Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2023 17:34:25 +0000 (UTC) From: "ropingtop@aol.com" Subject: trained to be a submissive spouse - installment 4 "I'm fucked," Steve thought to himself. "I am truly fucked." He was sitting in a chair, hands tied behind him, waiting for the resident barber to come in. Miller had decided that he didn't care for the scruff look on Steve, and he was having his face shaved "as smooth as a peach." He then told Steve "The barber will take care of facial stuff. If I decide to cut this wonderful hair," he toyed with the top of Steve's head as he talked "he'll do that. The rest of it though..." he licked his lips "that's MY territory. Your chest, your balls, your pits, all of it: I do it. And I just might." Steve squirmed, not that it would do any good. "A full day ahead for you, handsome. Let me go and find Charles. I want to get things going." He gave a malicious little laugh and flicked Steve's left nipple. It was sore from what Miller had done to him earlier and Steve winced. "FUCK!" slipped out of Steve's mouth and Miller folded his arms and smiled. "That's coming up, Steve. But first...slips like that have consequences. You'll find out what they are in just a little while." It was Steve's second night at the "manor" as he heard other people call it. After the evening meal, Miller had taken him to their bedroom. When Steve hesitated at stripping completely, Miller told him "You can keep the briefs on, big guy. Nothing else. Once I've had your ass, you sleep nude." Miller wrapped his arm around Steve and pulled him toward his front. Miller WAS naked, and Steve felt his hard on up against his ass. "He's gonna split the damn seam and fuck me," he thought, as he squirmed. Miller had his hand on Steve's nipple, and if he squirmed too much, Miller whispered "quiet down, sweet pea, quiet down. You're not going anywhere." Steve knew that, for sure. All of his working out, and all of his muscles were no match for Miller, and he couldn't figure out why not. Yes, Miller was a little taller than him, and toned, but he didn't have the musculature Steve did. But Miller seemed to know just what to do to Steve to keep him under control. Just like he was doing now: he had begun running his fingers over Steve's pec, squeezing, and pinching. It was automatic: Steve began to throw wood. He heard Miller chuckle. "I love a man with sensitive tits, Steve. And I especially love a man who didn't even know he had them. And you know what? The more I work them, the more sensitive they're gonna get. Steve began to drift to sleep. He was exhausted from everything that had happened that day, and before it. His quick mind was trying to figure out some way to get out of the situation. He hadn't come up with any ideas. There were more people at dinner than he thought there would be. As he sat next to Miller, he thought "these are all big guys. They're all muscle gods. And they're all...well, `owned.'" He saw the tight t-shirt on one guy, to whom he had been introduced to: frank. Or "frankie" as his "owner" called him. He learned that frank was a police officer and had been Master Kevin's sub for about two years. Then there was Bruce, who had done a number of things, but had been Adam's "bitch" as Adam put it, for about four years. Steve had gotten a chance to speak to Bruce privately, and he had learned about Bruce's escape attempts, and how Adam had recaptured him each time. "I'm going to try with the run and hunt. I doubt I'll get away, but I'll try." "Run and Hunt?" Steve asked, and then Adam and Miller came over. "You'll learn all about it in due course, Steve," Miller said to him. Bruce put his hands behind his back as Adam asked, "You still thing you're getting away?" He laughed. "Fucking you in public will be really fun. And maybe you'll learn: submission means submission." Steve could tell Bruce was clenching his teeth as he said "Yes, Sir." "OH SHIT..." Steve let out a huge moan. He had moved too much for Miller's liking, and the nipple torture had begun again. This time, though, Miller seemed to have found a spot on the pec that was about ten times more sensitive than the rest of Steve's nipple. Miller noticed. "Right here, huh Steve? Hmmm. Good to know." It was the right side of his nip, and Miller had done nothing more than run his nail down the side, very gently. It was driving Steve wild, and Miller kept doing it. Steve's moans got louder and more insistent. He felt Miller's free hand clamp across his mouth. "There'll be plenty of time for gags today, and the last thing I want is sleepy bottoms to wake up. But YOU my fine prize, YOU have just revealed to me something you'll wish you didn't." "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!" Steve was thrashing around or trying to. Miller had him pretty well immobilized. "Like that , Steve? Hate it? I bet both." Steve continued to moan. Miller was right. The tit work was sending long, deep shivers through his body, and he was getting harder and harder. "I could get you to submit JUST by doing this for half an hour, couldn't I?" Steve realized that yes, that was true: if Miller kept doing this, he'd do anything he asked, but why? He realized: he wanted Miller to stop, and he wanted him to keep going. "Oh, no, stud. No dry humping the bed." Miller pulled Steve into a position where he was on his back. He stopped the work on the lateral side of Steve's nip and went back to standard tit torture. "IF I COULD I'D BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA YOU," Steve grunted. "But you can't. I know too many ways to keep you subdued, Steve." Steve growled and fought as hard as he could to get Miller off his torso. Miller just squeezed Steve's nipples harder, and Steve fell back. He stopped struggling, and just started breathing very hard. "Accepting defeat is very hard. Especially for a big, strong guy like you, Steven. You'll accept it. You wait and see. And I've got this waiting for you when you do." He pulled out his dick and showed it to Steve. "YOU'RE NOT TAKING MY ASS, MILLER!" Steve yelled, and again, Miller had an answer. "No, I'm not. You're going to give it to me. Wait and see." He began to stroke his cock. "May as well get my rocks off before you shower, stud. I want you to be nice and clean for the rest of the day. OH MAN. I've got a REALLY good day planned. Some more tit work, some more tickle work and...you're gonna start learning how thin the line is between pleasure and pain." As soon as he said "pain," Miller unloaded on Steve. It was a big one. Part of it caught Steve on the chin, but most of it settled onto his chest. "Rub your finger in it, Steve. Then put it in your mouth." "FUCK YOU. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG" Miller had grabbed Steve's nipples and squeezed hard. "Rub your finger in it, Steve. Then put it in your mouth." Steve was ready to scream in pain because Miller was twisting his nips so hard. "OK. OK. " He dipped the tip of his pinky into Miller's cum. "You'll need to do better than that, Steve. Like this." Miller scooped cum off Steve's chest and dumped it into his other hand. He put it up to Steve's mouth. "Get your tongue out. LICK MY HAND BITCH. Get every drop." A big sigh came out of Steve, and then he licked up the cum. His gag reflex kicked in, and he worked as hard as he could not to throw up. "SWALLOW! One of the things a submissive spouse MUST do well is swallow. NO MESSES." When Steve swallowed the jizz, he made a gulping noise and he saw Miller smile. "GOOD. I definitely think you can be trained properly. We'll start this morning." "GOD MILLER. WHAT A HUNK!" More couples had arrived overnight and early that morning, and Miller greeted them as he led Steve to the barber's room. Steve had on a tight-fitting grey T-shirt and jeans. Miller had tied his wrists behind him before they left the room, "because it makes your chest and guns stand out even more, and that makes ME horny, and the rest of the guys jealous." It was clear from the looks he was getting that Miller was right about the jealousy. Steve couldn't tell if he were getting horny. He figured he was, and his thoughts were very centered on his own hard-on, which Miller had warned him to do nothing about during his showering, or there would be consequences. "I'm testing your load later today, sub to be. You'll wait for that." "Sub to be." It resonated in Steve's mind, especially when one of the new guys asked "Miller, is that your new sub?" It pissed Steve off. "I'M NO ONE'S SUB." He growled at the guy. He could've taken him right there if he weren't tied up and if Miller didn't have a firm grip on his bicep. Miller laughed. "It's true. He's not. Yet. But we'll be getting there." As they walked away, he whispered "you just got ten extra minutes of tit play, five more minutes of tickling, and a more severe introduction to pain, Steven. You will learn your place, one way or the other." "So, you're the man Miller's been talking about for the last few weeks, huh?" The barber worked with clean, efficient strokes, cleaning up three- or four-days' worth of stubble. "I have no idea." Steve tried to shrug, but the barber used a straight edge razor and combined with the bondage, it made Steve very nervous about moving. "OH YEAH, that's right. You're the straight guy he took in payment. He told us about that." "YOU KNOW?" Steve turned his head, risking a cut, and the barber shook his head. "All the DOMS do. I bet most of the subs do, too. Miller loves big guys, and he loves flipping straight men. You meet frankie the cop yet?" "Yeah, I met him last night." "Well, that's his type. Except frankie's too young. Gray hair, muscular build, attitude -- yeah, you've got all the things he's after. " He paused. "For what it's worth, your honeymoon is going to be spectacular." "THERE'S NOT GONNA BE A HONEYMOON. I'M NOT MARRYING HIM BECAUSE I'M NOT SUBMITTING!" The barber rubbed a warm cloth over Steve's face. "Four days. I say four days more before you give in." Miller took Steve back to the room where he had "played" with him the night before. He pushed Steve back in the chair, and Steve sat, silently, while Miller gathered a bunch of items from the side. Steve didn't know what most of them were, but he recognized the electric toothbrush. Miller pulled up a chair opposite him. He had a ball gag in his hand. He began moving it toward Steve's mouth, and then he stopped. "I have a better idea, Steve. I'm gonna give you control of your own destiny." He began pulling the gray t-shirt up Steve's torso, rolling it as he brought it up. He stretched it. "Open your mouth. Then bite down on this." "What the..." Steve began, and then a smack to his balls got his mouth open. "You'll learn, Steve. You do what I say, when I say it, or...consequences. Now bite down." Pain still radiated from his cock, but Steve did. "Now, you'll hold onto that because if you don't, well, in parts 2 and 3 of today's game, I can make things much, MUCH more difficult for you. Now point out those tits." Steve didn't feel he had any choice and did. Miller went directly for the side of Steve's nipple that he had discovered that morning. "Let's see if the other one reacts the same way." "MMMMMMNMGNGNGNGGNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" came out of Steve's mouth. Yes, the two nipples reacted exactly the same way. "THIS is a game changer, Stevie," Miller announced. "Because you and I both know that all I have to do to get you to surrender completely, is work your tits like this." He moved his fingers faster, and his nails dug in a bit harder. Steve was twisting in the chair, trying to get out of the range of Miller's hands, knowing there was no way he could do that. Then, something took over, and he began thrusting his hips. That's when Miller stopped. "Oh, you'll shoot today, Stevie, that's the good news. The even BETTER news is that, from now on, you'll ejaculate when I want you to, and not before or after." "FMMKDKDK". Steve hated it when people called him "Stevie." He thought it feminized him, and it brought back memories of why he had worked out so hard, to get so big: the bigger kids had called him that, and he had to do something to stop them. Now, it was starting all over again, but with a smaller "kid," and he couldn't do anything. Then there was what Miller said about controlling his orgasms. When he had had the chance to talk with frankie and bruce the night before, he heard them talking about their "cages" just before he got there. He had figured out what they were. Was Miller planning on that? "You want some more tit torture, stud?" Miller saw the anger in Steve's eyes as he shook his head no. He didn't want it, but he knew what was coming, and he dreaded that as much as more tickle play. "I think we can take that shirt out of your mouth now. I want you more exposed, stud." Miller pulled Steve from the chair and dragged him over to the X cross. "You're not gonna give me trouble when I put on the wrist restraints are you, bud?" Steve shot back "I won't give you the satisfaction. I know there's probably punishment if I resist." "GEE. You're much smarter than most blondes, Stevie. You're right." "DON'T CALL ME STEVIE!" came the reply. Miller pushed Steve up against the cross. His face rested on the wood as Miller growled into his ear. "Listen up, manbitch. I'll call you anything I want because I'm the one in control. If I wanna call you fucking STEFANIE I will. And you'll accept that. Are we clear?" Miller reached around and tweaked a nip. Steve gritted his teeth. "If you didn't know about that, you wouldn't be so damn aggressive." "Ha, ha. But I do. Facts are facts. Now turn around. Face me." Miller pulled the t-shirt up over Steve's head, but he didn't take it off. Steve's torso was bared. Then, Miller restrained his wrists tightly. He stretched Steve's arms so that his pits were completely exposed, and he couldn't move them at all. Steve fought for control when Miller's first finger went into his left pit. He began to sputter, and by the time three of Miller's fingers were curled and working back and forth, Steve was in full blown laughter mode. "STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP . PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE . HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH. NO! NOT TWO AT THE SAME TIME. OH, GOD!" Sweat was pouring off Steve as Miller dug into both pits. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA." Things didn't get better for Steve when Miller slid his fingers down and began digging into his ribs. "Yes, Steve, if you're wondering, they can all hear you upstairs, and they may come down to watch." "OH SHIT. HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Steve looked to the side, and he did see a couple of people watching. They were some of the younger guys -- not committed to any DOM but working as domestics at the manor. One turned to the other. "SHIT. I thought he was a Daddy Dom. I was planning to make a pass at him." The second one whispered "Talk to Miller. Maybe you can work something out." "OH LOOK. He's getting the brush." Indeed, Miller had picked up the toothbrush. "NO MORE. PLEASE NO MORE. NO MORE," Steve pleaded. "Nope. Remember I said you had earned some punishment? Well, think of this as what I promised you." First, Miller dug the brush into Steve's navel, and a big laugh burst out of him. Then to the ribs and finally, back to the pits. "Be glad I'm not doing your feet, Stevie. I save that for private. " Without turning around he said "HEY. One of you boys wanna get another brush and help? In fact, both of you. Get brushes. Green eyes, do his navel. Short hair, get his other pit." And within a minute, three people were tickling the crap out of our hunky veterinarian. "PLEASE, PLEASE. I CAN'T BREATHE. I CAN'T. FUCKING. BREATHE." Miller looked at his watch. "Yeah, you've probably had enough for now. Need time for your clinic on Pain 101, and then ..." He grinned. "Oh, this is SUCH a good day." He looked at the boys. "Go get me the box of clothes pins." "YES SIR" the one with green eyes" answered. While he was getting them, Miller unbuttoned Steve's jeans and slid them down. His desperate cock popped out. Green eyes' jaw dropped. "A WASTE he's bottoming," he said to himself. "Very old school, this technique," Miller said "but VERY effective in my view. Especially for beginners. On a scale of 1-10, I'd say this registers, oh, about 4. And the number will go up, every day that I don't have a submission." His eyes glittered. "And yes, there ARE techniques that go above 10. " He paused again. "Should I gag you? Yeah, I think so. Makes it better." He picked up the ball gag and forced it into Steve's mouth. "Now, let's begin. And yes, since you're a science geek, I'll tell you: the density of pins can go up." "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!" yelled Steve as Miller attached the first one to his left side. He had begun to cry very softly by the time that Miller was halfway through his right side. When he finished, Miller smiled. "I think we'll save the ball pins for tomorrow, Stevie. Yes, you know this from all the animals you've gelded. Lots of loose skin down there. Lots of places for pins to go. And speaking of down there." He gripped Steve's cock. "I think maybe it's time to milk my steer. You need to shoot, Stevie?" Fighting the pain, and the embarrassment of the two young men watching, Steve shook his head yes. "Well, then let's do it, and when we're done..." He didn't finish the sentence, and after a few pulls he stopped. "SO DUMB. " He pulled a coin out of his pocket "GREEN EYES. CALL IT. HEADS OR TAILS." "TAILS" yelled the kid, and Miller laughed. "Of course you'd say tails, bottom. Well, you win. You want to suck this cock?" "YES SIR. YES SIR. THANK YOU, SIR." "Don't worry short hair. I got you covered. NOW GET TO WORK." "Green eyes" knew what he was doing: it was known around the manor that if you just "happened" to need a blow job and he was around, well, look no further. He didn't disappoint, as Steve began to moan with pleasure. Miller whispered into his ear: "which is pleasure, which is pain, Stevie? The blow job, or the pins? You can't tell." Steve's eyes were closed, and he realized Miller was right. He felt the clothespins for sure, but they were mixed with the feeling as green eyes licked his balls. "SIR, he's close. He's close." "OK, stop. We're going to time this." Miller got what looked like a huge paddle -- like you used to take pizza out of the oven. "On the count of three. One. Two. THREE." "Green eyes played with Steve's glans just as Miller knocked the pins off his sides. Steve came in violent gushes. He caught the kid, and he spilled all over the floor. It just kept coming. And coming. He was whimpering, and exhausted when it was done. Miller looked over at "short hair." "Clearly you don't have enough work to do. Get over here and clean the floor." "YES SIR" he smiled and ran over. "Can I help him, Sir?" Green eyes begged. "NO. You had your fun. But go and get me a chastity cage." The kid ran off and came back with one. Miller smiled. "You made a good choice." He put it in front of Steve's face. "You know what this is, handsome?" Steve knew. He also knew what was happening next. "MMMPH" he answered, shaking his head. "It's important for subs to understand that they have NO control over their bodies, and that starts with their cocks. They belong to their DOMS. " He smiled at Steve. "Yeah, I know you refuse to admit you're a sub. That hard-on you had suggests otherwise, big guy." "MMMPHNPMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!" Steve shook his head NO, vigorously, and Miller just laughed. He grabbed Steve's now flaccid cock and pulled it up. He snapped the cage on it. "THERE WE GO. Now, the man who holds the key, holds the power of your dick." He looked at Steve. "Be as angry as you like. It's a fact." After a pause he continued. "You don't think I have control over your body?" Again a vigorous "NO." "Well, we shall see about that. Take him down, boys. Make yourself useful." As they released him, Steve felt exhausted. He could probably put up a fight with the two young twinks, but he'd still have to get by Miller, and then out of the house. He couldn't do that, so when Miller ordered him to "STRIP" he did. Then Miller took the ball gag out. "I like other gags better, Stevie, but this type seems to let subs know they're under control, more than others. " "I. AM. NOT. A. SUB" Steve answered. He balled his fists, and Miller laughed. "Another confrontation, Stevie? If I get you on the floor -- excuse me -- WHEN I get you on the floor, I'll tickle you so hard you'll wet yourself. But I'll wait until more than these two kids are watching. Humiliation is a GOOD way to break a man. You understand?" Steve looked down. He hadn't thrown a punch, and he was beaten. "Yeah, I get it." "Good. Then you'll do what you're told now. I've prepared a little entertainment for you, but I need entertainment too. See that chair?" Steve looked at another one -- not the one where he had been tied up. This one had a plug sticking in the middle of it -- about 2 inches. "NO. No. You're not making me..." "Yes, I am, Stevie. Got to get used to penetration. Don't worry. It's well lubricated. Almost like a big suppository. Have a seat." Hesitantly, Steve moved over, thinking "I'm not gonna be able to handle this." "It's good practice, stud. These two young men can take three or four times the length. NOW SIT." Steve winced as he let himself down on the plug. It didn't hurt and when he moved around, it was almost, well, stimulating. He felt Miller take his wrists and tie them behind him on the chair. "I'll be getting some clamps for those tits in a minute. First, let me go and get our friends in here." He went to the door. "HEY, yeah, we're ready." Adam walked in, leading butch by a leash and collar. Butch's hands were bound behind his back. "Butch spoke out too much to you, and Adam has decided that he needs punishment. And he wants it done in front of you. Adam smiled. "You're gonna see bruce's weekly body shave. His WHOLE body. And then, something butch hates more than anything else: getting fucked in front of people." Miller leaned into Steve's ear. "How'd YOU like to get fucked in public, Stevie?" Steve squirmed in the chair. The plug hit a nerve ending and all of a sudden, getting fucked, and getting fucked in public, did not seem so bad.