Dear Readers: Thank you for your patience. It was not my intention to let this story lapse for as long as I did. I hope you see how I incorporated the lapse into the story, and you can still enjoy it.
It had been six months since Ned and Vin had "escaped" from Evans' compound. Vin had been planning a computer diversion that he thought was sophisticated enough to distract Otto, while Evans was off one day, setting up his new agency. Vin and Ned knew very little about those plans, only that Evans envisioned both of them working for him. They had no idea what their roles would be, but they both assumed -- correctly -- that nothing would happen until they had both submitted to Evans.
"I think vinny is right at the edge, Otto" Evans had been talking about the future plans. "I think if I worked on him intensively, I'd have him broken in a week, two at most." Otto saw Evan's gleaming smile.
"I agree with you, Master Evans," Otto spoke." "My question for you, Sir, is: `what will you do after you've broken both of them? I know you too well. You enjoy the hunt, you enjoy the process, and you enjoy having subs; however, I have seen the enthusiasm leave you when you've broken a man, Sir. If these two are to be your next slaves -- an interesting proposition to be sure -- then my opinion is that you need to determine how you will go forward. Mr. Hemmings will take longer to break, but you WILL break him, of that I know." Evans looked off in the distance. "Otto, you're right. You are ABSOLUTELY right. As I think about it, I can see that the joy of winning a victory against either of them is, well, abating. And of course, you're right, Otto. I CAN see a path to getting each of them to submit." He sighed. "And then what? D/s sex is satisfying but, well."
"Say no more, Master Evans. If I may, I will suggest that we take this step by step, and as a first step..." He cleared his throat. "The gents are planning an escape attempt." He saw Evans' eyes light up. "No, Sir, I know what you are thinking and no, a recapture before they escape will be like a very quick rush of sugar, and then a let-down. I would suggest..." And Otto outlined his plan: let them escape -- or THINK they'd escaped. He would do nothing to make it easier for Evans to find them again. Evans enjoyed the hunt so much; it would be a terrific challenge for him.
"Let's do it, Otto." They both smiled. And so it happened that although Otto saw the electric reworking of the guard program that Vin had put it, he did not disable it. He even disabled the blocking codes that had stopped any signals from reaching Scios. Ned and Vin took much more care than they needed to when they "escaped." So as not to rev up their suspicions, Otto did not disable the alarms that sounded when they made it past the perimeter of the compound. Both men were nervous and frightened as they made their way through the terrain to the point where a Scios rescue helicopter was waiting. Otto watched it take off and head East. He called Evans. "Extraction complete, Sir. It would be safe for you to come back." He held the phone away from his ear as Evans cackled. "Six months you said, Otto?"
"Indeed, I did Sir. That will allow Scios to debrief them both and to place them in positions. Rest assured, Master Evans. The second complex is ready to receive everything." And for the next six weeks, trucks pulled up to the compound every day, and took whatever Evans designated to the new base where he and Otto would be operating.
Otto had been spot-on. The debriefing of Vin and Ned took about two intensive weeks. Scios' Board had enough information to find Evans' compound, and their first order of business was a controlled fire to burn it down. There was enough material left behind such that the agents did not suspect for a minute that Evans was setting up another site. The Board also concluded that both Ned and Vin were assets that were too valuable to "retire," so they were assigned to new details where they were needed and trained. Ned went back to being a field agent, and Vin went "inside" working on computer issues. One project he was assigned to was trying to track any activity by Evans or Otto. Again, he was outfoxed by Otto: Otto had sent out several transmissions that would have been picked up by Vin. They were. And each time, rather than follow up with his superiors, Vin ignored them. Evans and Otto had diagnosed him correctly: he had a very equally divided "love/hate" feeling about what Evans had done to him. There were times when he could fight it off, and there were other times when he'd fall asleep, hearing Evans' voice in his head whispering "I'm gonna FUCK you vinny," and when the scene in his head did not involve him being gagged, Vin would whisper `yes Sir." The confused feelings bothered him, but he told no one about them. Still, he rebuilt the protective field generator that Evans had destroyed after his capture. He wore it on his belt every day.
Vin felt the arm around his neck as soon as he entered his apartment. He reached for the generator, but his assailant's second arm pinned both of his behind him. He knew. He waited for the voice, but he knew. "Vinny. It's been too long. I hope you had a good vacation." One of the things Vin had done since his return was join a gym: he recalled how easily Evans had overpowered him, and he wanted to get stronger: better able to defend himself. While he WAS getting stronger, he was far from a match for Evans, and his struggles ended very quickly. "You're coming back home Vinny boy."
"FUCK THAT. I'm not living through that again," Vin answered, before he felt restraints going around his wrists. He heard Evans laugh. "I think you always knew I'd find you vinny. " He pressed his mouth to Vin's ear "And this is going to be even MORE fun."
"NNNNNNNNNNG," Vin moaned, and panted as he felt Evans tongue and teeth move up and down his ear. He felt the ropes get pulled tighter. Then he felt his generator ripped from his belt. Evans whispered: "I don't think you would've used this vinny, but just to make sure." Then he whispered some more "You wouldn't have used it, would you, stud?" His tongue moved in and out of Vin's ear. "PLEASE. STOP THAT. PLEASE. YOU'VE GOT ME." He heard Evans laugh. "Yeah. I've got you and you've got a hard on vinny. Should we celebrate here, or shall we wait until we get back." Vin got one scream for HELP before Evans first hand gagged him and then tied a gag over his mouth. "GOOD. The longer I wait, the more sweet taking your ass is gonna be." He reached around and squeezed Vin's crotch. "You planning to give me any trouble, vinny?" Vin took a deep breath and shook his head no. "Then let's get to the van. I'll take the gag off when we get there. It's not a long drive, and a chat will do us good. I can start explaining the rules." Just before he marched Vin out of the apartment, he whispered "I GOT ya vinny. "
Evans laid Vin on the backseat of the van. He tied Vin's ankles together and took out the gag. He grinned as he ran his finger over Vin's lips. "So soft, and so sweet. So fuckable too." Vin couldn't see where they were going as Evans drove. He pushed against his ropes occasionally, and made no progress.
"You know what surprises me, vinny? That you actually believed you had outsmarted Otto and I. Ned, I can understand: he'll try to force a square peg in a round hole, but you? You're the smart one."
"You DIDN'T outsmart me, Evans. I knew it was a trap from the start. It was too fucking easy." Now he pushed against the ropes harder, and Evans cooed as he heard the grunts. "I knew there was no way of getting away from you, but this was the first chance we had. We had to take it."
"And then... you got lulled into a sense of security. And if you did, vinny, it's gonna be even easier to recapture Ned." He paused. "WAIT A MINUTE." Then he began to laugh like a hyena. "You WANTED to be recaptured, vinny. You were just waiting."
"Yeah, you go on believing that Evans. Believe anything you want. If I wanted this, why am I tied up?"
"Because I LIKE having you tied up, vinny. But let's change the subject. You have any sex since you got away? How was it?" Evans couldn't see Vin blush but he could tell from the way Vin answered, he had hit a sore spot.
"None of your fucking business, Evans!" Evans laughed some more. "Just like I thought. None. With the exception of my big strong torpedo, you haven't had any cock yet, have you, stud?" Vin was quiet. "Now, vinny, you're gonna have to learn to answer me again, because while I'll let this one slide, next time I don't get a clear answer, I'm adding fifteen minutes of tickling to anything I do to you. So, let me try again. How's your sex life been?" Vin gulped. "I haven't had any."
"Well, we're gonna change that, starting tonight, vinny. See, I plan to give you an exclusive on pleasing me for a week. Then I'll go get Ned."
"You seem pretty confident, Evans."
"Oh, I am. Remember, vinny, you are a delightful benefit of my hunt for Ned. I know that man better than anyone else. Maybe even better than himself. I'll have him. "There was a brief pause. "You been keeping yourself smooth, vinny? Shaving everywhere?" Again, Vin gulped. "No. I haven't shaved since."
"AH. Task number one when we get to the new compound. Incidentally, Otto misses you, vinny. He's helped me to design several new variations on toys that are just for you." "I can't wait," Vin muttered, and he felt his cock get hard. Then he felt a bead of pre-cum at his cock head. "This can't be happening," he thought. "It just can't."
"Otto, come and see who I found," Evans called out as he walked into the new complex. When he stopped the car, Vin knew why his ankles had been tied: Evans hoisted him up over his shoulder, slapped a hand on his ass, and carried Vin into the residence.
"Master Evans! You're back sooner than I thought. And I see it was a successful trip. Welcome home, Mr. Fassio." Evans laughed at Vin's silence. "I'm giving vinny the night off from punishments, Otto, because we have a few things to get taken care of. For example, can you believe that vinny hasn't shaved since he left us? I'm going to have to take care of that right now. So, since this man gets as hairy as a wild animal, would you get the heavy-duty equipment ready, Otto. I'll take care of the immobilization." Evans carried Vin into a side room where Vin saw a St. Andrew's cross: a new one, painted a darker color than the old one. "You know, vinny, I was going to make you strip before I did this, but I think I'm going to do this differently." He took out a pocket knife and cut the ropes restraining Vin. "Now get in position against the cross. You remember that." Vin sighed. "Yeah, I do." He felt the shackles at his wrist and at his ankles. He assumed Vin was going to shave his pubes too, and he'd see the hard on and the fluids around his crotch.
"How about a kiss, lover boy?" Evans moved in and pressed his lips against Vin's. "MMMM. Missed this. Missed this tons." Evans didn't have to force Vin's mouth open, as Vin realized he missed it too. Evans Frenched him deeply and when he was done, they were both moaning.
"GOD I can't fucking wait to get you back in bed, sweet cakes. But first things first." As he was unbuttoning Vin's shirt, Otto wheeled a cart in with the shaving tools. "My, my, my. You DO need a shave, vinny. A good thorough one." Evans pushed one of Vin's arms up to check his pits. He stuck his nose into it. "DAMN, you don't sweat vinny. Ned would stink like an ox by now. And let's see the treasure chest." Evans slowly pulled the belt off Vin's pants. Vin wore them tight enough so that they didn't fall to the ground. Evans opened the clip and Vin squirmed as much as he could. "Please, not ... no," and then it was too late. Evans didn't really care about damaging what Vin was wearing: he had taken the whole wardrobe to the new complex, and in any event, Vin would be naked for a few days. Vin blushed when Evans took the hard-on in his hand. "You ARE glad to see me, sexy. And you have been for some time." Evans had Vin's pre-cum in his palm. He held Vin's chin with one hand, forcing him to watch as he licked it. "MMM. Tastes like the vinny I know. Taste it." He shoved his hand into Vin's face. "We're in the penalty phase now, vinny. Don't do what you're told and I WILL add punishment." He pressed his thumbs to Vin's ribs, and Vin complied, licking Evans' hand.
"AH, that tongue. That almost virgin tongue. Not tonight, but soon. For now..." Otto had left plenty of warm, wet rags and Evans soaked Vin's chest, before he hit it with a glob of crème. "You remember not to move too much, don't you vinny?" Then it slipped out. "Yes, sir." Evans noticed, but he said nothing. He didn't say anything when Vin's hips began to buck as he methodically took his chest hair. He adjusted something on the cross, and Vin's armpits were exposed. "Now let's take care of this next." The straight edge pressed against Vin's pits, and he could hear the scraping. By now, Evans had pressed his knee into Vin's crotch and Vin was moaning because as Evans shaved with one hand, his other one ran over Vin's nipples. He'd whisper occasionally "I missed you, handsome," and Vin felt like he was melting.
Then it was pubes time. "Know what's happening when this is over, vinny? You're gonna put on a cage. Yeah, I think at least at the start, we gotta keep you from pleasuring yourself, even indirectly. But don't worry, vinny. Remember your training dildos? I still have them. Wonder what size we should start with. OH, let's make this more fun." Evans reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of nipple clamps. "Don't leave home without them, as they say." "OUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCH. FUCK." Evans laughed. "Now THAT'S something you'll have to get used to again, vinny boy. " Vin whimpered as Evans pulled the chain on the clamps and shaved his pubes. He couldn't help his cock from getting harder and thicker. Evans was experiencing the same thing. He couldn't wait to get inside this boy's ass.
Soon, he was done. "A fine job, if I say so myself, vinny. So, how do we celebrate getting back together?" Resignedly, Vin answered "By you fucking me." Evans smiled. "That's right. And you're looking forward to that, aren't you?" Vin moaned and whispered "Yes, Sir."
"Vinny, I hope that I'm not wrong, but it's sounding like you're going to take ALL THE FUN of getting you to submit away from me. Sounds like you want to submit already. Am I right?" A big sigh came out of Vin, and Evans felt Vin's cock get hard as a rock in his hand. A meek voice whispered "Yes, Sir. I want to submit."
"My, my vinny. It seems that absence DID make the hard grow fonder: and the cock harder." Evans ran a finger up and down the midline of Vin's torso, and Vin shuddered. He hadn't thought about submission but had fantasized about taking Evans' cock for so long.
Evans had wandered off to another section of the room, and came back with a cock cage and a small metal collar -- no lock, but a linked chain collar. "Lower your neck, vinny. " "Yes, Sir," was the response, and then Vin realized what he was doing. He hesitated and then did what he was told. The metal was cold against his skin, but it was, well, stimulating. He felt Evans loosening the bonds on the X cross. He handed Vin the cage. "Lock yourself up. Then give me the key."
"Yes, Sir" Vin answered. As he put the device on his penis, he got harder and he couldn't get it on. Evans reached down and squeezed Vin's balls until he screamed. As his erection went down, Evans repeated his order. "LOCK IT. I'll decide when it comes off, vinny boy." A meek "yes sir" came out of Vin's mouth. When he was locked, he felt Evans' hand on the back of his neck. "Let's go, vinny boy. I'm gonna take you the way a Master takes his slave: from behind. You on all fours." Vin gulped. This is the position that he liked the least, and he figured that Evans had remembered that. And when he felt the paddle smack his ass, he figured that Evans remembered how spanking got him turned on. His cock grew in the cage until it couldn't grow anymore. As he moaned, he heard Evans chuckle. "The sounds you make, vinny. I think it makes me even HARDER than I thought possible." Inadvertently, Vin turned his head and he felt a harder smack from Evans' paddle, and a pull on his collar.
"KEEP YOUR EYES IN FRONT OF YOU, SUB BOY! YOU DON'T NEED TO SEE; YOU JUST NEED TO FEEL."
"YES SIR. SORRY SIR," Vin answered. Then he felt Evans' cockhead up against his ass. He hadn't felt something like this in a while, and he was very, very tight. Evans chuckled, and Vin felt one, then two fingers enter him instead. He sucked in breath and tried to relax. He felt Evans' fingers moving back and forth and he heard him whisper "we're gonna find your spot again vinny. Just not tonight. Tonight: I'm gonna open you back up." Vin heard the sucking noise as Evans' fingers came out of him. He couldn't rest, though, because Evans' tongue followed. Again, Vin recalled the sensation of this, but this time, he wasn't getting harder: he was as hard as the cage would allow him to get. All he could do was moan. Evans stopped "You sound like a bitch in heat vinny boy. Let's satisfy that itch.
"OH FUCK! Vin yelled as he felt Evans go deep inside of him. Evans kept his cock still, and in a firm, cold voice, asked "What are you, vinny?" As he waited for an answer, he flexed his glutes. Vin moaned more. "I'm your sub, Sir. AGGGGGGH" he screamed as Evans pushed further inside of him.
"You're more than that, vinny. You're my BITCH. SAY IT BITCH BOY, " Vin answered "I'm your BITCH, Sir." Evans pushed in further. "That's right. When we're done, you'll be my BITCH and Ned is going to be my MAN CUNT." Vin felt Evans begin to slide back and forth, faster, and faster. He experienced the pain that he had "the first time" and then he began to like it. "I missed this," he thought to himself, and then he felt the gush of Evans' cum flowing into him. Vin had watched enough porn during his "escape," and moaned "Thank you, Sir." Evans lay on top of him. "When I'm ready, you're gonna help me get Ned back here, vinny boy. Because that's what subs do: what their DOMS tell them."
"Yes, Sir. I understand."
"Things will be different this time, vinny. You'll be staying here, since you're my property now, but you won't be locked up in the complex. Tomorrow, we'll go out. You need to start learning how to live, publicly, as a man's sub boy. "
"Yes, Sir," Vin answered, having no idea what he'd be expected to do.
"It will all be clear. But tomorrow morning, heh heh. Tomorrow, we will send a message to Ned. Let's see how long it takes to come back where he belongs."