Here is chapter 3.

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An hour or so has passed, more than enough time for Rex to feel unaroused, cranky, self-loathing, and in need of shooting Noah in the face multiple times with his Slam Cannon. The room got warmer when Noah left, however, so Rex didn't feel cold despite being pretty much naked, and other than the metal clamps keeping him in place he was pretty comfortable otherwise.

Suddenly the lights brightened again and Noah walked in carrying a cup with a straw. "'How are we doing?" he asked cheerfully.

"How do you think I'm doin', you fuckin' asshole," Rex replied angrily.

Noah feigned being hurt. "Now come along, baby, I have been nothing but kind to you." He placed the cup on the table and took off his jacket, laying it across the chair. "The room has been warmed up for you, I haven't done any permanent physical damage to you, I brought some sustenance for you," he raised the glass, "and I am even willing to get you off. All just for a little bit of information, oui?" he smirked.

"What about the whole kidnappin' me during ceasefire and nailin' me to a fuckin' WALL, then TORTURIN' me you dick?" Rex huffed. "You broke the fuckin' rules, man. Providence is gonna come down so hard on your ass you won't be-"

"This is hardly torture," Noah corrected. "I am making you feel good, if anything. Now please, drink up." He picked up the cup and held the straw near Rex's face. "It is a protein shake our medic has created, just for this occasion," he smiled.

Rex glared at Noah, then at the drink, not trusting it at all. "I know you are hungry, and you will need the energy," Noah explained in a more serious tone. Reluctantly, Rex took the straw in his mouth and took a sip. It tasted just like a milkshake and it was even his favorite flavor, vanilla. That first sip made Rex realize how hungry he was, and he finished the drink in no time.

"There we go." Noah placed the glass on the table and took off his gloves. "Now where were we?" he rhetorically asked while he pulled up the chair. "Ah yes. this is where I ask where the intel is, and then I get you off and set you free. Or," he smiled darkly as he sat down, "we can continue just where I left you."

Rex struggled weakly in his bonds, even though he knew it was useless. "I ain't telling you shit, you stalker," he snapped. "Do your worst." Rex figured that anything Noah did to him, Providence would eventually find out and would do a hundred times worse back at Noah.

Noah raised an eyebrow at that last statement. "…Really now petite. I did mention how much I love a challenge…" A broad smile etched its way across Noah's as he placed his bare hands on Rex's thighs and gave them a squeeze.

Rex watched what seems like Noah giving him a massage with a bit of confusion. His legs could always use a massage. He watched as Noah slowly moved his hands upwards, the fingers squeezing into the toned muscle along the way. It felt pretty good, relaxing even, Rex reluctantly admitted to himself. Then Noah was at his hips, and he gave the hipbone a light rub and then reached around and gave Rex's ass a squeeze. That, on the other hand, made Rex feel less relaxed and more violated. "Hey!" he grunted.

Of course Noah ignored Rex's protest; he then stood up and continued trailing his hands up Rex's torso, making the same squeezing motions up his side. It took quite a bit of willpower for Rex to stifle his giggles because like hell he is going to let this creep know he is ticklish.

But as Noah reached his chest, Rex suddenly felt fingers flick over his nipples. "H-hey! What are you doin'?!" The flick caused some sort of tingling sensation that traveled down, ending up in an area where Rex doesn't want it to end up.

With great anticipation, Noah carefully observed Rex's reactions. "I am experimenting, baby," he smirked, continuing to gently flick Rex's nipples as he watched Rex's cock slowly harden. Suddenly, he firmly pinched both of Rex's nipples.

"Aah!" Rex cried out, but not entirely in pain. He could feel his cock betray him once again, throbbing to the new found sensations.

Noah continued to torment Rex, gently rolling his nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He had to force himself to not chuckle listening to Rex's small whimpers. "Is this a new sensation for you, baby? Do you like it? It seems like you do, and I am not even touching you down there," he bluntly observed.

Rex could not think of a suitable comeback, whimpering every time his nipples were pinched or rolled, flicked or rubbed. He writhed in his bonds, wanting the sensations to stop, yet the noises he made suggested otherwise.

Satisfied after a few more moments, Noah ceased his assault. He sat himself back down and picked up the tube of lube he left on the table. He then unscrewed the cap, placed a dollop on Rex's rock-hard cock, and once again slowly started spreading it around.

Rex grunted when he felt the cold lube, then moaned softly when he felt Noah's hand on his member again. Once again it felt amazing, even more so than he remembered, almost as if his cock remembered the last time Noah was stroking it, longing to be touched again. This time he could feel Noah going a bit faster, but still taking meticulous care to stroke the whole length.

"Ffffnnn…" Rex breathed out. His emotions and thought processes were now controlled by Noah's deliberate, slow hand. But it was frustratingly slow, and although he could still feel himself slowly reaching the edge, it was taking way longer than he liked. And because he was immobile, there was no way he could, say, effectively hump Noah's hand to make it go any quicker.

Some time has passed when the slow, tortuous strokes had Rex finally feeling himself getting close to release. His breath quickened, he started tensing up, and he could feel that swelling energy through his body starting to concentrate in his cock. "Y-yeah, c'mon man, c'mon…" he quietly moaned, his entire body flexing as he got closer and closer…

"Now," Noah suddenly spoke up, releasing his grip on Rex, "where does Providence keep it's intel?"

Suddenly Rex felt nothing on his cock, the lack of sensation stopping Rex from going over the edge. "Wh-what?" He shook around, trying to gain more sensation, but only hitting air. "C-c'mon, why didja stop!?"

Noah feigned irritation and rolled his eyes. "I thought I'd explained this to you. You tell me where Providence keeps it's intel, I finish you off, remember?" He made a frustrated sigh, but there was no hiding the gleam in his eyes.

Rex struggled in his bonds anew and made a frustrated noise as new realization set in. He was going to be used, specifically, his sexual need is going to be used against him. Noah was going to deny him when he was just about to orgasm. "Y-you. You…bastard," he glared at Noah, a mix of anger and frustration.

"Hardly torture, don't you agree?" Noah teased. "You get what you want, I get what I want. Capice?"

Rex wasn't entirely sure what to do. He can't let something so silly, so humiliating like his sex drive guide his decision to protect the team's intel. "I…I." He took a deep breath. Can't break the contract, can't let down the team. "…Fuck you, you better hope you have a backup plan to get me talkin'."

Noah laughed and stood up. "Tell me, baby, when was the last time you slept with a girl, no wait," he held up his hand, "when was the last time you…received a blowjob?" He discretely licked his lips, but made it obvious enough of his future intentions. Then he picked up his jacket, his gloves, and the cup. "Give that some thought, hm?"

When the door closed behind Noah and the lights dimmed, Rex hung his head and saw that his cock was an angry red. He began to wonder how long this was going to last.

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