Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2023 23:06:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: "ropingtop@aol.com" <ropingtop@aol.com>
Subject: Trained to be a submissive spouse - installment 6

            "Well, I think that was a whole lot of fun, didn't you,
stevie?" Miller had just pulled steve into their bedroom, after a night
in the common room with the other men. He had his finger linked through
one of the loops of steve's jeans. Just as he had been when they left
the room, steve's wrists were tied behind his back, and he had a plug
gag in his mouth. New were the collar with the lock on it, and the black
ring on his finger.  He didn't answer Miller, and in response, Miller
just smiled.

            "Point em out, stevie." Steve sighed. He didn't want to,
but he knew that a good solid smack to his caged dick would follow if he
didn't.  As he complied, Miller began running his fingers back and
forth, ever so gently, where steve's nipples pointed out on his shirt.
Steve began to moan.

            "I think I can say two things for certain, stevie. One:
you're glad I didn't show anyone how I keep you in line, huh?" Steve
closed his eyes. It was true. A couple of the men had asked that question
in different ways: "how'd you get him to give up? Looks like a top to
me. How'd you flip him," stuff like that. Miller had kept silent. Now,
he just kept up the playing with steve's nipples. "Because if I did,
let me be honest with you, stevie. You'd never spend another night of
your life when you weren't on your back with your legs in the air."
Then he laughed. "Of course, that's a real possibility now, but at
least it'll be only one dick in you."

            "mmmmmmmmmmmmmph," steve couldn't help moaning. "And
number two: you wish I didn't know about this weakness." He stopped for
a minute, and steve meekly shook his head yes.  Then Miller started
again. "But I do. And so many more. " He paused. "AH, so fucking
great. Every man is jealous, and you're mine, aren't you, stud
muffin?" Steve tried to avoid more nipple torture by shaking his head
right away, but it didn't stop Miller who then said "Get on your knees.
I'm fucking rock hard, and I don't have time to get ready to fuck you
before I blow a load."

            It had all happened after steve had surrendered. Miller had
led him back to their rooms, and then had picked out a pair of tight
jeans, and a snug fitting shirt. "Time for everyone to know. It's the
ceremony I told you about." Steve had looked at Miller pleadingly.
Miller only laughed. "If you keep yourself in line, stevie, and remember
that I'm in charge, this won't be too bad.  In fact...you may actually
enjoy it."  Miller had then ordered steve to put his hands behind his
back, and he bound them. "Open your mouth," he ordered, and the gag
went in. Then, holding steve's left bicep, he led him down the staircase
to the main room. Not everyone was there, but a few guys were. They began
to talk, and the talk increased as Miller announced "I have a
submission. We'll complete the ceremony tonight." A couple of the men
went off, told others and soon, everyone was in the common area. Miller
had taken a chair and had steve kneel beside him. "Put down your head,
stevie. You'll bring it back up when I say you can." Steve was angry,
scared and also curious as to what was going to happen. He felt Miller's
fingers dig into his armpit and tickle him gently. He whispered, "I am
SO going to enjoy continuing your training."

            "So, Master Miller: you say you have a new sub?" It was one
of the taller men there: steve thought he had heard him referred to as
Master Eric. He had a thick moustache, thinning hair, and a very steely
gaze.

            "I do." He put his hand on the back of steve's neck and
pulled up his head. "Don't I, stevie? Aren't you my sub now?" There
were tears in steve's eyes, but he shook his head yes."

            "Very nice performative stuff, Master Miller, but we need to
hear it."

            "Agreed. I'll remove the gag." Steve felt the gag come out
of his mouth. He tried to get his lips and tongue moistened. "I see
there'll still be need for training," Master Eric stated, "IF the
submission is valid." He looked at steve. "You will have to learn to
thank Master Miller when he releases you from some sort of torture.
Otherwise, the next round of torment will be more severe."  Miller said
nothing, but he grinned. Steve answered. "I understand, Sir. I have much
to learn."

            "Perhaps you do, perhaps you don't. Do you submit to Master
Miller?" Steve caught a sob in his chest. "Yes, Master Eric. I do."
There was some humming around the room. Now, Eric addressed Miller.

            "You've chosen a monumental task, Miller. Your new sub does
not look like most subs, and I suspect that his spirit is unlike them as
well. You have your work cut out for you."

            "Understood. I hope that we will be able to return in a year
and the submission will be complete, and I will take steve as my spouse.
My submissive spouse."  Steve saw Eric smile. Most of the other men --
all of the DOMS -- were smiling as well.

            "He has to sign the agreement."

            "Understood. If one of the scribe subs would bring it."
Eric looked at one of the young, thin men standing around, shirtless and
hairless. He hurried back with the document.

            "Sub steve, you have to sign this to agree to abide by
Master Miller's rules. I'm sure that Master Miller has some ways of
keeping you in control that you would hope others did not learn. Bear in
mind that if Master Miller determines you've violated this trust, he
will reveal that information to all gathered here, and at some point, you
WILL become a DOM's sub.  Signing this document commits you to Master
Miller for six months. Do you understand?" In a week voice, steve
answered: "I do, Master Eric." He saw the smile. He was handed a pen.
"Sign." His hand was shaking, but steve did.  There was a loud round of
applause and cheers.

            "Time for the collar," Master Eric continued. Miller had it
in his pocket. "Bow your head steve," he said in a commanding voice.
"Yes, Sir" steve replied. He felt the cold metal chain around his neck.
It fit snugly. He could just see the small lock at the bottom.

            "Now the ring." For this, Cyrus came forward. He gave an
evil leer to steve before he handed Miller the ring. Steve gasped when he
saw the small, sharp knife in Cyrus' hands. "Unbound for now but bound
thereafter." He cut the ropes and ordered steve to give Miller his right
hand. Miller took it, and steve saw the onyx band go down his finger.

            "There is just one more step to complete," Eric spoke
again. "And that is the farewell to topping. The house subs have drawn
the lots.  Zak shall be his farewell." A red-haired young man, shaven,
came forward. He stood in front of steve. "I am honored to be your last,
Steve. I only ask that you... hurt me. As much as you can."  He began to
strip.

            "Master Miller, time to strip your sub." "Stand, steve. I
need to get to work."

            "Sir, I don't understand." Miller thwacked himself on the
head. "AH, that's right. I had forgotten. You were straight. You've
never had a boy's ass, have you?"

            "No Sir," steve reddened as he heard the laughing. "Not to
worry. Zak is very experienced with beginners. At least, that's what his
ad said before he, ahem, came to work for us." Miller hadn't unlocked
steve's cage before this. He did now. Exposed, naked, steve's dick shot
out in front of him, to the delight of all. Zak stepped forward. He took
his hand. "Come with me, handsome. I'll make your first and last as
memorable as anyone could imagine."

            "And as Master, I will be present to watch."  Miller
followed as Zak led steve to one of the cubicles at the side of the main
room. "Just remember what your Master does to you. For now, Steve, you
are the Master."  He shut the door.

            It was just under two hours later that Miller, zak and steve
left the room.  Miller and retied steve's wrists but he hadn't locked
the cage back on his dick yet. Instead, he was leading steve back into
the main room by his semi-hard cock. Zak had been right: he knew what he
was doing and the horny, straight man that had been steve had now fucked
his first and only "boy pussy" as zak called it while they were going
at it. Miller had gotten aroused, but he controlled himself: he wanted
steve for himself, later.  Right now, he was enjoying the bright red
blushing from steve as they walked back into the room. Zak had a loud
voice, and everyone could hear him telling the other house subs about
what a waste it was going to be that steve would be bottoming and not
topping. "How Master Miller gets that cock in a cage, I don't know,"
he giggled.  When steve was getting dressed again, he came by: "Master
Miller: if you ever feel a need to let your boy exercise his member,
please give me a call. " He looked at steve. "If you're half as good a
bottom as you were a top tonight, steve, I think Master Miller is never
going to let you go."

            "You got that right," Miller told Zak. So, gentlemen,
let's talk. I need some advice about my boy. Thoughts on piercing,
tattoos, should I let his hair grow back, how long do you keep your boys
locked before you drain them, the whole nine yards."

            "Or, nine inches," Zak quipped. When he saw mouths drop, he
said "No, it wasn't that much. Maybe 7. Lucky 7," which only made
steve blush more.  He could hear the rest of the DOMS giving advice to
Miller, but he just tuned out. He had nothing to say about this. Instead,
 sitting at Miller's feet with his hands tied in front of him now, he
tried to enjoy the massage Miller was giving his shoulders and neck.
Every now and then, Miller dropped his head so that his beard tickled
steve's ear, and steve just shivered.

            Now, back in their bedroom, steve was kneeling in front of
Miller, who had unzipped his pants and showed a very stiff cock. The gag
came out of steve's mouth. "Time for some practice stevie. And remember
what you were taught tonight. Failure to thank for anything you get --
ANYTHING -- may mean punishment."

            "Yes, Sir," steve closed his eyes and, before he swallowed
Miller's cock he said, "Thank you, Sir."  As he slurped, Miller ran
through his plans, and what he would do next. Just about everyone agreed
that he should let steve's hair grow back on his head but keep  him
smooth on the rest of his body. Miller agreed with that. Most of the guys
thought that steve definitely should be pierced, and there were some who
thought a tattoo would be better. Some voted for both. Normally, Miller
would have had no qualms about having steve pierced: right nipple, right
through the middle. He hesitated about this, though because of what he
knew about steve's nips. If he pierced the right one, would he spoil the
sensitivity? Of course, he wouldn't know unless he DID have steve
pierced. He didn't want that risk. Instead, he made a mental note: speak
to the DOMS who had had the taint of their subs pierced.  He smiled as he
thought about that, and his dick got bigger, and bigger. He could hear
steve fighting to subdue his gag reflex, and he pushed harder and faster,
to make sure that steve knew who was in charge. "SWALLOW IT ALL BITCH
BOY. SWALLOW IT. EVERY LAST DROP." "MMMMMMMMMMMMPH" came the response
as Miller unloaded into steve's throat.  "I don't know if I enjoy
fucking your ass or your throat more, steve." Miller smiled. Actually, I
do. It's your ass. But I got no more juice left." Then he looked at
steve. "Did you forget to thank me for my load, sub boy?"

            "OH SIR, I'm sorry. I didn't know I should thank you for
that too."

            "Well, did I give you something? Did I give you my load?"

            "Gulp. Yes sir."

            "Well, time for a little payback for your forgetfulness. I
think half hour of tickling will be fine. Get on your belly. NOW."

            "Yes, Sir," steve answered. He hated the tickling the most,
and Miller knew it.  He felt Miller's light touch over the back of his
knees and began to laugh. "Like that, stevie."

            "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHHA. No Sir. But thank you
Sir."

            "You don't like it? Well, maybe you like this better." His
fingers went to steve's pits. Steve began to howl.
"AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA. OH GOD, I CAN'T
BREATHE SIR."

            "Well, maybe...." He rolled steve over, and now he worked on
his ribs, and his navel. Steve continued to shriek until Miller stopped.
"Here's what happens now, steve. We'll be leaving here tomorrow.
 We've had our members who have veterinary training covering for your
practice. You'll go back after I move you in with me. And then, your
probation starts. Keep in mind, if at any point you make me regret my
decision, all of what I know about you goes back to the collective, and
then... you'll be hunted for the rest of your life." Steve thought about
that. He didn't much care for the thought.

            "I know you surrendered, but I also know you're not broken,
steve. The next six months are about breaking you. And your training will
be intensive. Trust me: VERY intensive. "

            "Thank you, Sir" steve answered. Miller looked at him with
approval. "That was the most submissive thing you've said since we
started. Now, we're going to get ready for bed and we'll leave
tomorrow. Early if I'm not in the mood, a bit later if I feel like
fucking you. And I think I will."

            The next morning, Miller was indeed in the mood to fuck his
new sub. He rolled steve onto his back and then restrained his wrists. He
pushed steve's legs in the air and took his ass. As he was grinding into
steve, he heard him moan "thank you, Sir," but then the moans took on a
different tone. Miller stopped. He moved his cock ever so slightly, and
the moans started up again. He laughed. "Well, well, well, looks like we
found stevie's prostate gland. Oh, stevie, you are going to be SO upset
that I did. " He smiled and rubbed his cock head back and forth over the
spot. "Like how that feels, boy?" Steve couldn't answer: he was
moaning too much. When Miller began working on his nipples too, he
thought he'd explode. He felt a gush but didn't see anything. He was
puzzled: he was locked up nice and solid but...what had happened?

            "My boy just had his first prostate orgasm. You'll be horny
again really quickly, sub, but for now, know I have just unearthed YET
ANOTHER way of keeping you in line. And you came before I did, so...."
Miller began driving deeply into steve and then finally.... The explosion.
His jizz filling steve's ass.

            "I'm gonna let you clean out before we leave, stevie, but I
got another surprise for you. Go get yourself ready. Travel day."

            "Yes, Sir," steve answered. He got himself as clean as he
could in the shower. Before he got dressed, Miller inserted a small plug
into his ass. Steve didn't see Miller do anything, but he felt a jolt:
as if Miller were pushing inside of him. "Keeps you honest, boy. While
we drive. I can't stop and fuck you whenever I want, but with this
little gadget, you'll think I did."

            Miller enjoyed using it all the way back to the city. Steve
noted that Miller had been right about the effect of the prostate orgasm
ending quickly. That and the periodic jolts from the plug left him almost
totally helpless. Still, he began to think: how could he get himself out
of this?