As he took the elevator up to Miller's apartment, steve got himself ready. He opened a third button on his shirt in case Miller wanted to fondle his nipples directly, rather than through the shirt. He tried to adjust his dick to be less uncomfortable: they were at the stage where Miller allowed steve's dick freedom every third day, and this was only the second day. When he walked into the apartment, and stood in the middle of the living room, hands behind his back, he realized he had forgotten to tuck his shirt back in. "SHIT!" he thought. "That means extra punishment." Miller thought steve looked sexier when he was dressed less casually, but the shirt was so tight that as soon as he got to the vet clinic steve had untucked it. He had been doing so for a while but hadn't forgotten to fix it until tonight.
He couldn't lie to himself: the thought of punishment was making him even harder than he was. Miller's torments were always rather creative: he never left a mark, but steve always knew he had been worked over. Now, he heard Miller's confident step coming into the room, and he took a deep breath and pushed out his chest. Ten minutes of nipple torture when he came home, every day. If he thought he'd get used to it, he was wrong.
"There he is! My personal Paul Bunyan" Miller walked over, rubbing his thumbs and index fingers together. He was clearly still very taken with the fact that his sub was so big and so tall: steve might have gone down to 245 pounds because of the workouts Miller enforced, but he was still 6'6". He felt Miller's fingers tracing a vertical path on the edge of each of his nipples. He exhaled and moaned.
"Glad you picked tit play instead of cock beating, stevie?" Steve closed his eyes because Miller had just closed his fingers on the ends of his nips. It was driving him crazy. If he had any fight in him, it disappeared.
"Yes, Sir. OWWWWWWWWW" Miller squeezed steve's nips just hard enough to hurt and the sound slipped out of steve's mouth. Miller began to toy with the bar through steve's right nip -- part of the punishment he received for his second, failed, escape attempt.
"What's with your shirt, steve?" He saw Miller smile.
"Sorry, Sir. It's so tight. It's uncomfortable to wear when I'm examining ... patients. OOOOOOOH" Miller had moved his fingers from the outside to the inside of each nipple.
"You don't seem to understand, stevie. The comfort of a sub is completely irrelevant."
"I know, Sir. I'm sorry. I just forgot."
"I LIKE you looking, as you once called it, `like a sausage stuffed into a casing'". He laughed. "And speaking of sausages stuffed into casings, you may just earn an extra day in the cage for this." Steve was moaning quite loudly now.
"Please, Sir, not an extra day. I'll be more compliant. I promise." Steve breathed as Miller stopped the nipple torture for a minute, but there wasn't much relief for steve. He felt a restraint going around his wrists as Miller stepped behind him.
"I might be more lenient if this were the first time, but tell me the truth: it's not, is it.?" Steve hesitated for a minute, and he felt Miller's finger moving inside the shirt to his navel. He didn't think he could handle being tickled without dripping excessively. He sighed.
"No, Sir, it's not."
"You do it most days, don't you?" Steve gulped, and he couldn't help stepping back when Miller's nail found its way inside his navel.
"YES SIR. YES, I DO. PLEASE, PLEASE SIR. IF YOU TICKLE ME, I THINK I'LL CUM."
"Well, that would be a very bad thing for you, wouldn't it, stevie? I mean, you don't have permission to, do you?"
"No, Sir," steve whispered in a voice that showed his complete defeat. It happened every time: if he showed any defiance, Miller responded and put steve back in his place. This big, handsome, "take charge" guy was putty. Every time he felt defeated, he thought back to those two escape attempts.
He tried to escape the first time during the first week Miller had taken him to his apartment. Miller had developed a routine of different torments he had for steve: he had assumed, correctly, that even though steve had surrendered, he wasn't completely broken. The routine, which he still had, but had developed as Miller succeeded in knocking down each wall or resistance, was new to steve at that time. When it began, it included edging, which steve thought he hated as much as, or more than, being tickled. Miller had come back from an errand. He had padlocked a chain around steve's ankle and chained him to a heavy piece of furniture. Now, he said "Ok, stevie, edge time. Get into the bedroom, on the bed." When Miller unlocked the chain, steve made his attempt. He growled, shoved Miller aside, and made a dash to the door.
"FUCK! It's locked!" he screamed, as he struggled with the door handle. Miller had recovered, and he was directly behind steve. "Knock it off, handsome. You think I'd be dumb enough to give you an opportunity like that?"
"LET ME GO. THIS IS CRAZY!" Steve continued to struggle with the door, even as he felt Miller's arm go around his middle.
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO. HELP. HELP!!!! MMMMMPH" Miller covered steve's mouth with his free hand and moved his head right next to steve's ear.
"Calm down, steve. Calm down." Steve continued to try to scream as Miller began rubbing his chin over his ear. Steve's ears were ALMOST as sensitive as his nipples, and he hadn't protected them when he tried to get out. Now, Miller's chin kept steve from blocking access. When steve stopped screaming, Miller took his hand away.
"Just relax, stevie, just relax. This is no way to behave and..." He pushed against steve. "See what you did? I was planning to just do our usual but now, you've got me excited. You know what that means." A low moan came out of steve's mouth. He stopped pulling at the door and, with his strength gone, Miller had no problem pinning the giant's arms behind him.
"Oh, we're gonna change the routine today and trust me. You are gonna never want me to do what I'm about to do to you again. But first, after a good solid fucking. I won't ask you, stevie, but you know, your life is now centered around me taking your ass. Get used to it."
Miller didn't fuck gently: in bed, he took charge and made it clear that it was about HIS pleasure. Steve was accustomed to this by now, even if he wasn't used to it and didn't accept it. He put his wrists up where the ropes and cuffs were, but Miller didn't reach for them. Instead, he just began a very thorough working over of steve's nipples. He reminded steve that if he let other guys know about how helpless he became when these were stimulated "you'll be the town slut in less than a week." When Miller finished playing, and he had steve moaning helplessly, he took him and he took him hard, and brutally. Steve was always sore after a night when Miller took his ass, and he was glad he didn't have to sit all that much at work. That night, however, steve learned that the sense that he had defeated steve pushed Miller to even harder fucking. "You're gonna be my spouse, but as of now, you're my BITCH, stevie. Big stevie BITCH. Right?" When steve didn't answer fast enough, Miller pulled back and then pushed hard and fast.
"ANSWER ME, MAN-CUNT. TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE."
"I'm your BITCH, SIR. Your MAN BITCH" steve was close to sobbing when he said it.
"Damn right you are. And don't let me ever catch you trying to run away again." He pushed hard and shot a load into steve. Sweat was falling from his face and hitting steve's lips. Unthinking, steve ran his tongue and tasted the sweat: salty, almost metallic.
"Open your mouth, bitch," Miller commanded. Steve feared that Miller was going to do something he had seen at the chateau: a DOM had spat a wad of saliva down a sub's throat, and the sub just swallowed it. He prepared for it and felt Miller's tongue in his mouth.
If there was something about serving as Miller's bottom and sub gave steve pleasure, it was kissing. Miller knew what he was doing, and steve didn't want to let his tongue go. Miller smiled.
"You like that, huh bitch?"
"OH GOD, YES SIR."
"Ha, ha. You're learning you can't lie to me. Good boy. " He got up. "I took my pleasure, now you take your punishment." Now he restrained steve's wrists, then steve saw Miller bring over what looked like a huge fishing hook.
"Anal hook, stud. Don't worry. It's not sharp." Miller ran a cord through an eyelet at the top, and then he attached the other end of the cord to a leather collar.
"Let's find my sub's prostate. " He put the contraption on steve and then steve's ass, already pummeled by Miller's cock, was violated again, as Miller slowly pushed the end of the hook into steve. It wasn't sharp. If anything, it was very smooth. Steve didn't understand what was going on until the round ball at the edge hit his prostate. He couldn't hide that Miller had found it. Miller chuckled.
"GOOD. Now we can start the hour." He adjusted the strap and the ball rested against steve's prostate. Miller pulled steve's ankles and tied them to the bed as well. "Now, the way I've got you set up, stevie, you won't feel anything. Unless of course, your body shifts and your prostate rubs up against the probe. Then, well... I can't predict what'll happen. Steve could: he felt the movement, and he got more erect. "Let's see how much jizz we can get out of you in two hours. " He paused. "Now, think of how `interesting' this could get if I played with your tits right now. " The thought made steve squirm and "BOOM" he had his first orgasm. Miller howled.
Steve had four that night. And the next day, at work, he stayed in the examining room as much as he could, didn't bend if he didn't have to, and tried not to use the men's room. He succeeded in most of it. He didn't think about escaping again after that.
Until the day the friend who had gotten him into this situation, walked into the clinic.
"STEVE! OH MY GOD. I ...what the..." Jeff saw the chain collar around steve's neck.
"What do you care?" steve asked. "Know what? I belong to that guy now. He made me his sex slave. Calls me his spouse but...I sure don't feel like I'm married." Jeff's mouth dropped.
"Steve, GEEZ, I mean, I SWEAR. When he told me he wanted you, I thought, well, maybe one night of sex or something like that." Steve was looking down. "You were wrong. " He told Jeff all about the time with the other DOMS and subs, what he had gone through, and how he had to call Miller "SIR".
"SHIT, you can't be happy with that, Steve?" Steve shrugged his shoulders. "What am I supposed to do? He controls my bank accounts, locked up my car keys somewhere, moved me in with him. He's right. I'm his property now." He looked up at Jeff. "You ever have your dick locked up so you can't jerk, can't do anything but piss? That's my life now."
"Steve, we gotta get you out of here. You don't want this." Steve laughed. "Yeah, I already tried. I won't go into what he did when he caught me."
"You tried to do it without help, Steve. Listen, I got you into this, let me get you out." Steve thought about it. He knew he shouldn't trust Jeff -- even if he meant well, he was way overmatched when it came to Miller. Still, he didn't seem to have any options.
"Alright. What did you have in mind?" What Jeff had in mind was picking up Steve at the end of the day at the clinic, and then driving him off to an "acquaintance" who could keep Steve in hiding until Jeff had managed to create all kinds of forged identification, and then get Steve out of state.
"You'll never have to feel his cock inside you again." Steve felt a shudder when Jeff said that. He wasn't sure if it was one of relief or regret. "6 pm" was what he said. And at 6pm, Jeff was there. Steve stepped into the car, and away they went.
It took Miller three days to figure out where they had gone. Jeff was not the most careful "fugitive," and Miller knew a lot of people: the network of DOMS was everywhere. He put out the word that his "sub-fiancé' " had escaped, and a day and a half later, he got a call from "Wolf," someone who came to the estate with his sub louis.
"I think I saw your boy. He was driving with this weaselly looking guy. He was sort of curled up in the backseat. He saw me looking at him and he got white as a sheet." Miller laughed.
"Weaselly, huh? That's Jeff. Yeah, now I know what happened. Thanks Wolf. I owe you." Now, he knew enough to put out the information about steve AND Jeff. He began to develop a plan for getting steve back, thinking all the while: was there anyone who would accept Jeff as a sub? "Probably not," he thought. "But he'd be scared to death at the thought of being turned into one." A little more digging and he knew exactly where they were. He made his move after trailing Jeff to a grocery store. Jeff felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Where's my bitch, asshole?" Miller whispered very coldly. Jeff was frozen, but he reacted by saying "I don't know. I'm just here for the weekend. Visiting a cousin." Jeff felt Miller's fingers dig into his shoulder. "You bring me to him, or else, I'm taking YOU back with me. And when I'M done with you, I'll turn you over to each and every one of my friends. You'll have a different man inside you every night for about a month." Jeff gulped. He believed Miller.
"I'll take you, Sir. Just, please, don't hurt me." Miller laughed. "I'll think about it. Maybe I'll let steve get out some aggression by kicking the shit out of you. Or maybe we'll just... put on a show. He knows how to use his dick and maybe, just maybe..." He laughed. They were silent on the drive to the house, and Jeff was scared to death.
Steve heard the door of the house open. Then he heard Miller's voice: "Get your stuff, stevie. I'm here for you. We're going home."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Steve screamed and began looking around. How could he get out? Miller was standing between him and the front door, and there was no back door. He heard a yelp of pain. Miller was squeezing Jeff's cock and balls. "I'll let them go if you come out, steve. If I have to come and get you, believe me, it'll hurt way more than this." He heard another one of Jeff's screams. He knew he was in trouble. He recalled Jeff's words "He'll never have his cock in you again," and lingered over "his cock in you again." His own cock stiffened just a little bit. He heard Miller's steps coming toward the room where he was.
"Please, Sir. Don't hurt him. I'm coming out of the room."
"Better have your hands behind you, bitch. And you better apologize to me."
"Yes, Sir," steve's mouth went dry as he did what Miller said. He saw Jeff on the floor, crying.
"You complain about how I dress you, but look at you, stud." Steve was wearing Jeff's cousins clothes. The cousin favored Western wear: snaps, denim, the whole nine yards, and he was two sizes smaller than steve, who was bursting out of the denim shirt.
"We're taking that with us," Miller pointed to the shirt before he stepped behind steve to cuff him. "When did you get the glasses?" He asked. Steve was wearing a pair of them. He had never seen them before, and he thought his sub was even hotter with them.
"They're not real, Sir. We thought if my description didn't include glasses, we might have had an easier time." Miller laughed. "Amateur spies. Amateur undercover. You should be doing what you're good at: BOTTOMING."
"Yes, Sir," steve answered. He prepped himself for nipple torture, but it didn't come. Later, in Miller's car, Miller told him "For now, NO ONE finds out about those tits but me. Next escape attempt, well, you'll see what I have in mind." He made a low growl. "Hunting always makes me horny. I think I'm taking both of your holes when we get back."
He did. When they got back to the apartment, he pushed steve on his knees. He joked "You're so fucking tall I almost have to stand on a stool to get a blow job. GET TO WORK." Steve tried to develop some saliva in his dry mouth. He took Miller's cock and began to suck it. Miller had his hair in his hand and pushed his head forward, almost choking him. When he pulled out of steve's mouth, he was rock hard.
"Now I want you on your belly. Your favorite position," Miller laughed because he knew that steve hated taking his cock "doggy style." He wasn't gentle. During the drilling he gave steve, he pinned his wrists behind him and talked about all the things he could do to steve, including one that he planned for the next day. The plan didn't surprise steve: he expected that he was going to get pierced sooner or later. He held his breath as Miller climaxed, filling his ass for the first time in three days and, try as he might, steve couldn't help the charge of excitement that went through his balls. When Miller rolled him over, he laughed.
"Well, I guess we're not finished, huh big guy? I think we need to have a little play with this great big sausage." He pinned steve down with his body and took a free hand to his penis. He began a very slow stroking, stopping every now and then to rim steve's cock head with his finger, or to run a different finger along the back of steve's dick. From time to time, he rolled steve's balls in his hand. He kept it up until steve was bucking and squirming. His moans pleased Miller who then got up and said, simply "You keep your hands off it, sub boy. When it goes down, it gets locked up."
It was still locked up the next day as they visited the piercer: Cyrus from the estate. He had his own practice in the city, and he smiled when he saw them come in. "Took you longer than I thought it would, Miller, but I guess it's time."
"Yeah, we had a few bumps along the way. More defiance than I really like, but" He turned to steve "Get your shirt off." Steve gulped, answered "Yes Sir," and then took his place in Cyrus' work chair. Cyrus strapped down his arms, and while he was getting his instruments ready, Miller ran his finger over steve's lips: another turn-on for the big man. Miller pushed his thumb into steve's mouth which kept steve's mind off the actual piercing: he heard it, but he didn't feel it. He looked down and thought "Now I'm just like the slaves that weekend." They had all been pierced. Some had more than one, but they all had been pierced in their right nipple.
"No more shirts when you take your runs, stevie. EVERYONE needs to know your place with the tough looking guy you live with." Steve turned red. He knew that he had gotten cruised, by men and women when he worked out, or had a run, or anything like that. The tighter clothing Miller required him to wear had increased the attention he received. What was the piercing going to do?
It got him more attention. Not just when he was out running. The outline showed through the shirts he wore to work. He tried to cover it with a lab coat: after all, he WAS a veterinarian, but wearing one wasn't always appropriate, and he couldn't wear one when he was out with Miller. One day at the clinic, he didn't put it on, and a big, bear of a man who had come in with his Pomeranian leaned over and whispered "You bottom. I'm available. I'm Chuck." Steve's face formed a slight grin. "Thank you, but...I'm kind of spoken for." Chuck shook his head. "Day late and a dollar short. Story of my life. If you guys invite people in, let me know." He put his name on a card and gave it to steve, who absent mindedly put it in his pocket. Miller found it as he was working on steve's tits.
"What do we have here? Hmmm." He looked at the card. How about you tell me about this gent?"
"There wasn't anything, Sir. He came on to me, and I told him I was spoken for." Miller thought for a minute. "That usually doesn't stop guys like this. Let's look him up." He made steve sit in a chair that he used for bondage. After he tied steve up, including spreading his ankles, he googled the guy.
"Classic bear. Probably even hairier than you. Might be fun to see how another guy deals with a man as tall as you: how he fucks. Whether he figures out what any of your weaknesses are. Have to think about that. It'll be after we take a little trip. It's beginning to get cold. We need a bit of warm weather. Some place where I can put you in nothing but a speedo and a cage and make everyone jealous.
Steve didn't know where they were going, but a few weeks later, they were sitting on a beach where clothing was optional, and where the population was almost completely men.
"Ever hear of the drink, `sex on the beach,' stevie?" Miller asked.
"Yes Sir. I've never had one though." He saw the smile on Miller's face.
"You're gonna have the real thing. Not a cocktail, but actual sex on the beach. Get on the blanked. On your back."
How Miller wasn't embarrassed, steve didn't know. He was mortified as Miller climbed on top of him, and began kissing, licking, and scruffing his body. "Please, Sir, not here," steve whispered and was answered with "shut up bitch," followed by feeling his speedo pulled off. A crowd had gathered and got bigger and bigger as Miller plunged in and steve moaned. There was a round of applause when Miller climaxed, pulled out of steve, and shot all over the sand.
Party invitations came in in droves after that, and if people saw steve, they called him a new nickname someone had used: "sub bottom daddy."