Ned pulled at the ankle shackle and found himself unceremoniously on his ass when he used up the slack.
"FUCK! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOT VIN. What the...?" In the short time he had been at Evans prison, he had already gotten to know the even, slow cadence of Otto's walk. He heard it now, and then Otto was at the door. His expression was the same as always.
"Mr. Hemmings, Master Evans would like you to join him in the basement. Shall I give you an assist in getting up?"
"I think I'll be fine, Otto, thank you." He saw the key in Otto's hand. "He isn't worried about me trying to escape or something?"
"Mr. Hemmings, should you try something that would be, in my mind, foolish, you will find, for example, that every potential exit to this house is wired electrically. The charge is sufficient to immobilize a man, but not to kill him. And of course, as you will have already gathered from working with Master Evans, there are consequences to actions which he disfavors. I would only add, Mr. Hemmings, that with Mr. Fassio here as well, should you escape, even for a short time, retribution would be directed at Mr. Fassio. And vice versa, of course, although if we consider the evidence, and escape attempt by Mr. Fassion seems unlikely."
That was true. As an "inside agent:" one who was not in the field, Vin did not receive the same sort of training that field agents like Ned had received. Unlike Ned, where regular gym training was mandatory, it was optional for inside agents, and it was well known that Vin was the single agent who had never taken advantage of it. Torture training was also not part of the curriculum for inside agents, although as he walked down the stairs with Otto behind him, Ned thought about how little preparation the training had given him for resisting Evans' form of torture: if he used it on Vin, he'd break in minutes. He also wondered about why Evans had captured Vin: if Evans' intelligence was as good as it seemed, he would have known that the story was that Vin was still a virgin, and completely asexual. (At that point, Ned didn't know about the seduction by Julia). He reached the basement.
"AH! Ned. Now we can get started. I'm sure you saw on the closed circuit that Vin has joined us."
"FUCK YOU!" Vin yelled from the cell, and Evans just laughed. "This is going to be quite an adventure for you, Vin. At some point, probably tomorrow, Ned will let you know some of what happens here, but I thought you should be introduced to some of it as soon as possible. Otto, would you move the St. Andrew's -- right next to the `massage' tale?
"Yes, of course Master Evans." He began sliding the large X shaped cross close to a table. Ned had been on the table already, but he hadn't noticed that there was a hole in it, just about at the level of a pelvis.
"Both of you need to strip. Immediately."
"I'm not stripping. Go to hell!" Vin yelled from the cage. He saw the "no" shake of Ned's head, and then Evans walked over.
"Vin Fassio, you may have been the best software engineer that Scios has ever had; however, as of a few hours ago, you became my personal slave. And you will do what you're told. You should ask Mr. Hemmings how I regard disobedience and arrogance." He grinned. "You do see that he has already stripped and handed his garments to Otto. Against the cross, Ned. Lock in one of your wrists as you've done on my bed." Now he turned to Vin: "your little machine has been confiscated, you are nowhere near as tough as Ned is, and as you may have gathered, all of Mr. Hemmings' defenses have been breached. I will give you 60 seconds. Then, I may have to take more rigorous action." He walked over to the cross and continued the strapping in of Ned. He grinned at Ned's cock, which jutted out from his body in a straight, horizontal line. He turned and saw that Vin had gotten out of his clothes, which he had deposited on the bed.
"Very good, Vin. I'm sure you'll learn the rules soon enough. When I open the door, kindly stand in front of this table, hands clasped behind your head. And in the future, when I give you an order, a `yes Sir' will be an appropriate response."
Vin gave a bitter laugh. "Don't hold your breath," Evans smiled. "Breath control has never been a favorite of mine, Mr. Fassio. That does not mean it cannot be tried. Hmmm." He began walking in a circle around Vin. "A bit scrawny, but that's not unappealing. Very long limbs. Otto please make a note of that for the future."
"Yes, Master Evans. Consider it done."
Evans came up behind Vin. He wrapped an arm around his middle and pulled him back to him. He whispered "I was unable to find any salient information about your sexual proclivities or life, Vin, and then it dawned on me: you are asexual. You are also a VIRGIN, are you not?" Vin let out a breath and didn't answer. From behind, Evans grabbed his balls and squeezed. Hard.
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION FASSIO. YOU ANSWER IT." He squeezed harder and Vin yelled "YES. YES, THAT'S RIGHT. I'M A VIRGIN." It seemed to pain him to say it.
"So, Julia was to be your first?" Struggling, Vin answered "Yes. I thought she was interested."
"You will have your first, in due course, Vin, but it will not be Julia. It will be me." He ran a hand down Vin's back. Vin shivered. "But we have to prepare you because at this point, I fear that the stress would be too much for you, and we would lose precious time in the engineering room. Get on the table. Face up."
Otto pushed a switch and two long chains descended from the ceiling. "Relax, Vin. They will not be in use for long." He locked shackles on the end of each to Vin's ankles. Otto operated the winch again, and Vin's legs were pulled up in the air. Evans hadn't chained his wrists down, but in the position he was, Vin couldn't have done anything anyway. Evans pulled a handful of small, yellow objects out of his pocket and began putting them on his fingers, one at a time.
"You've both seen these things, gentlemen: they're the protectors people use when they work with paper, so they don't cut their fingers. Well, I was fortunate enough to find some that have a ribbed surface. Just the thing for stimulating a virgin hole -- or more accurately, the space around the hole." He walked up to Vin and ran his left index finger all around the perimeter of Vin's anus. The sensation was new to Vin and very intense. "SHIT!" he yelled, and Evans laughed. "You'd best not, Vin. Just try to sink back and enjoy it. Perhaps two at the same time?" Vin began to whine as Evans' two hands ran up and down opposite sides of his butt hole, and occasionally "accidentally" brushed the hole itself.
"You know, I just realized that you might like this too, Ned. Certainly not what's coming next, but this...yes, I think it would be TOTALLY suitable for a session with you." Ned gritted his teeth and tried to push against the bonds holding him to the cross. As Evans added two more fingers, he laughed.
"One of the reasons I wanted you so badly, Ned, is what you're doing now. The struggle is NEVER over for you, even when defeat is imminent, or has already happened. You won't get out of those bonds, and in any event..." He walked over and took Ned's ridiculously hard cock in one of his hands. "It seems that you ARE enjoying this. "
Ned's cock was so over stimulated already that the ribbing on the fingertips almost made him explode. He whimpered "Why are you doing this to us?"
"Because I CAN. Because I've believed, for years, Ned, that your proper place is at my feet, or underneath me in bed. And because Mr. Fassio here is going to do two things: he's going to help me build a computer system better than both Scios AND Verdant, and he's also going to give you respite, when either I tire of your sweet ass, or your ass needs a rest." He turned: "Right, Vin?"
"GO FUCK YOURSELF," Vin yelled, and in response, Evans pushed one of the covered fingers into his hole. "OH SHIT" Vin screamed. "I'm not moving it in further, Vin, or moving it around. I just want you to know what this FEELS like because...I will use it again. For now, though, now that I've sensitized this area, it's time to move on with your `orientation.' Evans turned to a table at the side and came back with a small butt plug.
"WAY too small for a man of Mr. Hemmings experience and sophistication; however, a virgin has to be brought along carefully, and gradually. This one? A mere two inches." Slowly, Evans pushed the small butt plug into Vin's hole.
"This will be the first step of what I believe will be a weeklong process, Vin. You'll wear this at all times. Should you need to relieve yourself, you will summon Otto, who will summon me, and I will replace it. Tomorrow, we will use a larger one. And so on and so forth, until I deem you open enough to receive: COCK."
"LEAVE HIM ALONE MONSTER. YOU HAVE ME." Ned yelled at Evans who turned again.
"You are correct, I do. And there is much left to do to you, Ned. For now though `Otto, might you shred Mr. Fassio's boxers and bring me several strips of them. I think we will have MUCH more fun if Mr. Hemmings is gagged.
"NO. NO PLEASE. I'll keep quiet. I'll MMMPH." Evans had woven three strips together very quickly, and then tied them behind Ned's neck.
"Not the best job, but it will do." He turned to Vin, who was whimpering, and shaking just a bit. "One thing I neglected to tell you, Vin. All of my butt plugs are equipped with vibration devices. They turn on, automatically, when my wristwatch is withing 100 feet of them. So, on a very basic level, you will know when I am close by, so that you may `prepare' yourself." Evans ran his fingers over Vin's very hairy chest.
"I had no idea you were such a furry fellow, Vin. As you may have gathered from your friend, I have a very ambiguous relationship to body hair on my slaves. I've taken Mr. Hemmings' chest hair, and at some point, I may decide to take yours. For now, though, I am going to avail myself of Ned's current position and take some more hair. And you will have a front row seat to watch it happen. Otto." Otto moved forward and he and Evans released the restraints from Vin but held him tightly before forcing him into a chair. Naked and exposed, everyone in the room could see Vin's growing cock. (Part of Vin's nerdiness was his scheduled masturbation: twice a week, at the same time each time. Tomorrow would have been one of those, so he had very full balls.).
"You are so hot, Vin. In a very different way than Ned is, but hot nonetheless. Were you thoroughbred dogs, I would burst with pride taking you on leashes for a stroll around the grounds. Alas, this backward society will not permit me to do that with the two of you. But I digress." He looked at Ned. "You cannot say I did not tell you that this would happen." "mmmmmmmmmmph". The whine from Ned was one of helpless begging, and fright. It was true: Evans DID tell him that at some point, his whole body would be shaven. He thought Evans had forgotten. He saw the long, sharp straight edge, the bowl of shaving soap, and the water. "I'd suggest trying not to squirm, Ned. It will not make things any faster, but it WILL reduce the risk of injury." Ned closed his eyes and tried to focus, even as he felt the cream get lathered on his pubic area, and then felt his dick in Evans' one hand, as his second hand began the shaving.
"THIS IS FUCKING SICK," growled Vin, and Evans took a breath and stopped. "Vin, you see? You almost caused me to injure some of your friend's most delicate parts. Do you think you can keep quiet for the rest of this?"
"Yeah, I do."
"Good. Because while it may be very sexy to gag you right now, I would like to focus on the task at hand. Of course, should you be willing to trade places with Ned." When Vin didn't answer, Evans' laugh resounded off the walls.
"Not that you'll have any choice, handsome. If I decide the hair goes, it will go. Now, where was I?" He returned to Ned and carefully removed what was left of his pubic hair. He picked up Ned's balls, which caused Ned to shudder strongly, and carefully began shaving those.
"At some point, I'll take care of your butt hole too, Ned. But not tonight. There are still things we need to get done before you and I retire to my bed, and Vin retires to the cell." He looked at the raging, dripping hard-on that Ned had. Without saying anything, he went to Vin's chair and began pushing it closer to Ned.
"Do you think you can shoot far enough to let your friend feel your jizz, Ned? I wonder." He began stroking his captive, who moaned, both in appreciation and helplessness. "I would normally have you wearing nipple clamps, Vin. Your virginity saved you for today." Vin was about to say something smart-assed, but he remembered Evans' threat, and it looked to him as if this man did not make threats lightly.
Evans was varying the speed at which he edged his prisoner. Ned had no idea that he could be kept on the edge for so long. It was at least five, maybe six times when he felt like he was about to shoot one of the hugest loads he had ever shot, and then Evans brought him back. While he worked Ned's cock with one hand, Evans' other hand worked one of Ned's nipples. "If you wonder why Mr. Hemmings seems to be enjoying this so much, Vin, it's because he is. See, I have two gents with some very unusual sexual practices -- or let's say non-conventional. There is you, of course, with your chosen asexuality, and then we have Ned." He smiled at Ned. "Decidedly leaning toward gay, but not unless the man is not impressed by his cocky swagger and can put him in his place. Not many have. Am I correct, Ned?" Exploding with hormones, Ned shook his head yes. "And none, before me, have understood Ned's persona as being one that DESPERATELY wants to submit, but needs to be cultivated to the point where submission is inevitable. Like this orgasm." He ran a ridged finger very delicately over Ned's glans, and the semen started flying everywhere, including on Vin.
"Tell me the truth, Ned: was that the biggest orgasm you've ever had?" Weakly, he nodded "yes."
"And I did not even have something pressing against your prostate or anything in you. I wonder: hmmm. Should we repeat this scene but using a butt plug that befits you rather than the teeny weeny one our rookie is using." He saw Ned's eyes go wide. "HA HA HA HA HA HA. Oh, I don't want to KILL you Ned, just keep you permanently aware of who's in charge." He turned to Otto. "I believe that we should clean up these gentlemen and get them to their respective beds. Vin, Otto will be removing your clothing. You will be provided with fresh clothing in the morning, which will suit you very well. The dungeon is more than comfortable for sleeping without clothing. Otto will show you to the shower and will address any pre-bed needs you have. "He put his hand on Ned's face and squeezed his cheeks together. "And you my hunky spy, will join me in bed. I will need to relieve my own orgasm and I intend to enjoy myself.
In the bedroom, Evans ordered Ned to lie on his belly, and then he tied his wrists. "SPREAD THOSE LEGS AS FAR AS YOU CAN, STUDMUFFIN." When Ned hesitated, Evans said "Not all of the toys are in the basement or the sling room. And I could, very easily, pull out a small flogger and redden your ass before I take it, Ned."
"Ok, you win." It was challenging, but Ned spread his legs, and Evans pushed them even further apart. Ned couldn't see, but he felt Evans tracing a circle around his hole.
"You know, I enjoyed stimulating Vin so much tonight, and I realized that I hadn't given you the same satisfaction, Ned."
"I think I can live without that experience," Ned growled. "Oh, perhaps. But I have a better one. Let me get my hands here." Evans slipped his hands under Ned's hips and pushed them up just a bit. The silence concerned Ned, especially since he could feel Evans' breathing.
"OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Ned hollered as Evans slid his tongue along the inner surface of his ass.
"I assume you've never gotten a rim job, Ned. Such a shame. Your ass is so perfect, so beautiful. It BEGS to be tasted. "Ned felt Evans' tongue burrowing in. Just like his edging technique, Evans moved slowly, then quickly, going deep, and then just on the surface. He had Ned moaning helplessly in minutes.
"And the advantage of this, Mr. Hemmings, is that there is no need for synthetic lubricants. You are now well prepared to receive my dick." As he put the head of his cock to Ned's ass, Evans thought he heard a very soft whisper of "Oh yes. Oh yes," but he wasn't sure. Slowly he slid his cock into the ass he had waited to possess for so long. He reached under Ned and leaned up toward his ears.
"You like how that feels, Ned? I hope so, because otherwise, you're going to be very unhappy for a while." He grabbed a hank of Ned's hair, which was longer at the back.
"ANSWER ME MAN CUNT. DO YOU LIKE IT?"
"YES. YES, I DO. I LIKE IT. OOOOOOOOOOOH." Ned couldn't believe he had just answered the way he did, but it was the truth. Evans had slipped past his prostate and was going deeper, and deeper. Ned couldn't think: all he could do was FEEL. And he felt the hard, thick cock piercing him. He wanted to yell "FUCK ME," but couldn't get the words out.
"TAKE MY SEED YOU FUCKING HUNKY SPY BITCH" Evans yelled as he spilled jizz into Ned's ass. He pumped and pumped again. "GOD, I LOVE THIS ASS" he thought, as his spasms got smaller and smaller and finally, spent, he fell on his captive lover.
"I am going to fuck you like that every single day. EVERY SINGLE DAY, NED. You have three years to make up to me, and I intend that you pay your debt." He was untying Ned's hands, but then pulled them together to tie them in front of him. "It will make it easier for you to sleep like that, instead of my tying them to the post of the bed. If you need the assistance, I will get some sedatives; however, I think you are more than sufficiently tired so that you may sleep." And sleep he did. Ned dreamt about being fucked: it was all he dreamt about, as he wondered how many ways Evans could take him. Evans, as he slept, dreamt about what plans he had for these handsome gentlemen for the next day.
"Good morning, Mr. Fassio, I trust you were able to sleep well?" Vin was NOT a good early morning person, but he WAS awake when Otto came downstairs that morning.
"As well as I could, given what the situation is," he answered grumpily. Otto ignored the comment. "I have brought you fresh clothing, Mr. Fassio, and an invitation to breakfast in the main dining room with Master Evans and Mr. Hemmings."
"I'm not all that hungry, Otto. I'll pass." Otto made a wry smile. "My choice of words was perhaps unfortunate, Mr. Fassio. Master Evans EXPECTS you at breakfast with himself and Mr. Hemmings." He looked at his watch. "He will expect you in 50 minutes. I would suggest a hot shower and then dressing in what I have provided. More clothing choices will arrive today, but this will be fine. Master Evans chose the items himself." Otto turned and Vince began to fume. He wanted OUT of this place. He pulled at the bars of the cell, which didn't give an inch. Then he began to scream. He screamed for about ten minutes and then he heard two sets of footsteps. It was Evans, with Ned. He knew it was Evans because the buttplug in his ass had begun to vibrate. Ned stood silently, with his hands behind his back and Evans holding onto his bicep.
"Otto tells me you are reluctant to join us for breakfast, Vin."
"I'm reluctant to join you for ANYTHING. LET ME THE HELL OUTTA HERE."
"Mr. Fassio, please rest assured I am doing nothing of the sort." He moved a finger to his wristwatch and the charge going through the buttplug increased. Vin jumped and Evans cracked a wry smile. "The morning meal is also a meeting to discuss how the day will proceed. Now, Vin, I am going to give you two choices. You may join us in approximately half an hour, or I will return and, rather than taking you through gradations with the butt plugs, we will go directly to the largest one in the set, which is ten inches long. "He paused. "Do we understand each other?" Vin sighed. "I believe we do."
Thirty minutes later, the three of them were sitting at the table, with Evans at the head and Ned and Vin at each of his sides. "I must say, I did not imagine I would enjoy being surrounded by two such handsome men as I am. You both wear your clothes well." Evans had chosen a pink oxford shirt and gray corduroy trousers for Ned, and a white oxford with navy blue slacks for Vin. They fit his prisoners snugly.
"Now, Mr. Fassio, there is a daily schedule around here, and you will need to familiarize yourself with it. You will have some free time this morning to be introduced to the laboratory where you will be working, and Ned and I have our hour of tickling. Vin saw Ned blush at that. "Then, Mr. Fassio, I will be returning to you because..." he sighed. "I will need to learn more about precisely what DOES turn you on, what DOES excite you sexually, since there is so little information available. After that, you two will have some time to yourselves, as your lives have been very much put in upheaval as of late. Then we will move on to the afternoon roleplay. It was much too challenging to involve the two of you in one roleplay scene, so two of them will take place simultaneously. Then we will plan the rest of the day. Perhaps if you both behave, some time away from the house will be appropriate. "He looked at Vin "Do you have any questions?"
"Yeah, I do. What if I refuse to help you?" Evans sighed. "Well, Mr. Fassio, should it come to that, as I have the two of you, trying to become a martyr will not avail you anything, since punishment shall be meted out to your friend Ned, before it is meted out to you. When you have your `together time' this afternoon, Ned can perhaps explain my expertise with a flogging whip. Please keep in mind that Mr. Hemmings only received light thrashings before. And... since you seem to be so much more resistant than Mr. Hemmings has been, I believe I shall have to increase the intensity of your roleplay scene this afternoon.
Have I explained myself clearly enough?"
"Perfectly clear, Mr. Evans" Vin answered.
"EXCELLENT. Now, I have just realized something: before we begin the tickling hour, we will need to adjust your butt plug Vin. I assume you had some difficulty with it last evening?"
"It WAS challenging."
"WONDERFUL. A challenge is always welcome to a young man, don't you think?" When Vin didn't answer, Evans just said "Let's retire to the dungeon. Ned, you can watch. And, since we'll be in the dungeon, we'll conduct our tickling session there as well. Hence, we can flow from one event to the other since Vin's first one on one with me will proceed after the tickling hour."
"THIS MAN IS SICK!" Vin thought to himself, but like Ned, he was seeing no escape path. They finished breakfast and proceeded down to the dungeon. Evans bound Ned to a chair, very quickly, and then tied Vin to the cross he had used on Ned the day before. Prior to securing the bonds, he removed Vin's slacks. He observed Vin's shrunken penis.
"AH. I neglected to raise this point yesterday, my apologies. There is to be no masturbation in this home without prior authorization from me. Now, let us proceed." He reached between Vin's legs and removed the butt plug. "Otto will see to it being disinfected," he said, and then returned with a larger one: "Two and ¾ inches Mr. Fassio. I'm sure you will be able to handle it." Evans smeared some lubricant on the device and twisted it as he placed it inside Vin. The twisting caused Vin to moan just a bit. "Very sexy, handsome," Evans smiled. "I believe I'll leave you just like that, while I prepare Ned for his session. By the way, Mr Fassio, are you ticklish?"
"Only on my feet, as far as I know," he answered. "Such a shame. Feet are too easy. Not that I do not plan to tickle yours; however, a session with only foot tickling is very boring. Now, Mr. Hemmings, please take a position on the table." Ned knew the hopelessness of the situation, so he did what he was told. Evans used metal restraints on his wrists and ankles. "Today I am limiting the ticking to the upper body, so it will not be necessary to have access to your lower body, Ned; however, tomorrow will be different. For now." He smiled and curled a finger inside Ned's shirt, at the navel, and began circling it. Ned pursed his lips as long as he could, and then began making the sounds of a helpless man. They became laughs as Evans opened Ned's shirt and began running fingers up and down Ned's ribs. As he laughed, Vin realized that the laughing was arousing him. Ned had a deep, baritone laugh, and it seemed to be going right to his core.
"AH, I just had an idea, Ned. Of course, we have the toothbrushes down here, but we also have... these." He grinned broadly as he pulled out the little finger covers.
"Great," Ned muttered, as Evans attached one brush to each of his armpits, remarking that "their turn for shaving will come later today. For now though..." And as they had done with his feet, the brushes turned Ned into a mess.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA.STOPPPPPPPPP. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HA. PLEASE PLEASE. IT'S TOO MUCH. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OH SHIT NO, NOT YOUR FINGERS TOO." Evans had dug into Ned's ribs while the brushes were in motion. Vin could only watch. He WAS aroused, but he also saw the pure torture that Ned was undergoing.
"I LIED. I LIED. I AM TICKLISH. DO IT TO ME. GIVE HIM A BREAK." Evans looked up. "I knew you were lying to me, Vin. Your erection proves that this DOES excite you, and not as the dominant who does the tickling I would imagine. Rest assured, we will investigate this further a bit later. For now though, no, Ned does NOT get a break." He turned back to tickle torturing Ned.