Appearances Can Be Deceiving

Appearances Can be Deceiving (8)

The Following Day with Jimmy 

They had wound down the night last night with Mike getting a bit tipsy and pissing on Jimmy some more. After he tired of this game, Mike had let Jimmy get good and cleaned up. Then had taken him and locked him in the, no other way to say it, and emulated cell block. He was allowed to have a thong, and he was locked into a part of the house that the only exit was the door Mike locked behind him when he went in. It could be worse, he had a 70” smart tv, a fridge full of food, access to a bathroom. He was good for the night.

Mike took his slave, Collin Smith up to the master bedroom, and they showered together. As they prepared for bed, when Collin was getting ready to brush and floss. He walked over and turned him to face him and said, “Incoming spit.”

Collin, tilted his head back, stuck his tongue out as far as he could. His master took his time enjoying spitting him a mouthful. There was something about the dominance of that act, threw Mike Nakamoto into a wormhole of power and control. Then to watch them, as you were done dutifully close and swallow it on down. Once they were finished, they went into the bedroom that almost defied explanation. How does not cover the spectrum from W.W.I. style gas masks, nipple clamps, various leather spanking tools. That was the one side, on the other, there were posters of superheroes, particularly Marvel’s character, Thor. One whole shelf looked to be nothing but expensive hardbound books, not the kind one finishes in one day. It was a large room and in the corner was a full-sized bed that had been modified somewhat. The master led the slave over and sat him down on the bed and sat down next to him.

“Lean over.”

“Yes, master,” Collin leaned forward, and Mike snapped a pair of handcuffs on him, not padded, rubber, the real deal. He pointed across the bed from the side.

“You will sleep at my feet, like the good bitch you are. Grab a pillow and get comfortable under the cover.”

“Yes, master.”

The master temporarily pulled the bottom of the bed coverings back exposing the bottoms of his slave’s legs. He took an already bolted in ankle cuff that had plenty of slack. He snapped it locked around his slave’s left ankle. He pulled the covering back down and went around to get in bed. He was wearing a pair of bikini underwear, that had the Superman emblem on it. It was sort of amusing. He snuggled in and got comfortable, he placed the bottom of his right foot, comfortably into his slave’s abdomen. He took his other leg and put his big toe up to his slave’s lips who opened and let him insert it.

He said, “Mm, I don’t know why I like that, doing it is now a part of your life. I know it is just weird on my part, but I don’t really give a fuck. Having a loyal slave gently suck on my toes for a bit really relaxes me. Hence, this will be a nightly thing, understand?”

“Uhm-hm.”

They drifted off to sleep, as the slave worked till, he was sure the master was asleep. He too was soon gone.

Collin woke up to having the ankle cuff removed by the master. It was a typical morning ritual; shave, shower, Collin, being the jr. slave present prepared breakfast for them all. He was rather proficient at cooking. Thanks to paying attention to a grandmother, that could do that like no other.

Waiting at the dining room table were some sites that were never meant to be seen by mankind. Mike had situated Jimmy to the side, in a shorter chair than the rest of the dining room chairs. Mike had mounted like a big booster seat, then the regular sized ones on the chair. He had Jimmy strapped and locked into it, by the straps that came from each corner and had secured them with a padlock. Apparently, the master had been doing some shopping and maybe it was intentional, or he accidentally hit a shelf and they had fallen into the buggy. They were adult sized diapers as evidenced by the fact it was the only real clothing Jimmy was currently wearing. He had also been thoughtful enough to put a necklace that looked like a pacifier on it. The part that went into your mouth was shaped like a huge dick head. The outfit was completed by a small baby-sized bib, that said, “CUNT”: on it in bold black lettering.

The little sadist pushed Jimmy up to the table nice and snug. This was just as Collin was bringing in the last of the food. This morning it was to be pancakes, bacon, with a dash of scrambled eggs with cheese. He had heated up some kind of frozen biscuits he had found in the freezer.

The master was filling Jimmy’s sippy cup with juice and put it on his little tray.

He looked down at him and said, “No arguments this morning young man, drink your juice as you need your vitamins.”

Jimmy had a look on his face that was similar one generally experiences that unfortunate person in the parking lot of a shopping center. Fortunately for them some lug head smartassed punk had decided to spit their big wad of gum out onto the asphalt to get nice and hot. The unfortunate person, well, doesn’t see it and steps in it. That encapsulated his look now.

He looked over at his slave, “Military the food down, and get under the table and do some ball work while I eat and read the paper. Need to build up some artillery, I get baby cunt here squared away. Then you and I are going to explore more boundaries.”

Collin ate his food down fast, so he was under there relatively quickly. Mike was building Jimmy a plate of food.

He said, “A couple of pancakes, a few slices of bacon, couple of biscuits, and some eggs. Important for protein, I think we are good here baby cunt.”

He set the food over where Jimmy could get to it easily and even put some syrup on his pancakes. Underneath the table Collin had gotten into a good position and gently set his master’s balls free by just letting them slide out the side of the underwear. He was careful it was not in a bind or would be uncomfortable. His master had shown him how he liked it done but did not mind some improvisation on his part. He often told his slave that he was an innovator in these waters. So, Collin had kind of developed his own scheme of worshiping his master’s balls. It was a four-stage process, and he was not getting complaints.

He began by giving as much of the ball sack as he could get to a thorough tongue bath. The master could thank some online article about that one. It created a general wave of pleasantness when done correctly. The trick was easy, keep getting your tongue wet. Next, he would suck the left ball for a few minutes using his tongue to gently massage it. For those that like it having one of your nuts sucked on like this, if they are really into it and good at it, feels fantastic. He would then move to the right ball and completely and gently give it the same treatment. The last step was to put both in his mouth at the same time, easy trick, go slow and don’t cause pain. Unless they want you to, his master did not. This was his ball worship pattern, and his master must like it, because he sure had him do it a great deal. Sometimes he was expected to continue a certain stage, till told he could move to the next. The master was more and more beginning to let him just do it as he continued to learn just what he liked.

Collin worked, repeating the same pattern over and over. Jimmy had finished eating and was having a hard time concentrating on the paper, because of Merlin-tongue under the table.

Jimmy had finished eating his food.

Mike asked, “Slave did you get enough to eat, there is plenty left if you want anymore.”

Jimmy said, “Thank you master Mike, I am full thank you.”

They headed off for Mike to get Jimmy stowed away, and he yelled back at the slave emerging from under the table.

“Get all that shit cleaned up while I see to our guest.”

Collin said, “Yes master.”

He thought oh dear, the master had that look in his eyes, it was not always bad, but it would be intense He straightened up the kitchen and cleaned everything up crisply.

Mike walked through and said, “With me slave.”

“Yes, master.”

He followed his Asian master down to an area of the house he had not been in much. There was a good-sized door and Mike opened that for his slave. As it was his first time seeing it was not sure what to make of it. There was a long bench that looked like it had restraints built into it at the back. There were several places where they nylon type of line like mountain climbers use was hanging down in several places. There were also several clusters coming out of the walls. It was disorienting, and Collin felt a moment of vertigo and Mike steadied him as he came by.

His master said, “This is newer stuff for me and there may be moments you won’t believe it, I will never on purpose truly injure you. I have been working with a friend of mine that talked me into trying this stuff. Come over here and face the door we came in at that little red X on the floor. Good now give me your left wrist.”

His slave did and his master secured a padded leather wristlet looking thing and put it on him snug, secured it and locked it with a small lock. He got the same treatment on the other wrist and both of his ankles got them as well.

He asked, Collin, “Do you have any back problems, or pains, discomforts; Generally speaking, is your skeletal system and musculature all okay. Not being treated for anything back related.”

“Not any that I am aware of master.”

Mike had moved gotten a tall rolling ladder and pushed it right behind his slave.

He climbed up to where he could reach the ropes from the ceiling. “There is nothing we are going to do that is death defying madness in anyway. One might argue madness but not death defying. Place your hands above your head like you are trying to stretch that way. When his slave complied, he got his hands and ran a band through them both and clicked it locked. He thought, hm, all mine just that easy. Maybe his stupid friend had stumbled onto something. He used little electronic box and the tension in the rope attached to his slave’s hand began to disappear. He raised it to where it needed for now and climbed down. Next, he took ropes from the wall and secured them from opposite sides of the room; one to each ankle. He used the box again and his slaves’ feet began to spread as the motorized pulled in the walls pulled up slack.

His last task was to get a right sized back support belt for the slave, just to make sure. This equipment was not supposed to be powerful enough to cause terrible damage unless you did something stupid with it. He reached around Collins abdomen and got the belt secured. He moved his hand down and cupped his slave’s hardness, this one just had the taste for it.

As he felt his slave up, he said, “I would guess this would mean I am giving you a reach around?”

“As nice as that would be, I believe you will toy with me, and let the edging begin.”

His master backed away a little bit and said, “You are going to hate me for a few minutes.”

He hit the sequence on the machinery, his friend had help him set up, and the guy sold this stuff. The ropes holding the slaves’ hands pulled him up to where his feet were just off the ground. The ropes on the legs held, and just kept his legs pulled apart. So, it was giving his body a good stretch. He took another smaller ladder that would allow him to be on the level he needed to be. He climbed up to where his cock was even with his slave’s mouth.

He grinned and said, “What in the world is that it seems to be my big hard cock in your face yet again. Why don’t you give me that large, mouthed bass, deepthroat look you are so good at. I understand the stretch burns a little but, your body will adjust. Open, now.”

He opened his mouth and Mike worked the large head in, and before long it was down in his throat. He started fucking his slave’s mouth, going as deep as he could with each thrust. It never ceased to amaze him how his slave handled something that big and made it seem effortless. The master was going deep into the throat and then pulling out over and over.

“Suck on that big dick slave, but you don’t get the cum yet. I am going to stretch you out a little bit more and then I am going to fuck you.”

He went for a few more minutes, and then stopped and got down and moved it in behind the stretched slave, close to him. He then triggered the equipment to pull to the next level, he was sure that was uncomfortable. That is why he was so hard as he maneuvered to where he could give this bitch of a good pounding. This time he just used his own spit on his dick and got it nice and slick. He got it slid in easy enough, but it still took a minute to drive all the way in. He was still so fucking tight, which was not a bad thing. Once he hit the max depth and could go no further, cool down days were over. He immediately began to long dick his slave none too gently.

Collin’s ligaments were on fire and his master was really throwing it to him back there. Each hard push made the ropes just a bit tighter and stimulated his prostate gland. Some may get these sensations and identify them as pain, it felt good to this slave.

The tied-up man said, “Uh-fuck!”

This just made Mike go a little faster and harder and he leaned forward and bit his slave’s left ear lobe enough to get his attention.

The slave being pounded hard paid attention, the pain was intense but if felt good too and he was so close to letting go. 

His master knew him well enough know to know this and pulled his dick out of him. He quickly went around and like magic it was making its way down into Collin’s throat. Mike had good leverage in the position and used it to really work on that throat.      

His master’s voice was giving away he was working hard, “I am going to leave you hanging in here for at least half the day, getting a good stretch. You do not get to cum this time, I may let you before we are done today.”

“Uhm-hm.”

Mike was merciless and he was getting close as well to the floodgates opening and he could tell he was going to shoot hard. He said, “It was like you were made for me to use specifically as I want. So, I will.”

The master’s magic wand was really working it today, and even with the pain from the stretching it overrode all of that. The slave felt it building and building, and it was on its way.

“Oh, damn master! That is just somehow like momentarily going to a place made of nothing but pure fucking bliss.”

Collin’s nice dick cut loose a shot out onto the floor, and he had cum hard.

His master grinned as he watched, “You see, just my stimulation on your prostate to get things going. Fucking this hot mouth and tight throat, has kept you rather hot. Some people can reach orgasm from having the stimulation started and stretching. Guess you got to get off after all. You know it must work, you just saw it, and speaking of which. Eat that fucking cum bitch’” He cut loose with his substantial reproductive reserves. He looked down as reflexes of pleasure hit him each time his big cock pumped a giant squirt of is cum into his slave’s mouth. His dick finally stopped jerking around in his slave’s throat. It had delivered its payload.

Without another word, mike got down, grabbed some wet wipes to clean himself with and left the room. The door locked behind him and would not open again for two and a half hours, when the tension session would be over. There would be oh, so many more.