Madness in Massachusetts

Madness in Massachusetts (VI)

We are all Only Human

The night Mike Nakamoto collapsed, Collin had acted as someone that can keep their heads about them should and went to it. He was dialing 911 even as he was leaned next to him and could see he was breathing fine. They had answered, he had explained, identified himself, their address and asked for immediate help. Kudos to all the brave men and women that make this stuff seem routine, yet it saves people’s lives every day. The closest emergency responders, that were classified as first responders, were the MIT university police, that was just across the highway. Two officers and two paramedics had been there in no time, and they called for an ambulance. It had arrived and he had been wheeled away, loaded up and taken to the closest hospital.

Collin realized that the past two and a half to three weeks had not been the most glorious of Mike Nakamoto’s life. Yet he was back home now and if he would not be so stubborn, he would be fine. Mike was perfectly okay to walk, but upon Collin’s insistence, that all patients must be loaded or unloaded with a wheelchair. For the just the fun of it, Mike had let Collin go inside, disarm the alarm, and bring the Francis Dolarhyde wheelchair out to wheel him in.  Mike had got into the thing; Collin closed the car and would come move it to the garage later and into the house they went. Had anyone seen this and been paying attention they may have been, well at least curious. The thing was a hand designed chair for BDSM, or Master and Slave type stuff, so it did not look exactly like a wheelchair.  They disappeared into the house.

Once inside, Mike said, “Damn! I never thought I would so glad to be home.”

The reason the Mike had collapsed in the first place were layered and it was mostly his own fault. He was now an officially diagnosed alcoholic and his A1C running dangerously close to him becoming a Type II diabetic. His constant use of alcohol had caused him to have what, is they said, yes, elevated liver enzymes. His use of cocaine, and routinely getting less sleep to the point of being ridiculous. So, the medical people had put him in medical detox for six days, to ease him away from the alcohol and get him to eating better. His use of cocaine was determined after careful screening to have been determined not to have become an addiction yet. He was warned that continued use of it would. He tested positive for THC, there are many that do, hard to figure out which side has the most. It was like a ninja drug, because some guy you thought was going to create Skynet was a huge stoner in his private life. He just never showed it, and some are not tested, some places they can’t test you, some places don’t care, then there are those that do. The debate rages on. Plus, there is no proof positive that a stoner could not plausibly create something like Skynet. That is if they did not temporarily forget the brilliant run of algorithms, which were totally genius and what made it work. Do not watch some of the classics of the movies or the old 1980’s Saturday Night Live skits and tell me there was not some sort of massive drug use that had to be taking place. Yet they were then I am sure, and even still now, so very funny, and entertaining. It is simply impossible to argue with results, that stands for itself.

Yet there are those that fall to it, even at that level. Mike was just Mike Nakamoto, but he now had to grapple with the effect, of also being an alcoholic. Wasn’t surprising really, he had been allowed to drink regularly by the time he was twelve. Now, though, young as he was his body was complaining, and his health had to come first. He felt alone for a moment and realized he wasn’t, that was different.

On the way home, for the very first time, Collin had laid some rules down. Mike was amazed he would believe he could do such a thing, but he listened anyway. Plus, Collin was cheating, he had been stuck at the green-jello factory all that time and yes, he was sick, and drugged up. These facts did not change the fact Mike as a hypersexual powerful enough to push the Millennium Falcon, from Star Wars to light speed and his always worked. So, Collin talked to him as he drove with one hand, and he had reached over and was rubbing the inside of Mike’s left thigh as he did so. Dirty pool but it does make the nine-ball first.

He had on his low, submissive sound, but the attitude was one of, ‘Don’t fuck with me on this.’

He gently said, “Master, is it okay if I say a few things?” He was rubbing gently and deeply on that leg till Mike was about cross-eyed.

Mike said, “Yeah, sure, move over and play with those balls some through my pants.”

He did and went on, “Well me and the doctor had a good talk, so I did some stuff, it may make you mad. If so, I will own up to it and take whatever punishments you want to dish out. I enjoy it sometimes when you punish me anyway.” 

Mike shifted his seat to give his slave better access to his nut sack. “What did you do?”

Collin continued to massage away, “Well the doctor was concerned with the heavy amount of alcohol that you consume. I mean you had to be detoxed master, so I have removed a great deal of it from the house. I don’t drink it, and beat me, choke me, hang me over a cliff and fuck me, but neither should you Mike Nakamoto, my owner and master.”

Mike said, “I know, I might very well do some of that stuff to you, but it will not be because you said that. It will be just because I am horny and like to do that stuff sometimes.”

They had arrived back home, and Mike had made his slave; strip, go down and get two sets of handcuffs and come back and get on his knees in front of Mike who had freed up the angry, big avenger of his for having to go so long without any. He handcuffed his slave, hands spread apart him (The Francis Dolarhyde Wheelchair did not have a shortage of place to hook them to.  Mike pulled the head of his dick up just below where his slave could lean down to, he was excited. He had a small amount of precum that had oozed out and was just sticking to that big head of his dick.

           

Mike grinned, “Lean down and held the head of his dick in Collin’s mouth a minute so he could do something. Clean that from the end of it good for me, think of it as an appetizer.”

Collin bent down and gingerly got the head in his mouth and used his tongue to start buffing it up good for him. Mike reached down in the side of the wheelchair and there were several things this thing the chair did. He took two small chains that were coiled up inside someplace and connected them both to one of the slip rings that help his slave’s choker chain on him. There was a little wheel like thing in the side of the chair and he turned that, and it started pulling up the slack in the lines connected to his slave’s collar. Soon it was tight, and that would be as far as he possibly could pull off from his master’s dick. This could be tightened all the way down, but it kept them in the right place.

“Suck that cock till I cum, which I want to do very badly so throw out some horsepower, then when you have drained it all dry and swallowed that down. Then I will feel like I am at home so hit it.”

“Yes, master.”

His slave began for lack of more eloquent terminology, began to really suck the hell out of his cock and was not being quiet about it. It had been some time for him as well, and he loved having mis master’s cock in his mouth. Mike moaned a bit already because Collin Smith had learned to be a force to be reckoned with when it came the vanilla arts, the subtle arts, hell all of them when it came to making someone’s dick feel good. At this moment he was focusing everything he had, and he was certainly not sparing anything. Mike was a disciplined master with his somewhat unfair SSRI lengthening the session out trick, but after two weeks. Under this furious assault, he soon found himself jetting his cum into his slave’s mouth as he was going up and down. Sometimes getting off while they are still smoking your dick could feel fantastic too, just a bit different from ramming it down in their throat. Each had its points, and every person was different.

Normally Mike was a grab them on someplace near the back of the head or drive down deep as you can if you are on top, he liked mostly to cum in the throat now. You had to pull out and get one or two spasms in their mouth, to reward them. This time though he let him work it and as he shot his cum and his slave did not let one drop escape, nor did he slow down.

“Fuck, swallow that shit, it is officially good to be home! A powerful cocksucker you have become, you might even to challenge the impossible clock at some point soon. Now that would be impressive.”

Mike was under orders to take it easy for two weeks and he was off from class. Collin had applied at his school for a two-week leave, now that mankind had emerged from the dark ages, mostly, he could ask for the time to take care of an alternative partner. The lady had just signed the form so he would be home, and Mike would abuse it, but Collin would know he was doing what he was supposed to be. Mike’s slave had thought to do this without being asked to, and now Mike was making him wonder why. He was sitting at his computer station splicing and editing some of their latest interesting videos. Poor Collin was made to go naked, and Mike’s ideal of a call button was a thing he had rigged up. It was a small device one could attach to one’s balls (in this case) or anyplace else. It simply delivers a lite shock, that after a while became annoying. Of course, it could be activated wirelessly, but Mike had a thin electrical cord run to it, that was long. You could go through most of the house with it, and when Mike pressed his button, Collin got a small shock.

All of that is immaterial, it is the damn cord that becomes problematic, and Mike must have considered this or read about it. If you were in Collin’s position, who for once was not, “Rigged”, he had to have the use of his hands. Mike had him busy, cooking and cleaning, and imagining him running around with a thin cord attached to his balls and you are always on the move and have size 12” feet. It was true, when it came to most things, Mike Nakamoto was brilliant, when it came to coming up with the simplest things that would always remind you, he was boss and your place here, he was an evil genius. His slave had lost count of the times now he had inadvertently stepped on that damn cord, and it had given his balls a good yank.

Every time it happened, Collin thought, ‘Who the hell trains to have a thin cord attached to their balls and are expected to complete complex physical tasks where you are walking all over the place? I will tell you who, no fucking body!’

Then there was the ever constant:

ZAP!

Which was delivered each time he pressed the button, which was frequently, and Collin suspected on purpose. Sometimes it was for something silly for his dick holding duty during pissing, or a few subservient spits into the mouth to swallow. Other times it was to bring him a ginger ale or a snack or something.

Collin came into the room and kneeled at Mike’s feet and said, “Yes, master.”

He told his slave, “Go get your newest present, I am going to use it on you and then we are going to have a quick talk.”

Collin got up and left with the cord trailing after him as he returned, with a box in his hands, and dragging that infernal cord. He got back on his knees at Mike’s feet.

Mike said, “Go ahead and open it up and have a look and see what you think?”

Hi slave looked at the WWI and in some cases WWII mask, that was meant for pilots and was for chemical warfare. This one had been modified by someone obviously and it looked like good craftsmanship. The thing had one long snout down it at some point, maybe? Someone had neatly shortened that and had left a narrow, it looked loke a black hole entrance. Obviously if you wore this, a person could insert their dicks in them and that led them straight to your mouth, on down in some cases into the throat. One common like this one you would see is called a flesh-light mask. If you looked at much gay porn ever on the internet you would see someone using them. They basically used them to mouthfuck their slave through, and some really got into it. Mike owned several different types of these.

This one also had handles mounted on the side for the person dishing out the mouth/throat-fucking to give them easy leverage. It also made holding their heads in place much easier, he just thought it was hot.

He said, “Wow master, another flesh-light style mask, you are so good to me and original.”

His master smiled and said, “This one is a bit different I want to try it so get ready to suck some dick.”

“Yes, master.”

Mike took a second to fit the thing onto his slave and went around zipping it up. Mike came around in front of his slave who had dropped to his knees. Mike was telling him about this mask versus the others.

“This one is airtight, though I will not be using breath play on you on the maiden voyage. Well except for when my dick goes far enough down in that throat, to cut your air off. It is hardly my fault that I was born with an 8.2-inch dick and at that distance I will easily be deep enough to cut your air as I pump. With this one you must use your mouth more as a guide as with some of the others. There is a tight and dare I say heated and that is no shit. I control it by plugging up to a lightning cord on a tablet. It has its own app you can download it from google play apparently. The army of freaks grows we are far from alone. I can play you music or talk to you as I am going, Now listens up, as soon as the head comes in, use that unearthly tongue of yours to steer It towards the entrance of your throat. Yes, it will be sore tomorrow type of throat fuck you are about to get. Got that?”

Mike did not have his mic turned on, yes there was one down there if the master wanted to hear the squishy sounds of them fucking their slave’s throat. Mike liked music as he was getting his dick sucked, fucking someone, whatever. He grabbed his tablet and logged into the app. In a few minutes, he would be down it that warm assed throat and there was going to be cum aplenty.”

Collin always found this aspect funny about his master. He would spend a fortune an all this elaborate, “Gear.” Would not simply lying on top of one and doing this with them restrained; or what about down on their knees, with the back of their heads held firmly against a solid wall. Was it not the same thing, just his master was a bit more ostentatious and liked all the props. Though he could also get you with the simple as well, he must spend a fortune on all this stuff. If it helped turn him on, well then, his slave would do his part.

This one was going to be broadcast on the internet, so Mike had one of his bluetick hound masks on. Collin thought, well they must be doing kind of a crossover between puppy play and gas mask with the flesh light mask in it, that was just elaborate oral sex. I guess one could call it a fusion, of a sort.

They had never appeared when they were both in masks before so using all that advanced technical knowledge, he was learning, while at MIT. Had taken a cheap piece of posterboard, and with a red marker had written out, “THIS IS COLLIN SMITH, My BITCH!” He had hung that on the wall and then drew a red arrow that stopped at the bottom of the posterboard above Collin’s head.

Mike said, “This won’t be too bad, I want you in a good mood for what I have to say.”

With that he grabbed the handles on the side of the mask, the cameras he had set up lit up. On the screen it said, “Blah, Blah, Blah”, same old shuck and jive. He did notice they had a great many viewers and he liked that. He slowly began to work his cock into the opening on this mask, it had a long, band like thing made of soft material that had flavored lubricant slightly heated flowing across it. From there, it was a little jaunt over deep into Collin’s mouth, and once or twice almost it started good in the throat. It was new, they both adjusted quickly. It took him a bit he had been getting to play much here lately so it had not been that long ago for him. He got it going down into his slave’s throat and started his standard, long-dicking him in the mouth, then into the throat where he would stop sometimes for brief periods and continue. It did not seem to take too long before doing this he had fucked his slave. So, it took longer but they were both equal tasks, it though it may have taken 31:07 minutes before Mike did what was expected.

He pushed on the mask as hard as he could, while inside of his slave’s mouth, it was getting hosed down. This was child’s play for Collin who easily stayed ahead of his flow and cum and keeping it swallowed down greedily and mask. Again, who cared, he didn’t.

 

After showers and some dental hygiene, they were seated on the small love seat over a bit from Mike’s computer desk. Mike looked uncomfortable as they sat. He put his hand uncharacteristically on the inside of Collin’s thigh.

He stated, “I been thinking, and it has bothered me, and I have a solution. I hear you and have heard the driver talk about how awful the hospital staff were to you because we are not related, or married, and our contracts between us have meaning to us, but they do not recognize them. Therefore, since I do not foresee releasing you anytime soon, keep in mind this shows you how much I think of you, but our lifestyle remains the same. I cannot stress that enough, you keep doing as you are. I could order you to do it, but that would not be right, it just wouldn’t. So, I will ask, will you join me in a civil union, with a great many strings, or even a marriage now if you prefer. You will have to choose yes or no, I prefer it, but I won’t make you. Keep in mind, it is mostly in name only and you will have about fifty-thousand prenuptial agreements you will have to agree to and sign, though know this, as well as you have served me and continue to do so if we did have a complete meltdown fallout. You won’t ever have to worry about anything. That is the case if you say yes or no, I take care of those that take care of me. He leaned down and delivered one of his rare deep kisses to his slave.

Collin said, “I will have to think on that one some master if that is permissible?”

Mike said, “You have until tomorrow night this time, so 24 hours from now and I would like to know, yes or no.”

Collin Smith would think on this one.