It's been just about a year since Ned and Vinny escaped from Evans. It had happened very suddenly. Evans had recruited Jeremy to join him in dominating his two new subs. When Evans began to trust Jeremy to be alone with them, he asked if he could take them out, leashed, to one of the clubs. Evans looked doubtful, but he knew that vinny had been broken completely, and ned was close to it. "Alright. But if either of them shows any signs of breaking for it, call. " He grinned at ned. "He's the one I'm most worried about, but if he tries to get away, I'm sure my boy vinny will help you bring him under control. Right vinny?" He rubbed one of vinny's earlobes between his fingers. It was hard for vinny to decide if he liked that, the feeling of Evans' tongue in his ear, or his scruff on his neck the most, but when Evans did any of those to him, he was ready to take dick immediately.
"Yes, Sir. Absolutely. There'll be no problems." Evans smiled. "Good! Then the three of you have a good time. Jeremy, make sure ned shows off his chest. Especially the tit ring. Keeps him nice and humble."
They didn't go to the bar Jeremy told them they were heading to. Rather, he just kept on driving. "I work inside, guys. Took about six months to get Evans to accept me. We knew where you were. Vince's low-level signal got through. We just had to wait for the opportunity and now... we have it." He stepped on the gas and kept his foot on it. "What if he finds out? What happens to us then?" Jeremy smiled. "Hear the choppers? They've had a bead on the car all the time. They're heading to Evan's lair. By the time we're back, it's going to be dust and rubble. " They heard the screech of something falling through the air, and then the explosion when it hit. "What happens to Otto?" Vince asked. Jeremy shrugged his shoulders. "My objective was to get the two of you out of there. That's done. What happens beyond that is not in my pay grade." They continued to hear the missiles, or bombs, falling. They moved fast for about an hour, before they pulled up to a fighter jet. "Let's get in boys. The car goes next. No evidence." Ned and Vince climbed in and when they got to a safe altitude, they heard another missile released. The vibrations from the explosion destroying the car rocked the plane a bit, but they kept on going. Jeremy turned to them. "You're going home, boys. You've been through a lot. "
It was not made public, but there was an agency scan of the demolished headquarters. Otto's DNA was in the agency's database, and they identified bones that shared it. They found bones from another body, but the DNA did not match to anything. That wasn't surprising: Evans had been brilliant at avoiding detection, so they had no record of him. When interviewed they were both asked if there had been anyone else being held captive, or any other people who lived on site. Neither of Vince nor Ned could think of anyone. According to the agency, the case was closed. Ned and Vince underwent test after test to make sure they were adapting to society after their captivity. Both seemed to be doing fine, except Vince could not seem to get over either his desire for men, or his desire to be submissive. He tried, but there were many nights when he woke up out of a dream where he was tied down, gagged, and felt his legs being pulled up as Evans whispered "vinny: I'm gonna FUCK you." He always had an explosive orgasm after that.
The two of them worked at the same complex, but in different departments, so they didn't see each other often. One day, though, Vince heard a knock at his office. He looked up from schematics and he saw Ned.
"Well, hello stranger. It's been a while." It had been: the recommendation from the psychologists had been that they not spend time with each other. Evans had pitted them against each other so often, they feared that things would not go well if they were together.
"I know. You got a few minutes, Vince?" Vince looked at Ned's face. "Something's wrong," he said, and Ned lowered his voice. "Maybe."
"Something about Evans?" Vince asked, and Ned shook his head. He took a seat. "They never found any conclusive evidence that he died in the raid, did they?" Vince raised an eyebrow. "No. And I read the reports over and over again. I didn't agree with the conclusions, but they wanted to have the matter closed." Ned shook his head. "Well, I'm now convinced that Evans DIDN'T die in that raid." Vince sat back. He wasn't sure how he felt. "Why do you think that, Ned?" Ned took a deep breath. "Well, it was about a week ago. I left my house to come to work. I parked, and when I got out, I saw someone on the other side of the street, reading a newspaper. He looked up from the paper at me, smiled, and licked his lips." Vince furrowed his brow. "Well, that's not a lot to go on, Ned. Evans didn't look that much different from a lot of guys." Ned shook his head. "I know. But then, something happened. I was getting dressed one morning, and my shirt was, well, tight. The way our clothes were when we were prisoners. I tried on another one, same thing. And then I pulled out a third, but before I put it on, I saw that the inside label had been changed. It wasn't my brand. And then, finally, this:" He handed Vince a note that read "I'm watching you, ned. " Vince gulped. He hoped that he didn't have to stand up, because his dick had just gotten hard. "So you think he's come back for you?" Ned shook his head. "Yeah, I do. And if he's coming back for me, he's probably coming back for you too." A shiver went through Vince's body. He realized he had been feeling a little jealous of Ned, because he hadn't had any encounters to suggest Evans was looking for him. "And we can't ask the agency for help because, in their minds, Evans is dead." Vince was thinking: "what do you think we should do?" "I'm not sure. I think we need to be around people: I don't think he'd do anything if there were a risk he could get caught. And we need to be careful. Be ready to take him out if the chance presents itself."
"I haven't had any experience like yours, Ned, but I see your point. " Ned shook his head. "Remember: he took me before he took you, so he may be doing the same thing. Just be careful." Ned stood to get up. "I'm not sure if we have a chance against him, but we have to try. Maybe, just maybe, someone will believe us and provide some help." Vince thought for a minute. "Remember when I was working on that protection belt? Right about when he captured me?" Ned looked up. "YEAH. You weren't finished with it. Did you finish it?" Vince smiled. "I'm close. " "When you make the one, can you make a second one? I remember that he had to inactivate your belt to get you. "
"Yeah, you're right. And this time, I've improved the protection on that switch. " Vince's mind was overloaded. "I'll let you know when it's ready. It won't be long." Ned responded. "Vince don't call. You know what he's capable of, and I'm sure the phones are bugged. " "You're right. We'll have to try to meet up. Either like this, or some other way. " "I'll come by again in three days. Maybe it'll be ready."
"I'll fast track it. Late tonight, then tomorrow. I should have two finished in three days."
He DID make tremendous progress on it. So much so that, two days later, Vince tried one on. He felt the protective shield go up around him. He was still confused: Evans had awakened his sexuality, and now, the only man with whom he had ever had sex, was probably back.
Right after Vince had gotten home that night, locked the door and took off the belt, he felt a strong arm around his neck. He heard the familiar voice in his ear. "How's it going, vinny? You're still looking good."
"FUCK! Ned was right. You ARE back." As Vince struggled, he felt Evans easily get his arms pinned behind him. "LET GO OF ME. PLEASE. YOU DID ENOUGH!" Evans laughed. "Not nearly enough, vinny. MMMM, you were always a squirmy kinda guy. I like that, but not right now." Vince felt Evans press a cloth over his nose and mouth. He could smell the chloroform. He knew if he struggled, it would take effect sooner, but it would take effect whether he did or not. He slumped in Evan's arms, and heard him murmur "one down, one to go. "
Vince didn't recognize the location when he woke up, but he knew the position well: spread eagled, tied down at his wrists and ankles. He also felt a restraint around his neck. Everything was tight: he couldn't move. "FUCK!" he thought, and then he heard Evans come into the room. He saw him smiling as he pulled up a chair alongside Vince.
"How's vinny boy been doing?" His fingers slid inside Vince's shirt and began to play with Vince's body hair.
"I WAS doing fine, you fucking bastard." Evans laughed. "Half right. I have a mother, vinny, and a father. " He dropped his face to Vince's ear. When his tongue touched Vince's ear, he tried to pull away. That's when he realized what the neck restraint was for. His head was held in position.
"MMMM. You always tasted so good, vinny. A combination of fear, but eagerness. Wondering what I would do to you. Except you always knew: my cock was going inside of you. And it will again." Vince fought against the sensation of Evans' tongue as he struggled to get loose. "YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET AWAY WITH THIS EVANS! THIS TIME THEY'LL FIND YOU. LET ME THE HELL GO" Evans stood up. He ran a finger around Vince's lips. "You don't really want me to let you go, vinny, do you? You and I both know what you want. You want me to fill you up. To make you feel the way you did the first time around."
"FUCK NO. NOT AGAIN." Vince gritted his teeth. Evans saw and laughed. "That's ok, vinny. I'm not going into your mouth yet. I'm taking your ass. And just like last time, not until you ask me to."
"WELL, YOU'LL WAIT A LONG TIME. MAYBE UNTIL HELL FREEZES OVER."
"Or maybe until you remember just how many of your hot spots I know. MMM. Let's get to that neck." He began loosening Vince's tie. "You wore one of my favorite shirts too, vinny. I love the way you look in stripes." Vince didn't answer, and then he felt the stubble on Evans' chin rubbing against the side of his neck. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH", he moaned, and Evans whispered, "You like that vinny?" "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Vince answered, even as he felt his balls churn and his cock get harder. "How about these lobes of yours." He began rubbing Vince's ear, and Vince began to breathe hard.
"You want it, handsome? You want cock?" Vince didn't answer but he began to whine. "Please don't do this. PLEASE. " Evans whispered "I'm gonna do it. Sooner or later." He shoved his tongue into Vince's ear. "I'll take the restraints off your ankles and get your shoes, your slacks off. Then I'll get mine off, and that cock you loved so much will take control again."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Vince moaned again, as Evans' hand passed over his crotch and he said "You're getting a woody, vinny. "
"MY DICK HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN. IT'S WIRED TO MY EARS. YOU KNOW THAT EVANS."
"Yeah, I do. " He stopped licking Vince's ear. "I bet I'm the last person who kissed you." He pressed his lips to Vince's. "Open your mouth. You know you want it." The feel of the soft lips against his did the job. Vince opened his mouth and he felt Evans' tongue slip down his throat. When he was done, he took Vince's tie off, and opened his shirt. "All that glorious curly hair, vinny. MMM. Mind if I?" His teeth closed on one, then the other of Vince's nipples and chewed them for a while. "How about I move to the other side vinny? Give your other ear a chance." Vince closed his eyes and muttered "Fuck me. Fuck me with your cock." Evans laughed. "Well, that was MUCH easier than I thought it would be, although I didn't think it would be difficult at all." He moved to the base of the platform, pulled off vinny's shoes, and then loosened his belt. "Never got to try out your new protection device, eh, vinny?" Vinny gulped. "NO. I wouldn't be in this position if I did."
"But you didn't. And here you are. With a stiff dick and everything." Evans had vinny naked from the waist down. "Ever think you'd see this again, vinny? I'm sure you WISHED for it." Evans pants went down. Vinny had forgotten how thick and how big Evans' cock was. "You'll be nice and tight, vinny, like a reborn virgin. This'll be fun. I bet I still remember where your prostate is." He moved toward vinny's exposed ass and stopped. "You know, vinny, I always forget how hot it is when you moan. I think before I start, I'll gag you." He reached over to where there was a roll of black tape. "Please, don't do that" vinny begged. He still had his moustache and the heavy stubble he had the first time he was captured, and tape always pulled some of the hairs away, painfully. "If you're compliant, vinny, I'll use something else in the future. For tonight though, I want to enjoy this reunion as much as I can." The neck restraint kept vinny from squirming and he felt the tape seal his mouth. "Now I'm even harder" Evans went back. "You can watch if you want, studmuffin." Evans had seen vinny raise his head, then lower it in defeat.
The feel of Evans' cockhead at his hole brought back old memories for vinny, and also brought up sensations he had forgotten. After not being fucked for a year, he wasn't ready for it and he moaned a loud one. "THAT'S what I like to hear , vinny. Means that not only are you alive, but I haven't forgotten how to do what I do best." Evans slid in a bit, and vinny's moaning continued. "Try to breathe. Try to breathe, he was telling himself, but then. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMPH". Evans had landed on his prostate. And he stayed there. "I didn't forget, vinny. See? I want you to enjoy this." Evans contracted his glute muscles without pushing forward, and vinny felt his cock rub against that "spot," over and over. He was almost delirious. He felt Evans' hands moving over his torso, his fingers moving up to his nipples. "You always seemed to enjoy sex, vinny. You enjoying this?" Vinny grunted and shook his head no. "You're lying, vinny boy. Know what that means?" Evans pushed forward, hard, while he contracted his glutes. "OH SHIT" went through vinny's head. Now it was all for Evans' pleasure. He was completely inside vinny. "Was he that big before?" vinny asked himself. Evans seemed to be more inside of him than the first time. "Now, what if I pull back and thrust REALLY fast, vinny, ha ha ha. " He saw the fear in vinny's eyes. "So I'll ask you again: you enjoying this?" Vinny whimpered. He didn't want to answer but he was. Meekly, he shook his head yes. "GOOD BOY. That's what I KNEW the answer was. You just had to admit it. You get rewarded for that." He slid back and rested his cockhead on vinny's prostate as he worked on vinny's nipples. "So, here's what's gonna happen, vinny boy. I'm going to rebuild our little family. Poor Otto won't be here with us: he tried as best as he could to hold things together. BASTARDS!" Vinny thought he saw a tear form in one of Evans' eyes. "But I'm gonna get Ned back, and then, it'll be like the good times again. You'll both get trained, and I'll have my sub boys back. Like that idea, vinny?" He shook his head no, even though he expected more dick punishment. Instead, Evans just laughed. "Oh, you'll like it soon enough. Once I make you a dick whore again. LOOK AT YOU! You may be harder than I am." Vinny blushed. Evans hadn't said anything yet, and he was able to try to ignore what was happening, but it was true. Even though he had jerked off that morning, vinny was rock hard. He saw the smile on Evans' face as he pushed forward fast and hard. He felt Evans' fingers caress his cock head, and then, his whimper was high pitched and urgent, as semen began shooting out. Evans moved his hand down and grabbed his balls and squeezed them. Another loud moan came out of vinny, and he continued to gush, even though he was convinced he was finished. "You're so fucking hot, vinny. SO FUCKING HOT. So different from Ned, but so damn hot." Even though vinny had the tape on his mouth, he felt Evans press his lips. The forward movement pushed Evans far inside vinny, and that's where he exploded. He took a deep breath and let out an "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH" before he flooded vinny's ass with jizz. "OH GEEZ DID I MISS THAT!" Evans collapsed on top of his bound captive. "It's gonna be SO good this time, vinny. SO FUCKING GOOD." He pulled the tape away from vinny's mouth slowly to maximize the pain. "Just a reminder who's in charge, studmuffin. Let's not have any trouble from you." Evans moved his face toward vinny, who thought Evans was going to kiss him. Instead, he went for vinny's sensitized neck. He scraped against it as he whispered: "You never stopped being my bitch, vinny boy. Neither one of you did. Believe whatever you like."
That night, Evans took vinny to bed. Before he trundled him into the bed, though, he took vinny's wrists and cuffed them in front of him. "Do I need to cuff your ankles, vinny?" Vinny, naked, helpless, answered "where am I gonna go? I don't know where I am, my wrists are tied, you're stronger than me." "AH. But the one thing you forgot is how much I like seeing you tied. So, yeah, some leg irons will be fine. But wait...what if I want you tonight?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I guess I'll just have to flip you over and take you from behind. GRRRRRRRRR. Making me hard already. " Vinny didn't sleep well that night: he had Evans' arm wrapped around him, and he had made vinny curl his body so that his ass was pointed right into Evans' crotch. He felt the hard on all night and kept on wondering when he was going to have to take it again.
Not that night. The next morning, after Evans had gotten up, he announced that he had a plan. He was going to get Ned to surrender, and vinny was going to help him. "Let's get you cleaned up and then, ha ha, let's see how much your friend cares about you."
While vinny showered, Evans pulled out some clothes for vinny. "You filled out real nice, vinny. I didn't think those would fit you as well as they do. Nice and tight. Make you look like what you are: a man bitch. Now, let's get started. Get your hands behind your back." Vinny complied, and he felt a rope going around his wrists. The rope was very long, and soon, he was essentially in a rope harness from the waist up. Evans had tied a pattern so that vinny's pecs pushed forward, and his arms were secured at three points. Evans led him into a room that was clearly set up for media. There was a camera right in the center of the place. "You stand here, vinny." Evans positioned vinny in front of the camera. "Open big, or we'll use tape." Vinny felt a ball gag being pressed into his mouth. "GOOD! This will look great on camera." He stood behind vinny, put an arm around his neck, and the other one on vinny's torso. The camera was on, and he began to speak. "Nedster, it's been good seeing you lately. You're looking hot: I had never thought about you wearing those banker shirts with the white collars. I'll have to get some for when you're here. Yes, that's right: you'll be here before you know it. Because otherwise, vinny boy here is going to be my sole sex slave, and while I'm slowing down, I'm still a real hog: I like sex at least twice a day, maybe more. So, you see, Ned, I need two boys, and who better to fill the role than you? So, after you see this clip, I'm going to be in touch with you. Whether you turn yourself in, or whether I hunt you, is going to be completely up to you, but you're coming back to where you belong, stud. Just like my boy vinny." He nibbled on vinny's ear so that he'd groan into the video. When it was over, vinny knew: he had felt how hard Evans had gotten when he was filming and he whispered: "you'll get a breather, vinny. Get on your knees. I hope you haven't forgotten your skills." This time, vinny took Evans' cock in his mouth. He didn't dare try anything "funny," and he didn't want to. He closed his eyes and... he was liking it. REALLY liking it.
Back at his office, Ned saw a message had come in on a secure channel. He turned it on. "FUCK" he screamed. It was Evans' tape. "SHIT. I was right! He's back. He's got vinny." And then he thought "And he's after me." He gulped. And then his phone rang.
"Ned here," he answered, and heard Evans' voice. "And your DOM is here, hemmings. Wanna hear vinny moan some more?" He squeezed vinny's nipples and a moan slipped out.
"What do you want, Evans? Didn't you do enough to us?"
"Not nearly enough, hemmings. And right now, poor vinny is suffering for both of you. Although...from his erections, I'm not sure he's suffering all that much. And you know, Ned? He's a lot of fun, but he's not nearly as ticklish as you, and he doesn't struggle nearly as much. So, that's a way of saying I miss you."
"I'm fucking flattered," Ned spat back. "Well, you should be. So, let's make a decision: you want to be taken the easy way, or the rough way. You wanna surrender, or you wanna be captured?"
"I'm not giving up to you Evans. You can go to hell."
"Good answer, Ned. So the battle is on. OH, this will be sweet. Taking the winner's share is precisely what I live for. I'll see you soon. Pleasant dreams." The phone went dead. Ned's mouth was dry. But he also realized: his crotch was wet.