(Treachery)
Slave Max was now in a place he had been a few times and was doing his best to focus on pleasing his Master, but it was hard to concentrate. He had run across an inconsistency, as Ralph Waldo Emerson had put it, “Inconsistency is the hobgoblin of the little mind.’ There was only one problem with that in this situation. Maxwell Stapleton did not have a little mind he may be one of the smartest people in quite some square mile periphery around him. In his case inconsistency in numbers and finance could be a thermonuclear weapon if he noticed it. He had noticed something, he was sure, just a bit more checking first.
Right now, he was handcuffed behind his back, wearing ankle cuffs that had been tied to the rail at the bottom on the bunk. He was looking up into the pubic region and lower musculature of his Master’s abdomen, when he pulled up each time. And his Master, Richard’s, big cock was being run steadily into his mouth as he way laying on top of him fucking his mouth and throat steadily. He had a real mouthful of it and was getting steady blasts of salty precum into his mouth as his Master worked him.
The Master had his slave placed halfway down the bed, and both of their heads were pointed in the same direction. His slave had gotten good enough now at deepthroating him, he could do it even with the upward curvature of his big cack was opposite that of his downward curvature of his slave’s throat. In fact, it even felt better, as it was very tight and created more friction.
The top half of his Master’s body was lying up above the slave’s mouth and he was lying there holding a pillow under his chest hugging it. He was steadily pumping his slave’s mouth. Time was becoming a factor, so he was pumping long strokes and relatively fast. It felt tremendous to him, as he pumped each time, and was starting to feel good.
“Yeah bitch, take that big cock, and keep those lips tighter. Oh, that fucking feels good.”
It was hard for his slave to concentrate it was still two days before his cock cage came off. This was Friday and having a Master that reveled in control, was always great but sometimes one had to look at it like a long-term investment. His master ever since last Tuesday, had been randomly pushing him up against a wall, or sat him down, on when mouth/throat fucking him in the opposite direction. Then he had had been unlocking the top of the cage, which gave him access to the slave’s cock. He had told him to signal at the first sign of starting to cum, either by telling him when he could, or lightly taking his teeth and nipping his cock a few times.
This is where Master Koufax, his Master had shown his control kink strongly. He would edge him two or three times, then taken a washcloth filled with ice and held it on his slave’s cock as he continued doing whatever it was, he was doing to him, which would make it shrink back down. The cage was then snaped back into place, checked for the right snugness, and locked back into place. He had been doing this to him for three days now, and the slave felt literally on fire.
Master had been using him two, sometimes three times a day to get off. Had made him worship his balls, his feet, his cock, had even began to make the slave rim him thoroughly, as he showed his control and stimulated that king in him, as he was satisfied on demand, but the slave had to wait till Sunday.
His slave, Max, did not mind this one bit, he liked being under the utter and total control of the big man. Plus, he knew, when he was allowed to finally get off this Sunday, it might rival the explosion of Krakatoa in 1883.
Oh, fuck this, he was in charge, and things happened as he wanted them to. He took the key free from its chain and began unlocking the cage. His slave assumed He was just going to edge him some more, not this time. His Master rarely did this but still he did at time, he continued pumping his mouth, and leaned down and took his slave’s cock into his mouth. He worked it a little while and got it nice and wet, then pulled up and wrapped a big strong hand around it and jerked him steadily and fast.
Being used by his Master and enjoying it so much really turned him on now. And he was sweating like crazy. His Master had explained this was making his testosterone levels run high in his body. He had to be careful, when that happened one could become agitated, maybe be grouchy, and it sure was hard to concentrate well at times.
His slave always had a good temperament even if he wanted to fuck a hole on the wall, damn anything, but that would be Sunday. He realized his Master was not pulling back, oh fuck yes, that felt good.
His Master said, “I am getting close, just because I give you a break, afterwards it goes back on till Sunday.’
In a couple of minutes his master was jerking his so fast, and where he had been edged, it began to tingle, he was really going to do it. His Master was shooting cum down into his mouth, so he could not make much noise.
Big Master Richard, had just about emptied in the slave and then watched his nice cock, shoot cum all over his tummy and abdomen. He continued to pump him and used his weight to hold him in place, though he didn’t try to move.
” That feels so good, bet you could feel that bitch?”
“Oh, Master that feels so warm, I was really burning to shoot a load, but I knew better than to ask. Oh Fuck!”
Once the big guy was empty, he got on his knees closer to his slave. He checked his phone, took a couple of pictures of his slave’s cum drenched abdomen. Checked the time and he had a few minutes still. So, he took two of his big fingers and scooped up a good deal of the cum from his abdomen and pushed the fingers up to his slave’s mouth.
“Open up and lick those good and clean, get it all. It is a good thing too you didn’t ask, if you had I would just make you go another week. Wait till Sunday, you are going to see how powerful waiting for such a short time and being constantly stimulated is. No More breaks till then, you must remember you make me hot as well.”
He slave licked and worked hard and got it all finally licked clean. His Master reached back down and got most off his abdomen. Took a wet cloth and cleaned him thoroughly. Then even used a wet wipe and rubbed his abdomen and privates own. The then he slid the chastity cage back into place and locked it nice and snug.
He watched his slave staring into his eyes, as he worked to clean the fingers. He loved to watch him do it and could spend all day doing something like this. Richard Koufax, this handsome young man’s Master, who everyone called the King here was developing a crack in his armor. Slaves were supposed to be property to be used, sometimes shared, hell even traded if something better came along. Watching his gorgeous blue eyes hold his eyes contact, and he was so loving licking his cum from those fingers. He was developing feelings for this one.
He tried to distract himself, “Now every time I use you between now and Sunday, too bad you will be all caged up. I have been extremely lenient with you but there will be no more, I will let you get off Sunday.” He grinned, “Unless I change my mind to just amuse myself and make you go another full week.”
Even with the big fingers he was licking clean, his handsome slave grinned, and there was a knowing look in his eyes. That would not happen, this big man above him might give him a bit of cum control, but he was honest with him. The cage would come off Sunday, it was something to look forward to. He had grown to know his Master and had begun to think of himself as his. He loved every delicious lick and was very thorough, he had never felt the way he did about this big muscular man that had his mouth stuffed with his own cum covered fingers. Just because the man on top of him liked it.
Master said, “Better get a move on, you’ve got that godawful English elective class and believe you said you were going up to the Warden’s office to do some work. You need to shower and clean yourself well and brush your teeth and rinse with mouthwash. Make sure to get yourself and that cage cleaned well.”
Finally, he was finished and started to get his clothing ready.
Master, interrupted him, “Go on and hit the shower, I will pick your clothes out. You are running a bit behind I don’t mind doing it.”
The slave showered quickly and cleaned the cage and himself well. It was tight to get the cleaning brushes, and sponges on the end of a stick in there. Yet, he was getting better at it. He quickly and thoroughly brushed his teeth and rinsed twice with blue Listerine. He was smooth and clean and came back into the room naked. Clyde Owens was there and gave him an appreciative look.
The Master had laid him out the standard uniform with a pair of small tightly-whites BVD to cover the cage with. The bulge in his crotch would be noticeable and everyone would know what it was. As the Master and his chief enforcer talked shop, he dressed neatly and had gathered his school materials. He noticed Jonesy was waiting for him at the entrance of the cell.
As he left, “See you in about three hours Master, maybe three and a half. Stuff always comes up one does not expect.”
His Master looked at him, “Just the very second you are free get that ass of yours that belongs to me back up there.”
The big man walked over to him and seized him solidly and bent down and shoved his tongue in his mouth. Soon he was allowed to pull away and exited, Jonesy fell right him step with him.
As they made their way to the habitat towards the classes area, Jonesy asked, “Having a good day young Max?”
“Not too bad Jonesy.”
They finally got to his class and the heavyset officer said, “I will be back to get you and escort you up to the administrative wing.”
The class was boring, they were covering Sandburg, he liked the poem, ‘Chicago’, it was the ‘Hog butcher to the world.’
He handed his assignment in once class was over and was given a new paper to write to have ready before next class. He exited with the rest of the students and Estes was in Jonesy’s place as they had a shift change. He was never what one would term as friendly.
They began walking towards the administrative section of the building.
The thin guard said, “Figures, right off the bat I get escort duty to the Warden’s pet bitch. I have no idea what they see in you because I don’t see much. If it wasn’t for your good looks, you would be nothing more than like the rest of the trash here.”
“Yes, correction officer Estes I totally agree.”
The guard smirked at him, “At least you know your place, you piece of white trash.”
The man was always verbally abusive when he was alone with you.
“Yes, corrections officer, Estes I am plain white trash.”
They finally reached the entrance to the administrative wing and Estes had to radio and it buzzed. He did not open the door for Max he struggled with it, as his hands were full, but finally got it open.
“Thank you for the escort, corrections officer Estes.”
“Get your ass on in there and do whatever it is you do up here, I have things to do.”
“Yes, corrections officer Estes.”
Max entered and went to his workroom, unlocked the door, the computer and MacBook pro were waiting on the desk with the legal pads. He put his stuff down on a table sat down and opened Spotify and started some music. The song that started playing was, ‘Secrets’, by a band called OneRepublic. He got himself a coke out of the college dorm sized refrigerator and sat down and began to analyze what he had been onto. He got on the desktop and used Excel and generated a graph, there was no doubt now. His nagging feeling had been right, he had given his word.
There was a phone also on the desk, that could only reach internal locations, but he called the Warden’s secretary. Today it was a woman named June and she was always very nice to everyone.
“Warden’s Office, this is June, how may I help you?”
He had never had to call before, “June, this is Max at the end of the hall. When he is available, I need to see him please, I think he will want to see this.”
Her voice was very sweet as she said, “Hang on and let me check if he is busy.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
She was back almost immediately and said, “He is on his way down now Max. I brought some fresh baked pumpkin pies in today. Get yourself and Richard a slice. I will put them in Styrofoam containers and label them in the refrigerator in the break room. Don’t forget them okay, they are quite good if I do say so myself.”
“Thank you, Ma’am you are too kind, we will enjoy that.”
A couple of minutes later he heard the locks being disengaged from the outside and the snake himself, Warden Stanton appeared. He looked as immaculate as ever and had a pair of reading glasses on riding up to his forehead. He smiled his venomous smile at the young man.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Stapleton, this is the first time you had called me, so I figured it was important. What seems to be the problem, young man.”
Spotify had changed tracks to Marvin Gay’s, ‘Sexual Healing’, that was fucking awkward.
“Well sir, I keep coming across irregularities that I do not have an explanation for. There was someone that was initialing and signing their accounting books, Martin Fraser, he typically just put his initials MF on them. I am assuming he did this before I began doing it. Sir, what I cannot explain is that the change in inventory, and general pricing is the same. But since I began doing this there is a steady 2-3% difference in the totals. The ones I am doing are higher, such a marginal amount might be easily missed if not looked at scrupulously. Over some time that could build up to some real money.”
Warden Stanton did not look one bit amused, “Show me, please.”
Max took a few minutes to show him the difference between when he had taken over this and what it had been before. Then he showed the Excel generated graphs.
Now Warden Stanton was looking furious, “How much money are we talking about here?”
Max said, “It is according to how long they did this. If it were an ongoing thing, like in the one year we are talking about a difference of $80,000/USD and some change.’
Warden Stanton said, “Print me copies on your laser printer of the discrepancies and those graphs.”
“Yes Sir.”
As he began doing so, he added, “How would you make that much money disappear, there were only ledgers.”
Max Stapleton, said, “Well Sir, I have been thinking about that and there would only be one way, to do it efficiently and escape detection. If you will allow me, I can check it. But if I am wrong would rather not be stomped in the ground by your network security engineers. If I am right, they would never even know it.”
The Warden grinned at him, “I knew you could be a valuable asset, proceed, I will handle them if there is a problem.”
“Yes Sir.” He rolled over to the desktop and opened a Microsoft Power-Shell screen which was an administrative tool built into newer computers. It was like a dos prompt on Herculean Steroids, for those that knew their way around the commands there was not as aspect of the machine one could not use it to manage the computer with. He worked for about 15 minutes and found what he was looking for. Someone had used this machine and circumvented the routers, switches and firewalls that kept this machine locked down. They had furthermore made an invisible administrative account so they could reach anyplace with this machine.
He took a moment and explained to the warden what he was looking at. Maxwell Stapleton was very good with computers, better than MF, because he was also able to pull up all the log files, where he had opened outside bank accounts and had transferred the money to them. It had been quite bit over a two-year period and all the transactions were stamped with the username this individual had used.
The Warden said, “Son of a bitch!”
“Whomever this Martin Fraser was, he could not do this alone. He would have had to have someone physically go to these banking institutions in person and open the accounts and have them set up for electronic transfer. Oh, I guess it would be this individual, whoever Kevin Barlow is, I am unfamiliar with them.”
Warden Stapleton had nasty look on his face, “He works in accounting and helps with computer work from time to time. So, you could easily have done what you just did and had full access to our entire network, seems you know what you are doing?”
“Well, yes Sir, my father is an engineer and always encouraged me to and purchased me the latest greatest computers. I would never do such a thing Sir it is illegal, and I gave you, my word.”
The Warden had a nasty look on his face now, “Please print out all the electronic transfer vouchers, and more work. I also want you to hunt down any discrepancy that has occurred since you began this job, that happened before.”
He got it all printed out and the Warden grabbed it up, “Enough good work for one day Mr. Stapleton, you really are not a criminal. Head back to the habitat, I will have Harrison escort you back up. I will reward you for this, please let Richard know what Martin did, and that individual will be sorry he did, he is still riding probation.”
Thomas gathered his things, “Have a good afternoon and evening.” ‘You motherfucker.’
“That is the way to do your job Mr. Stapleton, you do the same.”
Thomas went down to the breakroom and gathered up the pumpkin pie slices from the refrigerator. He met Harrison who escorted him back to the habitat. He entered the cell and put his things away, got his Master’s food tray ready and sat a slice of homemade pie with it, and got him a coke.
He got himself one, and then prepared his tray. He was ready to eat and was hungry.
His Master said, “Have fun with your top-secret, CIA covert operation up with the office flunkies?”
“Yes, Master I did, who is Martin Fraser, Sir?”
The king stiffened and clenched a bit at that name, “He was my slave that got out right before you showed up. Why do you ask?”
“I think he got himself into some serious shit, the Warden told me to inform you.”
His Master said, “Good. Now get these trays stowed away, I need a blowjob, then we need to hit the books.”
“Yes Master.”
A few moments later he was naked, between his Master’s legs, with his hands cuffed snugly behind him. He licked his Master’s balls well, worshipped his cock and finally the big guy pushed him down onto it.
“All the way down cocksucker and hold it in your throat.”
The slave slowly worked his way down on the big cock, worked and finally his lips met solidly with his pubic region. His Master took his right leg and lifted it and bent in in behind his head. He grabbed that ankle and put a bit of extra pressure with his leg locking his slave all the way down on him. He added to pressure to get him just a bit deeper on it.
“Yeah cocksucker, I like the feeling of that tight throat. Hold as long as you can and take you teeth and nip my cock gently with them.”
Between the regular workouts, particularly the treadmill, his Master constantly holding him deep on his big cock, his ability to hold it longer was increasing. When they worked out, the master wanted him to stay toned, build cardiovascular endurance, but did not want him working out to bulk up. He really liked his slave’s body type, if he were to build too much muscle mass, he would not like that.
He stayed quite deep on it locked in place by that muscular leg. The Master was taking his free leg and foot to occasionally jostle his cage with. The slave lasted nearly four minutes, oh yes, he was getting much better. He got three lite nips from his teeth and released his leg.
“Now just come up and work the shaft and head and deep breaths through your nose. Get that oxygen back up bitch, that feels fantastic.”
The Master let him work that shaft and head of his cock, guiding him slowly with a hand on the back of his head. His slave had learned to keep his lips so tight. That tongue never stopped. He let him go till he knew his oxygen levels were up good again.
“Now all the way back down on it and hold it bitch.”
Again, the Master locked that leg back behind his neck and grabbed and ankle with is left hand. This time though the Master put his other hand flat on the bed and used it as leverage to rock his hips slightly up into his slave’s face. Now this was giving him a little of that tight throat friction all over the top 1/3rd of his big cock. He kept doing this still right at four minutes later, his slave nipped his shaft with his teeth.
He immediately released the leg lock and the slave slid up it some. It took a second to get the thick spit down he was producing and then he began to take long regular breaths through his nose. Master put a hand on the back of his head and guided him up and down, but not deep enough he could not get his 02 levels back up.
It all felt unbelievably good to the Master, as the thick saliva he was swallowing lubricated it marvelously. They spent a half an hour going through this cycle. Finally, the Master was ready to rock. He pulled him up then to where he could easily breath but still work 2/3rds of it. He gave him a moment to get the saliva down, another minute to get his oxygen level up good and high. Then grabbed both sides of his head with those big hands and semi-roughly worked that head up and down the length of him.
To some watching this, they might think the slave was uncomfortable. Being held this tight and made to go at such a fast pace. It was the opposite and he loved every inch of that big cock as he was slid up and down it. Now he began to get the frequent blasts of precum, his Master was close.
“Yeah, bitch I am about to fill that nice mouth of yours full. You are getting so good at doing this.”
“Fuck!”
The Master’s balls emptied, and he watched his slave’s eyes as they did and felt good all over. From the look he saw his slave was enjoying this as much as he was. He worked to greedily swallow every single drop and kept those nice blue eyes locked on his Masters. He had nothing but a pleasant look in them as he worked to swallow his load down.
A few minutes later his slave had sucked him dry again, he had removed his restraints. They were sitting side by side at the back of Master’s bunk with their backs against the wall. The master had one of his big muscular arms across his slave’s shoulder holding him close.
He told the slave, “If Martin has crossed the Warden, he’s not off parole yet. Our lovely Mr. Stanton will find a way to get him back in here, when he does it will be nothing but trouble.”
His slave Max replied, “We will deal with it as it comes, Master.”
“That we will.”
