No Fool Like an April Fool FRT for innuendo and questionable humor
Part of my NCIS series of holiday themed shorties dealing with DiNozzo's tendency to get himself in trouble with his Dom, Gibbs. Enjoy...
by BuffyAngel68
Title: I'm So Dizzy -- Year Three: No Fool Like An April Fool
Author: BuffyAngel68
Rating: FRM (better safe than sorry) for the implications of things unseen and places your lovely imaginations will be going after fade to black...
Summary: Tony just can't seem to learn. Perhaps a new professor?
Disclaimer: I'm making no money and they're not mine, and with all I put our pretty boy through, oh, is Tony glad of that...
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Naked, shivering, with both fear and cold, and aching in places he wasn't aware that he*could* ache, Tony tugged slightly against his bonds and wriggled a little against the steel autopsy table. He had been warned not to move at all, so he was trying to stay as quiet as possible, but his hopes were in vain. The bells tied to the straps rang only faintly, but it was enough to bring his sharp-eared captor back to his side.
"Ah-ah. Did you think I wouldn't hear? Now the lesson will be even more harsh, I'm afraid. I'm almost finished preparing so you'll have to wait another few minutes. And if you're wise... you will spend them absolutely still, as I ordered you earlier. You really don't want me to get any more irritated. Still, yes?"
Tony caught himself just before he nodded. As he couldn't speak either, thanks to the ball gag stuffed in his mouth, his expression clouded with frustration over how he was supposed to respond. The man standing over him smiled sweetly at this, aware that his message had gotten through. "Good. I'll be right back."
The younger man wanted to groan, cry out, anything to relieve the terrible waiting and the growing discomfort he was being subjected to, but he could do nothing. Ankles tied to separate corners on one end of the table, hands bound together above his head and secured tightly to the table, his only option was to do as he'd been commanded over an hour before. Finally the one who'd done this to him returned, rolling a tray full of items that made Tony's heart speed nearly out of control and his eyes go wide. When the gag was removed, he tried to speak, to negotiate some kind of reprieve, but it had been too long and his voice wouldn't recover half as quickly as he wanted it to. All he could manage at first was a single, croaky word.
"Ducky..."
"Yes, I can see in your expression that you'd dearly love to make a deal, here, but we'll have none of that. You simply went too far this time. Messing about with his coffee was bad enough, but adding a laxative, even a mild one... just unacceptable behavior. No, I'm terribly sorry, but no quarter can be given in this case. What I will do, however, is recite a brief poem for you, just to relax you a bit before we begin, hmmm?
Young fools are known the world around, and on this day they thrive,
But with the kind of stunts they pull, how do they stay alive?
Their tricks and pranks are done for laughs, but sometimes cross the line,
And someone has to rein them in. That's why, young fool, you're mine.
You should have pondered how your master knows the things he knows
The ways he makes you tremble from your scalp down to your toes.
For everybody has to learn from someone, don't you see.
And unfortunately for you, dear boy, Jethro learned from me."
"Ducky... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
"Yes, I expect you are." The ME replied as he gagged Tony once again. "But not nearly repentant enough to satisfy Jethro. Or me. By the time we finish, however... oh, yes I think by the time we're done tonight you'll understand what regret truly means... and you won't be able to look at a cup of coffee for quite a long while."
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by BuffyAngel68
Title: I'm So Dizzy -- Year Three: No Fool Like An April Fool
Author: BuffyAngel68
Rating: FRM (better safe than sorry) for the implications of things unseen and places your lovely imaginations will be going after fade to black...
Summary: Tony just can't seem to learn. Perhaps a new professor?
Disclaimer: I'm making no money and they're not mine, and with all I put our pretty boy through, oh, is Tony glad of that...
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Naked, shivering, with both fear and cold, and aching in places he wasn't aware that he*could* ache, Tony tugged slightly against his bonds and wriggled a little against the steel autopsy table. He had been warned not to move at all, so he was trying to stay as quiet as possible, but his hopes were in vain. The bells tied to the straps rang only faintly, but it was enough to bring his sharp-eared captor back to his side.
"Ah-ah. Did you think I wouldn't hear? Now the lesson will be even more harsh, I'm afraid. I'm almost finished preparing so you'll have to wait another few minutes. And if you're wise... you will spend them absolutely still, as I ordered you earlier. You really don't want me to get any more irritated. Still, yes?"
Tony caught himself just before he nodded. As he couldn't speak either, thanks to the ball gag stuffed in his mouth, his expression clouded with frustration over how he was supposed to respond. The man standing over him smiled sweetly at this, aware that his message had gotten through. "Good. I'll be right back."
The younger man wanted to groan, cry out, anything to relieve the terrible waiting and the growing discomfort he was being subjected to, but he could do nothing. Ankles tied to separate corners on one end of the table, hands bound together above his head and secured tightly to the table, his only option was to do as he'd been commanded over an hour before. Finally the one who'd done this to him returned, rolling a tray full of items that made Tony's heart speed nearly out of control and his eyes go wide. When the gag was removed, he tried to speak, to negotiate some kind of reprieve, but it had been too long and his voice wouldn't recover half as quickly as he wanted it to. All he could manage at first was a single, croaky word.
"Ducky..."
"Yes, I can see in your expression that you'd dearly love to make a deal, here, but we'll have none of that. You simply went too far this time. Messing about with his coffee was bad enough, but adding a laxative, even a mild one... just unacceptable behavior. No, I'm terribly sorry, but no quarter can be given in this case. What I will do, however, is recite a brief poem for you, just to relax you a bit before we begin, hmmm?
Young fools are known the world around, and on this day they thrive,
But with the kind of stunts they pull, how do they stay alive?
Their tricks and pranks are done for laughs, but sometimes cross the line,
And someone has to rein them in. That's why, young fool, you're mine.
You should have pondered how your master knows the things he knows
The ways he makes you tremble from your scalp down to your toes.
For everybody has to learn from someone, don't you see.
And unfortunately for you, dear boy, Jethro learned from me."
"Ducky... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
"Yes, I expect you are." The ME replied as he gagged Tony once again. "But not nearly repentant enough to satisfy Jethro. Or me. By the time we finish, however... oh, yes I think by the time we're done tonight you'll understand what regret truly means... and you won't be able to look at a cup of coffee for quite a long while."
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