A Different Kind of Life

Chapter 17

(Stayover Part 2) 

Thomas Brody was seated on the floor of one side of Master Dave Mullingar in the kitchen of his large penthouse. His slave, Billy was seated at his other foot. They were all eating the nice lunch Thomas had made for them. There were soft tacos, refried beans, and rice. It was quite delicious, and they had all worked up a good appetite Dave Mullingar held up one of the soft tacos and presented it to his slave.

He said, “You see Billy, this mysterious artifact I am holding was generated by a lost art to part of man. The part you belong to anyway, its food made with a dark sorcery called cooking. This is delicious slave Thomas, as you could guess Billy and I order out a great deal.”

Thomas swallowed his mouthful of food down and replied, “Thank you for the compliment, Sir, Mullingar.”

“That Billy would be called showing proper respect and good manners. This is quite educational for you.”

Slave Thomas had to stifle a laugh, despite being snobbish Daniel Mullingar could be hilarious.

The Master went on, “After we eat, I must leave and run into the office. Thomas, that muscle bound master of yours called so he will not be returning till tomorrow evening, or possibly the next day. So, we have all kinds of time to play. I won’t be gone that long, if you will make out a grocery list for fresh stuff slave. Do so while I am getting ready, and I will stop by the market and pick it up.”

Billy said pleadingly, “Master, please don’t lock us in the dog cages when you are gone. Please, I beg you, allow me to play with hot stuff here while you are away.”

The Master considered it, “Well since you begged properly, I see no reason not. Keep that sadistic side of yours under control, if you injure him, it will not go well for you. I fucking mean it Billy!”

The handsome slave looked innocent and angelic, “Absolutely Master, I know how far I can go.”

Thomas did not like the sound of this, but it could be exciting. That is what he would hope for anyway.

They finally finished eating and without being told, Thomas began to straighten up the kitchen.

“You see Billy, that is called being industrious and not a lazy slob. You help him in here and let him make out a list of things for me to pick up. If you want anything put it on there.”

Billy answered, “Yes Master.”

Daniel Mullingar got up and exited the kitchen leaving the two slaves.

Billy said, “Make that list the Master wants, and I will deal with the dishes. There is a writing tablet over on that counter.

Thomas said, “Thank you,” and walked over and started composing the list.

As he loaded the dishwasher, Billy asked, “Is it true what they say about you? You get off on pain and all excited over it?”

As Thomas worked on the list he replied, “Yes, I am what is called a masochist. I did not know till recently, though it has always been part of my fantasy life.”

Billy looked over at him and gave him a funny looking grin. “We will play around with that some while the Master is away. The second he steps out the door I am in charge, understand?”

“Yes Billy, I know how the group rules work, and you are senior here. I will do as you want me to.”

Thomas noticed that Billy who was allowed to wear a pair of bikini style underwear was getting hard. He continued filling his list out till it was complete. One thing was for sure they would be well fed while he was here.

“Billy if you want to add something to this, my part is done, I can finish that for you.”

Billy replied, “As you should.”

They traded places and Billy put some junk foods stuff on the list he liked and some soda pop. Thomas neatly finished cleaning the kitchen spotless. As he finished, once Billy had added what he wanted to the list then sat down at a kitchen chair and watched Thomas work with that wicked grin on his face. Thomas figured he was in for a rough go, but it made him start to get hard anyway. This one had a mean streak to him, but Slave Thomas found that appealing.

Billy walked over and took him roughly by his hardening dick and led him back to the living room. He sat on the couch and gestured for Thomas to take his place at his feet. He gladly complied and took his place on the floor at his feet.

The senior slave told him, “While you are down there lick my feet good for me.”

“Yes, Sir Billy,” he bent down and began working them good with his tongue.

Master Mullingar came back into the room, dressed in a nice Italian suit. He looked sharp and capable and surveyed the slaves.

“I see the zealous Billy has wasted no time; he can be intense when he is allowed. You up for that slave Thomas, if not I can lock you both is separate dog cages.”

Thomas paused for a moment and said, “It’s fine Sir Mullingar, the list is lying on the table there.” He got back to licking immediately.

The Master got the list, a set of car keys and headed out the door. His Master had said he was an important man, something to do with trading stocks and investment. Billy let the slave do this for a bit, it felt quite good. He was deadly with that tongue of his and was not bashful about using it. He had a raging boner again, so time to indulge some appetites he rarely got to.

He got up and said, “Follow me slave,” and headed back into the master bedroom with Thomas in tow.

Once inside he told the visiting slave to sit on the bed just a minute. Thomas sat there waiting to see just what he had in mind. He went and got some stuff out of a wardrobe. Now there was something you did not see every day amongst some other stuff he had a sturdy looking straitjacket. He, put his other stuff on the bed but kept the jacket.

“On your feet and face me slave.”

“Yes Sir,” and he rose and got into position to Billy’s liking.

“Stick your arms straight out and let’s get you all nice and helpless for me.” He had a very satisfied look on his face as he worked to dress the slave in the straitjacket. He was going to have some real fun for a change, with this great looking young man. It took a little time, but he finally got slave secured away in the jacket.

“How does that feel junior bitch?”

Thomas was honest, “No way I am getting out of this thing, Sir.”

“Now lay on your back on the bed and use your legs to scoot over to the center. I know I seem intense at times, but no worries. I am only inflicting pain and stuff on you because I heard you liked that. I am not going to really hurt you it is just exciting is all. So, do not be afraid, okay?”

“Yes Sir,” as he hopped on the bed and scooted into position.

Tommy thew several things he had gotten out up beside him and climbed on top of him. First, he took a sturdy looking flexible band and worked it down over his dick. Then he stretched around the back of his balls. It was tight so this process was painful. It turned them both on. It was made in such a way that it elevated Thomas’ cock and balls a bit from where they usually rode at. Next, he took some adjustable leather straps and used them, once sliding them underneath to tighten the Junior slave’s legs good and tight together as well as his ankles.

Next, he took a plastic handle that had a piece of thick twine coming out of it, that had a small noose on the end of it. As he worked it around Thomas’ balls level with the strap, pulled it tight. He looked at the helpless junior slave with a huge grin on his face. He laid it down on the bed for use later. He reached into a drawer and pulled good sized plastic bag out of it. He closed the door back and straddled the helpless slave, across his chest facing his head.

“Now junior slave, you are to keep you mouth shut, no talking unless I ask you something. You got that bitch?”

“Yes Sir.”

Billy took the plastic bag and slowly worked it over the immobilized slave’s head and face. He did this slowly as it thrilled him and for shock effect. Once it was in place, he squeezed the excess air out of it and tightened it around the slave’s neck to form a seal. This caused his dick to tingle; oh, this was such a thrill. He leaned down and put is face close to the slaves so he could see his eyes as he did this.

Thomas could see the look of pure pleasure on the senior slave’s face this was causing. It did not take long before it became difficult for him to breath. As he began to reflexively open his mouth to take in oxygen that was not there. He could also see that this was making Sir, Billy hard as a rock. The slave in control just impassively watched his face and attempts to get oxygen.

Billy was skilled at this and knew when to pull the bag off. He looked down and he had oozed a copious amount of precum from his cock. He scooped it off with his finger and pushed it inside the helpless slave’s mouth who licked it clean with vigor.  Straddling him he watched this with sheer delight, now this was fun. When the finger was clean and clear he began to slowly pull the plastic bag back down into its position. He did the same as before and delighted at just how much control he had over this bound slave. He watched him struggle to breath inside the plastic again for the right amount of time and pulled it back off. He reached his right hand around and felt that Thomas’ nice dick was hard as could be. Oh, yeah, he enjoyed this, and soon, Billy was going to ride that nice dick, after he sucked it a little first.

But a little more, breath play, first with the plastic bag, it was not an appetite of his that got indulged frequently. He watched the handsome young man struggling to breath again. To him that was fucking hot, as could be, maybe as it came. He could see himself growing into a Master someday. He liked the control and power it gave him over someone else. He removed the bag again and put it back in the drawer. Then got on his knees beside the junior slave.

He said smugly, “See, all is well, only idiots that get over excited doing that are dangerous. I am skilled at it you don’t even have a headache, do you? You have a thorough understanding of the rules, right?”

Thomas said, “Yes Sir. I am junior here, so when Sir, Mullingar is away you are in charge. I do not have a headache Sir My Master has that kink too sometimes. Headaches are a sure sign of overdoing it, and blood oxygen levels dropping too low.”

“See, you know the game well, I won’t cause you injury. You are honest and tell the truth?”

“Yes, Sir Billy, my word is solid gold.”

Billy reached down and patted his pretty hair, “So, you are to keep our little breath play session between us. You are not to tell anyone else about it ever, got it?”

“It will stay between me and you Sir, you have my word. It was intense, I kind of enjoyed it.”

The senior slave’s face was pure lust now, he said, “Damn! You really are close to perfect. In the future we will be doing that some more bitch. It always stays between me and you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The senior slave bent down and began working the junior slave’s cock into his mouth. Oh, this was a good sensation for both, Billy was careful to go slow he wanted that cock up is ass for a bit. He finally worked it into his throat and started sucking the helpless slave very slowly. He got rewarded with a blast of precum, oh, he loved it.

Thomas’ world shrank as that tight throat and hot, wet mouth was not the usual for him. Billy was good, as far as he was concerned, he was tingling with pleasure emanating all throughout his body. The senior slave could see it on his face and loved it. He even used his teeth and tightened them down a little, not enough to leave a mark, but so he could feel it.

“Oh, hell, so good.”

The little sadist sucked him slowly just enough to get his cock covered all in the thick saliva he was producing. He made sure it was covered good and pulled off. He repositioned and straddled him facing away from him. He got things properly aligned up and got Thomas’ cock to begin sliding into his ass. Then he sat all the way down on it and decided to see if it was true. He grabbed the handle connected to the noose around his balls and jerked it a few times. Not enough to inure him, but he would feel it and those nuts would be sore tomorrow.

“Oh, yeah, damn.”

Billy grinned, it was true, if only he could have access to this one all the time. He began to slowly ride him, loving the feeling of his cock up inside him.

He turned his head and said, “Try and hold out as long as you can, that feels great. That is not too rough on your balls?”

“It feels pretty good to me as well, Sir. It is perfectly fine if you enjoy doing it.”

He continued to move up and down on him slowly and occasionally, would take the take the nylon cord and give his balls a good solid yank. This caused a good deal of pain, but the way Thomas’ brain was wired it was translated to pleasure. Billy’s ass was tight, and he knew just how to ride someone to get the maximum amount of time out of them. While he still drew a great deal of pleasure out of it.

There were many people that did get lots of pleasure out of being on the receiving end of good anal sex. Billy was like, the helpless slave he was using currently he was one of them. A nice tight ass was highly innervated, and in males the prostate gland added to the sensation. It had much to do with the one giving the anal sex as to how enjoyable it was. Someone that knew how to fuck and do it right could make one squirm and beg for more of it. Doing it this way gave the senior slave full control of just what was happening.

Master had broken him in well and liked to dish it out rough. There had been some adjustment in the beginning, but he had quickly adapted and would never get tired of Master Mullingar pounding away on him.

Ironic, Master was stopping by the market, they had first encountered each other in a grocery store. Billy had been working in the produce department and one of the wealthiest men in the city had liked his good young looks. He had also, recognized him whom he was. Master was attracted to all sorts of types, yet there was no denying his slave was a looker. He couldn’t believe it when the handsome Dave Mullingar had propositioned him to become his property. Had that even been a real question, for this slave there was only one possible answer to that.

His Master was good to him, bought him whatever he liked, took care of him. What he demanded in return was obedience and the slave was a bit of a brat. Some like Master liked that so whenever Mullingar needed sexual attention, Billy was always up for it. The whole spectrum of it, he denied his Master nothing.

The Master’s associated with their little group were good to their slaves. Sure, they got their asses beat sometimes, shocked, subject to breath play, some were routinely sounded, they were stress tied, condition to confinement. At the end of the day however, they were treated well. Bought them the nicest of clothes, most of the slave’s drove expensive new cars. That was the bargain for becoming someone’s property and being obedient to them. The Master’s were happy, the slaves were happy not a bad deal.

The senior slave continued to ride the helpless junior slaves dick to the rhythm he liked. Once Thomas had unloaded in him, he was going to mouth, and throat fuck him to deposit another load. He belonged to him until the Master was back. He reached and grabbed the wooden handle again and gave his balls another solid yank. He watched the helpless slave’s features as the sensation played out throughout his body.

Below him the slave went, “Umm-Umm.”

“What is it bitch, you may speak.”

“I am getting close, Sir.”

The senior slave grinned more and sped his riding up. “Tell me when to I can go all the way down on you.”

“Yes Sir.”

In just a few minutes, said, “Release is eminent.”

Billy pushed all the way down on him and began to feel his dick as it spasmed deep inside him.

The slave below him went, “Uh-Oh-Ah-Fuck!” Saying a word each time it pumped. The hot slave riding him, loved the look on his face. He had regenerated a great deal of cum in a short time. The rider enjoyed feeling it pump up deep inside him with each spasm.

“Yeah bitch, pump that cum up inside me, you know you like it.”

When the payload was delivered, Billy hopped off and grabbed the top part of the helpless junior slave’s cock. He began to pump it frantically subjecting him to some post orgasmic torture. The junior slave tried to move away from it but was, unable to do so. When it finally wore off, he gave the nylon cord another stout jerk. Then he climbed up and positioned himself to give that mouth and throat another good fucking. He laid on his knees just above him with their heads pointing in the same direction. He pushed his cock to those perfect lips and didn’t have to say a word. Thomas opened wide and stuck his tongue out to receive him.

The young man on top pushed in and roughly shoved it all the way to the root. Then he began aggressively fucking that hot mouth and tight throat. He worked him for several minutes and pulled up a little so his blasts of cum would get all in his mouth this time. As soon as it had all spurted out and leaned over him to watch him to work to swallow it.

“That’s right, get it all down as a good cocksucker should.”

He laid down o top of him and they both spent a few minutes breathing heavily. The young man on top grabbed the handle with the nylon noose around Thomas’ ball and gave it one last sturdy yank. Then he began to liberate him of his bonds. It did not take long till he was free with a satisfied look on his face on the edge of the bed. The senior in charge sat next to him, and they spent several minutes kissing deeply. Finally, Billy put all the gear away nice and neatly.

They went back in the living room, Senior on the couch, and junior on the floor at his feet. They heard the outside locks turning and the Master came in and two valets had carried the supplies up.

Master Mullingar said, “You two get that stuff stowed away properly. This is going to be one hell of an evening.” They would see what was to come, it would be, to say the least, interesting.