Evans led Vin and Ned out the door of the house where they were staying, to a side building. It was a garage, holding three cars, one of which was a serious-looking van. The next day, when the captives had a chance to talk to each other, they acknowledged that they knew almost nothing about where they were being kept. Yes, they had been taken here in secret, but what was "here?" They didn't know about the garage until that moment, and now, they could see other out buildings with no idea of what they were.
"We're going to a gentlemen's bar, so dress accordingly," he had told them before he left them to their quarters. Ned knew exactly what Evans meant: one of the roles he had played at Scios was as what the team called a "seducer." If they were targeting an enemy agent, or anyone for that matter, and there was a possibility that he preferred men, they'd track him to a bar and send Ned in. His good looks and hot body were almost always successful in managing to "extricate the target" as they called it: everyone wanted to go home with a "hot daddy," and Ned was an unparalleled aggressor. (There was less of a call for bringing in female agents, but they used Ned for this as well). In any event, he knew how to dress for this: he put on a tight-fitting white oxford, a pair of snug jeans, and his camel-colored leather jacket. As he pulled out an item that he hadn't worn since his capture, Ned remembered that he had a small weapon: a very sharp knife, in the lining of the jacket. He felt around for it.
"SHIT!" he thought to himself. OF COURSE Evans would have searched the coat for it. "He fucking checkmates me even before I make a move." Ned shook his head. How the hell were they going to get out of here?
"Nice job, Ned. I'd take you home with me. Come to think of it, I DID take you home with me, didn't I?" Evans chuckled as he walked past Ned's room to Vin's. He found Vin sitting on his bed, almost inert. This was all new to Vin, and he had no idea what to do. He felt sick.
"My bad, Vinny. I keep forgetting how little experience you have at this. Let's see what we've got here. Hmmm." Evans had left the door to Vin's room open, and Vin looked at the path.
"I wouldn't if I were you, Vinny," Evans said very matter of factly. "Now, let's see what we have." He rooted around Vin's closet, and pulled out a blue and white striped buttondown, and a pair of pale colored chinos. He also pulled out a rep style necktie.
"I may change my mind on those pants if they're not tight enough, but let's see the entire ensemble." Evans smiled at Vin. "You're going as my boyfriend tonight, Vinny. Ned is going to show you how to cruise." When Evans saw the pout on Vin's face, he laughed.
"I expect you to act like you're enjoying yourself, Vinny, even when I'm not being physical with you, because I KNOW you'll enjoy yourself when I am. Because if you don't," he paused. "Your hickey is going to get even bigger."
Vin got up in silence and started getting dressed. "It probably WILL get bigger tomorrow night, Vinny sweetie. Tomorrow, we continue with the education of our new bottom nerd." Vin blushed, half out of anger and half out of embarrassment. He had spent part, no, most, of the day thinking about how he'd be in Evans' bed the next night. Part of him was repulsed, but the other part was, well, aroused by it.
"The shirt's too tight. I can't button the top button." Vin looked at Evans and then added "Sir."
"That's ok. You look mighty sexy with the button opened." He came up from behind Vin and wrapped an arm around his middle while he put his mouth to Vin's ear and whispered, "Sort of telling people to `come here,' but with me there, clearly in charge, a lot of frustration." Vin moaned as the bristles of Evans' chin rubbed his neck. "You're so fucking HOT. I didn't think I'd keep you, but it was a smart move. Now let's go collect Ned and get going."
Evans drove, with Vin in the passenger seat and Ned in the back. Just before they got in the car, though, he told Ned to put his wrists out in front of him and then he put on cuffs. Then he attached the cuffs to a length of chain, which he joined to a collar and put around Vin's neck. "This will make sure neither of you try anything heroic. Unfortunately, it's not the kind of place where I can bring you in like this, but eventually, we'll be at places where we can. You boys are going to make a LOT of people very jealous of me, very soon."
As he said he would, Evans took the collar and cuffs off of Vin and Ned before they entered the bar. "Ned, you go in first. Vinny and I will follow." He put his hand on Vin's shoulder. "Vinny's not ready to do cruising on his own, but he's going to learn from you, Ned. And your assignment is to get at least one number. If you don't, well, you haven't been flogged in a while." Ned kept that in mind as they went into the darkened room. "Looks the same as all the other ones," he thought, as his eyes got used to the change in light. He went up to the bar.
"What're you drinking, stud?" Same line, and same answer. "Light beer." The bottle opened, came to Ned. Evans had given him enough cash for drinks, and he started walking around. He checked the place out: fairly crowded, and he could feel eyes checking him out. He knew the chances of someone from Scios being there were almost nil, but you never knew. He saw Evans in the corner with Vin, watching Ned as he ran his hands up and down Vin's torso. "Why isn't that me?" flashed through Ned's mind before he realized he'd be in Evans' bed that night, in a few hours. He saw Evans step behind Vin and begin kissing his neck. Ned knew it was a trigger for Vin. He could see Vin's face contorting but couldn't hear what Evans was saying.
"You're going to make one of the best goddamn bottom bitches that this world has ever seen, Vinny. Maybe for me, maybe for someone else, but damn it, you are so fucking receptive, it's adorable." His hand moved up to Vin's left nipple and tweaked it.
"What do you mean `for someone else," Sir?" Vin asked. Evans laughed. "Oh, take that as a warning. Look around you: these guys look quite harmless, and they all are, but if you think I'M a tough Master, you should spend time with some of the guys I know. There's one guy who's kept his slave in chastity for a year. Think of that, Vinny: you complain when I make you wear the cage for three days. Think about three weeks. Three months." He pressed his pelvis against Vin's ass. "Think about a YEAR. A cock in your ass and your mouth every day for a year, and not a chance to cum, except for a little prostate orgasm every now and then. If you think about that, you'll start accepting your role a whole lot better."
"Or work harder to escape Vin thought, before his mind was clouded by the sensation of Evans sliding his finger back and forth over his ass crack: no one in the bar "saw" it, but everyone "saw" it.
"Looks like Ned is about to score." Indeed, he was. They saw Ned smiling as he took a number for a short, very muscular young man with a premature receding hairline. "Richard Lopez. I'm visiting from Colombia. Don't forget to give me a call papi'," he said to Ned, before he gave him a kiss.
"Hmmm. That boy's gonna pay for kissing my sub," Evans thought.
"Open your mouth, Vinny. About time you got kissed in public." Evans shoved his tongue down Vin's throat. He hoped Ned was seeing because he knew Ned liked being kissed. It would get Ned going for that night.
Maybe Ned saw it, maybe he didn't. He was in the process of getting his second number of the night. As the bar filled up, he had a second beer, and got a third one. Evans put his hand on Vin's neck.
"Time to go. The follow up on one is always challenging. Three?"
"Follow up, Sir?" Vin asked and Evans smiled. "Tomorrow, ask Otto to show you the `registry'. Every nickel helps in keeping the place going, and those guys are worth a LOT of nickels." As they walked out, Vin heard someone call "WOOF" as he went by. "SEE, STUD? Ned isn't the only hottie in the bar. Someone wants to take you home with him. He can't."
"Just take off your jacket, Ned" Evans instructed Ned after they got to the bedroom. "Nothing else." Then he smiled. "Of course I found the knife. I keep on telling you, I know you better than you give me credit for." Ned huffed. "When I get back, I'll prove it." He went off to Vin's bedroom.
"Strip, Vinny. I want to prep you for tomorrow." Vin knew what that meant, and he saw the cage in Evans' hand.
"Just in case our little visit got you a little excited Vinny. I want ALL that juice saved for tomorrow and tomorrow night." Vin blushed when his pants came off and his "little engine that won't," as Evans called it, was as hard as it could get.
"Well, well. That looks more than a little excited. Let's get that asp under control." He grabbed Vin's balls and squeezed.
"OUCH. FUCK!" Vin's erection went down, and Evans locked his dick in the cage.
"You have a good night, Vinny boy. Think of what I'm about to do as practice for you for tomorrow night. GRRRRRRRRRRRR." He locked Vin's door and went back to his bedroom, where Ned sat on the side of the mattress. Evans sat down next to him. He draped an arm around Ned's shoulder.
"You're such a fucking fox, stud. EVERY guy in that bar was hoping you'd take him home and fuck the shit out of him."
"Not everyone," Ned muttered, and Evans laughed. "Well, you're right about that. Lay back. Hands to your sides." Sighing, Ned did what he was told. Evans lay on top of him, still dressed. He pinned Ned's wrists down and moved his mouth to Ned's ear.
"I'll get you tied up in a few minutes, but for now...I like feeling you pretend you're not struggling while you are. And knowing I can knock every bit of resistance out of you, just by doing this." He ran his nose over Ned's ear, and Ned felt his strength leaving him. Evans whispered: "All those boys thought they were gonna get picked up by a hot top man daddy. You and I know better, don't we, handsome?" When Ned didn't answer, Evans shoved his knee into his crotch.
"Yeah. Yeah, we do." As Evans began to slide his knee back and forth and nibble Ned's ear, he began to whimper.
"I wonder what your old buds would say if they knew you were a BOTTOM."
"I'M NOT A BOTTOM." Ned grunted, before he felt the first shackle go on his wrist.
"Oh yeah, you are. And not just a situational one. You're as hard as a rock, stud."
"It's because of what you do to my ears," he whined. "I wish I knew how you found out about that," then he felt the second shackle lock on his other wrist.
"All that matters is that...I do." Evans began opening the buttons on Ned's shirt. "Still smooth. Don't have to worry about shaving. Our Mediterranean boy may need one. For now, though, what you need is... this." He began licking Ned's nipple, and when he was done, he took the end of Ned's chin in his mouth and ran his teeth across it. He whispered "Yeah, I know about that, too, stud. Like I said, I know more than you think." He reached down and felt Ned's crotch. "You're hard. Maybe harder than you've ever been."
"What the hell did you expect, with what you're doing to me?" Evans laughed. "I didn't expect you to be THIS hard. I will tell you what I expect, Ned. From now on, you're going to do what Vin started doing. You're gonna call me SIR."
"FUCK THAT," Ned reared up and Evans pushed him back down. "You know, you can do it willingly, or...we can have a day of submission where if you want me to stop working you over, you submit and agree to say it. And I'll make sure Vinny watches all of it. Think about it. But the other thing you're going to do, and you're going to do it tonight, is beg me to FUCK you." Ned didn't answer that. He was SO aroused. He thought about those men who approached him and wondered why Evans had made him do what he did, and he thought about how hard he was. Evans started undressing and soon, his big thick cock was in front of him.
"No sucking tonight, Ned. I want it all for your ass, but..." He grinned and started slapping Ned's lips with it, and Ned felt the drops of precum on his mouth.
"I can feel your hips heaving Mr. Hemmings. So, I think it won't take much. Just a little of a favorite combination." He lay down next to Ned and began working on his left ear while his hand stroked the point where Ned's jeans met his belly. At first, Ned was quiescent and then he began to shake, and moan.
"Time to move to the other side, stud. I don't want your right ear to feel neglected. The switch nearly pushed Ned over the edge. He gave out a LONG moan.
"Know what I'm thinking, Ned? I'm thinking about how those boys looked at you: how they thought they saw a hot top man daddy who was gonna wreck their ass tonight, and how the only ones in that bar who knew better were you, me, and Vinny. So, stud, you're gonna have to do more than beg to get fucked. You're gonna have to say, "I'm a bottom."
"I'm NOT." OH SHIT." He felt Evans' lips on his. Ned thought back to how jealous he was when he saw Evans' tongue go down Vin's throat, and he began thinking about how Vin, as an almost virgin, might be more appealing. He knew that there were rumors that Evans was involved in sexual trafficking, and while he thought that if ONE of them were going to be trafficked it would be Vin, now he wasn't sure. And now, that thick tongue that knew about what Evans called "the oral prostate" was taking control of his mouth and getting him hornier, and hornier. When Evans pulled his tongue out, and started chewing Ned's nipple, Ned moaned. "FUCK YOUR BOTTOM. FUCK ME. PLEASE FUCK YOUR BOTTOM."
"Heh, heh. Everything but Sir. Well, we'll have to plan submission day. For now, though, let's just get that sweet ass filled." He pulled off Ned's shoes and then his jeans. The "daddy briefs" went next.
"Know what Ned? I have a shit load of tickle toys we haven't tried out yet. And those feet: OH, those feet are so sensitive. I think they're more sensitive than Vinny's. Maybe we have to test." He bent Ned's knees back and aimed his mouth at his asshole. "Lubrication and a reward. Who could want more? MMMMM."
"OH SHIT. OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK" Ned felt Evans tongue digging in. He wished his prostate were lower so Ned could get it with his tongue, but as if he read Ned's mind, Evans pushed two fingers in.
"My self-proclaimed bottom can use a little nutting. At least I think so. Ready?"
"OH SHIT YES. YES" Ned felt Evans take his prostate in his fingers and start kneading it. Ned was still gasping for breath when Evans removed his fingers. He put them up in Ned's mouth. "LICK YOUR JUICE OFF OF THEM, BOTTOM," and they were still in Ned's mouth when he felt Evans' cock enter him.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Ned moaned. It felt like no other fuck he had gotten from Evans. The man fucked like a robot -- a thinking robot. He slid in quickly and pulled out slowly. The wince from Ned when he touched Ned's already sensitized prostate made Ned quiver all over. Then when Evans pulled back just a little and held his cock in place while he tightened his glutes, made Ned feel like he was going to explode. He knew there would be a punishment for cumming before Evans did, but he felt like he didn't have a choice.
Evans seemed to read his mind. He grabbed Ned's cock and just held it. "Shoot, bottom, and I tickle you for the whole hour tomorrow. While Vinny watches. Right before I take him to bed. You up for that.
"OH FUCK. OH FUCK. I can't hold it. I can't. AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH" Ned shot all over himself as Evans inched back into his ass, slowly but surely, again touching his prostate.
"Tighten your glutes, stud bottom. Make my cock know you want it." Ned took a deep breath and did what he was told. When he did, he heard Evans mutter "FUCKING JESUS CHRIST," before he shot into Ned.
For the quickest second, a smile formed on Ned's face. Evans saw it.
"You know you need to be punished for cumming first, right ned?" Ned was still ctching his breath. "Yeah, you told me, an hour of tickling."
"AH, but I didn't tell you HOW I was gonna tickle you. I've got a couple of toys I've been wanting to use." He got up and went over to the locked cabinet. Ned didn't see what he pulled out, and Evans came back with his hands behind him. "Left or right, stud? Oh, whichever one you don't pick, I use on Vinny so. HA, HA. What a choice! You want the nastier one for yourself, or you want that for Vinny?" Ned tried to recall if he saw anything, and he didn't. He had no idea.
"Left hand," he grunted. Evans smiled. "You picked the lighter one, maybe." He showed Ned a pastry docker. "I saw Molly using this to make pie and thought that it would be GREAT to use on you boys. "He spun it and the spokes turned. "She uses this to mark up her dough, but think of how it'll feel on feet, or pits, or ribs. See what you turned down." He showed Ned what looked like a medical instrument.
"Wartenburg wheels. All the rage at one point. Sort of the equivalent of a reflex hammer only for nerves on the upper part of the body. You need skill to work these because of the spokes." He put it in front of Ned's face: it looked like a pizza slicer, only smaller, and five in a row. "Stay curious, Ned. Tomorrow is decided, but eventually, you'll each try one of them. You won't have any choice about it. Now, to get back to business. I hope you enjoyed your orgasm. It's the last one you'll have in a while." Evans disappeared into the bathroom and came back with wet cloths. He cleaned up Ned's semen, while Ned struggled, again, at the ropes.
"You're caging me, aren't you?"
"Gee, you're catching on, Ned. Vinny's already caged, so now, I'll have two boys completely ready to be frustrated, horny, and eventually...to submit." Ned couldn't look when Evans locked it on.
"Let's get you trundled for sleep Mr. Hemmings. You have a busy day tomorrow, including setting up a date with one of those boys you spoke with." Ned looked confused. "And before tomorrow night is over, that boy will be with a new Master. Welcome to your new life, bait man."