinet and tore it open, smoothing most of it over the tiny plug. "Spread a little more, sweetheart. Thank you."

As he teased a slick finger over Noah's opening he noted very little redness. He had been careful with the enema, which was good. "If you get hard you'll regret it," he advised, dipping his finger into Noah's ass.

Noah's breathing changed instantly. Tobias wickedly imagined him thinking of grannies in their underwear and swimming pools filled with ice cubes to keep from getting hard. "I ... imagine so, sir," Noah managed, but went very quiet after that.

Tobias didn't play or waste time-he wasn't really trying to be cruel, and he knew Noah would have enough struggle with his arousal over the next few hours. He slipped the plug in and wound the wide leather strap that held it in place between Noah's butt cheeks, moving quickly to thread Noah's genitals through the metal cock ring. The top strap, attached 129

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to the waistband and going down to the ring, was locked in place and he fitted the cage around Noah's penis, locking it in place as well.

"All trussed up," he said, making sure the straps were all adjusted to taut but not tight. "The cage is plastic and has a hole, so if you have to relieve yourself, you can." He stood up and admired his work, his boy. "Beautiful."

Noah shifted slightly from foot to foot, letting the leather settle more comfortably on his hips. "Thank you, sir," he said softly.

"You're welcome." Tobias sat in his chair once more, just looking at Noah. He really was beautiful, leather around his hips, his cock bound and almost hidden, his skin lightly flushed. "I suppose if I had your balls shaved it would be noticed at work."