Date: Sat, 18 Apr 2020 21:40:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Trained to be a submissive spouse - installment 1

"Hey, thanks for this Steve, I really appreciate it."  Jeff turned to his
friend who was wearing sunglasses and driving to the address Jeff had
given him.  For Steve, it was the end of a long day, and the start of
vacation!  He had started the day with his shift as a staff veterinarian
at the local clinic.   Then, a visit to the gym for an arms workout.  And
after this visit,  off to the airport, and then VACATION FOR TWO SOLID
WEEKS.
"No problem.  I don't know what I can do, but if you just want moral
support, that I can give.  "    Steve was a big man:  depending on who
you asked, , 6' 5" or 6' 6", and a good solid 250.  He had a head of
silver hair, not unlike  Anderson Cooper, and the light blue eyes that
gave away his Scandinavian background.  One friend had told him that ,
had he been younger, he could have been Dolph Lundgren's stunt double,
which always made Steve laugh.  If there were ONE profession he was
unsuited for, it was stunt double.  While he enjoyed hiking, and was a
pretty good runner, sports were not for him.    He visited the gym
regularly because, at 45, and at his size,  maintenance was important.
He wasn't unhappy with his body, and when he had time to date, women
seemed to be pretty into him.  His friend Jeff didn't crack 6 feet, and
given the situation Jeff had described to him, he thought that the least
he could do was just show up.

Jeff and Steve had started college together, and while Steve had gone off
to vet school afterward,  Jeff had kind of drifted.  Odd jobs here and
there,  gambling,  drinking, but he and Steve remained friends.  Steve
had bailed him out a few times when the money situation really got bad.
He didn't know how bad it was this time, until he asked during the drive.

"It's about 500k Steve."  "HOLY SHIT.  How did you get in that deep?"
"It's a long story, Steve, not worth boring you.  I've got a plan to get
out of it, I just , well, this guy scares me, and I think if I'm there
with someone, it'll be better than if I'm alone."

Steve laughed.  "I don't look very fearsome, though, do I?"  He was
wearing the blue and white striped button down he had  worn to work that
day, sleeves rolled up, and a pair of fitted jeans.  Thankfully, he had
had no accidents with his "patients" during the day, so he was clean.
His suitcase, packed for his trip, was in the backseat.  Jeff told him it
would only take about 30 minutes, max, so he was doing quite fine on
time.   "This is the place Steve.   There's a spot right in front of the
building."  Jeff pointed to one of the newer developments in town, a big,
loft structure:  one apartment to a floor, all that.  They got out of the
car, and Jeff again thanked Steve for his help.  "forget it Jeff, it's
what a friend does."  The doorman buzzed for Mr.  Zweistadt who indicated
that they could go up.  When they got to the right floor,  the door to
the loft was ajar.  "Come on in  gentlemen,"  Steve heard a voice from
the back of the apartment.  When they walked in, he saw a fairly
non-descript, businessman type:  blue oxford, grey trousers, receding
hairline, nothing particularly fearsome.    "Jeff, I'm glad you're on
time."  He held out his hand to Steve.  "I'm Tim  Zweistadt."  "Steve
Morris.  Nice to meet you."  Jeff looked Steve over.  "You're a vet ,
right? " "Yeah, did Jeff tell you?"  "He did.  Where's vacation?
Somewhere exotic and warm, I hope."   "Steve laughed.  "Gee, Jeff, you've
been chatty .  All over the Caribbean for two weeks.  First break in two
years."  "I wish Jeff had told me.  I have some friends with restaurants
down there.  Might have worked out.  Oh, yeah, also... " He grabbed a
piece of paper and wrote down the name of a beach.  "It's a private one,
but if you mention my name, and told them we met in NY, they'll let you
in.

"Coffee Sir?"  A dark voice came from the side, and a tall, bald  man
came into the room.  "Oh, not for me Stuart.  Maybe our guests.?"  "I"m
fine," answered Jeff  "yeah, me too, said Steve.  I wanna try to sleep on
the plane."  "Oh, yes, of course."  He turned to Jeff:  so , you're here
about the debt?  I am, Mr. Zweistadt.  "  Zweistadt shook his head, and
paced a minute or two.  "Now, what if I refuse your  offer?  What are you
going to  do next, Jeff?"  "To tell you the truth Sir, I don't know.  I
hadn't thought it out.  I listened to your demands very carefully and I
tried to match them as well as I could.  Again, Zweistadt nodded.  "Yes,
you did.  And I think we can call the debt satisfied  STUART."  The bald
man came up from behind Steve and grabbed him in a tight bear hug.
"HEY.   WHAT THE FUCK.  GET OFF OF ME. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"   Steve
saw Jeff staring , looking a little sick.   "Steve... I'm sorry.  You're
payment for my debt.  "WHAT.  WHAT THE FUCK?   "  Zweistadt turned to
Stuart  "Tie him up.  In the chair.  If he gives you too much trouble,
gag him."  Steve was a strong man, but this Stuart character was handling
him like a weak kitten.  His arms WERE fatigued from the gym, but he
didn't think he'd be able to fight even if he were at full strength.  He
felt Stuart passing ropes around his wrists and then his elbows,  binding
him tightly to the chair.  He put his hand over Steve's mouth.  "You
don't want to make me punish you for screaming, do you, Steve?"  Steve
shook his head.  GOOD.    Zweistadt looked at Jeff.  "Pitiful.  But it's
done.   Get out.  NOW."  Jeff looked at Steve one more time.  "I'm... I'm
sorry Steve.."  He turned and left.  Stuart left the room too.  Now,
Steve was tied up, and alone with this Zweistadt character.

"I'm sure you're wondering what's going on here, Steve?"  Steve couldn't
help giving attitude  "Ya think?"  as he pushed against the ropes, making
no progress.  "Feisty.  I like that.  It'll be fun." "WHAT will be fun?
Let me go. NOW'  Zweistadt shook his head  "no no, I don't think so.  I
spent too much time planning this..."  He began to walk closer to Steve.
"See, when Jeff fell as far behind in his debts as he did, he didn't have
much of value.  One thing he has, however, is some attractive friends."
He grinned at Steve.  "I have been looking for a man to turn into my
personal sex slave.  A very traditional male version of an old fashioned
wife as it were.  Jeff gave me a look at his friends, and there was no
question in my mind.  A big, strong looking guy whom no one would ever
think was a sex slave:  YOU."

"Well, I'm not going to be your sex slave faggot."  Steve struggled
harder.  "I'm not gay, I'm sure as shit not a wife, and I'm not having
sex with you.  NOW LET ME THE FUCK GO."

Zweistadt laughed.  In response, I don't care if you're gay.  You're not
a wife, yet.  And yes, you ARE going to have sex with me.  Frequently,
and playing the passive part.  And no, I'm NOT letting you go. "

Steve struggled less vigorously.  "Come on.  People will look for me.
Jeff will begin to feel guilty.  He'll tell the police.  This is all
stupid."  Again, Zweistadt laughed.  "You're supposed to be gone for two
weeks.  No one is going to look for you, and by the time they do,
well..., as you'll find out, I have a plan for making sure they stop.
And in about fifteen minutes , we'll be leaving this place.  Jeff has no
idea where to find me.  And he won't  try to either, because if he
does..."  Stuart walked forward.  "He wouldn't be the first person Stuart
has eliminated."

"HELP.  HELP ME.  Steve began to yell... Zweistadt gave Stuart the 'no'
sign, and went over to Steve.  He covered his mouth with his hand.
"First, no one is in the apartments above and below, so no one heard
that.  Second.... "  he pulled a large bandana out of his pocket and
gagged Steve.  "And finally, if you would like to test ME, Steve, I will
untie you and give you a chance to escape.  If you do, fine.  If not, you
agree to be compliant.  What would you like.  Do you want the attempt."
Steve sat there, and thought for a minute.   There didn't seem to be
anything to lose, so he shook his head yes.

"EXCELLENT.  I haven't had a good tussle in a while.  Stuart, will you
please untie my future man-wife, and pull the chair back?  "  He smiled.
"I'm going to position myself right in front of the door.  All you have
to do is get past me.  The door is partly opened.  And you'll have to
take my word that Stuart will not interfere."

Steve wasn't sure about that, but he rubbed his wrists,  and got set.  He
began to try to circle  Zweistadt, looking for a path to the door.  He
charged.  Zweistadt reacted by grabbing him around the middle, and
tossing him down on the floor.  Steve struggled, but Zweistadt pinned him
down firmly.  "Nice try.  You want a second one?"  "Yeah, I do."  Very
well.   I'm having fun...  Tell me when you're ready..."

Steve got up  .  He backed up.  Clearly, Zweistadt was strong, and Steve
was too big to be very fast or good at avoiding a tackle.  He thought of
Zweistadt as one of the big animals he had worked with as a vet student,
and tried some of the techniques he hadn't used in years, to  overpower
the animal.  He tried to go for Zweistadt's throat, and instead, found
himself in a very tight choke hold, that was getting tighter by the
second.  "I could put you to sleep right now, Steve.  It might be
better.  "  He pulled tighter.  "You had enough?"  "YEAH.  YEAH.  You got
me."  Steve began to think how he could get himself out of this
situation, and he wasn't coming up with any ideas.  "You're a man of
honor, Steve.  That's what Jeff told me.  So get your hands behind your
back.  "  Steve took a deep breath, and did what he was told.  "Now, the
doorman tonight happens to be Stuart's brother, so we'll just need to get
downstairs.  I'll take your car keys."  He pulled them out of Steve's
pocket.    "and your wallet.  You won't be needing this.  Let's go."

Steve couldn't believe what was happening.  Less than an hour ago, he was
on his way to a vacation.  Now, he was the captive of a man who clearly
had him under control, and had every intention of fucking him.

When they got to  Steve's car, Zweistadt popped the trunk .  "Ah, a clean
trunk. Perfect. You'll be uncomfortable for a few hours, but, what can we
do.

"NO.. I'm not going in there.   HELP... This part of town was deserted at
this hour, and the only people around were Steve, Stuart and his brother,
and Zweistadt.  Zweistadt pulled out a small  syringe.  "You know about
animal tranquilizers, so you'll understand what I've got here Steve.
Trust me.  You'll be glad I used it."  He injected Steve in his left
arm.  "Now. In the trunk."  Stuart and Zweistadt folded Steve in as best
as they could,  and slammed the trunk down.  "Good work Stuart."
Zweistadt pulled a large roll of bills out and handed them to the bald
man.  "I'll call you if I need anything."  "Best of luck Sir.  You always
liked a challenge, and I think you have one."

Zweistadt laughed, and got behind the wheel of the car.    He drove for
about two hours.  He could hear Steve moving in the trunk, so he knew the
tranquilizer was wearing off.  "Just a few more minutes, to Caleb's Inn.
But first."  He pulled up alongside the edge of the road.  There was a
river on the other side of the guard rail.  He got out of the car, and
opened the trunk.  "YOU FUCKING BASTARD LET ME GO,"  Steve yelled.
Zweistadt laughed.  "How about I take you out of the car first.  Then you
tell me if letting you go would do any good."  He stood Steve up,
steadying him and admiring his ass.    "Any idea where you are?"  "NONE"
"And you won't, because it doesn't matter.  Now, let's proceed with the
plan."  He held Steve firmly by the forearm.  "Nice.  There's a gym where
we're going , you'll get  even more buff."  He put Steve's phone,  and
wallet in the car.  Then he put the keys in the ignition, slammed the
door shut, windows open, and gave the car a push.  It began to move.
Soon, it had crashed through the fence, and went straight down to the
river, where it began sinking.  "MY CAR!"  Steve yelled, and Zweistadt
laughed.  "What is it with you str8 guys?  You're in the middle of
nowhere, tied up, and you're worried about your car.  So, Steve, here's
the first part of my beautiful plan.  A man going away on vacation by
himself, has an accident and crashes through a divider.  He's got his
windows open, so for all anyone knows, he floated out through the car.
Maybe a door will even open, who knows?  But in any event,  your  car,
and you, are now gone."  He pointed to a sports car on the other side of
the road.  "My car.  We'll use it.   GET IN."
"I have to use the bathroom,"  Steve whined.  "Hold it for ten minutes.
We're gonna spend the night at an inn.  You can go there."  He put Steve
in the passenger seat, and got in to drive.  He patted Steve's thigh.
"Nothing you can do, big Steve, so you may as well try to relax."

They pulled up in front of a nondescript inn.  Zweistadt had called his
friend Caleb before they took off, and he was standing out front,
waiting.  "Hey Caleb.  How's it going?"  Zweistadt pulled out Steve and
brought him over to the Inn.  He looked at Caleb beseechingly, and he
could have sworn Caleb shook his head no.  "Nice one, Tim. Big. Solid.
Just the way you like them. Congratulations.  You deserve it.  "Thanks.
He's smart too.  A veterinarian. "  "No shit.  If you let your wives'
work  you'd find a job for him in no time."

"WIVES?"  thought Steve.  Am I NOT the only one?  What's going on?

"I've got your favorite room ready.  The one with the four poster.  You
guys wanna have some supper.  "Sounds good to me.  Let me ask my bride to
be.  You hungry Steve? "YEAH I'm hungry.  And I'm pissed off. "  "Well,
hunger I can take care of. You're gonna have to learn to take care of the
other part yourself."  Caleb brought them to a big room,  with a four
poster bed in the middle.  "Now, how about you take care of your bathroom
needs, Steve, and then we'll head to the dining room. Caleb's a good
cook. Basic, but good.   It'll tide you over."    Feeling helpless, Steve
went off to the bathroom. Window barred, no other exit, what could he do
?  No way to get away from this crazy.  "Incidentally,"  Zweistadt said
to Steve.  "Caleb is a trained marksman, so IF you managed to get away,
he could pick you off with no trouble.  He shoots to wound, not to
kill."  "FUCK"  thought Steve.  "I am REALLY fucked."

He didn't realize how hungry he was until he sat down at the table and
they brought out the food.  He ate, in silence, for about fifteen
minutes, before he stopped.  "Can you please let me go? I don't want
this. I'm not gay, you're an attractive man, and I'm sure you could find
someone instead of me."  Zweistadt smiled.  "You're being too modest
Steve.  There's no one else quite like you.  Believe me, I've looked.
And while I'm admittedly very old fashioned in my views, I'm not that bad
a guy.  You'll see.  Now, shall we get back to the room and get some
rest"  He smiled.  "I don't think I have any choice, do I?"   Zweistadt
led him back to the room.  "I know my name is a mouthful, so eventually,
you'll call me Sir, or Master.  Never Tim.  As my man wife, you don't
have that right. "I'm not your manwife.. TIM"  WHACK.  The hand went
across Steve's face so  hard,  he fell back on the bed.  "That's the kind
of attitude that's gonna get you in a LOT of trouble.   I want you to
take off all your clothes.  ALL of them. Then lay on the bed.  On your
back.  Don't make me hit you again."  Steve began to cry, but he began
unbuttoning his shirt.  "OH YEAH, " Zweistadt muttered.  "Look at all
that beautiful hair. "  As Steve dropped his pants and jock,  Zweistadt
continued his admiration.  "NICE.  Nice nice ass.  And a pretty good
sized cock.  Good balls too.  No reason to geld you... yet.   "  He
indicated the top of the bed with a gesture.  "arms out to your sides."
Again, Steve didn't see an alternative, so he did what he was told.
Zweistadt locked them in place.   He got undressed, and laid down next to
Steve.  "Now, here are my rules.  I do NOT fuck anyone unless they ask me
to , so until you do that, your ass is safe from my dick.  BUT... I need
to learn ALL your hotspots, and as a straight man, you probably don't
even know them.  "I DO know my  hot spots."  Steve spat out. "Oh really,
then start talking.  "I'm not telling you anything."  Came back the
answer.  "Then let me get to work... Zweistadt began to circle Steve's
nip with his finger.  The exhalation of breath, followed by the biting of
his lip, showed him he had found one of those hotspots.  So, too, did the
beginnings of Steve's erection.

"You bastard.  "  Steve got out, just before Zweistadt got his mouth on
his second nippled.  "OH SHIT.. OOOOH. OOOOH.  Steve began to moan.  "I
have a feeling the only one who knew about that spot before me... was
you... You probably played with yourself to get hard.  Now.... you've got
me..."  He moved his second hand to Steve's growing cock.  "You wanna cum
for me, handsome."  "NO.  I don't... OH SHIT..."  Steve's head fell back
as his captor began manipulating his cock.    "Sure you don't wanna cum
for me?  Because I could bring you to the edge, and keep you there, all
night.  Steve began to squirm.  "OK.  Yes.  I wanna cum.  I wanna cum
now.  But I wanna do it."  Zweistadt laughed.  "You'll earn that right.
But tonight, I'll take care of it."  He kept his one hand on Steve's nip,
and then he brought his other hand down to Steve's crotch.  His finger
circled Steve's hole, which got a yelp, and then he licked his finger,
and began pushing it into Steve.  "OH MAN..."  Zweistadt smiled.  "It's
better when someone else does it, isn't it, Steve?"  When steve didn't
answer, Zweistadt put his mouth over Steve's ear.  "I'm gonna break you
so easily you'll be stunned.  Look how hard you are..  And how close."
When Zweistadt moved his mouth, his beard scruff accidentally rubbed
against Steve's neck.  "OH FUCK OH FUCK. "  It was the trigger, and Steve
began to shoot, wildly.  Zweistadt smiled.  "THERE we go.  Good orgasm,
studmuffin?"  In a moment of weakness, Steve confessed.  "Yes.  One of
the best I've had. "  His captor smiled. "Now, eventually, it will be
YOUR job to take care of my erections, but for now..." He straddled
Steve, and began to tell him all the things he was going to do to him.
If the truth were told, Steve was getting a little excited again, but not
nearly as much as Zweistadt, who shot a wad so big, it caught Steve on
his nose and mouth.  "LICK IT UP.  LICK IT UP OR I"LL RIP THESE OFF."  He
grabbed Steve's balls.  "Yes.  Yes. OK.."  Steve moved his tongue over
his face, getting the jizz.

"You're gonna use the shower first, because I'm gonna have to retie you
before we go to bed.  Then it's my turn.  Don't take too long.

Steve got into the shower.  Standard showers were always a problem for
him,  and this was no exception.  But he got cleaned up, and came out,
wrapped in a waist towel.  "GOD You're pretty,  Steve.  SO FUCKING
PRETTY."  Zweistadt came up and tried to kiss him.  Steve wasn't having
that, so Zweistadt grabbed his balls.  "It's ok, this time.  Just know
that you're in a whole lot of shit, and I can hurt you, big time.  Now
get your wrists in front of you. "  He tied Steve's wrists together, then
used a long length of rope to tie his ankle to the base of the bed.
"THERE.  Now you can use the bathroom if you want to, but you're not
going anywhere."    While Zweistadt was in the bathroom, Steve tried.  He
was right. He was going nowhere.

"I like spooning when I sleep, big man.  So you just come on over here."
He pulled Steve into his body.  "You try to sleep.  I can get more
tranquilizer if you want.  You're gonna be sleeping like this for a
while.