Vin had some trouble sleeping in the new room. Foolishly, he didn't think that the door locked from outside, so after Evans and Otto had made sure he was in the new bedroom and he heard their footsteps move away, he tried to open the door with no success. He looked around to see if there was SOMETHING that he might use to try to pry the door open, or a window, or anything. Again, nothing. There was a cabinet in the corner, with a combination lock on it. He laughed: he knew enough about algorithms so that he could figure out the combination easily, and he did. He opened it and found a collection of the kind of toys Evans had been using in the basement dungeon. Before he could pick up any of them, he felt the tingling in the butt plug. The door opened.
"Can't keep a good spy from snooping, huh Vin?"
"Guilty as charged," Vin spat out.
"Well, I didn't tell you that you COULDN'T pry, but I also didn't tell you that the lock is keyed to the same device that allows me to do: this." Vin cried out in surprise: the pulse in the butt plug just got stronger, and he doubled over.
"Those toys are for me to use on you when we have our private sessions. Now, I'm gonna relock the chest and you, Mr. Fassio -- you are going to keep away from it, aren't you?" He increased the voltage again.
"YES! YES! I WON'T TOUCH IT." Evans lowered the charge.
"You might better spend your time looking at what's in your wardrobe closet. Soon, you'll be choosing your own outfits -- after we have our deflowering ceremony. HA HA HA. Pretty soon, Vinny."
Vin winced at the nickname. He hated it. He was about to say, "my name is VIN," but thought better of it. He knew that there was probably discipline coming his way, and he didn't want to add to it.
"You get a good night's sleep, Vinny. You're gonna be very busy tomorrow. I can't wait." Evans gave his evil smile before he closed the door.
Vin tried to sleep, but some of the things that Evans had said that day were resonating in his head, in addition to Vin's anxiety about what Evans was calling "deflowering day." Evans had said that Vin was supposed to lube up Ned. He guessed that meant the kind of rimming he had received when he was first captured. Thinking about that was inadvertently giving him stiffy. And then, Evans kept on talking about blow jobs. Vin had never had one or given one, but he remembered colleagues raving about "great head" they had gotten, or complaining about "bad head," and then going into some detail.
Without thinking, he wrapped his hand around his cock. He didn't expect to be hard and ready to shoot so soon after what had happened to him but...those thoughts... He remembered that Evans had said they didn't have permission to jerk off unless he approved it, and he hadn't. He was already in trouble. He started humping the bed, thinking that technically, that wasn't jerking off. He came close, very close, until he remembered another moment with Evans when he said "I can torture you because I want to. I don't need any reason. Don't give me any."
"I have to get out of here," Vin said to himself. "I don't know how yet."
"I have a big day planned for both of you tomorrow, Ned. You should get some sleep." Evans was rubbing his chin against Ned's left ear.
"If you'll let me. You're probably gonna wake me up and fuck me a few times," he said bitterly.
"NAH. Not tonight. I need you fully charged tomorrow, fully charged." He pulled Ned closer to him and when Ned resisted, Evans hooked his arm underneath Ned's and rolled him to his back. He sat across Ned's chest.
"Listen up, stud. I'm not planning on fucking you, but that doesn't mean that I may not -- PLAY with you." He grabbed both of Ned's nipples. "And you know what turns me on almost as much as seeing your ass? Or hearing you laugh when I tickle you? You trying to resist." He began squeezing Ned's nipples and when Ned led out a moan, he smiled.
"You see how HARD I am? Even when I'm not planning to plant my cock in you? Well, that's all your doing, sexy bastard. "He took a breath. "Know what? I changed my mind." He tossed the blanket off the bed and grabbed Ned's legs.
"NO. COME ON. YOU DID ME THREE TIMES TODAY."
"Oh, well, it's probably past midnight so we're starting on a new day." He pushed Ned's legs back so far, Ned felt like an envelope being folded, and then Evans' newly erect cock moved in. He pushed in steadily, pausing whenever he saw Ned's expression change.
"AH. That look when you go from pleasure, to pain, and back to pleasure again." He began sliding in and out of Ned's ass. "It's such a shame you didn't take a different career path, Ned. You coulda started porn as the cute young blond bottom, mature into the older one in suit and tie films, and finally ended a career as a leather bottom. DAMN." He shoved in, hard. "But then again, you'd probably be someone else's baby, and not mine." He began sliding faster and whispered "worth the wait, butt stud. Worth every second of it." He pulled back and rested his cock at the point where he knew Ned's prostate lie, and as Ned squirmed, he shot. "You're gonna try to tell me I'm forcing you, but you know what, Nedstud? You've got a hard-on."
"IT'S BECAUSE YOU MANIPULATED MY PROSTATE!" Ned cried. "I did NOT enjoy that."
"Yeah, you did. Whether you admit it or not. You'll admit it to yourself. You DID enjoy it. Just like you're gonna enjoy everything I have planned for you when we begin again. Now roll over. Get your rest."
"Mr. Fassio it seems you've had a restive night. I can provide you with a sleeping aid this evening if you would like," Otto had opened the door after knocking loudly enough to wake Vin.
"How could you tell?" he asked, and Otto made a small smile.
"Mr. Fassio, we should not play games with each other. I know that you recognized me as soon as you were brought to the estate and know that I WAS the head of Verdant's computer surveillance department for many years." Vin shook his head. "Yes, I thought that was you. You simply disappeared." Now Otto laughed. "Ah, the sad truths about the truncation of stories in the news. But that's irrelevant. How did I know? Now that I've told you what I did, perhaps you can deduce it, given your own vast experience."
"Carbon dioxide and respiration meters. They're clearly in the room."
"Indeed they are. And that is all you need to know about that aspect of the estate, Mr. Fassio. What you need to know for this morning is that Master Evans would like you to wear casual clothing for the morning: a polo shirt and shorts. "He sniffled in disdain. "Proper attire will be required later; however, for this morning's activities, that is appropriate." He went to Vin's closet. "I would suggest these white shorts, and perhaps this striped shirt. No white shirts, Mr. Fassio. That will be saved for the deflowering ceremony."
"Otto, can you tell me more about that?"
"I'm afraid not, Mr. Fassio. For now, kindly prepare yourself and then meet with Master Evans and Mr. Hemmings in a half hour. "He turned, closed the door and, before Vin could run to stop him, locked it.
"FUCK!" thought Vin. "I didn't want to think about that but, I don't have any choice now, do I?" He felt a buzz go through the plug and he heard footsteps. Clearly, Evans was bringing Ned downstairs. He'd best hurry.
"AH, Vinny, so glad you could join us." Vin's face contorted a bit at the "Vinny."
"Yes, I know you hate the name, and that is why I will use it. Torture comes in various ways. Please help yourself to some breakfast. Then we will retire to the basement. Today is, shall we say, a day for learning your new duties and for reinforcing old ones." Vin looked at Ned to see if he could get any idea of what was happening. Ned clearly didn't know. Vin did know that the vibrations in the plug had stopped. Evans must have turned it off. "If we've all finished, let's proceed downstairs."
"Like we have a choice," Vin muttered. Then he felt the vibrator again and he saw the smile on Evans' face.
"Yet another example of why some of us can't have nice things. Let us go, gentlemen."
In the basement, Evans began speaking. "Each of you will learn something new today. Consider it part of your repertoire as newly minted sex slaves. Both are very important. Vinny, kindly remove your shorts, and proceed to the X cross. Ned, you'll put your hands behind your back right now." Resigned, Ned did so. As Evans tied Ned's wrists, he purred "those shorts fit you well. VERY well, Ned. I will make a note of that."
Vin sullenly took off his shorts and got against the cross. "Position, Vinny. You know the correct one." Another groan, but Vin put his wrists and ankles where they needed to be for Evans to activate automatic restraints.
"Sucking cock is something every submissive needs to learn -- and before I have an argument from either of you, you ARE submissives in training. Let me explain the future for both of you: I am enjoying myself tremendously, and will continue to do so; however, at some point, I will be directing my full attention to only one of you on a given day. On that day, the other will be assigned to entertain whomever I deem worthy of your endearments. It's important that you perform at a level that I expect, and since neither of you are so trained, we begin today." He turned to Ned. "Ned, please position yourself on your knees. Close enough so that your mouth can contact Vinny's dick." He laughed. "In other words, get really close." He saw the anger cross Vin's face and the red color.
"OH, being your first is going to be SUCH a delight. I suspect you will immediately accept your role once that cherry has been picked, Vinny." He stood next to Ned. "Your facial hair can make this rather uncomfortable for your friend, so I would suggest you be careful; however: as I know that you have been on the receiving end of these albeit from ...women, show me what you got, stud."
"NED PLEASE. DON'T." Vin's face took on a desperate look and he struggled against the restraints.
"Vinny, this IS happening. Should you struggle too much, it IS possible that Ned will leave tooth marks, or scruff scrapings, and they can be very uncomfortable." He pulled Ned's hair.
"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GET TO WORK."
"Oh God, please..." Ned thought to himself before he put his lips on Vin's cock head. The three of them were stunned by how Vin's cock reacted. "The engine that could" certainly could at that point. It swelled. It got longer. And harder. And Ned, who thought this was going to be easy, found himself challenged, as he slid on Vin's cock.
"Good technique, Mr. Hemmings. Now, tease your client. Make him enjoy it. Slide. Remember, a blow job without moaning is like an egg without salt."
"DAMN THIS FEELS GOOD" Vin found his mind exploding with sensation. He had never felt something like this, and he wanted more. The fact that a handsome man was doing it added to it, but what made it sweeter was that, at least at Scios, field agents like Ned were always looked at as superior men, far more "macho" than the computer jocks. And yet, now, one of THEM was sucking HIS cock.
"It will be your turn in the future, Vinny; however, for now, you will watch Ned and you will learn." He chuckled. "Let's be honest, gentlemen. While I doubt either of you could do it, had I had you practice on MY cock, you would think very seriously of biting it. Trust me: it is MUCH harder to collect the fortitude to do that than you may think."
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH," a long sigh of contentment came out of Vin, as Ned's shoulders began to ache. "Me thinks that Vinny may be very close to the edge. Are you ready to go off schedule and jerk off, Vinny?"
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH," Vin was having trouble speaking "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH GOD. OOOOOOOOOOOOOH. DON'T STOP NED, PLEASE. DON'T, STOPPPPPPPPPP!!!!" Then the inexperienced man blew a load. Ned tried to pull back and Evans stopped him.
"SWALLOW EVERY DROP." Ned had no choice. Evans had a tight grip on the back of his neck, and he wasn't letting go, not until the very last spasm had left Vin's body.
"Ha ha. For the first time since I inserted the butt plug, Vinny, I presume you were glad for the vibrations. They certainly helped, did they not." A weak "yes" came out of Vin.
"Ned, was that the first blow job you've ever given?"
"YOU KNOW IT WAS" Ned growled, and Evans laughed. "Well, you've just gained yourself a bit of punishment, Ned. I know for a fact that you've given two. That was NOT the work of a first timer. I look forward to when I'll be serviced by you."
"DREAM ON" he muttered.
"Now, to continue: Vinny, you have been doing so well with reception of the butt plugs, that today, rather than moving from four to five, we are going to move to six." He waited until the look of shock passed over Vin's face. "And none other than Mr. Hemmings is going to remove the current one and insert the new one."
"NO, PLEASE. Don't make me do that. PLEASE" Ned was pleading.
"Are you afraid you'll hurt your friend, Vinny? You shouldn't, Ned. It's going to slide in very easily. Vinny is quite well lubricated from the current one, and you will lube the new one thoroughly as well. And you should begin to become accustomed to them, Ned, because when you are not underneath me, and not serving a client, you will be wearing them in the future. Now..." He untied Ned's wrists and handed him the lube, and the six-inch toy. "Get to work".
"You're gonna pay for this," Ned was thinking, even though he had no idea HOW Evans was going to pay for it. He looked at Vin. "Sorry, guy." He smeared a thick coating of lube on the newer, longer plug. Then he took the base of the one already in Vin and pulled. The "Pop" sound it made almost made him laugh.
"I could've taken it out myself, asshole" Vin hissed at Evans who said "Indeed, you could have. But humiliation is part of your training, Vinny, and I am not sure which of you is more humiliated. PROCEED HEMMINGS." Ned gulped and tried not to look at Vin. He began inserting it. When Vin moaned in a bit of pain, he stopped. "KEEP GOING HEMMINGS. ALL THE WAY TO THE BASE." Vin felt tears welling up, and he bit his lip. It wasn't so much because of the pain of the plug, but because he knew, this was the last one. After he had worn this one for a day, or longer, Evans would take him.
Evans tested the vibrator function to make sure it worked. "Excellent. How do you feel, Vinny"
"NO COMMENT."
"You look...content." Evans released the bonds. "Please put your clothing back on. It is time for you to take care of Mr. Hemmings. Ned, fully undressed and in front of me. Now." As Vin dressed, he saw Evans reach over to a side table where there were various implements that looked a little scary. He picked up one, that was a metal ring with what appeared to be a sinker on it.
"My variation on a ball spreader." He reached out and grabbed Ned's cock. "Once I've got this on you, it's going to REALLY annoy you, Ned. And, once you're on that table, it's gonna annoy you even more, because your balls are gonna be hanging through that hole. This sinker... well, you can figure it out." When he saw Ned's face, he laughed. "I TOLD you there would be punishment. Now, get on the table. Face down. Vinny, get over here too. You have some training." Ned knew it wouldn't do any good to fight, so he got onto the table. He winced when Evans yanked his balls through the hole and yelped when the sinker pulled.
"Someone's gonna get something he REALLY likes, Ned, from someone who REALLY doesn't know what he's doing." Ned felt his wrists secured tightly, and then Evans yanked his legs really hard, and spread them until they hurt. He secured Ned's legs at the ankle, and at the knee.
"Look at that ass, Vinny. Isn't it gorgeous?"
"Whatever" Vin answered.
"Looks good enough to eat, right?"
"OH SHIT" Ned thought. He figured out what was about to happen.
"Remember how much you liked it when I rimmed you early on, Vinny? Well, I'm sure Ned is going to feel the same way: but you're gonna do it."
"NO I'M NOT." Vin turned and tried to run to the stairs. A sharp increase in the vibrator's power stopped him.
"Turn around and get back here. Right now." Bent over and wincing, Vin answered.
"OK OK. Just stop that. PLEASE." He came over.
"Think of bobbing for apples, Vinny. Some really good reamers can get all the way into the prostate. And Ned LOVES to have his prostate stimulated. So will you stud. Now, get going."
"It's ok, Vin. I'm clean." Ned remembered that Vin had an almost pathological fear of germs. Still, Vin hesitated and got another shot from the butt plug vibrator. He bent down and tentatively touched his tongue to Ned's hole. Ned jumped and when he did, the sinker weight pulled his cock right back down.
"OH FUCK" he yelled. "YOU'RE A GODDAMN SICKO, EVANS!"
"But a brilliant one, Ned. Another ingenious combination if I say so myself. If you move too much, and make things difficult for our rookie, you'll find yourself in a great deal of distress. Continue, Vinny."
Truth to be told, Vin found that he was enjoying this. He could hear that Ned was making very soft moans, and even though he hadn't captured Ned, or tied him up, he was getting a charge out of fantasizing that Ned was HIS prisoner: that HE had captured this hot stud hero and was torturing him.
Ned's sphincter muscles began to relax, and Vin's tongue drove in deeper. The moans got louder, and Ned couldn't keep his body still.
"Now, Vinny, next step. You've got him nice and juiced. Put your finger in his ass." Vin hesitated.
"I SAID PUT YOUR FINGER IN HIS ASS, SLAVE."
"Go ahead, Vin. I like how it feels. "Vin's hand was shaking, but he got his finger in. "Now, a second one. You're finger fucking someone, hairy man. Look at that. I may turn you into a top after all, HAH HAH."
"Why am I liking this so much?" Vin asked himself. "This is SICK, and I LIKE it."
"Move your fingers around. Find out what your bottom likes. Listen to the sounds he makes. "
Evans made Vin continue for about ten minutes. Then he had him stand by the side as he released the sinker from Ned's ball spreader, while he left the spreader on him. When Ned was untied, Evans told them they could have a half hour to rest, but then they were continuing with the day's tickling.
"And Vinny, I'm giving you advanced notice. I've decided that you'll be shaved for your deflowering ceremony. That will happen tonight or tomorrow morning. But you will be smooth." He left the basement. Vin looked at Ned.
"I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you." Ned waved him off. "We're both having to do things we never thought we'd have to do. Any thoughts on getting out of here." Vin snorted. "NO. That's the problem. He seems to have thought of everything, and Otto, well..." He told Ned the backstory on Otto, at least what he could recall.
"So he's working the whole computer system that keeps this place going. Vin, once you start working with him, you have to see if..."
"A step ahead of you, Ned. I know what I gotta do. OH SHIT. He's back." The vibrations restarted and they both heard Evan's footsteps.
"Don't the two of you look like two straight boy dad jocks who came back home after playing sports all day. Well, let's now assume that a stalker has captured both of you, and you're both going to be tortured until you reveal safe combinations. Both of you on the floor." In minutes, Ned and Vin were lying next to each other, hogtied. "One of the dirty little secrets people don't want you to know about them, is how ticklish the backs of their legs are. And since the two of you are wearing shorts..." Evans positioned himself in the middle of the two captives. He began tickling the back of Ned's right knee and Vin's left, using one hand on each. Ned was clearly the more ticklish one, but Vin was suffering too. Then he reached over to the further legs and began working over them. He had them screaming with laughter. "At some point, we'll play for real stakes boys: whoever gives up first, will get fucked. But for now." He rolled each one over and pushed up their shirts. Then the tickling began again. Then at some point he stopped tickling Ned and concentrated completely on Vin. "Because, Ned, I have something in mind for you while I'm shaving Vinny." He turned back to Vin. "And I'm just gonna dig in until I hear you say, "PLEASE SHAVE ME MR EVANS." "NO. NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA. PLEASE STOP. PLEASE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA." Vin lasted about five minutes, then it came out "Please shave me Mr. Evans."
"Say it louder so Ned can hear you."
"PLEASE SHAVE ME MR EVANS."
"Ah, and so I will. You'll have to strip again, but not you, Ned. You sit in the chair. Get ready for a standard chair tie. And you'll be introduced to my Japanese friend, Mr. Hitachi.