CUT & RUN / TY and ZANE FICTION

Chapter 1 – Brothers in Bondage

Logan stood with his legs spread wide, and his hands laced behind his head.  His back was arched slightly, head held high, eyes forward.  Every muscle on his lean body was flexed, as if waiting to jump at the next order. 

He was naked.

The man behind the standard issue metal desk in front of him adjusted the screen of his laptop, and snapped a picture of the naked man displayed before him.  The man behind the desk presented a stony face, not betraying the smirk that was trying to break through.  The naked young man struggled to maintain his composure.  Assistant Special Agent in Charge Zane Garrett knew the young man well, but today he was playing the role of prisoner induction officer as part of Logan’s training.  All new field agents had to be subjected to the treatment that the criminals they brought in had to go through.  Zane remembered his own similar treatment years ago, forced to strip down and assume the position, then be put through a humiliating inspection. 

Zane typed a few more bits of information into the laptop, continuing to play his role.  He didn’t normally execute such tasks, but the Baltimore FBI field office was short staffed, and as a new ASAIC he liked to stay familiar with the tasks that the team he supported had to carry out.

Logan risked a quick glance down, studying the handsome features of his mentor.  He jerked his eyes back up as he realized his mistake.  Glancing at Zane in his fitted dress shirt and tie, showing off his broad shoulders and muscled chest, brought a slight stiffening to Logan’s cock.  He wasn’t willing to admit to himself that he lusted after his boss.  Sure, maybe he had a schoolboy crush on the older man, but Zane had approached him after they met in the interview process, offering extra coaching, which Logan readily accepted.

Logan willed his cock to deflate.  It wasn’t standing up or anything, but it had certainly thickened and was twitching around a bit.  They had seen each other naked in the showers at the field office gym multiple times, but this was different.  Now, Logan stood naked in pose of surrender and submission, while Zane sat before him, fully clothed, clearly exerting his authority.  Logan glanced down once more briefly when he saw Zane shift positions, just in time to see Zane’s gaze rise from Logan’s hips up to his face.

“See something you like?” Zane asked calmly. 

Logan blushed, the red creeping up his face and down his chest.  The blood flow further thickened his cock.

Zane smirked, and shook his head in mockery.  Logan’s eyes were closed in embarrassment, so he missed the fact that Zane used the opportunity to check out Logan’s body displayed before him.  Damn the kid was lean and toned, not an ounce of fat on him.  And young, so damn young.  Normally that body type didn’t do it for Zane, but the kid’s ruddy complexion and eager, open personality had gotten under his skin.  Maybe it was a mistake for Zane to have volunteered to do prisoner induction training with Logan on the roster, but if admitted it to himself the idea of the kid naked, along with the other young recruits, all of whom were fit specimens, had been in the back of his mind.

“No Sir,” was Logan’s late reply. 

“I’ll bet,” Zane retorted as he stood with clipboard in hand to personally inspect the prisoner.  First he circled Logan, ordering him to remain in position, checking out the kid’s tight butt.  Logan trembled when he felt Zane’s hand on his shoulder.  “All right kid, bend over, reach back and spread your ass.  You know the drill,” Zane ordered.  Logan didn’t hesitate; at least he could hide his face for a moment.  Zane resisted touching Logan’s ass, but ordered him to spread it wider and hold the position for few moments, just because he could.  “All right, stand back up,” Zane continued as he came around front.  He nodded down towards Logan’s crotch.  “Lift your junk for me.  First your cock, then your balls.  Left then right,” he recited as if from a rule book.  Logan lowered his hand to comply, and started manipulating his cock as ordered.  But the contact, combined with Zane’s close scrutiny, made him stiffen further.  As he locked eyes on Zane and completed the genital inspection, he achieved full erection.  He tried to hide the fact with his hand covering his shaft.  Then Zane ordered him back to his initial spread position.  Logan knew he was sunk as he laced his hands behind his head in obedience.  Oh well, he thought, may as well go for it.  He tensed the muscles of his torso and shifted his hips slightly forward, proudly displaying his fully erect cock.

Zane lowered his gaze just in time to see a drop of precum drip from Logan’s cockhead to the floor.  Again he shook his head.  This kid really was too much to be believed.  “Get dressed, prisoner,” Zane said, his voice a bit thick, as he nodded towards the orange prison jumpsuit neatly folded on the chair Logan had been sitting in before he was ordered to strip down and assume the position.

Zane’s strong hand on his shoulder guided a clothed Logan to his prison cell, where regulations stated he had to wait quietly for an hour, to complete his prisoner induction training.  It was the end of the day, and Logan was looking forward to a couple drinks to calm his nerves.  Not much of a drinker, Logan was more shaken by his body’s reaction to Zane in his authoritarian role than he was the humiliation and mental stress of the prisoner training. 

He glanced up from his seated position on the cot in the prison cell when he heard footsteps.  Soon a casually dressed Zane approached, keys in hand, and unlocked the door.  Taking ahold of the bars, Zane pulled it open adding, “Come one Logan.  You’re all done.  You passed.”

Logan stood on slightly shaky legs and followed the much taller Zane down the hall, cringing when he heard the bars slam shut behind him.  “You’re stuff is in the locker room,” Zane added, directing Logan, who nodded and walked in that direction.  Zane followed him.  As Logan opened his locker, sure enough his street clothes were inside.  He shrugged the jumpsuit down off his shoulders, then down his hips and off.  As before, he stood naked.  Zane ran his eyes over the kid’s body as he pulled up his tightie whities and jeans.  Once he had them buttoned, Zane stood.  “Logan,” he started, as Logan turned to face him.  “Yes, Sir?” Logan responded.  Zane gripped the side of Logan’s bare waist in his hand, gripping tightly.  Logan raised his eyes to meet Zane’s.  Zane kept his voice low.  “Kid, I don’t care who your dick gets hard for.  But don’t let it interfere with your work.”  Zane let go of Logan as he ended with, “Understood?”

Logan never knew when or where his defiant streak would surface, nor could he control it.  It chose now to come out in force.  He didn’t raise his voice, but his eyes remained locked on Zane’s as he replied, “Don’t call me Kid.”

“Fair enough,” Zane said as he turned and walked towards the locker room exit, not turning back.  Logan knew he wouldn’t turn back, so he felt comfortable reaching down and adjusting the uncomfortable bulge that had formed in his jeans.  With a sigh he turned back to his locker and grabbed his tshirt, pulling it on over his head. 

Zane’s motorcycle was long gone by the time Logan emerged and walked to the parking lot.  So, Logan thought, that’s his way of telling me the topic is closed.  He had a slight fear that Zane would no longer mentor him, but he knew that wasn’t Zane’s style.  Logan’s hardon would go unmentioned between the two of them.  The deeper issue was Logan’s attraction to the man.  Before today, his infatuation hadn’t been sexual.  Or, perhaps more accurately, he hadn’t acknowledged it as such.  Ever since he was little, Logan had buried his attraction to men, especially authority figures.  A string of girlfriends and sexual conquests had almost convinced him he was straight during college.  It had certainly convinced his partners, all of whom cooed and complimented his size and technique.  For a smaller framed man, he was pretty hung, long and thick.  It probably looked even bigger when compared to his body size. 

Logan got into his Camry and started towards home.  Tonight was a workout night, but he decided to skip it.  A couple drinks, then kicking back in his desk chair, cock in one hand and mouse in the other, sounded like a plan instead.

Zane pulled the bike up onto its kickstand, removed his helmet, and shrugged out of his jacket.  It was a warm afternoon, and he had worked up a bit of a sweat on the ride home.  He was keyed up after the situation with Logan, and was in no mood for the sight that awaited him on the sidewalk.  Mrs. Wolff, the widow who lived next door to Ty’s row house, never missed an opportunity to chat up Zane and flirt with him, making it painfully obvious that she was interested.  She was an attractive woman in her early 50s whose husband had died several years prior.  Ty had always done the odd chore for Mrs. Wolff before Zane moved in with him, but apparently Ty didn’t turn her crank, or maybe he just laughed it off.  In any case, it was never a problem for Ty.  Typical, Ty could worm out of anything.  But Zane was stuck.  He approached her, gritting his teeth for the latest barrage.  “What can I do for you, Charlotte,” Zane said as he approached.  “Oh nothing,” she started, continuing with idle chit chat designed to keep Zane engaged.  He stood with one arm holding the helmet to his hip, coat in the other.  Mrs. Wolff roamed her eyes over his tight tshirt, pit stains dark under his arms and down the center of his chest.  Finally Zane risked a glance towards the house, wishing Ty were there to play their little game, where he would interrupt them by hollering that he needed Zane’s help with something.  Then Zane could regretfully disengage and go on his way.  It used to infuriate Zane that if Ty were mad at him over some small incident that he wouldn’t rescue Zane.  Of course Zane always exacted retribution from a laughing, happily agreeable Ty.  The time with the rope gag and Ty spread-eagled on the bed had been particularly fun.  Although Ty didn’t appreciate being left tied for a good ten minutes after the cum had splattered his torso following Zane’s relentless, teasing handjob. 

Turning his attention back to Mrs. Wolff, he politely ended the conversation and started toward the front door, fishing his keys out.  Mrs. Wolff sighed and watched Zane’s butt in his tight jeans as he walked.  It hadn’t occurred to her until then that Ty seemed to not be home lately.

“Honey, I’m home,” Zane said half heartedly to the empty, cold house.  He couldn’t bring himself to stop saying it; somehow it kept Ty close to him.  Setting his helmet and jacket down, he grabbed a bottled water out of the fridge and put some leftovers in the microwave.  Taking a load off, he sprawled on the sofa, legs spread wide and bent at the knees as he hydrated.  Holding the water bottle in one hand, he idly rubbed himself through his jeans.  He leaned his head to the side and smelled himself.  He smelled like a man, his own scent turning him on a bit more.  Resting his head on the back of the sofa, Zane figured he may as well make the call now.  Sooner started, sooner finished.  Logan had gotten him wound up.  Zane didn’t like this side of himself, but he knew that he needed to keep things under control or he would lose his mind.  Ty had pulled him up and out of the muck, and he owed it to him to maintain and thrive.  Backsliding had been such an attractive option at first, but Zane was strong.  Tonight was an example of that.  It had taken him a while to come to that conclusion, but after the first few sessions he analyzed the experience from all angles, and came to the conclusion that only the strongest of men, both mentally and physically, could endure it like he did.  Even Krieger said so, and he would know.  They often decomped afterwards, Krieger sipping a whiskey and Zane a water.  The smell of the whiskey from Zane’s position seated on the floor always put a fitting touch to the end of the scene.

Zane stirred his leftovers as he made the call.  It was answered on the second ring.  Of course Krieger would like to have Zane drop by; he’d caught him on a rare free night.  Normally Krieger would have enjoyed a quiet evening, but Zane was something special, not to be missed.  “All right, I’ll be there in a half hour,” Zane said.  “Usual position,” Krieger replied.  Zane nodded absently, ending the call with, “Of course,” Krieger barely hearing the “Sir” added to the end before Zane hung up.

Thirty-two minutes later, Zane knelt on the cold cement floor of Krieger’s basement.  Like Logan earlier in the day, his arms were laced behind his head.  Also like Logan, he was naked.  His pits were more rank held wide open.  He inhaled deeply, tensing and stretching the muscles of his abdomen.  He quickly looked down his torso, the thick hair pattern fanning out below his navel.  His thick cock hung half hard over his swollen balls.  It had been a while.  He knew Krieger liked to get inside Zane’s head by making him wait.  He also knew that it took a while for Krieger to get suited up in his leather.  Krieger didn’t have the type of body that Zane was typically attracted to, but there was something about the man that turned him on.  And the black leather he usually wore showed his body off well.  He wasn’t nearly as fit as Zane and probably had ten years on him, but had enough muscle in his bulk and was comfortable in his skin, which was damn sexy.  If Zane were remotely interested in making some friends, Krieger would be someone he would consider.  Such thoughts went out of Zane’s mind as he heard footsteps descending the stairs.  He cleared his mind and focused on what he was here for.

Krieger had gotten half hard as he suited up, picturing Zane down in his basement.  He got hard the rest of the way as he entered the basement playspace.  Zane was facing away from him, in his usual position.  Krieger entertained a fair number of players, from novice to heavy duty, but he had never hosted anyone like Zane.  This man was dark and damaged, despite the front he put up.  He knew why Zane came to him; and he provided it.  The primal screams sometimes left Zane hoarse the next day.  That was why he usually preferred to submit to Krieger when he didn’t have to work the next day.  It also gave any marks time to heal up a bit.

Krieger stared at Zane’s wide shoulders and broad back, tapering down to a trim waist, then further down to his solid ass.  Zane’s butt was dusted with hair, growing thicker towards the crack.  Just how Krieger liked them.  He had yet to get inside Zane’s ass.  In all the scenes they had done previously, Zane knew that once he was bound he didn’t have a choice, and indeed that hadn’t been expressed as off limits.  But Krieger was a respected dom because he never abused the trust his subs placed in him.  Rather, he gave Zane what he needed and took what he wanted, choosing not to force himself on the man.  Plenty of times Krieger’s spunk ended up in Zane’s belly, and other times Krieger didn’t feel the need to cum at all.  He was working a long term strategy, and he hoped tonight would be another step on that path, of getting Zane to ask Krieger to fuck him.

“Arms behind you,” was Krieger’s first command.  Zane silently obeyed.  Krieger went to the side of the room and retrieved a few items.  Cuffs were quickly attached to Zane’s wrists.  Zane knew that before long they would be swapped with leather restraints, better for long term.  But Krieger liked securing Zane quickly, to further get inside his head.  Zane anticipated the next move, and he was right on target as Krieger fitted a wide black leather collar around Zane’s neck, buckling it tightly.  The next part Zane hated, but he knew Krieger liked it; it was all part of the scene, and in any case he was cuffed.  Krieger dropped his hand to Zane’s head, lacing his fingers in Zane’s thick dark hair, mussing it up, tugging it, moving Zane’s head around a bit; essentially exerting control.  Zane’s chest rose and fell in steady rhythm as he endured it.  “I’m glad you called tonight,” Krieger said.  Zane didn’t reply.  “I’ve missed you.  It’s been a while,” he continued, as he walked around in front of Zane, his hand still controlling Zane’s head.  Still Zane remained silent.  “You haven’t found another Master, have you now?” Krieger prompted, a teasing tone in his voice.  Zane gave a small smile that Krieger didn’t see, since Zane’s head was bowed.  “No, Sir,” he replied obediently.  “Good.  I don’t want to share you,” Krieger stated.  “You should come more often,” Krieger continued as he released Zane’s hair and moved to the workbench to retrieve more items.  “We could even have a standing appointment, every second Friday or so,” he continued, keeping half an eye on Zane’s cock, which was definitely thicker than it had been.  Again, silence.  Krieger sighed silently.  It seemed that tonight Zane was just here to sweat and scream.  He would provide it, but Krieger wanted more with the tall FBI agent.  Krieger had done some digging after Zane’s first few visits.  They had met online in a fetish website, Zane sending Krieger a message asking if he was discreet and interested in taking on a new sub for part time, occasional scenes.  The pictures of Zane’s body on his profile were hot enough to get him an initial session, and that’s all it took before Krieger was hooked.  After submitting every couple months for a year, Zane deleted his profile.  He had found his outlet to deal with Ty being gone.  He hoped Ty would understand, but as Zane was bound tightly and biting down on the gag as Krieger worked him over, he finally found the headspace he needed.  In one session he had even ejaculated spontaneously as Krieger whipped him, but hadn’t realized the power of his release until he saw the evidence of it splattered on the floor several feet in front of him.  That was when Krieger had first decided that this man was someone he needed to hold onto.  That had been a few months ago, almost a year into Zane’s visits.

Almost two hours later, Zane nearly collapsed into Krieger’s arms as the shackles holding his wrists overhead were released.  Red welts covered Zane’s back and ass.  His balls were still tied off tightly, and his nipples clamped with alligator clamps.  But the remains of his load clung to the tip of his cock, balls drained at last from the rough milking Krieger gave him to put him over the edge.  “Quick, we have to get these off,” Krieger said, unclamping Zane’s abused nipples.  He hissed in protest, but Krieger expertly rubbed the pec around each nipple, easing the blood flow back in.  Krieger loved Zane’s solid, hairy pecs.  Next he knelt and untied Zane’s balls.  Then he helped Zane over by the easy chair, oddly out of place in the basement.  He sat Zane down on the ground, retrieving a bottle of water and pouring himself a whiskey.  Again Zane felt the hand in his hair, this time less objectionable.  “Did you get what you needed?” he asked after a few moments of calm silence.  Zane nodded before he spoke.  “Yes.  Thank you.  I always get what I need from you,” he said, looking up at Krieger.  Krieger used his hand to hold Zane’s head steady, looking into his eyes.  “Zane, I…” he started, then stopped.  It took a few seconds for Zane’s sluggish brain to realize that Krieger had never addressed him by name before.  But Krieger was talking again.  “I’ve never met anyone like you before,” he started, looking off into the distance as he spoke, the back of his hand running down Zane’s face.  “I always enjoy our sessions, you know that.  But, I…” he broke off, returning his gaze to Zane’s face, thick with five o’clock shadow now that it was late into the night.  “I want more from you,” he finished, tipping his glass to drain the last of his whiskey and turning in his chair to face Zane.  “Not just as a kneeling sub, or a masochist.  What do you want, Zane?” 

Zane was all too aware of his position, sitting on the floor naked.  Wordlessly he got up and went over to his pile of clothes.  He pulled on his jockstrap, then his jeans, buttoning them.  Finally his tshirt.  Krieger thought he was going to walk out, not saying a word, perhaps never to return.  Had he pushed too far, disturbing the balance?  Still barefoot, Zane came back over and knelt in front of Krieger’s spread legs, his hands on the leather chaps covering Krieger’s thighs.  “I’m not ready for more.  I’m dealing with a lot, my…  partner is gone.  I will understand if you don’t want to do this any more, but you’re helping me more than you know.  I never could find someone who understood what I need the way you do, so I’m interested in continuing…  this,” Zane finished, waving his hands around the playspace.  “If you are,” he added.

Krieger raised a hand and cupped Zane’s cheek.  “Of course, Zane.  We’ll still have our scenes.  You know where to find me.”  With that, Krieger showed Zane out, with a quick tight hug at the door.  Within minutes, Krieger had his cock fished out of his codpiece, stroking his thick cock rapidly as he watched the tapes from this evening’s scene.  He had hidden cameras capturing the action from several angles.  The sight of Zane’s bound balls pulling up as he spurted shot after shot of cum out of his angry, proud cock put him over.  Cum bubbled up and Krieger caught it in a hand towel.  He sighed, relaxing back into the armchair, finishing the last of his second whiskey.  Time enough to continue the conquest of Zane Garrett at their next session.  Odd that when Krieger had done some digging on Zane, he hadn’t come across any sign of a partner.  With the partner being gone though, perhaps that explained why Zane was getting what he needed from Krieger.  If that was the case, he hoped the partner was gone for good.  Krieger wouldn’t break up a couple.  If Zane were playing behind his partner’s back, that could spell trouble.  With a weary sigh Krieger shut off the video feed, got up out of his chair, and started unbuckling all the leather as he climbed the stairs.  As sexy as the leather made him feel during a scene, afterwards it was just tight and constricting and he wanted it off.  He cleaned the pieces and put them away, ready for the next scene.

Logan was frustrated.  None of his usual websites were doing it for him tonight.  He switched over to the fetish website he had joined a month ago, and reviewed the list of local doms.  He saw one who looked promising, all beefy muscle and body hair.  Claimed to have a playspace and be an experienced, sane player.  Logan fired off a message to him, his extreme horniness making him offer himself up, no limits.  He attached a few body pics, including one of his ass that always worked.  If Zane didn’t want to fill his ass, then he would find someone who would.  And the pic of Master Krieger’s huge thick hardon hanging out of his chaps was something to behold.

Logan didn’t hear from Master Krieger until late the next week.  Zane had been much calmer at work.  He seemed to be walking stiffly, Zane claiming he had strained his back working out.  Logan offered to rub his back for him, but this was declined, rather sharply.  Thursday after work Logan read the message, which indicated that Master Krieger enjoyed breaking in novices, and had an unexpected opening the following night, since his regular Friday sub couldn’t make it.  Logan jumped at the chance.  He received his basic instructions for what to wear and where to go, including cleaning himself out.

Logan sobbed as Master Krieger was buried in his ass, barebacking him.  He had torn Logan a little, but soon Logan was pushing back, wanting it deeper.  Already his fair skin was covered in red stripes front and back from the light flogging Master Krieger had administered.  Once he had been warmed up, Krieger had Logan kneel in front of him and suck his cock, telling him to “get it hard, boy, I’m putting it in you.”  Logan had never felt such a rush at being controlled, ordered.  After getting his Master’s thick cock slicked with saliva, he eagerly obeyed and knelt on all fours to take it up the ass.  It didn’t surprise Krieger that the kid shot off while being fucked.  It took Krieger a while longer to achieve climax, flooding Logan’s tight butt.  The kid was out of it afterwards.  Krieger made sure he was warm and hydrated, and wouldn’t let him leave until they talked through the scene.  Logan admitted that he had never been fucked before, which Krieger already knew.  Logan opened up, admitting that he was only now coming to terms with accepting that he enjoyed sex with men, especially dominant men.  Krieger calmed Logan down, rubbing salve into his abused skin, talking to him, telling him it was normal and that he should think things through and if he wanted to contact Krieger again that would be all right, but no pressure or judgment either way.  Logan had gone home and slept like a baby, feeling the stretch in his ass and thinking of the thick load he had taken.

Logan became a bit of a regular at Master Krieger’s, taking up the every second Friday spot that seemed to have come open.  He was a natural sub, and Master Krieger never got tired of binding him in different positions and working his body, and especially spreading his tight smooth butt cheeks and sinking in.  Most times Logan shot off while being fucked; sometimes Master Krieger helped it along by reaching under him and giving the kid’s big cock a few strokes.  Instead of a decomp, after each scene Logan was ordered to pull his jockstrap on as he assisted Master Krieger in cleaning and tidying the playspace.  After a few months, Logan had even taken Master Krieger up on his offer to spend the night with him occasionally, naked and collared in his bed.  Logan slept like a baby in the man’s embrace and readily bit the pillow for a morning fuck.  Then Master Krieger would make breakfast for him, before sending him on his way.

Having become accustomed to his every other Friday release, Logan was caught off guard when, one Friday, Master Krieger contacted him to cancel their session.  Something had come up that he needed to take care of, and he hoped Logan would understand.  Master Krieger gave him orders to follow in order to earn his ejaculation that night.  Logan followed them to the letter, binding his ankles and wrists and masturbating himself.  He took a photo of his load splattered on his belly to confirm that the orders had been obeyed, and sent it to Master Krieger as he had been ordered.  He had enjoyed draining his balls; still, it was disappointing to not be over there in his jockstrap getting used in person.

Across town in the playspace at that very moment, Krieger was just finishing securing Zane’s arms overhead.  Out of the blue, Zane had called him up, wondering if he was free.  While he felt guilty for canceling with Logan, he couldn’t pass up a session with Zane.  After Zane’s arms were chained overhead, he nudged Zane’s legs wider before securing them to a spreader bar.  Krieger usually left his legs unfettered; but Zane had already started to enter subspace and didn’t give it another thought.  Krieger had control over him for the duration; he could do what he wanted and it was Zane’s job to take it.  He trusted the man.

After a mild flogging Zane was further into subspace.  He loved the slow buildup that Krieger always did, working different parts of his body, alternating between pain and pleasure.  So far he hadn’t clamped Zane’s nipples, but his balls were tied off tighter than usual, and weighted.  So Krieger was mixing it up, Zane managed to think as his head was lowered and a bit gag wedged between his teeth.  He could smell himself sweating.

Zane jumped a bit in surprise as he felt Krieger’s hand nudge its way into his asscrack.  His hand was heavily lubed, and Krieger rubbed up and down, slicking Zane up, digging a knuckle into where his tight hole was hidden in the dark hair.  Zane couldn’t see it, but in his other hand he held a medium size plug, already well lubricated.  Wiping his hand on a towel, Krieger gripped one of Zane’s buttocks with his hand, and with the other slowly pushed the plug into Zane’s opening.  Zane grunted, but didn’t struggle.  His mind was racing to accommodate this new development.  Krieger saw with satisfaction that Zane willed his body to relax.  First the arms, then the strong muscles of Zane’s back, and finally his buttocks.  Once he relaxed, the plug easily slipped in.  Krieger released Zane’s butt and went to zoom one of the cameras in closer.  Coming back around to Zane’s front, he noticed that his cock had deflated some.  His glance moved up to Zane’s face, and despite his head being lowered a bit, Zane was looking up at him, his dark eyes wary, almost challenging.  Apparently Zane didn’t particularly like this new development, even though he was enduring it, at least for the moment.

Krieger continued his routine working over of Zane, ending in a powerful orgasm.  Then Krieger unchained Zane, put him on his knees, and took his cock out of his codpiece.  Already completely hard, it wasn’t long before Zane was swallowing Krieger’s load as his hand was tangled in Zane’s hair, holding him in place.  Zane had sucked cock before, more in his early days of messing around with men.  He had sucked Ty’s cock of course, but quite frankly the two of them were more interested in fucking each other than anything else.  So while oral was a fun way to mix things up, Zane hadn’t sucked cock much recently until he met Krieger.

The plug stayed in during their decomp.  Zane drank his water; Krieger his whiskey.  Finally, when it was time for Zane to leave, he bent over and spread his butt as ordered for Krieger to remove the plug.  As he had when it went in him, Zane grunted when it came out.  He stood, reaching for his clothes, making eye contact with Krieger to see if any explanation would be forthcoming.  None was.  They both knew the rules.  Krieger could use Zane however he wanted.  And he had.  Zane idly wondered about the variation in pattern, but didn’t question it.  He knew he would return when the urge struck him next.

Logan’s Friday sessions continued as usual.  He found himself better able to deal with his attraction to Zane in the office, because he had something to fill that need.  He thrived in the assignments he was given, and worked his body hard in the field office gym, where he often saw Zane working out or showering up as well.  Zane remained his mentor and friend, but with new agents coming in he had less one on one time with Zane.  One Friday, Zane was working late on a case with Logan.  Some intel had just come in regarding some suspected drug activity passing through the inner harbor.  There was a shipment due to leave over the weekend, so they had to set up the operation immediately.  Around 8 o’clock, Logan was getting antsy, looking at his watch.  “You need to be somewhere, Logan?” Zane asked.  Logan looked up, clearly torn.  “Well, I’m supposed to meet someone later.  It’s not a big deal, I can cancel or try and push it back,” he replied.  “We’re far enough along with the plans, and the team will convene tomorrow to review them and make updates, so why don’t you go on home.  Or wherever you’re meeting your friend.”  They organized the papers, and left the office together. 

Logan drove directly to Master Krieger’s, still in his business suit.  Already a half hour late, he was without his jockstrap, so he entered and stripped naked, kneeling in position.  Master Krieger was already there, clearly pissed off.  He handed Logan his usual collar.  “Collar yourself,” he ordered roughly.  Logan dared a quick glance up, then regretted it.  “Yes, Sir,” he replied, obeying the order.  Next he was handed a set of wrist restraints.  “Put these on, wrists in front.”  Starting to shake, again Logan followed orders.  Next Master Krieger approached with a hood.  Logan had never been hooded before.  It was a full head coverage, lace up the back model with holes for eyes, nose and mouth.  The eyes and nose were open, but a penis gag was snapped onto the mouth opening.  Logan was prompted to bite down on the gag, then Master Krieger tugged the hood up and around his head, tightly lacing it.  Master Krieger roughly led Logan over a small cage to the side of the playspace.  Forcing his shoulder down, Logan was prompted to kneel and crawl in the cage.  Sitting down on his butt and scooting all the way into it, Master Krieger completed Logan’s bondage by putting restraints on Logan’s ankles.  Next he closed the cage door and padlocked it.  “I’ll give you some time to think about being late and not contacting me, slave.”  Logan had never been called ‘slave’ before, but he wasn’t surprised when his cock stiffened at the word.  Logan made a muffled reply of assent, wondering how long Master Krieger would keep him caged, and if he would even get a scene tonight.

As Krieger stood to put away a few implements he had set out, his cell phone rang.  He had a short conversation, walking around the playspace, but came to stand in front of the cage as he raised his voice and said loudly, “No, I’m not busy tonight.  Nothing at all planned.  Why don’t you come on over?  Usual position.”  He finished the call and knelt down beside the cage, reaching in to rub Logan’s tight pecs and flat belly, but ignoring his mostly hard cock.  “Tonight you’ll get to see how a real man takes abuse, slave.  You’re in for a treat.  But that’s all you get, you don’t get to cum or to have the pleasure of my cock.  Do you understand that you’re being punished?”  Logan could only meet the man’s eyes and nod.

Not twenty minutes later, another man arrived, discarded his business suit, and knelt naked.  Logan’s eyes were wide, and locked on the newcomer.  Zane fucking Garrett was Master Krieger’s sub!  At first Zane hadn’t noticed the naked, caged man.  Krieger had never had anyone else over during one of his scenes.  Zane assumed the man was some sort of slave being punished, but his attention was diverted back to what he was here for as Krieger collared him.

That night, Zane was plugged again, one size larger, and made to suffer in order to earn his release.  Logan watched, rapt.  Zane took much heavier abuse than anything Logan had so far endured; he was obviously tough and experienced.  That explained why Zane was stiff and sore sometimes; he was healing up from a session.  Logan’s attention was brought back to the scene as Master Krieger was milking Zane’s enormous erection, Zane bellowing his release.  How he could shoot off when his balls were tied up that tightly Logan couldn’t even imagine.  Master Krieger made quick order of releasing Zane, then sitting him naked on the floor.  Logan could see Zane’s cock, flaccid over his balls, the remains of his load oozing out as Master Krieger sat in the chair, the two of them talking in low tones that Logan couldn’t make out through the hood.  It cut him to the quick to see Master Krieger’s hand affectionately tangled in Zane’s hair.  Zane was obviously enjoying the afterglow of his release.  After a bit, Master Krieger had Zane stand and offer his ass up to have the plug taken out.  Then he stood and dressed, moving stiffly.  Master Krieger embraced Zane, who was a good four inches taller, and sent him on his way.

Krieger walked over to the cage, his fingers already unsnapping his codpiece.  “On your knees, slave,” Master Krieger ordered as he fished his cock out.  “Over by the bars, you’re going to suck my cock,” he continued.  Logan was eager to please his Master, and readily obeyed.  Logan’s cock was hard, and had been since Zane took the first blow with the flogger.  “You don’t get to cum tonight,” Master Krieger repeated, as he unsnapped the penis gag.   “I hope you learned some things tonight.  It was certainly a privilege for you to witness my best sub,” he said as his cock slipped into Logan’s mouth.  “I don’t get to see him often, but when he comes over it’s a sight to behold,” he continued conversationally as the young man sucked his cock.

After he ejaculated, Master Krieger replaced the penis gag, then left Logan caged as he went upstairs.  He turned the lights out as he left.  Logan had a brief moment of panic, but his underlying trust won out and he settled in to wait.  Master Krieger went upstairs to change out of his leather.  It turned out all right after all, he thought to himself.  Getting to work both men, and using his hot scene with Zane to punish Logan.  At first he was very surprised when Logan hadn’t shown up on time.  Then he figured he would lock him up for an hour, before doing their usual scene.  But when Zane called, he was able to kill two birds with one stone.

Returning downstairs exactly an hour later in loose jeans and a tight wife beater, Master Krieger unlocked the cage and helped Logan out.  Logan’s cock had drooped, but the sight of Master Krieger’s beefy pecs and thick chest hair stirred it to life again.  Master Krieger took off the restraints and hood.  Once Logan stood naked before him, he reached down and lightly swatted Logan’s hardon.  “Don’t get any ideas,” he said, “you still don’t get to cum.  Now get dressed and head home, it’s late.”  “Yes, Sir,” Logan said.  As he was pulling on his suit pants, he made a formal apology for his tardiness, which was accepted.  Then as he was buttoning his shirt, he couldn’t help but ask about the other man, of course not revealing that he knew Zane.  “That’s Zane.  He’s none of your business.  Now get the hell out of here so I can get some sleep.”  Master Krieger relented and gave Logan his usual tight hug and swat on the ass as he left.

The team assembled the next day to review the mission that was to go down late Saturday night, into the early morning hours of Sunday.  Security was at its lowest then, which was the perfect time for the drug runners to try and slip out unobserved.  FBI agents posing as dockworkers, hookers and even homeless people would be unobtrusively roaming the piers to try and identify the vessel.  Zane took point, dressed as stevedore in a tight tshirt and dirty jeans, unshaven, hair sticking messily out of a black skullcap.  Each agent had an ear bud in so they could communicate and coordinate the effort.  Logan was dressed a young male hooker.  At first he had protested, but Zane overruled him.  “You look too young to be anything else.  Plus you have the body type for it,” he finished, trying to keep a straight face.  So Logan was in tight jeans and a cutoff sleeveless tshirt, with his hair gelled back.  He even fended off a few actual offers from married businessman driving around in their Acuras looking for something on the side.  Of course the other agents heard the conversations as Logan declined the offers, his face blushing, knowing he would never hear the end of it back at the office.

Gunfire erupted, and the call went out for all agents to converge on Pier 39.  The vessel had been spotted.  Activity loading crates at 2am was unusual enough to attract attention, which meant the vessel was still tied up as the FBI agents cut off escape on the pier, and the harbor patrol blocked the path to sea.  The gunfire only lasted a few minutes before the drug runners realized there was no hope.  But not before Zane took a grazing shot to his tricep.  Twenty minutes later, some of the more senior agents were leading the perps away, zipties securing their arms behind them.  Zane sat in the open back of an aid car that had been on standby as the EMT treated his wound.  It wasn’t deep, and the EMT had a temporary dressing on it.  Stitches were recommended.  Zane was telling the EMT a convincing lie that he would certainly head straight to UM Hospital and have it taken care of, as Logan walked up into the pool of light cast by the aid car.  Logan had caught one of the perps as he attempted to jump overboard.  He had impressed the other agents by taking down the bigger man before he could get away, although he suffered a few scrapes as a result. 

Zane looked up at Logan as he approached.  “Good job out there tonight, Logan,” he said.  A quick nod and “Thanks.  The workouts are paying off,” to Zane as he turned to the EMT and continued “Any chance of an antiseptic wipe?”  The EMT got the needed supplies and was tending to the abrasions on Logan’s arm and shoulder.  Logan turned his attention back to Zane; it registered for the first time that he was bare to the waist.  Of course the EMT had stripped Zane’s shirt off him to tend to the wound.  It immediately registered that Zane was keeping his back facing the inside of the aid car, so no one would see the welts covering his back.  Finishing up with both men, the EMT went to close the rear doors.  “Where’d you put my shirt?” Zane asked.  The EMT replied, “I tossed it.  You don’t want to be putting that back on, what with gunpowder residue and your blood, plus who knows what else, on it.  You don’t have anything to be modest about,” he added before turning and getting into the cab.  Zane carefully kept his back to the dark as he called the other agents back together for a quick decomp.  After a quick debrief and assignment of follow up chores to be handled Monday, he dismissed the group.  The mission had gone well, with only minor injuries.  One of the senior guys patted Zane heartily on the back as he stepped away to head home.  Only Logan saw the tensing of Zane’s back and he could smell the sheen of fresh sweat that broke out on Zane’s torso.

Logan hung back, slowly walking side by side with Zane towards his car.  Logan had been around Zane naked or shirtless in the locker room many times; he was a man comfortable in his skin, not modest about his fit body.  But tonight his posture was more stilted; Zane continued to keep his back facing away, as they got to the parking strip with streetlights overhead.  Zane repeated his message of a job well done, then awkwardly unlocked his door, turning slightly away from Logan with his back still hidden to end the conversation.  Zane was surprised when he felt Logan’s hand on his arm.  It wasn’t just to get his attention; Logan started to push Zane so that his back was facing him.  Zane resisted.  “I know about Master Krieger,” he said.  Zane’s expression didn’t change, but he let himself be turned with his back fully to Logan, who gave a low whistle.  “Holy shit, he did a number on you.  Does it hurt?” Logan asked.  “Yes.  Very much.  But I…  enjoyed it,” Zane replied.  “Yeah I could tell,” Logan said, at which point Zane turned back around.  “You were in the cage,” Zane stated.  Logan nodded, “Yep.  Punishment for being late.”  Zane connected the dots, knowing his late strategy meeting had gotten him in trouble.  “He makes you call him ‘Master’,” Zane asked.  “Yeah…  don’t you call him that?” Logan asked.  Zane finally gave a chuckle.  “No.  I just call him Krieger.  Or ‘Sir’ which is just a term of respect.  We’re more equals, and I choose to submit for a limited duration,” Zane explained.  Logan nodded, starting to understand more, since he knew some of the emotional turmoil Zane had been going through in his personal life, as well as the stress of his new job as ASAIC.  And he had to deal with all of it by himself.  Logan stepped back a bit.  “Do you want me to rub some salve on your back?,” he asked.  Zane pondered the question for a bit.  “Yes.  My place?” he asked.  Logan nodded, “See you there.”

Logan had been to Ty’s row house many times, more so after Ty wasn’t there, as Zane mentored him.  They would sometimes work late into the evening, sharing a pizza, as Zane drilled Logan on policies and procedures, and running scenarios.  Back when Ty was around, he had helped with Logan’s hand to hand skills and coordination.  He had been a star pupil; Ty and Zane both pleased with his progress, even if Ty was a bit jealous of Logan’s obvious crush on Zane.  They suspected the kid was either gay or bi, but based on his background checks and personal information, it was well documented that he was straight.

Logan arrived only moments after Zane, who had left the front door slightly open.  Logan closed and locked the door.  He stripped his skimpy shirt off as he walked into the kitchen, where Zane already sat on a barstool, a bottle of healing salve set out.  Zane didn’t seem to be surprised that Logan wanted to be bare chested as well.  “Don’t you try to rub any on yourself?” Logan asked as he picked up the bottle.  “No.  I like to feel it,” Zane explained.  “Masochist,” Logan said teasingly, as he squirted his hand and started to gently rub the tense muscles of Zane’s back.  Slowly Zane relaxed, leaning forward onto his elbows, as Logan worked the salve completely over his abused back.  When he was done, he reached higher and kneaded Zane’s tight neck.  Zane made agreeable noises and relaxed even further.  Logan’s dick was hard.  Finally Zane shook himself, and stood, turning to face Logan.  Logan ran his eyes over Zane’s impressive torso; flat belly, solid pecs, broad shoulders, big arms.  Just the right amount of hair covering his chest and down his belly.  Logan raised a hand to touch him; even Zane’s smell was turning him on.  “Thank you,” Zane interrupted.  “I’m gonna let the warm shower blast my back for a bit, then crash.”  It was clearly a dismissal, and Logan pulled his hand back after a quick friendly pat to Zane’s side.  Zane walked Logan to the door.  “You did great tonight, Logan.  And I appreciate your discretion regarding our mutual friend.  You know I’ll do the same for you.  And if you ever want to…  talk about things, I’d be willing to do that,” Zane said.  “Thank you, Sir.  For the praise and the offer.  I may take you up on that,” Logan said.

Logan continued his regular visits to Master Krieger’s, asking for and receiving an escalation in the severity of his abuse.  Master Krieger also correspondingly upped the time he spent with Logan in his jockstrap, just hanging around his house, doing chores, showing off his tight little body.  More Friday nights Logan slept over, always getting drilled the next morning by the man he had come to think of as his Master.  He loved sleeping pulled back against Master Krieger’s beefy hairy chest.  And his Master never tired of running his hands over Logan’s tight abs.  In fact he told Logan in no uncertain terms that he was to maintain his fit body, especially his tight belly and butt.  They started to talk of Logan being collared; that would mean being under his control 24/7, even if he didn’t outwardly show it at work or in public.  Logan hesitated; as an FBI agent he knew he needed to keep his priorities and loyalties clear.  Still, he puzzled in his mind if he would make it work.  Master Krieger gave him space to think about it; he had no idea that Logan was FBI.  He had seen him in his business suit and assumed he worked in an office of some sort.  He knew that Zane was law enforcement of some sort, since he had shown up with a holstered firearm and hidden knife sheaths more than once.  But he had no reason to connect the two men, other than showing Zane off to a caged Logan that one time months ago.

Zane didn’t return for several months after the raid in the inner harbor.  He knew he was flying too close to the flame, having crossed paths with Logan unexpectedly.  He hadn’t even given the lean naked young man bound up in the cage a second thought.  If he was honest with himself, he rather liked having been stripped, displayed and worked over hard in front of an audience.  He knew he could take more than most subs.  Being tough was more about being the man that Tyler wanted him to be than it was for himself. 

Finally the stress built up, and Zane needed the release of a session with Krieger.  For once he was able to plan ahead, and called Krieger with plenty of notice.  Fridays were always booked now, not just every other Friday.  But Zane could come by on Saturday in the early afternoon, usual position.  Zane acknowledge the subtle orders and replied his customary, “Yes, Sir” before hanging up.

Logan missed Zane by less than an hour.  After spending the night, he had cooked breakfast, sat on the floor to eat his beside Master Krieger seated at the table, cleared the table and done the dishes, all with a fresh load of cum up his ass, kept in by a plug.  Logan was tight as hell and couldn’t take a very big plug.  Finally Master Krieger swatted his slaveboy on the butt and unexpectedly told him to get dressed and head out.  Logan couldn’t help but ask if Master Krieger had another sub coming over.  Master Krieger held his gaze steady as he replied, “You haven’t made up your mind about being collared, so I’m still hosting scenes with several men.  So yes, I’m expecting company.”  Logan nodded slowly, digesting this new information.  “Can I stay and wa…” Logan started, but Master Krieger cut him off.  “No.  I don’t want to hear another word out of you, son.  Go up and get dressed, then come back down for your hug goodbye.”  “Yes, Master,” Logan replied, turning around and bending over for the plug to be removed.  Soon he was back, in the tight jeans and fitted tshirt that Master Krieger required him to wear.  The hug was silent, but as Logan left Master Krieger reassured him by saying, “Everything’s fine between us, slave.  I’ll see you next Friday.”  “Yes, Sir,” Logan replied, without turning back.

Zane was prompt, as usual.  And naked, and kneeling.  His cock was up at half staff, which reminded Krieger how long it had been since Zane had contacted him.  He suspected that Zane was the type who didn’t masturbate; and if his partner was still gone, then his visits to Krieger were his only release.  As he buckled the collar around Zane’s neck, he remembered the program he had Zane on, stretching his ass with ever larger plugs, to work him up to wanting to be fucked by Krieger.  That made his dick stiffen in his codpiece as he prompted Zane to stand and reach his arms overhead to be attached to the shackles dangling down from the stout beams in the ceiling.  Zane hadn’t forgotten about the plug; in fact it was one of the reasons he had waited so long to return for a session with Krieger.  He really only wanted Ty up inside him; but he knew that if he wanted the rest of what Krieger offered, he had to take the parts he didn’t like along with the things that scratched his itch.  So he took the plug stoically, with his usual grunt as he was roughly lubed up and the larger plug forced into his ass. 

Krieger went all out since it had been so long.  The alligator clamps on his nipples, balls tied and weighted with a studded parachute.  As Krieger held the flogger in one hand, he raised his other hand and showed Zane the bit gag.  Of course Zane associated bits with the horses he grew up.  Krieger was offering to gag him like animal.  Zane knew what that meant he was in store for, and gave a quick nod and a quiet, “Yes please, Sir.”  “Ask for it,” Krieger prompted.  Zane blinked, hesitating.  But there was no turning back.  “Please gag me, Sir,” Zane tried again.  “All right.  Open wide,” Krieger said, inserting the bit between Zane’s even white teeth.  “Now bite down,” he continued, going behind Zane’s head and buckling the straps through Zane’s thick longish hair. 

Zane’s eyes followed Krieger as he set down the flogger and put on some gloves without fingers.  The knuckles were reinforced.  The grunts were loud and the sweat pouring off him copiously as Zane’s abdominal muscles took a pounding for the next twenty minutes.  They were bright red with some bruises forming as Krieger pulled the gloves off.  But Zane’s cock was hard.  Krieger went behind him, parted his butt cheeks, and rotated the plug.  For the first time that night, Zane groaned in protest.  It was very telling to Krieger that he could take the pounding on his abs, but reacted strongly to stimulating his ass.

Next the flogger came out.  Krieger warmed up Zane’s back and butt.  Then moved lower to the body part Zane most hated to have worked by the flogger:  the backs of his thighs.  Again Krieger got a reaction.  Now Zane’s chin was on his chest and he was breathing hard.  Precum leaked from his fully erect penis as it bobbed in the air with each blow.  Finally Krieger knew the time had come to finish this.  He moved around front, raised his arm, and brought the flogger down fully on Zane’s pecs.  He screamed through the gag as the flogger hit the alligator clamps on his nipples, causing them to bite in painfully.  He struggled in the chains, still screaming, as Krieger brought the flogger down again, then again and again.  At the fifth strike Zane arched his back, every muscle taut on his body, as his balls pulled up and his cock erupted in orgasm.  His spunk shot at least five feet across the cement floor. 

As he was gasping for breath, Krieger quickly moved in to support Zane’s weight with his arm as he unbuckled and removed the gag, tossing it away.  “Breathe deep,” he ordered; Zane nodded and tried to force himself to expel all the air in his lungs before breathing back in slowly.  Meanwhile the clamps were removed, balls untied, and wrists and ankles unchained.  Krieger helped Zane to sit on the floor beside the easy chair.  After fetching water and whiskey, Krieger sat down heavily.  Zane was still recovering; Krieger reached down and massaged Zane’s pecs, forcing the blood back into the tortured nipples and slowly ease the pain.  Zane’s balls were red and swollen, but his body was relaxed.  His etched abdominals, taut throughout the session, were finally relaxed as he breathed in and out.  Finally Zane opened his water and took a long drink.  His voice was hoarse as he asked, “Did I do something to piss you off?  Stay away too long?”  Krieger’s hand gripped Zane’s hair and turned the sub to look up at him.  “No.  I would never take anger out on a sub.  But I think you needed something extra tonight,” Krieger explained.  “You may be right,” Zane admitted. 

After a few moments of silence, Krieger asked, “How’s that plug treating you?”  “I can certainly feel it,” Zane replied.  “Did you partner fuck you?  Or you him?” Krieger asked.  “Both.  He’s the only one who’s fucked me in a few years.  We go both ways, and before we got together I think he was more the topman.  But with me, he more often than not wanted me up inside him,” Zane said.  “But you haven’t done it either way since he’s been gone?” Krieger asked.  “No,” Zane said simply, then sat up straighter.  “You’re training someone as a slave or boy or whatever,” Zane continued, more stating a fact than asking a question.  Krieger shrugged, “Yes, but he hasn’t made up his mind whether to take it to the next level.”  After a pause, he added, “You’ve seen him.  He was that lean young man who I had caged that one time.”  Zane nodded, acting as if this were news to him.  “If you takes you up on your offer, are we through?” Zane asked.  “Probably,” Krieger started.  “Unless you’re up for a group scene at some point,” he added.  Zane’s response was an immediate shaking of his head.  “No, this has to be just between us.  I was pretty desperate that night, and if I had spotted my audience before I was restrained I probably would have left,” Zane explained.  “Fair enough,” Krieger said.  “I apologize for not having run it past you, but he was already hooded and caged when you called, and I thought it was the perfect opportunity to further his training, by showing him my most intense sub.  If it pleases you to know, I’ve escalated the severity of his sessions,” Krieger said.  “Glad I could help further his training,” Zane said, half chuckling.  He was back to feeling normal, and finished his water.  Zane looked up again at Krieger, then meaningfully down to his crotch.  “Do you need…”  Zane started, but Krieger cut him off.  “No, I’m good.  The boy I’m training?  I had my way with him this morning, so I’m good.”  Nodding, Zane stood, and Krieger gently commanded him to turn around and bend at the waist.  Spreading Zane’s hairy butt open, he observed the lube slicked hair surrounding his tight hole.  He grabbed the base and pulled gently but firmly.  Finally the plug came out, and Zane stood up, stretching his lower back.  “Thanks, Sir,” he said, as he reached for his discarded jeans.  Krieger watched him dress.  Zane was a mature man in his prime; Krieger wondered not for the first time how he could continue to get inside Zane’s head.  Logan was so much easier, and very fun and responsive.  But Krieger loved a challenge.  Despite Zane’s request for no audiences or groups scenes in the future, Krieger’s wheels were turning.  He watched Zane’s butt in his 501s as he pulled his boots on, then strode purposefully toward the stairs.  At the door, Zane turned and nodded.  Krieger returned the nod, already reaching for the remote for the video feed, and reaching down to unsnap his codpiece. 

It was Saturday morning.  Zane sat in his car, down the street from Krieger’s house, for several hours.  He had spotted Logan’s Camry parked in the driveway, and had to wait until the kid was gone.  Finally, around 11, Logan came out of Krieger’s house, got in his car and drove away.  Two minutes later, Krieger’s doorbell rang.  “Did you forget something, boy?” Krieger started to ask, before fully realizing who was on his doorstep.  “He’s gone,” Zane replied.  “Can I come in?”  “Of course,” Krieger said, opening the door and standing aside.  Zane had never come to the front door before, always entering through the door to the basement in order to assume the position Krieger required of him.  Now, Krieger welcomed Zane into his living room, gesturing towards the couch as he seated himself in a chair.  “What can I do for you, Zane?” Krieger asked.  Zane was leaning forward, perched on the couch, elbows on his knees, head lowered.  He exhaled loudly before starting.  “My partner isn’t just gone for a while,” he started, then raised his eyes to meet Krieger’s.  “He’s dead,” he finished.  “Killed in action almost a year ago.  He was a Marine.”  Krieger began to murmur his condolences, as tears streaked down Zane’s face, at odds with his blank expression.  “He’s never coming back and I need to deal with that.  I’ve been treading water, half pretending he’s still around but…” Zane trailed off.  He wiped his tears away with the back of his hand.  Zane shook himself, taking the conversation in a different direction.  “But I only feel alive when I’m here, with you.”  The brutal honesty seemed to move both men.  “Zane, I…”  Krieger started, then seemed to make a decision.  “Come sit on the floor by me,” he said, monotone.  Zane blinked, then moved to obey.  “Strip to the waist, that’s how I like you,” he continued.  Zane pulled his snug henley off and tossed it aside as he sat on the floor beside Krieger’s legs, his back to the chair.  Krieger idly ran his hand down Zane’s hard hairy chest, gently feeling the hard muscles.  “Talk to me, son,” Krieger urged.  Two more tears made their way down Zane’s face.  He didn’t move to wipe them away as he started talking. 

Forty minutes later, one hand still on Zane’s chest and the other tangled in his hair, Krieger gently said, “Thank you for telling me all that.  I’m guessing you’ve not unburdened yourself to anyone in a long time.”  Zane shook his head.  “No.  Not since Ty,” Zane said, raising his head to look Krieger in the eye.  “That was his name,” he continued, “Ty.  Short for Tyler.  Tyler Grady.”  The tears were beyond Zane’s control, and two more leaked from his eyes.  Krieger’s hand settled on the center of Zane’s chest.  “He’s in here, Zane.  Ty is in your heart.  Nothing can change that.  But I agree, you need to move forward.  I’m glad you came by today.  Is it all right if I take charge?  Make the decisions?”  Zane merely nodded.

“All right then, let’s start by having you strip down,” Krieger said as he stood.  “Then assume the position,” he said as he left the room.  Zane waited patiently, naked, on his knees, hands laced behind his head.  Krieger kept him waiting.  The rattle of chains caught Zane’s attention as Krieger walked back into the room, decked out in leather and carrying a full blown set of prisoner shackles.  Not the first time I’ve been in a set of those, Zane thought to himself wryly.  In any case, he allowed himself to be locked into them, then escorted down to the playspace and put inside the same cage Logan had been in.  He was left with easy access to bottled water outside the bars.  Krieger climbed the stairs and locked the door.  He grabbed up his cell phone, and hit speed dial for the entry marked ‘boy Logan’. 

“Sir?” Logan said when he answered the call.  “Is everything all right?”  Master Krieger had never called him outside their regularly scheduled sessions.  “Yes, boy.  Everything is fine.  If you aren’t otherwise committed, I need you back here to help me with the training of another sub.  I think you will enjoy it,” he added.  “Another sub?” Logan asked, trying to hide the fear in his voice.  While he hadn’t felt ready to accept Master Krieger’s invitation to be a full time collared slaveboy, he also wasn’t ready to be faced with the option no longer being there.  “Yes, my boy.  You saw him before, the very fit tall man with the longish dark hair.  He’s decided that he’s ready for more, and I need help with him.  If you can’t make it or aren’t interested I can find someone else…” Master Krieger said.  Logan’s wheels were spinning, not getting any traction.  “No no, of course I’d love to help out and…  learn,” Logan said, trying to sound eager and not hurt.  “Excellent.  If you can come over now, I have him chained up for a bit, pondering his situation,” Master Krieger said.  “On my way, Sir,” Logan said, ending the call. 

Zane dozed, feeling more at peace than he had in a long time.  It had felt good to tell someone that the light of his life was gone and that he was suffering.  And to have control taken away was liberating.  He thought he heard the doorbell, and some footsteps above, rousing him from his light sleep.  He looked down at his body.  Hard bodied, overly worked out, his body hair untrimmed.  He idly viewed his thick cock, mostly hard against his thigh.  He thought fondly of how much Ty loved his big dick, having it up inside him or down his throat.  His attention was diverted as the door to the basement was unlocked, and two sets of footsteps came down the stairs.  This should be interesting, Zane thought to himself.

Neither Zane nor Logan gave anything away in terms of recognizing each other.  Rather, Logan was the perfect slaveboy assistant, clad only in his jockstrap, boots and collar.  And Zane played the willing masculine sub.  Logan expertly assisted Master Krieger as he worked Zane over hard.  Zane seemed more relaxed, able to take more pain, enjoying subspace more than usual.  A couple times Master Krieger paused the scene, coming around front to lift Zane’s chin and look him in the eyes.  A short nod and the peaceful expression in Zane’s eyes told Master Krieger it was okay to continue.  Over an hour later, Zane was hanging in the chains, covered in sweat, the largest of Master Krieger’s plugs up his ass, his huge erection criss crossed with rawhide cord, angry and begging for release.  But Zane had taken it all, hanging from the chains, not concerned.  Whatever Master Krieger wanted or needed from him, he was willing to take.  They had reached a new plateau.  On some level Zane worried about Logan seeing him like this, but it was just too easy to turn all the decisions over to Master Krieger.

Zane started a bit when he felt Master Krieger’s hand on his ass.  Spreading his hairy buttocks and playfully rotating and pulling gently on the plug.  Zane wasn’t gagged, and the moan escaping his lips caught even himself by surprise.  The huge plug had been stimulating his prostate since its insertion.  Zane moaned more loudly and struggled a bit as Master Krieger slowly removed it.  Logan was surprised at how big it was.

“Would you do the honors, slave?” Master Krieger asked of Logan, gesturing towards Zane.  Logan stared at Master Krieger, in shock.  “You mean…  you want me to…” he trailed off, eyeing the fit naked bound man in front of him.  His superior, his mentor, his friend.  His cock was rock hard in his jockstrap at the thought.  “Yes, my boy, I want you to fuck my new slave,” Master Krieger clarified.  He grabbed the bottle of lube off the workbench, squirted some in his hand, and slicked up an unresisting Zane.  Next Master Krieger fished Logan’s hardon out of his jockstrap and took it in his hand, adding even more lube.  Then he put his arm around Logan’s shoulders and guided him towards the waiting slave.  “Make him feel it.  The poor boy hasn’t felt much in the last year.  I think he’ll enjoy getting fucked again, especially by a fellow slave,” Master Krieger said.

Soon Logan was buried inside Zane’s butt, gripping his hips, thrusting for all he was worth.  Master Krieger was in front of Zane, touching him, tweaking his nipples, rubbing his taut abdominals.  Master Krieger nodded to Logan to finish the job, as he moved in and started kissing Zane.  At first Zane tried to move his mouth away, but Master Krieger gripped his head and held it in place.  They were locked in a passionate kiss when Logan flooded Zane with his cum.  It wasn’t until after Master Krieger pulled away that Zane realized he had also shot off, some of his release coating Master Krieger’s chaps.  “A fine job by both of you,” Master Krieger said, “Now Logan if you’ll help me get Zane down.” 

Each of the slaveboys sat on the floor on one side of Master Krieger’s easy chair.  Zane was utterly spent, almost drowsing.  Logan was alert, wondering what was next, risking the occasional glance towards his slave brother.  Master Krieger was enjoying his whiskey, planning the rest of the weekend.

Logan got his in the end, too.  On Sunday morning, Master Krieger dressed Zane in a slave harness and leather codpiece to assist him as he worked Logan’s tight, bound body over, before letting Zane bareback the kid.  And Master Krieger fucked both of his slaves that evening, before releasing them to return to the real world and their jobs the following morning.  He ordered Zane and Logan to both strip naked and get on all fours, side by side, down in the playspace.  He kept them waiting for 45 minutes before coming down the stairs.  Eyeing both naked men, he circled them, grabbing their butt cheeks firmly to let them know who was in charge.  He decided to warm up on Logan, and finish himself off in Zane.  After pulling out of Logan, still fully hard, he settled behind Zane, parting his hairy buttocks.  Rubbing a lubed finger over Zane’s tight hole, he leaned down and said, “Ask for it, slave.”  Zane didn’t hesitate.  “Please fuck me, Master Krieger,” he said, his head bowed, arms tense, legs spread wide, balls hanging down low behind his mostly hard cock.  Master Krieger had one hand on Zane’s hip and the other on his shoulder as he forced his cock inside Zane Garrett. 

Both men were warned to not touch themselves during the week.  Ejaculation was forbidden.  Zane simply nodded, mumbling “Yes, Master,” but Logan spoke up that he didn’t think he could trust himself to obey, and asked Master Krieger to lock up his cock and balls in a chastity device.  Master Krieger readily obliged him.

Dressed and walking to their cars, Zane and Logan shared a companionable silence.  Zane was already planning the work week in his head.  He was startled that he hadn’t thought of Ty in hours.  That was the whole point, wasn’t it?  The soreness in his ass, the welts on his back, his aching balls; all of it were part of the plan.  He hadn’t even hesitated to ask another man to fuck him.  Bareback, even.  It wasn’t so much that Master Krieger had gotten inside his head, or at least he told himself that, but that Zane was able to partition off his mind and lock away the things that made him a top notch FBI agent in order to submit.  And submission led to his mind being blank, able to just enjoy the ride.  He actually liked feeling each blow of the flogger on his back, each stripe of Master Krieger’s belt across his ass.  At least it was something he could feel, and it pushed away the pain of being without the man he had loved so intensely.

“Zane?” Logan asked, gently touching Zane’s arm.  Zane stopped, and turned to face Logan.  “Are we going to talk about this?” Logan continued.  “What would you like to talk about?” Zane asked.  Logan gave a slight shrug.  “I don’t know…  it seems like we should…  um, acknowledge that we…” he trailed off.  Zane filled the void, saying, “You mean that the two of us are homosexual masochists, willingly submitting to a dominant Master who likes to inflict pain on our naked bodies before sodomizing us?”  Logan laughed nervously, “Yeah.  That.”  Zane sighed.  “Look, I used to show up here occasionally to purge my demons after Ty left.  After he was killed.  I found that I craved it more over time.  I like the pain, and the peace of mind that comes with a session.  Running into you was an odd coincidence.  I didn’t know you had it in you.  I knew you liked men, from the time you got a hardon during the strip search.”  Zane paused, narrowing his eyes in thought.  “But this is more than just that for you, isn’t it?  Sure, I give up control for periods of time, but you spend part of your weekends here, truly being a slave, don’t you?”  “How did you know that?” Logan asked.  Zane didn’t even bother to answer.  Instead he gripped Logan’s shoulder.  “I’m going to play along, at least for now.  I’ll show up as ordered, and if he has you here at the same time, well that’s up to him.  We won’t speak of it at work,” Zane finished, turning to unlock his car.  Logan couldn’t contain himself.  “But Garrett we fucked each other!”  Zane gave one quick glance as he got in his car, answering, “Yeah.  I know.”  Logan just stood there as Zane’s car drove off.

That Friday the weather was glorious, warm and sunny.  Zane had ridden his motorcycle to work.  If Logan had received any orders from Master Krieger, he certainly hadn’t said anything.  Which was just as well, neither man needed any distractions at work.  Logan had to keep his cock hidden in the locker room, because of the chastity device.  Zane had kept his hands off his dick all week; it hadn’t been difficult to follow that order.  Since Ty had left on his final mission, he had only jerked off a few times.  He liked it when Master Krieger brought him to orgasm spontaneously, and even more when he roughly milked Zane’s cock to end a session.  Zane left the office quietly just after 4:30, a bit early but not unheard of. 

Logan received his orders via text.  He was to show up, enter the house, strip to his jockstrap and kneel in the entry hall.  Just before 6, Logan pulled up to Master Krieger’s house.  He hadn’t seen Zane’s car or motorcycle out front, so he figured he was solo today.  He knew the SUV in the driveway was Master Krieger’s.  Logan bowed his head and laced his hands behind his head as he knelt.  He kept his chest shaved; it showed off his definition better.  He didn’t have much chest hair anyway.  He left the trail below his navel, and his pits.  He had endured the chastity device more easily than he thought he would.  He looked forward to getting hard and getting off, which he hoped Master Krieger would allow.  He settled in to wait.

Master Krieger brought Logan’s collar, and buckled it on him.  Logan raised his chin a bit to allow easier access.  He saw that Master Krieger was wearing jeans and boots, and a flannel shirt open halfway down his chest, showing his thick chest hair and beefy pecs.  Master Krieger’s hand went to his jeans; he opened his fly and let his cock fall out.  Mostly hard already, he was going commando.  Logan licked his lips as Master Krieger’s hand prodded the side of his face closer, saying “Suck it, slave.”  “Yes, Master,” Logan said softly before his words were cut off and he swallowed up Master Krieger’s cock.  Less than ten minutes later, Master Krieger grunted as he spilled his load down Logan’s throat.  “Good job, boy,” he said, as he buttoned up.  “You’ve earned a reward.  Follow me,” he continued, leading Logan into the kitchen where he pulled out a chair and sat on it.  “Come stand in front of me,” he ordered.  Logan stood between Master Krieger’s spread legs, his arms at his sides.  Master Krieger fished Logan’s cock out of the pouch, still encased in the clear plastic chastity device.  The key was produced, the small padlock opened, and the device eased off Logan’s genitals.  It felt good to have it off; Logan’s cock stiffened a bit.

“Head out to the garage, boy.  Your reward is waiting for you.  Come back when you’re done and find me,” Master Krieger said, gesturing towards the door to the garage.  Logan went as ordered, puzzled.  He had seen Master Krieger’s SUV parked in the driveway, not giving it a second thought.  But when he entered the garage he saw the reason.  Zane’s motorcycle was in the center of the garage, resting on its kickstand.  Spotlights had been positioned on it.  Zane was there, draped over the seat, ass up, his wrists and ankles bound to the bike.  His ass was covered in angry red welts; Master Krieger had done a number on him, even breaking the skin.  Zane was gagged.  Logan approached, gently prodding Zane’s ass but being careful to avoid the welts.  As he did so, Zane shifted slightly, grunting in pain.  Then Logan noticed Zane’s swollen balls, tied up tightly with rawhide cord, and his angry hard shaft hanging below it.  Master Krieger hadn’t allowed Zane to cum; and assuming he had followed orders, he had a week’s worth of cum stored up.  The tip of Zane’s cock was leaking precum; so he had apparently enjoyed Master Krieger going to town on his buttocks.  It would certainly hurt to sit, Logan thought idly as he reached for the lube that Master Krieger had set on the bike.  He had grown fully hard as he contemplated the incredibly hot sight of Zane, bound and abused.  He lubed his shaft with one hand and spread Zane’s ass open with the other.  He sank in, eliciting another grunt from Zane.  Soon he was fucking in earnest, gripping Zane by the waist.  He surprised himself a bit when he raised his hand, then slapped his palm down hard on Zane’s butt.  Zane howled in protest through the gag.  He bucked in his bondage, and a fresh sheen of sweat broke out on him.  Not long after he swatted the other side, Logan shot his load, buried balls deep and flooding Zane.  Zane visibly relaxed as Logan pulled out.  Logan put his dick away, then came around to the other side of the bike.  Kneeling down, he noticed a small pool of spit on the garage floor.  The bit style gag made Zane drool; that had to be humiliating.  Logan fumbled with the buckle on the strap of the gag, tangled in Zane’s thick long hair.  He opened it and eased the gag out of his fellow slave’s mouth.  “You doing ok?” Logan asked quietly.  He was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to tamper with Master Krieger’s positioning of Zane, but the man was obviously in pain and his instincts were to check on him.  It took Zane a moment to answer as he relaxed his jaw.  He had obviously been left this way a while.  “Yeah.  You’re getting yours next time he turns you over to me.  That swat fucking hurt.  Now put the gag back in, and get back in there before he catches you.”  The gag was inserted; Zane bit down to keep it in place as Logan buckled it.  He stood and walked back towards the house, stopping to give Zane’s ass one final hard swat.  Logan chuckled as Zane verbally protested.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Master Krieger asked, after Logan found him in his study and knelt beside his chair, awaiting his attention.  “Yes, Sir” he replied.  Master Krieger continued reading the newspaper, his reading glasses perched on his nose.  Logan took the chance to look over the man who had taken control of his life.  He was solid, masculine and confident, balding slightly on top.  Not the type Logan would go for usually.  Zane was more his type; dark, quiet, extremely fit.  Closing the paper, Master Krieger stood and left the room, telling Logan to sit on the floor and wait patiently.  Logan heard the door to the garage open, then soon open again.  Master Krieger and Zane were talking in low tones, but he couldn’t hear what they were saying.  Mostly it was Master Krieger asking and Zane answering.  Not long after, he heard Master Krieger escort Zane down to the playspace. 

Logan was startled out of his thoughts when Master Krieger said, “Slave.  Come with me,” from the door.  Logan scurried to comply, following Master Krieger down the stairs.  Zane was there, still naked, unfettered.  He was stroking his huge cock slowly.  Logan noticed that the rawhide cord had been removed.  “Over there,” Master Krieger ordered, pointing Logan towards the center of the room where there was a drain in the floor positioned under the hooks in the ceiling.  “On your knees, hands behind your head,” Master Logan commanded.  “Right over the drain.  Stay there,” he finished.  Master Krieger took a few steps away, saying “He’s all yours, Alpha.”  ‘Alpha’? Logan thought to himself.  Shit that must mean I’m Beta.  This is getting serious.  His thoughts were interrupted as Zane’s bare feet came into view in front him.  Zane’s voice was harsh as he ordered Logan to raise his face and arch his back, resting back on his heels.  As he raised his head, his eyes locked on Zane stroking his cock.  His eyes went up Zane’s body, the thick dark hair covering his taut abdominals, his hard pecs covered in dark hair, the nipples barely visible.  Powerfully aroused by the sight, Logan realized that Zane was going to spray his cum all over Logan.  Soon Zane’s balls pulled up, his hand moving furiously as he jerked himself.  The first shot landed on Logan’s chest, the second on his face, and the next few on his lower abdomen.  Soon the cum was running down his torso into the jockstrap waistband.  But Zane wasn’t done.  The hot spray of piss caught Logan by surprise.  He started to react and break position but Zane barked “Don’t move.  Take it.  You deserve it.”  Zane moved his cock up and down, the hot stream hitting Logan in the face, in the chest, all over, soaking him and the jockstrap.  Finally Zane was done, his piss running down the drain.  Logan started to shiver as the hot urine cooled on his body.  “Hose him down,” Master Krieger ordered.  Zane got the hose and turned it on, full blast on Logan, who practically squealed in protest.  Soon Logan and the floor were washed clean.  Zane put the hose away, and at Master Krieger’s orders restrained Logan’s arms behind him, secured his ankles, and locked him in the cage.  The last thing Logan saw before the lights were turned down was Zane’s abused butt cheeks as he followed Master Krieger up the stairs.  The door was locked. 

Zane was bent over the sink in the Master bath.  He looked at himself in the mirror as Master Krieger applied salve deep into the abused flesh of his ass.  It hurt, but it felt good being tended to.  “OK, you’re all set.  It’ll hurt like hell, but the marks will fade in a couple days and you won’t scar.”  Zane nodded, already mentally planning how he would navigate the locker room on Monday.  “Put your black jockstrap on and get in bed,” Master Krieger ordered.  “Yes, Sir,” Zane responded.

By the time Master Krieger returned from checking on Logan, Zane was dozing, face down, only a thin sheet covering him.  One arm was raised above his head.  His muscular shoulders were shown off, and not for the first time Master Krieger appreciated what a magnificent body Zane Garrett had.  Master Krieger stripped down and got in bed beside his Alpha slave.  This was the first time Zane had slept over.

The next morning, Master Krieger retrieved Logan from the basement.  Logan was working Master’s Krieger’s nipples with his mouth while Zane sucked his cock.  Both slaves wore their jockstraps; Zane’s black, Logan’s white.  Master Krieger grunted as he came.  Zane swallowed it down.   The slaves cooked breakfast and did the dishes.  Logan was sent out on a 5 mile run, shorts and shoes, no shirt.  Master Krieger sat in his chair, reading the paper, lightly supervising Zane’s punishing sets of abdominals.  Soon the smell of Zane’s perspiration filled the room.  Zane rested a bit when he was done, sitting on the floor.  When Logan returned, covered in sweat, he sat beside Zane without being told.  Master Krieger ordered them to strip off, then kiss and grope each other.  “Whoever gets hard first, the other one has to suck his dick.”  Logan won.  Zane got some more protein in his belly. 

Late Sunday afternoon, Zane’s pager went off while he was strung up, just having received the first flew blows with the flogger.  Master Krieger had already told him he was taking it up the ass afterwards.  Logan was watching from inside the cage where he had spent much of the weekend.  He was insanely jealous of the time Alpha Zane got to spend with Master Krieger.  At the sound of the beep from the pager, Zane verbally indicated through his gag that he needed to speak.  Master Krieger immediately removed it.  “That’s a code 9.  I need to respond immediately,” he said, looking Master Krieger in the eye, all trace of obedience gone.  Zane’s muscles tensed reflexively as Master Krieger lowered and unshackled Zane’s wrists.  He quickly walked to the bench and retrieved the pager.  Standing nude, cock still half hard, he read the message.  “Shit,” he said.  “I have to go.  Right now.”  He reached for his discarded jockstrap and jeans, pulling them on quickly.  He sat and laced his boots, then pulled his tight tshirt on.  “I’ll be in touch,” was all Zane said as he took the stairs two at a time.  Master Krieger and Logan both heard the side door close, then Zane’s motorcycle rev to life.  They looked at each other.  “It’s your lucky day, Beta,” Master Krieger said as he unlocked the cage and moved Logan into the same position Zane had been, arms stretched overhead.  “You want the same treatment I had planned for Alpha?” he asked as he rubbed Logan’s torso with his rough hand.  He tweaked the kid’s nipples, same as he had done with Zane.  Zane disliked others playing with his nipples; it embarrassed him that his cock would jump and stiffen.  “No, Sir,” Logan answered after a brief hesitation.  “Why not, son?” Master Krieger asked.  “I’m not ready for that level,” he answered, looking over to where Zane had departed only moments before.  Master Krieger used the handle of the flogger to prod Logan’s face forward again.  “Why are you distracted?” he asked.  “You’ve never had trouble focusing before when it was just the two of us.”  Master Krieger knew his subs well.  “A code 9 means some serious shit is going down,” Logan said.  “How do you…  wait, you’re FBI too?” Master Krieger asked.  Logan blinked.  “You didn’t know that?” he said.  Again he glanced and nodded to where Zane had left.  “Zane’s my boss.  He’s the assistant agent in charge of the whole office.”  Master Krieger took this all in.  There had been no reason for the slaves to reveal that they knew each other outside his house.  Still, he was surprised they had been able to separate the two sides of their lives.  Perhaps it was just a testament to the mental acuity required of an FBI agent.  But that goes both ways, Master Krieger thought to himself.  “You don’t need to go also,” he asked.  “No, Sir.  I’m not on call this weekend.  Zane is on call 24/7.”  “You will refer to him as the Alpha slave, understood boy?” Master Krieger corrected.  “Yes, Sir” was the immediate response.  “Good.  Now get ready to hurt.”

Logan was worked over hard, his back, butt and thighs bright red.  He had even taken a few gut punches, prompted to tense his belly before blow of Master Krieger’s bare fist.  Logan grunted but took them.  He knew that Master Krieger was holding back.  True to his word, after Logan was hanging from the chains, exhausted, Master Krieger fucked him, ejaculating after a fairly long time.  It was late on Sunday when Master Krieger allowed Logan to leave, chastity device locked back on.  Master Krieger gave him a quick embrace, grabbing his ass, at the door before sending him on his way.  The first thing Logan did was check his mobile device for a status update on the situation that Zane had been called away for.  There were only a few details on the post; that meant that it was still in progress.  Logan texted Zane, asking if he needed him.  There was no reply.