Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2021 19:38:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Robert Michaels Journey to Submission - installment 12 - CONCLUSION

So, let's jump a few months forward from the rescue of bob.
Given what had happened, the police force was more than willing to
provide bob with time off to recover from what had happened.  Sir Justin
went back to work,  but as the time for bob's leave was drawing to an
end, he put his foot down.

"You're not going back.  I TOLD you at one point, you were gonna become
my housebitch, and it's time. "  bob was ready to argue with Sir Justin's
decision:  he liked the job, he felt like he had recovered, and he wanted
to go back.
"Do I need to remind you what you are, sub boi?"  Justin said as he
folded his arms and looked at bob, who was naked except for his cage,
and tied down to their bed.  Sir Justin was swinging a pair of nipple
clamps in his hand.
"No Sir.  You don't.  I understand. You make the rules."
"DAMN RIGHT I DO.  And Rule 1:  you're wearing these for a while.  Rule
2: you're wearing THIS for a while"  he smiled as he pulled out the gag
he had custom made:  the protuberance was the exact size and shape of
Justin's cock.
"And Rule 3.  Your career as a police officer... is OVER."

And just like that, it was.

During his time off, bob did go for the modeling audition for the company
that had been interested in hank.  They LOVED him.  They were clear:
they had a darker, hairier model in mind, but they could build a campaign
around bob.  So, bob began modeling  "clothes for the built everyday
guy."   His picture was all over social media, and of course, print
media:  magazines, catalogues, etc.  Sir Justin was fine with this, until
he wasn't. Then he ended that career too.  The way he ended it:  one day,
before he left for work, he got bob dressed up in a white t shirt, camo
pants, and took him, hands cuffed in front of him, into the city.  They
made their way to a "jeweler"  Sir Justin knew.
"It's time, boy.  Why should hank have one and not you?"  He stripped
bob's t shirt, then he and the jeweler strapped bob's wrists to a chair.
Then.. with the precision of his craft, the jeweler put a pierce in bob's
right nipple and then... a bar, just like hank had, only the initials
were "J"  and "P."

It wasn't the only piece of jewelry that bob wore.  Cam and Justin had
talked about it, and decided that... it was too risky NOT to have both
hank and bob fitted with traceable collars.  There were many of them
available, mostly for pets, but Cam suggested that he have hank design
them.  And he did.  The collars not only had a tracing device, but they
also had a device that would send a short shock through the wearer.

They all lived together at Justin's compound now:  Sir Justin had been
thinking that having the two butch subs together would create a whole lot
of sexual energy in the compound, and he was right.  The energy level was
particularly high when he and Cam had bob and hank square off against
each other in nude wrestling.  The prize for winning was an hour without
the cock cage on, and freedom to do whatever they winner wanted.  It's
fair to say that each stud won about half of their competitions.
Sometimes, Sir Justin and Cam would add a special award for the winner:
the loser would get tied down, and shaved by the winner.  Both of the
subs LOVED being able to shave the other.

bob tried to think back to a night when Justin had NOT fucked him after
six months off the job, and he couldn't.  During the day, he had to wear
a butt plug.  Justin expected a drink when he walked in the living
quarters, and if it wasn't ready, well... sometimes bob's ass was red for
two or three days after the beating.

And that's where we'll leave our four friends.  Just one other thing to
mention.  As I write this, Dragon is at the national airport of the
country to which he retired.  He's got an open ended ticket to New York.
As he told one friend:
"I've got some property in NY, and I'm going back to get it."

Want a sequel?  Let me know....