A Different Kind of Life on HotGuySecret
Chapter 23
(A Different Kind of Massage)
It was Saturday, still somewhat early in the morning. Master Clifford had had to go into his office for half a day. This left the slave Thomas home with his best friend and now the Master’s Trainee, Henry. The Trainee had looked forward to some alone time with his friend, who had been ordered by the Master to obey him. As soon as breakfast was over, they had their morning shower, and Clifford had departed. Henry had taken the slave to the fun room for some, for what they called it implied, fun.
He had just finished getting him set up in a most unusual way. Thomas had to admit Henry had a knack for this stuff. He had him lying on his back on one of the wooden worktables that one could use an adjustable motor to raise or lower. He had not used the straps or rigging built into the table for what he had in mind.
The slave was laying on his back and looked like he had been attacked by Spiderman. One that was into alternate BDSM play and he had been very creative. His head was lying off the back of the table, which the Trainee had adjusted so his cock, matched the level of the slave’s mouth perfectly.
Thomas’ mouth was being held open by a sized and ordered hard rubber and a bit elongated ringlet, attached to the back of his head tightly, it was designed much like a spider gag. The people that sold these were at Dirty Harry’s once a month, you went and got measured if you were the Master or the Dom, a week or two later a kit containing them with the rest of the specialized gag showed up in the mail.
This one was made specifically to fit Henry, the trainee, and worked kind of like a flesh light, just magnitudes better. You could lube the inside of it, which would create friction on you cock, the right amount. You pushed it in, and got the heat of the slave’s mouth, and Thomas’ tongue work, and could easily enter the throat as you mouthfucked him at your leisure. It would also swivel a bit so you could shift your hips and change the angle which allowed you to hit the inside of his cheeks.
He was being held completely immobile by what his friend had done, it was most effective. Henry had a roll of that gray plastic plumber’s strap and was using a DeWalt cordless drill to use small screws to anchor to the table. He had one thin strap ran across his throat where his head left the table. Just tight enough to secure, it was not restricting his breathing.
Both his wrists were looped with it and screwed into place on each end beside him. His ankles had loops around them holding them angled back towards his head. This gave plenty of access to his cock, balls, and back door hole. Then the piece de’ resistance, one end of the strapping had been secured to the table, wrapped around his balls, and the other end secured. This could be tightened easily by simply shooting another screw up into the next hole of the plumber’s strap.
In fact, this technique could be used at anyplace he was secured, though the Trainee was only interested in making the one around his balls tighter. He had read about this technique out of a smutty magazine. The slave was helpless and when it came to moving, he was literally screwed. These were not his only troubles, not in the least.
Henry had removed his chastity cage and inserted a lengthy urethral plug in his cock. It came from a set of different sized ones, and he was using the one to just block the slave’s it would not cause it to over dilate or distend. That cock was way too nice and beautiful to cause permanent sorts of damage to it.
There was much misinformation about this out there and the practice of it. If done following proper asepsis and not causing an infection, this is not a dangerous practice. Unless some dumbass uses a penis plug that is way too large for that person. The Trainee knew this because every other Thursday night the Masters of their little group. Which he was counted as part of now while he trained met at Dr. Alex Mistry’s house to discuss such dark matters. These people lived this life in every way, most would never know this about any of them.
Henry was finishing up with the last bit of strapping to one of his friend’s, and now servant’s ankles. This would be fantastic. he was going to put the last meeting’s at Mistry’s little dark cabal’s sorcery to work. He thought of just the way he was going to make this smoking slave cum, which would be a first for him. He had watched Clifford, his trainer, use it on this slave and Dr. Mistry do it to the male slave of his stable, Arnold Newhouse.
When he did make him ejaculate, the plug would keep it from reaching the head but not all the sensation would be lost. Then it would harmlessly drain into his bladder, where he would normally excise it the next time he urinated. It would not get that far though, because another thing the had learned from the not so good doctor, was how to catharize someone. So, he would give it a little time to all drain down in there, then run a small catheter tubing into his bladder, which would have a small valve on it that only allowed fluid to flow in one direction. The end of that would be placed in the slave’s mouth to drain and for him to drink.
Stopping the free-flowing orgasm like this caused some pain in the balls of the slave, but Thomas’ would love it. Mistry had talked about taping the end of the catheter that drained into the slave’s mouth as he had done during the demonstration. Henry knew there was no reason for that, this slave would happily swallow it all voluntarily, as he had been told to. The Trainee thought him doing it voluntarily on command was much hotter than sealing it with tape and forcing him to do it.
He put he last screw into place and had him just as he wanted him positioned. He grabbed a big bottle of, ‘Gun Oil Lube and positioned himself down between the helpless slave’s exposed back door. He sat the bottle of lube down and the 20-volt DeWalt drill down on its big battery.
He asked the modified spider gagged slave, “Everything okay slave? None of the strapping is cutting off your circulation?”
“Uhm-Hm.”
This was Thomas’ universal indicator for either, ‘Yes’, or ‘Everything’s fine.’
He had the strapping wrapped around his balls pulled out wide, so it did not get in the way of his cock or hole. The trainee leaned down and began to thoroughly lick his hole. Yes, that tongue of his was going in there as this was suggested first for this procedure by Mistry. If a Master enjoyed rimming, Clifford had explained, one only worried about the hole. When making a slave do it make them lick the entirety of your crack, for humiliation and control purposes. Henry was in the Master position now so he just went for the hole as it would also help what he was about to do.
The slave liked the sensation, ‘Uh, uh,’ was as much as he could manage.
It made the Trainee’s dick tingle so he pushed his tongue in as deep as it would go and worked it around some. He couldn’t see but the sudden rush of sensation caused the slave, to close his eyes to just enjoy it. Now this was an absolute demonstration of power and control his friend was exercising over him. He was getting so good at it, and the slave loved it. What Henry was learning was an art, or highly specialized set of skills. He was learning to absolutely dominate someone and was using Thomas like a practice dummy. Though the slave knew his friend did not think of him as a live toy, but he would use him like crazy.
Henry worked at this for a while, when satisfied, he hopped off the table and came around to the slave’s exposed opening in his mouth and got into position. He had dispensed a good bit of the lube onto to of his fingers and used it on the inside of the hard plastic ring, got it nice and slick for his cock. Then he began to work it in through it to that hot mouth and awaiting tongue. He had grabbed both sides of his head roughly and was soon feeding it deeper and deeper.
He got about ¾ of the way in and his head encountered the opening of that tight throat. He smiled and began to push it in as far as it would go. The slave showing his enthusiasm and skill worked the Trainee’s shaft like crazy with his tongue.
“So damn good cocksucker, my knowledge and skills improve, and I didn’t think it was possible. Even you are becoming deadlier with that tongue of yours. Keep working it just like that, do not stop bitch.”
“Um-Um.”
The Master’s Trainee finally got his nice cock in as far as it could possibly go. He could see the bit of a bulge it made in the slave’s throat, below the piece of strap holding him in place. He took one of his hands and laid it on his throat as he began to pump and could feel as it slid in and out. Oh, that was like the ultimate in sexy and he pumped away for a few minutes till he started to feel the tingle. So, he stopped and withdrew and left the slave a nice parting gift of salty precum as a reward.
He went back around and got on the table and took his place back between his tied legs. He took the drill and shot another screw to tighten the strap wrapped around his balls. They had scrotum stretchers, tension rings, a hand wrapped around them squeezing worked wonders, scrotum vices, but this was just another simple way to tighten the balls that would hold till released.
Time to go to work, so he moved back, and got comfortable over the slave’s backdoor. He lubed up his index finger first, then began to insert it into the hole.
“Listen up slave.”
“Hum?”
As I begin to work my fingers round, whenever it feels better indicate so by making a noise bitch.”
“Uhm-Hm.”
He got that finger in and worked it around to temporarily loosen things up, he was always so damn tight. After working a little he withdrew the index finger and added some lube to both his index and middle fingers. He slowly worked them in, now he was on a hunt, he wanted to find his prostate gland so he could stimulate it.
One could do this indirectly by massaging the perineum or commonly called the taint. Direct prostate massage caused a much more powerful orgasm, though not going to do the slave much good today. A large cock or someone even using an average sized one, could also accomplish this with proper technique and regular rhythm. This was just another way, he would learn, and the slave would lie there and take it as he had no choice.
On most males the prostate was located about 2”-3” inside the rectum. He began to work around looking for it. In a couple of minutes, he got close.
“Mm.”
He continued this process till he could palpate it, the slave strained against the restraints.
“Mm-Mm-Mm!”
Henry smiled and rhythmically began to massage it. He could do this all he liked till he caused the slave’s cum to be blocked as he tried to shoot. Then as it was draining back into his bladder, he would go back around and fuck his helpless mouth and throat till he shot off and fill it full. Beautiful, then he would make him drink his own cum and piss, as a good bitch should.
As the Master Trainee continued to rhythmically massage his prostate, the slave could not help but try and squirm. The strap holding him was unyielding. This earned Henry reaching to the other side of the strapping encircling his balls and adding a screw to tighten them even more.
This felt good to the slave, “Mm-Uhm-Mm.”
The control gave Henry’s green eyes and tint of smugness, but making Thomas feel so good also added a tint of desire as well.
He could not lie and not admit there was a certain thrill knowing he could do this at will, and his friend could do absolutely nothing about it. It was a great feeling and he continued to steadily work away. He was getting close as Slave Thomas was breathing harder and harder. This is what the Trainee called fun, using his best friend anyway he wanted to. For their enjoyment and fun; one liking the control the other loving being under complete control.
The Trainee watched the slave’s cock for the tell-tell signs of what he was working for. ‘There she blows,’ or in this case would try too very hard. His pretty cock, all blocked up with the dick plug began to spasm.
The slave was trapped between two worlds as his bulbocavernosi muscle worked for all its worth to shoot his cum out. The only problem was the normal way currently had a detour, so the muscle pumped and pumped till it began to spasm itself a little bit. This caused a bit of pain itself, yet over time would make it stronger, and he would begin to ejaculate harder. It was harmlessly giving the muscle a workout.
The pleasure centers of the neurons that fired during this process suddenly died down, so you got sort of pleasure feeling mixed with the pain. It tried for a small time but gave up to all the resistance and as the spasms increased. What Thomas’ normally felt as he came, was now a different kind of pleasure. He was feeling pleasure and pain simultaneously, some guys were overpowered by the pain. The way this slave’s brain was wired, it all was translated to one of the best feelings he had ever experienced.
“Uh-Uh-Uhm-uh!” That was all he could manage with the gag in the way it was.
Henry watched till his nice cock stopped spasming and hopped off the table and went around to fuck that mouth and throat.
“Blink your eyes three times if you are, okay?”
He got the blinks, so stuck his dick back into the fitted gag, and was quickly, though that, into the mouth, and down into that tight throat. He put his hand back on it to feel it and began humping that mouth and throat. It felt so good, and the slave was going overtime with that tongue.
He would give him pauses down in that throat sometimes, as they were working to build his breath capacity. Thomas had gotten into a habit of humming when people had their cocks immersed down there.
To Henry, it felt fantastic, he was humming, ‘Around-Around-the-Mulberry-Bush.’
The Master Trainee said, “Around, around the mulberry bush, I am going to cum in that pretty mouth. Then I am going to make you drink your own piss and load you were just unable to shoot. You like that pretty cocksucker?”
“Mm-Hum.”
Oh, this was absolutely burning down to Henry, and he sped up. In a moment he began to feel the tingle a bit. The gag was built with plastic pieces that ran out the slaves lips and formed a seal when tightened down.
“I am getting close cocksucker, when I empty in your mouth then go for another little bit. When I pull out, I will then elevate your head up till you get if all swallowed down. Then I will remove the gag, take out your cock plug and let you clean that with your mouth. Your bladder will feel a little bloated…Oh Fuck…make sure and hold it.”
To Thomas, who did not get a chance to respond as the Master’s Trainee’s sweet cum began to fill his mouth. It truly was he and the Master Clifford were now drinking three glasses of Mango juice a day. The slave began swallowing the sweet cum and loved every drip of it.
“You know what a submissive cocksucker is supposed to do when I come in that mouth of yours. You love for me to shoot your mouth full of cum and then swallow it all down. Swallow it you cocksucker bitch.”
He pumped his mouth full, as he was really carrying a load this morning. So, he pumped a bit more through the thick, sweet liquid the slave had not managed to get down yet. Henry pulled is cock free of his mouth and gag, took a hand, and elevated his head so none leaked out the fitting. He watched with a pleasant look on his face as the slave gulped the rest down.
When he finished, he removed the modified gag and laid it on the table. Let his head relax back down till it was just perfect.
“Open your mouth and let me stick it back in. When I do gently use your tongue and lick me good and clean. As you are, I am going to remove the cock plug, make sure and hold your bladder contents.”
The slave opened wide, and his friend put his cock back in his mouth deeply. He used his tongue to lick it nice and clean for him. He was careful not to trigger any post orgasm sensitivity and cleaned it thoroughly. Henry reached down and carefully removed the cock plug, it did sting the slave a little. Then he slowly pulled his cock shallower and shallower, letting him clean it all. Finally, he pulled it free, and it was nice and clean as ordered.
“Open up again and clean this cock plug good.”
The slave opened and it was placed firmly in his mouth and began to tongue it nice and clean. Once done, he pulled that free and placed it inside of one of the sterilization bags to be autoclaved.
“Be right back cum deposit, don’t go anywhere.” He smiled down at his friend, then went over to a sink and began to thoroughly clean his hands with Hibiclens, Chlorhexidine Gluconate. He had thrown a sealed tray on the table next to the slave. Once good and clean he used a paper towel from a dispenser of a sealed box to dry good.
He came back and retrieved a small blue medical blanket, that had also been sterilized and laid it flat on the table. This created a sterile field, as Mistry said. He pulled the plastic off the top of the sealed tray and laid what he would use on the blanket. There was a pair of nitrile gloves in the tray, everything inside the tray was sterile. He carefully put on the nitrile gloves.
Next, he picked up a small clear tube from the blanket that had a blue valve near one end of it. He retrieved a small packet of sealed sterile lubricant, opened that, and spread it thinly about 8 inches down the other side of the tube. He was careful with the tubing and laid it back down.
There was a small, sealed wipe of Hibiclens, he opened and carefully and thoroughly cleaned the end and slit on the top of his dickhead of the slaves. He threw that on the table and got the lubed end of the tubing. This he placed at the slave’s slit, which opened to his urethra.
“Take a deep breath and hold it, this should not be too bad.”
When the slave complied, he began to push it down into his cock, keeping it straight and went slowly. As soon as he saw urine, and the cum that had washed back down into his bladder, he stopped. There was a place on the tubing, to insert an injector, minus the needle. He reached and retrieved the needleless hypodermic injector that had fluid in it that was in the tray. He put that to the port inserted it and injected all the liquid into it.
There was a tiny tube that ran outside the main one this fed. It was a small anchor that would hold the catheter in place. Once injected, he threw it on the table next to the used aseptic wipe. Then he took the other end of the tubing and passed it up to where the slave’s mouth was at. The tube had filled up to the blue valve which was made so that only liquid from the one end could flow. Nothing from the slave’s mouth could pass it and enter the bladder.
“Okay, cocksucker, open your mouth and I will put this tube inside. Seal your lips around it good and plenty of your cum and piss is going to flood your mouth. Keep swallowing till I remove it, and don’t waste a drop.”
The slave obediently opened his mouth and sealed it nice and tight around the tubing when Henry inserted it. Henry reached excitedly and turned a handle down on the blue valve which opened it. He was breathing heavier as he watched the contents of the tubing move on down. Now it was entering the slave’s mouth, and he was obediently sucking it down.
“That’s a good cocksucker bitch, keep on swallowing, there will be quite a lot. You like obeying Master Henry, don’t you?”
“Mm-Hm.” He looked over and locked eyes with the training Master. His eyes had that glazed look in them again, he really got off on pain, humiliation and obeying someone being dominant.
Henry reached down and stroked his nice hair as he sucked down his own cum and piss. His hair felt so good and watching him obey such as this felt good to him. Damn if he was not already popping another boner. Fuck! He was sweating like crazy, and the liquid flowed and flowed.
It took about fifteen minutes for all of Thomas’ load to drain from his bladder along with a liberal amount of his own piss. He had swallowed every drop as his friend and current under/Master had excitedly watched ever second of that.
He had then set his friend free, stopped the flow of urine with the valve. Had made sure to deflate the little liquid filled plastic ball holding the catheter in place. He removed the tubing and placed it in a biohazard bag. He sat in a free chair and watched the slave clean up the remainder of the mess.
Henry asked, “Thomas? We talk for a minute, serious, friends, forget you have been ordered to do what I say?”
Thomas continued working smiled at him and said, “Sure Henry what is it man?”
“Just something for my peace of mind Thomas. The stuff I make you do, the way I dominate you, you let me dominate you. It doesn’t fuck with our friendship, does it? You are my best friend and have been for a long time, I could not live with that. You are a good person and a good friend, I just don’t want to mess that up because I make you do something like, catharize you and while you are helpless and have you empty a cum dump and piss in your mouth. What if I own you some day? You must answer to me all the time, as I have gotten a real taste for this. I have much more of a taste of having you as my best friend.”
Thomas came over to him and kneeled and smiled. “Our friendship is just fine I go along with all the stuff you want me to do or make me do because I love it. If fate someday sees you as my Master, I will serve you loyally and still be your best friend. I am like some kind of symbiotic organism from science fiction. I attached to you in grade school and am attached for life, just try getting rid of me.”
Henry smiled back and pulled him close and gave him an aggressive kiss.
“Thomas, sometimes, well, you are just one of those people that makes one think you are just too good to be true.”
Thomas held eye contact, “The domination and submission, humiliation, and control, all of it we can do because we both like it. You can consider this a universal constant though; I am now and will always be your best friend. If you are in need, hurt, just need to talk, whatever, I will always be there just like I always have.”
Henry pulled him in, and they kissed longer this time and more aggressively.
Finally, he said, “I will always be there for you too man. Now, since we have that cleared up, Trainee face back on.
He reached down and unzipped his shorts and pulled them and his underwear down to the ankles. His cock was raging again, having watched his friend suck his own piss and urine down.
“Since you are kneeled down bitch, suck my cock till I cum and swallow every bit of it.”
“Yes Sir.” The slave dropped and got to work on that vigorously.
As the feelings of pleasure and contentment spread though him. He knew the future would have many more good things to bring to them.