half-undressed in the chair.
Tobias grinned and pulled his sticky hand out of Phan's pants. "I'm glad, pet. Now, I think Phan needs a shower, you need to change, I need to plan something for this evening, and someone needs to start thinking about supper." He raised an eyebrow and pointedly ignored Phan's breathless moan. He was still coming down.
"Oh, shit, I have to get out of here." Noah got to his feet and tugged his pants up enough that he could walk. He shuffled over to where they were sitting on the couch, kissed Tobias first and then Phan. "Thank you, sir," he said to Tobias. "And you, too. Oh, my God," he told Phan before hurrying down the hall to change.
"I think you blew his mind, boy," Tobias said with a smile.
Phan giggled. "Can I do it again?"
"Sure. Just don't ever make him late for anything. He gets cranky. Now, shower and then supper. I need to think." He gave Phan a gentle shove and collected a soft kiss on the cheek as Phan scurried off. Smiling, he did up his own pants and made himself comfortable for an hour's worth of planning.
Chapter 8
Phantom didn't waste time getting supper on after his shower, and Tobias let himself be lured into the kitchen by the scent of thyme, rosemary, and garlic.
"Just fancied up chicken, sir," Phan said, slicing a lemon. "Would you like it with pasta, or with roasted potatoes?"
"Whatever is easiest," Tobias said as he sat at the table. "I have some thoughts about this evening."
Phan nodded and grabbed a pot. "Do you want to talk about it now, or wait until after supper?" he asked, filling the pot with water.
"I think it would be a good idea if we both walk into that playroom with a basic understanding of what's going to happen."
Phan put the pot on the stove, turning up the heat under it. "Pasta," he said absently. "You're right, I think," he added, rummaging through the cupboards. "I'm a little... untethered at the moment."
"Exactly. Frankly, I don't think either of us is up for anything like a deep scene, and I wouldn't know where to start at this particular time. But you do need grounding."
Phan nodded again. "Yes, sir."
"What are your rules about tools and pain right now?" Tobias asked, knowing full well he could just check the contract Bradford and Phan had held. He preferred to get it from Phan, however; it was a better judge of the boy's headspace, and his reactions could tell Tobias a lot.
Phan sighed and leaned on the counter, his eyes down. "I can take a paddle, bare hand, and careful flogging. Dr. Brewer says that I need a certain amount of pain to keep me even, to... to balance me. It's not the pain, it's the discipline and submission. She says that the heavier tools are more about hurting and going deep; no bullwhips, canes, or the tawse. Crops are an unknown right now, 'cause I haven't tried to go deep, but I never used them for the hard hurt."
Tobias nodded thoughtfully. He had no intention of using a cane, and the bullwhip was for special occasions only, so that wasn't an issue. "We'll wait and see on the crops, then," he said. "I know you like the tawse, but it's utterly brutal; we'll figure that out eventually. I'm kind of thinking we'll go easy for while, do more mental work than physical. I do like crops though, so we'll experiment sooner rather than later, get a baseline. With Dr. Brewer's knowledge, of course."
Phan bit his lip but seemed to accept that. "All right, sir. Supper will be ready in about ten or fifteen minutes."
Tobias stood up. "Call me," he said, leaving the kitchen. "I'll be in the playroom setting things up."
"Yes, sir," Phan said quietly.
Tobias spent the time before Phan called him going through the paddles and crops, sorting out which of each were the lightest and best suited to merely grounding and which should be reserved for Phan's discipline or punishment sessions. It didn't take long, and he found himself swinging paddles experimentally, almost smiling as he got his head as ready as his body for what was to
Tobias grinned and pulled his sticky hand out of Phan's pants. "I'm glad, pet. Now, I think Phan needs a shower, you need to change, I need to plan something for this evening, and someone needs to start thinking about supper." He raised an eyebrow and pointedly ignored Phan's breathless moan. He was still coming down.
"Oh, shit, I have to get out of here." Noah got to his feet and tugged his pants up enough that he could walk. He shuffled over to where they were sitting on the couch, kissed Tobias first and then Phan. "Thank you, sir," he said to Tobias. "And you, too. Oh, my God," he told Phan before hurrying down the hall to change.
"I think you blew his mind, boy," Tobias said with a smile.
Phan giggled. "Can I do it again?"
"Sure. Just don't ever make him late for anything. He gets cranky. Now, shower and then supper. I need to think." He gave Phan a gentle shove and collected a soft kiss on the cheek as Phan scurried off. Smiling, he did up his own pants and made himself comfortable for an hour's worth of planning.
Chapter 8
Phantom didn't waste time getting supper on after his shower, and Tobias let himself be lured into the kitchen by the scent of thyme, rosemary, and garlic.
"Just fancied up chicken, sir," Phan said, slicing a lemon. "Would you like it with pasta, or with roasted potatoes?"
"Whatever is easiest," Tobias said as he sat at the table. "I have some thoughts about this evening."
Phan nodded and grabbed a pot. "Do you want to talk about it now, or wait until after supper?" he asked, filling the pot with water.
"I think it would be a good idea if we both walk into that playroom with a basic understanding of what's going to happen."
Phan put the pot on the stove, turning up the heat under it. "Pasta," he said absently. "You're right, I think," he added, rummaging through the cupboards. "I'm a little... untethered at the moment."
"Exactly. Frankly, I don't think either of us is up for anything like a deep scene, and I wouldn't know where to start at this particular time. But you do need grounding."
Phan nodded again. "Yes, sir."
"What are your rules about tools and pain right now?" Tobias asked, knowing full well he could just check the contract Bradford and Phan had held. He preferred to get it from Phan, however; it was a better judge of the boy's headspace, and his reactions could tell Tobias a lot.
Phan sighed and leaned on the counter, his eyes down. "I can take a paddle, bare hand, and careful flogging. Dr. Brewer says that I need a certain amount of pain to keep me even, to... to balance me. It's not the pain, it's the discipline and submission. She says that the heavier tools are more about hurting and going deep; no bullwhips, canes, or the tawse. Crops are an unknown right now, 'cause I haven't tried to go deep, but I never used them for the hard hurt."
Tobias nodded thoughtfully. He had no intention of using a cane, and the bullwhip was for special occasions only, so that wasn't an issue. "We'll wait and see on the crops, then," he said. "I know you like the tawse, but it's utterly brutal; we'll figure that out eventually. I'm kind of thinking we'll go easy for while, do more mental work than physical. I do like crops though, so we'll experiment sooner rather than later, get a baseline. With Dr. Brewer's knowledge, of course."
Phan bit his lip but seemed to accept that. "All right, sir. Supper will be ready in about ten or fifteen minutes."
Tobias stood up. "Call me," he said, leaving the kitchen. "I'll be in the playroom setting things up."
"Yes, sir," Phan said quietly.
Tobias spent the time before Phan called him going through the paddles and crops, sorting out which of each were the lightest and best suited to merely grounding and which should be reserved for Phan's discipline or punishment sessions. It didn't take long, and he found himself swinging paddles experimentally, almost smiling as he got his head as ready as his body for what was to
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