Madness in Massachusetts

Madness in Massachusetts (V)

Not Letting Up 

Mike and Collin had spent all day in the home office getting ready for fist semester finals. Printers had printed, Mike had more than one colorful metaphor to say out loud when an equation he was working with did not solve correctly. Collin, as the story starts is finishing reading the book for English Lit, he had to write a rather significant report on. As the day moved on if you used a time lapse camera to view them; every so often one gets up and goes to the restroom, if that is Mike now, while they are in private, that means Collin goes as well. It is his job to get on his knees and hold it for Mike as he relieves himself. The only difference being that when Mike was done, instead of Collin shaking it for him. He made sure it was clear by lightly squeezing it and licking any stray that came out cleanly away. Collin got up once and was gone for a bit and came back with a tray of lunch for them, it looked like quesadillas, his cooking skills were advancing as well. They ate and went back to work. Occasionally, Collin would take a short break and get in some feet work or ball work on his master, every so often he would suck him off. This is how the day progressed till dinner and Mike slapped the textbook on Quantum Mechanics down.

He said, “Wave of the future my ass, shouldn’t all of it be working and giving reliable results if that is the case?”

Collin looked over and said, “Excuse me master, what are you referring to?”

“It is just me bashing on particle physicists again, I mean give me a break. I think I will predict thing after thing, that well, the average taxpayer gets burned to a cinder on, and it is always the same crap. ‘What was expected was not found in a laboratory setting.’ Then magically twenty-five, or fifty million is well, literally burnt up. Ouch. Should not many to all mechanisms of a particular discipline like, well work. Before, you go all in on it, as in poker. I mean half of this particle crap spits out nonsense and they say, “Ignore it.” I say bah. Ouch, shit!”

His slave said, “That does seem like, perhaps not the wisest allocation of resources, given we can only spend so much. Are you okay? What are you saying ouch for?”

“It’s nothing, just a touch of acid reflux I think, I can’t seem to kick whatever this is?”

“Well master, you will see the doctor tomorrow, perhaps there will be something they can fix relatively quickly.”

He said, “Fuck this, why don’t you make us something to eat, or I will get a pizza. Then I think we go upstairs have a good shower and I show you something new. Then of course you are going to suck my dick again and I am going to make you into a basket case.”

“Understood master.”

Mike had been in a mood lately to get a bit tougher; he cycled like this from time to time. Truth is though he was still not feeling the greatest. He would have periods where he would be kind and easy, then he had times where he tried to fuck you through the bed. Possibly into the basement, but this had been a bit of a change. He was in one of his cycles, where he would push you and he was good at it. Collin didn’t mind though some of it was annoying, His latest thing was, he had found a company in Singapore that made a device that was called several different things. Just according to which group, you belonged to and what the lingo was in your region. It was most known by the term, “A Humbler,” The ones he had gotten were fancy and electronic and had small motors in them.  They looked like little, thin black boxes that had adjustable and lockable straps on them. They were strapped tightly behind the leg, almost like the extreme outer thigh. They each had nylon cord that came out of them, and Mike would secure them to Collin’s ball sack.

Whoever thought of those things was just, well not right, but they worked simply like this. The motors would work and tighten your balls and could be programmed by connecting a USB cord to it and putting in the sequence you want. So, they would oppose each other and each pull from a little different angle. When rigged correctly, and Mike knew no other way, you could wear them under loose clothing. You would wear a tight nylon strap up as high on your thighs as possible and lock it into place. They would have rings so the rope would run each side through that and over to your balls. As they applied pressure, they did it slowly, just as they were slow to release, so unless someone had their face in your crotch with a magnifying glass. They would not see anything as they did their work or notice. You knew it all day as they were relentless, but he was just now gotten enamored with the idea. 

There was something else he had that Collin had seen and knew what it was, but he did not know what that would be like. Many people called them a ball stretcher, and it had a metal shaft that locked onto the shaft of your penis and be tightened down. Then on the side of it, were two metal looking polls that had a round circle made from some kind of metal. There was also a handle, and when it was turned the metal rods which would make it lower or rise. The last place you stopped turning the handle it locked into place, so you had to hit a button to release it. He would just slowly increase its length till it was putting a great deal of pressure on Collin’s balls.

This could make having sex, something else Collin thought, but he enjoyed the intensity, he had begun to grow accustomed to it.

He was currently under Mike’s desk, slowly licking his way up the length of his cock and teasing the head with his tongue.

Mike finished the last of the calculation that he was working on then reached under the table and grabbed the back of his slave’s head. He pushed him roughly to take more of it and go deeper.

Mike said, “You could possibly be one of the best submissive I have seen, but your hesitation to always go for the root of that cock on every single pass should not be there. When you suck my cock, you attack it like you are hungry for it. Always, every single time, unless I am having you run tantric. Come on out from in under there, I have kind of a different way of getting off today, you will do for me.”

Collin climbed out and said, “Yes, master. May I ask a question?”

His master immediately said, “No, you may not.”

A minute passed and Mike said, “Of course you can, that was quite rude of me for no reason. Of course, I am not compelled to allow you to talk, but you always work so tirelessly for me and never disobey. I apologize, what is your question?”

Collin did the unthinkable and put his hand on his master’s shoulder without permission. “Master, are you okay? I know our lifestyle is tiresome; my body has forgotten what the concept of a good night’s sleep is. I am just worried about you is all.”

Mike suddenly felt like such an asshole, and he looked at his very handsome slave. He reached over and put his hand on the side of his head, grabbed the hair a little but not enough to really hurt.

His master was honest, “I have not felt the best, I feel like, I don’t know, I am nervous all the time. I am going to talk to the docs about it the next time I see them. So, let’s get back with the plan, I have something to show you. Since you broke a rule by touching my shoulder, which feels good by the way, I should take you back here and fuck you. It was for good reasons though and taking that into account that sentence is commuted. However, because you are my bitch who exists to pleasure me, I am going to take you back here and fuck you anyway. In a little different way this time, what do you think?”

His slave said, “Sounds like I am about to get fucked in some different way, as long as it makes you happy master.”

The set of doors belonged to a set that the master always kept locked. Collin figured if he wanted him to know what was in them, he would tell him or show him. The room itself was just a plush bedroom with an expensive looking bed that looked firm. It had a little higher ceiling above it and hanging from that directly almost to the bed was a big basket kind of thing covered in black leather.  Mike brought him over to the bed, and since he was geared up, helped him get up onto the bed. Collin got one look inside that basket, and it did not take a genius to figure out what this was for. It had a hole in the center of it that Mike had Collin put his ass down into. This of course made for easy access for anyone below the basket. Mike then took a couple of straps built into the basket flooring and secured his slave into place. He also secured his legs, which were he was told to rest bent at the knee then held in place with a strap around the ankles.

Mike sat down and started to take his clothes off, he said, “What I am about to do to you is ancient in origins, it is an eastern thing. Though this was not Japanese first, it was known as modern day Vietnam that got this started. My ancestors just borrowed it, as have most cultures around the world. You will find people doing this.”

Mike, still sitting on the side of the bed, took one of his vials of warmed oil and sort of mediumly lubricated himself. He spit on it a couple of times for good measure to boot and got in his back on the bed and eased under the basket. He reached over and got the controller of the motors all four ropes of it were attached to; it was synchronized. He approximated as well as he could, and began to lower Collin, and more importantly that exposed hole right down to his master’s dick. It came down till the head of Mike’s cock was resting on Collin’s asshole, so the master just pushed up a little and with some resistance it finally gave and went in. He lowered him on down, a bit more slowly till his ass was basically a hair away from touching the rest of his pubic region.

The master then grabbed the basket and slowly began to turn it in a clockwise fashion as it had been designed for. As he turned and turned it, the ropes above it took on tension and raised the basket. The ropes on this basket had been made and crafted to not knot up or cause an unstable spin down, on the return spin back up.

As Mike spun the basket higher and higher, he told his slave, “It is important to remain as still as possible, do not shift you weight, the ideal is a smooth spin not one that is like a helicopter blade flew off one and if whirling through the air. Even if parts of it feel a bit uncomfortable, take it, don’t move or shift.”

“Yes, master.”

Even the sort of slow process of spinning up someone in a basket above you, is not the best part of it, the process is already starting to feel good. He thought, ‘Crap! I meant to use that new ball stretcher thing on him during this. Oh well I will just get him afterwards.’ Mike had wound him up high, there was just a small part of the head of his dick sticking inside him as he lay there twisted up in all that potential energy. The master used an experience eye, to look all four ropes over and he did not see any problem spots.

He said, “Now, it will hurt on the first pass maybe the second, but do not move, it will soon feel better.”

Mike let him go and start to spin and kept on the ready to stop him if it went wonky in some way.

The basket spun, round and round and was descending slowly, as it did it was just twirling around and around Mike’s dick as it did so. With this age-old technique, why ride when you can simply take gravity? Plus, if felt gloriously amazing, and this was just the first spin. Mike thought, ‘My slave has to be better than yours, mine comes with a fucking spin cycle.’

He spun down to nearly Mike’s body and with a practiced hand Mike gave the basked a nudge to keep its momentum up which would cause it to start to entangle again and go back up. It was almost like a carnival ride for your cock and if rigged correctly easy to do. His master and his ancestors had been using baskets with a gravity assist to fuck their holes for a very long time now. To have that basket going at a good speed on your cock like that entails a great many things. 1). You are exposed to a constant heat source, and it even increased because of the spinning and friction at the sphincters. Then you have the wall of the interior of the anal canal as well and every time that basket spins, they are covering the circumference of the person’s cock below them and is stimulating them heavily over and over as you spin down, and as you spin up. 2) I think that would already cover friction by common sense. Mike kept spitting on his dick regularly and was more accurate with that than most baseball players. So, there is your big 3) Moisture galore. These are all the components that anyone who has had a sex education class, or just possibly have had sex a few times that does not know this.

To Mike it felt wonderful every second this was happening, he could sit and spin you around in a basket for a while as you were on top of his cock. To Collin, this was one of those that was going to call for discipline, because it felt great now as it was like using some kind of crazy power tool on his prostate gland. The first spin down through and up, he had to do controlled breathing as it was intense, and he had sweat on his forehead.  

Mike was very disciplined in Asian Basket Fucking, so he kept the basket steadily going; one way and then the other, up, and down his cock. As he did and it made him feel so wonderful, he thought at his slave, ‘Hey you, in the basket, sit on it and spin bitch.’

His slave went, “Uhm-Yeah, on that is, it is well, something.”

Mike grinned, this would pop him every time. He started singing an old song one will hear from time to time, “Mike, spin’s you round’, right round’ right round’, like a record.”

For Collin it was official, the reason he liked Mike so much was because he was brain damaged.

Again, his slave said, “Oh damn, thank you for being so good to me master.”

Mike knew he was right there at that point, perhaps someone will come along one day and explain it, because there is no other like it. Someone is using physical contact to perform a sensual process on you, it makes you get close to a human being’s biological imperative, so of course it is wired to be pleasurable. They steadily continue either to provide you that feeling, or because it is incidental to them trying to achieve that feeling. The third option if they are trying to get you that feeling and get it for themselves as well. That is where these two were at, except for when Mike went on one his couple of weeks long, I use you to get myself off several times a day, but you are going to go a little while without that luxury. Just absorb me cum and keep quiet till I am finished, and it will be fine in a week or two.

One of the most difficult to comprehend things Mike had ever heard about was essentially a cultural issue over cum and pleasure control or denial, in this weird case permanently. One group called the Maasai Tribe, there are certain sects of them that cut off young female clitorises, to them it is a celebration of womanhood. Though a female can still receive sex after this, they are not going to get the same level of enjoyment out of it. If they even get any, strange that a rite to celebrate womanhood, would remove an organ required kind of for that? Oh well, it was not Mike’s job to judge the cultures of the world. He was however spinning the basket, inside, who coincidentally he was inside of, and he heard his slave give it up and he was close himself, it would not be too much longer.

“It is okay bitch, the basket flooring except for the opening your ass has plugged up is lined in plastic. That will make the mess of it easy for you to lick up when we are done.”

“That is very considerate master, that felt kind of good.”

Mike let him go on a big, long spin downwards and he was sure this would do it. That tight ass spinning round and round and Mike was tingling all over and his legs were dancing around and finally, he arched his back.

“Fucking, take me cum up your ass bitch. Oh, fucking-a yeah! Use that muscle you are always exercising and keep that inside of you, I will help you in a minute.”

As the basket twirled downward, Mike was pumping his slave’s ass full of his cum and each pule felt amazing. He looked down to see if any had leaked out and none had. He let his slave twirl on him for a minute as he was getting the butt plug lubed up. He would stop the basket when he was ready and put this up his slave’s ass and let it hold his cum up in there. He would absorb most of it, the principal component of semen is sugar, glucose, not sucrose like table sugar, but some sugar is some sugar. The swimmers need it for energy. Your body will absorb that. The protein components are just strings of amino acids, they too can be absorbed. If there is any that remains, to Mike that sounded like Collin’s problem for later not our problem for him to care with.

Mike stopped him at a certain point, got his butt plug ready, slid his dick out and that in, to the hilt. He said, “I am just donating to your daily caloric intake, I just gave you a perfectly balanced protein shake with some good old glucose in it. I just shot all of that up into your ass. He took a piece of water resistant, medical adhesive tape and secured the butt plug into place and climbed onto the bed with his feet. He wound the basket down and unstrapped his slave. He hung his dick and big balls over the edge of the basket.

“Get down there and get that nice and clean for me bitch.”

Collin got over and started licking him clean, “Yes, master.”

Mike stood there and let his slave patiently clean him and he always did a good job of that and made it feel good.

Lick up your mess in the floor and then clean the surface with some of those Lysol wipes.

“Yes master.”

Mike patiently stood there and watched his slave lick his mess up then he quickly shined everything up with the wipes and put the used ones away into a trash bag. That was put away and they went downstairs, and both felt wonderful, but Collin was a bit warbly.

Mike left Collin unrigged so he could make them some dinner, “Go along their spin cycle and make us something good to eat. I need a drink.”

Off they went for the rest of their evening. Though Mike was wondering if he was ever going to ask him, hell he didn’t have to ask, he could make him. But it would be better to ask.

He thought about that till he passed out, Collin who had heard the thump as he hit the floor, came directly. He was breathing okay, but still, he grabbed the phone and called for emergency services.