It was very easy to see Evans' attraction to Ned: the field agent stood about 5'8", with a solid body: no taper on Ned. He exuded confidence, some would say swagger. With his salt and pepper hair that he wore slightly long, blue eyes that shaded toward grey, a very short beard that could have been "read" as heavy scruff, most people, be they man or woman, gave him a second look. Part of that was his wardrobe: Ned was a meticulous dresser, and a clothes horse. One of his colleagues at Scios had joked that Ned could wear a different outfit every day and not repeat himself. It was close to true. He had an encyclopedic memory of what he owned, and so when he went on one of his frequent shopping sprees, he always came home with something new. Culling that wardrobe after he captured Ned was a task that took Evans and Otto hours. There were some "must-haves" that Evans had seen Ned wear on one of the many rolls of film he had from the spy cameras that he had used over three years of tracking Ned, and then there were others where he imagined Ned in them before deciding "yes" or "no." The outfit he had Ned in now was one of those, and Evans considered it a success: Bound in the chair, in the red and white striped oxford and battleship gray pants, Evans had to discipline himself because he had a very busy morning planned for his captives.
"When you sit in bondage, Ned, you keep your chest pointed out, and you keep your legs spread." When Ned failed to react, Evans simply said "You do remember my rule: I'll discipline the other one if one of you misbehaves, and since Otto is heading downstairs to bring Vin up for a little fun, well." Ned sighed, and Evans grinned as he widened the space between his feet and pushed out his chest. Evans couldn't resist. He rubbed his fingers over Ned's nipples through his shirt and watched Ned's eyes close, and his head roll back.
"You were SUCH a great fuck last night, Ned. I wanted to take you a second time."
"YOU DID" Ned yelled before his nipples got a harder squeeze from Evans. "Trust me, sweet pea, once I start alternating with Vin, you'll be wanting my cock WAY more than you want it now." The swagger came out in Ned as he spat out "You mean more than ZERO?" even though he knew he was lying. Ned liked sex, period. He wasn't badly endowed, with 5.5 cut inches, and women didn't seem to complain. For men, it was a different story. No one complained about getting topped by Ned, but that was because he wasn't interested in topping men. No Sir. A product of a childhood with too many cowboy and spy programs, Ned's interests in men were directed toward guys who dismissed his arrogance, and essentially took control of him. There was a part of him that truly enjoyed the way Evans had just taken him and continued to do so, but he did NOT enjoy the fact that Evans clearly knew it. There were times when Ned fantasized about eventually submitting to a masculine, dominant man who would keep him in line, but a man like Evans was not who came to mind to him. And yet, every single time Evans had done something to him, be it tickling, fucking, anything, he felt aroused.
Evans' obsession with Vin took Otto by surprise. He had been with Evans for about ten years, and he knew his Master's taste in men. When he suggested "dates" to Evans, they were always of a type that Ned fell into. If they had a military background, it was a plus (Otto assumed it was because Evans' father, his grandfather, and three uncles had all been uniformed servicemen). Vin looked about as far from a military man as you could imagine. He was about 5'11, lean but not thin, with a look that suggested he was always hungry, which was far from the truth. He had a receding hairline and a bald spot, and an unkempt moustache which Evans planned to "redress" once he had opened Vin up. He was covered with thick, black hair, unlike the fine blond, then gray, fuzz that covered Ned, and his background -- half Italian, half Middle Eastern -- gave him a decided exotic look, as compared to the pure WASP look that Ned had.
While he wasn't a clotheshorse the way Ned was, his colleagues, especially the women who worked with him in the Scios back office, made sure that he dressed well. It was necessary for the position he held: Vin was one of the three top computer scientists at Scios. He worked long hours, and always had been studious: first as a boy, and now as a man. He occasionally got a glance from a woman, very rarely from a man, and he never noticed them until the day that Julia had been so overt about it. He detested having sexual urges and had gone so far as to schedule his masturbation times for twice a week, in mid evening, before he ordered in dinner. He presumed his 4-inch cut cock wouldn't satisfy anyone. And that was fine with Vin
Evans was obsessed with him, especially when he learned that Vin was a virgin. "I haven't had one of those ever, Otto."
"A time for everything Master Evans," was all that Otto remarked.
"Indeed. And soon." Otto was in the basement dungeon right now, bringing a change of clothing to Vin.
"Good morning, Mr. Fassio. I do hope you slept well." Vin was usually sour in the morning, and that morning was no exception. "Why do you work for such a bastard, Otto?"
"I will let Master Evans know of your concern about my employment status, Mr. Fassio. Now, as you might expect, I have brought you clothing for the day. I will be bringing you to see Master Evans when you have completed your morning routine and have dressed."
"What if I refuse to go with you?" Otto sighed. "I presume, Mr. Fassio, that you recall that the dungeon is under surveillance. And I'm sure you also recall Master Evans' reminder that any misbehavior by either of you will result in disciplinary action for the other. Surely you do not want to see Mr. Hemmings suffer in any way." Otto had to choke back a bit of a smile at that comment. He knew what Evans had planned for that day, and Vin WOULD be seeing Ned suffer, just as Ned would be seeing Vin receive punishment.
"One day, we'll figure out how to get out of here, Otto and then, you'll be sorry."
Otto ignored the comments and added "I have arranged for one of the extra rooms upstairs to serve as your bedroom, Mr. Fassio. Master Evans feels that the dungeon cell is adequate for a captive to understand his situation, but not for long-term use. While I do not agree with him, they are his rules. Now, if you would hurry along. Keep in mind that Master Evans needs to be kept busy and I'm sure that Mr. Hemmings is learning that far more than we are."
At that moment, Evans was explaining the early plans to Ned. "I'm going to explore Vin's ticklishness this morning, Ned. And then, heh heh... I'm sure you recall how much you enjoyed it when I rimmed you."
"I HATED IT FUCKER" Ned lied.
"OH, remind me to ask you the question again when it's YOUR turn for tickling. You certainly didn't seem to hate it. I seem to recall a rather substantial `boner' at the time. The reminder about his reaction aggravated Ned. He squirmed in the ropes. Clearly, he had made absolutely no progress in figuring out how to escape, and if he thought Vin could help him, it was certainly not going to be via physical means.
"Master Evans, Mr. Fassio is ready for you." As they walked up the stairs, Vin began to feel the vibrating butt plug tingle his insides. He had lost track of time since his capture, and he needed to masturbate. He didn't know if the vibrator put him off sequence, or if he were late, but he couldn't recall as strong a need as he felt now.
"Ah, Mr. Fassio, you DO look exceptionally good in a blue shirt, I have to say." He looked at Ned. "I don't see blue as Mr. Hemmings' strongest color profile, so I suspect that we won't have much of an overlap in your, shall we say, `peacocking'." He laughed. "So, Vin, to the best of your knowledge you are NOT ticklish.
"No, I'm NOT ticklish. I know that for a fact."
"Well, I think I need to establish that for myself." He motioned to the bed. "You've spread eagled before, Vin. You know what to do."
"LEAVE HIM ALONE. YOU REALLY WANNA TORTURE ME, SO JUST DO IT," Ned yelled.
"You're right, Ned, I DO wish to torture you, and I will. But this morning belongs to Vin." He stepped behind Ned and rested his hands on Ned's shoulders. "Ned can tell you how quickly a massage can become painful Vin, and then you can discover the same. Please take the position I have instructed you to take." Defeated, Vin got on the bed. Evans secured his wrists, then his ankles. He slipped Vin's shoes off.
"There is SO MUCH" to be learned about you, Vin. Your sexual hot spots, for example, whether you enjoy pain or not, and what we will explore today: ticklishness." He ran a fingernail over one of Vin's soles. Vin flinched and tried to pull his foot back. "Well, Sir, you were not lying to me about the status of your feet." Evans two hands looked like claws, as he got to work on Vin's feet. In contrast to the loud laughter that came out of Ned, Vin's laughter was forced, and restrained. It was as if the laughter had a component of pain to it.
"Oh, this is SO much fun, Vin. I don't suppose you see the impact it is having on me, even after having had Ned twice last night?"
Vin was squirming on the bed, his neck twisting back and forth. "Oh, I can tell. I can tell. You LOVE seeing me suffer, bastard."
"Now, Vin...LOVE it may be too strong, considering the other things I plan to do to you, but yes, I do enjoy it. Now, enough with your feet. Let's move on to other spots." He opened Vin's shirt. "I STILL have to consider what to do with all this hairiness. Waxing you the way I did Ned might be too challenging, and I fear my barbering tools may be insufficient. I would rather not use radiant light to kill the cells, but..." He grinned and picked up a pinwheel in each hand. He rolled then very, very lightly over each of Vin's sides. "OH FUCK," Vin muttered. "AH, so you ARE ticklish my beautiful dark-haired man." He turned to Ned. "Are you enjoying the sounds of a man being tickle tortured, Ned? I hope so. Because then you can understand a bit of the joy I get from tickling you."
"Isn't CLOSE to the joy I'm gonna have kicking your ass!" He yelled.
"Nor close to the joy I get FUCKING yours," Evans responded. "And soon, yours Vin. Now, let's check those pits." Instead of the pinwheels, Evans went back to using his fingers. Now, Vin's laughter went from the pained sounds of before to out and out howling. His voice was rough, and ragged, and he fought to try to avoid Evans' fingers, but it was useless.
"Oh, my. The schedule is going to get VERY crowded, I'm afraid. Each of you will need tickling every day." He moved to open the locks on Vin's ankles.
"Now I have a special treat for you today, Vin. Yes, it is time..." He moved to Vin's belt buckle, and opened it "to replace the butt plug, but I have a special treat for you first." He moved away from the bed for a minute and went back to Ned. "You will get too excited over this Ned, that I know. Open your mouth please." In response, Ned clamped his jaws shut. Evans bent down and rubbed his own unshaven chin against Ned's ear. "Perhaps you'd like a THIRD fucking before your own tickling session, Ned?"
"FUCK. HERE" He opened his mouth and Evans tied a bandana between Ned's lips. "My favorite type of gag. So simple, and so effective." He turned back to Vin and removed his trousers.
"Well, let's call it the little engine that could." He laughed as he took Vin's balls in his hands. "I do not suppose you have ever heard of `rimming' Vin." In fact, Vin had. He had read about it, and it intrigued him.
"Prepare yourself for your first rim job, Fassio. And pay attention because tomorrow, you will be doing the honors for Ned." Evans pushed Vin's legs into the air. Vin struggled, but it would have been hard to tell. Evans spread his legs apart, and then his tongue went in. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK" came out of Vin. Evans stopped for a minute. "It seems, Mr. Fassio, that you like it." He turned to Ned. "I'm hard pressed to tell who moans louder, but I guess we have to factor in Mr. Fassio's inexperience. Now, where was I?" He dove back in. He could hear Ned moaning through his gag. He was jealous, that was for sure, and Evans knew his plan was working.
He ate out Vin for about fifteen minutes until the moaning and squirming had abated. Vin was exhausted. Evan lay next to him.
"Now, you really seem to need to ejaculate Vin. Am I right?" Evans put a hand around Vin's cock and stroked it. A very weak "yes," came out of him.
"There are SO many ways I could take care of this. I really do want to train you to be an excellent cocksucker, Ned, but not for today.
"mmmmmmmmmph," Ned moaned in relief. He thought that sucking Vin was in his future.
"I'm going to take care of this for you, Vin, but not until after, we get a bigger set of training wheels in that cute ass of yours." He picked up a 4-inch butt plug. "More than half-way there, Vin. Once we get to seven, we'll have a deflowering ceremony. Maybe we'll invite your colleagues, HA HA HA. Or mine. Watching someone lose their virginity is a treat. "He twisted the toy into Vin's ass. "See how much easier it is when you've been lubricated, Vin? The larger plug popped right into him. "Now, I am not sure I've said this, but it bears repeating: neither of you use your dicks without my permission." Evans began sliding his hand up and down Vin's dick. "Is that clear, Vin?" He moaned "Yes, yes, it is." Ned saw the smile play across Evans' face and his lips form the words "You are gonna get it this afternoon, sexy" as Vin began pumping his hips. His ankles weren't held down and his legs shook, and he moaned and then another sound tore out of him, as a quantity of jizz disproportionate to the size of his dick came out of Vin.
"I DO so love it when my boys climax. It starts my day off so well. Now, to business, Otto has undoubtedly told you about your quarters, so we will go there now. You'll have some ability to organize things." He looked at Ned. "And do not worry, sweet boy. When Vin is ready for deflowering, there will be a separate room for you as well. And then, whomever I desire on a given night shall share my bed with me. You should shower there, Vin, and get dressed again. And relax. Mr. Hemmings has not been tickled yet today, and it is HIS turn."
Evans led Vin to what would be his bedroom. Otto was there walking in small circles.
"Master Evans, I have assumed you'll want me to help Mr. Fassio adapt this room to his particular requirements."
"MY REQUIREMENTS ARE THAT YOU LET ME THE FUCK GO," Vin snapped. Otto said nothing, but Evans put a firm hand on the back of Vin's neck. Vin couldn't fight: that he knew. That's why he had developed the protective device that Evans had disabled.
"Now, Vin, you KNOW I'm not letting you go. At least not for a good long time. And Vin," he squeezed Vin's neck. "Remember the rule about misbehavior. I'm about to go back to give Ned the equivalent of what you just received, and I'm afraid because of your comment, I'll have to make things a bit more...strenuous."
"NO. NO. PLEASE. I didn't mean to upset you, Mr. Evans. Is there some way that I can do something to mitigate things?" When Vin saw the big smile on Evans face he wished he hadn't made the offer.
"Tomorrow, when we move you to a five-inch butt plug, you will insert it yourself. And then you will prepare Ned for my cock, the way I prepared you for your insert today. You may also be called upon to begin to train in sucking cock." While Evans said all of this, the plug was vibrating because Evans was so near. The new, larger plug, the vibrations, and the scene he had just been put through, had weakened Vin.
"Yes. I'll do anything you say. Only please don't harm Ned because of what I do. Please."
"Turn around," Evans ordered Vin, and he did so. He felt Evans wrap his arms around his waist. "Try to get out, Vin. Go ahead." It was difficult for Evans not to laugh at the almost fly swatter like punches that landed on his arms. "Now feel this." He pulled Vin tighter to him. "That's an erection Fassio. That's what you're feeling. And you know who gave me that? YOU did. But I'm gonna need to go and use Ned because you're not ready yet. But when you are... Vin, you're gonna be sore for at least a week. Trust me." He nibbled the lobe of Vin's ear. Vin moaned. "Yeah, the two of you are alike in so many ways. Tender ears are one of them. "He let Vin go. "Otto, help Vin get himself settled before I make a mess."
"Very good Sir. Mr. Fassio let's start with your wardrobe and begin finding appropriate places to put things.
Evans went back to his suite, where Ned remained bound and gagged in the chair. Evans had to admit to himself he couldn't tell if Ned were angry, scared, frustrated, horny, something else, or all of the above. What he knew, however, was that when he saw his hunky captive tied up like he was, his cock got even harder.
"Guess who's getting the trifecta today, Ned? That'd be you. And you can blame your sexy friend Vin for getting me so aroused.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH" Ned squirmed and tried to protest. He was thinking "then take it out on Vin, not me. I'm damn sore." Evans left the gag on Ned but untied his wrists. As soon as he did, Ned struggled, and he felt the iron bar of Evans' arms pinning his arms behind him.
"Nope. Nope, nope, nope. You've felt my hard-on before, and you can feel it now. Who's gonna take care of that?" When Ned didn't make a sound, Evans covered his ear with his mouth. "I asked you, Ned, who's taking care of that."
"mmme" came out of Ned's gag.
"That's right. And we're gonna switch things up because this time, I'm taking you from behind. So GET YOUR ASS ON THAT BED. LAY ON YOUR BELLY."
Ned had been fucked by a man so infrequently that he could remember all of them. This would be the first time a man took him from behind. He felt Evans slip his hand underneath him and open up the trousers. He slid them down.
"Make you a deal, stud. Since I'm taking your ass again, I won't tickle you this morning. Not that you have an option. Your options are to get fucked without tickling, or to get fucked and then tickled. You going with the first one, hunk?" Ned shook his head `yes'. He hoped that Evans hadn't notice his own hard-on when he slipped down his pants. Then when he felt Evans on top of him, Evans whispered "Glad I'm not the only one who found that scene hot, Ned. We'll figure out some compensation if you really wanna jerk when I'm done with you."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH" Ned cried in pain. Now he knew why Evans had kept him gagged: he didn't waste time, but plunged into his ass immediately. He had never done that before and now, he pulled back very, very slowly. He left the tip of his cock at the entrance to Ned's butt. Then he started sliding in slowly. Ned felt him grab his hair and pull his head back slightly.
"GOD, do I enjoy fucking you, Ned. I will NEVER know why I waited three years." He pushed in all the way again. "You know, this taking your ass a couple times a day is a really good idea. I think I may have to do it regularly." As Evans slid back and forth, Ned closed his eyes and tried to enjoy what was happening. He was astounded that it wasn't hard. It felt good. Evans' cock was getting him as excited as he had ever been during sex. He wasn't tied down, but Evans had his hands securely on Ned's wrists.
"Someone suggested that after I captured you, stud, I sell you to the highest bidder, because I'm not the only person interested in your ass. Best thing I ever did was ignore that advice." Evans pushed hard one more time, and another nut cracked as Evans third orgasm poured into Ned's ass.
"Yeah, you're gonna be sore. Get used to it. You're my captive and I can do whatever the hell I want to do with you. Like this." Ned felt his wrists pulled behind him, and then he felt a necktie getting wrapped around them tying them behind him. His pants were still down, and Evans lay him on his side.
"I gave your buddy a handjob, the lease I can do for you, stud, is give you one too. And you know, I think I've decided. When I'm done, I'm gonna leave you here, hogtied. I'll have to go over and do that to Vin too. Gonna have to start treating the two of you equally." As he stroked Ned, he told him "next time I take your ass, Vin is gonna lube you up. With his tongue. And when we celebrate Vin's coming of age, you'll be doing it to him."
"mmmmhmmmm" Ned shook his head no, even though he knew he had absolutely nothing to say about it. And Evans was jerking him so well, it was so good, so comfortable.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH" Ned exploded, and Evans laughed.
"Good boy! But I think we can't ask Otto to clean up this mess, so that's your job when I decide to untie you. For now, let me finish you up." He grabbed Ned's ankles, pulled them to his wrists, and left him in a hogtie.
"Now let me go visit your new best friend." Ned heard a little bit of a commotion, but that was soon followed by the unmistakable sounds of Vin complaining through his gag.
Evans looked at his watch. "Goodness, the morning's nearly over. OTTO! Let's go meet downstairs. I need for you to start planning what projects Vin will be working on after he's deflowered."
"Very good Sir. I've already outlined what is beyond my ability in the computer room. I hope you'll approve."