A Different Kind of Life

Chapter 4

A Hole in One

They finished working out, both were hot and sweaty. Thomas was looking at his Master’s muscled up and sweat covered chest and it was hard to describe how it made him feel.  It was pure lust and he wanted to go over there and just lick on it. Put his mouth over one of his nipples and just suck on it like mad, because he knew the big man liked that. His ass cheeks were still a bit sore where he had been solidly smacked during breakfast. The back of his throat was still sore from, what had happened last night, then blowing Master when they first woke up. He absolutely loved it, and since having this cage put on him, seemed as if his cock was eternally trying to get hard.

Clifford asked, “You like looking at my body?” As Thomas was not exactly being coy about it. He moved his eyes up and met the big man’s handsome face.

Without hesitation, “I most certainly do, it was like your genetics engineered you to be without flaw Master.”

Clifford grinned at him, “Not exactly, I am addicted to controlling, inflicting controlled pain, and using little bitches like you to make me empty my balls into. Some might say that was a flaw?”

The slave licked his lips slowly, “Then some should shut the hell up, because your slave loves those facts. Some don’t know what they are talking about.”

The big man got up from the weight bench and told his slave to throw him a clean dry towel, hung over on a treadmill beside him. Thomas quickly complied, got one himself and they began to dry off some with them.

When finished, Clifford handed his over, “You can add those to your laundry duties. I must make a phone call and retrieve some stuff from downstairs. We both need a shower, so lay us out some clean clothing and get the bathroom joined to our bedroom ready for that. I promised you a shower you would never forget. I am a man of my word, this was just warm up, during that I am really going to work you out. Get to it.”

“Yes Master,” and the slave obediently got the towels and went to do as he was told.

Big Clifford could not take his eyes from him, the cage bouncing up and down inside the jogging pants. As he exited the room, remembering that perfectly shaped, well-proportioned bubble ass of his under those pants. He set out to grab a cordless phone, he had to call one of his friends, Jeff Blake, and to go to down his dungeon and get some gear for the shower.

Thomas was inside a big walk-in closet in the Master’s bedroom and was looking for a shirt that would go well with the shorts he had selected for the big guy. He found one for the band ‘AC/DC’, that was most definitely him. The word hard, applied to Clifford Thornton in most every way. But even though he was very dominant and in control here, the smaller city boy felt safe and even lusted after Clifford. It was like they were meant to be together.

He laid those on the bed for his Master, then out of an antique looking chest-of-drawers, got him a nice set of Calvin Klein underwear and a set of low-cut socks and, a white tee shirt then put it all neatly on the bed. He had already laid out an outfit for him; Levi’s acid washed jeans, a blue, “Stark Industries,” short sleeved shirt. Oh yeah, he was still a nerd and Master didn’t seem to mind. A fresh tee shirt, socks and underwear and put his stuff on the bed beside his Master’s.

Then he went into the bright bathroom, and out of a linen closet got three towels and two washrags.  He put two of the towels, so they were still folded, with the washcloths lying on top of them, and could easily be reached from the shower stall. He laid the other towel out like a carpet, over the throw rug that was already outside the stall. Then he got out the Master’s Gillette, cartridge replaceable razor, a tube of Dior Sauvage shaving gel, just beside the sink.

He put Clifford’s bottle of aftershave there, Cosmic Cowboy, next to that. Got his shaving stuff, out of his bag, and went ahead and started. Out in the hallway he could hear Clifford talking on the phone slowly getting louder. He was on is way back up. He was not snooping; he could just hear him as he shaved himself.

Clifford was saying, “I tell you Jeff, he is hot and so obedient. He is still highly inexperienced but when he sucks my cock, it is like he is trying to inhale it. Yes, you guys will get to see him poker night and you are going to be so fucking jealous. I am about to fuck him up the ass for the first time so must go. Unfortunately, as interesting as talking to you might be, weighing the thought of how tight my slave’s hole is going to feel, no contest man. Be well and talk soon.”

He took time to put the phone back in its’ cradle. Then strode into the bedroom, and was carrying a basket of stuff, apparently from downstairs. He checked out the clothing his slave had laid out for them and began to undress. He sat the basket momentarily on the corner of the bed.

“Good choice with the shirt slave, I love them. Go ahead and lose all the clothing and get the shower going, nice and warm. I will shave quickly, then I am going to give your ass, which now belongs to me, its maiden drilling. I was talking to my friend, Jeff Blake, yes, the one we went to school with. He’s into this scene as well, and has a relatively new slave, named Tanner. There are two others you also know and yes, we have the same hobbies. Me and three other guys get together every Wednesday night and play poker. “

The naked Master walked past him and to the sink to begin shaving. Thomas got the last of his clothes off went in to get the shower going once all the dirty clothes had been placed into the hamper.

Master continued, “You will be expected to prepare snack foods and stuff. When one of us finishes a beer, you will have a fresh replacement ready. Serving someone is not always just about sex…”

He looked at his slave and gave him a big grin.

“Just mostly. They will be touchy feely and rude because you are so new to our little gang. Your job will basically be to wait on and to serve all of us. If I ask you to submit to one of them, you will do so, part of becoming someone else’s property. Understand? Though, I am not easy to get that from, had we not been friends for so long, no way.”

Thomas had the water temperature about right, and Clifford finished shaving and took the towel and neatly rubbed his handsome features off. He put the basket Over on the floor next to where the stall opened, so he could get its contents out easily.

“I understand Master, I will do as you want me to, if it makes you happy.”

The big guy reached into the basket and took out a strong looking pair of manacle style handcuffs. He laid the key over beside the stack of towels and washcloth. He pulled a big bottle out of it, that was black and said, ‘Gun Oil Lube.’ His slave walked past him and got in the shower and let it wet his hair.

“Gun oil lube Master? As in actual stuff you use on firearms?”

The big man came and stood beside him and sat it in the holder for shampoos and soaps and stuff.

He grinned and relied, “Oh, goodness no, more like the kind of gun in that Kiss song, 'Love Gun.' It is silicone based and perfect to use in a hot tub or shower. It lasts a long time, so I can worry about working you without having to add lube every five minutes. With my size and you being an anal virgin, there is going to be some pain. Ride it out because it gets much better, in very little time, plus I know what I am doing.”

“I understand Master.”

“Now make like somebody dropped the soap and hit your knees for me and suck on that dick. Just go slowly and get me good and hard, let’s get this show on the road.”

Thomas got on his knees right in front of the big man, leaned forward and took his semi-erect cock into his mouth. He started to lick it liberally and sliding it in and out of his mouth. This sensation felt so good to him, at this moment pleasing this man was very important to him.

“Now slowly lick your say down and suck on my balls. When I have you performing oral sex, never stop or take a break unless I tell you to.”

The slave went, “Uhm-Hmm,” and licked down the length of the big cock and began sucking balls. Without the Master’s help, he could not get them both in his mouth. They were big and he did not want to cause any pain. The Master apparently, did not mind in lending a hand. He was already hard, but apparently wanted his balls sucked now.

The big man reached over and produced two stout looking clamps. Each of Thomas’s ear lobes got the first of them.

Clifford said, “Mm, that feels so good, don’t be afraid to really use that tongue. The big man reached up to the showerhead and redirected the hot water into his slave’s face. It was fine he could still breath, it probably felt fantastic to the Master.

“If I could find some way to put the sensation you are currently making me feel into some kind of drug. The use of most other drugs would probably disappear almost completely. That’s right, just keep right on licking, it’s like my balls were meant to be in your mouth. Do they taste good to you?”

“Mum-Hmm.”

Clifford, let his slave work them for a few minutes, it felt so good. That would stimulate the cells producing his cum and when he unloaded inside him. It was going to be substantial and feel like nothing else. It was producing a tingly sensation that ran to his spinal cord and radiated all though his body. With his new slave, he would now be able to feel this anytime he wanted to. His new bitch was going to log so many hours doing this from now on.

“Okay, stand up slave, that gets me so hot, and I need to release.”

Thomas gingerly let his Master ball sack exit his mouth. He enjoyed doing that as well, could do it all day if told to. He stood up and the Master took the manacles/cuffs and took his right hand and raised it. He locked it into place, he tightened that down, not enough to interfere with circulation, but he would know they were there.

Located below the showerhead on the wall, a steel bar had been fastened to it. It looked to be quite sturdy and was bolted in strongly. Clifford took his slave’s hand and passed the manacles over and around the bar.

“Raise your other hand up here bitch so I can hook you up.”

“Yes, Master.”

His big Master locked the other hand into place as well and tightened it to his satisfaction. Thomas was now manacled to the shower wall with his hands raised to about his chin level. Clifford reached out the door into the basket and took out several items, which his slave could now not see. He came back and stood beside him, had a bag with something in it, and something that looked like a funnel.

“Take your feet and spread them apart a little for me. Stay just that way unless I tell you otherwise or grab you and manually move you. Take your upper body and lean forward a little bit, stay that way as well.”

Again, to Thomas Brody, being controlled like this was nothing short of intoxicating. He let the Master position him the way he wanted him to be. Clifford dropped to one knee just behind his slave and put the anal spreader on the stall floor. He leaned forward and began to tentatively lick his tight hole. Then he slowly inserted his tongue into it and worked it around to begin to loosen things up. He reached around with a free hand and began to smack the slave’s cage, intermittently.

“Mumm,” the slave could not help it, no one had ever done this to him before and it felt so good. He wanted to shift backwards onto his Master’s tongue but held to what he had been told to do. Clifford was really going at it with his tongue and the smacks to the cage were painful, but to Thomas they felt wonderful.

As the big guy continued to rim his slave’s ass, he thought. There were so many dominant types out there, tops, total-tops, Dom’s, and Masters, that, pardon the pun for what was about to happen that got this process so terribly fucking wrong. He had seen video after video, where they would run a super large dildo, or use way too much of an anal spreader on the bottom/sub/slave. The proper way to do this was just work it loose enough so he could just barely begin to insert the head of his cock into it. He wanted this hole to be as tight, hot, and moist as it could possibly be. It felt better when entering someone if there was resistance to create as much friction as possible on his cock. It would be more painful for the slave, but this one would like that. They would both like this, and Thomas Brody would never forget what was about to happen, and it was him that did it.

He reached down into the bag, which was holding several more clamps. This made him grin a little, guilty pleasure, again the slave would love it. It would just add to the experience and make it more memorable. He took one and fastened it onto part of his slave’s dangling ball sack near the top.

Thomas inhaled a quick draw of breath, and the unexpected jolt of pain. Yet he did not complain or say a word, Clifford liked it. This slave really would let him do whatever he wanted and endure it if he thought it gave him pleasure and it did. He added another one on the other side, then two more on each side. He stopped rimming his slave and got the bottle of lube. He put a liberal amount onto the anal spreader and moved directly behind him.

He put a little lube on his right index finger first and reached down and started to slowly insert it into the hole. He was so damned tight; this was going to be fantastic fucking this hole. He kept steady pressure on and went deeper and deeper with the finger. Finally, it was in all the way, so he worked it around a little.

He asked, “How does that feel slave?”

“It is very different, but oh so good, you really are good at this.”

He worked the hole with his finger a few more minutes, redirected the water from them, pulled it out,rose, and pushed it inside of Thomas’s mouth.

“Suck and lick that finger completely clean.”

“Uhm-Hmm,” and the slave’s tongue went wild moving back and forth over the finger. Doing as he was told, with vigor and pleasure.

Clifford had retrieved two more clamps, and he was so hard he was throbbing. He got such a thrill from the amount of control this showed he had here. He placed these clamps, one at a time to his slave’s nipples and looked into his eyes. He had that glazed look again in them, administering the right kinds of pain, and being controlled was like a drug for this one. It was a drug his Master would be prescribing a great deal of, anytime he liked. This one would never complain or say, the dreaded N word, ‘no.’

It would be the opposite with him most likely, he would begin to beg for Clifford to do this kind of stuff to him. He got a cocky grin on his face as he decided to fish in those waters.

“What would you like me to do you slave?”

Thomas’s eyes found his, “I want you to fuck me Master, be my first and make yourself feel good. Shoot your big load deep inside of me, I want to feel it.”   

Clifford’s grin became a little more sinister, “What would the magic word be?”

It was pure desperation and want, “Please, Master, use me the way you want to.”

Clifford Thornton had heard many good things in his life, this had to be by far the best and most earnest. A wave of delight shot all the way through him, rocking him to his core. It was like this hunky slave had been made just for him. He really wanted it, pain, pleasure the visceral act of it all. So, he was going to get it, the very first time of so many to come, he was sure.

The big man took the lubed anal spreader and inserted the tip of it into his slave’s hole. He shoved it just a bit deeper and got it where he wanted it and just held it there. He held it there with his left hand and moved around, leaned in, and kissed his slave deeply. He could tell he had not done this much or any at all as well.

He pulled back, “Open your mouth, when I stick my tongue into your mouth suck on it and use your tongue as well. Sometimes I will just spit into your mouth if I tell you to open, or say, ‘Incoming.’ Do so widely and stick your tongue out to receive it. Every bit of that is to be swallowed down the hatch.”

So, he leaned back in and continued, and the slave did just as he had been told. His Master’s left hand began to slide the spreader in and out of his tight hole, but he was only using about half of it. He would occasionally reach down with his right hand and smack his chastity cage. The more pain he inflicted; the harder Thomas sucked on his tongue. Then, he reached down, below where he had attached the clamps, on his scrotum and put his big hand around the slave’s balls. Slowly, he began to squeeze and started working the spreader faster.

He finally squeezed hard enough that Thomas stopped breathing for a moment. Clifford kept the pressure on for a bit more and continued to kiss him roughly as he also fucked him with the spreader. Finally, he released his balls, grabbed the bottle of lube, and walked in behind the slave who was dangling by cuffs.

As the Master used liberal amounts of the expensive lube on his large member and lubed his slave’s hole with it.

Then he removed the spreader, laid it over on the soap rack, and moved in closer behind Thomas. He took the big head of his cock and put it against the hole.

He leaned forward and almost whispered, “How was that bitch?”

“That may have made me feel better than anything ever has. Thank you Master.”

The big man began to lean forward and exerted more pressure. Slowly, the outer sphincter of Thomas’s hole, gave. The big cock started to slowly enter his ass, oh yes, there was resistance. Clifford reached around and took hold of his slave’s abdominal muscles and pushed right on. He closed his eyes and continued to work it just a bit deeper.

He said in the slave’s ear, “That is so fucking tight, and feels so good to me.”

He began with about half his dick engorged in the tight hole to work it back and forth slowly. With every pump he could feel the tightness of his slave’s ass as it pulled on the exterior of his cock. Others might say they were fucked, but this was fucking, it could not be any better. He worked it in and out, in and out and slowly went deeper and deeper.

Thomas went, “Uhm-Uhm, so good, I had no ideal. I have dreamed about this moment so many times. It is really happening? So much better than I thought possible.”

Thomas was grinning wickedly with his mouth still at that ear as he worked and finally reached the second sphincter. More pressure and it gave as well. Finally, he had it in balls deep and let it sit there a minute.

He asked the slave, “How is that? Do you like Clifford’s big rod all the way up your ass?”

His slave’s voice was almost a whisper, “There is some pain, but I like it, and it also feels good. I would never deny you, do this to me wherever and whenever you want to.”

Clifford’s grin broadened and he began to pump the full length of his big cock in and out of Thomas’s ass.

“You drive a hard bargain. I know, and one thing you can be sure of is that I will. Fuck, that feel so good, your ass is mine, I would get used to this.”

He stressed the point by taking his right hand and smacking the slave’s cage roughly several times. He knew it had to be painful, but his slave only moaned occasionally.

In all things, hobbies, professions and even in sex, some people are just better at what they do than others are. Clifford Thornton was an expert in just how to fuck someone the way it should be done. So faster and faster he began to go. Then he started to go a bit harder till his wet pubic area met Thomas’s wet ass each time they made contact it was making a slapping noise. He was not one of those people that looked like they were playing a game of twister or using crushing amounts of leverage to drive it in each time. His member was so large, it did a great deal of the work, he was very steady in his rhythm and now the pleasure radiated from his eyes.

His slave suddenly went, “Uh-uh-uhm, please don’t stop!”

Clifford really did have a smug look on his face now, in poker the odds of getting an ace high royal flush were, 0.00054%. He had been dealt that ace with this one and the universe had smiled on him.

Thomas said, “Oh-Shit,” and he emptied his balls inside the chastity cage hands free, and as his body pumped it out, he was drowned in wave after wave of pleasure.

His Master looked down and watched it run out and create a steady stream downward towards the drain. He was also beginning to feel the tingle and burn of it. It was because the slave was so damn tight. He increased his pumping speed and, when he knew it was time, he pushed all the way inside. Deep up inside his slave his cock began to pump out large jets of cum, over and over.

“Yeah, take it! Take it, my beautiful cock sucking, slave boy. This is also what you were made for, Uhm-yeah!” He held it deep up inside his slave for a few minutes till he had completely shot it all and his hardon was receding. He finally pulled out and began removing the clips from his slave.

“Hold that load up inside you, your body will absorb it. That was good, you have pleased me, more than you know. Your stock is on a bull market run, with me and my cock.”

He got the keys and started unlocking his slave’s manacles, and then his chastity cage.

Thomas said, “That felt so good I thought I was going to pass out. Thank you for fucking me, Master.”

Clifford was still grinning, “It was my pleasure. Now get the washcloths and clean me well, then clean yourself. While I put the gear away, take a few and clean the bathroom. Clean that cage well, I will put it back on you when I get back upstairs.”

The elated slave washed them thoroughly, the rinsed and his master left with the basket. He got out and toweled himself dry and began the process of cleaning the bathroom spotless. Clifford soon was back and got down on one knee and locked his chastity cage back on him.

“I will be in here reading while you clean the bathroom and fix us some lunch. Damn that was awesome, I will be doing that to you a great deal.”

Thomas Brody was a bit dazed still, as he set about doing his tasks. Once the bathroom was spotless, the towels were put in the clothes hamper and he took those to the laundry room. He put the whites in to dry and started a run of colors. He went back to the bedroom and got dressed, then went to make lunch.

This day was not quite over yet, and he noticed his master was still wearing a grin on that handsome face.