Steve slept fitfully. He did get some sleep in, but the
ropes around his wrists and the bond on his ankle made things
difficult.
How did this happen? Less than 12 hours ago, he was getting ready for his first vacation in a long while. Now, he had been kidnapped, apparently by a man obsessed with him, who wanted to turn him into a sex slave.
Steve tried to analyze all of this alongside other data that he couldn't ignore. The orgasm he had had from the guy playing with him, had probably been the biggest orgasm he had ever had in his life. The play on his nips had been, well, unexpected and hot. VERY hot. And in the bed, pressed up against this guy's hard on, was having its impact on his own cock. Given his situation, the guy could have flipped him over and fucked him already, and more than once. But he said he was waiting for Steve to want it. He DIDN'T want it, but again, being brutally honest, his not wanting it, was much less than it had been.
"Morning handsome. Didn't sleep well did you?" He heard the voice in his ear. "NO, I didn't. I don't want to be here, and I want to go home. LET ME GO!" Zweistadt stroked Steve's nipple a little. That calmed him down, because he felt blood rushing to his cock again. "Oh, you're just playing hard to get, and you're probably cranky because it's not easy to sleep when you're tied up. I wouldn't need to do that if... but there's time. " He kissed Steve on his ear, and Steve unintentionally moaned, just a little. "Oh, you like that, huh? Maybe you'll be up for a little more serious kissing this morning."
"I DOUBT IT FAGGOT. YOU'RE NOT GETTING YOUR TONGUE IN MY MOUTH."
Zweistadt laughed. "Well, we'll see about that, but for now, I'm going to get my tongue someplace else. Roll on your back. "FUCK YOU." His captor laughed just a minute, and began running his fingers down Steve's side. "If you're ticklish, you're in deep shit, handsome." Steve WAS ticklish, and he couldn't fight it. "STOP STOP. Ok, I'll roll over." Zweistadt laughed "you gave up too easily, Steve. But that's ok. I know you're tired." He took Steve's bound wrists, and attached them to the top frame of the bed. Steve pulled, but there was no give. "Now, a big, strong straight guy like you probably never lets ANYONE near his ass. 'DAMN RIGHT FUCKER" Steve grunted out. "Well, that's just too bad. I'm sure you've had a date or two who asked you to eat her pussy. Whether you did or not isn't my concern, but I wonder if you ever thought about why they asked. "THERE ARE A LOT OF NERVE ENDINGS DOWN THERE. ANATOMY 101" Steve had a feeling he knew what was going to happen.
"Yes , Anatomy 101. For women AND men He went down and tried to pull Steve's big legs in the air. Steve resisted, and Zweistadt gloated "Steve, now, why are you doing that? I have SUCH a broad canvas here to make life miserable for you. By, oh, I don't know, squeezing these?" as he grabbed Steve's balls. Or, oh, I don't know, just a simple tickle of these..." and he ran his finger across Steve's left foot. "or, doing something like..." he picked up a flat object and began aiming it at Steve's foot. "OK, OK. You win. " Zweistadt laughed "I always do, Steve. I always do. " He pulled Steve's legs up, and his head disappeared. Steve heard the sounds that he heard when an animal patient was drinking water, and he felt - what seemed to be electrical discharges - running up his body from his anus. He tried to hold back the moans, but the sensation was too intense. "OH GOD. OH FUCK YES. DO MORE OF THAT. PLEASE DO MORE. .' Zweistadt looked up triumphantly, and continued for another five minutes or so. Steve writhed, he moaned, and he got hard. Again.
"Looks like you need relief. You want me to bring you off again, Steve?" "Yes, Please. Please don't leave me hard like this." Zweigstadt smiled. "Well, there's gonna have to be payback, Steve. Now, I'm gonna leave you here while I take a shower, and brush my teeth." He winked at Steve "But when I come out, all fresh and clean and with a pure mouth, I wanna kiss you. You're gonna take my tongue. Or you're gonna stay hard. Deal?" Steve knew that his captor could go right back to that anus anytime he wanted to. Indeed, right now, his thumb was pressing against it just so gently. .
"FUCK. It's a deal. I'll kiss you. I promise." "I told you. I always win." Zweistadt gloated, as he went off to the shower. "Oh, one thing. I forgot. I always forget. Caleb told me there are other guests in the Inn, so..." He grabbed one of Steve's grubby socks from yesterday, and shoved it in his mouth. "See? I don't mind kissing a dirty mouth."
While Zweistadt was cleaning up, Steve fought the ropes, and made no progress. He was truly a prisoner. His mind turned to what had just happened. Another hard on, again from what a man was doing to him. He wasn't gay, but this guy sure knew what he was doing. When he came out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel, Steve saw the musculature in his torso. Zweistadt was built: he probably COULD take Steve in a fair fight. And given the situation... And why was he staring so hard at Zweistadt's chest?"
"You know, I love kissing naked. Hope you do Steve." He pulled the gag out of Steve's mouth. "Could I have some water first? Please. My mouth is dry. "Oh yes, of course. I should have thought of that.. Zweistadt brought over a glass of cold water and held up Steve's head as he drank his full. 'You good now, Steve?" "Yes, thank you." "Now you're gonna keep your promise, aren't you?" "I dont want to, but I will. Zweistadt bent down and pressed his lips to Steve's. The kiss felt extremely good to Steve - the man knew what he was doing , and he was clearly trying to get Steve's lips opened. He resisted, but a slight twist on his nip, and Steve's mouth opened like an oyster. Zweistadt's tongue was down his throat right away. "GOD. This man can kiss. I'm getting even harder..." Steve was enjoying the kiss so much that, when Zweistadt tried to pull out, Steve pursed his lips to hold it in. "Oh... you want more, Steve? " "Yes, please. It felt so good." Zweistadt returned, for another big, long French kiss. " Steve was panting at the end "So... shall we give you some relief before you shower? We have about another two hours to travel, and if you're the type who likes to feel the stickiness, we can put it off.
"No, no, please. I'm a very clean person. Let me jerk please, and then shower. " Zweistadt began stroking him. "I bet you'd enjoy it more with some kissing.." He bent down, and this time, Steve opened his mouth. His captor was right. The combination was one he had never experienced before, and he was ecstatic. "MMMMMMMMM" he screamed, as he began shooting all over himself. Another huge orgasm.
"LOOK AT THAT. I bet if you got a load like that from a bull, Steve, you'd have to charge extra." Steve blushed. "I was horny." "Yeah, I know you were. Now, go get cleaned up." He untied Steve and sent him off to the bathroom.
Zweistadt began to pull things together, for their leaving. He took a picture of the shirt Steve had been wearing the day before. Then he made a phone call. "Hey, Marcel? Tim here. Yeah, that Tim. Listen, I went hunting and .. well, I think I found my man wife. I'm bringing him to the village now, and we're gonna need..." Yes, that's right. A trousseau. So I'm sending a photo of what he was wearing. ..." You're right, it's not tight enough. So, we'll stop by the store, and we'll pick up what we need. Gimme two hours? Thanks Marcel, you're the best."
When Steve came out of the shower, Zweistadt smiled. "Just like a Greek god. " "Yeah, who you want to turn into a goddess." Zweistadt frowned. "I think we'll have to talk this out a bit on the rest of the trip. You don't quite understand what I mean by a man-wife, and that's ok. Now, before we ditched your car, I didn't go through your luggage, so you'll have to bear with me. Caleb anticipates my needs, and he left some clothes. Let's see if any of this fits you." "What am I gonna do for clothes after?" "We're stopping at my friend's shop on the way home, Steve. He'll take care of it." They found a pair of running pants, some clean socks, a t shirt that was just a bit too small, and a flannel shirt that Steve couldn't button, but he could wear as an overshirt.
"We COULD have breakfast here, but how about we just grab some coffee, and get better food on the road. You good with that Steve? "Whatever. I'm not a breakfast person. But caffeine. Yeah, I need some." They poured big take out containers from the urn at the front, as Zweistadt settled the bill. Steve was looking around, to see if MAYBE there was a way to escape. The only possibility was running out the front of the hotel, but he was sure that there was a valet on duty who would stop him (and he was right). "So, I hope I get invited to the ceremony if there is one." Zweistadt smiled. "I think there will be, and of course you're invited." Caleb turned to Steve. "You know, you may not think so, but you lucked out. This is one of the finest Masters around. He'll take good care of you. "I'll keep that in mind," Steve muttered. Zweistadt laughed. "It's ok, Caleb. He's coming around. Just slowly."
In the car, Zweistadt put his hand on Steve's thigh. "Now, it's a little cool, and I'm sorry I didn't think to get some of your clothes. If you want to cuddle up I'll keep you as warm as I can, or you can sit as you are. It's up to you. "I'm fine. I like it cold." Zweistadt paused. "you know Steve, I think I better say a few things up front. First, I was THERE when you had those two orgasms. They were big. And I was THERE when you pulled my tongue back into your mouth. So, don't tell me for a second that you're hating all of this. " Steve paused. "I wouldn't say that. You're right. Those orgasms were amazing. You did things to me no one has ever done before. I didn't know I had those spots. And you may very well be the best kisser I've ever had. BUT I'M NOT GOING TO BE YOUR WIFE."
Zweistadt began to speak. "I think you don't quite understand what I mean by being my wife. You're not going to lose your balls, and you're not going to be in drag all day. Not at all. You're gonna be going to the gym, and if you want, and they have space, you can work a shift at the local vet clinic. "
"Then what AM I supposed to do as your 'wife' or 'man wife'?" Zweistadt smiled. "It's different things for different members of the community. I will confess, I'm very old fashioned. I expect my man wife to make himself look attractive for me when I come home, and to be eye candy when we go out. I expect him to be completely submissive in bed, and to treat me like the Lord and Manor of the house. That's for starters. You'll learn more as we go along. It's also important: you have to say 'I do' before it happens. Just like you have to say 'fuck me' before I take your ass"
"I'm never gonna do either, so forget it." Zweistadt smiled. "You also were never gonna let a man's tongue in your ass, and I bet you wish you had one there right now." Steve blushed. He was right. "And you were never gonna let a man French kiss you. But it was the best kiss you ever had." Again, Steve was silent. "Look, the fact is, Steve, you're not getting away, period. If things between us don't work out, there's a town brothel, and there's also an auction of extra slaves every month. For all I know, you may go to the Mideast, or Japan, or where ever." He squeezed Steve's thigh. "But I have a feeling you're gonna grow to like me, and one day, you're gonna wonder why you took so long to give in."
They rode in silence for a while. Steve WAS mulling these things over in his head. He was a virgin with men: no one had ever fucked him. But before today, all the things Zweistadt had done to him, he had never experienced. And he had never experienced pleasure with a woman the way he did with this guy. His gay friends either raved about getting fucked, or hated it. Should he try it?
"By the way, Steve, 'Zweistadt," which means two cities, is not my real name. I only use it for cover when I'm hunting.
"Hunting?" He smiled. "That will come clear after we get home. But my real last name is Miller. You may call me Mr. Miller, or Sir, or even, at least at the start, just Miller. Eventually, I hope we'll get to a place where you'll be calling me Master Tim, which is how they know me in the village we're going . We shall see."
Steve was silent. He was trying to take in all this information, as they pulled into a driveway to a small store. "Just ten minutes from home. But first, we have to pick up some clothes for you." He led Steve in "Marcel, this is Steve." Marcel held out a hand. "So nice to meet you, and welcome to our community. Master Tim has sent me photos of what you were wearing when he took you, so I have some idea of your size, and I know what Master Tim likes on his men. So... if you wouldn't mind...' He handed Steve a white buttondown shirt. "Could you just try this on for me?" It WAS a beautiful shirt. Far higher quality than Steve wore usually. He put it on. It felt, well, luxurious. "It's too tight" he said to Marcel, who smiled. "NO, it's perfect, was Miller's response. "the whole rainbow . Mostly pastels because he's so pale. But also, a banker's shirt too. " Marcel smiled. "Yes sir. Shall we try some pants?" They moved to another section, and again, Marcel handed Steve a pair of dark blue slacks to try on. Steve looked around for a dressing room. "I've seen what you have, " Master Miller said. "And you don't have anything Marcel hasn't seen before." Steve shrugged and tried on the pants. "YES. PERFECT," said Miller as Steve struggled to button them. You know the usual list. And let's not forget things like underwear, gym clothes, t shirts, etc. You know what I like Marcel. "Yes Sir. Absolutely. You probably need something for dinner tonight, so I put a few things aside already. I hope you find them suitable." He showed them a blue buttondown shirt, some chinos, a second shirt in pink, and dark gray pants, as well as underwear, sneakers, casual shoes, and other items. "GREAT Marcel. Let's pack them up." The clothes took up about six bags, and Marcel and Miller began to get them when Steve spoke up "I'd like to help if I could. Can I take two of the bags? Or more?" Miller looked at Steve, and suppressed a smile. It was working. Maybe not tonight, but definitely by tomorrow, he'd have his cock in this man's ass.