Chapter Five – Interrogation Brian sighed as he finished shutting down his computer and put his remaining paperwork in to a file after a long days work at Kinnetic. He pulled on his coat and took one last look around his office before flicking the light switch and bathing the room in darkness. As Brian made his way to the elevator all he could think about was how much he wanted to get to the loft so that he could spend the rest of the evening with Justin. He stepped out of the elevator when it reached the parking lot and pulled his car keys from his pocket ready. Brian’s footsteps echoed through the empty lot as he walked briskly towards his jeep. Brian suddenly became aware of another set of footsteps that seemed to be walking quickly behind him. Before he could turn around to investigate, he felt something hard shoved into his back. Brian’s whole body tensed as he began to panic. “What the fuck do you want?” Brian demanded of the unidentified person behind him. “I want you to shut the fuck up,” the person growled, “And I want your car keys.” Brian’s body immediately relaxed as he realised what was going on. “What if I don’t want to give you my car keys?” Brian questioned. “Then I’ll have to take them by force.” Justin retorted still maintaining his harsh accent. Brian felt his dick harden as he anticipated what Justin might do to him. “Give me the fucking keys!” Justin unexpectedly shouted, jerking Brian from his thoughts. Brian opened his hand and Justin took the keys from him. “Walk forwards.” Justin instructed, pushing whatever it was deeper in to Brian’s back. Brian began walking forwards in the direction of the jeep. “Get in.” Justin ordered as he unlocked the door. Brian hesitated, still wondering exactly what was going on. Justin felt Brian’s indecisiveness and whispered gently in his ear, “Do you trust me?” Without thinking about his reply Brian answered, “Yes.” “Good.” Justin’s voice was now back to the aggressive tone, “Then get in the fucking car!” Brian knew from the moment that he and Justin had just shared that Justin wouldn’t let anything bad happen to him, so he opened the passenger side door and got into the jeep without protesting any further. “Put your hands together on your lap.” Justin barked. Brian complied and Justin took out a black silk scarf and tied it around Brian’s wrists. “Are you going to be quiet or do I have to gag you?” Justin asked. “I won’t say a word.” Brian promised. Justin slammed the car door for effect and made his way around the jeep to the driver’s side. He got in and placed the keys in the ignition. Brian expected to hear the engine turn over but instead there was silence. Brian turned to face Justin and looked at him enquiringly. It was the first time that Brian had actually been able to get a proper look at Justin and he took in the unusual ensemble. Justin was dressed in a tight fitting long-sleeved black sweater that perfectly showed of his well-toned chest. As Brian’s eyes wandered downward he saw that Justin’s lower body instead of being clothed in the normal casual sweatpants, was covered by tailored black pants with a matching black leather belt. Brian felt his cock start to respond to the outfit and shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Justin had waited for Brian to take in his outfit before beginning his explanation. “Brian,” he started, making sure that he had the Ad Exec’s full attention, “You have a piece of information that is vital to my investigation. I have been instructed by my fellow agents to bring you in for questioning. However,” Justin paused to look intently into Brian’s hazel eyes, “I do not do things by the book. If you are withholding information from me, you can bet your ass that I will be able to get it out of you.” Brian raised his eyebrows, he hoped that last statement didn’t mean what he thought it meant. “Now,” Justin continued, “I’m going to take you back to FBI headquarters and interrogate you. Unfortunately, you are not allowed to know where that is, so I am going to have to blindfold you.” Justin took out another silk scarf from his pocket and tied it around Brian’s head so that his eyes were covered. Brian heard the engine start up and then recognised the familiar feeling of movement within the jeep as Justin pulled away. Brian tried to get himself to relax, but there was just something about being blindfolded in a moving car that put him on edge. In between concentrating on the road, Justin occasionally glanced over at Brian to see if he was okay. Justin knew he was going to particularly enjoy this role-play as for once; he was going to be the dominant one. Just to prove his point, he ran his hand up the inside of Brian’s leg and watched as Brian’s body jerked from the unexpected contact. As Brian began to loosen up from the touch Justin withdrew his hand and allowed him to agonize for just a little bit longer. After a while, Brian felt the car stop and wondered where they had ended up after such a short journey. He heard Justin unfasten his seat belt and get out of the car. There were a few moments of silence before the door beside him was opened and he could only assume that it was Justin who was helping him out of the jeep. Brian could not believe how disoriented he felt as Justin led him around the jeep and on to the sidewalk. Justin abruptly stopped and Brian was left to wonder what was going on. In actual fact, Justin was just punching in the code so that they could get in to Brian’s apartment building. Brian felt himself being pulled forwards again so he began to walk blindly wherever Justin led him. Brian could swear that he recognised the next noise, but just couldn’t place it, as Justin pulled down the elevator gate. Not a word had been spoken since the start of their car journey and Brian’s anxiety was starting to get the better of him. “Where the fuck are we going?” he exclaimed as the elevator reached their floor. “I thought I said no fucking talking.” Justin scolded as he pushed Brian up against the wall by the loft door. The sudden movement took Brian by surprise but all he could concentrate on was Justin pressed up behind him. Unable to help himself Brian let a moan escape from his lips. Justin ground his hips into Brian’s ass so that he could feel Justin’s erection though his pants. “Stay there.” Justin grunted in to Brian’s ear. Justin slid the loft door open and made sure that everything he had prepared earlier was in position. He returned to Brian who was unconsciously rubbing himself against the wall. Justin placed his hands on Brian’s shoulders and directed him in to the loft. He slid the door behind them making sure that it made a loud clanging noise for effect. Brian finally realised where they were as he heard the familiar sound and got his bearings as Justin sat him in a chair in what he could only assume was the middle of his loft. Justin removed Brian’s jacket and proceeded to untie Brian’s hands. Brian hoped that the blindfold would follow but was disappointed when he felt his hands become freed only to be tied up again, but his time, to the chair. “I’m going to ask you some questions now.” Justin announced, “And you better give me some honest answers or I will have to use more unconventional methods of extracting the information.” Brian nodded his head in response and wondered what the fuck Justin was going to ask him. “Firstly,” Justin said, “I want to know why you were planning to assassinate our beloved Police Chief.” Brian decided that he would play the “bad hostage” and not reveal any information at all. It wasn’t like he had any information to tell ‘Agent Justin’ anyway. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Brian replied, with a tone of indignation. “Don’t play games with me Kinney,” Justin snarled, “I know that you were planning to murder Jim Stockwell, I have all the proof right here. All I need is for you to do is tell me a couple of details.” “I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about!” Brian yelled, pretending to struggle against his restraints. “Not the right answer.” Justin replied, annunciating each word. Brian shifted uncomfortably in his seat and speculated as to what Justin was about to do to him. Justin leant close to Brian so that he knew his warm breath could be felt. He then started to slowly unbutton Brian’s brown Armani shirt. Once Brian’s chest was fully exposed Justin asked him, “Are you going to talk?” Brian was silent for a few seconds to make it seem like he was contemplating his answer. Eventually he replied, “Go to hell!” “You’ll regret that.” Justin warned as he trailed his index finger down Brian’s perfectly tanned and sculpted torso. Sweat glistened on Brian’s chest and Justin could not believe how hard Brian’s appearance was making him. All Brian could hear were Justin’s footsteps as they echoed across the hard wood floor. ‘Let the fun begin’ Justin thought as he closed the freezer door after retrieving his first instruments of torture. Brian yelped as he felt extreme cold touch his warm skin. Justin trailed the ice-cube over Brian’s chest, leaving a small trace of water. Brian continued gasping as the ice-cube was rubbed over each of his nipples making the nubs hard. As Brian arched up into the sensuous touch, he realised how confused his body was becoming, desiring to feel the cold of the ice-cube but also not actually wanting it. It was a strange sensation that left Brian bewildered, but aching for more when Justin stopped as the ice-cube was fully melted. “Are you ready to tell me?” Justin asked. “I’ll never fucking tell you!” Brian yelled at the top of his voice. Justin smiled; Brian was great at playing up to his role. “I’ll just have to get my next implement of torture.” Justin taunted. “Wait!” Brian called, “Can’t I erm, can’t I bribe you with something?” Justin thought this over, it had been hot to bribe Brian on their “cop night”, however, it was Justin calling the shots now, and he wasn’t going to give in so easily. “I think I’d have much more fun torturing you.” Justin remarked. “Unless you want to tell me what I want to know?” “Never.” Brian huffed. “Have it your way.” Justin smiled as he moved behind Brian so that he could untie the silk scarf that was acting as a blindfold. Brian blinked as he adjusted to the brightness of the room. “Better?” Justin enquired, “Now you can actually see what I’m going to do to you.” Justin smiled as he picked up another ice-cube. As it touched Brian’s flesh he shivered and let out small gasping noises as he threw his head back to enjoy the sensations. Justin swirled the ice-cube around Brian’s chest with expertise making sure to caress each of the right places, making Brian’s mouth hang open in constant gasps and moans. Justin took the end of the ice-cube in his mouth and continued swirling it over Brian’s torso, but with his tongue added to increase the effect. Brian was so incredibly turned on; it was all he could do not to spontaneously come right then. Just as he thought that he couldn’t take anymore, Justin stopped as the last of the ice-cube dissolved. Justin ran his fingertips lightly over Brian’s torso sliding them in the warm moistness that was Brian’s hot sweat combined with icy cold water. Justin stopped and backed away from Brian so that he could build up the tension a little more. “I think that a humiliation technique will probably make you crack.” Justin decided, “Let’s get those clothes off.” He advanced towards Brian and more “struggling” ensued as Brian made it seem as if being naked was the last thing that he wanted right now. In fact it was the thing he most desired, as his pants were becoming much to tight around his straining cock and he desperately needed some release. Justin knew that Brian would never forgive him if he were to tear the Armani pants from his legs so, he decided to go for the slow and teasing approach, to prolong Brian’s suffering. Justin slowly pulled off each of Brian’s Prada shoes and then his socks. Justin lightly grazed his index finger along the delicate sole of Brian’s bare foot, tickling him and causing Brian’s leg to jerk upwards. To tease Brian further, Justin lightly ran his hand up the inside of Brian’s leg until it rubbed across the crotch of Brian’s pants where he could feel a slight wetness where pre-come had oozed from Brian’s dick. Brian moaned as Justin unbuttoned the pants and slowly slid the zipper down releasing Brian’s cock from the confines of the material. Justin, unable to wait any longer, quickly pulled the rest of the pants down Brian’s slender legs so that all that remained on Brian’s body was the open brown shirt. “I’m going to have to untie your arms so that I can get that shirt off you.” Justin explained, “So don’t try anything. Or your torture will be much more severe. You thought me tickling your foot was bad? You just wait.” Justin untied the scarves that held Brian’s wrists in place to the chair and quickly slipped the shirt off down Brian’s arms. Brian sat still and in silence as he relaxed into the black leather chair fully naked. Justin attached the restraints to Brian once more with just a little resistance from his ‘hostage’ and stood back to admire his handiwork. Brian sat back and let his legs spread wide so that it was hard for Justin to concentrate on anything else but Brian’s pulsing cock. Justin unconsciously licked his lips and had to stop himself from sucking Brian’s dick right there and then. “Control yourself.” Justin muttered to himself under his breath. When Justin had planned this idea out in his head, he had no idea how erotic it would be so see Brian naked and powerless tied with black silk to a chair. Justin needed to come so badly, he had been hard since he first saw Brian making his way towards the jeep in the parking lot. “Are you ready to tell me what you know?” Justin asked, knowing what the answer would be. Brian writhed around in the chair to make it seem as though he was making an attempt to escape before he replied, “I already told you. I will never fucking tell. What part of that don’t you understand?!” Brian had shouted the last part catching Justin slightly off guard and making him jump. At the end of his passionate speech Brian had thrown his head back so that he was now in a position to gaze at the ceiling. Justin knelt down beside Brian’s head and roughly grabbed some of his silky hair jerking Brian’s head so that he was forced to stare into Justin’s intense blue eyes. “You will break,” Justin hissed at Brian, “They all break. Everyone has a point where they can’t take anymore.” “Fuck you!” Brian murmured as he yanked his head away from Justin’s grasp. Justin took Brian’s jaw firmly in his hand and pulled Brian so that he was once again looking directly at him. “You will break.” Justin stated giving Brian his most ‘evil’ smile. Just to reiterate his point Justin ran his tongue up the side of Brian’s cheek. Brian gasped and attempted to pull away but Justin’s hand held his face in position so that his tongue could finish its journey along Brian’s jaw line. Justin’s trail led him to Brian’s ear where he bit down lightly causing Brian to moan. “If you’re going to keep on moaning like that,” Justin said as he released Brian’s face and stood up, “I’ll have to gag you. You don’t want that do you?” Brian shook his head. “I thought not.” Justin continued, “Anyway, I have better ideas for your mouth. You’re going to suck my cock.” “No!” Brian cried out, making it seem as if sucking Justin’s cock was the worst thing in the world. “Please no!” “So you’ll tell me what I want to know?” Justin asked. Brian thought about it for a while. “No.” He eventually answered hanging his head. “Then you will suck me off.” Justin informed him as he climbed on to the chair, his knees either side of Brian’s legs. Justin unzipped his pants and pulled his erection out so that it was staring Brian right in the face. “Suck it.” Justin commanded in his most domineering voice. Brian turned his head away and pressed his lips closed. “Suck it.” Justin repeated as he grabbed the back of Brian’s head and laced his fingers through the auburn hair. Justin ran his cock along Brian’s lips until he finally complied and took Justin in to his mouth. Justin sighed as the warm comfort of Brian’s mouth enveloped him. “Mmm,” moaned Justin, “That’s it, suck it.” Brian slid his mouth up and down Justin’s throbbing cock making sure to swirl his tongue at the same time. “For someone who’s being tortured,” Brian thought to himself, “I’m having a pretty good time.” As if Justin could read Brian’s mind, he started to fuck Brian’s mouth harder, pushing himself deeper in to the eagerly awaiting throat. Justin pumped in one final time and then squeezed his eyes shut as he moaned loudly and shot his come. Justin pulled himself out of Brian and tucked his softening cock back in to his pants. As Justin zipped up his fly and removed himself from the chair, Brian licked his lips to make sure that he had not missed a drop of Justin’s delicious spunk. Brian suddenly remembered that he was, in fact, not meant to be enjoying this experience so; he dramatically leaned over the side of the chair and spat on to the floor. “What’s the matter?” Justin asked, eyebrow raised, “Don’t you like sucking dick?” Brian squirmed vigorously in his chair letting out occasional yells and profanities, as he ‘attempted to escape’. When Brian had calmed down again, Justin picked up a glass of water and walked over to him. “You must be thirsty after that,” Justin soothed, “Here, have something to drink.” Justin knelt down and held the glass up to Brian’s lips. Brian refused to open them once more. “You don’t want it?” Justin sneered. “Fine with me.” Justin stood back up and appeared to be walking away. Suddenly, Justin turned back round and tipped the glass of water upside down and allowed the contents to gush over Brian’s head. Brian yelped with surprise as he felt the liquid hit him and trickle down his shivering, naked body. “Fuck!” Brian winced. “You should have just drunk the fucking water.” Justin explained. “No shit.” Brian replied. “I take it you’re ready to tell me what I want to know?” Justin asked. “You’ll have to do better than making me a little bit damp before I talk.” Brian retorted, grinning faintly. “Don’t worry,” Justin reassured, “I have plenty more planned for you. But I can’t torture you here, I’m moving you to another location.” With that, Justin grabbed a silk scarf and tied it back around Brian’s head so that he could no longer see. Justin released Brian’s wrists from the chair but still made sure that the silk was knotted around them. Justin held on to the fabric as he pulled Brian up into a standing position. “Walk!” Justin commanded as he pulled Brian toward their bedroom. Brian staggered through the loft, relying on Justin to guide him. When they reached the steps to the bedroom, Justin paused and allowed Brian to warily stumble his way up them, making sure that his arm was around Brian at all times in case he fell. Once Brian was positioned at the end of the bed, Justin pulled the silk ties behind Brian’s back and knotted them together so that Brian’s arms were rendered helpless. With an enthusiastic shove, Justin pushed Brian forward so that he landed face down on the bed, legs spread wide. Justin straddled Brian so that he was sitting on Brian’s legs, also restraining them. “There’s no escape.” Justin whispered to Brian as he ground his dick into Brian’s ass. Justin rolled off Brian and proceeded to tie each of his limbs to separate corners of the bed with his vast supply of silk scarves. Brian now lay spread out on the blue sheets with his arms and legs suitably pinned down, so that Justin was able to do almost whatever he wanted to him. All Brian could do was listen to the footsteps as he wondered what on earth Justin had planned next for him. Justin smiled to himself as he picked up the feather that he had placed on the bedside cabinet, in preparation for this moment. Justin knew how ticklish Brian really was and realized that when tortured with a feather, he would more than likely give in. Justin decided to keep the blindfold on Brian as he ran the beautiful peacock’s feather down his back. Brian writhed on the bed, trying to get away from the itchy barb of the feather. Brian couldn’t help himself as he began to laugh uncontrollably. Justin stopped ticking Brian to pull off the blindfold. Brian was still giggling as he blinked his eyes to adjust to the light. Justin pulled the silk down so that it now acted as a gag on Brian’s chuckling mouth. “You are making too much noise.” Justin declared as Brian’s laughing was immediately muffled, and Justin pulled the gag tighter. Justin took up his former position to mercilessly tickle Brian. Every time Justin thought that Brian was going to give in Justin asked him, “Do you give up?” and Brian would reply by shaking his head. Eventually Justin had to admit that no matter how much he tickled Brian, he would not relent. “Time to step it up a level.” Justin thought as he placed the feather back on the bedside cabinet. Brian felt relief wash over him as he knew that one more bout of being ticked between his thighs and he would have had to admit defeat. Brian Kinney did not like to admit defeat; it wasn’t in his operating manual. This whole experience was very challenging for both of them, but most of all for Justin, who knew that he would have to “break” the man who was unbreakable. “Ready to talk?” Justin asked the question that was becoming tedious to them, as they both knew what the answer would be. “Fuck you.” Brian simply stated in reply, although his speech was somewhat impaired by the silk scarf that was over his mouth. “Pardon?” Justin taunted as he removed the scarf, making sure that the silk ran over Brian’s face as he pulled it away. “I said…fuck you!” Brian shouted at the top of his voice. “That’s what I thought.” Justin smiled. “What to do next?” Justin paced around the bed stroking his imaginary beard with his thumb and index finger, to simulate that he was deep in thought. Brian rolled his eyes and turned his head to follow Justin around the room, although it proved difficult, as Brian could not quite get his head around as far as usual, due to the silk scarves. Justin finally settled to stand behind Brian who looked particularly beautiful, spread out on the bed. Brian followed Justin’s gaze and realised that the lustful blue eyes were staring directly at his ass. “You have a beautiful ass.” Justin complimented, “It would be a shame if something were to happen to it.” Brian raised an eyebrow, “And what exactly would happen to it?” He enquired. “Oh I don’t know…”Justin began, “It may become red for some reason.” “Red?” Brian muttered. “Yes,” Justin continued. “From being spanked too much.” As soon as Justin said the word “spanked” he brought his palm down to strike Brian’s faultless ass. Brian had anticipated the blow so he had already pressed himself as deep in to the mattress as was physically possible with an aching hard-on. Justin was not impressed that the spanking he had just issued Brian with had almost no effect whatsoever on the older man. Justin resolved to spank harder as he brought his hand down on Brian’s ass cheeks once again. Justin smiled as he had heard a distinct gasp escape Brian’s lips. A few more spanks later and Brian was arching upwards off the bed and moaning loudly at Justin’s touch. Justin gently caressed the slightly red buttocks before smacking them again. Each time Justin would ask, “Enough?” and Brian would reply, “Fuck you!” “What is it going to take for him to give in?!” Justin thought to himself, totally perplexed at Brian unchanging façade no matter how reddened his ass had become. Then the solution came to Justin. Surely Brian would have to give in? He wouldn’t let the role-play go that far… would he? “Well, well, well.” Justin marvelled, “It seems as though I have underestimated you. None of my torture techniques have worked.” Brian smiled, satisfied that he would be finally released, and had beaten ‘Agent Justin’. “However,” Justin added, “There is one technique I have yet to use. It is a last resort, and I am sure you will talk.” Brian shifted awkwardly on the bed, trying to reposition his throbbing cock; Justin’s domineering voice had made him impossibly harder. Justin walked around the bed and once again took something from the bedside cabinet. Brian craned his neck to see what it was but the restraints made sure that his vision was suitably blocked. Justin held up the items he had gathered so that Brian could see clearly. In Justin’s left hand he held a condom and in his right he held a tube of lube. Brian frowned, how was he going to fuck Justin if he was laid out on his front? He only realised what Justin actually had in mind, when he heard the familiar pop of the lube cap and felt his ass cheeks spread as Justin rubbed the substance around his hole. Brian was about to protest when he remembered that it would mean giving in, and he was not prepared to do that. Brian had only let Justin top him a few times before and each he had always enjoyed, however, it had been a long time since he had bottomed for anyone and the thought of it made him extremely nervous. Brian was jerked away from his thoughts as he felt Justin’s finger slide in to his hole and circle around inside him. Brian couldn’t help but moan as Justin added another finger and started to scissor them apart to stretch Brian’s tight opening. “Ready to talk?” Justin asked one final time as he withdrew his fingers from Brian’s ass. Knowing that Brian would take a while to answer, Justin began to undress. Brian contemplated his answer until he heard the rip of the condom package. As Justin rolled the condom down his dick, he felt tense. Would Brian actually go as far as to let Justin fuck him? Justin’s answer came when Brian finally gasped out, “Fuck you.” Taking that as his cue, Justin straddled Brian’s legs and positioned his cock at Brian’s quivering hole. “No,” Justin smiled, “Fuck you.” Justin stroked his hands down Brian’s sides and hips to reassure him as he swiftly penetrated Brian's ass. Brian gasped out as Justin filled him. Justin moaned at the tightness of Brian’s ass and waited for Brian to fully adjust and relax before he slowly began to slide himself in deeper. Both men moaned and gasped as Justin started his steady rhythm of thrusting in and out of Brian. Brian grunted as pushed his ass back so that Justin filled him even deeper and they set their fast and heated pace. With the long build up to their fuck, both men knew that they wouldn’t last long and as soon as Justin’s dick jabbed at Brian’s prostate, Brian was crying out as he came over the duvet beneath him. Feeling Brian’s hole tighten around him sent Justin in to his own orgasm, as he shot in to the condom, deep in Brian’s ass. Justin collapsed down on to Brian’s back and both men lay panting in their post-orgasmic glow. “Interrogation’s over.” Justin whispered, as he slipped out of Brian and pulled the condom off his dick. “You truly are unbreakable.” “I told you I’d never tell.” Brian smiled, “All of this was highly unnecessary.” Brian tried to gesticulate to the silk ties. Justin laughed as he removed each of Brian’s restraints. “It was totally hot though.” Justin admitted. “If you wanted to fuck me, you could have just asked.” Brian suggested. “And you would have just said no.” Justin laughed, “I didn’t even think you’d agree to it like this.” “Well I wouldn’t want to give up my evil genius scheme on how I planned to assassinate Jim Stockwell, now would I Agent Justin?” Brian, at last released from the confines of the scarves took the opportunity to grab Justin and pull him into a hot-blooded kiss. Both the men battled for supremacy with their tongues until Justin decided that he might as well give in. After Brian had his fill of Justin’s gorgeous mouth he pulled away to stare into the passionate blue eyes of the man he was sure that he would have loved, if he had believed in love. The only person that he could give himself up to completely. Justin cocked his head to one side as he noticed Brian’s unrelenting stare. “What are you thinking?” Justin asked. Brian put his arms around Justin and pulled him close so that they were both comfortably laid down on their bed. Of course, Brian would never reveal what he was actually thinking to Justin so he simply replied, “I wish I’d thought of being an interrogator, that would have been fucking hot.” Justin smiled as he snuggled in to Brian’s chest. He was sure that what Brian had just said was translated in to Kinney language, as “I love you.” Both men held each other as they pulled the duvet around them and fell asleep bodies entwined with each other, all hot and sticky.