When Ned woke up the next morning, he could feel Evans playing with his hair. He heard his captor's breathing as he bent down and whispered into Ned's ear "This has been MUCH better than I thought it would be, Ned. You are SO FUCKING HOT, and I have never enjoyed dominating a man the way I enjoy dominating you. Vinny's close but you," and he chuckled. "I feel like every time I take you, I've won a good, hard-fought battle." Ned felt Evans hook his arm underneath his and begin turning him onto his back.
"Fuck, are you horny already?" Ned was awake now, and still sore from the thorough plowing Evans had done to him the night before. He saw Evans smile.
"Yeah, I am, but I'm gonna hold off. It's Vinny's turn tonight, and I need to make the second time as good as the first.
"For you or him?" Ned sputtered, before he felt Evans' lips on his.
"For both of us, and you know, you should talk to your bud: he's MUCH further along to submitting than you might think. He's even calling me SIR now."
"THE FUCK HE IS!" Ned began to squirm. He didn't believe Evans, and he was angry. That's the only reason he began fighting a fight he knew he couldn't win.
"Oh, you'll see it in action tonight, Ned. Because you're going to watch Vinny do something you're going to do eventually: he's gonna suck me without the ring gag, right before I fuck him. And you're watching every bit of it."
"YOU'RE EVEN SICKER THAN I THOUGHT," Ned twisted some more, even as he felt his cock swelling in his cage.
"You have no idea, stud-muffin. No idea. "Evans began rubbing his morning scruff against Ned's ear. "I forgot an adjective: BOTTOM stud-muffin." His chin moved down from Ned's ear and neck to his shoulder. He began biting Ned, and the sensation was running all the way through the caged stud.
"I better stop playing with you, Ned. You drive me wild, and I already want you a second time. "He gave Ned another kiss. "Don't forget our tickle session today. It's on the schedule right after the photo session, and your call to your new friend." He climbed off of Ned and stood with his hands on his hips. Ned saw the thick hard on.
"You wanna touch it, Nedster?" Evans chuckled as Ned turned the other way. "Ha, ha. He doesn't want me to see the look in his eye. That's ok. Plenty of time today and of course, it's your turn tomorrow. Now, let's get you to your rooms. Special outfits today. You'll find what I've chosen. Perfect for our little photo project this morning. Now, let me go and check in with my computer geek stud."
Both Ned and Vin found a book at their places at the breakfast table: identical copies of an old Hardy Boys book: the one where the brothers are tied and gagged in front of a clock, and in real terror of what's to happen next.
"Hardy Boys grow into Hardy Men, my studs, and while you may not have noticed it, there is a big grandfather clock in the study. The Hardy Boys were self-proclaimed spies and detectives, which is such an apt parallel that I felt we had to do this. Of course, their apparel in the book cover is not appropriate for the two of you, but I think you're going to look VERY sharp once I finish tying you both up." Evans had picked a light pink button down and thin khaki trousers for Ned. For Vin, a "banker's shirt:" blue, white cuffs and collar, and a red and black striped tie, together with dark blue trousers.
"And, unlike the photo where they're tied separately, you're going to be tied back-to-back. So many possibilities out of that, my handsome studs. Before we do that, however, Ned, you're going to make a phone call. One of your contacts from last night would be a perfect fit for a client who is looking for someone to train as his sub. I think that if he believes he's going to have a date with Mr. Ned Hemmings, the guy he met at the bar, it will be as easy as pie to capture him and make him available."
"Trafficking," Ned muttered. "I won't do it." Evans smiled. "I fully expected for you to say that." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pastry docker he had shown Ned the night before. "I wonder if you'll change your mind after an hour of these running back and forth on your feet." He turned to Vin. "With Vinny assisting me." Vin looked up. "What is that Sir?" he asked. Ned heard it and thought "Holy shit! He IS calling him Sir".
"From the kitchen. A pastry docker. From my way of looking at it, a truly effective way to punish a recalcitrant not so secret agent who needs to learn to do what he's told. So..." he smiled. "Shall we head to the basement? Otto will have staff come in and clean up today. We have a busy morning, a busy afternoon, and an even busier evening, gentlemen.
Thirty minutes later, Ned found himself strapped onto the St. Andrew's cross, which had been rotated to a horizontal position. His shoes and his socks were off and at the side, and Vin had been given a pastry docker.
"Before we begin, Ned, I'm going to ask you if you'd like to avoid this completely. "
"I'm not calling him. Forget it."
"GOOD. Maybe we'll start Vinny on a journey to pseudo top man. Now, Vinny, Ned may very well recant and agree to talk, however: this must be done at fifteen-minute intervals. Like this." Evans took HIS docker and rolled it across Ned's right sole.
"OH FUCK!" Ned screamed and tried to pull back, but his ankles were locked in a stock structure that held them fast. "Simply pay attention to the rate at which I use mine, Vinny, and follow suit. Keep in mind, of course, that if you refuse to do so, it will be YOU in the stockade. "One more chance, Ned."
"NO." Evans started slowly and Vin, scared of what might happen to him, followed along. It took no more than three minutes before Ned started laughing. As the howls cascaded out of him, Evans ordered Vin "pick up the pace. Fast for the next 90 seconds. Like a sprint."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STOP! VIN PLEASE! DON'T DO WHAT THIS BASTARD SAYS. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OH SHIT I CAN'T BREATHE."
"Good job, Vinny. Now slow down. Two minutes. Then we'll give Ned a thirty-second break." Ned was already covered with sweat. His pink shirt looked almost magenta, and his face was bright scarlet. When Evans looked at Vin, he wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a smile on his face. He looked at his watch.
"Wanna learn how to finish up a guy REAL fast Vinny? Five minutes, as fast as you can. GO!" Evans dug in with the docker and Ned screamed. His laughter was almost painful for Vin to her, but he kept on digging the spokes into Ned's feet. "VIN I'M GONNA KILL YOU WHEN I GET A CHANCE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
"And you will, Mr. Hemmings, and you will. Mr. Fassio is not going to escape such exquisite torture. Shall we discuss a phone call, Mr. Hemmings?"
"YES! YES! JUST STOP! STOP! FUCK, EVANS, THIS IS THE SICKEST THING YOU'VE DONE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA."
"Give me time, Ned, give me time. So, let's get this done now, so that we can get to our little Hardy Boys game." He picked up Ned's phone and poked in the telephone number of the guy named Richard. He held the phone to Ned's ear.
"Hey, Richard. Sorry I'm breathing so hard. I was just thinking about you. Wonder if you'd like to get together tomorrow night? I can come and pick you up if you give me an address. Just call back when you can. Or text." He had a script that Evans had written.
"Very well done, Ned, VERY well done. Now, let's get you a change of clothing. I did not anticipate you'd sweat so much especially being so smooth." He turned and looked at Vin.
"Nor did I anticipate Vinny pouring out as much pre-cum as he has. You'll need some new attire as well, Vinny. You each have five minutes to get changed and back here."
"You ARE going to pay for that, Vin," Ned whispered as he limped up the stairs. He wouldn't be making any escape runs for a while. Vin shrugged his shoulders. "I'm trying to fit in. Once I can figure out more of this computer system, I might be able to jerry rig something and get us out of here."
"Don't kill me before hand."
Thirty minutes later, Ned and Vin were sitting back-to-back, their wrists tied to each other on each side, their ankles tied to the legs of their chairs, and their thighs looped together as well. Both had large cloth gags over their mouths. Otto had come in with a tripod and a camera.
"Master Evans, I'll set the focus. Do you prefer to start with the movie, or the stills?"
"Let's do the stills first, Otto. I have something insidious in mind for the movie. Mr. Hemmings has issued a challenge to me, and I intend to take him up on it."
"Very well, Sir."
"Both of you. You'll start struggling, trying to escape. Of course, in the still photos one won't see most of that, but the facial expressions will be wonderful. BEGIN." When he had enough of the first photos, Evans ordered them to stop. He removed Vin's tie and opened up a button on his shirt. More photos followed, with an extra button opened on each man's shirt.
"So, now we start the movie. What better way to begin than with two sexy men, opened shirts, inviting one to come in and play with them? You have your instructions, gentlemen. Don't play dumb." Again, the two struggled, and this time both Vin and Ned were sweating. "MMMMMMMMMMMMPH" came out of Vin's mouth when he saw Otto hand Evans the two nipple clamps with extra long chains.
"What better way to deal with a pair of captives, than with shared clamps. "Otto, you start the camera while I...give an assist." Evans went over and twisted each clamp just a bit. When the moans were loud enough to satisfy him, he stopped, and Otto continued to film.
"I want you each to pull away from the other. Let's see what kind of screams we get NOW."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!" came out of each of the men. "I hope you both realize that the more you pull, the more you torture the other one. Ned, here's your chance to begin to punish Vinny for his behavior." The thought went through Ned's mind, and he lunged forward. This didn't involve his feet, so he could do it easily. Vin, not being strong enough to resist, suffered mightily: like the weak link in a tug of war.
"Oh, this is going to be WONDERFUL Otto. I can't imagine how much the honchos at Scios are going to pee their pants when they see this.
"Indeed, Master Evans," Otto answered. Finally, Evans was finished.
"Oh, my, that was fun. Otto, I believe you would like Mr. Fassio to work with you on the computer system a bit this afternoon."
"I would, Sir. Just about two hours."
"That would be fine. Leave Mr. Hemmings to me. I think I need to send some photos to his `date' before tomorrow."
When Otto and Vin had left, Evans turned to Ned. "Actually, from what I can tell, your lad is a bottom, so the sort of photos I have in mind will not be appropriate; however, I'm sure there's more than one man who would be willing to have a date with a hot, studly bottom who sends photos of himself naked, bound, and caged."
"mfuckr" was all Ned could get out before Evans began his next round of photos. As Vin left with Otto, Evans told him he could remove his necktie.
"Thank you, Sir," Vin answered. He didn't look back, so he didn't see the look of distaste on Ned's face. Or Evans' grin.
"Otto, why does Mr. Evans call me `Vinny' instead of Vin?" Otto had his eyes focused on his screen.
"Because he knows it bothers you, Mr. Fassio. It turns you into a boy, rather than a man." He paused. "And if I may editorialize for one moment, Mr. Fassio, you seem to be quite comfortable in fitting into the role of Master Evans' boy, which delights me."
"I do? How?" Otto cracked one of his rare smiles.
"If you think that anyone has missed the fact that you now address Master Evans as `Sir,' you are mistaken, Mr. Fassio. I believe that Master Evans is delighted, Mr. Hemmings is angered, and I know, rather than believe, that I am quite pleased." He didn't give Vin a chance to ask his follow up question.
"Master Evans has never had two sex slaves at the same time before, and I'm not at all certain how long he will be able to keep up with it. Whilst I would never say this where he could hear it, Master Evans is not a young man anymore. An aggressive active one, for sure, but he is about the same age as you and Mr. Hemmings and about 10 years younger than I am. He tires out the way any man does, and keeping each of you satisfied, is quite the task. Especially you, Mr. Fassio. As you evolve into your new role, you are going to want more and more of his time." He smiled. "That is the way it goes with almost virgins."
"So, you think, he'll give Ned to someone and keep me?"
Otto sighed. "I don't know if it will go that far, Mr. Fassio. As I have told you, the original plan was to capture Mr. Hemmings. When the opportunity arose to take you as well, Master Evans took advantage of it. Would he keep you instead of Mr. Hemmings? I do not know; what I DO know is that a well-trained submissive sex slave is always a desirable commodity. He would find you a new Master with no trouble at all." Vin gulped. "He'd separate us?" Otto sighed.
"Mr. Fassio, I'm afraid that while some assume I can read Master Evans like a book, that is fallacy. It is assuredly NOT the case with his sexual choices. Now please, continue with debugging that program. I would like to have it completed before dinner and your evening with Master Evans." Vin gulped at that. He wasn't sore from the pounding he had taken the first time, but he remembered it. And the way he remembered it made him uneasy.
"You'll excuse Mr. Hemmings and I, Vinny. We need to take care of something before we begin. Ned." Evans got up from his chair. Ned hesitated and Evans shook his head. "Please do not make this difficult, Mr. Hemmings. I have explained to you what was to happen." Ned sighed, threw down his napkin and got up. "Worry not, Mr. Fassio. I'm coming back for you as soon as I get things set up with Mr. Hemmings." At the suite, Evans motioned to Ned to take a chair that was set up at the foot of the bed. "Hands behind you, please. GOOD. I simply prefer leather and rope to metal. My colleagues do not understand why I don't use handcuffs. Call me old-fashioned." As he tied the restraint, Evans asked "I hope you drank sufficient water tonight, Ned? Your mouth will need to be moist in a bit."
"What for?" Ned spat out, and Evans laughed. "Do you want Vinny to take my dick unlubricated?"
"Why the hell not? I take it dry." Evans leaned over and whispered into Ned's ear. "Which you love. Admit it, handsome, sexy, stud." His hand moved over Ned's sore nipple, and he moaned. "Yes. Yes, I do, Sir."
"AH. GOOD BOY, Ned. Competing with Vinny. I like that. I feel flattered. Not enough of me for both of you. Perhaps you'll fight for my hand. Or at least my cock. Now, let me fetch my sweet, not so young thing." Before he left, Evans picked up a leather strap -- at least that's what Ned thought it was.
"Put this on, Vinny." Evans handed him the strap, which was actually a leash. "Should you decline, I still have the afternoon's clamps in my pocket."
"Sir, can I ask what it's for?"
"You can ask, Vinny. You may be sorry you did. You've sucked me through the ring gag and tonight, you're going to suck me without it. This will allow me to control you. A good sharp pull on this should I feel any teeth, and you'll have the largest hickey mankind has ever seen. Now, put on the collar. "
"yes sir," Vin's voice dropped to very low. "Upstairs."
Vin saw Ned tied to the chair. "Tonight, Vinny, you're going to teach Ned how to do something and Ned, should I catch you looking away, rest assured, you will regret it. "He turned to Vin.
"You, sit back on your calves and get your wrists behind your back as if I tied them. Right here." He positioned Vin at a point where Ned could see everything. Then he unbuckled his pants and dropped them. He pulled the leash, and Vin almost fell over.
"Just like a popsicle, Vinny, just like a popsicle. Keep that in mind. Remember what you learned. "Evans turned to Ned. "You're going to be next," he said, and Ned squirmed as his cock battled his cage. They could both hear the slurping noises that Vin was making.
"Not bad for a beginner, Not bad. But you have to get used to taking ALL of it, Vinny. ALL of it. What if you were sucking someone with 12 inches? DOWN ON ME." Evans pulled the leash hard, and he chuckled when he heard Vin's gag reflex kicking in.
"Back and forth. Back and forth. You're just making me harder than I already am -- if that's possible. I'm saving the jizz for the main event -- an event Ned knows very well." As Vin sucked, Evans smiled and crooned. He put his hand on the back of Vin's head and pushed it forward.
"Your tongue is almost like a cat's tongue Vinny. What a wonderful texture. OH... YES. I could have you do this for hours." He pulled the leash. "But time is a wasting. He took the leash off Vin. "Get out of your clothes. Then get on the bed. Face down.
"Face down, Sir?"
"That's right. You wore a leash, just like a dog, and you're going to get fucked, doggie style. From behind."
"This is gonna hurt," Vin thought. He began to brace himself.
"OH, that ass of yours is so sweet. SO sweet. Next time, we're going to give you a REAL spanking, but for now." Evans folded his belt in half and delivered six shots to each of Vin's cheeks. They were beginning to glow pink when he stopped.
"Now, we have a special treat for you tonight, Vinny. I got the treat of YOUR tongue, and now, you're going to get the treat of Ned's tongue. "He pulled Ned out of the chair, keeping his hands bound. "GET IN THERE AND DO A GOOD JOB. BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T, I'LL MAKE YOU DO IT AGAIN." Ned bent his face in. He saw Vin wince when his beard hair touched the inner part of his hole. "Easy Vin. Sorry about that." Ned had a fat tongue, and it was hard to get into the still tight space that was Vin's hole, but he did it. Vin began to moan. He pushed his ass up, perhaps involuntarily, perhaps not, trying to get more. Now, the slurping everyone heard was Ned working. From the corner of his eye, Ned saw Evans holding onto his cock, but not stroking it.
"I should be getting that," ran through his mind. He was so focused that he didn't see Evans stand behind him and pull him off.
"Good job. Leave some for your DOM."
"Yes Sir," Ned answered. "Thank you, Sir," and when he sat down again, he realized what he was doing: he was trying to get Evans to think he was broken. At least that's what he THOUGHT he was doing. His dick told him something else as it fought against his cage.
Vin's cock also fought against the cage, as he felt Evans' cock head at his butt. "Number two should be as much fun as number one, Vinny. If not better. You're nice and lubed, and you know what to expect, so..." Evans slid in.
"OH MY GOD SIR OH MY GOD. OH FUCK." Evans began to chuckle. "Seems Vinny likes to take it from behind. Arch your back Vinny. Nice V shape with your legs." Vin tried the best he could, but he kept falling down. Ned laughed.
"Sweet baby bottom. We'll have to give you exercises to get those muscles stronger. I LIKE taking men from behind. Hell, I like taking them from in front too. I just like FUCKING." He drove into Vin's ass. "YOU LIKE HOW THAT FEELS STRAIGHT BOY VINNY?"
"Yes sir. Yes. OH GOD IT'S UNREAL." Vin could hear the flapping of Evans' balls as they hit his ass. "TAKE IT YOU FUCKING MAN CUNT. TAKE IT YOU SEX BITCH. TAKE YOUR MASTER'S COCK." There was an almost animal yell that came out of Evans, as he pushed a load into Vin's ass.
"Ah, that's so satisfying. SO FUCKING SATISFYING." He turned to Ned. "You like watching?" He giggled. "Not as much as taking it up the ass, but it's fun, isn't it?" He leaned into Vin's ear. "You're such a good lover, Vinny. You're both good lovers. In different ways. " He pulled out, slowly. He stood up and got on his pants. "You're going back to your suite, Ned. Think about what I'm gonna do to you tomorrow night because, OH, I'm gonna be SO hot when I see those films. So are you, stud. And tomorrow, we're gonna have a little contest: whichever of you wins, gets a night out of his cage. And that's all I'll say." He took Ned by the arm and walked him to his room. As he untied him, he waited to see what Ned would do. All he did was massage his wrists.
"You have a sweet night, Ned. Think about how good Vinny tasted. Think about what you saw when he blew me. Because, stud, you're gonna do it very, VERY soon." He locked the door and went back to the bedroom. When he got there, he saw that Vin had slipped his wrists into the restraints, and his legs were spread.
"How you should be all the time," Evans slipped out of his own clothes, and he climbed on top of Vin. "Kiss me, fucktoy. Open your mouth. Take your Master's tongue. "
"Yes Sir. OH GOD, yes sir."
Vin thought that the loosely structured plan that he and Ned had was working. He was soon to find out, he was mistaken.