Madness in Massachusetts

Madness in Massachusetts (III)

Simple Things Can Get Big Results

Collin came in from school, and there were several vehicles parked in their driveway. He drove around them and parked in the garage in his spot. He might be the slave here, but he had his own fucking parking spot. He went in carrying a ton of stuff, with a bookbag draped over his shoulder, where his master met him. He helped him get his stuff up to his room and get it put away. He leaned his mouth over close to Collins, who without being told opened his, stuck his tongue out and tilted his head back. Mike took a minute to spit his slave’s mouth full.

As he was swallowing all that down, Mike said, “Welcome home, the stupid bullshit follows us here. The people here are this area’s chapter of The Chain Circle, which I don’t care if it is repetitive, sounds like something out of a Goddamned John Wick movie. Apparently, it has all been arranged, and I am to be the chapter leader here. Something about a bad reputation, and that is exactly what they are looking for.  Hit your shower in this room’s bathroom and I will be here to get to you ready to meet everyone.”

“Yes, master.”

 Mike would like nothing more than to slip in that shower with him, and then somehow, he would not be exactly sure how, but his dick would then accidentally fall into first his mouth, then his ass. And uh-uh-uh for a little bit. There would be time for that later. His slave knew he disapproved of him closing the bathroom door so he could momentarily enjoy, drinking his lovely image in as he undressed for the shower. He was so graceful, and perfectly put together, the toning from the swimming had made him walk around like that character from the Peanuts, Charlie Brown. There was a character in that called Pig Pen that had a constant cloud emanating around him. This slave of his sort of had that but what he emanated was nothing but pure hot and just being fucking sexy that everyone around him noticed it. Mike would often help his slave do the grocery shopping, and it was fucking annoying to him at how the young women gravitated towards him. Some people just had that quality and his slave, Collin did.

The sarcastic part of Mike’s brain, the part in which he had no control thought, ‘Stay the fuck away from my ho’, you stupid fucking bitches!’ He was brought out of his line of thinking by the sound of the shower cutting off. He stepped into the bathroom to find Collin engaged in the same death-defying act of agility most of us are called upon to perform. Trying to stay perfectly balanced as one dries oneself with a towel after a shower. Mike looked on amused as his slave’s typical gracefulness was experiencing technical difficulty. He was finally dry and had his hair sorted.

He asked Mike, “What am I allowed to wear, why can’t it be cool like a Starfleet uniform, let me guess? Thong, then there are the various themes on a thong, so they are also a possibility.”

Mike walked in behind him and gently grabbed his right wrist and pulled it behind him and snapped part of a handcuff on.

He was close behind him and said, “This time it is very easy and functional, I think. I want to show you off to everyone, so they can go home disappointed at what their evenings will be like compared to mine. So, you will only be wearing your handcuffs, choker and the chain that connects them. Your earring of course and that is all you must worry about. He had him all rigged the way he liked and started pushing him towards the hall.  

As they were coming up the stairs, and into a room that had three men spread around all with tumblers of alcohol of some sort. Mike pulled Collin into the room and when he stopped Collin kneeled beside him.

Mike said to the room, “Gentlemen this one is mine, his name is Collin Smith, to you in our dealings of course he is slave Collin. Mike was absolutely relishing in this; Collin’s little cloud was doing its work quite well. His tanned skin was all glistening from the moisturizing shampoo and the skin conditioners he used. The effect of walking him through the room naked, all secured up, had set of an array of radars locked solidly on his slave. The effect he imagined mentally to these people to see Collin like that, was like when the police are making a hostile breach on television and fire a flashbang off in the room first. Well, Collin was having that flashbang effect on these men, no one was trying to hide it.

Then something hit Collin as kind of odd, something was off, hey wait a minute. Counting Mike there were four masters present. What was off is that one of them was his economics professor. For fuck’s sake!

The three men, just basic bio information for now: One was indeed the head of the economics department at the state school Collin was attending. His name was Dr. Jake Hum, he was six-foot tall, middle aged guy of average build. Collin could remember now cracking a joke about this guy and being in his class. He was one of those that are just always hard to hear for various reasons the joke had been, ‘He was Professor Hum, did you just say something? Master Hum just smiled at him, but it was lust that filled his eyes making him appear predator like.”

Next was another master that was also a Professor at MIT, his name was Truman Meyer, and he was truly another one of those unique people. He looked to be in his 40’s and had a shaved head, he was big. Collin guessed with all the Harley Davidson stuff he was adorned with; must mean he liked his bikes. The big man’s outlook on things was why not? Ride the cycles and ride the slave college bitches.

The last man was a rather distinguished looking man in a suit, and he looked quite meticulous. Over at the end of his couch was probably the reason why. Draped where some might lie their jacket was a full set of judge’s robes. This was 38-year-old General Session’s Judge, Vergil Hopkins. The word, and Collin did not pay attention to such was that he packed a ten incher. If he truly did have a ten-inch dick, then Collin was always going to think of it as ten inches of hellish justice. It had been funny then, but now as he kneeled at his master’s feet, naked in front of all these people. A bit awkward maybe?

Each of the masters had a slave in Mike’s holding room downstairs. Collin was allowed to stay upstairs during the meeting, I think partly just because the people present liked looking at him. The meeting had passed and now everyone had gone. Mike’s testosterone level had steadily been on the rise since they had sat at a table and his slave had been under the table licking his master’s feet, as they talked above. Now they were gone it was time to fuck.

He showed the rest of the guests out and turned to his slave, “Meet me down in the new ropes room, be naked and on your knees.”

“Yes master.”

Collin went downstairs and got undressed in his and Mike’s bedroom. Then he went into another large room, Mike’s affinity for large houses had its advantages. This was what he called the new ropes room. There we a bar hanging from the ceiling with several differing, media of ropes and wires that all had had ends on them that were easy to connect to. All were attached to motors that would raise or lower them. He got on his knees in the center of the room and waited in a minute Mike came into the room and walked up to him.

“Stand up and let me get you rigged quickly.”

He stood and said, “Yes master.”

He went over and Mike walked in behind him and put something over his head, it was a harness that basically had a noose on it made from a nylon material called, stretch-long. You did not do with what he was going to do to his slave with regular rope, or some kind of wire or the like. If you did you were going to likely end up with an unconscious and possibly even worse slave. Mike could never truly hurt his hot slave, he still had so much he wanted to do to him. This is one he liked every so often, it did not make life great on the slave. You, got to fuck them, so it was a nice tight ass and pump it all you like till it makes you blast your joy juice. He put the noose around Collin’s neck and throat and pulled it snug from behind.

He said, “You can go ahead and start sucking my dick as I get you hooked up.”

“Yes, master.” As Collin leaned forward Mike had his hard cock pointed right at him and he took it in his mouth and began to snake it on in, deeper and deeper.

That warm mouth, especially when he pulled it under good suction and started to work it and use his tongue. He was a maestro at doing that, and now Mike was benefiting from it. As he got the noose hooked to a wire and used the control box to pull the slack up to where it would not interfere with him bobbing his head. Mike had grabbed the back of his head now and was assisting with that, and he slowly pushed till he felt his slave’s lips resting against the root of his cock. He had been, when he had time, he pulled up that one website up where he had been so popular at. They were having a contest next week, where they were going to have a live blowjob cast and contest. You would set up, link up to the event, have a place set up for your partner to blow you. Then you let them work as does everyone else in the contest, and the votes carry it. He had signed Collin and him up for that one and he bet they won. People would love to see a hot guy like his slave, expertly suck on all 8.2 inches of Mike’s cock, till, and according to the rules, you get judged after you paint your slave’s face when you cum. He had particularly enjoyed marking his entries name, which was to be typed into a field that said, “Master’s Cum-Guzzling Champion”, he had been able to mark a legendary member, Collin Smith. It was petty but it was still fun.

Having someone on Collin’s skill level was a little unfair, but no one ever said life was. The rule of the contest is they are given a half hour and then you get judged by viewers. Mike bet Collin could just about accurately finish sucking his cock and be having him just finished shooting his cum all over his face, just as the time ran out. He would have him go a little faster, so he could spend about a half minute or so, using the big head of his dick to gather and scooping some up and letting him lick it off. Instant win.

Collin sucked on his dick just like he liked, which was harder than his slave made it look. Every time that Collin went down on his Master, he typically would really go all the way down each time and travel the whole length of it and return to the base, over and over. When his master was fucking him in this fashion, he called it long-dicking him. Collin supposed this was his answer, and it was a long suck, and he could take a nice leisurely pace with it or go lightning fast, just whatever he was told.

Mike was an unapologetic sexual opportunist looking for anything that would hit that next level. Prime example, when they had first moved here, Mike had to get a new psychiatrist and psychologist. There was nothing physically wrong with him, but growing up in the violence that surrounded his family continually had given him PTSD. So, the new psychiatrist threw the same missile at it every other one does, they gave him an SSRI antidepressant and a low dose of a drug called Xanax. The doctor here had changed his antidepressant and sometimes those things come with sexual side effects. The drug he had been changed and this is the way that it was affecting him, more over time to him, and it was strange, but he had liked it.

Taking this drug, he noticed it seemed to be taking him longer and longer to be able to ejaculate from the beginning of sex. He thought it was great till one Saturday, his poor tireless and faithful slave Collin. had flipped the breaker, but it had progressed slowly and had gotten worse with time, and he took longer and longer. First it became a problem to him because he did not have time to even, with the help of a hand, to cum before it was time for class. For one of the first time in his life, Mike Nakamoto had been sexually frustrated, and this is a person that even knew before he was big enough to make it happen. When he watched a hot video of a guy with a big cock giving it to some perfect little bitch boy, the fucking of their lives. He was going to be doing that and would be the one that always did the fucking. He had always been aggressive during sex and did not run from it he embraced it.

As that antidepressant had had such a dramatic effect, slowly over time he could go longer and longer. Finally, on a Saturday, they had started early so Mike’s testosterone levels were at pique levels. From several positions, and tied in several different ways, his poor slave had spent two hours and thirty-six minutes of continuously sucking Mike’s cock. He just took a break as needed for a pee or a breather to grab a drink. He had done it about every way possible and then he had fucked him for nearly an hour before he had finally blown like a pack of C4 explosives. Collin would never complain about such things, but when a twenty-year-old hypersexual with an 8.2-inch cock, for the rest of the world besides America, no one seems now to know why, that is 20.828 cm. Give them good musculature and much practice and knowledge about the techniques and tricks of dick sucking and them fucking you, they are experts. Try sucking on that for two hours are thirty-six minutes and then being put into several positions and fucked by someone that really likes to fuck for nearly an hour.

If you are already sore from receiving a similar fucking yesterday afternoon, it can make life rough. Collin was as good as they got, but he finally was forced to say something.

He had come in from school and during some feet work while the two of them studied together; He was under the desk worshipping the master’s feet, but had the electronic textbook laying on the floor and could read quite comfortably, “Master may I speak?”

“What you got?”

“Master, I have a matter of a rather sensitive nature really, but I don’t want to feel I am not doing as I am supposed to be.”

Mike looked down at him and dropped a bit of fresh spit on his feet for him to lick off. “What is the problem Collin and just speak your mind?”

Collin just threw his cards in, “I really do wish you would talk to your doctor about your medication change master. I will start at sunrise and not stop till I collapse asleep sucking your dick or letting your fuck me, the times and way you want me to. But geez master, you are making me really work for it, and then some. I will continue if it is your wish.”

Collin was back in the now enjoying the best blowjob services in the state possibly, and played with is hair as he sucked. Thinking back to that, he had gone to his doctor and requested a medication change back to what he had been on. Plus, the lowest safe dose of the medication that made him able to last longer just in the therapeutic range to give that effect a little. Just not as much, but he could still fuck for a long time. His cousin was a piece of work, he had told him the antidepressant would not hurt him and he could take up to X amount and would learn how much caused it to really extend for him. He had been asked if he would no longer take it. He did take less but he still took it, Collin's sworn duty was to service his dick, no matter how long it took him. If he wanted to, he could even double up on it, but if he did, when he wanted to cum, have a block of time set off. In the end whatever maximized Mike's pleasure carried the day.

His slave was really working on him at a good pace today, as he slid the dick in and out of his mouth and down in his throat. It had been three days since he had let him cum, and surprisingly, Collin obeyed him and did not sneak any. He had cameras all over the place. Most were not apparent so he would know, and some of his best viewing was watching Collin get up in the night and go to the bathroom with a rock-hard dick. Then go in the bathroom and struggle but finally manage to pee but it comes back immediately and is hard as they climb back in the bed at your feet.  He bet because of the way he done him and was so sexually charged himself that Collin had an erection a great deal of the time. He had admitted to sitting in class and daydreaming of sucking his master’s dick. That is precisely the way Mike wanted it, he saw no reason to change it. It made his slave work so hard and apply all his skills every time he touched his master.

Mike was in the mood for a little touch of the rough stuff, and this one was so simple. If you liked to fuck someone hard, and liked breath control it was a good way to do it.

He told Collin, “Go stand in your circle.”

“Yes master.”

He walked over and stood on the little red circle that Mike had painted on the floor. Mike got the control box and triggered it to pull up the slack in the line that was connected to the rigging around his slave’s throat. Mike liked this one, it was a rough and gritty kind of thing, so from time to time he would do it. He raised the wire till Collin was having to basically stand on his toes to keep the tension out of the noose.  Mike had a small box he sat on the floor behind Collin to make sure he was plenty tall enough to line up and began to spit all over his dick and slick it up with it. Looking at Collin from the front he rocked a little as his master drove it home.

He went, “Uhm, I know you are there for certain master.”

Mike put his lips right up to his ear and said, “I think if I were you, I would worry about saving my breath.”

The master spread his legs wide enough apart to give him a little extra leverage. He had rammed himself all the way up into his slave and began to pump him hard. Every time he would drive in it would knock Collin off his toes, and the line would pull tighter against his body weight. Because this rope was the stretchy kind, it was easier and did not make quite as much of a mark. But he was regularly having his breath cut off as Mike continued to pound on him. He could easily make it worse and did a little, all Mike had to do was walk forward a bit and push every bit as hard, it made more of a strain and really cut the wind off. Believe it or not, Collin enjoyed it when he did this to him. He had his little thing on his finger, to make sure his oxygen was not getting too low. But for short periods it was okay to let it drop enough to produce a little, almost euphoric feeling. That is what Mike looked for careful signs of in his slave’s eyes as he threw it to him like this. He would, at times lower the tension a little and continue to fuck him, as he got his oxygen back up.

As soon as he was good an oxygenated, he would tighten the line back up and start to slowly fuck and let the rope strangle it lower again. It did not bother Mike at all that this was causing his slave some discomfort, it was also generating a great deal of sensation. He was starting to get into his prostate area good now and this time, he as using a good steady rhythm and Collin was engulfed on the edge of letting go for the first time in several days. Several days of his own testosterone levels being kept almost constantly high, by stimulation, or assigned chores, or his workout, or daydreaming about it at school.  He wanted to beg his master to please not stop but he could not get it out. He did manage a moan and it seemed like every cell beginning in the tips of his toes and spreading throughout his body lit up and he began to shoot large strings of his cum over towards the mat that master had put down.

Mike had him pushed off his feet as he watched the cum come spurting out the end of his dick. As soon as the considerable amount came out, Mike let him down and lowered the tension in the rope.

Collin was breathing heavily, and he said, “That fucking felt fantastic master, thank you!”

Master could not answer because he was busy power fucking his slave, now it was his turn. It was not terribly long before his slave’s tight ass and him relentlessly pumping his dick in and out of it, only ended in one way.

“Sonofabitch, get you some of my juicy cum bitch!”, Collin could feel his big dick as it spasmed over and over and he shot rope after rope of cum deep inside his slave. He continued to fuck him for a couple of minutes as he took the rope loose from the noose. “On your knees and get me nice and neat bitch, you know the drill by now.”

Collin got on his knees and slowly and thoroughly sucked and licked his master clean from where he had been fucking Collin. He did his usual impeccable job and Mike could not complain, after Cumming that hard. He pointed at all the mess of the matt where Collin had shot his cum all over it.

“Get on your knees and lick every bit of that up, I think I will stand here and watch.”

“Yes, master.”

We will leave these two here as Collin is on his knees tongue out and he is licking up his own piles of cum that his master had just fucked out of him. Mike’s last thought was, ‘Wow he is even enthusiastic when he does that.’