Appearances Can Be Deceiving

Appearances Can Be Deceiving

The Miniseries, “The Guest.” (I) 

Over, a Chinese dinner, Mike had explained they were going to be house-sitting his friend Bernard’s slave, that Jimmy guy he had ran into previously.

Collin had sat there and gave it a moment to sink in and said, “That guy again, Master?”

Mike said, “I have to keep an eye on him for three days, then it gets a bit more complicated.”

Collin asked, “How so, Master?”

He was currently inside the big, cage made of about a half-a-foot by one-half-foot, in their squares with thick wire creating the cage’s frame. Collin was currently un-clothed and was leaning on the padded floor of the cell. Yet another control thing, and sometimes just random. One of the things Mike seemed to like to do was to place Collin in the cage with the foamy bottom removed. This just left a concrete floor and the bottom thick wires running in squares across it. One only one night meant to sleep that way, with no blanket or pillow and you realized what it was.

Mike had explained once that taking the foam was essentially the same thing as putting someone in some kind of fiendish stress position and then tying them up. The point being is that it made Mike have a serene and happy face every time he made Collin do this. Mostly contrary to conventional wisdom, not so much in the beginning, but Collin would also sleep with the same sort of look on his face those nights.

He was sitting on his bottom with his hands, this time, they had been handcuffed behind his back. He was currently hunched down and waited, he did not like the ideal of a visitor. Mike had explained their weird code to Collin, and he was still trying to see it. All the group they had; the slaves were all considered slaves to them. Amongst the slaves, there was a hierarchy there as well. It was basically based on something like someone earning seniority on a job. So, if someone had been serving longer than you, they were treated in higher regard. Mike had also said he did not pay much attention to it but some of them were real sticklers for it.  This Jimmy had been doing this almost a decade.

The door to the room opened and speak of the devil, the black eyed, mustached Jimmy, came into the room being led on a leash of that giant of a man, Bernard. The big guy snapped his fingers, and Jimmy sank to his knees. The big guy took a few minutes freeing him from his restraint device, then removed the current chastity device he was wearing. He opened the heavy-duty Master Lock padlock that kept the door secured. Then kind of pushed Jimmy inside with him and relocked the door of the cage. He left the room and the door clanged shut behind him as he left.

A minute later he joined Mike and got himself a beer as they watched the image of their respective slaves at Mike’s computer desk.

Mike said, “$10 wager man?”

Bernard said, “What exactly is the wager on?”

Mike thought, “Your guy, legend he may be, but has been at this a long time. Part of his lore is that he is a real cock fiend. Safe money is on, he will see that poor helpless bitch of mine and within five minutes would use his being restrained to help and be sucking his dick.  I disagree however, I will wager he will see an opportunity he cannot pass by. He knows he is going to be here for three days and there will be times he and my hole will be together. He will see it as a cheap easy way, to do a little domination of his own over the next few days. That’s my bet, inside five minutes your boy is either trying to tickle my guy’s tonsils with his cock, repeatedly. Or he does that long enough to get slicked up and is up my guy’s backside, inside of five minutes.”

Bernard was all decked out in his domination gear, which made him look like a special force, storm trooper kind of getup. He was currently eating from a bag of Cheetos and washing it down with a chocolate Yoo-Hoo.

He drained the Yoo-Hoo, and said, “The way I see it, it’s 50/50, my pervert piece of scum tried to suck your poor helpless things winger first. Or my piece of reprobate, shoves his wanger in your guy’s mouth just like he did that last time. Yours is so hot though, and Jimmy likes it. I will take that bet. He will be on your boy’s first, have his mouth all over that.”

They watched as one of the immediate mysteries of the universe was to unfold.

Back inside the cage, Jimmy had walked over and reached around and grabbed Collin’s cock in a death-grip.

He leaned in and licked Collin on the side of the face and said, “Oh, that’s nice. That was rude of me, but you are being handcuffed sort of allows me to be a bit rude, doesn’t it?” He slowly twisted Collin’s hard cock first left than then right, then released his shaft. He let his hand slide down and slowly tightened them around his balls. He licked Collin’s face again and began to squeeze, just not much. Collin was waiting, that did not even register on the Mike scale, but he could feel Jimmy’s breath on his ear.

Collin said, “I have no choice but to ask if I may please suck you cock.”

He was about to say more but Jimmy was already sliding his seven inches home. Once he had it in there and was sliding it in and out, he had never let go of Collin’s balls and now he really did begin to exert some pressure. This caused Collin to pause his breath for a second and Jimmy used that window to get his cock in Collin’s mouth from this angle as far as it could possibly go. He kept the pressure up on the balls and then after a minute began to pull his dick in and out of Collin’s throat again.

He talked heavily like he was whispering under duress, “Oh, get all of that cock boy, it uhm, feels so good.”

Upstairs at the computer station:

Mike said, “I guess you just wasted your ten bucks. My psychiatrist has said nothing about me hallucinating. Therefore, it would mean that what I just saw was your guy clearly stick his dick in my guy’s mouth first.” He took a drink of beer and tried not to laugh doing it. Every time he wagered against Bernard, it was best, to say, the big guy needed to not go within a light-year of Vegas.

Big Bernard said, “That was just dirty pool your crazy fuck, you had that planned. Be honest, you told your bitch to ask him for it didn’t you?”

Beer blew out of the top of Mike’s glass when he laughed. “I cannot tell a lie. Uh, your guy good with up-to-date testing and all?”

Bernard grinned and replied, “No need, he hasn’t had anything else but my big cock to munch on since the beginning of the industrial revolution. That is why we keep it in the circle man.”

Out of that monstrosity of leather, spandex and hard plastics, Bernard managed to somehow produce a relatively normal billfold. He started combing through it for a ten-dollar bill.

Down in the basement, in the cage, Jimmy had decided that his dick had graduated from throat school and had decided to get a higher education up this one’s ass. He was a good looking blond and he was being cooperative. Jimmy had got him on his back with his legs in the air then had mounted him. He spit all over his dick and then slowly worked it into Collin which caused both to moan a little bit. He finally got into place and slowly began to pump his dick in and out of Collin. He picked up to a good rhythm and kept at that, pace.

“That feel good blondie, well on this end anyway, which is what I want. So, that little Hong Kong Phooey, with the monster dick been pounding you, has he? It has not done you any worse for the weather, that is very tight, and I plan on tapping it more than once over the next few days.’

This guy didn’t have the gear like Mike to hit that sensitive prostate gland as hard, but still it was a big dick. It was doing a very fine approximation. His only response was to groan a little bit.

Jimmy picked up on that immediately and sped his pace up a little bit and started to hit it harder.

“Oh, fuck that feels good, Jimmy, our guest the next few days.” Collin was getting warmer or felt like the room had suddenly gotten hotter.

Jimmy spoke, he was breathing harder himself, “Seems like I have a couple of options here Blondie. I could do this just a bit more and then take it out and put it back in your mouth and finish and shoot my load down your throat. If so, your feel good goes away and you don’t bust one. Give me a good reason to keep things going as they are and let you reach out and touch the stars.”

Collin was having a hard time concentrating. He tried anyway, “I will be a, a very friendly host for you-u the next three days and please keep doing that.”

Jimmy licked his lips and did and in almost three minutes to the exact second later, Collin did cut lose and the white cum came blasting out of his chastity device. This thing Mike had him in was made from some material that you would see in a superhero movie. It seemed to be indestructible and completely tamper proof.

Speak of the devil, Mike had come into the room and was standing over the cage looking down on them.

He said, “I swear, you can’t leave you two kids alone without some sort of naughtiness bomb going off. Hey Bernard’s Slave, what happened did the concussive wave of the naughtiness bomb going off blast your dick up my slave’s ass?”

Collin was getting a bit of post-orgasm action going on now as Jimmy was still pounding away, He was hearing what Mike was saying and had a suppress an impulse to laugh.

Jimmy was really winding up and finally he released deep inside Collin, and he felt like he had suddenly solved the problems with physics. He as now moving at the speed of pleasure and it was punctuated each time his bulbocavernosus muscle, caused his penis to undulate and squirt cum. It had really been a while and he had quite a bit saved up and seemed perfectly happy to pump it inside of Collin. He was moaning like crazy as it pumped again and again for an unusually long time.

Collin laid there and could feel it as the organ pumped what it did up inside him, he could feel the spasms. Plus, Jimmy sounding like some kind of ridiculous sound effect from the move, The Exorcist, was a pretty good indicator of what was happening. Collin laid there and Jimmy thought he was looking at him. He was starting past him and looking in the background where Mike stood watching. The orgasm, somehow continued and now Mike was even beginning to wonder.

He said, “Are we already shooting, no pun intended, and did some dumbass switch us to slow motion by accident?”

Finally, Jimmy was finished and slowly collapsed onto the padded flooring of the cage. Mike got Collin out and took his cuffs lose and gave him the key to the chastity device.

Mike said, “I know you need to study, and get us some lunch going. It would seem our guest is already in need of some disciplinary attention. Go up first and shower and get yourself all good and clean. Now, get to it.”

Collin said, “Yes, Master,” and set off to take care of all that stuff.

Mike said, “Bernard’s Slave, do you like the writer Thomas Harris, you know the Hannibal Lecter stuff?”

Jimmy said, “Master, I don’t read a great deal, but I have seen a couple of the movies.”

Mike went on, “My favorite part out of all those movies seems to be somewhat relevant now. The bad guy in the movie says something like, “It puts the lotion on its skin or less it gets the hose again.” He had that evil grin on his face as he unzipped and pulled his penis out and pointed it over the top of Jimmy through the cage. “Problem being, Bernard’s slave, do you see any lotion lying around?” There was none of course so Mike let loose with a good morning piss all over Jimmy from above.

Jimmy could do nothing but sit there and take it.

Mike said, “You are supposed to be like legendary man, the least you could do is to take and open your mouth and try to catch some of it. My slave would be up licking it as the part of it caught by the wire was dripping off and be trying to lick it clean.” Mike thought of Collin doing that and felt a fast rush of heat and blood to his penis. He did not want to get hard, he wanted to get all this big piss out on this guy’s head.

Mike’s final thought was, ‘Touch my slave twice without permission. We could just see how well the next three days go for you, Bernard’s slave, or was that piss head?’

Jimmy had been this was for a time for a reason. He looked straight up and opened his mouth wide.

Mike did not need an invitation, he quickly redirected the stream to where most of it was getting into Jimmy’s mouth, a bit was slashing here and there. Jimmy worked his throat as he worked to swallow as much as he could.

Mike said, “There is always something to be said for the classics and wisdom, gulp it down bitch.”

Mike finished his piss and put his big cock away and yet somehow, one again in one story, against impossible odd, physics either seem to break or bend. As Mike got his naturally attached weapon into a sleek pair of sport shorts and that big bulge would attract most every eye that noticed such a thing.

He told, “Okay, Bernard’s slave, you will find a water hose and some cleaner. This whole room runs to a drain but do a good job and you will, or I will keep you locked in there doing it till it is to my satisfaction.

“Yes, Master.”

House Guest: Later That Evening with Jimmy 

The largest room of Mike’s house was a very surreal scene now which the average person does not generally see. Most people that did see it would think this was some kind of sick slasher movie done by someone like, the dearly missed, Clive Barker.  It had two very different aspects to it; on one hand everyone was acting as if everything happening was normal and supposed to be happening. Once the mind accepted what they were seeing then one almost had to add the element of the absurd, with maybe a little dark humor to it.

Mike was sitting in his reading chair wearing only a pair of gym shorts and was reading stuff online. Down at his master’s bare feet, hands tied behind his back, Collin was bent over, on his knees, and was down low enough to reach master's feet with his mouth and tongue. Mike would usually take a free hour or two to just read and one of the things he made Collin do was, worship his feet as he did. The Maser looked around his computer down at the back of Collin’s head as he worked those feet over very well. He was locked snugly and enclosed away in his chastity device. He was on his knees and had bent his head low enough so he could lick whatever part of Mike’s feet, the Master offered to him.

Mike shifted, and pushed the big toe on his left foot up as far as it would go into his slave’s mouth. Who in kind was skillfully massaging it all over with his tongue. Looking down, the owner of the feet knew many people looked upon this activity a being, close to the dark side. Some just thought of it as a freaky thing people did, but Mike enjoyed making a hot number such as Collin, lick on his feet, suck his toes, just worship them in general. It served as a reminder to his slave that that was exactly what he was. It also felt very good to Mike, every long lick with pressure behind it sent echoes of pleasure through his whole body and made hi dick super-hard.

Then the Master glanced over and saw the predicament Jimmy was in, which was what was making the look somewhat suspect, well, almost weird. Over next to the adjustable chair, up on the ceiling was a hoist suspended by a beam running through specially to hold the weight. On the end of the hoist mount several ropes had been run out and almost mummified Jimmy in them. He had been hung by his ankle’s upside down, and a pointed cap had been stuck on his head that was held on by a rubber band like chinstrap. It was just a plain white pointy cap, with the word, “Dunce”, painted in black lettering on it. Mike had taken one of his sex toys, that was built like a big pacifier, with a 4” dildo on the end of it. He had it shoved it into Jimmy’s mouth and taped it into place. He was not going anywhere or saying anything till Mike decided he could.

“Fuck my slave again Brainiac,’ the master said, and he had to, suppress a moan. His slave was getting good at this, he should, they say practice made perfect. This one working on his feet had discovered over a bit of time and practice where the “Good Spots”, were at that would light Mike up with lust and make his dick throb. He was currently, methodically right on one and lovingly and slowly licking it, and it was lighting his Master up.

Mike looked over at the suspended Jimmy, “Uhm, that feels good bitch, work that area a little longer.”

“Uhm-hum.”

Mike grinned and said to Jimmy, “Well Bernard’s slave, either some pervert, like me, has suspended you from the ceiling by your ankles and put a dunce cap on you. Or perhaps, you may have been a criminal and was caught by the Marvel character, “Spider Man?”  If I see that dude, I am going to tell him that perhaps the dildo pacifier was a bit overboard.”

Jimmy went, “um, um, um.”

The little sadist laughed a little bit, “What was that? Oh, that’s right, the universal translator is burnt out and AT&T can’t get a technician here until Monday. You are on vacation man, just hang from the ceiling and relax, might as well as you don’t have much of a choice.”

He had to stop again as his slave had licked his way over to another nice place and was giving it every bit of his attention. It made Mike’s reach out to hold his balance as a wave of pleasure rolled over him. He collected himself and sat back down. He put his computer on the little reading desk beside the chair, spread his legs wider apart and looked down at Collin.

“Get off your knees and lean up here close to my face, you need some spit, then it is time for some ball work.”

His slave immediately repositioned himself onto his knees facing his Master. He had opened his mouth wide, stuck his tongue out, and had tilted his head back.

‘Perfect, the Master thought, his hot little slave was easily the best one he had had overall thus far. He planned to keep it that way for a bit. He leaned close to Collin’s open mouth and took his time filling his mouth full of his spit. What the little sadist loved so much about this one, always in the past, when he did this kind of stuff to people. The restraints made them sort of cooperate, this one probably would, without them. Mike reached up with his big and powerful right hand and slowly grabbed his Slave’s throat. No pressure much yet, he just wanted to feel the throat as the slave swallowed that down. Every time he felt the throat work, that, also sent waves of pleasure through him, because how in control; it showed he was, and his slave not only does it but he is enjoying it.

He moved the computer aside and leaned back in the chair, so his legs were a bit up in the air.

He told his slave, “New game, it is one I like I just have not used it all together yet. It is very simple, stick your tongue out as far as it will go, you are going to make one long pass. Start at the bottom of the crack of my ass and lick slowly up it, you reach the hole work it a bit, then lick up the rest of the crack and use as much pressure as you can muster as you lick across my perineum area. Stop, when you get to my balls and open wide and I will stuff your mouth full and let you do that a bit. Get to work.”

His slave got into position and replied, “With pleasure Master.”

Master Mike enjoyed adding as much humiliation to things as he could while it was still making him feel so good. The slave began the low slow lick, and it felt better than anyone he had made what he called the “Full run”, had ever made it feel before. The slave had made it to his hole and was working his tongue wizardry and this time it felt like it almost rocked him.

“Oh, oh, fucking-a yes! Just like that and keep it up for just a few and move on up. Miles to go before I cum and miles to go before I cum.”

When the wave of pleasure passed, he looked over at the Dunce, that a creature like Spiderman may have possibly captured. The other slave was just hanging there upside down, in his DUNCE cap watching Collin service Mike. Jimmy had to admit, that kid really worked hard at it, and he was currently doing double time. The little sadist had managed to draw luckily when he ran across that one, Jimmy had yet to see him not completely follow an order, this odd little Oriental guy gave him. Jimmy had been in this game for some time and that kid had a real taste for it. In a way, he could not help but feel a bit jealous as he watched. This kid was way too good for this little sadist, in everyday talk, from society, this slave was just too good for this master. No one had seemed to have informed that slave, Collin, this was the case.

The only one in the room anyone thought of as a full-on Master, was currently having his balls lovingly sucked by the hot number and he was, arduously at work. As HIS slave was expertly sucking his balls, the little sadist, held eye contact with Jimmy smiling at him.

Mike reached down and stroked his slave’s pretty hair and said to Jimmy, “I figured out a long time ago, everyone falls into a lot in life. Mine is to be sexually stimulated anytime I want to, and in any way, by this beautiful cocksucker that, has temporarily switched to another one of his many skills, in this case ball sucker. I must tell you he is currently sucking my balls as if he wrote textbooks on how to do it. Do you want me to have him come over there and suck your balls to demonstrate for you?”

“Uhm-Hm.”

The Master lit up a bong and took a hit off it and replied, “It is just like the saying goes, you can shit in one hand and want in the other, need I say more” The Master could not help but start laughing. Time to let his slave get some more direct negative stimulation, because now he was running hotter than a pool of lava.

He looked down at his slave and said, “Get over on the mat there on all fours, lean forward just a bit to expose your ass and you stay planted, just like that. I will tell you when you can come out of that position.”

Collin moved to comply and as usual when, Master was using him he felt almost drunk, and everything seemed to move a bit slower. His best guess was that it was a combination of things; It was not as bad as before but Master was stingy at times allowing him the sexual release he wanted so badly. What his Master was making him do for him, he had really started to like, every aspect of it; performing the acts, knowing it demonstrated that he had proven to his Master he was loyal and obeyed. He knew his Master liked making him do this stuff, and if he could make him happy and feel good, that was what he had agreed to, it was his place here. He got on all fours and took up the doggie position and leaned forward a little bit.

Mike had gone over to the wall and gotten his favorite paddle and a few other items and headed over to where Jimmy was hanging from the ceiling. As Mike walked by it, he looked at the timer he had going on another iPad. When it hit zero, he would have to let Jimmy down, the little sadist might push the limits at times, but he was not out to cause any permanent harm. He walked up to the upside-down man.

He leaned down and grinned, “Seems like something is missing, I know.”

Mike took two of the meaner looking of his clamps, well this guy, was hardened by the amount of time he had served as a slave. He quickly put one on each of his nipples and walked around beside him.

“Mm, Mm!”

The Master told Jimmy, “I will answer r that just as soon as AT&T gets that translator fixed. Are you familiar with the literary concept of foreshadowing bitch?”

“Mm!”

Mike was grinning and added, “Still not sure what you said, so I will just show you. This is what I am going to do to my slave for a bit before I make him suck my dick and fuck him.”

He unexpectedly pulled the paddle back and landed a stinging blow to Jimmy’s left ass cheek with the paddle with about medium strength.

‘Whap!’

Jimmy’s face turned a bit redder, and he said, “Mm, Mm. Mm.”

The Master waited for that one to wear off and then delivered another.

‘Whap!’

“Mm-Mm!”

Mike walked past him on his way to his slave and said as he passed, “You see, what you just got he is going to get some as well, hence foreshadowing.”

He went over to his slave who was in the perfect position and holding it like a champ. You could bend, turn twist him any way you wanted, and he was limber and always compliant. He had often considered offering the ideal to sites that teach the pornographic courses, which whey conveniently call intercourses. They should have some downloadable fancy .pdf files that were like mini diplomas for things like, ‘Master Cocksucker, Grand Champion Bitch, one that awarded them for having a nice tight ass…etc.…. etc.  His slave was awesome at positions and when he fucked him was like he was made to be pliable.

He got down on his knees behind Collin, got himself set and started to lightly tap on his right but cheek with the paddle.

‘Whap!”

As the master looked on it was as he expected, Collin obeyed to the letter, and he knew that stung because the ass cheek was already an angry red. Mike delivered another solid blow to the other cheek and it too turned angry red. Still not a sound and not one movement, he just kept presenting that ass up in the air to be smacked. So, him being the master, he did this for a bit as every time he landed a solid blow it sent a thrill down his spine.

He made his voice sound soft like he was flirting, “Do you like it when your Master smacks that ass?”

‘Whap!’

His slave took a moment to absorb the stinging pain, “If you like to do it Master, I love it.”

He finally put the paddle down and went around on his knee in front of the restrained young man and had an impulse to do something he usually did not do. He got down and put his mouth close to Collin’s in his standard, ‘I am about to spit your mouth full position.’

He had pure lust in his voice as he spoke, “Open your mouth bitch.”

Collin opened and stuck his tongue out and tilted his head back and got ready for it. Mike suddenly leaned in and put his opened mouth over his slaves and began to kiss him and took his tongue an pushed his back into his mouth with it. He continued and ran his tongue as deep into the slave’s mouth as it would go. He ran his tongue liberally all inside of his slave’s mouth and finally Collin’s correct instinct kicked in. He tightened his lips and began to suck on his master’s tongue. This almost made the tied-up slave’s toes curl; he could not believe how good this was making him feel. It was like someone had started a wildfire inside of him and it was, literally making him break out in a lite sweat. His cock kept trying desperately to get hard and could not because of the cage.

The short sadist was enjoying this much more than he had expected to as well, as his slaves’ lips were warm and inviting. It was quite pleasant, so he sat there and did this for several minutes. He reached around and used a free hand and placed his index finger and slid it in a slot one could open, on his cage, if they had the key from the outside that would allow something about finger sized to enter the cage. He put his index finger inside and began to trace it around and run it all over the head of Collin’s dick. It was trying to harden, he could feel it, but the cage stopped it every time. His finger was making an impression as his slave began to moan deeply. His mind now locked onto this, it was so enjoyable, and it was really an act that in concert with having someone caged, went together like Oreo cookies and milk. The Master finally pulled away and relocked the access hatch he had unlocked on the side of his slave’s cage.

He decided to see how far they had gotten, so he asked, “Okay slave, tell me what you would like to have done to you by me. I am going to do what I want to as I always do, and will, but if you have something good? We will, see?” He stared directly into his slaves’ eyes to watch his expression as he answered.

Collin was hot to the point of meltdown almost. He wanted to give him an answer that he would really like and looked right back into his master’s lust-filled eyes.

His voice was quivering a little bit as he replied, “Master, I want you to run your cock down my throat and make me suck it till you are satisfied. Then put me in whatever position you want, and I would love a good pounding from you. If it is not too much to ask for master, when you get ready to cum, please do it in my mouth and make me swallow it. I want to make you get off right now so badly that it feels like, well I want to do it Master.”

Just the quality of his voice, the desperation to it, the wanting it so badly it sent a shockwave of lust and desire through Mike’s entire body. There were no doubts to him at all now, he absolutely owned this smoking hot piece of ass. This is the kind of fuel that some Dom, or 24/7 master’s like him, it was the stuff or part of it that would fuel them. That had to be the hottest thing anyone had ever said to him, and he knew the slave meant it. He could feel his dick throbbing to his heartbeat, it was time to start fucking something.

He said, “That sounds like a good plan unless I change my mind. We need to get that mouth good and lubricated, so you know what to do.”

His bound slave opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out tilted his head back a little bit. His master took his time as he slowly spit his mouth full, still staring him in the eyes as he did it. He added a great deal of lubrication and then got into position for his dick to be in position to fuck this slave’s mouth. As he shifted, he watched Collin as he slowly worked to get all the spit swallowed down. When he was finished, Mike stepped out of his shorts and put his dick up to the slave’s lips.

The bound young man did not need any instruction, he moved forward a little bit with a wide-open mouth to accept his master’s cock which inside his warm and moist mouth. As soon as the head passed the barrier of his lips, he sealed them and started to work his tongue furiously over the head. He got a good blast of a salty taste; master must be happy to be jetting precum. The slave started began to bob his head as his master continued to just feed him his cock deeper and deeper, finally it was as far in as it could physically go.

This was the first, time that the short Oriental had had one of his slaves literally attack his cock as if he was starving for it. As the smooth head slid in and out of the bound man’s mouth and Collin was bobbing his head, Mike began to rock his hips and was soon, in rhythm with his own personal little cocksucker. It felt so good as it slid down into his tight throat and out of it and the boy had learned to do dark sorcery with his tongue. Now Mike Nakamoto had to finally recognize it, his current bitch had become the best at sucking cock that he had ran into. This little bitch had learned and listened and done everything, just as he had told him to. He was going to use photoshop and make some certificates and start a wall of accomplishments for his bitch. This performance qualified him as being a top-level cock sucking machine. He was starting to warm up, so he pulled his dick up slowly up out of his slave’s throat and withdrew it all the way out of his mouth. His big cock was nice and wet and dripping onto the top of his slave’s head and face. He held it there for a second and just let the excess spit of his slave’s just fall on Collin’s face for about a minute and grabbed his phone and taped it. He needed to cum.

He got up and walked behind his slave and told him. “Flat on your stomach and spread your legs wide.”

As his slave repositioned himself, he grabbed the container on the heating device that kept the warm lube in it and poured a liberal stream down the length of his cock as he got on his knees between his slave’s spread legs. He reached down and jerked it just a little to spread it around, it smelled like cinnamon and felt amazingly awesome as he had poured it on. Then he positioned himself over the top of his slave and lined his head up with his hole and. pushed up against it. There was always a bit of pressure required as his bitch was so tight. It finally gave way, and he started easing it in, then went balls deep and started pounding this slave as he had asked for.

That tight, hot ass made him feel like pleasure charges were radiating through his body. He managed to pound on him for close to ten minutes. About four minutes into it, his slave started moaning like crazy and he grinned and kept pumping.

He nibbled on the back of his slave’s right ear lobe for a couple of minutes as the moans intensified and whispered, “I will shoot cum into your mouth, but first. You have pleased me so much that I am going to allow you to bust your nut as I fuck you.”

“Oh fuck! Thank you so much master, I ah………”

Master just kept ramming his cock into his slave’s tight ass as he was busting his load and did not stop till the moaning changed from pure overloading pleasure, to approaching post orgasmic torture.

Mike’s face was a mixture of; smugness, dominance, ownership, and best of all, pleasure. You are too fucking right he was getting close to Cumming, so he pulled out and went around in front of his slave. He sat down on his bottom and reached down, and grabbed his slave’s hair and elevated his head. Then the master positioned himself up in under so his slave could stay as he was and then he pushed the head downward, and his slave opened without needing to be told. He shoved the back of his head so that his dick went deeper and deeper into Collin’s mouth. Then he grabbed his head in a good grip in both sides and pushed it up and down on his cock. It did not take long, and he felt his whole body lighting up.

He thrusted up with his hips, and pushed his slave’s head down simultaneously and he felt the waves of pleasure as his cock began to pump, that warm mouth around it full of his cum with each spurt. He kept it going till he was finished and then pushed his head all the way down on it and left it there. He may already have gotten off but that tight, throat felt so good.

The slave swallowed every drop of his master’s liquid gold and then used his tongue to start to clean his master’s cock well, being careful not to over stimulate anything that would push him into post orgasm torture. He could look up at his master now and found him staring at him. He had a very satisfied look on his face, and Collin knew he had done well.

Finished, Mike pulled his cock free and got up and stood right in front of Dunce. He had slid a big tub looking thing right under the Dunce cap. He stood up and then aimed carefully and cut loose with a stream of post sex piss that hit Jimmy right in the face and it ran smoothly and drained off there and out of his hair into the tub.

Mike moved his dick around carefully, so the stream of piss covered the entirety of Jimmy’s face. As he watched the stream of from the end of his dick go all over the newly Knighted, Dunce’s face, he said; “That is right bitch, touch my property again without permission.”

What had just happened is what he called, FUCKING, and his bitch would only get better the more experience he got. It was so sweet to be him right now at this moment.