To recap, our models:
- Matt Windsor: dirty blond, in his early 40s. Very hairy when he's not shaved. Once a high end fashion model, he worked doing catalog modeling and that kind of thing before he was taken. Partnered to Jim Hammer , for whom he bottomed. 2. Jim Hammer: black hair, brown eyes, very classic "matinee idol" looks. Also hairy if he's not shaved, also in his early 40s. Took the "top bunk" with Matt because Matt was so resolutely a bottom, but really wanted a relationship where things were , at most 60/40, with him topping 60% of the time. 3. Gary: could be Jim's younger, bigger brother. Same coloring, same hairiness. Very pleasant man, and the only one of the models who is straight. 4. Jared: late 20s/early 30s, a classic fashionista and known model. Thin, wiry, very muscular and low body fat. Long blond hair, a small beard. Drugs took their toll, and he's a little unstable. A VERY big favorite of the their captor, Soderquist 5. Rusty: a very cute redheaded "pocket gay." Maybe 24 years old, looks younger . Red hair, naturally smooth, gives off the air of a college freshman or sophomore. 6. Gus: the oldest one of the models, in his late 40s, maybe even early 50s. Scholarly studly look: gray hair, blue eyes, normally wears glasses. Gets asked about his resemblance to Anderson Cooper a lot. Always topped. Has no desire to bottom. 7. Cassidy: the "poster boy" for twinks in porn. Solid body, not too tall, light blond hair, blue eyes, perfect ass (How much was natural and how much was fake, was never decided). Friend of Rusty's, but they hadn't seen each other for years before they were kidnapped. 8. Kevin: thin, athletic, big smile. About 25, man of color "cafe' au lait" skin. Considers himself "non-binary" rather than gay or straight, Bentley, Soerquist's assistant, has a real thing for him and discovered how ticklish he is. 9. Link: southern boy, 35 years old, and a "firebush." Dark red hair, thick, and a beard, almost turquoise eyes, deep southern accent. Known as a "social influencer" before being kidnapped . Married to Ben, who has not made an appareance before this chapter. 10. Aaron: HUGE. Maybe mid 40s. Shaved head, permanent facial scruff, moderately hairy. His muscles have muscles. To control him, Soderquist needs super versions of all of his weapons. 11. Ben: Link's husband. Also 35. Also a southern boy. Blond, chunky body. Works out by working, rather than going to the gym, tending toward a thick, almost beer belly. Big smile, totally head over heels for Link, who he tops relentlessly, to Link's delight.
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kevin woke up, and Mr. Bentley was not in his room. "DADDY B? DADDY B? " He was calling out: where was he? It was unusual, but his door was closed. Soderquist required open doors throughout the complex. kevin pulled it open, and saw Vlad standing there with folded arms.
"GET DRESSED. You, of all people , need to be present for the 'retribution'" He smiled, folded his arms, and turned away. "Where's Mr. Bentley? WHERE IS HE?" kevin was frantic and Vlad turned around. "I TOLD YOU TO GET DRESSED. OTHERWISE, YOU MAY BE JOINING BENTLEY IN RETRIBUTION." kevin was completely confused. What was retribution? What was Vlad talking about? And where was Daddy B? He threw on a shirt and some paints, pulled on shoes, and went to the door. "OK, OK, I'm ready." Vlad smiled. "Not quite." He pulled kevin's wrists behind them and tied them. Vlad was a big man, and kevin didn't stand a chance. "WHY ARE YOU TYING ME UP VLAD? WHAT'S GOING ON?" Vlad just laughed. "You'll find out, boy. You'll find out." They moved to the "play room" as Soderquist called it. All of the other models were there. So was Soderquist. So was Bentley: his arms were suspended between two pillars that ran from floor to ceiling, and he was shirtless. His face was bloodied, and he didn't seem to be able to lift his head.
"DADDY B! DADDY B!" kevin yelled, and Vlad grabbed him by the neck. "CALM DOWN. In some ways, you're the cause of this, so don't push things." "What's going on? What are you doing to Daddy B?" "His name, slave, is Mr. Bentley. But for today, he is Slave Bentley." kevin looked as Soderquist picked up a cane switch. His bicep bulged as he brought it down on Bentley's back. "THIS GENTLEMEN. IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN SOMEONE COMMITS AN INFRACTION AS GREAT AS MR BENTLEY'S. AS YOU KNOW, MR. BENTLEY TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ONE OF YOU LAST NIGHT. KEVIN'S QUICK THINKING PUT THE MATTER TO REST, BUT PUNISHMENT MUST BE METED OUT." He brought down the cane again. And again. And again. The vein on the side of his neck was bulging, and his face got redder and redder.
"I HAVE TRUSTED YOU LIKE A BROTHER BENTLEY. AND YOU REWARD ME, BY LEAVING YOUR POST, FORGETTING YOUR DUTIES, FOR SOME SIMPLE LITTLE TRAMP."
"He's talking about me," thought kevin, as the other models turned and stared at him. Finally, Soderquist finished. "Vlad, take him down. Bring him back to his room to recover." He smiled. "Make sure you apply plenty of my special salve to his wounds." Vlad smiled. "Will do Sir. Do you want this one?" Soderquist smiled. "Yes. I would talk to him. Tie his hands in front of him. I do not trust anyone anymore.
The "special salve" Soderquist mentioned was filled with salt. Bentley's screams sounded across the entire house, as Vlad applied it. He screamed until he passed out. kevin could hear the screams while he was in the library with Soderquist. He felt like he wanted to die. He had developed an affection for Bentley, and he had used him, so that they could find a way to escape. He was fine with that, but not with "Daddy B" as he called him being punished like this. He tried to think of his pleasant memories of Daddy B: how he'd come in and grab him from behind, nibble on his ear, and then flip him on his back to tickle him. Or how he would try to avoid being tickled by turning face down on the bed, only to have Daddy B grab his feet and tickle them until he turned over. And the sex.... Daddy B was gentle. He checked that kevin was ok, at least four or five times. Sometimes, he didn't even want sex, he just wanted to cuddle "my boy kev"
"KEVIN. This is a somewhat serious situation. Bentley has developed a real obsession with you." "I am sorry Sir. I did not encourage it." Soderquist paced back and forth. "I realize that, but we cannot escape facts. " He paused again. "Before the caning, I had asked Bentley if he were willing to give up spending time with you. He refused." kevin looked down. "I don't know what to say Sir." "But I do. You are too valuable to the enterprise to be sold to another house; however it is clear that you and Bentley cannot be in the same place. After he recovers from his retribution, I will have to dispose of him." kevin looked up "DISPOSE of him Sir? What does that mean?" Soderquist smiled. "You need not be concerned about that. All you need to know is that, while he recovers, Bentley shall be relieved of his duties. Vlad will take over his position." He smiled. "Although he will not take over Bentley's position with you. He seems to prefer older men ." He rose. "I would rest if I were you kevin. Use the gym if you like. Business continues here, and you have a full schedule. With REAL clients, not names Bentley has fabricated." kevin walked back to his room, devastated. What had he done? As he was walking, he heard cassidy calling for him. "kevin. KEVIN. get in here. QUICK. We're planning something. "What? What? " He began to cry. "WHAT DID I DO TO DADDY B?" "He'll recover. For now, we have to see what we can do." He turned to Matt. "Did you change all the codes? " "ALL of them. The only one I couldn't get was Soderquist's private account." "Hmmm. Ok. That means Vlad won't be able to get in, he'll report to Soderquist, and he won't be able to get anything from Bentley because.. he doesn't know the changed codes either." "NO. THEY'LL PUNISH DADDY B MORE. " "SHHHH. SHHHH. " ben was speaking now . Let's see if we can get something done here. Let's get Vlad's attention. " He turned to Matt. "You think you could 'distract' him?" "It's worth a try." "If you get him out of the room, I'll get to work. " He turned to jar ed. "Get upstairs. Occupy your sweetheart." jarred understood. He took off his shirt. "This time, I'm playing dirty." The models got to work.
Vlad looked up at the knock at the door. There was matt, in a tight shirt, three buttons opened, smiling. "Hey stud. I just wanted to tell you that last night was... well, it was great. And any time you're ready...." Vlad looked up and smiled. He felt a stirring. He could go for a treat right now: maybe a blowjob? "Let me see if Mr. Soderquist can give me a break. " He buzzed Soderquist's intercom. His answer was "LEAVE ME ALONE. I'M OCCUPIED." Vlad shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I can't leave." matt smiled. "I can get you to climax in three minutes. " A sneer covered Vlad's face. "ON YOUR KNEES DO IT." matt grinned. "you really want to risk Soderquist finding your jizz on his floor?" Vlad paused. "Good point. Your room. NOW. Do it fast." "yes sir." In 20 seconds, he was in front of Vlad, Vlad's fingers roped through his hair, pushing his mouth forward. Quickly, ben went to the office and sent a text to the local police department, to his home police department and then, to complete his plan, shut down the electric field around the mansion.
"EXCELLENT. EXCELLENT WORK slave matt. I WILL NOT FORGET YOU." He strode out of the office. ben was already back in his room. While all of this was going on, jared was squirming underneath Soderquist, and kevin had snuck into Bentley's room, where he was lying on his bed, coming in and out of consciousness. "DADDY B. DADDY B. OH.. WHAT HE DID TO YOU." He took off his shoes and got into bed next to Bentley, who winced as he wrapped his arm around kevin. "How's my boy. How's my sweet boy?" "Daddy B. What can I do to help you? What can I do?" Bentley moaned as he got up a bit. "Go into my pocket. You'll find my keys. The one with the green protector? That's to the car. Can you drive?" "No Daddy B. But I'll figure it out." "GET OUT. Just get out of here. Crash the gate." "DADDY B I'M NOT GOING WITHOUT YOU." Bentley tightened his grip on kevin. "That may be the best medicine I've taken." "Can you walk with me Daddy B? We'll get to the car together. " "Let me try. Let me try. There are paths that avoid the office. " kevin wrapped Bentley's arm around his shoulder, and they started out. Very, very slowly. Bentley groaned. "When I heal, I am gonna spend three hours minimum, tickling the shit out of you." kevin smiled. "THAT'S MY DADDY. THAT'S MY DADDY B. You gonna take my ass too?" "Anytime I want. You're coming with me." kevin hesitated for a minute, but then his answer was firm. "I am Daddy B. I can't be without you." They had made it to the exit. kevin opened the door. "Lay in the back Daddy B. I don't need to do much to get this car fast, and out of here. " kevin got into the driver's seat, and started the car. In his rooms, Soderquist thought he heard something, but his cock was deep up jarred's ass and he wasn't paying attention. That changed when he heard the crash. "WHAT IN HEAVEN WAS THAT? " He looked out the window and saw the damage to the perimeter fence. He buzzed down to Vlad. "VLAD. VLAD! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING IN THIS HOUSE? CAN I NOT HAVE ONE MOMENT OF PEACE? Vlad, however, was in matt's room, his cock deeply down matt's throat.
A crash the size of the one kevin had just caused, and a frantic message from someone, was a combination the police force couldn't ignore. Six patrol cars were on their way, sirens blasting. "FUCK. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK" screamed Soderquist. Bentley's car had stopped dead after it smashed the gate. Two officers were over to it right away. kevin was fine and he was babbling out the story. They saw Bentley in the back and saw the oozing blood coming out the back of his shirt. "Get an EMS STAT" one of them yelled, and soon there were more sirens. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE. GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT. " Soderquist began screaming as the rest of the police got closer. "Sir.. Sir... We just want explanations. "THE EXPLANATION IS THIS IS MY HOUSE. MY HOUSE. MINE...." He began frantically pushing buttons on his wrist control panel, but what matt had done, had disabled that. "WHERE IS MY POWER. WHERE IS MY POWER?" He screamed, as the police began streaming into the building. Vlad tried to make a run for it. He didn't get far before he took hits from three tazers. "HOLY SHIT. " one of the officers spoke to his partner. "Did you see this?" He had found the playroom. Bentley's blood was still on the floor. "KEEP AWAY FROM MY TOYS. KEEP AWAY FROM MY TOYS...." Soderquist seemed to have lost it completely. "Sir.. Sir. Please calm down. Calm down. " jared had come into the room. "Please. Calm down for me." Soderquist smiled. "Come here jared. Come to me. " "yes sir." When jared did, he grabbed him. He pulled one arm behind him, and wrapped his other arm around his neck. "I WILL SNAP HIS HEAD IF YOU DO NOT GET OUT OF THE WAY." jared began to choke. "Please sir. Not so hard. Not so hard.." "Ha ha. You weren't saying that fifteen minutes ago. PIG." He shoved jared out toward one of the police officers. That's when he took three tazer shots. "MINE. IT'S ALL MINE. YOU CAN'T HAVE IT. IT'S MINE. THEY... ARE... MINE...." He collapsed on the floor.
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It took the police more than a few days to figure out what had been going on in the house. They spoke to Bentley, after the doctors had finished with him. kevin never left his side. They interviewed each model, and got the stories. "How the FUCK did this happen under our noses? " They looked at each other. "This has to be kept as quiet as possible. " One of them looked at the other. "Isn't it a shame that that weird looking guy offed himself in jail? Never should have let him have a sheet.
Vlad was taken into custody and proved to be an invaluable witness. He was in the country illegally, and in exchange for his testimony, he was given a lighter sentence, and the promise of citizenship when he got out.
Our models sat down when it was all over, and they had heard the reports of Soderquists "suicide" They were trying to figure out what to do. "Maybe this is the wrong question to ask," Gus spoke "But.. putting Soderquist aside, did anyone else enjoy doing this? I know I did." There was silence and some staring at each other. "Yeah, I did too," said rusty. "I never had so many men interested in me." Jim spoke up. "Could we, maybe, run it ourselves?" "Not without me you can't." Bentley was limping in, with kevin holding his arm. "DADDY B IS BACK! DADDY B IS BACK!" "NO ONE HUG ME. It still hurts too much." He took a deep breath. It still hurt a bit to breathe. "If you wanted to run this as your own operation, you could do it. Or we can all go our separate ways. Sleep on it."
The next day they took a vote. They would close the mansion down while the renovated it. Then they would reopen, as the "Model Brothel" as someone called it, or their official name. "Model Escorts." Bentley was hired as the chief executive officer. He did everything he did for Soderquist, only now he did it for the corporation the models formed. They did theme nights when each of them would wear a costume of some sort, they would have party nights where they would bring in food and where eventually, pair offs happened. They thought about expanding the operation to include female escorts, and shot it down. BUT... they began to receive emails and letters, of models who were looking to work at the operation. Soon, there were more than 25 different models doing different "things." It turned out that Kevin had a head for management, and in addition to moving into Bentley's room, he became his assistant running the business. He didn't see clients anymore. As he put it "I have one client, and that's Daddy B." You could hear him laughing at all hours of the night, when Bentley tickled him until he was ready to take Kevin's ass. (And he DID keep his promise: as soon as he was strong enough, he tickled kevin for three hours before he collapsed on him in a fit of kissing and hugging). Ben and Link stayed together, but also saw clients. It gave Ben the chance to do the same thing that Jim had done before him: he began to bottom. He loved it. In bed with Link, there was no question. In bed with clients though, Ben turned out to be able to hold his legs up with the rest of them. As the one straight guy, Gary asked: he understood that they didn't want female escorts, but could he take on female clients? There was a spirited discussion, but rather than lose the revenue from Gary, he had to agree to 50/50: half women, half men. And Jared? Well... that last moment with Soderquist had some severe consequences for his psyche. He shaved all of his long hair off, and would spend hours in Soderquist's former suite (now available for clients who wanted multiple models for a session, and for special occasions like gay bachelor parties.). He seemed to not be able to recover, until... "ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT BITCH" came Gus' commanding voice. "GET YOUR FACE IN THAT PILLOW AND YOUR ASS IN THE AIR." jared looked at him and whimpered "yes sir." Gus then pummeled his ass in a way Soderquist never had. "You were off limits you fucking cunt. That's not true anymore..." Gus screamed, and dumped a load into jared. When it was done, jared turned around and looked at him. "When do I get back to work, Sir?" Thereafter, if a client asked for "your most submissive escort" he was assigned to jared.
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So there we go folks. The "Model Brothel" functions well. It's become part of the community, donating to charities, having a "model car wash" drive in the summer where each model would strip down to a jock strap, jean shorts, or a speedo, and wash your car for a "donation." Bentley married kevin a year into the new enterprise, and insisted that he go to school during the day. Maybe if you drive through town some day, you'll visit.