Deviations:
Bondage
by Chris Owen and Jodi Payne
Chapter One
Noah didn't have much in the way of souvenirs
from his vacation in Paris. He didn't have a tan to show off,
or a tattoo. He didn't have a shelf full of knickknacks or a
stack of postcards. But he did have a pair of worn-in chaps,
a couple of very nice welts from his Master's whip on his back,
and some great stories. Even his pictures, the few he had taken,
had come out fairly well.
Dinner was spaghetti. It was a simple meal; after eating out
every night for a week he was ready for simple again. He hoped
Phan would bring his usual bottle of Coke, of course. Beyond
that, he'd made no plans for the evening, thinking that Phan
might have something to unload if things were shaky with Bradford,
Phan's provisional Dom. When the doorbell rang, Noah found himself
hurrying to answer it.
Phantom grinned and bounced at him as soon as he'd opened the
door, the bag with the Coke thumping solidly against Noah's
back as Phan hugged him. "Oops, sorry! Hey, missed you!
God, it smells great in here," Phan babbled at him, all
smiles. He was dressed in loose jeans, which was a change for
him, and a fuzzy sweatshirt that smelled like incense. "Have
a good trip?"
They were still in the hall, for God's sake.
Phan had a way of making Noah smile despite himself. Sure, all
this happy cheerful energy could be covering something, but
for now it was fun and Noah went with it. "Oh, my God,
Phan. I've never had a vacation like that. Paris is beautiful,
and one of the kinkiest towns I have ever been in." He
took Phan's bag and headed for the kitchen. "Come in, come
in!"
"Paris? Really? Ah, you've never been to Rio." Phan
was hard on his heels, one hand skimming Noah's back. "So?
Pictures? Shopping? Did you go to the Louvre? The Eiffel Tower?
Tell me everything! Well, not everything, just the highlights,
but tell me everything. And feed me."
"I've never been anywhere until now. Sit!" Noah laughed
and went to the stove. "Pictures are right there on the
table. The Eiffel Tower was my favorite touristy thing, I think;
the view and the evening air, it was romantic and beautiful
and I felt like such a kid in love. The Mona Lisa was cool,
too, I guess. But, Jesus, we had to wait in this long-ass line."
"The lady still draws a crowd," Phan said absently
and Noah looked over to see him rifling through the photos.
"God, it's beautiful," Phan said, flipping to the
next one. "Some of these are really nice, Noah."
"Thank you." Noah put a pile of pasta in the center
of Phan's plate and then one on his own. "Did you check
out the one I got the other American tourists to take of us?
That's my only picture of Tobias and me together; it came out
pretty good, huh?"
"Uh-huh. You both look insanely happy," Phan said
with a grin. "And he should always smile. Well, unless
he's whipping your ass; it wouldn't work so well then, but you
know what I mean." Phan looked through a couple more photos
and finally set them aside. "He looks good," he said
simply. "So do you."
"Thanks." Noah smiled at Phan, who looked a little
thin to Noah, but he couldn't be sure, so he decided not to
say anything about it. "It was such an amazing week. I
have a couple of other things to show off, but eat first."
Noah handed Phan a serving pitcher of sauce. "That's homemade,
but quickly. I didn't stew it all day like I should have. Hope
it's okay."
"If it's got garlic, it'll be good. You worry too much."
Phan grinned again and dug into his plate with flattering speed.
"So, what's this other stuff you wanna show off? Sir buy
you presents?" He winked outrageously and took another
mouthful. "Mm. Good."
"One or two notable ones, yeah." Noah had planned
to wait until they were done eating, but he was too proud of
his marks not to show them off. "Look." He stood up,
turned his back to Phan, and tugged his sweater up to his shoulders.
"Bullwhip. In public, in this club that was so strict I
wasn't allowed to speak at all."
There was dead silence behind him and then he heard Phan's chair
scrape back. "Shit," Phan breathed, and warm fingers
traced around the mark on his right shoulder. "That's...
wow. Not at all? God, did you make it?"
"I don't remember breaking the rule, but Sir says that
sometime after the whipping, when he finally let me get off,
that I was begging. Honestly? All I remember is that I needed
the fucking cock ring off, and then just feeling a lot better
and waking up from dozing in his lap. Can you believe that?"
He didn't turn around, letting Phan explore the marks. "It
was tough. I didn't really like the rule. I mean, I get not
speaking to other people, but not being able to speak even to
him, or to respond to his crop or the whip, I didn't like that
at all."
"Yeah, it's always better to yell," Phan agreed. He
was tracing the other mark, his fingers gentle and soft. "Christ."
A moment later he cleared his throat and stepped back. "Did
you get punished for losing it at the end?" he asked, going
back to his plate, a little slower than he had been moving before.
"Oh, yes. But not for a day or so; my ass was way out of
commission for about twenty-four hours." Noah smiled as
he remembered taking Tobias in the hot tub, but as much as he'd
like to brag about it, that moment had been so intimate, physically
and emotionally, that he couldn't bring himself to say a word
about it. It was private, and better kept just between Tobias
and him. He lowered his sweater and sat down again, then picked
up the bottle of Coke and poured himself a glass. "It was
just... an incredible trip."
"Sounds like," Phan said with a grin and a nod. "Shame
to come home from something like that, sometimes. Oh, did you
sign? Bradford wouldn't tell me anything." He set down
his fork and reached for his own glass as Noah passed him the
bottle.
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