Appearances Can Be Deceiving

Appearances Can be Deceiving (11) 

The Swap Out (Just Mike and Jimmy)

Mike walked into the “ropes room,” and found something he just had to smile about, it was involuntary. Jimmy was dressed only in a straitjacket and was strapped into a more expensive looking patio chair. When his big driver had shown up with this package, he had taken a knife and cut a hole in the bottom of the chair. When he had put Jimmy into it, he had neatly stuffed his ball sack down the hole. Now poor Jimmy was immobilized with his genitals exposed, his sack was hanging down.

Mike came on into the room with his hands behind his back grinning. “What do we have here? It would appear to be that famous escape artist, Jimmy Crack Corn. For the next twenty-four hours or so I am to be your entertainment. I aim to please and never want to disappoint, so you will not leave here that way. Are you glad to be here slave?”

Jimmy said, “My master Bernard ordered it so, yes master. Though I fear it may be a rough time, sir.”

The little Asian had moved and was standing beside Jimmy now but with a bit of distance.

He asked Jimmy, “Please tell me, and I feel since you have fucked my slave twice and had your dick all up in his mouth, without permission. It sort of gives me a right to ask a question. You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to understand it. Do you like movies?”

Jimmy thought that was an odd question but bit, “Yes master, master Bernard and I watch them all the time.”

Mike looked impassive, “Have you seen those, James Bond, movies based off the Ian Fleming novels, more specifically, the ones that had Daniel Craig as James Bond. Including the first of course the Casino Royale, remake.?”

“Yes, I have seen them all master,” It took a moment before the realization of his situation sunk in on Jimmy. ‘This crazy fucker.’

Mike pulled his hands to the front and in his right one was a long tube sock, that if Jimmy had to guess had had some tennis balls put down in it.

The slave thought, ‘For fuck’s sake!’

Mike began to slowly start swinging the tube sock back and forth and it was clear his intended target was going to be Jimmy’s dangling ball sack. The arcs got slowly bigger and bigger.

“I can’t remember the dialogue of the movie word for word. The gist of it is that it is simple things that can cause so much pain. Yet you see people build all these elaborate contraptions, some may possibly have lasers in them. Truly submit to me and give me a paperclip, and I will show you some fucking pain. Now, get ready, on the next swing brother, see you on the other side.”

He swung it back and then towards the direction of Jimmy’s exposed balls. The weight in the sock connected, on the solid part of the chair and made quite a popping sound. Jimmy turned white as if he had been struck, then realized he had not been. Mike had his cellphone up recording it and was laughing. He finally stopped after a second.

He said, “It seemed your balls survived Mr. Bond. Did you really think I was going to do that?”

Jimmy was burning the adrenaline off, “Yes master I did.”

Mike grinned and said, “Smart man.”

He lightly swung the tube sock and this time the guidance chip was true, and it hit solidly. Now, he had not put much force behind that, he did worse than that to his slave every day. Still hit a guy in the balls, and they would notice as was Jimmy now.

Watching him react to a controlled amount of pain and seeing its effects played an instrument such as no others like Mike resonated to. Throw all the negative labels at him you liked; he could care less than a shit that was taken ten-thousand-years-ago. One thing he was though, and that was unique, that one is too easy to argue.

He got up on to the chair on his knees and pulled his sweet pants and underwear down then put his dick right in Jimmy’s face. 

“Get on it and suck that cock bitch, take it all, no hurries. This is just to get me all excited for what I have in store for you next. You may not like that one too much bitch, but I like it and you may love it. I saw it on the internet on some porn site a few weeks back and just can’t shake it.”

He reached down and grabbed the back of the slave’s head and pulled as he pushed to get it deeper.

Jimmy was by far no amateur but the Asian was packing some heat, so it took some effort. He finally got it down into his throat and let it stretch it good. Many did not realize I guess other than the slaves or masters that like to make their slaves let them do it to them, some just having consensual sex. Deepthroating is a skill that often requires work, practice, an open mind, if you are with a partner with equipment such as Mike was sporting.

The master reached down with his left hand and wrapped it around Jimmy’s throat, just a bit. He could feel himself sliding up and down in there. Jimmy was experienced and had a good technique, but he was not in Mike’s slave, Collin’s category. It felt great and he wanted to be good and hard, needed to be. Just thinking about it alone was enough, so no time like the present.

He looked down at Jimmy, “I am withdrawing, step it up to the level of my slave and make sure it is nice and neat when it comes out.”

Mike pulled it out and walked around behind the chair and said, “You know what the terms dual use and misdirection all mean right?”

Jimmy said, “Yes master.”

Mike had been working with his hands around his crotch then smiled and said, “Good.’ He took his foot and set it on top of the chair and lightly tipped Jimmy over, he landed on a carpeted floor. Mike climbed in behind him and sort of spooned him through the chair from the back.

He said behind Jimmy close to his ear, “Who ever said that hole in that chair was for your balls? I am honest about this kind of stuff, but this is going to hurt at first. When I go to pushing inside you, take a deep breath and hold it for a second. He reached around, and grabbed Jimmy and pulled him back so he could get as much of himself inside him as possible.

Mike had seen a video on one of the smut sites where a guy had modified a ribbed condom, so they could still get a lot of the feeling. At the same time get the advantages of the smooth bumps that were all over the exterior of one. The guy in the video had simply fucked a guy with one, where he had taken a pair of scissors and neatly cut off the about the top quarter or so of it. The ideal being that then you would put it on, and the head of your penis and maybe an inch or two inches of your dick would be bare skin. It would allow you to still get good feeling as you fucked them and shoot your load inside of them. Then there is that long part with little bumps all over to augment the experience for the person being fucked.

Mike was not all that sure about augmentation thus far said as he lubed everything up then put his head up against Jimmy’s opening. “These things are according to be safe to use,” he had bought them at the top-secret sex shop in town, up on the hill by the drugstore. That comes with the caveat, a mutant with a 12” weapon, using one on some young man over 18, who has never been touched, is mutually exclusive to common sense by his thinking.

As Mike began to push inside of him, he said, “The reason you are about to feel like you are being fucked by a corncob, you should have learned in kindergarten. Collin belongs to me, not you, me. Do not ever touch him again unless I tell you that you can.”

Mike slowly worked his doctored up mostly covered by a ribbed condom, dick finally all the way into Jimmy. It felt great up front and so he slowly started to fuck him with it.

It is often said that is one lives long enough, they see everything. At this moment the man tied in the chair believed it. He could tell this was not going to cause catastrophic injury, their group didn’t tend to do that. The one that was fucking him with the corncob currently had a reputation for being ruthless to enemies. The slave also believed this as well it was not much of a stretch. Jimmy’s brain wanted to moan or make some kind of noise. Currently his brain seemed to be confused and did not know what sound to make.

Mike barked, “Take a breath Jimmy and relax, the cells will adjust, and your body’s natural pain defenses will kick in. You are an experienced bitch, so now use it. He went right on steadily fucking him.

 Jimmy finally went, “Uhm, that is, different.” It had stopped hurting, the fact that Mike was keeping a steady rhythm helped with this.

Finally, the overload of sensory had died down, and the good feeling the stimulation was causing to the prostate was ramping up. Jimmies was not usually as sensitive as say, Collin seemed to be. Mike’s big cock was making good contact with it on every thrust. Jimmy was beginning to tingle a bit.

“Oh, shit, that is really hitting me hard, I will not last much longer.”

Mike took and reached around from behind him and pulled a rope around his throat and pulled it tight enough to restrict breathing.

He said, “Don’t panic, I am just going to give you a really big eruption, relax.”

He was steadily pumping his dick in and out of Jimmy and continued to hold the rope tight.

Jimmy was seasoned and this was hardly the first time he had been under various forms of breath control. Now he was experiencing a hot flash by all the testosterone the body releases during the sex act. He was getting a little giddy, from the breath control and he kind of jerked and cum shot halfway across the room out of end of his dick. He could not really say anything as you need a clear air passage for that. When Mike saw him begin to shoot, he relaxed his grip and the rope disappeared in behind the chair.

He was taking in air and simultaneously trying to say the word, “Fuck! How did you make me cum that hard?”

Mike was breathing a little harder, this was taking a bit longer than normal because much of the area was still covered with the condom. He was still getting great feeling with the front of his dick as he pumped and pumped away. He was now very close to achieving the target objective.

He was talking right into Jimmy’s ear again, “Did you think when I swung that rope around your neck, that I might not stop?”

Jimmy thought and said, “No master, I knew you would.”

Mike started to blast his cum deep inside Jimmy and pushed as far in as he could.

“Get some of my magic elixir in your ass bitch.” It sounded like he was having a strong one as well. Mike’s big cock emptied its payload right inside the target and pumped till he was dry. He had slowly still fucked the slave for a couple minutes and then he withdrew. He reached down and took the part of the condom and got it off him. He grabbed a light and got down and did the oddest thing, he got down close and inspected Jimmy’s hole from behind. It was exactly as the direction on the packaging said, under male-to-male use, what the dude at the sex store said, and he had even asked his own doctor as he went in to get his nerve medicine, which of course was pot.

The skin was red and irritated, more than if he had not used it, but no abrasions. He would know about this for a couple of days to come yet but he would just be sore. Mike stood up and took his dick and gave it a good aim. Fuck it, he would have them shampoo the carpet. He cut loose with a stream of urine that hit Jimmy on the side of the face and some got on his outstretched tongue.

Mike said, “I do not expect that we will ever have to have this particular conversation again?”  He had finished and now cleaning himself up with some cleaning towels. He headed towards the door and stopped and turned back.

“I think I am going to eat dinner; I will send someone along to get you cleaned up. Just hang out they will be here shortly.” He exited the room and turned the light off. It was a dark room.

An hour later after a nice dinner of takeout he sent the big driver down to collect Jimmy, get him cleaned up, and some food. Mike sits there with a strange look on his face, he had better be glad his better side had won out so far. The original plan was to do what he just had wait a half a day, and put two of those extra thick condoms, layered over each other on. Then it would have been time to use Jimmy for a good cardio workout, most men could just go and go like that. Imagine fucking someone that had recently been hit with one of those ribbed things. Then a few hours later, a guy comes in that can fuck you for, a long time and you are, already sore as fuck from the ribbing.

There was a reverse game common in different cultures and the symmetry of it always freaked him out. One common practice for people that, like him at times, are into cum control/denial. The game has the same kind of structure, it is the edging game; some refer to extreme edging, who cares it is what it is. But if you are good at that and can hold someone for long amounts of time just at the edge. The game goes, beg me do something to you to make me get off and make it good. Or we could be here a while. Its inverse is a lesser-known practice, but still you read about it. People will use dildos, machines, three of their friends come to lend a dick. Same deal but a negative outcome is trying to be avoided, not a good outcome achieved.

He, who, they…. Whomever will intentionally get people in the various state that Jimmy was in now. Sore as hell and inflamed. Well, they fuck you and apply the same rules. They fuck to cause a higher level of pain and give the same directive. Think of a more interesting ideal for me to use you for bitch (whatever). Otherwise, what I am doing will work just fine, it could just take a while.”

He had then kept Jimmy below in a room with relative freedom. He fucked up and he paid the price, it was the way it worked.

He would be glad to see his slave return tomorrow evening. Now that one, he would be something, he just knew it.

Mike had grown fond of him from almost at the get-go. Anyone that was totally a personality trick because that fucking general running around in his primitive brain causing a shitstorm ruckus and attempting to circumvent his classic narcissistic outlook on life. Everyone always said he was a classic narcissist; well, his Psychologist and Psychiatrists assured him he wasn’t. They understood things like master/slave couples, he bet there was even counseling for it, as in marriage, if that pair got married. There was a part of society here, that still believe the Jude and Ward Cleaver principals rule the day still. Mike’s problem with that logic, if you really look at it, it never did.

It didn’t matter if he was growing fond of him or not, he would be his for the foreseeable future, unless. No, that was a seizure not part of a thought. If he asked to leave at any time the locks would open. Mike wanted them nice and snugly engaged longer. “Mine, not yours.”

He would probably make Jimmy swallow a couple of loads of his narcotic-like-cum tomorrow, with oral whatever. Or maybe he would just let Jimmy recover, drink a gallon of protein shakes, and wait for Collin to return. He believed it would be the latter. Him and Jimmy, he was watching eating a hoagie and fries, that looked good.

        

 

 

        

 

        

        

 

        

  

 

        

 

 

 

 

Appearances Can be Deceiving (11)

 

The Swap Out

(Just Mike and Jimmy) 

         Mike walked into the “ropes room,” and found something he just had to smile about, it was involuntary. Jimmy was dressed only in a straitjacket and was strapped into a more expensive looking patio chair. When his big driver had shown up with this package, he had taken a knife and cut a hole in the bottom of the chair. When he had put Jimmy into it, he had neatly stuffed his ball sack down the hole. Now poor Jimmy was immobilized with his genitals exposed, his sack was hanging down.

Mike came on into the room with his hands behind his back grinning. “What do we have here? It would appear to be that famous escape artist, Jimmy Crack Corn. For the next twenty-four hours or so I am to be your entertainment. I aim to please and never want to disappoint, so you will not leave here that way. Are you glad to be here slave?”

Jimmy said, “My master Bernard ordered it so, yes master. Though I fear it may be a rough time, sir.”

The little Asian had moved and was standing beside Jimmy now but with a bit of distance.

He asked Jimmy, “Please tell me, and I feel since you have fucked my slave twice and had your dick all up in his mouth, without permission. It sort of gives me a right to ask a question. You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to understand it. Do you like movies?”

Jimmy thought that was an odd question but bit, “Yes master, master Bernard and I watch them all the time.”

Mike looked impassive, “Have you seen those, James Bond, movies based off the Ian Fleming,s novels, more specifically, the ones that had Daniel Craig as James Bond. Including the first of course the Casino Royale, remake.?”

“Yes, I have seen them all master,” It took a moment before the realization of his situation sunk in on Jimmy. ‘This crazy fucker.’

Mike pulled his hands to the front and in his right one was a long tube sock, that if Jimmy had to guess had had some tennis balls put down in it.

The slave thought, ‘For fuck’s sake!’

Mike began to slowly start swinging the tube sock back and forth and it was clear his intended target was going to be Jimmy’s dangling ball sack. The arcs got slowly bigger and bigger.

“I can’t remember the dialogue of the movie word for word. The gist of it is that it is simple things that can cause so much pain. Yet you see people build all these elaborate contraptions, some may possibly have lasers in them. Truly submit to me and give me a paperclip, and I will show you some fucking pain. Now, get ready, on the next swing brother, see you on the other side.”

He swung it back and then towards the direction of Jimmy’s exposed balls. The weight in the sock connected, on the solid part of the chair and made quite a popping sound. Jimmy turned white as if he had been struck, then realized he had not been. Mike had his cellphone up recording it and was laughing. He finally stopped after a second.

He said, “It seemed your balls survived Mr. Bond. Did you really think I was going to do that?”

Jimmy was burning the adrenaline off, “Yes master I did.”

Mike grinned and said, “Smart man.”

He lightly swung the tube sock and this time the guidance chip was true, and it hit solidly. Now, he had not put much force behind that, he did worse than that to his slave every day. Still hit a guy in the balls, and they would notice as was Jimmy now.

Watching him react to a controlled amount of pain and seeing its effects played an instrument such as no others like Mike resonated to. Throw all the negative labels at him you liked; he could care less than a shit that was taken ten-thousand-years-ago. One thing he was though, and that was unique, that one is too easy to argue.

He got up on to the chair on his knees and pulled his sweat pants and underwear down then put his dick right in Jimmy’s face. 

“Get on it and suck that cock bitch, take it all, no hurries. This is just to get me all excited for what I have in store for you next. You may not like that one too much bitch, but I like it and you may love it. I saw it on the internet on some porn site a few weeks back and just can’t shake it.”

He reached down and grabbed the back of the slave’s head and pulled as he pushed to get it deeper.

Jimmy was by far no amateur but the Asian was packing some heat, so it took some effort. He finally got it down into his throat and let it stretch it good. Many did not realize I guess other than the slaves or masters that like to make their slaves let them do it to them, some just having consensual sex. Deepthroating is a skill that often requires work, practice, an open mind, if you are with a partner with equipment such as Mike was sporting.

The master reached down with his left hand and wrapped it around Jimmy’s throat, just a bit. He could feel himself sliding up and down in there. Jimmy was experienced and had a good technique, but he was not in Mike’s slave, Collin’s category. It felt great and he wanted to be good and hard, needed to be. Just thinking about it alone was enough, so no time like the present.

He looked down at Jimmy, “I am withdrawing, step it up to the level of my slave and make sure it is nice and neat when it comes out.”

Mike pulled it out and walked around behind the chair and said, “You know what the terms dual use and misdirection all mean right?”

Jimmy said, “Yes master.”

Mike had been working with his hands around his crotch then smiled and said, “Good.’ He took his foot and set it on top of the chair and lightly tipped Jimmy over, he landed on a carpeted floor. Mike climbed in behind him and sort of spooned him through the chair from the back.

He said behind Jimmy close to his ear, “Who ever said that hole in that chair was for your balls? I am honest about this kind of stuff, but this is going to hurt at first. When I go to pushing inside you, take a deep breath and hold it for a second. He reached around, and grabbed Jimmy and pulled him back so he could get as much of himself inside him as possible.

Mike had seen a video on one of the smut sites where a guy had modified a ribbed condom, so they could still get a lot of the feeling. At the same time get the advantages of the smooth bumps that were all over the exterior of one. The guy in the video had simply fucked a guy with one, where he had taken a pair of scissors and neatly cut off the about the top quarter or so of it. The ideal being that then you would put it on, and the head of your penis and maybe an inch or two inches of your dick would be bare skin. It would allow you to still get good feeling as you fucked them and shoot your load inside of them. Then there is that long part with little bumps all over to augment the experience for the person being fucked.

Mike was not all that sure about augmentation thus far said as he lubed everything up then put his head up against Jimmy’s opening. “These things are perfectly safe to use,” he had bought them at the top-secret sex shop in town, up on the hill by the drugstore. That comes with the caveat, a mutant with a 12” weapon, using one on some young man over 18, who has never been touched, is mutually exclusive to common sense by his thinking.

As Mike began to push inside of him, he said, “The reason you are about to feel like you are being fucked by a corncob, you should have learned in kindergarten. Collin belongs to me, not you, me. Do not ever touch him again unless I tell you that you can.”

Mike slowly worked his doctored up mostly covered by a ribbed condom, dick finally all the way into Jimmy. It felt great up front and so he slowly started to fuck him with it.

It is often said that is one lives long enough, they see everything. At this moment the man tied in the chair believed it. He could tell this was not going to cause catastrophic injury, their group didn’t tend to do that. The one that was fucking him with the corncob currently had a reputation for being ruthless to enemies. The slave also believed this as well it was not much of a stretch. Jimmy’s brain wanted to moan or make some kind of noise. Currently his brain seemed to be confused and did not know what sound to make.

Mike barked, “Take a breath Jimmy and relax, the cells will adjust, and your body’s natural pain defenses will kick in. You are an experienced bitch, so now use it. He went right on steadily fucking him.

 Jimmy finally went, “Uhm, that is, different.” It had stopped hurting, the fact that Mike was keeping a steady rhythm helped with this.

Finally, the overload of sensory had died down, and the good feeling the stimulation was causing to the prostate was ramping up. Jimmies was not usually as sensitive as say, Collin seemed to be. Mike’s big cock was making good contact with it on every thrust. Jimmy was beginning to tingle a bit.

“Oh, shit, that is really hitting me hard, I will not last much longer.”

Mike took and reached around from behind him and pulled a rope around his throat and pulled it tight enough to restrict breathing.

He said, “Don’t panic, I am just going to give you a really big eruption, relax.”

He was steadily pumping his dick in and out of Jimmy and continued to hold the rope tight.

Jimmy was seasoned and this was hardly the first time he had been under various forms of breath control. Now he was experiencing a hot flash by all the testosterone the body releases during the sex act. He was getting a little giddy, from the breath control and he kind of jerked and cum shot halfway across the room out of end of his dick. He could not really say anything as you need a clear air passage for that. When Mike saw him begin to shoot, he relaxed his grip and the rope disappeared in behind the chair.

He was taking in air and simultaneously trying to say the word, “Fuck! How did you make me cum that hard?”

Mike was breathing a little harder, this was taking a bit longer than normal because much of the area was still covered with the condom. He was still getting great feeling with the front of his dick as he pumped and pumped away. He was now very close to achieving the target objective.

He was talking right into Jimmy’s ear again, “Did you think when I swung that rope around your neck, that I might not stop?”

Jimmy thought and said, “No master, I knew you would.”

Mike started to blast his cum deep inside Jimmy and pushed as far in as he could.

“Get some of my magic elixir in your ass bitch.” It sounded like he was having a strong one as well. Mike’s big cock emptied its payload right inside the target and pumped till he was dry. He had slowly still fucked the slave for a couple minutes and then he withdrew. He reached down and took the part of the condom and got it off him. He grabbed a light and got down and did the oddest thing, he got down close and inspected Jimmy’s hole from behind. It was exactly as the direction on the packaging said, under male-to-male use, what the dude at the sex store said, and he had even asked his own doctor as he went in to get his nerve medicine, which of course was pot.

The skin was red and irritated, more than if he had not used it, but no abrasions. He would know about this for a couple of days to come yet but he would just be sore. Mike stood up and took his dick and gave it a good aim. Fuck it, he would have them shampoo the carpet. He cut loose with a stream of urine that hit Jimmy on the side of the face and some got on his outstretched tongue.

Mike said, “I do not expect that we will ever have to have this particular conversation again?”  He had finished and now cleaning himself up with some cleaning towels. He headed towards the door and stopped and turned back.

“I think I am going to eat dinner; I will send someone along to get you cleaned up. Just hang out they will be here shortly.” He exited the room and turned the light off. It was a dark room.

An hour later after a nice dinner of takeout he sent the big driver down to collect Jimmy, get him cleaned up, and some food. Mike sits there with a strange look on his face, he had better be glad his better side had won out so far. The original plan was to do what he just had wait a half a day, and put two of those extra thick condoms, layered over each other on. Then it would have been time to use Jimmy for a good cardio workout, most men could just go and go like that. Imagine fucking someone that had recently been hit with one of those ribbed things. Then a few hours later, a guy comes in that can fuck you for, a long time and you are, already sore as fuck from the ribbing.

There was a reverse game common in different cultures and the symmetry of it always freaked him out. One common practice for people that, like him at times, are into cum control/denial. The game has the same kind of structure, it is the edging game; some refer to extreme edging, who cares it is what it is. But if you are good at that and can hold someone for long amounts of time just at the edge. The game goes, beg me do something to you to make me get off and make it good. Or we could be here a while. Its inverse is a lesser-known practice, but still you read about it. People will use dildos, machines, three of their friends come to lend a dick. Same deal but a negative outcome is trying to be avoided, not a good outcome achieved.

He, who, they…. Whomever will intentionally get people in the various state that Jimmy was in now. Sore as hell and inflamed. Well, they fuck you and apply the same rules. They fuck to cause a higher level of pain and give the same directive. Think of a more interesting ideal for me to use you for bitch (whatever). Otherwise, what I am doing will work just fine, it could just take a while.”

He had then kept Jimmy below in a room with relative freedom. He fucked up and he paid the price, it was the way it worked.

He would be glad to see his slave return tomorrow evening. Now that one, he would be something, he just knew it.

Mike had grown fond of him from almost at the get-go. Anyone that was totally a personality trick because that fucking general running around in his primitive brain causing a shitstorm ruckus and attempting to circumvent his classic narcissistic outlook on life. Everyone always said he was a classic narcissist; well, his Psychologist and Psychiatrists assured him he wasn’t. They understood things like master/slave couples, he bet there was even counseling for it, as in marriage, if that pair got married. There was a part of society here, that still believe the Jude and Ward Cleaver principals rule the day still. Mike’s problem with that logic, if you really look at it, it never did.

It didn’t matter if he was growing fond of him or not, he would be his for the foreseeable future, unless. No, that was a seizure not part of a thought. If he asked to leave at any time the locks would open. Mike wanted them nice and snugly engaged longer. “Mine, not yours.”

He would probably make Jimmy swallow a couple of loads of his narcotic-like-cum tomorrow, with oral whatever. Or maybe he would just let Jimmy recover, drink a gallon of protein shakes, and wait for Collin to return. He believed it would be the latter. Him and Jimmy, he was watching eating a hoagie and fries, that looked good.