Appearances Can Be Deceiving

Appearances Can be Deceiving (12)

The Chain Circle

Mike and Collin were out in a large area behind the house and Collin loved it. About twenty feet’s distance from the main back door, one could walk out and there was a huge pool, that was surrounded by a privacy fence. It was kept secured unless in use to avoid the unthinkable; some smaller child that lived nearby slipped their parents and got into it. The other was that it provided complete privacy, possibly unless overflown by a small private plane. Who knows if they noticed all the wonderful things, he did to his slave out here. He did not believe that they issued pilot’s licenses to the underaged. It was constructed so that when it was warm, as it was now, it was open. Yet it also had a modular unit that went with it, that when assembled correctly, looked very nice. The pool was capable of being heated, so where they were located, it was nice to have.

Collin had stopped soccer and began to swim as often as he could as he was good at it. Slowly, it had an effect, and he began to tone in more interesting ways which were more appealing than even before. He was currently beside the pool giving his master some of his best ball work to date. His master had raised place that was not high, that was part of the way the pool had been constructed. He would take a nice lawn chair, point the end section down at a 90-degree angle and have that right at the edge of it. He could then comfortably lay there and then; the standardly rigged slave could get on his knees and have comfortable access to what they needed to.

At this moment, it is shown in pornographic movies, small films on the internet, written about and could possibly have been declared so many times. If one tried to have a supercomputer calculate just how many, it, and the building it was housed it might possibly blow up. The slave, with help from his master had slowly gotten the master’s entire ball sack and two balls into his mouth. Many may get most, some may think they have but are a bit off. Collin did, he could not physically, by the structure of his mouth, get any more than he had of Mike’s, not so small as one would think if you just saw him on the street, balls in his mouth. He housed them comfortably there and made sure he was relaxed enough not to cause him any discomfort. Then he would lash out with the magical tongue with a vengeance.

A sexologist or even your general family doctor would tell you that for people that were not into it or whatever, it matters not. If people that have your partner regularly doing it, this would for one feel good, and cause one to make you produce more ammunition. It is commonsense, those cells are numerous and sensitive so, if stimulated regularly would feel good and make the little devils work overtime.  That is why sometimes when Mike let go with it, on a monitor many would be sure he was one of those that had a hidden squirt bottle the camera angle excluded. They never really knew that it was usually all Grade-A Mike. His family did come from Japan, and those islands were formed by volcanic eruptions.

Mike said, “Is it true? That smartass comment I am always making about calling my cock and balls a narcotic. Did you hear me? Are you high currently?”

The slave had been lost in his place he loved, “Uhm-hm.”

“Anyway, move up and suck my cock nice a slowly, then I got an obedience test for you, and I want to see where we are.”

The slave did as he was bid, it did not take his master much convincing to do the exercise now. So, Mike had told him to follow him, had got into the pool at waist level. Mike stood right beside him and started his lecture.

“You know I am intense, but safety, even if your nether regions are telling you differently listen to the other one when I do stuff like this to you. Your feet are not bound, and you will easily be able to stand at any time. The point is to see if you won’t till, I want you to. Very simple bitch, when we start, I want you to kneel to the bottom of the pool. I will place the top of my hand on the top of your head and just use enough force to hold you steady. If you go to stand, I will not prevent it, when I simply remove my hand, immediately stand up. I am not going to use increasing time intervals; it will be how long it is. If you must step out, I will not be upset. So, it is basically to see how long you will endure this, because I want you to. Hit it bitch.”

Collin took a few deep breaths and sank down, immediately his master found the top of his head and helped steady him onto his knees. It was as he said he had just been steadied, and Collin began the thought process he underwent as he dove into the pool and went across it and then all the way back before coming up for air. He had to been told to improve, he had improved. Above him, Mike had noticed this and watched it often and did some timing in the process.

Mike did not actually understand this drive he had to and here he had bowled and gotten two things he extremely liked; one was obvious, breath play, but the larger and more powerful here was to show how much in control of he was of Collin. Much of this would be pleasurable for Collin, what they were doing was child’s play to him, but he liked to be controlled as much as Mike liked doing it. He was watching his stopwatch as it displayed away the seconds.

Down in the pool, Collin patiently kneeled and waited. He was thinking of the fucking fiendish watch thing master had given him. There was still a small part of him that held out a few things, it is much suspected that all people do. That fucking little zapper was aggravating as fuck especially when it was set to random. He really did not want Mike to know it was that bad or it might trip his sadism claymore of his. Then he felt the master release him and he stood up. ‘Really.’ He thought.

His master said, “Get the O2 back up.”

Mike knew that the average person could hold their breath anywhere from 30-90 second’s base. Add then swimmers jump up to one hundred-twenty seconds on average. That is if you do it occasionally, if it is part of your daily workout routine some people could go for very long periods. He had seen something on an episode of National Discovery, according to that in some parts in the world where people that were diving for pearls could do that for ten minutes. Mike’s sarcastic side thought, ‘Who the fuck are those people? The Man from Atlantis?

He had his slave back on his knees in the pool as he thought about this. He knew what he could take, and the two minutes would not be hard. He could probably double that, but goal was three minutes and that was good enough for that. They had reached the three minutes and it had not taken too long and the master had let him work on his breath capacity by popping under being held but stood up frequently sucking him till he shot. He kind of liked having his dick sucked when the slave was underwater. It took a bit longer but the temperature differential between the heat of the mouth, then it is sliding out into the cool water around it. He got an evil grin on his face and thought, ‘One of those ten-minute guys could annihilate anyone of his friends first time down.’

Collin had really like growing to do this so, if it was underwater in the pool, in the kitchen, the roof, the surface of Mars (with a funky made pressure suit.) he was taking care of business. It was soon over, and on whatever trip down it took, Mike was emptying into Collin’s mouth.

He moaned his response and held him down long enough to drain and clean it well. He pulled him up and they were done here so he led his slave over so they could have a drink. He got his keyring, which looked something out an early Wes Craven movie and removed Collin’s restraints.

He told him, “Mix us a couple drinks, dealer’s choice and then let’s have a talk.”

Collin made Mike a rum and coke and just made himself an iced coke he sat them down and sat down on the patios surface.

The master stopped him and told him, “Take the seat next to me.”

He did and waited. This was not usual.

The master looked at him and said, “What if I told you, if you wanted to, you could leave here. I would even give you money for a place and all, you could get a job. If those Russians even looked in your direction, with my family, it would be tough shitsky Ivan. This town belongs to my family, and they fucking know it. Or you are equally welcome to continue to stay here and things go on as they are? Either way, you will continue to go to school, I could just say staying here and not having to work and do that would be easier. I am afraid that would be somewhat disingenuous of me as you work hard here already.

Collin had not been hit with this one yet, he was right he was unique. He did not pause because he was tempted to leave, it was that he had just never really considered it.

He asked Mike, “What would you like me to do master?”

Mike took a big gulp of his drink, “No, this time, leave me out of the equation, there are two choices. You must prefer one over the other, which is it?

Collin thought, and said, “I would choose to stay here master, what can I say? Your sparkling personality won me over.”

This was not a usual Mike question, but he fucking wanted to know. Yes, if Collin had asked to leave, he would have done everything he had said. For some reason he had been very glad he had chosen that one. He drained his drink and asked for another one. Collin got up and started mixing his drink and was back in a few minutes. This time he took his place at his master’s feet as they were lying slightly off the end of a beach chair.

Master said, “You can get some foot work in while I talk about a bunch of horse shit is what it amounts to.”

Collin got into place and went to work with his usual precision and vigor.

Mike went, “Hum-uhm, I see that much like the Chinese you are developing new military technologies. Apparently, now you can seem to hit those spots at will and don’t have to search for them. That is an evil tactic.”

“Well, my supposed new best friend inside the chain circle is to you, master Richard. To me he is the reason they are going to have to account for altering the standard model of physics in order, to account for stupidity being a major force in the universe. All just because he exists, you don’t need much more reason. Remember I explained to you about how things are placed in hierarchies.

Allow me to try this another way you know we have that order that I sort of briefly explained. It sounds like something out of a fucking John Wick movie; we call ourselves, The Chained Circle. It has been around a bit, long before you or I were on this scene.”

The slave was using one of his new variations of a pattern and he worked randomly moving from one toe to the other. He was listening, “Uhm-hm”.

Well, like any other social group, they have traditions and ceremonies. You have moved up enough to be second rank, and the tsunami of fucking protocol and stupidity, Richard want’s an informal, party type gathering here. It is nothing crazy, it is just a party, where we live. Yes, there will be sexual activity once the drugs get flowing but for the most part everyone will be cool. The masters of the chained circle are a select group of people. I am sort of the outcast seeing how my family is from a major crime family, but my money spends as good as theirs, I just have more of it then they do. Plus, if I offend a friend of theirs, I might get a phone call. They offend some of the worse members of my family, then somebody’s car might blow up. I don’t approve, you don’t get to pick your family, and I was not the first exception.

Collin was really concentrating on his task and trying to make it feel as good as possible. A party? It had been his experience those sorts of things ended up going not so well for him.

Mike went on, “It will be a very nice party, unfortunately at the end of it, as a tradition, I am going to lock you in your birdcage and submerge you into hot boiling oil. Most people can survive it from five to seven minutes.”

Collin looked up at him and his face was completely impassive as he had just reported the weather.

He went, “Uhm?”

Mike grinned, “Well, it will be a nice party, I think we will skip the ceremonial death by burning someone in oil this year. It won’t be anything crazy, we don’t like to have a group orgy or the like. Most people will wear jeans and that sort of clothing, they are not bad people, the masters are just dominant and like to fuck a great deal. The night is after all for you, as you are moving up a rank.”

Collin really did not know what that meant to Mike was a bunch of red tape claptrap. “Our year’s contract will be up in a few months, and I know that seems like a little time, but it will be here before you know it. Just something to think about for you, as I have already thought about it. When it expires, I want you to consider accepting, what we call an open-ended contract with me. I will explain, let you think, remember it is no big thing. Go ahead and lick up and do some more nice and slow ball work on me. Get me recharged, nice and good for you.

“Uhm-hm,” and the slave began to slowly lick his way up the side of Mike’s right leg as he worked, his way up and into position.

Mike shivered at the sensation; how did he make something that simple feel that good? He had gotten into place and was providing a liberal amount of licking stimulation to the outer part of the sack.

“An open-ended contract is serious so you should really think about it. All it means that you would have the same contract that you do now, which makes you my property and slave. I have never offered anyone to another person before, but beware. It is the same contract but in perpetuity unless I decide to release you for some reason. I might keep you for twenty years or twenty minutes, which is totally at my discretion, if you decide to do it. Once you have signed an open-ended contract, as to when it ends you get no say in it. It is about the hardest core things the Chained Circle does.”

The slave had slinked up and sucked Mike’s left ball for a bit, then the right one, then with Mike’s help was getting all of it stuffed back into his mouth again.

He said, “Hum, you make that feel so good to me. It is something for you to think about. Your party in in two days from now, Friday. I am going to have you doing this for a while, then I think it will be some elaborate tension tying and then me giving you a good fucking. It won’t change what I am going to do, but what do you think?”

“Uhm-hm.”

Collin had thought about it, and it was not much to think about, he wanted to do it. Still, he had some time to go yet.

That session coming off the previous session having been so close after the last made it longer in duration, certainly not in intensity. They both enjoyed it, and the day wore on.