Madness in Massachusetts

Madness in Massachusetts (II)

The Ask 

In most of the surrounding area of Cambridge, MA, it is always impossible to say what might possibly be going on, it is safe to say however that Mike and his slave, Collin had some interesting ways to study at the same time. They had set up a huge bedroom in the full-sized basement area, and it was very nice down here. There in the center of the room, was Mike’s big bed that had just been moved here, when they had relocated. Mike was on his back near the center of the bed with several books, a notebook and some other junk lying around him. He was naked and had his knees pointed upwards and had his feet resting flat on the bed, which is legs moved a bit apart to provide plenty of room for his slave.

More than a few people might have seen this scene, it might have taken a second or two for their brains to catch up with it. Collin was lying on his stomach, his beautiful, tanned body shining. Mike had him in his usual getup; his hands were cuffed behind his back; he was wearing a chain link style choker chain and there was a relatively tight little chain running from the center of the handcuffs that was connected to that chain. He had several pillows that had been put on the bed that were now under his chest. It had put him up at a slight angle and he was holding a little controller in his right hand. Mike had laid one of those newest generation electronic book, devices, they were like iPads, but many schools went with specific brands. He could see the screen clearly, and with that controller in his hand could do whatever he needed to do as he read the digital book. Mike had it sitting towards Collin on the top of is legs where his knees bent. Collin could underline, change volumes, watch videos and on. He could do all of this and still comfortably suck on both of Mike’s balls.

Mike had said one morning at breakfast, one of the things he hated about their new worlds of school was that they had less time. He missed all that foot and ball work; they just did not have the time for Collin to do. Mike had made a perfect score on the ACT score the first time he took it, so he knew that Benjamin Franklin, once said, “Necessity was the mother of invention.” So, they had come up with some creative workarounds. Collin had to usually be a bit more at a disadvantage on the comfort scale for these, but it was hardly torture. Plus, he liked worshipping the master’s balls or whatever else task he set him to. Collin was also rather intelligent, and he always went to class, and he did the reading as well, he would mark things that might be fuzzy. He did shift his weight around a little bit, often, as had been the case today. When the master had him lay on his stomach like this, he would position Collin’s cock so that it was pointing down towards his feet. His own body weight pinned it down and kept it pointed at his ankles so long as he was hard. Having a mouth full of MIke's balls made him hard. 

It could shift into begin approaching the painful if you laid on it the wrong way. Overall, for the most part it felt good, and letting his master do this to him gave him jollies, he liked that too. He enjoyed pleasing his master, even when he made what was just being talked about move to the definite painful. When he was in this position and Mike would be behind him or in a place to do it, he would grab Collin’s dick in a tight grip and bend it, so it was pointing back even further. He had even pulled it up at a funny angle and edged him for some time that way once. He could be chillingly creative so one never really knew.

It was no wonder Collin was having to stretch, they had been studying all morning like this. He found it rather interesting that if one threw a ball in an arc and ignored friction and assumed standard gravity, he now understood how to easily calculate, if you know how hard it was thrown, the distance it would go. Who gave a shit? What he did give a shit about was his master’s big smooth ball sack and the smooth balls within which even now were creating large amounts of what he jetted out of the end of his cock, when he erupted. He decided to try a different track, his master had been fucking him with his new technique here lately, and he had been told not to, “Rub one out,” as master put it, they did not bother with chastity cages any longer. The master telling him not to was just every bit as good to Collin as the physical chastity cage was and he would not do it. He was perfectly normal for his age, and yes, he wanted to get off as much as anyone, but built into him was a drive to obey first.

He would see what this would get him, “Master, may I speak please?”

Mike yawned and shifted around so he could see him better, “Sure, what’s up?”

His slave looked very innocent, “Master, do you dislike it if I were to disobey something purposefully?”

Mike thought, that was interesting, he even kind of asks permission to not do what he is supposed to. He was sure what this was about, as sexually active as they were, and it had been a few days for his slave, and he was feeling the burn. This was the kind of stuff that Mike lived for.

He said, “Okay study break, what is this horrid infraction of the unbreakable order of things all about? What terrible things do you plan to do?”

Collin was trying not to laugh, “It is very simple master, I was told never to ask for gratification, I never have. It would be very nice if say I were allowed a few moments to remedy things, as it were. I don’t have a lot to bargain with, as I can only ever do as you allow me to.”

Mike leaned up near him and said, “Open.”

Collin opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out and waited. Mike spit several times in his mouth and used his hand placed on the bottom of his jaw to close his mouth.

Mike said, “I am normally solid on this one, the standard reply is to say no and double the amount of time you are currently having to go before I let you cum again. Yet, this is a good time, a lazy Saturday morning to continue your experience in this. Just a bit differently this time, you will love it.”

Mike got on Collin’s back and unlocked his handcuffs and took the chain loose from them to his necklace.

“Go shower, and you are not to play with that quite nice dick, that was once yours but is now technically mine. I do want you to get that big clear bottle of Hibiclens it is called, it is red and smells good. Wash the head of your dick well with it. You can clean it quite well, without blasting your gunk all over the place. Don't wash your whole body with it,  you will trash your flora, good bacteria we have."

Collin had gone down and showered and scrubbed the end of his dick well with the chlorhexidine, yes, he knew what it was. It would have been so easy to have settled the matter right then and there. Hot water, a little soap and a slick hand feels good. His master was a believer, and part of their daily routine now; they both started early, and the first thing was a shower, which ended up being two showers for Collin. Everyone had a go to, during the stages of a morning's wake-up process they went through. First thing, every morning, he, and his master would hit the hot shower first. Collin would wash Mike thoroughly, and make sure it felt good as he did it. This always went the same direction; he would wait to wash his dick and balls last. When you put a hypersexual, 20-year-old man in a hot shower, lather his dick up and wash it thoroughly and then jerk it just a little. Then you are either going to get fucked, or suck his dick, or possibly both, sometimes back and forth, till they have their day started properly by him shooting off in or all over you in some way. He gets out and starts drying off and Collin cleans himself up again. Typical day.

It was several minutes later, and Mike had Collin Tied to the bed in a different fashion now. Of course, It was not strange that someone into what the master was to have a bed with some rigging built into it. He had four straps coming from each corner of the bed. You put a leather ankle cuff on each ankle and attach its corresponding strap. Same deal for the wrists and each strap was attached to a motor. He used a small box to pull the slave tightly down against the bed lying on his back. Struggle he might but he would do little movement this way, and that was important. He had laid out the sterile kit and his sounding kit, His cousin, the pervert M.D. had shown him about all this stuff. This was a safe practice if the person doing it knew what it was, they were doing, and let common sense rule the day. He went in and washed his hands good and then got back on the bed and straddled his slave. He put his dick in Collin’s mouth and watched the slave’s cock till it responded and got quite hard. It never failed.

He had a little kit with stuff and there was a piece of material that was supposed to be sterile on each side. He had put one side on the bed, leaving as sterile a side as it could be, under these conditions. The stuff sat around what his cousin called a sterile field, and he put on the first pair of sterile nitrile gloves. He had the paper of the kit open and the contents out, and his box, of tools. He took a packet, opened it up and told Collin, “Relax.” He opened the packet add took out the towelette that had some sort of disinfectant on it and began to use it to clean the head of his slave’s erect penis with it. Now he waited two minutes and repeated the same process with another packet.

He said, “My cousin and another cousin taught me how to do this, in a safe and effective way. Not quite the same thing as when I inserted a grounding rod into your penis and left you to shock randomly for an hour. This is a bit more direct, and attention grabbing.”

He reached into the kit and removed a plastic covered, sterilized urethral sounding rod. It was in slot number 1 and was long and made of metal but did not have a very large diameter. Mike had even sat some of his heated lube, that had really been heated, and kept stored sealed. He pushed the plastic free of the rod and dipped the tip of it into the heated lubricant. He was slowly fucking his slave in the mouth beside him, and it was keeping his dick nice and hard.

The master grabbed his slave’s penis and held it steady and positioned the sounding rod to be inserted, into place.

“Take a deep breath and hold it for a minute, this will sting, it will get better.”

He placed the rods tip and inserted it into Collin’s urethra via the opening at the end of his penis. It was well lubricated, and he was slowly working it deeper and deeper. He got it most of the way down and stopped and just left it there for a minute.

Collin went, “Ow,” as he inserted it a couple of times.

Mike had started a satellite radio set to heavy metal as he removed the rod from his slave’s penis. There were a few tricks to doing this safely, and Mike followed them all. He followed strict aseptic technique, to cut the chance of an unwanted UTI, down to a very low percentage. If that happened, he already had some Amox-Clav which his cousin had prescribed to him, with Collin in mind. You kept it as clean as possible and he would be doing some different stuff, but the important thing was to remember, the tissue inside the urethra was sensitive but it was also much thinner than other tissues than one normally dealt with. So, even strokes, with smooth instruments and use the right sized rod.

When done properly this could be quite stimulating, the body is a funny thing when one learns enough about anatomy and physiology some see it. The cells he was ultimately going to be stimulating inside of Collin’s urethra was tied in with the same circuitry in the central nervous system which was with the guy sitting on the phone with fire control. The prostate and all that mess, one starts trying to learn the name of some of all those individual nerve clusters and then you are like, what? In a great many people, Mike was skilled enough at doing this to cause his slave to have an orgasm before he was done. Mike really liked doing this, it could, as it would today, be wonderful, with small jolts of pain in the beginning. Alternatively, it could be used to really hit some limits with.

He had heard a kind of rule about this practice that, pardon the pun, sounded about right to him. If there was anything about doing this one did not understand or had not been trained to do. In an ideal world, people would not. It only takes five minutes of watching any news program, to know ours is not ideal. So, people do this practice, sometimes unwisely, that was not Mike Nakamoto.

Mike finished with the #1 rod and selected what he suspected he needed, a #3 he was good at this.  He dipped it into the warmed lube and covered it liberally, and then got it in place and started working it down in there. The pain again was sharp, but this happens in a gazillion medical settings all over the place, so it smarts for certain, but it will not end your world. Mike got this rod at close to where he judged well before he would reach the entry of the bladder. He would know if he did because pee would fly all over the place. This did not happen, and he got the #3 into place and let it just sit in place for everything to adjust.

Mike had angled around to where he was more on top of Collin, as he was beginning to add some leverage for what he was about to do. He slowly pushed his cock down into his throat which was easy facing this direction. He got hold of the rod and began to move it up and down, sliding the #3 sized head up and down the inside the length of the urethra and those cells are super sensitive. So, for a brief time, it is like a fighter pilot taking the highest G turn he had ever imagined, but the cells would adjust and begin to hit on those same nerve clusters, that are on the phone to fire control. So, even as Collin sounded unhappy for a second, Mike did not stop what he was doing and now the story was changing.

His slave said, “Fuck, that feels really good, but it is a different good than other types.”

Mike had started to fuck Collin in the mouth quite avidly, at times pushing all the way down and holding for a second. All the while he kept sliding the sounding rod up and down the length of most of his slave’s urethra. He never, stopped or changed the rhythm, he just went on and on. There was a downside to it, this process, he could already tell this was going to fire Collin’s cannon which is what he wanted to happen. With the amount of time, he was having to go, tomorrow his slave was probably going to notice it every time he peed, because this would cause a bit of inflammation and in turn the burn. The tissue grew back quickly and all would be well. It did give him a thrill to know that every time Collin felt that burn tomorrow, it was because of what he was doing to him now. In his mind, he won out doing it because it was now and was about to make him feel so good that it will be worth that bit tomorrow.”

If he ever got into one of his wicked moods, he could do stuff like thoroughly sound him for say three days in a row, once a day. In those conditions it is a bit more painful every time you do it. If he was beyond even that, try three days, twice a day, which could come close to happening. After a certain amount of inflammation, it becomes hazardous, so pain, not injury.

His slave went, “Oh that is starting to feel really good master.” Mike had temporarily taken his dick out of his mouth so he could get a bit better angle. Get ready for a mouthful of Mike juice he thought, and he put it back in his mouth and began mouthfucking him again. His slave had locked on and was generating enough suction that might make some of the aerospace people rethink things. He was not overdoing it; he was close to finding the perfect average amount. He was nailing it, and Mike was taking his big Cock and nailing that tightness and suction he was graciously providing. All the while steadily running the rod up and down the length of his slave’s penis.

From underneath him Collin went, “Uhm-Mm-Uhm.” His legs were shaking, and he was finally getting the release he had wanted. Cumming this way is an intense experience which is hard to describe. He was super-extra busting a nut, and his body was being slowed down a bit by the fact thee #3 sounding rod was taking up most of the space in the urethra. There was still room for the cum to come oozing out, it was just more slowly and running down his cock, instead of bursting all over the place. Collin got the full sensation of coming he could just feel his machinery that shot the cum out straining to push it all out. It still felt amazing.

As Mike continued to pound his mouth and was running his dick down into his throat freely, he grinned. He watched as the cum ran thick from the end of his slave’s dick. He knew that was making him feel good.

He was looking at the sticky mess that Collins’s cock had become and said, “You dirty bitch, you done went let your goo run everywhere. Oh, that is really starting to feel good to me by the way.” He carefully removed the sounding rod from Collin and dropped both in a tall container of disinfectant. He was going at a good rate, sorry if it gives you a bit of a sore throat bitch. You got yours, now I get mine, was the motto. He was also able to reach down and grab hold of the top of his slave's cock in a strong grip, what he had just done did not stop one from becoming sensitive, so time to slide his hand back and forth over that sensitive head with a deliberate pace. 

It did not take but around ten minutes of this and study break reached its apex as Mike shot his slave’s mouth and throat full of his cum, spurt after spurt.

“Oh, but that did feel good slave, consider yourself punished, for the most part. I want authentic General Tso’s Chicken for dinner tonight. That Japanese/Chinese cooking elective was a good choice, and your wontons are already super. Speaking of which, let me unlock you, so you can make us some lunch. This is not working out too bad, we lay and study, till we recharge and then I do something else fucked up to you that gets me off. Today was okay, but no more asking for that really, you will get that as I decide you should.”

He had been freed, “Understood master,” Collin hopped up, put on a robe, and went to see about making lunch for them.