Madness in Massachusetts

Madness in Massachusetts (IV)

Always Something New

It was football Saturday and both Mike and Collin were fans of NCAA football, they were both hardcore about it. They kept up with the statistics, the players and they were very much outside their domains here in Massachusetts as they were both Georgia Bulldog fans. Though as in all things, which Mike had just grown accustomed to, and Collin had even come to love himself, usually when they did something at home alone, it could get odd. Currently Mike was seated in a nice recliner and was lounged back with his big, hard dick hanging out. Seated next to him and facing him was Collin, who was completely strapped down to his, Mike called it, his “Francis Dolarhyde Wheelchair.” He was completely immobilized but his right leg was free. He had lifted his foot up and had it sitting over and was massaging Mike’s hard dick with it. He was told not to get him off just to make it feel good and keep it moving, no idle time.

Mike had on one of those stupid red fireman type hats on with the UGA logo on it and it held two, foster’s beers on the side of it that were piped via gravity to a straw easily in reach of his mouth. Collin had on the exact same kind of hat, but instead of two cans of Foster’s like Mike had, his had been replaced by his master with the appropriately sized cups that Mike had filled by pissing in them. There were straws running from them into his slave’s mouth and it was all taped closed. Collin had been told to drink it, so he was dutifully sucking on the straws from time to time and swallowing down the mouthful of Mike’s piss it rewarded him. Drinking beer, it was easy for Mike to stand up and give him a refill from time to time.

The little sadist oriental looked at his slave for a moment and watched his throat work as he was swallowing Mike's piss, all tied up, having to stare at an uncomfortable angle to see the tv. That was the kind of stuff he liked to see and would never get tired of. Probably concentrating more on making my dick feel as good as he currently is with his foot than the game anyway. This was hardly their first time doing this, so this was yet another thing that you could add to Collin’s skill set. He was carefully picking the front of his toes up and setting them back down just firmly enough to feel perfect. He would rub it up and down but would not do it for long, he did not want to accidentally disobey his master. Mike was into feet, and he made Collin work on his daily, suck his balls so long they had a whole routine he followed. Collin had big sized 12 feet and sometimes Mike would tie him in a stress position while sitting but leave his legs free. Then he would sit down opposite him and take his feet and wrap them around his 8-inch cock, add some lube and he would work those legs and feet all night. Well, he did till it always culminated with the Mike shooting a huge load all over the place.

This just made sense to Mike, his slave’s job was to see to his pleasure and sexual satisfaction, so he could use any part of his slave he liked if it made him feel good. Collin Smith had gotten very good at massaging your dick with his feet till it made you cum. Then he would swing around and lick up all the cum for you, because he was hot like that, and Mike had trained this one well. Mike laid there and watched UGA score three more touchdowns, this was a blowout, and his slave was making his cock feel good. With every time he moved that big foot of his and made it feel even better it was making two things become almost inevitable. 1) Mike was once again going to take him to the edge of some boundary and he already knew just the one he had in mind, and 2) Either during or after that process he was going to fuck his slave, because he was about ready.

Mike looked at Collin and said, “Yeah, you have gotten good with that foot, and you are doing a good job keeping your sippy cups drained down as I have filled them. I am going to wheel you down the hall in just a minute, gather some stuff up and we are going to play.  Just so you know that play session ends with me fucking you hard up the ass, that sound good?”

His slave said, “Uhm-Hm.”

He said, “Are you paying attention to me or is that like an automatic response by this time. I need to know you are not only willing to let me do this stuff to you, but you enjoy the fact that I enjoy doing it. So, if you want me to do some different sort of stuff to you and fuck you up the ass and shoot me cum deep up inside you. Say, “Uhm-Hm, three times.”

Collin locked eyes with him and said, “Uhm-Hm, Uhm-Hm, Uhm-Hm.”

His master looked thoughtful as he continued to let the slave work, “That is a hard bargain, but since you do, I will be a good guy about it. I am going to roll you down the hall and gather some stuff up. Then I will play with you for a while and then I am going to fuck you worse than this football team is beating the other one.”

He got up and walked in behind Collin’s chair and started rolling him down the hall. He stopped a second to lean over and spit liberally into the cups on the side of his slave’s head that were draining into his mouth. When Mike had first started doing this, he had thought about using several things to put into his slave’s cups for his refreshment. He had considered used toilet water, but there were disease issues with that. The bad part of his mind had next said, dirty mop water, would be perfect, it could even be sweetened with sugar. However, those damned old pathogens, disease was also an issue there as well. His piss had been obvious, urine under normal conditions comes out of the body sterile, but it does not stay that way long. If he ran across any other good ideals, he was always open to some variety. He loved to make his slave uncomfortable, liked to make use of him for sexual release, was thrilled he didn’t mind Mike was a sadist and had responded by developing into a masochist, but he did not want to make him sick. He was never out to cause permanent harm or cause something like that.

As the guy with the UGA fireman’s hat, that currently had two Foster’s in mounts on the side of the head, rolling a naked guy, that is wearing the same hat but with cups of piss on his hat, but is tied down with a steady mixture of spit and urine running into his mouth was not the strangest thing here. Not only did Mike not want to hurt his helpless slave, but he was also exceedingly fond of him as he had ever been about anyone. Mike had gone out with people that had literally jumped out of his car when he stopped at an intersection to get away from him. No matter what he did to this one, he just always looked at him in an accepting and mild way and did as he was told, without question. He didn’t leave, he stayed, and to Mike, that was important. It did not mean he was going to stop being a dominating sadist, that would use him like crazy, he just was glad to have him.

Collin was genuinely happy, what he had found is that when he just did not resist and let Mike do as he liked, everything fell into place. He did not mind his constant control, or the things he did to him, his master was fiendish with this stuff. He was naturally good at being submissive and therefore fit this lifestyle good for a strong, alpha master. That was Mike easily and Collin had begun to think of him as his owner though he was far from knowing he could get up and leave at any time. Whenever Mike told him to do something he was just to the point now that he  automatically started doing it. He might as well, because if he was not busy doing something for him, sexually, cleaning, cooking, mowing the yard, plus still making good grades in school. He would probably be thinking about it, so it was sort of an all-roads lead to his master sort of thing. This is not bad if you have a good one and Collin believed his was, it was different, but it was his life.

A good example of this is something like; driving on a road that you drive on every day and have for numerous years. As you drive home on this road, five days a week on your way to and from work, or the number of days that you do. The question would be do you: a) Remember every detail of every moment of each time that you drive it, or b) Sometimes get home and it seems like the drive took hardly any time at all, if asked to describe 10 cars you passed, you would have to guess. If you are a normal human being the correct answer to that one is b). If nothing out of the ordinary is happening or the sky is falling in rain or there is snow on the roads. When Mike told Collin, “Get on your knees and suck me dry, don’t spare the horsepower.” Collin would hop down, and go to work on him, fall into his routine and deliver, at least to his master’s way of thinking, or any that got the chance for him to do it, one of the best blowjobs, and was an all-around tremendous cock worshipper, with skills galore. The slave had driven on this road so frequently that he could fall into a kind of lull of enjoyment from the tactile pleasure of it, while still being skillful and hungry for it.

They had gone into the white room and Mike undid his slave’s straps to the chair and helped to stop the head drinks from draining. He had him clear of the chair, but he was free of the chair in is standard rigging; Handcuffed (behind back) Wearing a chain mail style choker, and a chain run firmly between the two up his spine. Mike liked keeping his slave rigged like this when under restrained conditions, it allowed you to control him easily and with the way he hooked people, and the quality of cuffs he was using, you were not going anywhere. He used a great many ways also, this was just the most common, it is how he slept at night. At the end of Mike’s bed, with him sticking toes in his mouth and using his abdomen for warmth with his bare feet. Or sometimes reaching a foot down to rub on his slave’s genital region with. He even slept at night with his slave, and on those rare occasions when that is not possible, he missed it.

His slave stood up with a bit of help and went over to the table, where Mike just picked him up and set him down on his bottom on the table. Mike had been working out too and he was getting ever stronger and a bit more muscular.

He told his slave, “Spread yourself out in the center and point a limb towards each corner, you are a suspicious looking evil, ‘University of Alabama’, Crimson Tide fan secretly, aren’t you? Is it not also true you are my fucking bitch?”

Collin crawled over, laughing, “No need to be like that now, we have to respect them, doesn’t mean we have to watch them win 50 times in a row or however many?”

Mike was taking the time to put the right straps up for him to tie him spread like an X. He threw him the anklets and bracelets he would need for the straps to connect to.

“Put those on and don’t cheat, make them honest.”

“Yes master.”

Collin was practiced enough now to be able to put these on with the use of one hand and the anklets by sitting and crossing his leg. He could bend to one side and stretch and reach them.

As he did that, and once Mike had the straps ready to be attached, he started lighting some ornate candles he had left in here just this morning that were meant to burn a long time. They were expensive and there was only one place around he could find them.  He sat them around and Collin had his end of things ready. Mike hooked him up to the straps and adjusted them till he was good and snug. The way Mike had this new room set up; he had been somewhat creative. This table was bent somewhat downward in the center and was ever so slightly concave. He had liked to have never found it till he had found it online by a specialist that was not cheap. There was a drain and on the top of the table with a stealth black cover. It plumbed and drained under the flooring someplace. He had access to several hoses over in a row, and it looked like a mad bartender’s counter.

He asked Collin, “I read in psychology today that submissive gay bottoms have low self-esteem and are depressed and most suffer from PTSD. Is this true of you? Are you depressed, or have low self-esteem?”

The slave thought, “I don’t think so, I think I am at like zero self-esteem which is different. I figure I am worth as much as the next guy and I will turn out, all right in the end. I am not depressed really and am not sure why I would have PTSD. Unless you gave it to me. Did you give me PTSD master?”

Mike said, “No, but this may give you so many involuntary nervous reactions at once that I am not sure I could name them all.” He cut loose with one of the hoses and it was an improvement of what they had done at the old house. The water in this unit was pumped from a refrigerated device, that kept it just above ice cold. It was an attention grabber, especially if it is aimed at your dick and balls and the aim is true.

The slave said, “Woe -yes!! that is fucking cold!” Mike gave him a few seconds of it.

Mike replied, “Well, you see, normally you have a water heater which water is piped out of, but this hose is hooked up to a cooling device that is like a freezer that is set just below the freezing point. Man, that is a way to obliterate your hardon. Here let me help.”

He reversed and climbed up on top of Collin and inserted his dick in his mouth with the help of a liberal amount of his spit. He had slowly eased it down still he was all the way in and slowly mouth/throat fucked him as he laid comfortable using his slave’s abdomen as a pillow, this would allow him to reach everything he needed, and it felt so good. He thought, might as well get this started and dispensed some of the heated lube from a thing in the table. He reached down and spread it over his slave’s cock, and it came back to life fast. He grinned and began to both slowly stroke Collin’s dick with is hand and slowly pumped his mouth/throat. This situation lasted for a couple minutes.

Mike said, “It would seem as if my cock may have fallen into some cheap whore’s treacherous mouth and now it is trapped and cannot escape.”

To Collin it was hard to laugh while having to field being throat fucking by all 8.2 inches of Mike’s dick effectively, especially when he is beating on your dick like he may be trying to start a fire.”

He said, “Oh fuck, that feels good.”

Which to His master was a sign to stop stimulating him now, he was going to fuck the cum out his little bitch. First though, he hit Collin with cold water all the time, he had yet to do this one yet though. He reached over and got one of the candles that he finally tracked down at one of the numerous sex stores here. This was the one out on 2nd, right off Broadway, and they really had a bunch of stuff. I mean are you kidding there were like 4 major colleges in the region and a whole heap of government workers. Do the math, on why so many sex shops. His slave could not see what he was doing so he began to drip wax from the candle onto his balls and cock.

“Oh shit! That is on the warm side, did we depart from the not seriously hurting policy?”

Mike continued to drip, trying to find fresh spots. “We have changed no policy, it will get your attention, but the wax gives off its heat to the total environment, so when dropped it is losing heat and hitting air molecules in the air, cooling it loses heat to the total environment around it so rapidly and dries that it never reaches temperatures when dripped on correctly that it should burn.

“If is just not cold anymore now, is it?”

Mike liked the thought of the rapid change of sensation to his slave and what that must have been like, it would have to be intense, he always told people he was an intense guy. Speaking of which, he had been working on a little something. He mad mixed it up on advice from his cousin the M.D., the pervert and added a couple a component of his own. He had mixed it all up like chef in the kitchen and put it into some plain generic squeeze type bottles.  He was going to use some and reached over and got himself a nitrile glove, put it on his big hand and opened a tube of his special salve that did not have any any toxic properties. He squeezed out a liberal amount of it on his hand and spread it over his slave’s cock. The main ingredient, of his salve, was one of his organic oils that he ordered offline or bought at various sex stores. To this he added a small amount of his secret ingredient, Grandma Marvin’s Amazing Heating Back Rub, it was like Capsaicin or Icy Hot. This was a small amount that would generate a little warmth for about two hours after application and then clear away.

If one wanted to and just used the direct salve this would not be a very wonderful occasion, Mike thought.  No, need for that, so he rubbed it liberally all over his slave’s cock and balls and edged him just a bit more.

Collin was feeling the heat literally, it was a strong warming sensation, but it was not unpleasant, and his master’s hand felt good. He concentrated on sucking on his master’s cock as he continued to slowly mouthfuck him. Mike up and pulled out and undid the strap locks and put his slave on his stomach. He connected his hands to the straps first, then he hopped down and connected the ones to his ankles. He was very efficient as he worked the head of his dick inside his slave.

As he did, he said, “I am not that bad.”

“No one thinks you are master.”

“Well, I was just thinking, if I were bad, I might do something like; Wear a thick condom, maybe two, and use my special salve as lube. Oh, I thought about it, but your anal tissues would not react well to it, as it would cause extreme irritation. Would that be irreversible harm? Well, according to my cousin, no. But I don’t do it because that is beyond a boundary. However, it did not prevent him from reaching back and grabbing Collin by the nut sack and locking them into a solid grip for a couple of minutes.

“Okay!”

As he was applying pressure to them, he lowered his voice and said, “No one said I would not do this however.”

He let the go and got into position to insert the head of his dick again. Soon as he did, he put some of his strength behind it and drove it home.

“No one said I would not do that either.”

His slave said, “Humph, no master they did not.”

Mike began to fuck his slave, slowly at first but it did not take long for him to quicken his pace. As his slave’s dick was already the object of such heavy attention and he was being fucked hard, so his prostate was about to cause him to fold this hand.

“Mm, Uhm fuck that feels good!”        

It wasn’t feeling any too bad to his master either as he used even just a bit more force in his thrusts. That would have done it, unseen on the table on a mat that Mike had put down Collin’s cock started to shoot beautiful streams of cum onto his tummy and tabletop.

“Oh, I will never say I get tired of that, oh that felt good.”

Finally, Mike looked up and moaned loudly as he cut loose up inside his slave and apparently it was a big load.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes, don’t you move till I tell you that you can. He kept pumping till he was done and then just a bit more and moved up and rolled his slave over.

“Open your mouth.”

“Yes master.”

A few minutes later he was satisfied and was fooling with a cheap digital clock he had. He sat it down and it read thirty-minutes.

He told Collin,” When I leave, I am going to start that clock, you will have that amount of time to lick that mess up. If you are successful, time for you to make dinner.  If I am not satisfied, then you will still make dinner, and when we go to bed, I will tie you in a stress position all night. So there, how is that?  We have a lot to do, I have a paper to work on and so do you. Plus, you have a big pile of cum to lick up, cook dinner, get fucked again at bedtime, it’s amazing how you do all of that.

We will leave these two to their evening and catch them later.