"Mr. Fassio, I've let you lollygag for an hour and a half, but we have a schedule to attend to. Please rouse yourself." Otto was standing at the doorway of Evan's suite. Vin was in the bed alone. He didn't know where Evans had gone, but he did remember him giving Vin a kiss on his forehead before he got up. Vin hadn't gone back to sleep after that kiss but had been trying to process his feelings about what had happened the night before. He felt sore from the fucking, but not VERY sore: he smiled wryly because the nipple clamps Evans had used on him left him sorer than he felt while Otto was standing there. "The first time is always a bit stressful, Mr. Fassio. It will continue to be so; however, today is the day I am going to introduce you to our computer room, and Master Evans, needless to say, has plans for you as well. We should get a move-on: get you out of the room so that it can be tended to, get you cleaned up, dressed and fed, and then we will work until Master Evans calls for you. "Where is he, Otto?" "I believe he is spending some time with Mr. Hemmings right now; however, he plans to spend time with the two of you a bit later." Otto smiled. "He intends to teach you both something, but together rather than singly. So let us get going." "Understood, Otto. By the way, you should feel free to call me Vin." Vin saw Otto frown. "I am afraid that is not possible, Mr. Fassio. On one level, Master Evans has instructed me to use your and Mr. Hemmings' surnames when addressing you, and to be honest, Mr. Fassio, to use your first name would imply a relationship that does not exist between us. Now, let us get to your suite. You can take care of your needs there, while I have someone take care of the room." "You don't clean the rooms, do you Otto?" Otto laughed. "Hardly, Mr. Fassio. One of my titles is house manager' so in theory, I have a staff member take care of the room. There have been times, however, when for various exigencies, I have been forced to roll up my sleeves and keep house, so to speak." Vin smiled at the idea of Otto "rolling up his sleeves." He had never seen him in anything but a suit and tie and meticulously polished black laced shoes. "How many staff members work here, Otto?" "It varies, Mr. Fassio. At present, I believe it is 12. When Master Evans has only one prisoner, the number is about 10, and when there are none, staff does drop to about 6." "Prisoner," went through Vin's mind. It was the right word: he and Ned WERE prisoners, and Otto would never refer to either of them as "sex slaves" or "bottoms" or anything like that. "Normally I would be reticent to provide that information, Mr. Fassio; however, both yourself and Mr. Hemmings are about to become more engaged members of the household, and at some point, in the near future, you will be responsible for maintaining the working hours of staff, and also of making sure their salaries are deposited." He paused. "But for now, I must leave you to your own devices. I will be waiting for you downstairs. Please bear something in mind, Mr. Fassio. Master Evans has determined that he favors you in either white or blue shirts, and more blue than white. Since you wore white yesterday, you will wear blue today, together with the jeans he had you wear yesterday. You will wear white shirts twice a week, blue shirts three times a week, and at the risk of spilling the beans,' Master Evans is about to give both of you freedom to choose your own apparel twice a week. Now, with that in mind, Mr. Fassio, I will wait for you in the dining area. Undoubtedly, you will need nourishment." While Otto was seeing to Vin, Evans had gone to Ned's quarters. "Good morning, my stud muffin. Did you miss sharing my bed?" Ned grunted. "Do I have to answer that?" "Ha, ha. Not yet. But at some point, you will, and you will answer it with a Sir.' That will be part of your short-term training, Ned. Now, I have something I would like you to wear today: where are those items: YES, here they are." He reached into Ned's closet. "This lavender shirt. One button opened, sleeves rolled, and this camel-colored trousers." As Ned dressed, he realized that these items were slightly tighter than the clothes he had been provided with up to now. "Let me see my sweet studbottom." Ned turned. "Hands behind your back, please. That is the proper position for a sex slave." Ned gulped at the expression but did what he was told. "SUPERB. Undoubtedly you feel as if this outfit is snug." "More like tight. I feel like a sausage." "Ah, I'm sure that's metaphorical Ned, as I'm not sure anyone knows how a sausage feels; however, I prefer you looking, shall we say, a bit chunky." Ned turned bright red at that. "Oh, you peacock!" Evans grinned wildly. "You think I'm calling you fat. Absolutely not, Ned. I am simply saying that I much prefer it when I can see..." He stopped and moved behind Ned, before he took a roll of Ned's lower abdomen and caressed it "where I want to stress domination today." Ned felt restraints going around his wrists. "We're going to the basement, as I'm sure you gathered." When they were down in the basement, and Ned was seated in one of the bondage chairs with his legs spread, he blurted out in frustration. "Why do you have to keep my tied up all the time?" Evans had been working at the counter where some of his toys were kept, and he turned around. Ned saw that he had some of the shaving apparatus, and also the ribbed glove. "Actually, Ned, I don't HAVE' to keep you tied up all the time. You were probably expecting an answer along the lines of I keep you tied up so that I can keep you under control. Hardly. As you are about to find out, I do not need ropes to control you, but" Evans moved behind Ned, and put his hands on the spots on Ned's shoulders that he knew were pressure points. "However attractive you are generally, you are even more attractive bound. And why should I not display what belongs to me in the way I most prefer it?" "I DO NOT BELONG TO YOU". Ned snarled. "Mr. Hemmings, you say that as if you believe it. Now, to prove my point, I would like you on the examining table on your back. And I'm going to untie you so that you may move to the table yourself. "He untied Ned. "You will see I have no weapons in my hands, you don't have the vibrating butt plug in you, and theoretically, you could escape the basement by getting past me. Be my guest." Evans folded his arms and stood still. Ned considered his options. He knew how to kill a man at least a dozen different ways. Yet, he realized that Evans was probably more skilled at hand-to-hand fighting than he was, and..., there was a small voice in the back of his head telling Ned he wanted to know what Evans had planned. He sighed and got on the table. "An excellent choice, Ned. The first of what I hope will be other good choices, because we are moving into a new phase: you, Vinny, Otto, and myself. For example, I would love to have you tied up for your trim, but I'm not going to do so unless you ask me to." "Don't hold your breath" was Ned's response. Evans said nothing, but simply moved his hand to Ned's belly, and began tickling it with a slow, deliberate sort of pincer movement. He hadn't done this to Ned before, and the action, plus the texture of the fabric of his shirt, began to get to Ned. He struggled not to show any reaction, but very shortly after Evans started, he began breathing hard, squirming, and then laughing. "You baritones have such a sexy laugh, Ned. I should tape you when you're in duress like this, send it to your Scios' buddies, and let them know how much fun you're having. "STOP! STOP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA. AGGGGGGGGGGGGGH. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA. OK, OK, you win. Tie me down. Tie me to the table." Evans continued. "We're forgetting a small, three letter word aren't we, Ned. "NOOOOOOOOOO. I'm not going to say that. HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHA. Evans moved a finger to Ned's navel. He broke.
"PLEASE TIE ME DOWN, SIR."
"Now THAT is more like it. MUCH more like it. I'd be happy to oblige you, sexy." Evans tied Ned's wrists to the platform tightly. "For now, let's just take care of the trimming your shirt and pits need. We'll get the pubes later." The razor Evans started using was one he had not used before. It almost felt like silk as he passed it over Ned's chest and then each of his pits. "There isn't much to remove, Ned, but since Vinny is smooth now, I thought you should both be."
"And of course, your word is the law." "Exactly, Ned." Evans put down the razor. Ned saw him putting the glove on.
"Now, you make it sound like you hate what I'm doing to you, Ned. Every bit of it. I don't think that's true." He began stroking Ned's belly, sensitized by the shaving, and now becoming even more sensitive from the glove.
"Are there parts of what has happened to you that you like?" He continued to stroke Ned's torso and as he did, Ned's cock grew longer. There had been times the night before that he had wondered if Evans was doing to Vin some of the things he had done to him, and each time he thought of one, he felt aroused. He thought about Evans' kissing. He never thought he'd enjoy being kissed by a man, but, well, the way Evans used his tongue, and the way he toyed with Ned's response.
And he hated to admit to anyone, even to himself, that one of the things Evans did when he was fucking him, drove him wild. There were times when Evans simply put his cockhead at the entrance to Ned's hole and kept it still. Then he'd say, in a very soft voice "you want it? You want it, handsome?" He'd stay in that position until Ned shook his head yes, or said "yes," and then after his cock was inside Ned, he'd take his nipples and work them. That was something else: he loved nipple play. Ned wasn't a fan of the clamps, but it felt as if Evans had magic fingers. All of these thoughts were going through his head as the glove moved back and forth. He felt Evans get onto the platform next to him. He was breathing softly into Ned's left ear as he continued to stroke his torso.
"Know what I like most, next to fucking you, Ned? It's a toss-up: kissing you or shaving you. Tickling too. Ha, ha. I guess I like everything I do to you. "He chuckled. "Oh, my, it looks like you enjoy this, for sure, Ned. LOOK at that bulge. I'd best stop because I want you filled with juice later. "He got up.
"Remember when I told you, you'd have to learn to suck cock?"
"Yeah, I remember, and remember my answer?"
"I do. But you're going to start learning today. And don't worry. I have absolutely NO fear that you're going to bite off my little snake down here. I have something for both you and Vinny that will make it MUCH easier to begin convincing you that sucking dick is part of your life now." He tweaked one of Ned's nipples. "You remember how sore you were the night I fucked you three times?"
"How could I forget?" Ned almost cried. "Well, once you start sucking me, the possibility of me throwing three fucks up your ass is seriously diminished. You'll see. Now, let me go and get Otto. He needs to bring Vinny downstairs so that your lessons can begin. I'll untie you again, Ned. Incidentally, I can tell that Otto is in the middle of instructing Vinny how to control the power devices in the house, so the electric lock on the door is not operating right now. ALL you have to do to get out of the estate is get past me. This will spoil a surprise, but if you can wait, you'll get a chance to escape when we start playing escape and recapture next week. I sense we'll have many superb battles.
"I sense you'll win every single one of them," Ned thought to himself.
"Yes Master Evans. We'll be there right away." Otto closed his phone. "Log off Mr. Fassio. Master Evans has asked that we join he and Mr. Hemmings in the basement." Vin took a deep breath. Otto's skills with computers had been legendary. Some of his methods were still standard, and the morning had been intense. Vin had kept up with everything Otto had explained to him, but with everything that was going through his head, it had been a challenge. Many of the systems that the home used were fairly routine and could be disabled easily. That left Vin wondering what Otto wasn't showing him. He'd want to try to figure it out when he was on the computer system again, hopefully at a point when Otto trusted him enough to feel he didn't need to be there. For now, though, he needed to go with Otto.
During their time in the computer room, Otto hadn't made any jokes about Vin perhaps needing a softer seat, nor had he asked him how he was doing, etc. He was all business. And now, as they went down to the basement, unlike Evans, Otto never touched him. Rather, he simply kept one or two steps behind Vin as he walked down the now familiar steps. When they got to the basement, Vin saw that Ned was tied back in the chair. This time, he also had a cleave gag between his lips. Ned was standing, with a "shit eating" grin on his face.
"Thank you, Otto. "Evans came over to Vin. "Vinny, my sweet thing. How do you feel?" Vin grunted. "I've been better." "Aw, that's a shame. It may be because I was too gentle with you." He moved behind Vin and put a hand on the side of his neck. "Who put that mark there? Ha, ha. I guess we know who did. And you don't have to explain it to co-workers." He ran his scruff over the hickey he had given Vin and whispered into his ear "You were SO much hotter last night than I thought you would be. I thought it wouldn't be enjoyable, and I was wrong. You gave me immense pleasure. I can't wait to have you in my bed again." Vin began to squirm as he felt Evans pulling his wrists behind him. Once they were tied, Evans ran his hand down Vin's front, and then began circling his nipple. Vin sighed.
"See, Ned? If Vinny continues to try to seduce me like this, I suspect the two of your are going to compete. Maybe you don't see it, but Vinny is pushing his ass up against my crotch. Should I take him tonight instead of you?"
"BASTARD" Ned thought to himself. There was no way he could give any kind of answer to that, even if he weren't gagged.
"How about you, Vinny? You want two in a row instead of me taking Ned?"
"NO," was Vinny's answer. "You sure about that, stud?" Evans slid his hand inside Vin's shirt and moved his other hand to his crotch. "Because your body is telling me something else. And you know what? Ned is REALLY enjoying seeing me work on you." Ned had a boner. It was very visible through his pants.
"Well, enough foreplay. Today, boys, you're going to learn a bit about cock sucking. And not each other. No, you're BOTH going to suck me today.
"The fuck I am," Vin muttered as Ned was shaking his head.
"Now, boys: have I ever made you a promise I didn't keep? You'll see. It's sort of a primer on what you're going to be doing a lot of in the future. No, a better way to think about it might be: it'll be like riding a bike on training wheels. Sit down over there, Vinny. Right opposite Ned. And Ned, let me take this gag out because, while it certainly shows you off as the fine specimen of a slave you are, we'll need something else here." Once he had them positioned, Evans' voice dropped. "Ned, raise your left foot and press it against Vinny's crotch. DO IT"
"Sorry, bud," Ned said to Vin, and did it. After the sigh escaped from Vin, Evans ordered him: "Vinny, raise your right foot and press it against Ned's crotch." Now it was Ned's turn to moan. "So cute. Each of you has the other's climax in the palm of his hand. Or, more correctly, the sole of his foot." He walked over to the toys. He brought back two ring gags.
"I know Vinny's never worn one of these. How about you Ned?"
"Never saw one in my life."
"GOOD! Learning new things. Ned, open your mouth. " When he didn't, Evans turned to Vin.
"Vinny, grind your foot against Ned's crotch." Vin sighed and he did. Ned screamed in pain, and Evans shoved in the ring gag. "Next time you refuse me, Ned, it'll be much worse than Vin's foot. "He turned to Vin: "You can put your foot down now, stud. Do you need what Ned just got, or are you gonna open up?"
"I'll open up." Soon, both men were ring gagged.
"A bit painful huh? Look what this does. You can't close your mouth while I can just go in and play with your tongue, "he slid a finger on Vin's tongue "Or pull it out, however slippery it may be, or... shove my cock through the hole, and you won't be able to do a damn thing. So, this is what we're going to do. I prefer getting blown by a man on his knees, and both of you can use a little support help so..." he picked up a couple of leather restraints and then tied a taut line from each of Ned's wrists to his ankles. He did the same thing to Vin.
"Now, you're both gonna get a taste. The question is who gets it first." He pulled out a coin. "Vinny, call it: heads or tails."
"mmmmmmmmmmmph" came out of Vin, and Evans laughed. "Oh, yes, of course, that's right, you can't really speak, can you? "He opened his zipper and Evan's hard dick came out. "Vinny, you're going to show us the way. And don't worry, boys. Today, no one swallows. That WILL come." He positioned Vin so that Ned could see, then Evans slid his dick through the ring. Vin began to gag, but he couldn't do anything. He tried to close his mouth, but when he did, a pain went through his lips and mouth.
"This is deep throating Vinny boy. When I tell you to do it, this is what you do." He put his hand on the back of Vin's neck and pushed him forward. "LET ME FEEL SOME TONGUE, SLAVE BOY." Vin began trying to move his tongue around, trying to do what Evans had told him to do. He continued to face fuck Vin for about 7 minutes.
"Not bad for a beginner." He turned to Ned and smiled. "How about my muscle stud? Your turn." Ned tried to turn his head away, but Evans grabbed it and pushed his cock straight down Ned's throat.
"Hmmm. You have some secrets Nedstud. That cock went down WAY too easily. Someone has his gag reflex well under control. I'm impressed. OOOOH. Look at you. Doing some serious tongue work. All around my head." In fact, Ned had no experience in dick sucking, but he had seen videos. Also, he was conflicted. He wanted to protect Vin as much as he could and, much to his surprise, he enjoyed the feeling of Evans' cock in his mouth.
"You two are just impressing me SO much. You must have been studying on your own, ha, ha." He pulled his dick out of Ned's mouth. "It seems such a shame to waste perfectly good semen, but once I start shooting, I can't share it except.... You'll find out. He began stroking himself. He murmured "OH, Man. I'm thinking about taking your ass, Vinny. I'm your first. I'll always be your first. And Ned -- I can't wait to enjoy that ass again. And both of your HOT FUCKING MOUTHS." He began shooting. Up until now, both Vin and Ned had only experienced Evans' jizz inside of them. Seeing how much came out and how far was revelatory.
"It all kind of landed in the same place, didn't it? Good. Because now, once the gags are off and you're untied, you're going to share it. Each of you: face down to the floor and LICK UP EVERY DROP. Keep in mind there's an electric prod at hand in case I feel you're not working hard enough. And for every gag or choke I hear, I'm adding ten minutes of tickling to your next torture session. GET TO WORK, MAN BITCHES."
They looked at each other on the floor. Neither one wanted to get the other in trouble, so they licked, and licked the floor clean.
"GOOD BOYS. Now, you're both untied and you're both without an electric toy of any type on you, so here's the situation: Otto had advised me that he's left the lock mechanisms on the house disabled. It's you and me. Should you wish to try to escape, you'll have to take me, overpower me, and get out of the house. There IS actually a car, with gas, credit cards, and everything you need to get out of here. All you have to do is get past me. Or... you can decide to go to your chambers. Your choice."
Vin and Ned looked at each other. Neither one trusted him, and, there was "something else" in the back of each of their heads. They couldn't put a finger on it, but ...
"You win, Evans," Ned answered. "We'll go to our chambers. "
"AH. A superb choice. And then both of you will decide upon your attire for the evening. We have had a very busy productive day tonight, and I believe we should celebrate it. We'll be visiting some bars tonight. After which, Ned: it's your turn with me again." Evans licked his lips, and Ned cringed.