Ned was helpless. Evans had tied his wrists and ankles, and then tied them together, before he gagged him. Now, he lay on the backseat of Evans' care, as Evans drove, and gloated. "FINALLY. I've got the notoriously elusive Agent Ned Hemmings. "Ned squirmed, but squirming caused his shirt to brush against his chest which was still very sore from the "interrogation" he had received from Evans. "I've had three years to think about you, Hemmings." He chuckled. "Oh, Ned. If you had ANY idea of what I'm gonna do to you, you'd try harder to escape. You wouldn't, but you'd try. Ha ha. I've never known a single captive to fail to break under hot wax, and while you challenged me, you were no exception. " Ned's mouth was sealed tightly with duct tape, and Evans tied secure knots. When he had been turned over to Evans, his "inquisitor" as he called himself had been clear: he had been hired to capture Ned, and then to secure information about Scios from him. If he were successful, his payment was Ned himself. Evans had turned down cash payment: he wanted Hemmings. "That chamber," he laughed some more. "Very basic, but it got the job done. Ultimately you don't need much to do a proper job if you know what you're doing. Capturing you was more challenging, but ultimately, it's a matter of research and focus." He paused for a few minutes before he continued. "Ned, I am going to have so much fun breaking you. I broke you PROFESSIONALLY and now, I'm going to break you PERSONALLY." Ned had to admit that the planning which led to his capture was ingenious. Lying there, tied securely, he wasn't sure how he was going to outsmart Evans, who had clearly spent a great deal of time planning this. "I can't play the `should have' game" Ned thought to himself. "I have to think about getting away." As he pulled at his ropes one more time, Ned wasn't sure he'd come up with any bright ideas. Ned hadn't done any follow up on the brief glimpse of Evans or the note on the newspaper. He thought his mind was playing tricks on him, and the note was a prank: Evans taking him down the first time was a story well told at the Agency. So, he just went about his day-to-day business, most of which involved developing software for Scios to protect their intelligence, and their agents. Ned didn't know how many agents Scios had, but he was responsible for the security of 100 of them. Other Senior Agents were responsible for varying numbers of agents. He had estimated that there were probably twelve "handlers" including himself, and probably about 1000 agents worldwide. In addition to that part of his job, Ned spent part of his time detecting, and shutting down hackers. If Green's counter-agency had one weakness, it was their cyber unit. Ned and the other Agents would laugh at some of the crude, unsophisticated ways that "Verdant," (the name they had for Green's agency) would try to hack Scios' systems. One of his colleagues, a very smart woman named Viola, wouldn't join the laughing when they discussed the latest hack attempts. "I'm not buying that they're this unsophisticated guys. Call it women's intuition if you like, but this is part of an attempt to lull us into a false sense of security. One day, they're going to launch a full-on cyber-attack, and then we're going to be in trouble." Mannis was old school: he had come up in Scios before the age of computers, and there were rumors that he had taken some kind of potion to make him immortal, a rumor he neither confirmed nor denied. "Don't dismiss Viola's comments lightly, gentlemen," he had told the group at a meeting (as far as Ned knew, Viola was the only woman in the anti-hacking division). The way to avoid a hack, is to keep the information in our heads. If it's not recorded in writing or electronically, they can't get it without getting one of us." He turned very serious. "And I would remind all of you of your vow to die rather than to yield our secrets." That was, indeed, the truth. Scios was well aware of the "weakness of the flesh" as Mannis put it, and for that reason, each and every agent was trained in techniques for withstanding torture, and in escape. They had not encountered the expertise in interrogation that Evans had, however. He was known: the stories were that over time, he had never killed an agent, but he had extracted information from well over 50 of them. Of course, once an agent had been compromised, he or she was severed from whatever intelligence agency was their employer. Prior to the "excision" as it was called, agents were interviewed for information about their torture. A striking feature of these "exit interviews" was that while agents were quite voluble about what other interrogators had done to them, there was very little information on Evans' technique. It made him extremely mysterious. Evans had paid very close attention to Ned's reaction when he was standing across the street. He could see the look on Ned's face: something like a cross between a wild animal getting ready to defend itself, and a wild animal feeling trapped. He thought "I'm gonna LOVE this." He was also watching when Ned saw the note on his paper.
Watching and stroking himself, as he thought "I could go in right now and take him. GOD that would be satisfying." But no, he'd have to wait. Verdant was building the interrogation room to his specifications, and it wasn't ready yet. There would be time. And he began planning or better yet, plotting. When a young police officer went missing, there was always reason for concern, but no one went on high alert. The level of concern rose when, a week later, a second one disappeared. And then, when the third one disappeared, also a week later, the local department was more than concerned. Photos circulated in the papers and on-line. None of them were more than 30, and they were all very handsome. Scios was observing it, but it was out of their jurisdiction: they hadn't been called. At a weekly meeting, Mannis said what they were all thinking: "it's a sex slavery ring. Someone's selling these kids off to buyers, maybe even one buyer, who likes police officers." "Boss, we should be doing something," Ned said. "We can't Hemmings: we can't proceed unless we've been asked." "Can't stop me from operating on my own," was what Ned thought, and didn't say. He began to do so. He worked his contacts, did some investigation, and began running down leads. Then, one night he got a message on his home computer. The title was "I'm about to make your investigation easier. " He didn't recognize the address, and it didn't look like spam, so Ned clicked on the message. There was a video linked and, while Ned wasn't sure he should do it, he clicked on it. The video showed the three young police officers. They were sitting on the floor of a room that didn't look familiar to Ned. Each one was sitting against a wall, with his hands bound behind him. Each man's legs stretched out and you could see the tape binding their ankles. They were also gagged. When the voice over began, a chill went down Ned's spine as he heard Evans' voice. "SURPRISE Mr. Hemmings! Bet you never thought we'd meet again this way, ha ha. Well, as you know I've been looking for you, and I've found you. What happens next is up to you. These young men are being held at a shipping warehouse, which is appropriate, because tomorrow, 6pm, they'll be shipped to new owners. One is going to Japan, one to Malta, and one is going not far away: to a farm in Mexico. That is, unless you give yourself up to me. You come to the following address, and you come alone." Then Evans laughed. "Of course, you're coming alone. Mannis will never give you backup for an unauthorized operation. Wear your gun if you like, it won't do you any good. Wear a wire if you like, won't do you any good either. But DO wear your camel-colored leather jacket. It makes you look like such a STUD. Hope to see you, handsome." Then the video ended. Hemmings had sufficient computer skills to try to get more information about its source, but each search gave him a "dead node." And Evans was right. If he asked for help, he wouldn't get it. He gulped. He thought that if he met Evans again, they'd have a pitched battle. But now, it looked like he was going to be surrendering without a fight. When he got to the warehouse the next day, Ned pushed in the unlocked door. It was mostly dark, but in the corner, there was a bright light shining on three scared, tired, and helpless police officers. A loud "MMMMPH" came from the small cluster. He saw four rough looking guys come out of the shadows. Evans wasn't one of them: he heard his voice behind him. "Never thought it would go down this way, did you Hemmings." He felt the metal press against his back. "This time, it IS a gun, so why don't you raise those hands, then get against the wall." "I'm going. You win, Evans." Ned assumed the position. "No need to frisk me. I didn't bring a gun or anything else." Evans laughed. "There's ALWAYS a reason to frisk you, Ned. Especially to make sure if you've got anything hidden back here." He palmed Ned's ass and felt him quiver. "Get used to it, stud. For all you know, you may be getting a very vigorous spanking in the next few hours." He turned to the thugs. "Get them out of here. The auction house." "HEY. You said you'd release them!" Ned yelled, before he felt Evans grab one of his wrists and pull it behind him. "You didn't pay careful attention, Hemmings. I said I wouldn't ship them overseas." He grabbed Ned's second wrist and began locking handcuffs on him. "YOU FUCKING BASTARD. YOU TRICKED ME." Evans laughed. "Indeed, I did. Those young men will find fulfilling lives with their new Masters. You, my fine spy, are going to Verdant for some conversation." He put a hand on Ned's bicep. "Let's go, stud." Two hours later, still cuffed, Ned was sitting in a chair in front of Green, Evans, and two other men. "You're going to tell us EVERYTHING about Scios' computer system. And everything else we ask you." Ned just laughed. "You think I know something about that?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I think you overestimate my value to the organization. I'm just a lowly agent." "Of course, you are, Hemmings," Green smiled. "So, you're refusing to tell us anything?" Ned shrugged his shoulders again. "I'm not refusing. I just don't know anything." Green turned to Evans. "He's all yours." Ned saw Evans wringing his hands in pure joy. "The words I've been waiting for. "He turned to two of the men in the room. "Gents, bring him into the chamber. You can remove his jacket. Just hang it somewhere. Then stretch him on the rack. I will be in shortly." Ned struggled against the two large men. He didn't fight very hard because he figured he would need as much of his strength as possible against Evans. The goons manhandled him onto the rack and put leather restraints on Ned's ankles, the middle of his thighs, his biceps, and his wrists. Evans followed them in shortly. "You have a very bright light shining into your eyes, Ned. That's so trite, don't you think?" "You haven't ripped my eyelashes off yet, Evans. I'll be fine." He winced when he felt Evans' hand on his torso. "I like a more intimate atmosphere when I'm being persuasive. Less electric light, and more...candles." That's when Ned noticed there was a bank of candles at each side of the rack. Evans lit each one, and then slowly dimmed the lights. "You know, Ned, I could prolong this. And I would enjoy doing so; however, I would much rather have my PRIVATE fun with you than spend time here. "He began opening Ned's shirt. "Yellow today. What do they call you at the office, the king of casual wear? How many shirts do you own, Ned?" "ENOUGH." Ned was beginning to get nervous, and the tone of Evans' voice was both scaring him and making him hard. Evans noticed and pressed his hand onto Ned's crotch. "An erection? How sweet. And you don't even know what I'm going to do to you." Ned pulled at the restraints. "It's the fucking cold. It's goddamn cold in here." Evans grinned. "You'll be getting warmer very, VERY soon, Ned. "Ned's shirt flapped open at the side. Evans moved over to one of the side shelves and took a tapered red candle from it. He smiled and, without saying a word, poured the melted wax onto Ned's belly. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY FUCK, YOU GODDAMN BASTARD." "Music to my ears, Ned. And you should save some of that strong language because things are going to get MUCH more interesting. I hope you can see how that wax has already hardened." "YEAH, I can see it, asshole." "Perfect formation too. Absolutely perfect for just gently pulling it up and... taking a few hairs with me. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG." Evan's laughter filled the room, and Ned began to wonder why he was getting aroused. "So, that's the power of one candle, Ned. And we have many more in this room. And... you are COVERED with hair. Your torso, your back, your armpits, your face. And your pubic area. So, perhaps you'd like to avoid some more of this? "FUCK YOU!" Ned spat out. "Oh, I was hoping you'd resist." Ned gulped. He saw that there were two very large, thick candles on the shelves, each of which was on a plate. The wax was melting directly onto their holders. When he turned and saw Ned's lower body, Evans saw the growing bulge and thought "Is he a pain pig? I didn't plan on that, but I can work on it. Let's see." He ran a finger around Ned's left pec, never squeezing the nip. "Your training is showing, Ned. I like that. I appreciate a challenge." He walked down to the base of the rack, where Ned's ankles were restrained. "Nice boots. Or are they shoes? Sort of like a yuppie version of cowboy boots. Are they comfortable, Ned?" Ned grimaced "My comfort's not high on your mind, I think, ASSHOLE" "Oh, but you're wrong. Your comfort is VERY much on my mind: and how to make sure I make you as uncomfortable as possible." He began tugging Ned's boots off. "He's gonna tickle me" Ned thought. He could handle tickling everywhere, and even on his feet if it wasn't too intense. THAT wouldn't break him. "Tickling is what you probably expect, isn't it, Ned? Maybe for another time, when I'm probing how to keep you in line, but for now." He picked up a wooden stick that terminated in an end that looked like a spoon bowl. "Let's see how much it takes to get a YOWL out of you." The spoon came down on Ned's left sole. "FUCK!" He yelled. He saw the look of satisfaction on Evans' face as he ran the thing over Ned's sole, very gently. "One more for good measure. Then we go to right one." "SMACK!" Ned tried to pull his foot back, to no avail. SHIT. This was NOT something that they had trained the agents to handle. "It would be worse if I took your socks off, Ned, maybe rolled them in a ball and gagged you. How many do you think you can take. "As many as you got. OH FUCK!" Evans was moving back and forth between Ed's feet, laying into the soles pretty hard. Ned felt like he wanted to cry, but bit his lip. "I would wager I'd get what I want if I just kept this up, Ned, but I have more interesting things to do." "Do whatever you want. I don't have anything to tell you!" Ned yelled and Evans laughed. You don't lie very well, Ned. Not at all. Remember how that first splash of wax felt? Well... all that wonderful stuff in the plates. You did very well with the first one, so..." Ned squirmed when he saw the brimming bowl of hot wax. Evans seemed to be in ecstasy as he poured it all over Ned's chest. "HOLY FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!" came out of Ned's mouth. He was loud. Three floors up, Green heard the tail end of the scream, and smiled. "Man at work" he thought. "I'd say he's worth every penny but, this is a great deal." Ned was whimpering as the wax solidified. "When it's good and solid, Ned, I'll get it off. But you see, it's not a solid sheet and that's what makes this so much...fun. That spoon I was using on your feet? You'd be amazed how effective it is in breaking up the wax. "He stood there thinking. "Know what, Ned? I'm gonna end this very soon. I want to do one more thing for my own enjoyment, and then...I bet ya, when you see what I have planned, you'll start singing." "I have a shitty voice," Ned sputtered, just before he started laughing. Evans had dug his fingers into Ned's pits. "I had a feeling you'd be ticklish there, Ned. You've got the perfect body for tickling. "Ned was trying desperately to get his breath. He WAS ticklish and he hated being tickled. If Evans continued... But he didn't. Instead, he began unbuttoning Ned's jeans. "I suspect there's a nice little package here. Sort of like a sapling, Ned." "LEAVE MY JEANS ALONE, PERVERT" Ned yelled, secretly excited about getting his cock stimulated. "OH MY. LOOK AT THIS. It's like a toadstool growing out of the forest. All the dead leaves around it..." Evans ran his hand over Ned's bush. "So many things you can do with a mushroom. You can pull it out of the ground for example." He pulled on Ned's cock and got a huge moan out of his captive. "I don't think I'd want to stroke a mushroom, but on the other hand, a penis...." He slid his finger over the back of Ned's shaft and Ned moaned some more. "This is probably forbidden by the Geneva convention," Ned complained, and Evans laughed. "So much of what I'm doing is questionable. We'll take it up with the royal court. So, Ned, you saw how I got rid of your chest hair with wax? Well... it would be a very crude Brazilian, with much hotter wax, and of course, I'm not a professional, but..." He picked up the red candle again. "And I may miss and get some right on your cock head. Shall we try?" "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. PLEASE. PLEASE." "Gonna talk, stud?" Evans began angling the candle towards Ned's pubes. A first drop hit his thigh. He squirmed, trying to get out of the way. "Five. Four. Three. Two." "OK OK OK. I'll talk, I'll talk. Don't. Please. Please don't wax my cock. PLEASE" Ned fought for breath." "Ah, Ned. You did well. The last guy I interrogated gave up after the first wax drop. Well done. I think you deserve a reward." He took Ned's cock in his hand. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll give you release, since you've agreed to spill the beans. You may as well spill the seeds. But... believe me. If your information is incorrect... We can do this again. With hotter wax. And some much more intense foot work. Understand me." Evans was stroking Ned's cock all the while. "I do, I do. Please. Please. Please just. "Ned fell back on the rack, as Evans' expert hand continued its ministrations. "I bet you have massive orgasms, Ned. Do you?" A squeaky, helpless voice answered "Yes." "GOOD. The more jizz, the happier I am." He began stroking and to the extent he could, Ned started bucking his hips. "Just so you know, since you're such a vain little rooster, once we're settled in, I'll take care of the mess of your chest I've made. You'll be smooth. You wait and see. "He paused and smiled as Ned moaned. "Ned Hemmings, you are now my property." He pulled, and Ned screamed one more time as the cum flew out of him. He was beaten, and he knew it. Evans smiled in triumph. He took the spoon and cracked the wax on Ned's chest as if he were opening an egg. It fell away, taking some of Ned's hair with him. Evans brushed it away. "Mr. Green and company are going to want to talk to you. Then, you're back to me. "
It took about 2 hours before Verdant got the answers to all the questions from Ned. Mr. Green made an appearance as he and his two guards brought back the exhausted, helpless Hemmings.
"All proved out, Evans. He's yours. ""Hear that, Ned. Mine. I'm sure it's going to be worth the wait."
"We're almost there Ned. Time for a new phase. "Ned was so exhausted that he had stopped trying to loosen the bonds. His mouth was dry from the gag, and he was sweating: the car was warm, and Evans had insisted that he wear his leather jacket over the untucked shirt and stained jeans.
The property was isolated, and Ned had no idea where he was as Evans led him into the building. "Trite, I know, but our playroom is downstairs. That's where we're going for now." He tightened his grip on Ned's arm even though there was no need, given Ned's condition. There was enough light to see some of the chamber: Ned saw a small cell at the corner. "You'll be staying there for the first two days as you acclimate, Ned." Ned also saw the restraints along the wall, and the neat array of various devices that he knew nothing about. He DID know the floggers and the whips.
"For now, we'll just use a few things, Ned." He looked Ned over and wrinkled his nose. "I bet no one wants a shower more than you." He gestured with his head. "Get yourself cleaned up. Then we're going to have a little fun before you get in your sleeping quarters for the next few days."
In the shower, Ned had thoughts forming of how to figure out an escape. He knew he was too exhausted, so he pushed them away. It wouldn't be easy: Evans was too smart, and as he learned, he could be quite brutal. For now, he'd just have to deal with the current situation. He stepped out of the shower. He found a towel, but his clothes were gone. He looked at Evans, puzzled.
"With the exception of your leather jacket, your clothing is far too wretched to use again. You'll have selections from your home soon -- I'm having my favorites delivered; however, you'll be naked most of the time, Ned. As soon as you've recovered, you'll get your schedule for when clothing is and is not appropriate.
"What if it's cold?" Ned asked. "It won't be," was Evans reply. "Do you feel cold now?"
"Well, no. Just... exposed."
"WONDERFUL. I want you to feel exposed, Ned. It will help to prepare you for your new role."
"Which is?" Ned asked, fearful of the answer.
"Actually, you'll have several. My arm candy, my bed bitch, my target for practicing new techniques." He paused. "In essence, you'll have to learn to be the beta to my Alpha."
"I'm not good with that," Ned answered.
"I know. You'll deal with it. For example. I told you we'd clean up the mess that is your chest hair. See that neck restraint against the wall? Get over there. Put on the collar and lock it."
"If I refuse?" Evans grinned. "Nothing would make me happier than to `persuade' you. When you are at full strength, we will test out your ability to defend yourself, but for now, taking you would be too easy, and not at all a challenge. Now..." he pointed to the wall. "If you would."
Ned knew he didn't have the strength to fight. He did what he was told. The neck collar was attached to a stiff piece of metal protruding from the wall. It immobilized Ned completely.
"In my experience, these are not necessary other than to stop the subject from hurting himself, so." Evans took one of Ned's wrists and secured it to the wall. Then the other.
"Now then, let's clean up this admittedly sloppy job." He pulled out his clippers and with one hand began a slow motion along Ned's chest. His other hand dropped to Ned's dick.
"Seems you're getting stiff again, stud. You like being shaved, don't you? Not as much as the wax, but you like it."
"No comment," Ned answered as his cock swelled. He didn't remember the last time he had two erections so close to each other. His head was positioned in a way so that he could not see the hair falling to the floor.
"It will grow back, and then I'll reconsider whether my new sex slave should have hair or not, but for now," he squeezed Ned's dick. "You look very much like a proper slave. "
"I AM NOT A SLAVE," Ned said rather forcefully. Evans just smiled. "Denial won't help. Perhaps you'll understand your role better with this." He opened the wrist restraints.
"Let me see you jerk yourself off. You don't get released from the wall unless I see a climax." Ned gulped. It seemed that Evans meant it. He looked over at the cell. It wasn't a palace, but there was a bed, and he was tired. He moved his hands down and began stroking. He closed his eyes and thought about everything that had happened to him that day, and he began to realize: this situation was very similar to the one he had been dreaming about. The voice was wrong, but the wax, the shaving. He didn't dream about the cock play that was going on, but... he began to moan. It DID feel good. He heard Evans drop his own slacks and when he opened his eyes, he saw Evans jerking too.
"I have wanted you, Ned, for too long. Now, I finally have my stud. And I'm going to train you exactly the way I want you. This is going to be fabulous."
That last sentence got to them both and jizz fell to the floor: much more from Evans than Ned, but they both did climax.
"A busy day, Ned. At some point, perhaps I'll take you to my bed, but for now." He opened the neck collar. Had Ned been fully functional, he might have fought. Instead, Evans handled him like a kitten, taking him by the scruff of the neck and pushing him into the cell before he locked it.
"It's far from luxurious, but it's functional. It will be your home for the next few days. Get some sleep, Ned. You need to be fresh tomorrow."
Evans turned and went up the stairs. He turned off the light when he got to the top of the stairs. Ned sat on the bed for a few minutes, trying to apprehend his situation. He couldn't. His mind was too full. He yawned and stretched out on the bed.
Evans watched his prisoner on the closed screen television. He thought "No, he looks better hairy. It'll grow back. Tomorrow. What do we do tomorrow? Now that I have what I want, so many possibilities. Let my dreaming take control." He went to his bed, smiling as he noticed the new restraints he had added. Extra strong. He knew he needed them for Ned.