Madness in Massachusetts
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Madness in Massachusetts (I)
Welcome to Your New Home
Mike Nakamoto was a happy and horny man now, and he had his slave, Collin in several predicaments now. He was on all fours on a worktable his wrists held by manacles that had been mounted there. His legs had been liberally spread so it was the same deal with the ankles. The oriental had finally done it, he had broken out the WWI style gas mask with a hose hanging off it, where a cannister was supposed to screw in, to act as a filter. The master only had end caps and that thing was airtight. When they had still lived their Mike had even ordered a salve kind of stuff, from the sex store, up on the hill, next to the drugstore. You were supposed to rub it around the part of the mask that met the skin, and it would form a hermetic type of airtight seal. So, if the endcap with a bit of the salve in the threads was screwed on, bye, bye air for his slave till he unscrewed it. Mike was nervous today; he had gotten his first good test results back from school and he had just been so tense about them. He had had less time with his slave so now he was going to push things some, who had time to rig all that internet shit up? So, no masks either, well except the breath control one on his slave.
Mike had given his slave a little more to worry about, he had snapped a smaller correctly sized ring around his slaves’ balls and with a short cord had suspended a weight off it. He had done worse, but he was going to know that was on their especially if he was jolted and it moved. Collin Smith would now be naked except for a choker collar and earring his master had him wear. He was stunning to most people to look at, he was 5’11” about 152 pounds and he was a very toned and avid swimmer. He had been outdoors in the summer as much as possible, so he had a deep tan, and naturally good blond looks with stunning blue eyes. He was quite natured but did have a good sense of humor and was reasonably intelligent.
Mike Nakamoto was a little shorter at 5’9 but a bit more solid at about the same weight. He was in good shape and sported several gang type tattoos, had brown hair, eyes to match and was of Japanese heritage. He had a massive 8.2-inch cock and he always told people that putting the .2 on it was very important. Much for the same reason that car dealers and other merchants thought pricing something at X.99 might just as well have been the full amount. People know they are not saving anything; it is an insult to general people’s intelligence that some merchants do this.
They had recently moved here so that Mike could go to MIT and Collin was going to some state school. They had moved in about a week ago and then them and an army of technicians had stared setting up all their stuff both regular, and some, well family labor handled that. Mike got up on the table behind his restrained slave and took one of the endcaps and spread a bit of the compound around, then took the end and told his slave:
“I would take some deep breaths, this is the only time I will warn you, till I cum this time, from now on, I will just do it randomly.”
He heard a muffled, “Yes, master.”
He stopped that by taking the hose and screwing the endcap into place, it snapped as it locked. He reached down and started the weight suspended from his slaves’ balls to begin it swinging. He knew every swing would smart a bit and make him know it for sure tomorrow. His slave had presented him with a problem many did not think about, but it was a problem, and he was now at MIT. Here if there were problems, they found solutions, so he had. The problem was is Collin himself and it was not a failure it was that in this he was too good for his own good. The way he had sprouted out with swimming and working to increase how long he could hold his breath, he had dramatically.
The problem it created was his slave might not tell him out of some misplaced notion of trying to please him if it was too much or he needed a rest. So, a fifteen-minute call to a cousin of his that was also a pervert and an M.D. had told him what to do and be safe. Collin’s left hand was not only manacled down to the table, but it was also taped down all the way across. On his right finger was a hospital grade oxygen sensor, that also displayed Blood Pressure and heart rate. His cousin had told him the level to keep him above to not have to worry about harming his beautifully intelligent brain. Mike would not balk at causing you pain if it gave him a thrill to do so, but Mike hurt you, he never hurt you to the point of injury, and it was a big difference.
He took his index and middle fingers and spit on the ends of them and used them to slowly slide them inside his slave. Collin felt them go in, Mike was so skilled that he could carefully insert fingers and even when he first began to insert the head of his dick rather painlessly when he wanted to. He did not want to today, and this caused Collin to react with a moan as the fingers went deep. Collin never had to worry about anything to do with dildos, Mike’s philosophy on those was that if his slave’s hole needed a good stretching his equipment worked great for that. He did not mind Collin using one during his workout to increase the strength of the muscle that allowed one to pull more suction with their mouths. He encouraged it, what is not to like about that?
Mike was always saying the nerdiest and weirdest things at times, even when they were out on the boundary a little today.
“You are supposed to be able to hear me well in that thing. You know…….”
He was working those fingers good now and none too easy, he knew it was okay. “I was thinking you know how they smash atoms together in these colliders, like the one on campus here or at CERN and you get a bunch of subatomic particles. Some particles have such attracting changes to one another they are irresistibly drawn together. That is why you make such a good cum sucking bitch to me, you are perfectly charged for me. Every fantasy I have that takes place in the bedroom and the new ones we invent you always will submit and let me do them to you, because you cannot help it any more than I can. When I do something to you, even if you don’t light up the universe and it is not the greatest thing you have ever had happen, you will let me do it because I want to. Then at some point, you are most likely even to begin to like it.
He screwed the endcap back into place and locked eyes with him for a moment through the mask, as he also added a little more weight to his balls and started it swinging again.
“You look so pretty in that airtight mask, it has got me all worked up, so I guess I am just going to have to fuck you now.”
With that he grabbed one of his nice little flasks of warmed oil off its warmer and moved into place close behind his slave. He slicked his big dick up good with it and spit on his slave’s hole and got it nice and receptive. He then cleaned his hands and unscrewed the endcap, and Collin was pulling air heavy through that tube. This was normal and they were well within the safety margins. His slave’s heart rate, blood pressure and respiration were all slightly elevated, but his blood oxygen level was in the safe zone. He left that open and decided to go ahead and insert into him.
He was in an almost perfect doggie style and was spread good and about to get fucked. Mike, all oiled up, was able to work his way inside of his slave or at least the head he did. This was a game he liked as well, he would get the head in good and then take it back out. Repeat this process several times, and in and of itself it felt great to Mike and Collin barely noticed it. Mike suddenly leaned closer and when the head went in, he pushed for all his worth, and this he called driving it home.
Inside the mask his slave went, “Mmmpph.”
Mike considered, and it had been a stressful day, plus even though he had Collin with him now, it was good to remind him of his place. And he knew this would eventually lead to him getting off in an indirect way later, and it had been a few days. He pulled his dick all the way back out and unscrewed the end cap, the O2 needed to be gotten back up a little bit. Mike wanted to see something, and his cousin had told him this, so. He slid the head back into place, waited just a second and drove it home again, he watched as his slave’s heart rate elevated about 10 B/M, he had felt that. Now though he held it all the way in and watched as a curious thing happened. As soon as the pain wave passed, his heart rate began to lower as did his blood pressure, when the end cap was unscrewed, and Mike just let himself be fully inside his slave and was still for a second. The heart rate returned to normal, as did everything else. His blood pressure was lower than it was before they started because he liked and was used to the feeling of his master up inside him.
Mike said in his ear, “You are such a good boy, to say I am so, may be stretching things a bit.” He added more weight to Collin’s balls and put the end cap back on and began to fuck him. He was giving him his standard Mike long dick technique, but he was trying something different he had read about and a guy he went to class with swore on it. The only way to know was to see so he did. What he had seen was people doing exactly what he had been doing, shoving their whole dick in at once, but now you pulled it back out and waited for a few seconds and repeated. This was a nasty deal if it was to be the new norm between Mike and Collin as it would effectively stop his getting to orgasm during serving his master.
As in all things when someone thinks to try something like this it is just all numbers, hence their power. Anatomically speaking when Mike fucked Collin this way, he was not going at a fast rhythm. There are a great many more cells that are much more sensitive in the head of Mike’s dick, with its accompanying shaft, than Collin’s prostate. And the master has the advantage of how much area he can cover much more area where Collin’s prostate is not than it is, though other cells can feel pleasure when they fuck, the ones tied with the prostate gland are the only ones with a real direct tie to the mechanism that alerts fire control. The cells of a person with a sensitive prostate like Collin, every time they were stimulated in a regular rhythm began to build neurotransmitters and fire, which once again gets the guy from fire control. If that contact is not somewhat rhythmical well in layman’s terms you start to get static on the line.
So, by the simple act of using leverage and a somewhat uneven stroke to his pumping, Mike was on fire with feel good just keep doing that. Collin was getting a good hard fucking, there was pleasure of many of the cells that do respond to this, but his prostate was never going to get enough of the right kind of steady stimulation it needed for him to cut lose.
Having his slave under breath control, with weights hanging off his balls, as he fucked him with a cheap trick some pervert had thought about for a bit. Which would prevent his usual given hands free that he would seem to bust at moment’s notice. Mike would use this if it worked on Collin this once as a test, if it did work, he would have some fun with it. Say if it worked this time, he would cum inside his slave, make him orally clean his cock then some soap and water type cleaning. He would go back to class and leave his slave frustrated with a boner thinking of him and would be waiting kneeling at the door when he got back. If one of them did not have a paper to write or something. Fuck school.
The thought of that alone was enough to raise the temperature some, since he was an engineer now it would be in degrees of Kelvin. But Collin had done much less squirming and worming being fucked in this fashion. Collin could not see the smile on Mike’s face as he drove his dick home again and again, with a new secret he had learned about he who was about to have a half gallon of cum piped into his ass momentarily. He would not use it often, but he would do it from time to time. The head of his dick began to tingle, and he busted lose inside of his slave.
“Release the fucking Kraken, I say. Damn, that feels good, just hold still, I know you must, but still, it’s nice to ask. I will do this to you for about another minute and will come around and you can clean me all up good. Then I will turn you lose; do you not have class this evening?”
Collin said, as Mike withdrew and began to spider around, “Yes master, I have a class that was only available in that slot on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I will not be home when you get in, but I made dinner earlier. We both have plates in the refrigerator all wrapped up and ready to go. I should be home by 8:00 PM I think.”
Mike came around and told him, “Nice and neat for me, you cum-guzzling, atrocious, lower than a fucking earthworm which is under the ground, whore.”
They both laughed at that one for a second.
Mike still had that look in his eyes though, he really liked this. It was just nothing but power and he was what he was.
He watched carefully as his slave used his mouth and tongue to get him nice and clean. It felt so good to, and he had never met anyone but Collin that could do it without triggering any of those supersensitive cells one will develop immediately after having an orgasm. He only did this when told to, otherwise his standard setting was to not do it.
45 minutes later, they had lunch together after a quick shower and change. Collin was becoming a regular wizard with Campbell's soups of various kinds and sandwiches. Now he always really cooked on the weekends and the evenings.
Mike grabbed a bookbag and said, “Since I enjoyed deploying……. THE MASK…. as well as ball weights and dumped a load in you I am not too terrible. If you want to slip in the bathroom and rub one out, I suppose that could be allowed. Make sure you tape that shit for me. Plus, I want to see if that watch really tells me when you do that or are trying to. I am gone. With that he was off, and his Cadillac drove away.
A few minutes later, Collin came out and got into the new Range Rover Mike had gotten for him to drive, and he to sped away as well. He thought, master is pushing but he could take more. He drove off to school.