Appearances Can Be Deceiving

Appearances Can be Deceiving.

A Night with Aubrey, The End of These Chapters

         The ramifications of the double-open-ended contract had caught Mike by surprise, he did not really know anything other than Collin seemed to like being around him, could suck his dick like a champ, could be fucked endlessly, in anyway you named it. Enjoyed a more than fair share of pain, would ask for more. He never argued, disobeyed. Just look at him. Of course, Mike had signed that damn contract, he had 90 days from taking ownership to show the official version. Again, the practice, in concept of the world we live in governed by laws. It meant nothing, but it did to Collin and Mike, who cared what others thought?

Mike was currently seated at his computer desk as his slave now was licking his balls talking to their guest, Aubrey, Sigmund’s slave.

He was currently chained up to a set of dollies, he had a mask on, and was gagged underneath that. Mike had made him out to look just like the Hannibal Lecter, character, from the movie, The Silence of the Lambs, by the author Thomas Harris; when they are transporting him to Tennessee for his, “Vital information.”

As his slave licked dutifully away, Mike said, “Better be a good boy Hannibal, or we will do like in that movie. We will just remove your toilet seat and do some other, bad stuff.” Collin did laugh now; the master could be funny. One day, when cleaning Mike’s private office, he had discovered something most interesting. There had been an official letter from the prestigious Massachusetts Institute of Technology. It was addressed to Mike Nakamoto, and Collin was not a natural snoop. That is not something you see every day, so he had read the letter. The gist of it was that a full scholarship had been awarded now for the third time to their school of engineering. It advised considering this carefully. Those were not easy to come by, and to have been offered three times now. This was postmarked a week ago, he had gotten this recently. Collin would have to think about this, so he filed it away in the memory file for later.

The master was not allowed, by a conflict of interest, that if Collin really thought about it was really fucked up, Mike would not lay a hand on him while he was here. Collin, though not violent or aggressive was in far better shape and a bit bigger than Aubrey. He did not have any problem getting him into that ridiculous getup. He had even wheeled him down here after making lunch and seeing he got fed first.

His reverie was interrupted by Mike taunting, “I know Hannibal, do some of the lines out the movies for us? Let me see, oh I know see if you recognize this:

From the Latest Version of the film Red Dragon, by Thomas Harris.

Francis Dolarhyde, “Mrs. Leeds do you see? Mrs. Leeds changing, do you see? Mrs. Leeds Reborn do you…….” He had to stop because he had busted out laughing.

Collin came back into the room, got back under the desk, and started licking on Mikes balls and ball sack again.

Master said, “Lunch was good, I just hope Hannibal the Cannibal did not have anything to do with making it. You may find what I do next odd, but there is something about you I want to see. This is a good way.”

“Yes, master.”

Collin was told to go shower and clean up nicely, and then meet then in wrack room. It was all that Collin could think of to call it as it had a big flat woodened top table in the center of it. It had been made to secure someone to. It was a sturdy, solid wood table, so it was heavy. Mike, or someone he paid had put special joints in the two endpieces of the table. So, they did not just unlatch and fall, this would bend and were adjustable as they were moved and locked into place wherever you had just moved it to. To the slave it was an infernal contraption that his maser had bored with quickly thank goodness.

As he entered, he had not expected to find what he had. Mike was sitting there reading a Psychology Today magazine and Aubrey was in a bit of a different condition. He was completely naked, and hand been strapped down to the table, he was not going anywhere.

Mike looked at him then at Collin, “I did not put him there, the big butler did. Now, here is the deal, so listen up.”

“Yes master.”

“I am going to leave, and you will find every lock to every key on him labeled. There is enough fun-fun gear down here in the cabinets. I am going to leave this room and lock the door from the inside because the outside will be locked. So, you are in here, there is a bathroom, drinks etc. If you need something there are cameras everywhere. So, is there anything you need or someone you need to call for that amount of time?”

Collin said, “No master, that will be fine, I know what this is about.”

His master added one more thing, “For this hour and a half all contractual and sworn obligations do not exist for you. As soon as I come back, they come back, understood.”

“Yes master,”

He exited the room by saying, “I am going to go and watch you be you.”

Collin walked around undoing Aubrey’s restraints, so it took a minute, so he talked.

“There are many in my place that you are so very lucky, because many in these circles would not be nearly so nice.

He had him about halfway free and Aubrey said, “As nice as it was swallowing all that spit of mine faggot.”

Collin grinned and said, “Oh my what a charmer this one is.”

He went on around and finally had Aubrey free, who got up and started stretching. “That Goddamned big ass driver wasn’t kidding either was he?”

Collin grinned and said, “You will find the staff and Mike’s family in general are not into kidding much. Some of them are so stupid and crazy, they probably think kidding means opening fire with an automatic weapon in a crowded area and pray none are hit. That is what makes them so terribly dangerous and feared, or so I hear.

Aubrey was moving over closer to Collin, and hard persuasion with him would be dicey at best.

He asked Collin because he really wanted to know, “Any reason, I guess, what I mean to say is why did you not hit me when you clearly could? I was not exactly great to you our last meeting.”

Collin looked at him and said, “That is not my department, my master doesn’t want that from me why would I? I touch others to make them feel good, you did not look comfortable to me. It is one of the few things that are not my specialties.”

Aubrey asked, “If I may, is that not your department because you do not like it? Or have you been ordered not to?”

Mike’s slave said, “It is best to put it that no one I have ever been with has been interested in that so, I concentrate on other things.”

Aubrey tried a different trek, “Okay man, you are like me, a slave. How you got to where you are is none of my business, same here. But you are one of those guys that really doesn’t do that, and yes there is a name for it that I don’t know. Well, you heard him, you are free for over an hour now still, I am here. I am not quite restricted into the role as you are. I can and do like to fuck, so you can get a small escape from, I won’t insult him again, that guy.” He reached an experimental hand over and Collin looked at it but did not resist. He had decided to try to perhaps use this as a teaching moment as he really needed some.

He started to massage Collin’s right shoulder and it felt pretty good, when you are Collin’s age living in that environment just about anything felt good.

Collin said, “If I may offer a piece of advice?”

“Sure,” said Aubrey as he slid over closer to this exceptional looking person.

He replied, “I am all in for breath play, my master likes it, and I can hold my breath, according to the internet now longer than some Navy Seals. I don’t know if it is accurate. Point being that if you start something like that don’t go at it like Michael Myers out of a Halloween movie. Remember, you are in control, and you don’t have to make it a physical power crush all to feel that. Just saying.”

Collin was dressed only in a pair of Docker’s shorts and his socks; he looked good. He was a nice guy, but things were going to be the way they were as Aubrey really wanted to dish out some discomfort, pleasure and get off. This hot little number was the genuine article nice guy, that could be used by the likes of Aubrey. He eased closer and put his left arm around his shoulder. The slave did flinch but did not move away and Aubrey knew precisely how to batter these walls down. He reached over and began to rub his bare chest and played a lot of attention to his nipples. Just heat him, up and get him where you want him to be, he thought.  He leaned over and delivered a deep kiss to the slave, and he had been right, he felt any resistance melt away. These types were so easy if you knew they were that type and had no problem with being a bit deceptive to play on that.

Aubrey and Collin had undressed, and the aggressive man was raiding the cabinets in the room for anything he might find interesting. He had found several things and were putting them around and on his work area, the wrack table. By now the poor slave had been easily talked into allowing Aubrey to zip tie his hands behind his back. He had then taken several zip ties of varying sizes and run them around Collin’s body, and he was now quite immobile. He knew once the first one had been applied that resistance would be useless. They had all been right, and I suppose it stood to reason; it did.

Aubrey got him up on the table lying on his back and sat on his chest. He had a look on his face now, Collin had yet to see anyone display, but he would remember it.

He told the immobilized slave below him, “It is easy, I say, and you do and keep your fucking mouth shut. Do you have any idea how hard I had to work to fool those idiots to let me join this group? I can take a fucking, even like it somewhat, but it does now get me access to you could say the best and brightest of the kind of people I like. That would be you cocksucker, so now I am going to do what all those so-called masters claim to do. I am going to show you the real deal.”

Collin was surprised as he looked up at him, he had not believed it, this was rather concrete.

“I am going to show you how this is going to work to begin with, you don’t have to do much. If you fail to do what I say, or don’t do it to my satisfaction. This will be the result:

He reached over beside him and had bigger than head sized piece of sturdy plastic. He had that weird look on his face again and before he started, he said:

“You see there is a school of Sadism, I suppose one could call it, that is named sexual sadism disorder. That would be people like me, I don’t just get enjoyment at having the power to control you, or because you controlled pain. You might say I am a bit on the extreme end, or something to think about. As I show you, I am curious, how did your master’s cum taste when I spit it all into your mouth and let gravity do the rest?”

With that he took the heavy-duty plastic and stretched it flat over Collin’s face below him, using his hands to keep an airtight seal. There was very little Collin could do, but it was far from time to panic yet. He had not wanted to believe this as; well how could anyone be this stupid?

He talked to Collin trough the plastic, he had all the leverage and Collin was tied up, there was nothing he could do. “There has been a rumor going around for a little time now that you took up swimming and started avidly working on holding your breath. Since I heard that, all I have been able to jerk to is the ideal of taking my slow sweet time in some way of choking you unconscious. Then tie you up good and give you a good fucking while you lay there helpless. Probably continue to choke you, just not enough to have you passed out, I want it to hurt and for you to know it is making me feel good.”

Collin thought, ‘Sociopath maybe? He had never encountered anyone this malicious.’

He pulled the plastic up and Collin started taking deep breaths while Aubrey was slicking up his own cock with spit. “Man, the rumors are true, you can really do that for a long time.  Now be good and do what I want, or maybe I put that on there and it stays too long? I could always say we were just playing around, and things got out of hand, I can sell that.”

Again, Collin was thinking about a subset, of a subset, of a subset, of a subset and it went aways of people like he was looking at now. There were people out there, on the upper hand of it, that used, if you could really term it breath control too frequently and quite unsafely. This group of people that did this would find a particularly weak-minded partner to play the slave role. These people then set about doing this as regular as possible, and some rather intensely. Oxygen is kind of important to the human brain, Physiology 2010 for free, it must have it. These cells are particularly sensitive to oxygen, and some can begin to fold at five minutes or less once the supply is cut off. These people do this on purpose, the ideal being, it causes a condition in the brain called cerebral hypoxia, which is simply not enough O2. So, the brain cells start to die which is what they want. These people believe that making their slave dumber by this process it will make them more compliant. What people would come up with, and some capable of.

Collin as he felt the air draft in the room change suddenly, his excited tormentor did not seem to notice. “Open your fucking mouth bitch.”

The slave complied and Aubrey let a liberal amount of his spit run in a gooey string down into Collin’s mouth.

“Swallow all of that down, as your kind should want to.”

He did not get any farther and three big sets of hands grabbed him from behind and he was dragged from Collin’s view.

Collin said, “See you later Aubrey.”

His master’s face appeared, and he began to set his slave free, he asked, “Are you okay?”

Collin sat up and took a liberty, he leaned in and kissed Mike Deeply and let him explore the inside of his own mouth with his tongue. They did this for a minute and then he pulled away, gently.

He said, “Sorry master, I broke protocol, guess you will just have to punish me.”

Mike leaned in and kissed him this time, but this went a little longer.

He told his slave, “Well I was planning on making you suck my dick for a while and then fucking you and filling you full of my magic Mike juice. That will be your punishment enough I think for that at bedtime.”

           

A few minutes later Collin was taken down to the large dining room and every one of the principal masters from The Chain Circle, for this chapter were present. Aubrey was seated off in the corner facing the room, seems they did not even deem him worthy a place at the table. The video of his various bad behaviors and outright dangerous attack were playing over and over on video on various monitors around the room.  The masters took their seats and Collin took his place at his master’s feet. Seated next to them was the big police chief, Bart Jacobs. He looked down at Collin and looked sympathetic and smiled at him.

He asked Mike as he gestured towards the kneeling slave, “May I?’

Mike looked over and grinned and said, “Go right ahead Bert, he won’t mind at all, they don’t come any better.”

Bert reached down and patted the top of Collin’s head and played with his hair a little. Collin thought yet once again, these guys with that petting shit.

Master Jacobs said, “I appreciated the hospitality you showed at your promotion, it showed you are motivated. I am as serious as any here, and at some point, and it will happen, I am going to shove my dick down in your throat and fuck you till you make me cum. Just so you know.”

Collin grinned at him, “I would expect nothing else master Bert when told to, I will serve you well.”

This turned out to be nothing more than a symbolic trial. All the master’s voted and found Aubrey guilty and was to be expelled from the order plus. The plus was the kicker, and apparently, it did not happen often, but this guy was not only dishonest with them but could possibly be dangerous to people.

Accurate to say, master Sigmund PhD spoke, “We should hear from slave Collin, as it was him that was targeted by; and oh, how I love how this world lets me speak my mind. Collin was targeted by this fucking freak, so we should take that into account. Slave Collin if you would please rise and speak.”

Collin got up and sort of looked down. He hated being the center of attention of anything and was not fond of speaking in front of many.

Dominic Rios was the first to ask, “So, slave Collin, you were targeted by, and in my opinion assaulted, by one of the unfortunate side effects of the world we all here live in. We were on to him, and you were never in any real danger, you know that too. But he did put his hands on you and did some other unsavory things, when in bad sport. What do you think we should do with him if you had some say?”

Collin spoke quietly so everyone even with his mic at the table had to listen to hear. “If it were up to me, I would just boot him out and spread the word around, so he doesn’t do this stuff to anyone else. He is the stuff that makes up my nightmares at night. Would not bother me if our paths never crossed again.

Mike spoke and the quality of the voice was somehow menacing in a way Collin was not aware was in him. I guess that part came along with being a literal family member of a major crime family.

“Bert Jacobs, I would suggest you figure out a way to get this fool in jail, or he leaves the city.” Mike was looking directly at Aubrey as he spoke. “Or he is going to leave the city, just maybe not in quite the way he though or in one fucking piece! Do you know who I am?!”

Aubrey was now pissing his pants and it was running from the chair onto the floor. Yeah, he knew, he figured he would set the Collin up as a nice occasional tap and no one would be the wiser. His plan had not exactly worked.

He said, “Yes, I know who you are, and I sure as shit know who your family is, if are from around here and don’t you’d have to be stupid. If that will do it, I don’t have a problem leaving town, I certainly don’t want trouble with your people Master? Mr. Mike Nakamoto, I am so very sorry.

The matter was settled.

 

Mike was laying on his back in the plush bed and Collin was giving him his nightly bedtime blowjob. It did usually take some time, as he went slowly and this was the one time when he was sucking Mike’s dick he was allowed to stop, let alone speak from time to time. They were both warm and comfortable and the master could never think it enough. No matter what speed he was running at, Collin was a, second to none, cock sucking motor. Even going more slowly, with a break from time to time, it was making Mike feel almost like he was floating in a cloud of pleasure. Collin enjoyed the tactile feeling of the smoothness of this little man’s impossibly big dick. He knew it so well by now, every groove, vein, those spots of mass destruction on the head of it.

Collin pulled the big dick out of his mouth and licked around the big head of it for a second. He stopped and said, “I saw something in the den today, I was really not intending snoop, I am sorry.”

Mike immediately said, “Must have been the award letter from MIT.”

Collin licked back up, “You see, that proves it, you are smart. There is no way a camera could tell you that?”

Mike varied it up a bit, “Get up there facing me and ride me slowly.” Mike leaned up as Collin was changing set to get atop him and spit liberally all over his dick. When he was ready, he laid back, and his slave straddled him, and began lowering himself onto his master’s cock. You always knew it was in there for certain, but now except for times when they first started, or Mike was using his arms, legs, gravity, and any other force he could summon for a good grudge fucking. Other than those times, Collin could not imagine a world without the feeling he got from it, nor would he want to. He got it all in and paused a second.

Collin said, “You know you told me that if I ever had anything I felt was important to say?”

Mike answered, “Sit just like you are for a few, uhm, that feels good. Of course, slave, Collin you know I will hear it.”

He went on, “It’s just that MIT is a big deal master, there are people out there that will do anything to get into that place. They, I mean MIT itself wants you there, if I am out of turn here, I am sorry. Master that is once in a lifetime stuff.”

His master said, “I have a job, the family expects me to run the upper east side of this city’s, uhm, civic functions. Start riding slowly at first.”

Collin did and said, “That Is a job that might get you in trouble or heaven forbid worse. The kind of job you get after MIT, you won’t get shot down for at 2:00 A.M. taking care of civic duties. Well, I guess unless you went to work for the C.I.A. or something, Master you are so smart. You have a chance to be something more, oh fuck!” He was starting to slide up and down on his dick faster. This strange little guy, with the big dick he liked to use often. Wasn’t part of what Collin was supposed to be doing was making things better?

“So, you want me to change my dick, you are currently riding, like a flagpole and fly the official MIT flag? Speed up a little I am about to cum.”

Collin said, “Uhm, unfortunately you are always just a bit behind on that one” His ran out his dick and mostly slid out his dick and down it towards his balls.”

Master suddenly decided to become the master blaster, as his cock began to jet up into Collin. He was even ready for this contingency; part of his daily workout was to strengthen the muscles that would basically tighten your hole and tissues to some degree, so the effect was good. He would make himself make sure none of the master’s cum came leaking out. He pulled off him when he was told he could do so. He than laid on his stomach and did his oral cleaning duties the master expected after fucking.

Then they had a drink and a shower together and went to bed in earnest. They had talked the whole time about moving to a different place and just how different that would be.

 

His grandmother, answered on the 12th ring, she always did, it might take a bit but there she would be.

Arguably one of the most powerful people in the state, Mike Nakamoto’s grandmother Mio answered, “Hello.”

“Good morning grams it’s Mike.”

She sounded delighted, “We are not supposed to have them, but you have always been my favorite. What is up young man?”

He said, “I am fine Grams, but I have some news that might shake some things up. It is certainly going to upset the two uncles; they have come to rely on me more and more.”

The woman was unshakable, “What is it sweetheart?”

Mike found himself saying this over the phone was just odd, but it felt right. “Grams do you remember when I was offered the bunch of scholarships? I am sure you do you called me stupid in every language on the planet, maybe twice.

“Yes, dear.”

Mike just let it go, “I am still being offered one to MIT, it is a big deal. I called this morning and accepted it, maybe you won’t call me stupid this time?”

You could feel the warmth of this woman’s love for her grandson through the phone. “Not only will I not call you stupid, but I will tell you that it is the first truly intelligent thing you have done with that formidable intellect of yours. Congratulations! Your uncles? Fuck them! I will deal with those two boneheads. Go and get yourself a different life my sweet little darling.”