Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2023 18:43:15 +0000 (UTC)
From: "ropingtop@aol.com" <ropingtop@aol.com>
Subject: Trained to be a submissive spouse - installment 3

"WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?"  ran through Steve's head. "I offered
to fucking LOAD THE TRUNK? WHY AM I MAKING THIS EASIER?"  After the
trunk was loaded with the bags, Miller turned to him with a grin. "Guess
the trunk's full. I COULD lay you out in the back seat, but up front is
where you'll sit. IF you mind your manners. Remember, Steve, I could gag
you, blindfold you, throw you in the back and you'd be REAL
uncomfortable."

            He wasn't really comfortable now. When they had loaded up
the bags, Miller had pulled out a set of manacles that looked like the
kind you see in prison movies: two shackles for ankles and two for
wrists. "Proper accessories for a journey?" Miller had laughed. Steve
had backed up right into Caleb's bear hug.

            "No way out of this, handsome. You just calm down.
"ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH" yelled Steve, with no one around to hear him.
"Kick me and you'll regret it. Trust me. I work on a very simple system
of reward and punishment, Steve. I beat the crap out of you once, don't
make me do it again. Put out your wrists."  Feeling like he didn't have
any choice, Steve extended his arms while Miller locked the wrist and
ankle manacles on him. "Now let's get you up riding shotgun." He shook
Caleb's hand. "As always, thanks for everything C-man. Next time I know
about someone who's your type, I'll be in touch."  Caleb smiled.
"Thanks for looking after me, Mr. Miller," he joked. He stared at
Steve. "You've got a bit of a scheming mind set. I can tell. Let me
just advise you: if you thought about it, straight boy, your husband to
be has thought about it already and has a plan.  Simply put, you're
fucked. In a good way too."  Steve muttered something neither of the men
heard, as Miller got into the drivers' seat.

            "Can you tell me what the fuck this is all about?" Steve
asked as they started moving. "I keep on hearing `husband' and
`spouse' and `submission' and I seem to be getting tied up a lot.
What the fuck is this? Where are we going? What are you doing to me?"

            "ALL good questions, handsome. I'll start explaining. Where
are we going? It's sort of a resort for men with particular interests.
Doms take their subs their to train them, or sometimes they send them to
be trained by a Dom who's a specialist in something they want.  We're
going because my personal training space is not nearly as elaborate as
theirs, and I LOVE their selection of toys and gadgets. Think home gym
versus an elite one."

            Steve thought about that for a minute. "So, you're planning
to train me to be your sub?  HA HA. Good luck with that." He saw
Miller's lips flinch. "More than a sub, Steve. After I train you the
way I want you trained, I'll name you as my spouse and then..." there
was no traffic, so he took his hand off the wheel and patted Steve's
thigh. "I'll have a claim to you."

            "I think you're fucking crazy, man. You can't do that to
people." Miller laughed. "Oh, yes, I can. Wait till we get there. I
don't know how crowded it's going to be, but you'll meet a whole lot
of guys in our position. Or rather, our position to be." He paused.
"You know, one of the things I realized some time ago is that I think I
love training much more than I enjoy domination. Let's see if that's
true again. I think it may not be. I suspect that I made the perfect
choice when I told your friend he had to turn you over to me."

            Steve moved in his wrist shackles but gave up. "What
would've happened if he didn't do what you wanted? Or if I failed to
pass muster?"

            "Well..., let's just say there would have been someone in
the trunk of that care we abandoned.  He MIGHT have gotten out, but I
don't think so. Too much of a wimp. I'd be more likely to think you'd
figure it out, but now, I don't have to. Instead, I have to figure out
what I'm gonna do with you beyond this first day."  Steve snorted.

            "Oh, you already have PLANS for me?" "Damn right I do.
Straight boy, you need to be introduced to a lot more than getting your
ass eaten and having someone edge your cock. Both of which, I'll remind
you, you sure seemed to enjoy." Steve didn't answer. He couldn't
really lie about that. Miller had been there, DUH. He knew how Steve
reacted.

            They drove on for about 90 minutes. It was completely bright
outside, but Steve had no idea where they were. He thought it felt a
little cooler, but he wasn't sure. At some point, Miller had reached
over and squeezed his junk admiringly. "I can see why people consider
you a fine prize, Steve. First thing to understand though, is the only
thing I'm interested in about your dick, is how I can use it to control
you. It's your ass that intrigues me. And your mouth. AH, there we are.
Good!  We made much better time than I thought we would.

            How to describe the "resort?" There was a gate with a guard
who looked very serious about his job. He knew Miller, though, and smiled
as he let him in. "Rumor is, you got a really good one this time." He
looked through the car window. "Oh, YES. Not many silver daddies here
right now. And one who'll be bottoming. God, you're gonna make people
jealous.

            "I'M NOT GONNA BE BOTTOMING IF THAT MEANS GETTING
FUCKED!"  Steve yelled at the guard. "Of course, you're not, bud.
It'll just be your imagination."  Miller pulled the car up to one of
the large buildings, and two  men who seemed to be porters of some kind
came out. One of them, a tall Latino man greeted Miller. "Good morning,
Mr. Miller. I hope you remember me."

            "Of course I do, Pablo. You gave me one of the best blow
jobs I've ever had. Maybe the best one.  You may have to pass on hints
to Steve here. He's never given one.  A big smile crossed Pablo's face.

            "Seguro Mr. Miller. I should let you know that there's a
couple here where the sub has a reputation for giving superb blow jobs.
And he's a big, muscular guy like your fiancée too. "

            "Ah, Pablo, you're putting thoughts into my head. Let's
get these up to the suite. I'm taking Steve down to the roleplay room.
Might as well start sooner rather than later."

            "Yes, Mr. Miller. We did reserve one for you. All set up
with the scene you want."

            "Role play? Fiancée? This is just getting stranger and
fucking weird," Steve blurted out.  Miller laughed. "Let me get the leg
shackles off so you can walk faster. I can't wait to start working you
over.  That way. To the left."  When Steve hesitated, he felt Miller's
strong hand on his arm. "Punishment already. WONDERFUL. It's never too
soon to start the reinforcement."

            Miller opened a door and turned on a light. Steve saw that it
was very spare: a chair in the middle of the room, a few odds and ends he
couldn't recognize, and rope. Lots of rope. He also saw an X cross in
the corner, with restraints built into it.

            "We won't use that today, Steve. We have a POW scene.
There's a pile of clothes over there in the corner. Get out of the
grubby stuff you're in and put those on." Steve was glad to get out of
the clothes: he felt like he needed a shower and a shave badly.
Instinctively, he took a quick sniff of his pits, and Miller laughed.

            There were a pair of camouflage shorts, a mustard yellow wife
beater that looked like it had been used before, and a thick pair of
socks and steel toed boots.  He sighed as he stepped into them.
Meanwhile, Miller had shucked his shirt and was barechested. He put on a
cap that must have been in a place Steve didn't see: black and severe
looking. Then he went over to the pile of rope.  "Get in the chair,
Steve."

            "WHAT? Are you tying me up here?"

            "I SAID GET IN THE CHAIR. YOU DON'T WANT TO PISS ME OFF."
That was true, Steve did NOT want to get Miller angry. "OK," he said,
sitting himself down.

            "Now get your hands behind your back. Cross your wrists. "
Steve began to get scared, but he did what he was told. "PERFECT!"
exclaimed Miller and Steve felt his wrists being secured tightly.

            "Spread your legs. Have your ankles line up with the chair
legs."  Now Steve began to get anxious: this was exposing his crotch.
"DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN, STEVE."  There was steel in Miller's
voice: not anger, but the tone of someone who was used to being obeyed.

            "I could try to kick him," Steve thought, but what good
would that do? His wrists were already tied, and the angle wouldn't give
him a really good shot.

            As Miller tied Steve's ankles he remarked "You look good
with a little scruff. I hadn't thought about that. I think I'm gonna
have it grow for a while. Now, first: I told you that I work on reward
and punishment. This is NOT the punishment you deserve, but it'll give
you a taste." He went over to the items Steve had seen but couldn't
identify and came back with a paddle. He smacked it against his hand and
then took one, hard swat at Steven's crotch.

            "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!  FUCK."  The smack was hard enough for
Steve to see stars for a few seconds.  "DAMN. THAT HURT!" Miller
laughed. "Think of that as a love kiss, Steve. They can be MUCH harder,
and I can do many more than one. I expect obedience from you.  Now..."
Miller had picked up a roll of duct tape and a scissor from the pile of
what he called "toys." He cut a medium sized strip of the tape and
slapped it across Steve's mouth.

            "I have more sophisticated ones, but for today, this is
fine." Then he held out the scisssors. He pulled the wife beater at the
place where it met Steve's left nipple. "Mmmmph," moaned Steve as
Miller cut a small piece of the shirt away. He did the same thing on the
other nipple.

            "OH, you look SO FUCKING HOT, STEVEN. Like a spy on the run
who finds himself captured. Struggle against the ropes."

            "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmph," came out of the tape, and Steve
squirmed. He saw Miller smile and stroke his crotch.  "You remember how
you felt when your ass got eaten, Steve?" Steve nodded. "Well, see,
that's the problem with you straight guys. You don't really know
anything about your own pleasure points. Nipples, for example. Have you
ever played with yours?" Steve shook his head no and began to wonder
what it would feel like. He didn't have to wait long, as Miller came
close, took a nipple between the thumb and index finger of each hand, and
began slowly kneading them. Steve thought he'd pass out. His moans
started getting constant and grew in intensity as Miller increased the
pressure on them.  He could feel his cock getting stiff, and Miller
noticed it. "AH!  See what I mean, Steve? All the pleasure you've been
denying yourself? And so many different ways to play with them. Wait
until we move up to clamps. For now, though...my tongue can cause pleasure
in places besides your ass." He dropped his mouth to one of Steve's
nipples and licked it. His fingers worked Steve's second nipple. Steve
threw his head back: it was a combination of ecstasy and embarrassment he
was feeling. He sensed a drop of pre-cum on his dick head, and it stained
the shorts. "Good. Just what I wanted. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR." Miller bit down
on the nipple and began chewing it. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" came
out of Steve. Miller stopped. "You want me to stop playing with your
tits, Steve?" Steve didn't answer. He didn't know.

            "And tied up like this, I can do more. And I will." Miller
stepped behind Steve and now his tongue began to probe Steve's ears, one
after the other. His fingers continued to work on Steve's nipples. He
whispered, "Can you imagine trying to keep information from a man who's
torturing you like this, Steve?"  The moans were turning into whimpers,
and Steve squirmed in the chair. He needed to cum. Badly.

            Miller went back to the toys and gadgets and came back with a
flesh light. "Something else you straight boys don't know about. " He
put it in front of Steve's face. "Ridged. On the inside. For...Ha, ha.
You'll find out what for." He opened the shorts, and positioned the
masturbator over Steve's dick, which was raging hard. "Oh, this is
gonna be SO MUCH FUN, Steve. We'll be doing this every day."  He stared
at Steve. "I own you, handsome. You better start accepting that."

            "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH," and a shake of the head "no," was how
Steve answered. Miller just laughed. "I could keep all contact from that
dick of yours for the night. That might be an appropriate punishment for
denying the facts.  Again, a warning. Not this time, but next time." He
had taken the flesh light off, and now he positioned it again, and began
to tease Steve's cock.  "You sound so hot climaxing when you're gagged
Steve. I need to make a mental note of that. And now." He spat into his
hand, tossed the flesh light to the side, and began to finish jerking off
Steve. Then he stopped. "I wonder. Should I let you cum BEFORE I tickle
you, or after? Hmmm."  He saw the pleading look in Steve's eyes and
answered his own question. "We'll bring you off now, but tomorrow, you
get tickled first.  Let's finish up this big stud's orgasm."  It only
took a few more pulls, and then...Miller thought Steve might blast the
tape off his lips, but it held as he shot all over the shorts, his legs,
and the space in front of him.

            "Know what, Steve? Nips get much more sensitive AFTER an
orgasm. I bet you didn't know that. See?" The moans were loud and fast
as Miller played with them again. Then he stopped. "I'm gonna cum all
over your face, Steve. You need to get a smell of my crotch too, because
it's gonna be in your face a LOT.  SIT STILL." Miller positioned his
big, thick cock right in front of Steve's mouth. He heard Steve whisper:
"Soon, I'll be shooting IN your mouth, not ON your mouth." A grin went
across Miller's face as Steve started to shake his head no and stopped.
"GOOD. You're a fast learner. Close your eyes. This stuff can be
painful." He pressed his knee into Steve's stimulated cock and then
shot a wad all over his cheeks, nose, mouth, everywhere.  "Now THAT was
hot. I wonder:  will I be able to do it again after I tickle ya?  How
about you?" Steve saw the sneer across Miller's face. Miller already
knew he was ticklish. What was he going to do now?

            "I COULD tickle you right in this chair, Steve, but it's
gonna be MUCH more fun to do it another way." He released the restraints
on Steve and told him to stand up. "Now get that shitty clothing off of
you. Every strip of it. " Miller took in a breath of Steve's body odor.
It was musky and masculine, and it got his balls churning. This would be
fun.

            "See the cross over in the corner? Get over there. Remember:
I still have the paddle."

            "I know you do. I'm going." Steve was still reeling from
the overstimulation, and he moved slowly. That got a WHACK from the
paddle right to his ass.

            "Spanking's not my thing, Steve. But if it turns you on,
well... that's how it is."

            "It DOESN'T. Why would pain turn me on?" Miller laughed.
"Big guy, it already has. And how the hell do you know it doesn't turn
you on. You've never tried it. Now to that cross." Steve gulped when he
saw the restraints. Once they were on, Miller would have full access to
his body. He WAS ticklish: on a scale of 1-10, he thought he was probably
about an 8, but that was based on being tickled by classmates and a few
girlfriends. With this guy..."  He felt the rough pull as Miller locked
up his wrists, and then the ankle cuffs. Miller's finger ran over
Steve's left sole, and he yelped as he tried to pull it away.  Miller's
smile got bigger.

            "We'll be doing some tickle torture every day. Starting
slowly. Fifteen minutes today." He went over and brought back some items
Steve didn't recognize, and then set his cell phone to fifteen minutes,
in a place where Steve could see it.

            "Let's start on the pits." Miller's fingernails scraped
down Steve's exposed pits and Steve burst into laughter.

            "HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. AAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGG.
STOP! STOP PLEASE. ANYWHERE ELSE.  OH SHIT."

            "Anywhere else, huh Steve?" Miler's nails proceeded to
Steve's ribs and began slowly but quickened the pace. Steve couldn't
catch his breath, and he begged Miller to stop. Miller did, inserting a
finger in Steve's navel. That action made Steve giggle like a
schoolgirl.

            "My, my, my. A big handsome stud like you, brought down by
my fingers? What'll happen if I use... THIS."  Miller saw the electric
toothbrush. "OH NO. OH NO, NO PLEASE," he begged, before it went to his
balls, and up his cock shaft. He couldn't control his laughing.
"PLEASE, PLEASE. ANYWHERE ELSE. ANYWHERE.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA." "You know, Steve? I think I could get
ANYTHING I wanted from you, just from the tickling. But that wouldn't be
any fun. " He looked at the clock: two minutes left.  "I think I'll
add the two minutes on for tomorrow and do something new today. Something
I'd bet you've never used." Steve was too exhausted to struggle
against the restraints. He turned his head to watch Miller, as he picked
up two items from the table.  One was a spiked pinwheel. Steve could feel
pain just by looking at it.

            "Think of this on your balls, Steven. Back and forth. Ever
so slowly. EVER. SO. SLOWLY. Think you'd enjoy that?" Steve shook his
head vigorously.

            "NO. FUCK NO."

            "Well, keep in mind that I have it. Punishment in the future
may very well involve this. But for now, we just need to start
`accessorizing' my spouse to be." He had a ball spreader. "This will
remind you of your position from now on." He slipped it on Steve's
cock, right at the base of his balls. "You may even get to like this so
much you crave it, Steve. Many subs do."

            "I. AM. NOT. A. SUB," Steve gritted his teeth, certain that
punishment would follow.

            "No, you're not. Not quite yet. But you're my prisoner. I
captured you and submission will follow." Steve pulled against the
restraints.

            "YOU DIDN'T CAPTURE ME. YOU FUCKING TRICKED ME AND THEN YOU
KIDNAPPED ME." Miller smiled. He ran a finger around one of Steve's
nipples.

            "Well, we could argue that point, especially since I gave
you the chance to escape and you failed, didn't I?" If you were
watching, you could see Steve sag at that. Miller was right, but
still..."

            "However, I am going to give you a chance to escape, Steve.
It will be a few days because we're here for one of the hunting runs.
One of the other subs will explain what that is to you. And when it's
done, rest assured that you will be convinced that I captured you fair
and square. Now, hmmm. I think we've had enough for today, and..." he
looked at his watch. "There's a nightly dinner here. You and I will
need time to get ready. I'm sure you'll relish a shower. You'll get
one. But there will be NO shaving or any kind of facial alteration at
this time. I'm still trying to decide if you'll be scruffy Steve or
smooth Steve. And then you'll dress in some of your new clothes. I'll
prepare as well. Do not be surprised at the number of men staring at you
tonight. You'll get used to it. Or maybe not, it doesn't matter. "

            About an hour later, Miller led Steve down the stairs of the
main staircase to the dining room. He had his hand on Steve's neck, and
Steve was wearing a collar. His pink shirt and khaki trousers were cut
very tightly. Miller wore what Steve would learn was his standard
"uniform": black wool trousers and a black turtleneck.  As they walked,
Steve could hear conversation stop and he could feel eyes on him.

            "Miller: your new boy?" Someone asked. He felt Miller's
fingers tighten on the back of his neck. "Perhaps. This is Steve. I
believe that I'm going to take him as my spouse as soon as he accepts
that role and submits. "  Miller's hand moved from his neck and down to
Steve's ass. He squeezed it and whispered to Steve: "This is MINE. ONLY
MINE." As he did that, Steve felt his cock stiffen.

            "Let's going the group, Steve. I especially want you to
meet two of the sub spouses who are here. They'll help you with
everything. Bruce has belonged to Adam for a few years, and Drew is newly
Vick's sub.  Snopes and flavio couldn't make it. They're still on
honeymoon. We'll be going soon, too."