Date: Sun, 23 May 2021 17:31:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Robert Michael's  journey to submission - installment 7

It was bob's first day back "on the beat" as it were.  His ass was sore:
the thorough reaming he had gotten the day before from Sir Justin, and
also Dragon, had done that.  It wasn't helped by Sir Justin's latest
trick.  That morning, before bob had gotten dressed, Sir Justin made him
bend over.  bob felt a dildo getting shoved into his ass.  It wasn't a
very big one, more like a butt plug even, but sore as he was.  He
whined.   That got a SMACK across his ass from Sir Justin.
"STOP COMPLAINING BITCH COP. "  He snickered.  "I can't tell you how many
parolees I know, who'd give up a finger to tap a cop's ass, and I can
tell them exactly where to find a HOT one - one well used, and ready to
receive.  My only requirement is that I be there to watch."
bob began to sweat.  He didn't think Justin was joking.  Would he do
that?
"yes sir.  It belongs to you.  Whatever you want.  I won't complain
anymore."
"GOOD.  After tonight, you'll be certain of that.  Now..."  he heard Sir
Justin snicker as he yanked bob to a standing position.
"The dildo I put in you has a little special feature."  Sir Justin picked
up his phone and touched a button.  bob jumped when the shot of
electricity went through his rectum.
"It has a limited range:  no more than about 200 yards, but today...."
Sir Justin cracked a wicked smile.  "If I'm anywhere near your black and
white, you're gonna know it.   Now get ready.  "
"yes sir.  I'll be dressed in a minute."    bob had his uniform at the
precinct, and he'd change in the locker there. For now, he put on the
tight fitting light blue short sleeve button shirt Sir Justin had pulled
out, then the black jock, and then the tight white pants.  He wondered
how many comments he was gonna get for the pants or the jock.  Again, he
began to sweat.
"You need one accessory cunt.  THIS."  Sir Justin slipped a lock pendant
over his neck.  bob began to protest, but thought better of it.
"I know you can't wear jewelry on your shift, but you'll wear it to work,
and when you're done, you'll put it back on."  He smiled  "And don't
forget."  He hit the button and bob felt another jolt.

bob was partnered with a more senior police officer, a guy named Tony
Chavez, who had done this for over ten years.  Tony was single, handsome,
and talked a blue streak about his romantic successes.  The past weekend,
apparently he and his girl Louise had watched three porn movies and had
copied what they saw.
"You ever do that Michaels?  Act out porn movies at home?"
bob had fantasized about the movies, but Dragon and Sir Justin hadn't
used porn yet - as far as he knew, the both came up with their scenes out
of their heads, and they were certainly more creative than the ones he
had seen.
"Nah.  Haven't needed it.  NNNNNG"  A shot had just gone through the
dildo.
"You ok Michaels? You're acting like you just got a needle."
"I'm good.  Just pulled something this weekend at the gym.  If I move the
wrong way, I know it.  " He pulled out his cell phone.  There was a text
from Sir Justin.
"Ha ha ha.  GOTCHA. "

bob felt the jolts three more times that day, the last of them came when
his shift was over, and he was changing.  The text that time said.
"Get your ass into my office.  NOW.  "
bob texted back.  "yes sir."  As he walked to the ADA's offices, bob
forgot he had the lock necklace on.  He wondered why people were staring
at him as he headed to Sir Justin, and as he knocked on the door, he
realized it.
"OH SHIT,"  he thought.  "Just what I need.  More questions."

"About time you got  your bonny ass in here, sub boi."
"yes sir.  Sorry Sir.  I didn't want to be rude to..."
"UNDER THE DESK.  MY COCK IS OUT AND IT NEEDS TENDING.  YOU KNOW WHAT TO
DO."
bob began to redden.  At the office?
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR?  YOU FORGET WHAT YOU ARE,
COCKSUCKER?"
"No Sir.  Sorry."  bob gulped, and dove for under the desk.  He found the
bulb of Sir Justin's cock, and began licking it.  Then he took it all,
swallowing the whole cock.  He heard Sir Justin's contented moans.
"That's right bitch.  Stimulate me.  Make me want that ass of yours even
more."  bob felt another shot to his ass.  It surprised him and his head
moved even further up  Justin's cock.
"Don't make me shoot boy.  I'm warning you.  I'm fucking that ass
tonight, and I want all the juice I've got."   He pulled his cock out.
"Great job rookie.  Now let's get moving.  Time to go home. "
"Yes sir,"  bob wondered if anyone could ask any other questions if they
saw him leaving with Sir Justin.  He wondered what his DOM's reputation
was around the office.  If he got the chance, he'd find out.

"We're gonna go for a run when we get home, bobby.  Time for you to get
some exercise, and another one of my games:  pursuit."
"Pursuit Sir?"
"Yeah, we're gonna go out to that park.  I'm gonna give you a five minute
head start.  Five mile run.  I'm gonna track you down and bring you back
like some wild animal.  It's gonna be HOT."
bob couldn't deny that.  His dick filled his cage already and the thought
of being hunted down... DAMN.
"So, you know what's gonna happen soon, bobby?  You're gonna decide that
police work is not for you"
"HUH?  Sir, what're you talking about?  I love my job."
"Interrupt me again bitch, and tomorrow you'll wear a full sized dildo
all day."
"Sorry Sir."
"My plan is that, eventually, you're gonna be a stay at home sub.  I've
got plenty to support us both.  We don't need your money.  You'll take
care of the house, get to go to the gym, a whole lotta shit.  I just
don't like you being around other guys.  Especially that Chavez.  "
Justin laughed.  "If that man could hold down a snake, he'd fuck it.  I'm
surprised he didn't find your dildo today."
"I didn't undress in front of him Sir."
Justin laughed again.  "You think he didn't know what any of your jumps
in the car were?  Chavez has been around the block."  He paused.  "Let me
put it another way.  Two questions.  First, who do you think got you
paired with him?  Second, someone had to teach me about those dildos.
Three guesses."  He saw the look on bob's face, and had to stop the car,
he was laughing so hard.

"Pull the toy outta your ass.  Then get in the shorts.  You probably need
a cap.  It's still warm.  No shirt.  "  They were back home, and Justin
was getting them ready for their run.
"Should I keep the lock collar Sir?"
"Hmmm.  Good question. I think probably not.  Give it to me.  If I catch
you, I'll make you wear it."
"IF I catch you/him"  they were each thinking.
"Dragon told me that you weren't a very fast runner, boy"  Sir Justin
said to bob as they got to the park.
"I'm not slow Sir, but he's just in such good shape.  "  bob suddenly
realized he had goofted.  "I haven't seen you run, but  you're in great
shape Sir.  I'm sure you're a good runner. "
"Ha ha.  I'll give you an 8 minute head start for that.  They were at the
cross country track.  "Time starts  NOW..."  Sir Justin set off his
timer, and bob took off.  The adrenaline was strong, and bob went out
fast.  He had had to break 8 minutes for a mile when he was at academy,
and he had:  in fact, he had run under 7 minutes, but that was a while
ago, and he had been training.  How fast could he go now?
bob had just passed the one mile mark, when Sir Justin took off.  This
was gonna be GREAT.  He was thinking.  Sir Justin regularly ran a 6
minute mile, and could repeat them. He had a kick too.  He'd get closer
and closer, and probably bring down bob in the last mile.  He knew bob
was competitive and he'd begin to pump.
"Nice and sweaty.  Just the way I like his blond ass.  This is gonna be
GREAT" Sir Justin thought, as he took off.

bob felt safe for the first three miles.  As he went into the fourth mile
and looked behind him... FUCK.  He could see Justin.  He was motoring.
bob, on the other hand, felt like his legs were dying.  He was breathing
hard, sweat was flying all over the place.  He looked back again and Sir
Justin was getting closer.  SHIT.  He passed the four miles mark.  ONE
MORE MILE.  Could he hold on.  Another look back.
"LOOK FORWARD BOTTOM"  he heard Sir Justin yell, and saw him begin a
kick.  "OH SHIT, I'M TOAST.  FUCKING SWEATY TOAST."  There was no gas
left in bob's tank.  He tried to move his legs, it wasn't happening.
He felt Sir Justin's hand on his neck at just about 4 and a half miles.
"GOT YA HANDSOME. Keep running.  Gonna finish the five, but now  you
know... you're mine."
Panting, bob got out.  "yes sir..."  and noticed that Sir Justin had
tempered his pace so they were moving together.  At least he wasn't gonna
mortify him THAT way.
"Couples finish races together.  That's how it works.  C'mon slowpoke."
He felt a hand smack him on the shoulder blade.  For some reason, bob
felt, well, like something romantic had happened.  Sir Justin was slowing
down, for him.  And he said something about couples.  Were they a
couple?  Something fluttered, and it wasn't his cock.

As they finished the track, Sir Justin moved bob over to the grass on the
edge.  He grabbed him and threw bob down on the ground.  No one was
around, but people came through here all the time.   He saw Justin's face
looking down at him, and felt his hands pinning down his wrists.
"Such a fucking hottie.  I wish I had brought the walnut fucker with me.
Make you submit again.  But I got other plans."  He got up, and pulled up
bob.
"Ok, studbottom.  Loser wears the collar.
"yes sir."  bob bent his head down to make it easier for Justin.  Then he
put his hands behind his back to walk back home.  If no one was around,
he felt Justin's hand on his ass.
"That race made me so fucking horny, bitchboi.  You are gonna HURT."
"you're not the only one who's horny" bob thought.  And he realized he
liked hurting when Sir Justin was the one who did the hurting.

Justin had gotten to work pretty quickly when they got back home.  He had
bob take off the sweaty shorts, but not the jock or the cap.  First, he
grabbed the duct tape, and slapped four big strips across bob's mouth.
That was AFTER he shoved one of his running socks in bob's mouth.  Then,
he picked up a wooden dowel he had brought in from the car.  bob thought
he was gonna use it to beat him, but no... it was long enough so that,
when he tied bob's ankles to it, he was spread open pretty far.  Then he
gathered bob's wrists, tied them together, and hooked the ropes over the
headboard.
"DAMN that's a hot pic  Maybe it should be in the precinct newsletter
this week."
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH."  he wouldn't do that? bob thought.
"An anonymous picture of a hot rookie cop doing bondage... now THAT might
lose you your job, wouldn't it?"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH"  bob was shaking his head no,
begging.  He wanted to scream for Sir Justin not to do that, as his DOM
took more photos.

"Am I a good DOM or not?"  Sir Justin grinned.  "I have another present
for my bitch."  He produced two clothespins.
"I KNOW how much you love these.."  He began running them over bob's
nipples as bob began to whine.  He knew what was coming:  he thought the
clothespins bit harder than the nipple clamps did.  He tried to scream,
but the sock, with Sir Justin's body odor on it, and the tape, kept him
more than quiet.  Every time Sir Justin flicked the pins, bob wanted to
scream some more.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH"  "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH."  Then when
Justin moved his finger to bob's tender ass.... bob tried to pitch his
hips forward, trying to cum, desperate for release.  All he felt was his
cock bumping up against the cage, and Justin's finger going in further.
"Good thing you're nice and wet from sweat, bobby.  Cause I'm gonna FUCK
YOU HARD."  Justin slowly removed his finger, and then... bob felt the
cock penetrating him.  Sir Justin was taking more time today.  He moved
in SLOWLY, and paused a few times.  He tightened his own glutes, so bob
felt a bigger, fatter cock inside him.
"Nice and slow...."  Sir Justin sneered as he pulled out.
"AND ROUGH AND FAST."   and he pushed in harder and faster than bob had
ever felt him.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH. "  bob was thinking that he didn't need the
"walnut fucker:" if Sir Justin did this to him, he'd submit every night.
He wanted to say that.  He moaned, and moaned louder and with some
urgency.
Justin stopped, and ripped off the tape.
"This better be good, bitch," he muttered as he pulled out the sock.
"Sir... " bob panted.  "Sir... I give.  I submit.  I submit again Sir.
I'm your bitch.  Your sub.  YOUR MANCUNT. MMMMMMMMMMMPH"  He felt the
tape back over his mouth, and then Sir Justin's cock continuing to take
its pleasure.
"I can't wait for this weekend.  Off at my place.  No work.  I can fuck
you from Friday night to Sunday afternoon.  Or make sure that if it's not
me, you're STILL getting fucked. "  With one final shove, the jizz poured
out of Sir Justin into bob's mancunt ass.  He felt some of it slide down
his thigh.  That was a BIG one even for Sir Justin.

When they were done,  Justin retied him, this time to a chair, buck naked
except for the cock cage.  He added two more clothespins to bob's
nipples, and Justin watched him as he made dinner.
"You are SUCH a fine man, tied up like that, bobby.  DAMN.  If I didn't
want you so bad, I could rent you out by the hour and make a fortune."
He stopped cooking and came over and grabbed bob's balls.
"I wonder.... I just wonder.. A milking video maybe?"
"HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH"  bob vigorously shook his head no.
"ha ha ha.  Then maybe I've got more than a few bargaining chips for
getting my bitch to leave his job. We'll return to that."  Then Sir
Justin washed his hand and continued to prepare vegetables.

That weekend, bob would learn exactly what Sir Justin meant about being
fucked constantly.  Because he was.   But to hear about that, come on
back for installment 8.