Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2024 23:31:31 +0000 (UTC) From: "ropingtop@aol.com" Subject: Trained to be a submissive spouse - installment 8 Somehow, the story of what had happened to steve on the beach got around. He didn't know if Miller told people (he doubted it), but Miller would dress him in a harness and take steve to a leather bar, and the bartender would inevitably ask if he wanted a "sex on the beach." One of his clients gave him a photo of the Beach Boys, etc. Steve tried to roll with it, but his complexion was so fair, any blushing showed up. Steve only lost his temper about it once: that's when Jeff showed up at the clinic one day and asked, in a joking manner: "So, how much seed got spilled on the sand?" Even though there were other clients in the clinic, steve bellowed: "GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, YOU BASTARD. YOU'RE THE REASON I'M IN THIS POSITION." Jeff gave a leer and answered "Yeah, I know the position you mean. Underneath Miller. Ha ha." Fact is, steve was on edge for a few reasons. The calendar was moving forward and in less than a month, he and Miller would be heading back up to the manor for the follow up meeting with Miller's group. That would be the one where Miller would assert his final claim to steve, and then, in the eyes of most, he'd be Miller's property, and expected to serve as his submissive spouse. He heard the expression "man-wife" from someone and hated it. It seemed much more final and, well, "physical." Steve held on to the idea that he was far from submissive. The only person he was submissive to was Miller. Miller made sure this was clear when they went to the bars. The first time they went, Miller had dressed steve head to foot in leather. He kept a leash attached to steve's collar, and led steve from place to place as if he were a pet, he was training. Then, one day when steve came home, Miller had a bright white leather harness. "Change into it, stevie. We'll get final adjustments from the shop." Steve had seen guys in leather harnesses when they went out, but they were always black, and guys as big as he was, were always the ones in charge. "Yes, Sir," he sighed, and changed into the harness. Miller smiled broadly. "Oh, yes! Absolutely. A nip here, a tuck there, and an accessory like...this." He pulled out an armband he had made steve wear before. "And either jeans or your chaps. MMMM." He stepped behind steve and gently pulled his hands behind his back. He whispered "there's an eye hook on the back of your collar, stevie. I can tie your wrists, attach the lead to the collar, and keep you immobile all night. Then, I can just do something like this..." He reached around and thumbed steve's left nipple. Steve sucked in his breath and moaned. Miller played with his nipples every day, whether he was doing something else or not. The regular play had made them more sensitive. His right nip, with the piercing, was so sensitive that he would moan if the fabric on a shirt brushed against it too hard. He could feel Miller's free hand cupping his ass. He squeezed both of steve's cheeks, and steve knew enough to spread his legs: Miller reached between them and fondled steve's balls. More moaning came out of steve's mouth. He had a sense of frustration: every day after he left for the clinic, he told himself that he was NOT going to give Miller the satisfaction of knowing how easily he could control him, and every day, Miller demolished those thoughts. As Miller fondled his balls, steve thought about vet school when he had taken a required class on farm animals: how the instructor had made them all feel the testicles of different bulls to learn how to tell which ones might become good breeding stock. Steve knew, though, that he was not destined for any breeding. He had tried to bring up the issue with Miller. He said something like "Sir, I understand my role but, I was always straight before you and, well, I'm really horny for a night with a chick." Miller grinned. "Is that right, stevie? You're wondering if you could get a night to play straight boy?" "Just one, Sir?" Miller had leaned into steve's ear and whispered "No." When steve sighed in frustration Miller said "on second thought, I could agree to that on one condition: if you do that, I tell 20 people about how easy it is to control you through your nipples. Ready to pay that price?" This time the sigh was deeper "No, Sir." "Good. Then, why don't we put this silly idea to rest. On the bed. I think a good solid dose of Man Cock is what you need." Steve found himself in the usual position, his wrists spread and bound to the bed corners, his legs up in the air, and Miller's long dick filling him. Steve groaned every time Miller flexed his glutes: it just got his cock into steve deeper, and deeper. But that was the past. As if to torment him, Miller had a calendar up with different dates carrying messages like: "choose outfits. Pack restraints. Complete shave. Load car." It was coming, and steve knew it. He seemed resigned to it: every single escape attempt had been thwarted, and now that everyone in town seemed to know about the beach vacation, he couldn't count on any support from anyone else, unless he agreed to become another man's sub. Several guys had made that clear to him: any time he was tired of being dominated by Miller; they'd be happy to replace him. Steve knew that even that possibility would be gone after the second visit to the manor. Steve was so convinced that things were hopeless, that when Miller told him one day that he had to be out of town for three nights on a business trip, steve didn't even entertain any thoughts of doing anything amiss. "I think I can trust you stevie," Miller told him before adding "and in any event there are enough people who'll tell me where you are that I'll find you. I don't even think I need to keep you caged." That surprised steve. "Yeah, you can fantasize about anything you want over those three days, big man. Think about fucking whatever girls are still in your head, I can't control that. And in any event, in just a little while, I won't have to worry: your submission will be totally complete. I can't wait." Miller always kept a hand on steve's right pec when they slept: if he were feeling particularly aroused at night, he'd play with the nip, sometimes gently moving the piercing bar. When steve began to moan, he'd whisper "roll over, sub stud," telling steve whether he should get on his belly or his back. He'd push steve's legs apart and tear into him, growling things like "YOU LIKE THAT, BOTTOM? YOU LIKE COCK UP YOUR ASS, FUCKING BITCH?" Sometimes steve didn't answer, but there were times where he couldn't help himself, and he'd moan "YES SIR, YES SIR. FUCK MEEEEE." He'd think about that for about a day after it happened: "why did I give him the fucking satisfaction?" He didn't understand it. And then, the night before Miller's trip, he began to see what was going on. Miller had gotten very hard after they went to bed: steve could feel his dick against his back. He had one hand on steve's nip as always, and his other hand pinned steve's wrists down, above his head. He began working on the tit bar. "You keep on insisting you're straight, stevie. Let me ask you something: any woman ever make you as excited as I do?" He let go of the bar and ran his nail against the edge of the nipple. Steve began to quiver. He heard the question, but he didn't answer. Miller persisted with his finger. "Well, fuck toy? I bet your cock is thick and hard in that cage. Has anyone ever made it that hard? That thick?" Steve didn't want to tell the truth. Again, he didn't answer. He heard Miller chuckle, and then he felt the tip of his pec squeezed firmly. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH" came out of his mouth. "NO, Sir. No. Never. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH." "And you never will, stevie. Because you know what? You were meant to be my BITCH. It was just a matter of time." He let go of steve's nipple and grabbed the chastity cage. "I bet if this were off, you'd shoot right across the bedroom." He ran his tongue along steve's ear, and steve groaned before answering "Yes, Sir. You're right." Heh, heh" was Miller's response. "You don't even really NEED your dick anymore stevie. All you need are your nerve endings, and someone who knows how to work them. And that someone...is me." By that point, Miller had shoved his dick in between steve's thighs, and he shot a load. Again, steve thought hard about why he wanted that load in his mouth or his ass. "It'll just give you something to think about, stevie," Miller reminded him the next morning, as he was finishing up his packing. "Remember: I'm trusting you. Don't make me regret it." "No, Sir. You won't." And it was, in fact, steve's plan to do exactly what Miller had told him to do, and to avoid what he told him to avoid. He didn't want to risk the consequences. And then, when he got to the clinic that morning and got to work, who walked in but Jeff. Steve tried to keep calm. "I THOUGHT I told you not to come back here!" It was before the first client of the day, so steve didn't modulate his voice. "I know, but steve, dude, you know, I feel like shit that I got you in so much deep trouble. I mean, we used to be friends and..." "And then you sold my ass to some rich bastard who thinks I'm his fucking spouse." "Dud, I swear. I had no idea. I told you: I thought he just wanted one night with you, maybe a blow job, some heavy kissing but... " Steve saw that Jeff was staring at the outline of the tit bar through his shirt. Every item of clothing he owned was so tight that something like that was going to show. "You want one of them, Jeff? I can arrange for it. I'll tell Miller -- excuse me, SIR Miller, that there's another straight guy who'd love to have his nips made so sensitive that he's helpless when they're touched." Steve regretted saying what he had. He knew Jeff couldn't keep a secret and now, he didn't have to worry about whether or not Miller told anyone. He DID have to worry whether Jeff had any friends who'd be interested. He also regretted saying it because his cock, unlocked, had suddenly begun to get hard. Jeff looked down. "I don't know if I should say this, but, ok, I will. I want to try to help you, steve." Steve began to laugh. "GET OUT. JUST GET OUT." Jeff shrugged his shoulders. "You know, I came by because I saw Miller leave this morning with a suitcase. When you weren't there, I figured you'd be alone." He looked at steve. "You want to go out to some straight bar or something tonight? Maybe go home with some chick?" Steve folded his arms. He knew what was going on. When they hung out, women always went for steve. He had his pick. Jeff, on the other hand, usually got ignored. But if the woman Steve picked had a friend with her, he would say something like "I really don't want my friend to be alone," and soon, there'd be a double date. "Still can't get laid, huh Jeff?" Steve shook his head. "You figured you'd use me to try to get you some sloppy seconds tonight?" Jeff grinned. "It was worth a try, Steve. I remember how much you used to love cruising for a hot lady, or even two. Remember the time you fucked the one while she blew me?" Steve did. And his cock got hard again. He knew he was playing with fire by doing something like this. (What he did NOT know was that Jeff had been betting with Miller's associates again, and he was deeply in debt. Miller had promised to forgive the debt if Jeff would help him "test" Steve). "I'll think about it. Come back this afternoon. You know Sir Miller has spies everywhere, and I'll need to report to him. It may not be worth it." Jeff could see that Steve's resolve was crumbling. "When's the second part of making you his spouse, Steve? After that happens..." "I said, come back this afternoon. I'll think about it." Steve couldn't focus for the rest of the morning. By blabbing to Jeff, he knew he had taken away the advantage that Miller had with his nipple secret. "Every cloud has a silver lining," he thought bitterly. Jeff had also made a very good point: once the contract was complete, there was going to be NO chance for Steve to try to sleep with a woman again -- unless Miller threw him out, which he might just do if he found out that his sub had gone behind his back and slept with a woman. The trip to the manor was about two weeks away. "Now or never" he thought, and when Jeff came back late that afternoon, he told him "Ok. ONE night. That's it. She can't come to MY place -- Miller will smell it right away." Jeff began to think. "Maybe a brothel would be better, Steve." Steve laughed. "Yeah, it MIGHT be if Miller didn't control all my money." He pulled out his wallet. There was 100.00 in it. "That's it. It's got to last the weekend. Credit cards, that's a laugh. All cut in half and in the trash." That's when Jeff pulled out a roll of 100-dollar bills. It was money that was supposed to go to Miller's associates, but with the scheming he had been doing. "My treat tonight, Steve. Treat it like a sailor going off to sea." "Well, in a lot of ways, it is. And you know what Jeff? You fucking OWE me." As he drove to his meetings, Miller thought about what future he wanted with steve. He relished the idea that he had broken steve -- more than once -- and he loved watching steve's reluctance as this former straight hunk became more and more of his bottom. He wondered about resentment: would it help make steve more compliant if he gave him a little more freedom? For example, could he give him a night, once a month, to "cat around" as his parents used to call it. It might be worth it: he could exact something from steve. He'd have to think about that. He adjusted himself in the car. Thinking about this big guy whom he kept in line was just so damn hot. He was sure that if anyone else tried to subdue him, they'd be unsuccessful. He had to keep it that way. His car phone rang. He saw it was Cyrus. He turned on the headphones as he drove. "CY. What's up?" "Miller, I think you may regret going away on that trip." Miller was puzzled. "HUH? How do you know I'm on a trip?" "Well, word gets around. Your boy -- he's hanging out with that skank Jeff." Miller laughed. "Don't worry. I paid Jeff to keep an eye on him." Cyrus answered "Yeah? Does that mean taking him out to a whore house?" "WHAT?" Miller lost control of his voice. "Uh huh. Seems like your `secret agent' decided he needed a wingman, so he and steve headed to Rosies. Been there for a few hours." "SONOFABITCH" Miller muttered. "Oh, yeah, one other thing. I don't know how much detail is out and about, but a story's going around that you broke him by using some kind of secret hold on his tits." Miller tried to collect his thoughts. "Well, what can I say? I screwed up. I thought about taking him with me to these meetings, and keeping him locked up in my hotel room, but I didn't want the staff to get suspicious. I should've done AirB&B or something and kept him locked up that way." "Miller, you want me to do anything?" Cyrus asked. For a minute, Miller thought about it. He considered turning around and going back home. "You know, people talk so much that I think I'm just gonna let him get himself in as much trouble as he can. This straight boy is gonna wind up wishing he never thought of a woman in his life when I get through with him." "Miller, I need to ask. Are you still going to go through with the ceremony with him?" "OH YES, OF COURSE. In fact, I wish we could push it up, because it would give me a chance to make sure he understands his future a little bit sooner. I'll take care of this when I'm back. Thank you, Cyrus. You're the best." When he ended the call, Miller cursed out loud. Then, he began to think. "I thought he was smarter than this. Well, it's ok." He laughed. "I didn't beak him because we could discuss the theory of relativity. It'll all be fine." Steve and Jeff visited three brothels that night. Steve hadn't been given permission to cum for a few days, so he was loaded. He laughed after the second whore, because the condom he was wearing overfilled, and he had to pull it out to keep her safe. "Too bad," he laughed. "A bunch of little steves is a sweet idea." The lady smiled. "There would be nothing little about your children." He slept late the next day, and that sleep was not peaceful. He kept on dreaming about Miller, and what would happen if Miller found out. The dreams continued on the second night, when he stayed in. Thinking about his punishment got him so excited, Steve jerked off into a handkerchief. He gagged himself with it, thinking "it doesn't taste as good as Miller's." He thought about trying to tie himself up, but he was concerned he'd do it wrong. His phone rang. It was Miller. "Yes, Sir? Is your trip going well?" Miller sighed. "It's been a little frustrating, steve. And you know, I realize I should've taken you with me. By the way, are you behaving yourself?" Steve blushed as he lied and answered "Yes, Sir." "Well, good. Knowing I can trust you is important to me. Anyhow, I'm going to try to come back a little early: I don't know HOW early, but it will be early. I hope you'll be glad to see me back." "Definitely, Sir. I'll be ready." "Oh, I doubt that" Miller thought, but said "you know how I like you to look. Make sure you dress to please me. Hmm. How about one of those new, light blue short sleeve dress shirts -- the ones that are REALLY tight -- and some chinos. Oh, one other thing, stevie. I haven't jerked off since I left so, I am gonna dump a load in you like I haven't yet." "Yes, Sir," steve answered. He couldn't bring himself to say, "looking forward to it." Miller saw steve sitting in a chair in the living room when he came through the door. He had been considering how to handle things as he drove back home, and he had a plan. Steve looked absolutely delectable, and this would make things easier. The short sleeves barely held in steve's biceps, and the rest of his shirt seemed to be just barely holding him in. His pants were snug, and Miller noticed that he did not have a bulge. "Welcome home, Sir," steve got up and stood in submissive position: his hands behind his back, his legs spread and his chest out. He expected that Miller would immediately go for his nipples, but he didn't. He did stand very close to steve "Did you miss me?" steve gulped and smiled. "Very much, Sir. The bed felt very empty." Miller answered "Well, that's about to change. Remember what I told you about my not jerking off?" Steve began to sweat a little. How hard a fuck was he in for? "I do, Sir." "Well, I have an idea for something fun. Now, why don't you just go and lie on the bed? I'm going to be right in." "Yes, Sir" steve answered, and went back. He was scared: he had a feeling Miller had found out about the brothel trip, but he was also excited. The thought that he had, which was that no one got him as aroused as Miller did, stuck with him after he had tricked with the whores. Now he began to get hard. Miller came into the bedroom. He bent down and slowly opened the buttons on steve's shirt. "I wanted to play a little game with you, steve. I have a gift for you -- I thought of it on the trip- but you have to earn it. And this is how you will: I'm gonna try to keep you pinned down for half an hour, or until you give up. If you knock me off, you get the gift. On the other hand, if you lose, you have to answer a question for me, truthfully." Steve now KNEW that Miller was aware of what he had done. "Sir, that's not a fair game. You know all you have to do is grab my tits and I'm helpless. I'll give up in five minutes." Miller smiled. "Well, let's say your nips are off limits for the first part of this game. We have a deal? "It's a deal," steve answered, still dubious about this. "LETS GO, SUB BOY." Miller threw himself on top of steve, and steve began to resist. Miller was laughing and so was steve: like two young boys wrestling. Miller kept his hands away from steve's nips, but steve couldn't displace him. He squirmed, and he struggled. He tried to twist away and then to buck Miller off him, but it wasn't working. Miller had steve's wrists pinned down to the bed and steve tried to use his strength to push them off. Miller laughed, pushed them back on the bed and teased "that all you got, bottom boy?" "FUCK THAT, SIR" steve yelled, and began to writhe and squirm even more. It wasn't doing much good, and he was getting tired, and running out of breath. Miller obviously knew it, and he began to hook steve's arms and legs, twist them into odd positions, anything to get him more tired. Steve stopped struggling. He gasped for breath. "You win, Sir." Miller saw the wet spot on the khakis. "Looks like I should've kept you locked up during this trip. That's no good." "I'm sorry, Sir" was steve's answer. "Well, I guess you can't have your gift. Too bad. I think it's something you'd like, stevie. See, I was gonna let you have one night a month to go and cat around, even fuck a woman or two or three. But you lost. And now, I claim my prize." His fingers hovered over steve's nipples. "Tell me the truth. Did you cheat on me while I was gone?" Steve blushed red. "No, Sir." "I think you're lying," Miller answered, as he began to toy with steve's nipples. The moans started very quickly, and when Miller started playing with the piercing bar, they got louder. "You gonna tell me the truth?" "I did, Sir. I didn't do anything with women." Miller increased the pressure and steve muttered "oh, fuck." "How about I finger the right one, and chew the left one, stevie? Last chance. VERY last chance." His scruff touched steve's left nipple. "YES SIR. YES SIR. I CHEATED. I'M SORRY. I LIED TO YOU I LIED. I FUCKED TWO CHICKS. JEFF TALKED ME INTO IT." "Oh. Your Master `Jeff,' the man who defeated you twice? Or the man who sold you out to your DOM. Which one?" Teeth closed around steve's left nipple. "NO, SIR. I DISOBEYED. I NEED PUNISHMENT. I DO. I'M SORRY." Miller stood up and began working on the sides of steve's nipples. "I think I'll just keep doing this until I hear you yell "FUCK ME SIR. FUCK YOUR SUB BITCH." "Oh, that's not gonna happen," steve thought, and then the nerve endings started firing. He had cum in his pants, but he was getting hard again, thinking about Miller's dick. He couldn't get out of reach of Miller's fingers. And he felt somehow that he shouldn't. "FUCK ME, SIR. PLEASE. FUCK YOUR WORTHLESS BITCH. FUCK ME HARD." Miller smiled. He pulled down steve's pants, and he laughed. Steve was wearing a thong. He knew where they'd wind up. Miller ran his finger around steve's hole, stimulating him even more. Good Lord, stevie, you're gonna cum twice in half an hour. IF I let you." He dropped his own pants and soon, he was pounding steve's ass harder than he had in a long time. He continued to work steve's nipples and ordered him "KEEP YOUR HANDS AWAY FROM YOUR COCK." The moans coming out of steve's mouth were more pleasure than pain, and Miller was relishing re-establishing control over this man. He finished with one, huge thrust ending in an explosion of three days' worth of jizz. For the first time since Miller had taken him, steve smiled after the fucking. "Thank you, Sir," he whispered. "I won't cheat on you again. Ever."