"Good morning, Mr. Hemmings. I trust you slept well last night." Otto was at the door of the cellar cage, and he was inserting a key. He had a small trolley with a large sort of laundry bag with him.
"It was fine, Otto." Ned stood there naked. He was getting used to that. Evans was clearly very invested in how he looked and dressed, and as he spoke with Otto, the man was handing clothing through the now opened door.
"I am certainly able to assist you, Mr. Hemmings, but if you would prefer to do so yourself, that too is fine. As I understand Master Evans has advised you, last night was your last night in this cell. You'll be moving to Master Evans chambers as of today, so I would ask you to gather whatever belongings you wish with you, as anything left behind will be destroyed. We will have need of the cell shortly."
"Moving to Evans' chambers?" Ned looked at Otto. "You mean?" He saw a smile play across Otto's face.
"I will attempt to answer what I believe is your question Mr. Hemmings. If you had another question in mind, please let me know. You will be sharing Master Evans' bed hereafter."
"WHAT?" Ned exclaimed. "FUCK THAT. I'm his prisoner I'm not his bitch!" Otto's smile got larger.
"I would suggest that you express that displeasure to Master Evans himself, and to choose an appropriate time to do so, Sir. I will simply advise you as Master Evans already has: he has planned for you to join him here for a bit over 3 years, and I believe you have learned, he can be very persuasive." Otto paused for a minute as Ned paced the cell.
"It IS a lot to take in Mr. Hemmings. If you wish, I can wait half an hour before I truly must complete my duties and make sure you are having breakfast with Master Evans. "
"No, Otto, it's ok. It's not your issue. Thank you. There isn't much here, so it won't take long." The clothes that Evans had provided over the last couple of days went into the basket, and Ned took the leather jacket that he had been wearing when he was captured. Otto had advised him that he didn't need toiletries: there would be plenty in Master Evan's bath suite, but Ned should make sure that he was washed and dressed well. Ned looked at the clothes: a heavy yellow oxford button-down, and black slacks.
"Again, Mr. Hemmings, the appropriate way to present yourself is as if you were going to work. One button opened at your throat will be sufficient. Master Evans may choose otherwise, but he will address that himself. "He paused. "At breakfast, Master Evans will present you with an outline of your schedule. Welcome to the household, Mr. Hemmings. Many others have duties here besides me, and they are all eager to meet you."
While Ned was engaged with Otto, Evans was looking over the schedule. He would mutter "yes, yes," every now and then, as he read through the lines. In the morning: the tickling hour. He would be somewhat gentle today, and he wouldn't be working on especially sensitive personal areas, but that would change as Ned became more accustomed to this hour. For today, there would be a shaving: he hadn't forgotten that he had only taken Ned's chest hair. He was trying to decide whether he would, as he called it "trim the bush" or "clear the pits." There would also be time for Ned's introduction to the computer room. He'd be working there for several hours a day once he had been fully integrated into the household, but not today: today, he'd also spend at least an hour simply bound, perhaps gagged, following Evans' instructions, and learning how reward and punishment worked in the household. "AH. My favorite part of the experience of being here," Evans looked at the schedule for after lunch: the role play session was one he relished. It would change, every day, and today he had a good one planned. He checked to make sure that the Velcro glove was ready. Then he checked to make sure that the ankle restraint was in its proper place under his bed: there would be time when he would need to be away from the estate, and while he certainly could leave Otto in charge, or lock Ned back in the cage, he preferred not to. Indeed, it certainly looked as if the cage were going to be occupied as of that night: Julia had called him in the morning.
"Evans, I'm pleased to report everything is going well."
"Is it? Tell me everything." She laughed. "Well, Vin left unsatisfied last night. He walked me home, clearly hoping that I would invite him upstairs. He looked a bit ill when I told him that not on the first date, but if he wanted to spend tonight together, I was available." Her tinkly laugh followed. "If he didn't wear such cheap pants, I might not have noticed, but the bulge that formed when he said `well, yes, I believe I'm free' was quite substantial."
"And what of the communication pack?"
"He wears it on the left side of his belt. He let slip that he can't have anything magnetic near him: said it was because of a metallic plate from an injury, but I suspect it will deactivate the device. If you do that, he'll be completely at your mercy."
"Completely at my mercy. Ah, Julia, you know exactly the words that I like to hear. I'll have two sexy spies under my control, and I'll be able to choose." He took a breath. "Please check your account again, Julia. Half now, and half when I take delivery."
"Sexy spy." There weren't many if any people who felt that way about Vin besides Evans. He had been told that before, and his response was simply "a man wants what a man wants." Vin was not hunky the way Ned was. He had a moustache, ill kept which Evans planned to let him keep. He was hairy: Evans was not sure about that, and he had a wiry, tight body that he usually dressed in the cheapest tightest fitting clothes he could find. In the words of one co-worker "he's the ultimate geek." As a practical matter, Vin would be more valuable to Evans and his future plans than Ned was, because Vin's skills in software and hardware would be essential in Evans' plan to develop an agency that would complete with BOTH Scios and Verdant; however, again, he had obsessed about having Ned under his control for so long, and so far, he had decided, "it was worth the wait."
"Master Evans, I have brought Mr. Hemmings to the dining room. I have asked him not to sit until you enter. He is waiting for you."
"Thank you, Otto. I appreciate your work." Evans moved from his computer and took a sheet of paper: the schedule. He proceeded to the dining room where he found Ned standing, staring off into space. Had he been able to read Ned's mind, he would have read "remember the plan. Seduce him. Figure out a way." Ned was looking around the room, trying to memorize different ways he could escape. It was only the second time he had been in this room, and he was still trying to memorize the lay out.
"NED! My, my, you look very handsome, very dapper. I made a good choice. Sit down. Have some breakfast. I'll have Molly come out to see if there are particular things you'd like." Ned sat down and Evans took the chair adjacent to him. He rubbed a hand over Ned's thigh and laughed when Ned hiccupped.
"I'm a very touchy/feely person, Ned. Actually, that's not true. I'm just touchy and feely when it's someone I really like." He squeezed Ned's knee.
"Should I feel flattered?"
"Oh, you should. There are so many guys out there whom I could have had, but I waited until I could have you." He snickered. "The outfit you're wearing. Know why I picked it?"
"No idea. Were they the first items in the closet?"
"Nope. The first time I saw you, stud, that was the outfit you were wearing. And I could NOT get the thought of tying you up and playing with you out of my head. I jerked off three times that day and decided: it might take a while, but I'd have you. And now, I do. Hey, how about you let me see what you'd look like tied up. Put your hands behind your back as if they were cuffed. Lemme see if the reality is as good as my imagination."
"THE HELL WITH THAT! You want me tied up, then let's see you tie me up." Evans smiled and got up out of his chair. He was moving close to Ned, who tensed up. Evans walked behind him, and Ned felt Evans' thumbs at the back of his armpits.
"You probably think I'm tickling you, Ned, but nah. That's coming later. Right now, I'm gonna teach you a bit about: pressure points." Evans pressed a thumb into a soft section of each of Ned's armpits, and Ned jumped.
"HOLY SHIT! OUCH! THAT HURTS." Evans dug his thumbs in deeper. "And it'll keep on hurting unless you get your hands behind you like I said, Hemmings." At that point, if Evans had wanted to, he could have pulled Ned's arms behind him, but he wanted Ned to do it himself. "OW! OK, just stop. I'll do it. GEEZ." Evans withdrew the pressure. Ned took a deep breath and put his hands behind his back. Evans stepped around in front. "Oh, YES! MUCH better than I had imagined Ned. MUCH. You are SO DAMN HANDSOME." His thumbs went up to Ned's nipples and rubbed them. Ned gritted his teeth until Evans stopped. Then Evans moved behind Ned. "Keep those hands there, handsome. Let me just..." his fingers moved to Ned's second shirt button. "THERE. Now I can get in and go... flesh on flesh while I...mmm. Enjoy the tastiest part of your body." Evans tongue flicked across Ned's ear as he squeezed one of his nipples. A bulge appeared in Ned's pants: if it wasn't pain, something like this could get him mightily hard. Evans continued for about five minutes. "I'm SO glad I put some basic bondage on the schedule today, Ned. We're gonna have so much fun. By the way, here's your copy of it so you know what's coming." Ned took the paper and put it at the side. "Wait. Otto told me that you were moving me up to your chambers?" "Oh yes. Absolutely. You're going to like it MUCH better than sleeping in that dungeon by yourself." "You want me sharing the same bed as you?" "WELL OF COURSE, NED. Do you think I took your ass that first time just to show you that you were a prisoner? Hell no! You're a prisoner because I want that ass all to myself." "THAT'S NOT HAPPENING, EVANS! I'm your prisoner, not your whore." "Ha ha. No, you're not my whore Ned. You're not getting paid for this." He paused. "You're my sex slave. Better get used to i." "Yeah, well you better get used to me fighting you tooth and nail!" "However you like it Hemmings. Just keep in mind: as you just learned, I have many weapons to help keep you in your place. Try to think of ONE weapon you have for escaping." Ned thought about that and realized that this was NOT the way to seduce Evans to trick him. He knew better than to turn completely submissive right away too. "You won't get away with it. You just WON'T." Evans took one more sip of coffee. "I need to prepare the bed for our first session. Please finish your breakfast, Ned, take a look at the schedule, and I'll expect you in the bedroom in the next half hour." Ned had been tickled before, just never for a complete hour. "On the bed, face up. Spread out. Just like a cross. But before you do." Evans pulled one of the wrist restraints up and lay it on the bed. "You tie that one. MAKE SURE IT'S TIGHT. When I'm done with your ankles, I'll check, and it better be good. By the way, is that a stain I see on those khakis, Ned? Are you dripping?" "FUCK" thought Ned. He knew it was happening, and he was hoping that maybe his briefs would absorb it, or Evans wouldn't see it. No such luck. He was hard. Again. What the hell was happening? Evans adjusted the bond on Ned's right wrist, then he secured his left one. "Now, let's get started. This is sort of trite, Ned, but it's SUCH a big time saver." Ned saw Evans pick up a thick roll of tape, and then two electric toothbrushes. He felt his shoes getting pulled off and heard them fall on the floor. He felt the tape get wrapped around his soles, one at a time. "Once the brushes get turned on, I don't have to worry about working them. My hands are free to do anything...I ... want." Now, Evans clearly wanted to unbutton Ned's shirt, which he did, slowly, rubbing fingers along Ned's nipples, and poking his navel. "Still looking good on that chest, babe. What's next? Your pits, or your box? Ned gulped. "You're letting me keep my goatee?" "Hell YEAH. Makes you look like what you are: a HOT butch bottom." Evans drew his nails down Ned's sides, still sore from the ribbon clip work. He tried to squirm, and that was impossible. "First the left, then the right." Evans turned on both toothbrushes. "Enough power for over an hour Ned, so we're good." Evans dug his fingers in. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Ned might have been able to handle the foot tickling, or the rib tickling, but the two together were just too much. "PLEASE PLEASE. I NEED A BREAK," he gasped after ten minutes. "You forget a word, Ned?"
"PLEASE SIR, PLEASE. I NEED A BREAK." "Three minutes. No more than that." Ned felt Evans' hand running over his waxed and shaven chest. "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to not pull your legs in the air and just RAM into you right now, Ned? I bet you'd like that better than this..." The fingers went back. So did the brushes. Evans' fingers went up to Ned's pits. He began thinking: in less than a day..." HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAAHAHAHA. PLEASE SIR, PLEASE. STOP. I CAN'T TAKE IT. STOP. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA" "What a wimp! I thought you guys had better training! You want me to stop? I will... but then, I'm gonna FUCK you." Ned gulped. He was about to say, "then keep tickling me," but he thought about his plan. "YES SIR, YES. TAKE MY ASS. ONLY PLEASE STOP TICKLING ME." Evans reached down and turned off the brushes. He slid Ned's pants off. "I hadn't planned to do this so early, Ned. But DAMN you're so sexy I can't help it. Means you may very well get fucked twice today. No, you WILL get fucked twice today." He pushed Ned's knees up and ordered "Spread your legs, Ned. Wide." Ned moved slowly, but he spread. Evans pushed his legs apart even further. "I COULD treat this as resistance, Ned, and if you read the list, you'll see that it calls for punishment if you resist when I want you.... I know you like Westerns. What do you think of wet rawhide wrapped around your balls, big man?" Actually, Ned thought the idea was hot, but if Evans forgot about the rawhide, what would happen?" Ned couldn't believe how thick and hard Evans cock was. He had taken it once, but he didn't remember it being THIS big. "I'm in trouble," he thought. "BIG trouble." Before Evans fucked Ned, though, he slid a finger up his hole, and as Ned got used to it, he suddenly felt a jolt. "WHAT THE..." "Hah hah. Guess the mighty Ned Hemmings has never had his prostate stimulated. Trust me big guy, once I get my cock in there, you're gonna have a love/hate relationship about what I just did. And I'm going in, now." Ned braced himself. Evans was right. As his cock pierced Ned's hole, and brushed up against his now stimulated prostate, he thought he'd pass out.
After I untie you, you get dressed again. Then I'm getting this sweat off me. You, handsome, will learn how you're gonna be kept in place for short term periods." Evans pulled the ankle chain out. Ten minutes later, he was in his shower, and Ned was dressed with his hands cuffed in front of him, and the long shackle around his left ankle. He looked around the room for a weapon of some kind that he could use. As soon as Evans had finished with the brushes, he had locked them in a huge cabinet. There seemed to be a combination lock and also a fingerprint ID. "How the hell am I gonna get out of here?" Ned thought. His hard on hadn't gone down and he began rubbing his cuffed hands against his crotch. Then he heard Evans' voice, just before his hand clamped down on the back of Ned's neck. "Now THAT is an absolute no-no, Ned. IF you cum, it's with my permission. So, now, you'll have to learn what happens when you commit an infraction. We're gonna have you spend some time with me in my office. Just getting to look at my hot spy slave." Evans began to laugh when Ned gave him a look of total hate. "Just gets me hotter, stud. Remember: we have another session later." "You CAN'T keep doing this to me, Evans. It's INHUMAN," Ned yelled as he got pushed down to the end of the second floor. "Maybe, but remember, SLAVE. Those rules don't apply to you anymore. "He dragged Ned to a chair where he tied him up, in the position he had had him in at breakfast. Just before he found Ned, Evans groped his crotch. "Dying for release aren't you Hemmings. Maybe it'll come, maybe it won't. You'll BEG before you get your release. Trust me." Evans kept on checking out Ned while he worked. Every once in a while, Ned fought against the ropes. He noticed the look Evans gave him: could he do anything with that. Evans got up from the desk where he was working and disappeared for a few minutes. When he came back, he yanked Ned's head back. "Open your mouth, Ned. I remembered something about that first time I saw you." "What? MMMPH" He felt the silk necktie get shoved in his mouth and then wrapped around his head. "You were wearing a tie like that, Ned, and I thought it was a waste: could be used for things like keeping you nice and tied up or gagging you." He reached down and played with Ned's belly. He whispered into Ned's right ear. "You are so fucking HOT. Your ass was even hot this morning: like an incubator." He laughed. "You could be carrying my babies, stud." That's when Ned began to realize more fully what his role was. However much he enjoyed the physical thrill of pain, or Evans screwing him, the thought of his role... he struggled some more, and felt Evans nibble his ear. "Ever been in a sling, Ned?" His captive shook his head no. "Well, in just a little while, heh heh. That's where you'll get to blow your load. Now, let me get back to work." Julia had sent an email and Evans got in touch with her: "Can't talk because I want it to be a surprise for Ned. But I'll be by at about 6. Give us time to set up for the grab." Tied in the chair, Ned began to moan. His mind had gone to the time Evans had tortured him with the hot wax. In his current state of high-level horniness, the images were pushing him to the edge. Evans looked over. "Hmmm. I thought we'd use the sling later, but I guess sooner is better. Gonna leave the gag in. Part of the whole experience." He took Ned from the office and led him to the top floor of the building: the hidden floor. He opened a door, and Ned saw the sling. He began to squirm to get away from Evans: it scared him. He saw the hood, the chains at the corners like on the bed. He knew he was going on it, and he wasn't looking forward to it. "When I untie you, Ned, get out of your clothes. Fast." When he opened up his shirt, Ned did something very stupid: he threw a punch at Evans. Evans caught it in one hand, and soon had Ned's arms pinned behind him. He was laughing. "In a way, that was good, Ned. Now you know you don't have a chance in hell of taking me physically." He pushed Ned's arms up until he moaned in pain through his gag. "Don't try it again. I'm of a mind to chance my plan right now and trust me: you'll be VERY unhappy if I do. "mmmmmph. Ned nodded his head. He was frustrated. Taken again. And so easily. Soon, he was in the sling, his ankles and wrists chained. "We need a few toys for what I have planned, Ned." Evans went over to the side and brought back a blindfold, and a scary looking hood. "No trouble from you Ned. Don't worry: there are breathing holes. You'll be fine." The blindfold was very, VERY secure and Ned couldn't see a thing. Just before Evans had put it on him, though, he had wheeled over the fucking machine. "I love my toy, Ned. You may love it, or you may hate it, but you'll get REAL familiar with it." If the sling scared Ned, the fucking machine scared him more. He saw the pole coming out of it, and the penis shaped extension. "Yeah, that's for you. And once I get you set up, you'll never know how much is going in, or how much is going out. I already dumped a load in you, so..." Evans didn't finish. Instead, he slipped the blindfold on a struggling Ned, and then slipped the hood over his head. Now, Ned couldn't speak, see, or hear. He could move very little from the bondage. He realized: if he had felt helpless before, now he felt totally helpless. He began to squirm. What was going back and forth on his torso? Evans had a pair of Velcro lined gloves, and he was slowly, gently, running one of them back and forth over Ed's body, stopping just short of his cock. He could hear the very faint moans and whimpers coming out of Ned as he did. "Time," he said to himself, and wheeled over the machine. Ned felt the very tip of it touch his ass, and then he felt the rhythmic, constant feel of the machine entering him. Evans had it on its slowest speed, and after about an inch of it had entered Ned, he stopped. He switched on vibrator mode, and his captive fought as hard as he had fought since his capture to get away from it. Evans wished Ned could hear him laughing, as he turned off the vibrator and let the device go in for another half an inch. He ran the glove over each of Ned's nipples. "You certainly CAN get very, VERY hard, Ned." Evans admired Ned's stiff dick, and then ran the glove over Ned's balls. More squirming and struggling, and whining. Evans pulled his hand away. He took off the glove because he knew what would happen with the next push. He took Ned's balls in his hand and as the pole pushed into Ned, it brushed his prostate. Evans knew from experience, and also from Ned's reaction. He switched it to vibration mode and squeezed Ned's balls. "I shouldn't have used the hood. GOD to see his face," Evans thought, as he manipulated Ned's balls and made the orgasm longer, and more intense. Evans backed off, and just watched as Ned emptied his balls. He waited a bit longer until Ned stopped shaking. Then he removed the hood, the blindfold, the gag. Ned was sweating, and he seemed to be teary eyed. "What? What did you just do to me, you sick bastard?" He asked, and Evans laughed. "You mean you didn't like it? If you tell me you didn't, Ned, I'll know you're lying." Ned was silent, and Evans rubbed his chin. "You like giving up control, but not having it TAKEN from you. Well, handsome: I took control away from you when I captured you and you better start learning that. Next time, you'll watch the whole procedure." He began untying the weakened Ned. "We're going to have company tonight, Ned. You'll need to rest up. So let's get you washed, and into bed for a few hours. I'm going to need to go and pick up our "guest," so Otto will make sure you're comfortable." A few hours later, Ned was in a new set of clothes: a seafoam-colored shirt, white slacks, both snug. The restraint was locked around his ankle, but Evans didn't cuff him. "I'll be gone for a few hours, Hemmings. If you get bored, help yourself to the library. You can even do what you've been wanting to do: try to break into some of the cabinets to see what you can find. Just know this..." He grabbed Ned's hand and brought it to one of the cabinet drawers. The electric shock went through Ned's body. "Any questions, Ned?" Ned looked discouraged. "Not a one. You've got me." He saw the smile from Evans. "You're learning. Otto will turn on closed circuit at about 7:30. I want you to watch what happens. It was 5:30 when Evans left. Ned spent most of that time wondering about how this had happened, and what was going on in his head: he was hard, a lot of the time. He wasn't sure he wanted Evans to do what he was doing to him, but when it happened, he had to confess that he was enjoying it. Being in the hood was weird but... every sensation was greater than any he had ever had, and as he thought of it, he began to get hard. He wasn't cuffed. Should he? While Ned was thinking about this, Vin showed up at Julia's apartment. She smiled. "You look so sexy, Vin. I don't know how anyone could resist you." He smiled, feeling a jolt he hadn't felt in a while. Then he felt strong arms grab him from behind. He struggled, trying to get to the control box on his belt. "Not happening, Vin," Evans pulled Vin's arms behind him. "Julia, do what you have to do." She smiled and placed the magnetic block on the controller. Vin felt the "ZAP" as it short circuited, and the ropes going around his wrists. "Let's go stud. You're gonna have a meeting with one of your buds." "LET ME GO," Vin resisted, and found himself hauled over Evans' shoulder and carried out to the sedan. "I wouldn't scream if I were you, Vin. Things will get ugly if you do." From the way they had taken him, Vin had no doubt of that. He tried to keep calm, realizing he had no way to resist. "Tomorrow, you'll meet your old buddy Ned, Vin. I'm sure you'll have lots to catch up on. "WHAT? You're.... OH SHIT" Vin thought. He heard Evans laugh of triumph as they drove off. And a half hour later, watching the closed circuit, Ned muttered. "WAIT. That's... That's Vin Fassio. How the? OH SHIT." Just like he had done with Ned, Evans locked Vin in the cell, untied him, and began speaking. "Is he making us BOTH slaves? SHIT!" Ned thought, realizing that this really made his escape plans more challenging.