A Different Kind of Life

Chapter 3

Good Morning Sunshine

The next Saturday morning, Clifford’s cellphone went off at 7:00 A.M. he reached over and shut the alarm off. He rolled over and still lying there, hands tied to the headboard of the bed, and feet secured to a metal ring in the floor at the foot of the bed. His handsome little cocksucker and slave, Thomas was still sleeping comfortably. The tethering was secure, and he could not get free on his own, but it was not meant to be uncomfortable.

He had made him strip naked before he had tied him in the bed, the Master took a moment to enjoy the site of him. He looked forward to the day, he would be disobedient or break a rule and end up right where he was tied in a stress position as Clifford slept the night away. The thought was enough to make the main vein in his cock stir and send ripples of pleasure through his whole body as it rose and slid across the bedsheets.

He just laid there and watched his nice body as his chest rhythmically rose and fell. He looked so much better since he had been shaved so smoothly down his body. A strand of his hair had fallen at the center of his face and Clifford Thornton knew or was at least starting to feel as if something good out of the universe had fallen and landed at his feet. He had been so close to it for all those years, and all he had ever done was get a secret thrill of walking past him, with his big cock hanging out in the locker room. Knowing that Thomas Brody probably went to his home at night in his bedroom and jerked his cock thinking about it.

Wonder if Thomas Brody, ever had an inkling that the star high school quarterback. The one who everyone wanted to be like, and always demanded his attention. That while Thomas was at home jerking off to him, that Clifford was in his bed, doing the same as he was fantasizing of fucking this pretty slave doggy style up the ass? Oh, he had many times, or when some other boy or girl was sucking him off, it was not them the big jock was thinking of. Now, he had him and he could be shaped into anything Clifford wanted him to be. To learn everything the Master liked, exactly the way he liked it done. The best part is that he would grow to enjoy doing it as much as he would having it done to him or carrying out the various things he was told to do.

As if he sensed he was being watched, Thomas’s nice blue eyes opened and focused on him. Clifford gave him a couple of minutes to get fully awake. His big cock was at full attention and so was his slaves, youth, and early morning testosterone levels. The hot thing was that the cage, he was wearing kept repelling his attempts to get hard. Though the big Master could see it trying over and over. He had sized his slave’s cage up just right. His eyes moved from that back up to his slave’s face he was hard to find any fault physically with.

He reached over the began to release him from his tethering. He could see that Thomas’s eyes were zoomed in on his bulging cock. He was hungry but time to give his slave a morning protein shake first.

“Good morning bitch, did you sleep well?”

The smaller man yawned a little and replied, “Yes Sir, I slept like a baby, comfortable and warm. I see your, not-so-little friend is up and about this morning as well.”

Once he was free, he told Thomas, “Get down their bitch on my not-so-little friend, as you put it, and see he gets the proper attention. Nothing quite like a good early morning blowjob, then you are to fix us some breakfast. You cook?”

His slave smiled as he slid down to get into position to suck his cock. He got so close to the head of it, that the Master could feel his warm breath as it moved across the head of it. It sent chills down his spine, he needed to get off.

“Like a champ Master, my grams taught me, and they did not come any better than her.”

He took the head of Clifford’s cock into his mouth and began to ravenously suck it. The Master thought, ‘He generates a metric ton of suction, and he is not lazy about using his tongue. Get him to truly to deepthroating, and some more practice, he might turn out to be one of the best cocksuckers on the planet.’

He pulled off the end of it, which created a wet popping noise and then was back on it again. He could not take it all on his own yet, but for no more experience than he had, he was trying so hard. To Clifford he could have sworn, it was even making his toes feel good. He reached down and put his big hand on the back of his head and pushed him further and further down with each pass.

“That’s right, my little cock-sucking whore, go down on it as far as you can, and come all the way to the top each time. You’re a natural.”

Almost as if a reward for his efforts, the slave got a big blast of saltiness in his mouth. Master was oozing precum like crazy, the slave just swallowed it and let that big hand guide him. His throat was sore from last night and when he pushed way down, it hurt but he would tolerate it to make this big man happy.

“Uhm, yeah, suck that big cock like the bitch faggot you are. Use your tongue more and find out exactly how many licks it takes to get to my creamy center.”

As the slave worked and was getting more and more blasts of saltiness, he figured that was happy. What he might lack in technique and depth of being able to get it all the way down in his throat. He compensated with sheer passion of the act of it. He enjoyed everything about it, how smooth and cylindrical it was passing his lips as his slid up and down. Running his tongue, with purpose to put pressure on the places that were making the Master moan.

He worked and worked, and the master moaned more frequently. Finally, he grabbed hold of the back of his head with both those big hands and held him on it, as he shot rope after rope of cum into his mouth.

The big man was either having a great orgasm or he was possessed.

“Yeah, keep working it and suck that on down. A nice bit of Clifford juice for you, full of all the good…damn… stuff. FDA recommended as in, you will ‘Fucking Do All’ I tell you.”

Thomas continued to go until he was told he could stop. His own cock was trying so hard to break that damn cage, but it would not be denied. It was just big enough that his dick could start to harden, but then the constraints of the cage would keep it back, so it would try again, and again. The Master punctuated this by taking his big right sock covered foot and sliding it over and moving his foot up and down jostling it. He did this for several minutes amusing himself and enjoying the power of control it gave him. ‘What a fiendish device,’ he thought,’ don’t know who invented them but fucking glad they did.’

He said, “Okay, Gordon Ramsay, or Julia Childs, I showed you where the kitchen is, I need some carbs and protein to produce some more Clifford juice for you.”

He reached down and ran is big left hand through his slave’s hair as he got out of bed and put on a robe. Clifford loved seeing his slave’s ass before it disappeared into the robe’s covering. He smiled to himself, ‘You get the distinct pleasure of breaking that in as well, probably later this morning after recharging.’

“Thank you for letting me suck your cock Master and filling my mouth with Clifford juice. I will be in the kitchen Sir.”

The big guy laid there a bit longer enjoying the pleasantness that getting sucked off had generated. It hadn’t been long before it started to smell good, the little wizard was at work in the kitchen. He got up, put his white robe on, and got what he had brought up last night and put it in the right pocket of the robe. He headed that way after he stepped outside and grabbed the paper.

As he came in stuff was frying or baking and there was a fresh pot of coffee made. This he liked, and it did smell good, he was a big guy and liked to eat.

“Would you like a cup of coffee Sir?”

He sat down at the table with his paper, “Yes, I would, thank you. So, what’s for breakfast that, smells so good this morning?”

Thomas asked him, “Do you like your coffee black, or do you prefer cream or sugar?”

“Just straight up black is fine, bitch.”

The slave set a fresh cup of coffee on a saucer on the table in front of him. It was all part of the wonderful symphony of aromas permeating the room.

“I found some fresh blueberries in the fridge, so we are having blueberry pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs. It will be done shortly Master; I am sure a big muscular guy like you requires a lot of fuel.”

Clifford replied, “If you can cook anywhere near as close as it was feeling last night each time, I pushed my dick into that tight throat of yours. Yes, I am a chow hound, I eat hard, play hard, get hard and fuck hard.”

In just a few minutes his slave put a nice spread upon, the table. He put out syrup for the pancakes and placed a clean plate in front of him and put one on the floor for himself, as he had already gotten his food. He sat down below his Master and Clifford started forking stuff onto his plate and pouring syrup. He took a bite of the syrupy blueberry pancakes, and they were mouthwatering.

“Hmm, bitch, strike up the band for your grams, so she taught you how to cook you say?”

Thomas swallowed the mouthful of food he was chewing. “Yes Master, my parents were shit but grams, was good. She wanted me to learn to be self-reliant. Would you prefer me to call you Master or Sir? I have caught myself doing both at times and don’t want to disappoint you.”

Clifford took a sip of coffee, “Either is fine, so long as you are respectful and obedient. Being able to cook this well, your stock value with me just increased greatly. Nothing you have done since you have been here has been disappointing. If your parents were shit, fuck them. I might chain you up, tie you up, like CBT and all kinds of other kink, yet you deserve someone who treats you well. I do not see what I do as not, as we are complementary to each other. You good with housework and laundry and all that?”

“Yes Master, grams did not miss much. I am a cleaning machine, meticulous about laundry, one thing I am not is lazy. I think I will stick mostly with Master, anyone that looks as good as you, built like you are, with that ginormous pecker of yours is more like it. I think it commands more respect.”

Clifford enjoyed the tsunami crashing on his ego, and it rippled through him. He looked down at his beautiful slave, and realized, he doesn’t even know? He has no clue how hot he is or why those such as the big man himself would go to war over the likes of him.

“Well, I would agree you are not lazy. It should also be said that only having given one blowjob before you showed up here. You will be tying my big pecker into a bow with your tongue in no time. You will get lots of practice, later today, after we work out and have a shower. Possibly in the shower, I am going to be tapping that ass today. Most times expect if I am going to be fucking you, I like to be warmed up with a little, ‘hit your knees and give me some head action first.’  Here is a mind twister for you, other times I will do that in reverse, nothing wrong with a little ass to mouth happening now and again. I love to watch someone as I make them do it. Don’t really care what people think, gives me a thrill. Lean up here over my knees bitch.”

He slid back from the table some and his slave dutifully got up and sat the plate on the table. Then he laid with his stomach across his Master’s muscular legs. He was warm, and it felt good, just to feel his weight on his lap. Clifford took his hand reached and around and smacked his pretty ass, non-too gently.

‘Whap!’

Then he reached down took something out of his robe pocket and put the chain style choker around his slave’s neck. He worked with it and got it around the way it was supposed to be. Wearing a shirt would mostly hide it, and Clifford liked them, and referred to them as the ‘Dom’s dreams do sometimes come true love handle.’ He smacked his ass hard on the other side with equal zeal.

‘Whap!’

Thomas was obediently quiet and took it, and the big guy’s cock started stirring again.

“Good bitch, now when I am drilling that ass for you, or mouthfucking you, or you are sucking me off. Do not be surprised if I grab that choker and tighten it significantly. I like several forms of breath play; you will always wear that choker. So, long as you belong to me and remain my property. I know some people find it weird, but it makes me hot, just know you are never in any real danger. I might be demanding, perhaps even a bit twisted, but your safety is tantamount to me.”

“I trust you Master; you are so much stronger and bigger than me. It would not be difficult for one to imagine it would be hard for you to injure me if that was you intention. All I have is a bit of a sore throat that I truly enjoyed you giving me.”

Clifford thought, ‘Fucking-a-yes! He’s hot, smart, obedient, and most likely a masochist.’  The slave could not see, but the big guy bit his lower lip. He always did that when someone said something truly hot to him. Time for one more smack on that note, that ass was his and he could impact play with it all he wanted to.

‘Whap!’

“Just stay laying where you are, is your dick trying to get hard?”

He seemed incapable of not telling the truth. “Yes Master, it surely is, I like making you happy. I hope you enjoyed breakfast.”

The big man had to see, he reached down and got hold of the choker and steadily tightened it. Even as Thomas’s face started turning red, he made no movement at all or said anything. The muscular guy held the tension in it for a few more seconds and then released it. He was curious now, and no one would ever call him bashful.

“Just now when I tightened that chain up, and I know it was hard to breathe, what were you thinking?”

There was a brief pause, then, “I was just wondering how it’s going to feel when you are doing that with your dick buried deep inside me. Pumping away towards another eruption, from monster pecker. Hoping you will like doing it as much as I want to make you feel good.”

Clifford had to bite his lower lip again, he had finally found the genuine article, there was no longer any doubt about it, this hot little thing was a masochist. If only he would have known, he could have started fucking him years ago. No matter he was here now, and he belonged all to him. Just as it should be, it was.

“Alright up bitch, time for a morning jog, soon as recharging I am popping your cherry ass in the shower. I will give you the perfect matching set, a sore ass to go along with your sore throat. Now go set out some exercise clothes for us, then clean up in here, and off for that jog and workout.”

He watched his slave get up and go to follow his orders. He thought, ‘Mumm, chaining him up in the shower and slow fucking him. Pumping a huge load inside of him, for the first time anyone ever has. It did not get any better than that.’ He was going to plant his flag on that one, thank you Dungeon app, and the mysterious forces at work in the universe. Trial period my ass, this slave, possibly the only one that could have passed that the instant he answered that message.

He got up, sporting a boner, but exercise and let the slave clean the kitchen first. There was, all kinds of time to do whatever he wanted with his new slave, Thomas. He had never encountered a real deal like him before. All the stuff he liked doing to subs and slaves this one would enjoy getting it as much as Clifford liked dishing it out.

He went in the bedroom and, his new pet was putting on a jogging suit and a fresh one was laid out on the bed for him. It would be interesting watching that cage bounce up and down, inside those jogging pants as they ran. He slipped into his proud of his semi-hard dick and made no attempts to hide it. So, they set off for his usual round, it was two miles, and in no time they were back. Both breathing hard and perspiring a bit, humid even early this time of year here.

“Okay bitch, I am going to go lift some weights, workout area is down that hall. You clean this kitchen spotlessly and see to our clothing from last night. When finished join me for a bit and then we are going to have a shower which I promise you will never forget.”

He walked away biting his lower lip, that fucking cage as he jogged, so damned hot. He needed to even out or he was just going to go off hands free in his jogging suit. The big man disappeared down the hall for some toning and strength lifting.

When it came to cleaning, Thomas was somewhat of a force of nature. His grams had been all about love but serious about keeping things in order and clean. So, in very little time the dishwasher was going, and the kitchen was cleaner than it had been before. Everything was sparkly and it smelled fantastic. He took a second to admire his work, he hoped it pleased the Master.

Next, he went to the bedroom and put all the used clothes in a laundry basket. He checked the Master’s stuff carefully making sure he had not left his wallet or something in the pockets. He carried the basket to the laundry room; Clifford had shown him the location of yesterday. He separated the colors from the whites, and started a run of whites, bleaching. He would clean the bathroom if he was still able to walk after they took a shower.

He went to the bedroom and carefully made up the bed with military precision. He also straightened up in here a bit, as it was a bit cluttered. Grams would have been proud, so he went on down to the workout room.

The Master was hurling free weights around and he sat down at a Bow-Flex and adjusted it to him. His muscled-up Master obviously used much higher settings. He began to do some toning work; his workout goals were to just stay lean and mean. He could never handle the kind of weight Clifford was working with and he made it seem effortless.

“Get everything nice and cleaned-up bitch? You will be hearing that phrase a lot, time to get it nice and clean.” The Master sat on the end of his weight bench taking a bit of a break.

“Yes, Master, I did my best, I completed everything you instructed.”

Thomas was lying back on the elliptical machine pulling weights up and down. Clifford sat and admired the big bulge, from this vantage point, his chastity cage was making in those jogging pants. His cock was getting hard again, and he had recharged a great deal. His mind floated to the ideal of the slave, chained and in chastity, in a hot shower. While he fucked him any speed or with how much umph he wanted to put behind it. He would get to shoot his load; his slave would drip precum.

He was probably going to let the slave shoot a load soon, regardless of what he had said. It was his prerogative as he was the Master. Cum denial was an art, to maximize the pleasure of a Dominant partner, not a blunt instrument to make the sub go insane with. Of all the things practiced in this strange world of theirs he felt it was the ultimate expression of control. The old saying, the way to a man’s heart was though his stomach. Which breakfast was good, but the blatant truth was it was though his cock and setting the pace of his desire.

A chastity cage used correctly, was far more effective and enjoyable for a very dominant person to use on a sub/slave, than even that prison type cell he had had constructed in the basement.  The next thing to find out, oh and this would, again, be too perfect. ‘Tell me sexy Thomas just how sensitive is that prostate of yours?’

If the slave working out at his Bow-Flex currently had that ace, it was the royal flush of submission. He could become completely dependent upon Clifford, for his pleasure. They were going to find out very soon, and the big guy was happier than he ever thought was possible. ‘Come on bitch, and deal me that ace’, it was almost too much to contemplate…………