Normally, Ned was a light sleeper: he had trained himself to get just enough sleep to do what he needed to do, and that was usually somewhere between 4 and 5 hours, sometimes 6 if the day had been particularly brutal. He had never had a day like the one he had just experienced, and he slept for almost 9 full hours. He woke up with a hard on. He couldn't remember what he had been dreaming, but he remembered being captured, and being tortured before he was brought to -- to wherever he was, he had no idea. He knew he was in Evans' hands, in a cell, and naked. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He assumed it was Evans. He was wrong. "Good morning, Mr. Hemmings. We did not meet yesterday. My name is Otto, and I'm the manager of Mr. Evans' household. I'm sure you are famished so I've had a particularly hearty breakfast prepared for you." "I'm not hungry Otto." Ned turned away. "Mr Hemmings, with all due respect, if you thought that your day yesterday was...'rigorous', it will pale in comparison to today. I am somewhat aware of Mr. Evans' schedule and the time he has planned to spend with you is extensive. Hence, I would suggest that you do what you can to maintain your strength." Ned sighed. Otto was correct of course. "Do I have a robe or something to cover myself, Otto?" Otto's expression didn't change. "Trust me, Mr. Hemmings. Whatever variations are unique to you, there is nothing that I have not seen since I joined Mr. Evans' household. You WILL be provided with attire, just not as of now. I will remove the tray when you are done, and I will not remain while you eat. Also, if there is anything on the tray that does not appeal to you, by all means let me know. The kitchen provides itself on how it cares for Mr. Evans' guests' and we will do what we can to accommodate you." "Is that right?" Ned growled. "How about letting me out of this bird cage so I can fly away?" Otto smiled. "Mr. Evans has ways of clipping a bird's wings, Mr. Hemmings. Enjoy your breakfast." He walked away, and back up the stairs. Ned looked at the tray. It DID seem to contain many of his favorite breakfast foods. "How did he know that?" He thought to himself, but then realized what a stupid question that was: Evans had remarkable skills, and an intelligence agency backing him up. Favorite foods was an easy one but, what else did he know? Ned fell to his breakfast. He hadn't realized how famished he was, and he had to work to regulate how fast he ate. He cleared the tray. He thought about trying to hide the cutlery and to use it in some way but thought better of it: clearly, Evans was not above using severe measures -- he thought about the hot wax and felt the jolt to his balls as they filled, and his cock grew. How much more severe would he get if he knew Ned was planning escape already. "He's got to know I'm not going to submit easily," Ned thought, and refused to admit to himself that at some point, he'd be doing anything Evans told him to do. "Well done, Mr. Hemmings, well done. The kitchen staff will be proud. Please slide the tray through the bottom of the cage," Otto was back. "Otto, is it possible to have something to brush my teeth and to just feel, well, clean?" "AH, of course. You probably did not get the chance to notice them in the shower yesterday, but there is a complete set of appropriate toiletries. And yes, you should of course make yourself as presentable as possible. Mr. Evans will be visiting in" he looked at his watch. "a bit more than an hour. I believe that as I speak, he is arranging for transport of your attire. Again, if there is anything about the shower or bathroom that is not satisfactory, you must let me know." Two floors above the basement, Evans was indeed arranging for part of Ned's large wardrobe to be brought to his domain. Two agents were in Ned's apartment, and they were transmitting a video feed to Evans, who would simply say "yes" or "no" as they went through each item of the wardrobe. While he was doing so, he was interrupted by another call. It was from Julia. Next to Otto, Julia was his most trusted accomplice. "Mr. Evans, excuse the interruption, but I have information for you." "DO YOU?" Evans was intrigued. Like most agents, Ned had very few friends or contacts; however, in his research Evans had learned that he had kept in touch with Vin, an agent who had come up through the ranks with him. "Mr. Evans, apparently Ned and Vin had a habit of speaking to each other every day. No more than ten minutes, but they did speak. Well, when Ned did not answer Vin's call yesterday evening, he became concerned. He's parked close enough to Hemmings' apartment to see the activity. He's alone, so he's not acting, but I assumed you'd want to know." "You are absolutely right, Julia, and I appreciate the information. I will see to it being used appropriately." He turned to one of his computers and pressed several buttons. "Julia, please check your bank account." Julia saw that 10,000 had just been deposited. "Mr. Evans, that's hardly necessary. You pay me well." "And I will continue to do so. I may need you to do something outside of your job description, but I haven't decided yet. " "I understand, Sir. And again, thank you." The agents at Ned's apartment had finished, and his call with Julia was complete. Evans rubbed his palms together. "Time for some good old obedience training. Then a rest. Then, Mr. Hemmings is going to learn what his main duty will be. Ned heard more footsteps coming down the stairs, but they didn't sound like Otto's. He saw Evans turn the corner, a big smile on his face. "Otto tells me you slept well, and your breakfast was satisfactory, Ned. That pleases me." "I'm delighted you're happy, Evans. Has anyone ever told you you're a fucking bastard?" Evans began to laugh. "Oh, Hemmings! If I had a dollar for every time I've been called that, or worse. He walked over to the cell. "How about putting your hands through the bars so I can cuff your wrists?" Ned was about to say something but instead, he sighed and did what he was told. "GOOD. You understand when there is no alternative but to yield." Evans locked the cuffs. "Now, I can open this door without any fear of you acting up and injuring yourself." "Did you mean YOU injuring ME? I don't intend to injure myself, Evans." "Then you'll do what you're told. Now, this morning, we're going to have a little bit of a contest, Ned. Let's go to the center of the room. Where those restraints are attached to the floor." Ned saw a pair of restraints, about four feet apart. "I guess you're putting my ankles in those, Evans?" "Nothing gets by you, does it, Ned? I was told you're smart. Make this easier. Don't fight it." Again, Ned yielded as Evans locked one ankle, then the other into the restraints. "What are you gonna do to me?" Ned was getting nervous. He hadn't expected the bastinado or the hot wax when Evans had tortured information out of him. This looked like something completely different. "You'll find out. Now, let me just turn this on." Evans touched a switch in the wall, and Ned heard a humming sound and saw a chain with one large loop dropping down. "Raise your hands, Ned. Nice and tall. I'm locking them into that loop for what we're going to do." Ed began to get nervous. If that switch controlled the chain's movements, Evans could stretch him out as if he were on a rack. And his armpits were going to be exposed. Evans knew about how ticklish he was there. Was that what this was all about? Evans locked Ned's hands to the ring and operated the chain again. He let it retract until he saw a grimace on Ned's face. "Now, we're at EXACTLY the right point for some classic torment, and something I know you've never experienced, Ned." "Don't be too sure about that, fucker." Evans howled. "Oh, I AM sure of it. I'm sure no one has done this for at least 100 years. At least not in the field of espionage, Ned. Of course, if you frequented the venues I did, maybe you would have been." He hesitated for a minute, lost in thought. "Should we begin nice and easy, or nice and rough, to paraphrase Tina? I think nice and easy. A short flogging is always a good way to warm up for a good session." Ned saw Evans pick up a flogger. This was something he DID know. Part of torture training involved enduring whippings and floggings because they were far more frequent in overseas operations than anyone knew. "AGH!" Ned screamed as the first strike on his back. It had been a while. "Is that the best you've got? OH SHIT!" The second strike came down harder. "Far from it, Hemmings. And keep in mind, this is warm-up. Trust me, if this were the main focus, you'd be feeling it a LOT worse, because I wouldn't be worried about marks, or blood. Today, though, I want your skin intact. I simply want you to begin to understand how fucked you are." He continued with the flogging. Ned stopped counting after the fifteenth one. Instead, he was wondering "what the hell is going on with me?" because he had an erection. "Well, well, well. Now THAT'S a beauty, Ned." Evans had stopped whipping Ned's back and was facing him. He grabbed Ned's cock with one hand, and his chin with the other. "I guess we'll have to add something else to your file, Ned. Agent Ned Hemmings is a pain pig." A large gob of spit flew out of Ned's mouth and hit Evans on the cheek." Evans didn't move, staring directly into Ned's eyes. "Later today, you'll WISH you hadn't done that. You'll WISH you had saved that...lubricant. But that's for later. For now, the appetizer is over, and the main course awaits." Evans stepped away and when he came back, he was holding two long straps that appeared to be covered with small Christmas bells. "Caroling time?" Ned snarked, and Evans replied. "Oh, you'll be singing, Ned. No question about that." He put the straps in front of Ned and Ned saw that the metal attachments weren't bells -- they were small clamps, almost like mini clothespins. "One for each of your sides, Ned. Let's start right... here." Evans attached a clip to the center of Ned's right armpit. Ned let out a scream and continued to scream as Evans added clip after clip, at about 1/3-inch intervals. When he got to Ned's pelvic area, he stopped. "Believe me, Hemmings, I SO want to attach these to your balls but, frankly, I don't want to give you that much pleasure." Ned felt like he was blushing because his dick was getting harder by the second. "Now, for the left side" Evans repeated what he did on the right, and then stood back and looked at his handiwork. Ned wasn't feeling pleasure, only pain, even though his hard-on suggested otherwise. "These will stay on until you ask me to take them off, Ned, and while they're on you." Evans began flicking at the clips, one at a time, going from the bottom one up to the top on one side, and then top to bottom on the other. "Let me just assure you, Ned. You are not the only person in this room who is hard right now." Evans opened his zipper and showed Ned his engorged cock. "I would offer you a taste but I'm not sure you can be trusted yet." "You're right about that. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Now, Evans was twisting each clip as he moved up and down then down and up. When he finished this pass, he took Ned's balls in his hands. "I don't quite understand those Masters who insist on gelding their slaves. Balls can give a tormentor SO MUCH PLEASURE... and the tormentee, so much... pain." He squeezed Ned's balls and twisted them. "OOOOOOOOOOOH FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Now, Ned's erection was going down, as the combination of the pain from the lines of clips, and the ball twisting started overloading his brain. "You want me to stop, Ned?" "YES! YES, I DO. PLEASE!" Ned heard a chuckle come out of Evans before he let go of Ned's balls, and idly flicked at random clips. "Well, I think I COULD stop if I were asked nicely enough." Until then he had been flicking clips with one finger of each hand. Now, all of his fingers got involved. Ned moaned. "PLEASE. PLEASE STOP THIS. PLEASE" Evans chuckled again. "That the best you got?" "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Evans twisted a clip in the middle of Ned's armpit. "OH GOD JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR." "Just add SIR" to your request." "FUCK YOU," was Ned's response. Evans stood back. "Well, you know, I didn't want to do this, but..." He picked up the right strip at the point where there were extra clips. He took Ned's balls in his free hand. "Now, where's a good place to put the first one? Maybe right here at the head" "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! PLEASE STOP SIR. PLEASE STOP THE TORTURE SIR." Evans let go of Ned's balls. "Such a shame. But it gives us something to do in a few days. You know, Ned, there's something in the way you say Sir' that just gets me all hot and bothered. But we'll get to that. So, you want these taken off?" "YES SIR YES. PLEASE SIR" "Okay but remember the old saying. Be careful what you wish for because you may get it." Ned was trembling: he just wanted the clips off. His brain was so flooded he didn't think about what would happen when Evans took the top of the strip and just pulled down, fast. "I think you'd have blown off the gag had I gagged you, Ned. That was quite a scream." Evans looked at Ned and realized he hadn't heard him: he had blacked out. Evans sighed. "First timers. I need to start doing this one by one." Ned grunted slightly when Evans pulled off the second strip. If Evans had flogged him some more, he wouldn't have felt it. "Oh, let's see. I guess I SHOULD have Otto do it but..." Evans took Ned down from the suspension. He undid the ankle restraints and caught Ned as he fell forward. "MMM. Sweaty. Hot. Hunky. That was worth it." He unlocked the hand cuffs and Ned began to wake up, but he was too weak to put up any fight. "Get some rest, Ned. Otto will be down with your lunch in a bit. We'll have some more fun this afternoon." The next thing Ned remembered was Otto speaking, very softly, through the bars of his cell. "Mr Hemmings? Mr. Hemmings? If you're awake, I suggest having some nourishment. It will do you good because Mr. Evans is not finished with you for the day." Ned stirred and sat up. "He's going to do that again? I'll die." Otto grinned. "Well, I don't think you'll die Mr. Hemmings, but you WOULD be very sore. I believe Mr. Evans has something else in mind for you. And Mr. Hemmings, Mr. Evans has not selected your wardrobe yet, but he would like you to be wearing these." Otto slid a pair of white compression tights under the door of the cell. "Just these?" "It's more than he permits most prisoners, Mr. Hemmings." He paused. "And while I am taking a risk in telling you this, Mr. Evans DOES favor your chest. He feels it should be exposed often." He turned. "Please enjoy your lunch, Mr. Hemmings." He turned and began walking away. "WAIT. WAIT. What does he plan to do this afternoon? PLEASE OTTO PLEASE TELL ME." Otto just walked upstairs.
Otto returned an hour later to get Ned's tray. "Mr. Hemmings, I would strongly suggest you put on the tights. Mr. Evans has been in a good mood all day and it would behoove us both to keep him there. I also have something else for you to wear a bit later." He handed a bag to Ned containing a full set of clothes. "Mr Evans would like you to join him for dinner, and it's important that you be dressed appropriately." "Is that an invitation or an order, Otto?" A wry smile crossed Otto's face. "I do believe you know the answer to that Mr. Hemmings. I will remove this tray. Mr. Evans will arrive some time within the next hour, so I would suggest that you proceed as we've discussed. It could be five minutes, it could be 55 minutes, but it will be in the next hour. "Again, he turned and walked upstairs. Ned looked in the bag. Then he picked up the tights. "If I were built that way, I could hang myself with these" he thought, and then muttered "FUCK! If he thought I would, he'd make me put them on in front of him. He's got me. I feel like a beginner playing chess with a goddamned world champion." He shook his head in defeat as he put on the tights. Evans came down the stairs in half an hour. "They fit you well, Ned. And white is definitely a better color on you than black." "You're a fashion consultant too, I guess." He put his hands through the bars for cuffing. "Well, you're learning quickly, Ned. That means I'm a good teacher. And I'm pleased with that. But no, no cuffs today. I'm sure you've regained most of your strength, but I am also sure you recognize you are not at 100%, and even if you were, you're not sure of your ability to escape. So, I will open the cell, you will walk out, and you will put your hands behind your back." Ned sighed deeply and did what he was told. Evans got very very close to him and then his thumbs ran over Ned's nipples. "We didn't investigate the sensitivity of these boys, Mr. Hemmings. Are they?" When Ned began to moan, Evans proclaimed "EXCELLENT! Yet another way to keep you in your place, Ned. The dossier on you didn't even mention this because there were so many other peak areas of sensitivity. "Ned's eyes were closed as Evans' voice dropped and said, "such as your ears and neck," and as he heard that, his cock, dormant since late that morning, sprang back to life. "Let's proceed to the double sawhorse, Ned. It's time for you to learn an essential part of your duties." Ned gulped. He had a feeling that he was about to give up his ass. He saw a large eyelet, not unlike the one Evans had used to suspend his arms that morning. "Bend over the horse, Ned. And the clips on the hook are easy to operate. Chain your wrists. "What if I don't want to?" "Then I'll do it, and instead of a flogging, you'll be punished like the naughty boy you're being. See that collection of paddles against the wall, Ned?" "I understand." Ned bent over the horse. As he locked his wrists in, he realized what had just happened: he was an accomplice in what Evans was about to do to him. There was a scissor at the side of the sawhorse, and he saw Evans pick it up. He winced as he felt the scissor begin to cut through the back of the compression pants. He felt Evans fingers and heard the tear as he ripped a wider hole in them. "Otto purchased a good dozen of these, Ned. Mostly white, but I think you'll look VERY sexy in other colors too, so we have some of those too. Now, to get to business. Remember that spit from this morning? Ha ha. You're going to wish you had it now." Ned heard Evans' zipper open again, and now, he felt the tip of what was a very fat cock against his asshole. "SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HEMMINGS. DO WHAT YOUR CONQUEROR TELLS YOU TO DO." When Ned moved slowly, he felt the WHACK- not on his butt, but on a part of his back that had been flogged that morning. "OKAY, OKAY, I get the message." "Yeah, you'd best do so, Ned. That little infraction is going on the list of what we'll be addressing tomorrow. For now... OH, nothing's been in here for a while. This is a tight fit." It hurt, but Ned didn't want to give Evans the satisfaction of knowing that. He heard his fucker breathing harder, and deeper. "Three years. Three years I waited for this, and I am going to get my fill. And you're going to have to convince me it was worth the wait. PUSH BACK HEMMINGS." Again, Ned did what he was told. His own dick, trapped as it was between the sawhorse and his own body, was growing, and the friction afforded by the tights was getting it more and more sensitive. At some point, Evans' thrusts stopped hurting and Ned couldn't help moaning. He pushed back further, and harder. "Seems I'm not the only one enjoying this, Ned. Are you liking it?" Ned couldn't help it. He WAS. He didn't know if it was the sensation in his dick from the frottage, or Evans' cock, but another voice seemed to come out of him. "Yes sir," it whispered. "Good. Then you'll be enjoying yourself at least once a day from here on in." As Evans finished, Ned gave out a yelp. He was helpless to stop his climax or the little cries of joy that came out of his mouth. Evans grabbed a handful of the longer hairs at the back of Ned's head. "You are going to be a GREAT fuck slave, Hemmings. "He rammed forward and then Ned felt a gush of liquid in his butt. He felt Evans' hand cover his mouth and then he heard him whisper "That ass belongs to ME. No one else. And it's because I DEFEATED you." He nibbled on the base of Ned's earlobe. Normally, it would have sent Ned into another frenzy, but he had nothing left. Again, Evans untied Ned, and carted him back to the cell. "I have some good news for you, Ned. This is the last night you'll spend down here. You've just proven to me that your ass is worth keeping. You'll have run of the house as of tomorrow. For now, though, get yourself cleaned up down here, and then get yourself ready for dinner. " Otto came down to lead Ned upstairs. He had been taken directly to the basement, so he didn't know his way around the big house. "I must say, Mr. Hemmings, I did make a good choice for your first night dining with Mr. Evans." Ned had to agree: there was a mirror in the bathroom, and the eggshell-colored shirt, and the tight-fitting olive-colored pants suited him: in fact, this outfit was one of his favorites. He thought about leaving two buttons opened on the shirt, but as he was about to do it, he had a thought: the ONLY way he had any chance of escaping this situation, was by seducing Evans. That was becoming clearer and clearer to Ned. "Let him have complete control. Let him get complacent," he thought. Otto brought Ned to the dining room. "Mr. Evans, Mr Hemmings is here." Evans got up from where he was sipping from a glass and smiled. "AH, Ned! You will let me treat you well tonight, I hope." He came closer. "Turn around for me. MMMM. That is a most luscious ass, Ned. But..." And then he did what Ned thought he would do. "A man with as burly a chest as yours, needs to show more of it. Even if it has been denuded by his Master." Ned gulped at the word Master but as Evans opened the shirt button, his cock jumped again. He THOUGHT he was empty and finished for the night, but he clearly wasn't. Neither was Evans, who leaned against him. "You feel that sexy man? There's more for you, later. But for now, let's enjoy this meal." It was one of the best meals that Ned had ever eaten. When Evans reached under the table and rubbed the inside of Ned's thigh, he had pulled back for a second, and then said "sorry, Mr. Evans. I was startled." Evans smiled. "Sir will do, Ned. So, after dinner, I will take you on a tour of the second floor of the house. You will have complete access to this floor, as well as the Master bedroom, as of tomorrow night. The rest of the third floor is off limits unless I give express permission to give you access. And as of tomorrow, you will have a schedule. Parts of it will appeal to you, others will not. But you will follow it. Am I clear?" "Yes Sir, very clear." "Excellent. Now let's complete our meal. After the tour, there is one last thing we need to do before retiring." The tour of the second floor took some time. Evans kept his hand firmly on Ned's left bicep through the tour. At one point, he joked "if I weren't so fond of you as you are, I'd have to send you to the gym. You're solid, but not muscular. And so much fun to manhandle." Evans paused "When you see the schedule, you'll see the daily tickling hour. I can't wait for that to start." Then they were at the last room: the media center. "Yes, we're going in here, Ned. Last thing to do today." The media room was sophisticated. Someone had clearly spent a fair amount of time building it. Ned saw that there was a chair positioned in front of a group of cameras, all focused on the chair. "Sit, Ned. We have a movie to make." "Huh?" Ned asked. "SIT" Ned had seen three other servants walking through the house. He imagined they were security, making his situation more tenuous. He sat. Evans took his arms and tied them behind the chair. Then he slapped three strips of sliver duct tape over Ned's mouth. "This is going to your supervisors at Scios, Ned. I'm sure they want to know what happened to you, and that they can close your case." Evans pressed a button, and the cameras and tapes began. Ned felt Evans' hands on his shoulders. "This is directed to anyone who has any concern regarding the matter of Ned Hemmings. As you can see, he is alive. As you can also see, he has been captured, and he's completely under control. Is that not right, Ned?" He felt a squeeze to his shoulder and nodded `yes.' "You will not be able to trace this tape. Trust me, Scios: I have hired some of your best engineers and there are more double agents amongst you than you might think. My suggestion would be that you forego investigating Agent Hemmings' disappearance: he is mine now. You will not recover him." The last phrase sent a shiver through Ned. Was he really NEVER going to escape?
And while Evans and Ned were having dinner, Julia had just passed Vin on the street and had given him a smile. "Hey sexy. You have a nice ass." She kept on walking. Vin was supposed to be going in the opposite direction, but he turned and caught up to her. "I thought men were the only ones who noticed asses. I'm Vin." "Julia. Nice to meet you sexy Vin" Vin blushed. He didn't remember the last time someone had called him sexy. "You have time for a quick drink, Julia?" She smiled. "I have all the time you want."