Evans couldn't help himself: he sat back in his chair and smiled. He gloated: he had ned, and he had him right where he wanted him: trapped, outsmarted and, while he had gotten ned's submission, he knew that he couldn't rely on that. This pleased him as well: Evans was a hunter, and a predator. So was ned, but now, ned was prey, and Evans was a predator who enjoyed toying with his prey. It would go on, and he would enjoy every second of it until he was completely convinced that ned was as completely submissive as vinny was.
Vinny. Evans smiled again. He was an unexpected bonus. Cute in a dorky, nerdy kind of way, so desperate for any kind of sex life, breaking him wasn't much of a challenge at all. To the extent vinny had shown any resistance, it was when he was with ned before the recapture. Evans thought it was a stroke of brilliance on his part, to go after vinny FIRST. And vinny was a SUPERB sub: he did whatever Evans told him to do, and seemed to enjoy any kind of attention Evans gave him, whether it was licking his ears, fucking his ass, shaving him, whatever. Evans had something in mind that was going to test that acquiescence. He couldn't wait, because he knew that ned would try to convince vinny to resist, to fight. And it would backfire.
Evans had complicated things deliciously, he thought, by declaring vinny alpha to ned. He would never forget the look on ned's face when he announced that. Or, for that matter, the look on vinny's face: the man had spent his whole life being dominated by guys like ned and now... as he sat there, he knew that vinny's latent alpha male was coming out. He had to get to the "playroom" and observe.
For his latest "game," Evans had ned strip to his shorts. Then, he sat ned in a chair, tied his wrists behind him, and bound his legs to the chair at two points. All of that was standard, but then... He took a single clamp and placed it on ned's left nipple. For the right nipple -- the one that had been pierced and had the bar through it -- he attached a very weak magnet on a very tight chain. Ned had to push his chest out, and his nipples out even further to keep the magnet attached to his tit bar. If he didn't, the magnet would fall off, and...that's where vinny came in. Evans had demonstrated what would happen first: he took a paddle, and when the magnet dropped, he stroked it over ned's crotch, before he brought it down, hard, on his balls. Every time that ned broke the magnetic lead, he would add another smack to his balls. When he left -- leaving vinny to continue the domination- they were up to six smacks per drop. He had turned the intercom on in his office, and he had heard that it was now up to eight. He had a feeling vinny was not being as assiduous as he might have been, and that was his excuse for... vinny's next stage.
"Why the hell are you going along with him, Vin?" Ned asked, after he had received seven smacks from the alpha slave. Vinny had just looked at him. "You think fighting him is going to do anything ned? He captured YOU. Three times. What chance do I have?" Ned saw vinny smile. "Besides, I like it. I never thought of myself as submissive, or gay, but it feels, right. NOW GET YOUR NIPS OUT, BIG BOY. I'll let you slide on that one, but next time."
"Oh, FUCK YOU vinny." Vinny laughed. "That's Master Evans job. And he does it very well. Don't you agree... BETA?" That's when he brought down the paddle for the eight swats.
"OW. FUCK. OK VINNY OK. I get it, I get it. Please just... STOP." Evans entered the room.
"If you stop in the middle, vinny, you'll need to take the rest of his beating."
"I understand, Sir. I wasn't going to stop." Vinny brought down the paddle harder, and ned grimaced before he screamed. Evans folded his arms and stared at his prisoner. "You look so fucking hot there, ned. So do you, vinny. I just wonder what your former employer would say if he saw this. HAH, HAH, HAH." He put his hand on vinny's shoulder. "You can take a break now, vinny. I think we'll finish with this beating for now but stay here."
"Yes Sir," vinny answered. Evans put his hand on ned's sore crotch and squeezed. Ned could do nothing more than scream. "That's all this is good for anymore, ned. You'll not be using it. I'LL be using it. And vinny will be using it. Just like... your sweet ass hole. Know you're getting FUCKED later tonight, hemmings?"
"I figured, SIR" ned spat out.
"Yeah, you figured right. But that'll happen after we come back. You and I are going on a date tonight sweetie. And you'll start getting ready after you watch vinny start his new project." Vinny knew nothing about a new project but simply said "Yes, Sir." Evans rubbed his hands together, just like an old-school villain.
"It's the start of a new month, vinny. Thirty days. Thirty dirty days. You are going to blow me every single day for the month. You'll have ten minutes to bring me off and swallow. And if you don't..." Evans almost drooled. "What you just did to ned is going to be nothing compared to what I'll be doing to you." Vinny gulped and whispered, "and I'll deserve it Sir."
"You sure will. And YOU ned, you'd better watch, because he'll be doing it in front of me, and after vinny finishes HIS month, yours begins. Or, rather, your six weeks begins." Ned tugged at his wrist ropes, which didn't move. The only answer he could give was "Yes Sir." Then Evans turned to vinny.
"Well, what are you waiting for, bitch? Get on your knees. Get to work."
"Yes, Sir. Sorry I made you wait, Sir." Evans looked at ned one more time. "You turn your head away and let me assure you, you'll regret it." From his kneeling position, vinny carefully opened Evans slacks. He had picked up a great deal of experience doing this in the time between his recapture and ned's. He looked at Evans, who smiled as he opened his belt and his pants dropped. "All of it. The balls too."
"mmmmph, sir" vinny answered with a mouthful of cock. He was sliding his tongue down, caressing Evans' dick. Evans let out a long sigh of satisfaction. As vinny went down on him, he thought that letting vinny grow back his moustache while keeping the rest of his body shaved, was one of his most brilliant ideas. It made vinny feel more "manly," which he needed if he was going to dominate ned, since ned had that silver beard that drove Evans crazy. Vinny had also deduced that Evans liked the feel of that moustache when it brushed against his balls. It did so now, as Evans pushed the back of vinny's head forward, gagging him, as his whole cock went down vinny's throat. "mmmmmmmmmm" came out of vinny's mouth, together with slurping sounds. Much as he wanted to be disgusted, ned found himself getting aroused by this. He tried to figure out: did he want to be the one getting sucked, or the one doing the sucking? He was stunned when he couldn't come up with an answer: Evans had screwed with his head so much, denied him pleasure in his usual ways, and gave him pleasure in so many new ways, he was more than a little confused. He figured he would try to play along with this until he could figure out how to get himself free. Vinny didn't figure in his thinking because clearly, vinny was happy here. Ned saw vinny's eyes pop open wider as Evans gave a thrust -- the type of thrust ned was accustomed to now and shot his load down vinny's throat. He watched 8 or 9 spasms go through Evans' body, before he took a deep breath. When he pulled out of vinny's mouth, vinny asked "Clean it up, Sir?" There was an evil smile on Evans' face.
"No. Ned is going to do that. He's going to lick this cock like it's a popsicle. Then he's going to let you French him long and deep so as much as my cum gets in his mouth as possible." He moved over to ned and thrust his semi-flaccid cock in his face.
"Get to work, beta." Ned hesitated and then said "Yes, Sir, and began licking Evans' cum from his cock. When Evans was satisfied, he signaled to vinny. "Get over here, boy. Give your buddy a kiss. A nice, long one. One that makes me begin to get hard again. Don't forget to push your knee into beta's crotch." There wasn't much room for expansion in ned's cock cage, and it was all gone by the time vinny had finished kissing him. He could see Evans watching them, and knew he had to be good.
"That's enough, vinny." He handed vinny a small knife. "Cut him free. Bring ned up to the dressing room. He has to start getting ready for our date tonight." He smiled very broadly. "I hope you'll put out later tonight, ned. You know how much I like sex with you."
"Yes, Sir" ned answered despondently. Vinny looked disappointed, too. It meant that the only cock he would get tonight was the cock he just got during the blow job.
"Let's go, ned. You know the punishment for being late."
"Another fucking gay bar where he parades me around like a new toy?" ned asked when he and vinny were alone. Vinny looked down and shook his head. "Nope. Not this one. Mainstream, ned. You're going to a mainstream restaurant, probably doing something else, maybe go to some upscale bar for a nightcap. No, nothing gay -- well, maybe a little -- but there'll be lots of straight people around." Ned was looking at the clothes laid out on the bed: a white shirt, a vest, dark jeans, and a pair of black boots on the side. He saw the two Velcro crosses.
"I'll put them on you before you get on the shirt, ned." Vinny said tonelessly.
"I think I can manage myself, thank you" ned answered.
"It's not your choice, ned. You'll do what I say. Remember your role." Ned was about to laugh until he saw that vinny was dead serious. "Ok, vin. Let me get myself cleaned up and then."
"My name is vinny, ned. That's the name Sir Evans uses. Please use it as well."
"DAMN IT HAVE YOU BOUGHT INTO THIS SO COMPLETELY VIN? VINNY?" Vin laughed. "At the end of tonight, you wait. You'll find out you've bought into it too. You just need to admit it to yourself. Now get that shower done. I have work to do while you're gone." He smiled. "But tonight is probably the last night I'll have shoeshining duty. That's a job I'm transferring to you. If Sir Evans approves."
When he had showered and toweled off, vinny applied the crosses to ned's nipples. He winced: they were still sensitive from the torture that afternoon. He was glad, probably for the first time, that Evans had shaved his chest smooth. There was no hair for the stuff to adhere to and pull.
"Sir Evans knows your ears are more sensitive, ned. He just hasn't figured out a way to work them effectively yet. But he will." He grinned. "He figures out how to stimulate EVERY sensitive area on your body. Even some you don't know about."
Ned looked at him: "Did you go on one of these dinners already, vinny?"
"Three of them. It was after the first one that I realized my submission was real and true. So did Sir Evans. That night was the best sex I've ever had. EVER. I'd better tell you: even though I drained him tonight, Sir Evans is getting hornier and hornier, and these dinners out around straight people get him really, REALLY horny."
Ned pulled on the shirt, knowing it would be tight and it was. He winced because the fabric immobilized the Velcro crosses so that he couldn't really adjust to avoid the sensation. The vest made it worse: tight, almost like a girdle. "Fuck me. He's fucking me already" ned thought. He checked himself in the mirror and thought, as he opened another shirt button "I don't blame him for fucking me. I look HOT. Much hotter than vinny."
"You DO look quite dapper, nedster," Evans was at the door. Ned had never seen him dressed as well as he was: a blazer, flannel slacks, the expensive looking shirt, and the necktie. "And how sweet that you remembered! If you had any chest hair, it'd be puffing out. I should have remembered a choker collar for you. It would complete the look. "DAMN!" ned thought to himself. He had forgotten about the shaving and now he knew Evans wouldn't let him close the button. Anyone who looked would see he was smooth. As they walked out, Evans embarrassed him by saying "you have SUCH a fine ass, ned. And it's mine."
Otto was driving them to the restaurant. He was quiet up front. Whether he heard Evans when he leaned over and whispered to ned "I am going to FUCK you harder than I have ever fucked you when we get home. That's one thing you need to know. The second thing you need to know, ned, is that tonight, you're going to learn something about yourself, and it's going to surprise you."
"What am I gonna learn, SIR? That I have sensitive body parts I don't know about?" Evans laughed. "Well, you may, but that's not what I was thinking of. You'll see. It'll be fun. Discovery is always fun." He ran a hand over ned's thigh. If you listened closely, you could almost hear the discomfort in ned's locked cock, or the scraping of Velcro against his chest.
They were eating at a stylish, expensive restaurant. Evans did not seem to know anyone there, unlike the few other places they had been to before the escape and recapture, and unlike the other times, Evans sat opposite ned rather than next to him: ned could get up unimpeded if he wanted to. When the waiter brought menus, Evans didn't wave away ned's. Ned was completely confused.
"I have to use the men's room. You'll excuse me ned, won't you?" Evans stood up and squeezed ned's shoulder as he walked away. Ned was at the table by himself, in a restaurant filled with people. He looked around: everyone was having a good time. He saw one woman, then a second one, look at him and smile. A man at another table held up his drink as if to toast ned. Ned tried to remember when Evans had ever left him alone in public. He couldn't remember that happening: Evans always treated him as if he were his property and guarded him carefully. Ned couldn't figure out what was going on.
"Would you like a drink before dinner, ned? It may relax you?" Evans' comment only stressed ned more, but he ordered a scotch. Evans drank a complicated cocktail that ned had never heard of. "I apologize for the way your pecs are being treated, stud. In a place like this, I really can't lean over and nibble on your ears: that happens later."
And ned didn't quite understand the bolt of lightning that went through his loins when Evans said that. He couldn't understand a lot of things. Evans had been away from the table for at least five minutes. He could have done...something. He didn't. They placed their dinner orders with the waiter, and then ned decided to try something.
"Sir, would you mind if I used the men's room?" Evans laughed. "Not at all. I'd rather you used it than, well, let's not get scatological." "Thank you, Sir. I'll be right back." "Take your time, stud. They'll hold plates. This is a classy joint."
Ned ran water over his face in the men's room. What was going on? He thought for a minute: "I'm being seduced," he thought. "And it's working."
"Well, I don't know who's doing the seducing, ned, but they're certainly lucky." Ned reddened. He didn't see the other guy in the room and: how did he know his name?
"MARTIN? GEEZ, how long has it been?" They shook hands, and embraced, with ned trying to hide the pain from the pressure of Martin's grip. Martin noticed. "You okay? "Ned laughed. "I had a really tough chest workout today. Still sore. Martin, what are you doing these days?" They engaged in some small talk. Ned told Martin, who had been a school buddy, that he had started working for a private company and he was there with his boss having dinner. Martin asked if ned were still in the intelligence business. Ned didn't answer and Martin smiled. "Well, if you change your mind," he handed ned a business card. "Just call me. It's really good seeing you."
Ned tried not to look shaken when he got back to the table. On the short walk back, he realized: he could have told Martin what was happening, and maybe... He didn't.
He and Evans made some small talk during dinner, which ned enjoyed very much. "They do a good job here, don't they, ned?"
"Yes Sir. I haven't eaten this well in a while." Evans had taken off his jacket and was sitting back, his arms stretched out behind him. "You can order dessert if you'd like, ned, but I know what I'm having and I'll have it at home: a nice, firm melon. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA." Ned blushed. "You already told me what you were going to do to me, Sir."
"I did. And you know what, ned? You're going to enjoy it and wish I'd done it sooner." Ned felt his mouth go dry. Evans was silent, sitting back in his seat, smiling. When ned didn't speak, Evans began.
"Think about this for a minute, Hemmings. We went out in public. Lots of people around. You weren't restrained in any way, other than by clothes that reminded you who's in control. I left the table, and there were lots of people around. You went into the men's room, again without me being there." He paused. It was ned who spoke. "And I never asked for help, or tried to escape, or anything. I came back...here."
"Know why that is, ned? It's because of something to think about on the way back: I've overpowered you. I'm in control in more ways than you know it. YES, I could have done the easy thing and said that vinny suffers if you try anything, but I didn't have to. All of this happened as if vinny didn't exist." Then he went silent. Ned rolled the words around for a few minutes and then he almost whispered, in a resigned voice: "you've broken me. I surrendered but...you broke me more than I knew."
"Even more than you know now, ned. "Evans sighed. "We'll leave now. I made you a promise and I'm gonna keep it." As they stood up, ned put his hands behind his back. "I didn't tell you to do that, stud," Evans spoke to ned. Ned's response was "You don't have to, Sir. " Evans said nothing, but he was thinking "THIS is gonna be good." "So this is what vinny was talking about," ned thought. He felt both liberated and defeated. He remembered Evans' promise. It was just a few minutes away.
Back in the bedroom, Evans pushed ned against the wall. He pinned his wrists there. "You're gonna let me kiss you now, ned. No fighting, no struggling. Open your mouth."
"Yes Sir," was the reply, and then ned heard the moans of pleasure as Evans started probing, shoving his tongue down further than he ever had. Ned offered no resistance and, when Evans pushed his knee up against his caged crotch, the pain of banging against the cage made him moan.
"Get on your knees up on the bed. And spread your legs" Evans commanded. "Yes Sir," was ned's response. "DO NOT LOOK BACK," Evans ordered. Ned heard a snip and then he felt Evans' grip on the cloth of his jeans. He heard the huge tear, and then he felt Evans' dick run up against his crack. Evans whispered, "who's ass is this?" Ned answered, "yours, Sir." "I want a taste. I want a BIG taste. I want to taste the juice of a broken hunk." Ned felt Evans push his cheeks apart, and then he felt the tongue that had just taken his mouth begin probing his ass. Again, Evans was going deeper than he ever had, and ned moaned so loud that vinny, trying to get to sleep in the next room while also thinking about what Evans COULD have been doing to him, wished his own cage were off and he could bust.
"OH GOD SIR THAT FEELS SO GOOD," ned couldn't believe the waves of pleasure. "It's just gonna get better, handsome." Ned heard Evans whip off his necktie. He felt it loop around his throat, but loosely.
"You're not getting away from this, fucktoi," Evans chuckled and ned felt the tip of his cock at his ass. It felt steelier, more rigid. And Evans slid in much more slowly than he usually did. He tugged at the "noose" around ned's neck. When he did, his cock went in even further. Ned grimaced. Evans had never penetrated him this far. Evans began tightening his glutes, and finally, ned winced. "OH, you like that, bitch, don't you. GOOD. Gonna get more of that." He pulled back and repeated what he had just done. When he got close enough to ned's body, he leaned in and whispered "These are so much fun to play with. GRRRRRRRRRRR" He chewed on ned's ear before that wicked tongue began licking the outside, and then flicking in ned's ear. "Told you I'd get them, nedster. And I'm far from done." Evans pulled out "Roll over on your back, bitch. I wanna see your face. And I want you to see mine. "Yes Sir," was ned's answer, and he got on his back. Evans pulled off his boots and examined them. "Need a good cleaning tomorrow. Vinny'll make sure you do it right. Now." He grabbed the ripped jeans and tore them from ned's legs. He opened the vest, then ned's shirt. He played with the bar, turning it, twisting it, while his other hand rolled ned's balls. Ned couldn't even make a coherent sound: the sensations were overpowering. He braced himself when Evans bent his knees. "OH FUCK" he moaned, and Evans whispered "BINGO." Evans moved faster this time: he was close to breeding this newly minted sub, and he started a regular rhythm of pumping ned, back and forth. He was thinking that training vinny to find ned's prostate with a toy was going to be superbly hot. And then he thought of his blow job, coming the next day. It put him over the edge, and ned felt the jizz filling him. "I'm his bitch," was his first thought, and then "one of his bitches." A thought ran through his head "How do I become his one and only?"
Evans arched his body over ned. "NOW, you TRULY submit, don't you ned?" He hesitated for a minute, and then his answer came out softly, but clearly:
"Yes Sir."