Appearances Can Be Deceiving

Appearances Can Be Deceiving (10)

The Swap Out

Not to readers, I decided to split the respective nights each pair has into two separate stories. It would have been too much story for a single chapter. The first will primarily cover Bernard and Collin, I am working on Mike and Jimmy's when I get time. That should be interesting.

Please Enjoy 

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Mike was in a having a deep philosophical conversation with his slave, was currently worshipping his feet, as the master would spit on them occasionally. Mike was relaxed, half high and his slave’s magical tongue powers were not just mutually inclusive with only his cock. He was very good with it wherever he applied it. As Mike was a sadist, as well as a 24/7 master pervert, he was also a nerd. Highly intelligent and for his age extremely well read. He considered his slave as he added some spit down to his feet, he was currently seated in in computer chair. Watching the back of his slave’s head as he moved it around as he diligently worked.

He continued his point, “As I was saying, many would look at how I had Jimmy in highchair a couple days ago with a baby’s bib, and a sippy cup. Most would think of that and believe I was some sort of sicko clown; they could be right. The point is, Jimmy craves, to the point of it being a kink to be humiliated. In society this is viewed as negatively, or there must be something wrong with him. Now, take a perfectly average straight guy that finds it very enjoyable to passionately kiss their wives, girlfriends, whomever. That feels good work that spot a while.”

“Uhm-hm.”

He continued, “So you have a straight guy that loves to kiss girls, they can tell you what the sensation is like for them, but they can’t tell you where the drive came from. They just have it, and it starts the engine. Now, imagine things suddenly changed to where all societies viewed kissing as tabu. You have guys that still love it and do it, but society starts throwing words like pervert at them. Yes, I humiliated Jimmy by doing that but to him it is a huge turn on in that case. The difference between me and what most people walking around and like to call themselves as, “Normal Society,”: I recognize reality, am honest about who and what I am, then I actually act on it.”

The slave Collin was still being very thorough as he worked at what he had been told to do. It was still early in the day for them, so it was surprising when the phone rang. He continued to shine on his master’s feet as he answered the phone.

“Hello, you have reached your worst nightmare, me.” It was said so flatly it was hard for the handcuffed Collin not to grin a bit.

He did not put on the speaker phone so he could only hear half of the conversation.

“Oh, hey Bernard. How’s it going man?”

The slave worked one sensitive spot for a while and then slowly licked his way to the next taking his time. It was like using a weapon of mass destruction of sensations on his master cause his voice sounded funny as he talked.

“No Bernard, the reason my voice sounds funny is because I am talking to you from the surface of Mars. My slave is getting some of his daily foot worship in, uhm, what can I say he is gaining skills. I am sorry that is to be the case, we will have to have an official farewell party. I know we are friends Bernard but that is a big ask. Though it would give me a full night with Jimmy, he has been on my mind often as of late. I really want to say no Bernard, but you are a good friend, so yeah. This evening till the following evening it is then. Do you want me to send cars?”

Collin was busy sucking toes one at a time and the master moved his foot angle to assist as he listened. He was very much locked in on what his slave was doing, his temperature might be close to denaturing DNA by now it felt so good.

Master finally said, “Okay it is settled, I will have, who I still must talk to about this, to you at say 4:00 P.M. A car will show up around an hour prior to collect Jimmy. There are few others I would do this for, but it is not many. I will have the drivers return everyone back to the right place the next evening. Have mine ready go by say 8:00 P.M., on that one I can just send one car. Return the reformed Jimmy to you and bring my property back to me. I will see you at the party that you know I am going to throw you.” A moment of silence, “Yeah we will work that out.”

His master said, “You can move on up and do some ball work now, and you may very lightly bite, carefully. You have been getting better at that, I want you to get even better bitch.”

“Uhm, hm”, Collin said as he left the foot area and started to lick up one of his legs towards the new target.

Mike was about to jump out of the chair, no one had ever done anywhere near as close that unbelieve at doing that. Right speed, very slow and patient, what this young man did for him every day like this stuff though to many would become routine. This one, his slave, seemed to make it better and better every fucking time. A part of his sadist/gay man parts of his mind struggled and he had to ask himself a question. ‘Was it possible his slave who had little to no control? Always obedient, an arsenal of skills to wilt the best of them. Was it possible he was enjoying this not only as much but maybe even more than he was? Admittedly, that did seem plausible, he would be doing some more reading,

He changed track and stepped more into his sadistic side and would just hit him with it. In the end all that really mattered to him, was that it felt good to him. So long as one kept one’s priorities in order, it generally worked out. The fact that Collin was obviously loving the role he was being molded into, was a pleasant bonus.  

With a full mouthful of balls his slave listened.

He was matter of fact, “Here is the reason, and what is going to happen, so just accept it.”

“Uhm-hm.”

“My friend, to you master Bernard, does some kind of engineering on oil rigs or some shit like that. He has been assigned to something and could be gone for some time. He gets a farewell party from our little group and can ask a favor of a friend. It is just the way our little thing we have setup works. Damn it why did everything always have to seem so complicated and hard? His, and again my best friend’s favor, is he wants to swap a night, you with him, Jimmy with me.”

Collin hesitated but finally went, “Uhm-hm.”

Mike said, “Get up here and suck me dry, don’t spare the horsepower.”

His slave licked his way and began sucking his dick, which was another ability he seemed to have in abundance. The master found it useful from time to time and leaned back in his chair and let him work it.

“I know it won’t be much consolation, but if we were not such friends I would not agree to this easily. In the end, you are property if I become fond of you or not. So, you will spend later tonight with Bernard. Play that cock flute with some noise if you understand and that is the way it is.”

“Uhm-hm.”

Under the furious assault, Mike lasted about eight minutes and rewarded his loyal slave with a mouthful of his cum.

 

Later that evening, just three minutes later than planned because of traffic, the Mercedes pulled in front of another big house, but this was more solid, natural looking. It was a big brick house and seemed to be sitting off to itself out in the sticks. Collin got out of the back of the car and a smiling, a very handsome bulk of a man, minus all the Klingon/BDSM/Storm Trooper look he usually had going. He was carrying a 5-gallon bucket and his big boots had fresh mud on them.

As he walked up, he said, “Sorry guys, fucking waterline burst, so I had to dig it up and fix it. Driver, would you please take his stuff and sit it inside the opening of the front door. It is unlocked and have a safe drive back.”

“On me slave.” Collin was not sure what to do.

Bernard said, “Oh, I am just so used to Jimmy, that just means walk with me and stay close.”

They went around and master Bernard showed him the grounds and it was a lovely home. They got back to the house and Bernard put his stuff in an upstairs room he came back down with a case of stuff.

He began, “For starters, you can just refer to me as master now, sir even cuts it with me. As of now you are mine until you get in that car tomorrow evening at 8:00 PM. Now take every stitch of clothing that you have off. You see those two-shopping bag like things over next to the stairs, you can put all your stuff in those. When you get all of that packed away come to me and get on your knees.”

“Yes, master,” and Collin went to work to make all of that happen.

As the young man undressed and packed his clothing away, Bernard had poured himself a drink of bourbon. His eyes really liked what they were intaking now and so did his cock. No wonder Mike was so protective over this one. Man, they were not kidding about him being a furious storm of obedience, he was very efficient and coordinated.  In a surprisingly short time, anyone of Bernard’s persuasion and role, that did not like what he was looking at. His question to them would be WTF? Bernard had been around a while, so Collin’s youthful appearance did not bother him. He had seen guys in their 40’s that looked more vibrant and younger than a small group of people, say, 17.  He was a legal consenting adult, bottom line.

He took zip ties out of his bag and walked behind the kneeling slave.

“Cross your wrists behind you.”

“Yes, master.”

He got down and master put them on their good and snug, they were not going anyplace. He then pulled out a couple of nipple clamps that one would look at and might get nervous.”

They were just standard with the bonus of two small fabric hearts that would dangle off whomever they were attached to. Which would be Collin, ‘Ow!’, it could have been much worse. The slave would not be surprised someday to see Mike wheeling in some sort of hydraulic press. The strength of these were quite weak to the ones his master used sometimes. These were almost perfect as they squeezed just enough to get that pleasure response going on, and only painful for the first few moments after application.

He said, “Just hang out where you are, bitch.”

“Yes, master.”

He went about setting up a few web cameras at various angles of the base of a carpeted staircase leading to the second story. He had undressed, folding his clothes neatly to the side. What popped out, let Collin know he was in for some kind of night. He was not quite as big as Mike’s, but it was still big and girthy. He took a blue, lightly tanned in some places, and a dark muzzle; It appeared to be a dog mask, and he could clearly see master’s eyes looking at him out of it.

He spoke and you could hear his voice quite clearly, “Man, I have several sized masks, you are more than welcome to one. Just a thought, with all the video of you Mike has been throwing out. At this point I am not quite sure, which would get you the most hits; Putting you, with the caveat of porn in it, and possibly say something of historical significance, say the sinking of the Titanic. You may have more views then all the stuff about the Titanic they have done. Point is, it is more comfortable without the mask, and you are already a well-known entity. It makes no difference to me man?”

Collin said, “I don’t need the dog mask, I already know what people will think about me. No matter where and who you are master, show your face and look people in the eye. Thank you for giving me the choice.”

“How can you truly obey someone if you don’t trust them? So, when I start my feed, you are going to be my nice little bitch that obeys right?”

“Yes master, I am not Jimmy and will give you no trouble.”

He went over and logged into a pc, that was connected via video relay for all the cameras. It was the same setup his master had; Mike just had a lot more of it. After he logged in and got the countdown started and stood in front of a kneeling Collin. In a way it was, well different, Bernard was a big and muscled up guy who was wearing a dog mask. Collin was aware of this fad, though he had never participated in such. He thought it was great there were people that enjoyed this. He could just not stop his brain from thinking his master, for the night, looked like a big muscled-up school mascot.

Then what was swinging from master as he was not a grower, so yeah, some work to do.

Bernard said, “Ten seconds, I sound rough and can be rough, but you will be perfectly fine.”

The lights clicked on, and Bernard seized him by the jaw with a big hand and held his head up a second, so they had eye contact.

The master said, “It would appear as if we were going to have to get me stimulated a little bit.”

He spit all over the end and center of his hanging cock, by holding it out. Yeah, there was a strategically placed hole in the mask for that. Apparently, someone had thought of it, and they just had nasty thoughts. He watched Bernard spit all over the over his cock. To Collin, there was one indelible fact, these people he was not associated with really seemed to like to spit a great deal.

He set one foot up on a stair and said, “Lick that all off there like you are a little bitch that just got a lollypop. I think something might happen, let’s just, see?”

Collin gave the automatic yes sir, and leaned forward and put, apparently his deadliest weapon, his tongue to work. Was it ever getting results the master was preparing to charge the windmill.

Bernard thought, ‘For fuck’s sake! That usually took Jimmy two sometimes three minutes work.’ This young man had a supernatural tongue, and he did not robotically go through the mechanics of the act. He went at it like it was a narcotic and he was addicted to it and had to have it. It was as erotic as fuck, and he was starting to warm already.

He pushed his big dick into the right position, “Suck that cock bitch and show me how good you are.”

He had sat in biology class and watched a video of a species of snake located in the southern United States, called a king snake. Their natural prey was other snakes, and as he watched that video, it reminded him of what he was doing now, working his lips around this big cock, and he had looked around the classroom to make sure no one was looking at him. He had locked his lips around his master’s dick, and he just usually got to the point unless told otherwise. It took some work, you had to approach these thick ones differently. In no time his lips were resting against his master’s pubic region. Either because it felt good or out of reflex, when he got it all in the big master grabbed the back of his head and held him in place.

The sensation of that tightness caused ripples all up and down Bernard’s spine.

He said, “Hold it just a bit longer cocksucker, then I am going to let you work.”

Bernard let his head free, and Collin pulled back for a second where he could breathe and deal with the thick saliva someone doing that to you causes. He got his breath down and was set to work. He began to suck the big man’s cock. He did not hold anything back he figured if he was going to have to do this all the time. Might as well be good at it and enjoy it. That bending effect he could have been happening to master Bernard right at this moment. It is possible he may temporarily have exited his body via astral projection. People could not see the look of sheer pleasure on his face behind his dog mask or notice his eyes had glazed over.

Finally, his mind cleared a little. He said, “You have done a fair job of sucking my dick. I will let you do that for a few more then I think I am going to fuck you on the staircase. We will be back in a few viewers, and I am going to fuck this hot thing.” He reached over and patted his slave on the head like he was an animal. What was up with those guys with that?

Master Bernard had hit a remote that had stopped the feed momentarily.

He said, “You know me, and Mike never discussed if there were off limits things or the wish you would not do that?”

Collin was not sure what to say, “There was really no such negotiations, though my master did mention he was not into individuals that find sexual gratification in crapping on one another. Or one on the other? I don’t know about that stuff. Many things in this world I have not been exposed to yet, though he does like me to watch quite a bit of pornography. Think of new things, try a new technique, that. Sorry, master I am rambling.”

“You need to get into place, go up the fourth step and get on your knees, rest you head on the step where it lands. You can moan, cry, yell, do whatever, if at any time you say stop, I will do so. You are my slave tonight and I am going to fuck you, it will hurt, you bet but I am not out to cause injury. Hit those steps bitch, don’t waste any time.”

“Yes master,” he replied over his shoulder and kneeled on the fourth step and laid his head on its side on a couple above it. He was in perfect doggie position and Bernard walked up and got on his knees, with one foot sitting one level up from the other for leverage.

Master Bernard, in his dog mask was ready for action and spit all over his big cock and spread that around He reached his hands up and spread Collin’s cheeks wide and spit some on his hole. Then he leaned forward and could have been far worse had he wanted to as he got it inserted and all the way into the slave. He let it stretch a bit and started to slowly fuck Collin. He was going to have to concentrate on this one, because the act alone of getting his dick to slide all the way home had almost set off his ammo stores. Fuck! This one, was so tight, that crazy assed fucking Japanese friend of his. Did they come up with the technology, sort of like what scientists do with the molecule THC, they just took out most of the bad properties and enhanced all the good ones. That was it, Mike had to have somehow enhanced this little fuck.

He fucked the slave enough to jolt the slave each time, but not enough to cause paralyzing pain. Mike and Bernard were like a tag team. Mike could take his big cock, and its perfect curvature to it and wear your prostate out. Bernard had such thickness, anatomy and physiology would not let a prostate escape from that one. So as master, popped him hard, his traitorous nerve cells in his prostate were giving it up. Master Bernard was going to make him cum.

He managed to get out, “I am getting close to shooting off master may I please do so?”

Master said, “Not only can you but you are going to.” He just sped up and that was very short game, set, and match for Collin. His cum shot all over the hardwood material of the stairs and he felt totally as if was temporarily in that other place.

Bernard watched a monitor that showed the cum spurting out of the end of the slave’s dick, and that finally did it. His body lit up as he started blasting off inside of that tight ass. He had really cut loose with a load this time, as he had been preparing for this. The video part ends with master Bernard delivering a mid-strength, open handed slap to his slave’s right ass cheek.

He said, “That is right boys and girls, the, “The Big Bang Master: Has conquered yet another bitch for your viewing pleasure. Next time.

He killed the feed and sat down to equalize. He looked over at the source of his good feeling. Collin was holding his position and he had shot so much cum up into him it was slowly leaking out from below him. He stirred a little bit again, some more work for him to perform. Master Bernard and Collin would do much more that night. They both enjoyed it from the relativistic roles they each fulfilled. Question was, wonder how Jimmy was doing with a somewhat displeased Mike.

 

Might want to catch that one.