"Today is the day you learn, Steve, that I will NOT tolerate what you did today, and you're also going to learn the first fundamentals of submission." Miller stood in front of Steve. Steve's arms were chained to a bar over his head, and Miller had first kicked his ankles apart before he attached a shackle with a weight to each ankle. A single piece of duct tape sealed Steve's mouth shut. He was naked from the waist down, and his shirt hung open.
He was so hard that his cock was lifting the cage straight out in front of him. That's how sensitive his nipples were when Miller exploited "the spot" he had found. He wasn't playing with Steve's nipples now, though. Instead he was bringing more "toys" as he called them to the working table next to Steve. They weren't in the "playroom" Miller had used before. This room was a few levels below. It was darker, colder, and the devices on display looked much more painful than the ones in the other room.
Steve had tested the thick leather wrist restraints when Miller had gone back to the other room to get some of the objects he loved to use on Steve. "Now, we start your punishment and training, Steve," Miller spoke. "And I'm going to add something in honor of Cyrus. Your beef is with me, not with him."
Cyrus was the barber. All of this had started earlier in the day, after Miller and Steve had woken up. It had started the way all the days did, with Miller straddling Steve, and working his nipples until Steve began to moan. He had gloated "You HATE that I know about this spot, don't you, big steve?"
"You fucking know I do. That's why you do it," Steve got out in between moans.
"Oh, no, you're very wrong about that, handsome. I do it because it lets you know who's in charge and because..." he shoved his crotch in front of Steve's face. "It gets me so damned excited. Just like you." It was true: the combination of not getting to cum for a couple of days, and the nipple work, was making Steve horny as hell. He knew there weren't any women at the "manor," but one of those boys would do: just sucking him off, or..."
"It won't be too long before you have cock in your ass, steve. And your mouth. And you learn exactly what your duties are going to be. I can't wait to hear you calling me `Sir.'
"I'll NEVER call you SIR, BASTARD. You can shove whatever you want in me, but you're not my Master, and it's not happening." Miller chuckled. "You know, there's a betting line for how long you're gonna hold out. I don't think it's much longer because..." he went back to Steve's nipples. "This makes you SO FUCKING HORNY" if I do it long enough, you'll beg me to do anything to stop it."
Miller wasn't wrong. Steve knew it. But he also knew that Miller liked playing different games with him, and he just hoped nothing impacted him the way the tit play did.
"So, I've been thinking, stud. As things stand, you're a very, VERY hot guy, and the thought of you being a sub gets just about everyone hot and bothered. I was wondering if it were possible for you to look hotter. I think there may be. We're visiting the barber today: what's hotter than a tall, buff man who's also got a shaved head, on his knees, sucking cock?" Miller grinned as Steve began to struggle. "I have an answer to that. What's hotter than a tall, buff man with a shaved head sucking cock? The same guy getting fucked. OH YEAH."
"YOU'RE NOT SHAVING MY HEAD BASTARD. NO FUCKING WAY." Then, Miller pressed his knee into Steve's locked dick , and his protests stopped. "Let's get you ready for Cyrus. I made an appointment last night. He'll also measure that right nip: you're gonna get pierced, maybe tatted." Miller made a slurping noise. "THIS is so fucking hot. You're the sub I've been dreaming about."
"KEEP DREAMING FAGGOT," Steve yelled as Miller got out of the bed. He looked at Steve. "I think you're a closet pain pig, stevie. You KNOW you're gonna pay for that." A half hour later, Miller had his hand firmly on Steve's bicep as he led him to the barber's office. Steve had started to pull away but stopped. "You're learning, stud. Good. Next step: when you walk with me, you keep your hands behind your back as if you're tied up."
"Why the hell don't you just tie me up?" Miller laughed. "OOOOH, he's asking for it. I like that in a sub. I don't tie you up because you have to show your submission, and that's one way you do."
"Good to know," Steve snorted as they got to the barber. He smiled. He looked at Steve. "Three more days. That's my bet."
"FUCK YOU TOO" is how Steve answered. "Now, now, stevie. I want to finish your torment by the early evening and if you keep on giving me reasons to add to it, we'll never get done." He turned to Cyrus. "Full off. Every bit of it. Cue ball sharp." Cyrus smiled. "Just like Samson. Think it'll make him less resistant?" Miller chuckled. "Oh, I hope not. Showing this stud how helpless he really is is a great deal of fun.
"Let's start with the pecs. Shall I open his shirt?"
"No, I think I'll do that. I enjoy hearing this sub to be grunt." Miller popped two buttons on steve's shirt, and Cyrus brought over an apparatus that looked like an old mathematical protractor. "The old stuff still gives the best results." Steve winced as the device closed on his nipple, and he tried to suppress a moan of pleasure as Cyrus moved one leg of the device around the penumbra of his tit.
"Surprisingly small for such a big guy, Miller."
"Yeah, I'm not sure if I'm eventually gonna wanna do something to make those tits bigger, but we shall see. " He signaled to a chair. "Sit. I'll be back very soon. Just got to run an errand. Start without my Cyrus. It's fine."
"Very well, Sir. " As Miller left the room, Cyrus spoke to Steve. "There are looped restraints on the chair arms. If you'd feel better using them, be my guest. You need to stay absolutely still while I'm working so you're not injured."
"I'M NOT STAYING STILL ANY MORE YOU FUCKING BUNCH OF PERVERTS!" Steve charged out of the chair, nearly knocking it over and shoving Cyrus back. He charged at the door and pulled it open. Miller was standing there. He had a big grin on his face.
"Care to repeat your capture, Steven?" Steve gulped. "No. I know better." Miller grinned. "Let me give you some education, Steven. Right now, I'm the only person here who knows your secret weak spot (Cyrus had left while Miller took command). I'm sure that, oh, if those two young men who helped me the other day knew, well, that information could be all over this place in less than an hour."
"They have to take me down, first. You're probably the only one who could." Steve grunted.
"Oh, you're right on that, I guarantee. Combat one on one? You'll win. But...gang banging is a very popular sport around here, and I wonder how you'd do against three of them? Four of them? And then when they have you pinned down and helpless, and each has a crack at your tits...And by the way, most of them won't care whether you've submitted or not." Steve's face looked like he had swallowed something bad. So, Steven, you'd best resign yourself to the fact that I have you under my control. You will NOT escape.
"I know that" Steve whispered. Miller answered jubilantly.
"You're going to know even better after today is over. Now take your seat. Let Cyrus do his work." Resignedly, Steve sat down and closed his eyes. He didn't want to watch Cyrus work, but he could hear the shears and then the scissors, and he could feel them. He was very proud of his hair, and it was... going, going, gone."
"A FINE JOB CYRUS. A beautiful job." Miller walked over and he stroked the top of Steve's head. "OH, it makes your ears look even more delectable, Steven. Let's go take a look. If you don't think `I'd fuck that,' you're not being honest." Miller walked Steve over to a full-length mirror. The tight-fitting button-down shirt, the tight jeans and... his bald head. Steve felt his cock bang against the cage. "He's right. I'm fucking hot," he thought. He saw Miller come into the frame of the mirror behind him and felt him drop his hand down to Steve's crotch. "Like an iron rod, steve. I knew it." Steve whimpered. He didn't want to admit that Miller was right. He felt Miller's hand move from his crotch and felt the hand pulling his arms behind him. He knew better than to resist, and he head the clink of handcuffs going around his wrists. "Now let's go, handsome. Today could be a VERY big day for you."
"MMMMMMMMMPH". Steve tried to protest as Miller slipped his pants off him and then immobilized his legs. He had already rearranged the handcuffs so that Steve was stretched out vertically. Miller was unbuttoning his shirt completely.
"You look scared, Steve. Are you frightened." Steve's expression changed from fear to anger. Another bit of rage escaped his lips, but then he quieted down, and nodded in assent.
"You should be. Rest assured; I will not do anything that will hurt you. Make you sore, definitely. Leave a mark? Well, your behavior toward Cyrus is what earned that. But now, let's start with one of my favorite things." He picked up two small vibrators that had Velcro strips attached to them.
"One for each pit, stevie. They each carry a charge for about an hour and leave my hands free to do...other things. Steve's arms were completely immobilized. He couldn't do anything to stop Miller from placing one vibrator under each pit. "Three. Two. One." Miller turned each one on, and Steve began to sweat. The tape kept him from laughing out loud, and the electrical action of the vibrators meant there was absolutely no relief from the tickling. He squirmed, tried to push them off, and nothing worked.
"Seeing you struggle is doing me SO much good, Steven. Now, the next step is going to be a bit of rehearsal for something you're going to be doing a lot in the future. Not with this one though." Miller brought over a collar. It had a long strap hanging from it, and a Velcro loop at the end. When Steve resisted as Miller was putting the collar on him, Miller advised him that the vibrators were on their lowest power, and they could easily be kicked up."
"YOU FUCK" yelled Steve, which came out as "MFMFF" and earning a laugh from Miller, as he attached the loop to the base of Steve's cock. The lead was too short for comfort, and it resulted in Steve's cock being lifted up, just about an inch.
"Just the amount of space we need for what's next. Part I of the Cyrus punishment." Miller picked up a very small device that was really only two strips of leather attached to an eye hook. "Perfect size for ball beating." He whacked the straps against the bottom of Steve's balls, and Steve nearly passed out. The intensity of the vibrators was hard enough to deal with, and now, the whipping his balls were getting. What stunned him was that a "current" was going directly to his cock, which was fighting desperately to break out of the cage.
"Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty." Heh heh. Got your mind off the underarms at least, didn't it?"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH." Miller was running his hands up and down Steve's ribs and it was driving him crazy. "Well, we're going to finish up the punishment for abusing Cyrus. See, Steve, I love nipple torture. Cyrus loves to spank his boys. This is for him." Miller picked up a larger leather strap and stepped behind Steve. The first strike his Steve's ass, and he yelped. He continued to yelp until Miller got to sixteen. Then he just went into a head space until Miller called "TWENTY-FIVE."
"So beautifully red, Steven. I need a picture. Just so I can share it with Cyrus. It'll make his day. The only thing he'd enjoy more is doing it himself. And I just might let him do it." Miller reached up and pulled the tape from Steve's mouth. "I'm sorry I caused so much trouble. Please let me down. Please."
"AH, I can't do that Steve. You're missing a little three letter word. Say it, and I might consider."
"NEVER" Steve shook his head. "Well, I think we'll move from tickling your pits, to something MUCH more interesting." Miller took the vibrators off from Steve's armpit area. "These can tickle you ANYWHERE, and I have some spots in mind, studmuffin. And you...ha ha, are going to be surprised each time." Miller picked up blindfolds. "I've used these myself. They will completely cut out your vision.
"NO, PLEASE. PLEASE DON'T DO THAT." Then he saw nothing. "Soon, we'll use the blindfolds AND a gag. It's very hot, Samson. Now..." Steve gave out a scream when Miller ran a vibrator along the interior edge of his ass. He also touched one to Steve's balls with his other hand. The vibrators moved all over Steve's body, including his pits again. Somehow, being in darkness made everything feel more pronounced, stronger.
"You like this, don't you Steve? Your cock is so hard, I bet you'd like to BEG to shoot." That was true. Steve DID want to cum, badly. That he would admit. He WOULD beg for it. But admitting he liked it? First, he had to admit it to himself and...
"PLEASE. Is there anything I can do to get you to let me cum?"
"AH. Still missing a magic word, steve. I'm afraid not. And I think that it's probably time for me to force the issue." He took the blindfolds off steve, but he left the collar and ball harness on him. "I want you to not only see what happens next. I want you to see the joy in my face as it happens." Miller took a position in front of Steve, and then he began working the edges of each of Steve's nipples with his fingers: the Achilles' heel for Steve. His moaning got louder and louder. He thought that his nerves would go dead after a while, but Miller took frequent, short breaks, and they were firing as hot after fifteen minutes as they were at the first minute. Steve could feel his face contorting, and he saw the evil look on Miller's face.
"Another fifteen minutes, steve, and you'll do anything I say, won't you?" Steve didn't answer but continued to try to squirm. Miller squeezed Steve's nips, hard.
"YOU'LL DO ANYTHING I SAY, WON'T YOU?" He yelled. Panting, Steve gasped out an answer. "Yeah. You're probably right."
"Well then I should keep doing this, shouldn't I?" He lowered his voice. "Because you enjoy it too." He pushed his knee against Steve's locked dick to prove that he knew how hard Steve was. "You like it, don't you?"
"Yes Sir, I do," formed in Steve's mind, but he didn't say it. "You can TELL I fucking like it. When you play with my tits it puts my whole body on fire."
"Well, how about we extinguish those flames for a bit, steve? I'm going to take you down from the restraints, and then you're going to do exactly what I say. And I'm NOT fucking you in any way. Not here anyway."
"IF I REFUSE?"
"Then I'll just repeat the entire sequence I've just used, only this time...the vibrators go up two degrees in intensity. And don't forget young man, I haven't even BEGUN to work on your feet." He huffed and groaned and moaned and then Steve said. "Yeah, ok. You win. I'll do it."
Miller moved very methodically as he released the lead line and cuff from Steve's balls and took the weights off his ankles. Then he uncuffed Steve.
"Get your pants back up, steven. This will look better that way."
"WHAT will look better?" Steve was becoming arrogant again.
"One of the fundamental positions for subs, is on their knees, hands behind their backs. Chests pushed out. DO IT." Steve blinked and he saw himself in that position. He felt a drop of pre-cum drip out of his cage. He didn't want to, but... he dropped to his knees. He put his hands behind his back and pushed out his chest. And in his head, he spoke the words "Yes, Sir."
"LOOK UP AT ME STEVE. You'll see the man who's going to be your Dom spouse, and your Master. Understand that." Miller had his hands on his hips, and he stood so close to Steve that Steve could smell his cologne and his sweat. Then he stepped behind Steve. He covered Steve's hand with his mouth. "MMMMMMMMMMMPH" Steve answered reflexively. "SUCK MY THUMB, STEVEN. SUCK THE THUMB OF YOUR DOM." Timidly, Steve stuck out his tongue. He began to lick at Miller's finger. He didn't resist when Miller put two, then three fingers in his mouth. His other hand reached around and played with a nipple. He whispered: "I'm gonna FUCK you tonight, Steve, aren't I?" Steve gulped. He felt like he was jumping into a dark space as he answered:
"Yes, Sir." Miller continued.
"And why is that?" Again, Steve hesitated for a minute. "Because I submit, Sir. I submit to you." Through clenched teeth Miller spoke: "the man who would never call me Sir, who would never submit... HAS JUST BECOME MY BITCH, HASN'T HE?" Steve had no idea what had come over him, but it seemed that he had been waiting all his life for the chance to answer that question as "Yes, Sir."
They went back to Miller's bedroom. Steve had never been as scared in his life as he was when Miller said "every stitch of clothes, off you. Then on the bed. On your back." Steve complied. He knew Miller had toys in the room and he'd use them. "Please, Sir, I'm not ready to get fucked."
"Yes, you are," Miller answered. "Because, sub, a sub is ALWAYS ready to get fucked if his DOM is ready to fuck him. And I am ready to fuck you." When Miller dropped his clothes, Steve saw that indeed, he was. He was dripping, and hard, and... He pushed Steve's legs apart. He spat in his hand and rubbed his cock.
"OH, I have waited for this. It's going to be so good." He began sliding in. Steve winced. In a few minutes, he wouldn't be a gay virgin anymore. Miller took him the way Steve thought he would: he took charge, and it was thorough. Every time Steve began to moan in pain, Miller grabbed his nipples and slid in even further. "So much happens now, steven. The piercing, the tatting, and our honeymoon. After the ceremony. OH MY. You were ready." Miller's endowment was substantial, and it was completely in Steve. It felt like he could take more.
"Ceremony, Sir?"
"Oh, of course. We now have to let everyone here know, you're off limits. Taken. Owned. You'll get one last chance to sow your wild oats, and then... my sub spouse." Miller pushed, and Steve felt an explosion almost rip him apart. He saw the look on Miller's face. "Tomorrow, steve, you go from being my sub, to my sub spouse. And the day after, we leave for warmer parts. And when we come back, it's a new life for you." Steve's response to this made Miller laugh. "Sir, can I shoot my load now?"