"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."