A Different Kind of Life

Chapter 2

Diving In 

!!!Disclaimer: There is the use of prescription medications in the chapter and in later ones. Do not use these kinds of medications unless under the care of a licensed physician, like me. But it would be unethical for me to use them in this fashion. I might like kink but am a professional.!!!

Thomas Brody was in a whirlwind of sensations and right now this all felt so surreal.  He had got his bag out of the car and come back into the house to find a grinning Clifford Thornton waiting for him. He had donned, a white bathrobe and led his auditioning slave to the master bedroom. In this case it just also happened to be the Master’s bedroom. It was immaculate, as had all the other parts of the house had been.

He told Thomas, “My slave sleeps with me, you will be restrained but if I wake up in the night sporting a stiffy, there you will be. Sit your bag over next to the closet there, then come here.”

Thomas almost felt like he was moving underwater, this was all happening so fast. He did as he was told, and his Dom was getting some stuff out of a case. They appeared to be medications of some type and a small vial.

“When was the last time you ate anything significantly, and how much fluids have you had in the past several hours?”

Thomas replied, “Well I cheated and had a burger and fries on the road. I don’t normally eat junk food. I also had a milkshake, then the beer.”

Clifford took this in impassively, then said, “Are you on any medications or have you ever had an allergic reaction to a medication?”

His slave said, “The only thing I take is a multivitamin in the morning before I go jogging. I have never had an allergic reaction to anything, well wasps, but not medications Sir.”

The bigger Dom said, “This will not be pleasant, but it must be done. What I am going to give you will not harm you, though you won’t believe that initially. This is where you must start to trust me and obey even if you don’t necessarily want to. Retrieve your toothbrush, that door over there leads to the master bathroom connected to this room. You won’t need mouthwash or anything like that, there is plenty in there.”

“Yes Sir,” Thomas went about to obey his orders, but he had not expected anything like this. He had agreed to obey him completely, so he got his toothbrush, in a carrying case inside the larger case. Then he went on into the bathroom tentatively. 

His master was right behind him, “Now you can lay your toothbrush down on the sink and then over to the toilet bitch.”

Thomas saw he was carrying the vial of liquid and followed him and stood behind him at the toilet bowl. This was a bit nerve wracking to say the least. He had not expected anything like this, but then how could he, this was all new to him.

Master said, “Down on your knees bitch and raise both the seats on that bowl.”

He handed the vial to Thomas from behind him and told him. The seal had already been broken on it, so the vial was ready.

“Now slave, bottoms up, and drink it all. I do not want to see a single drop left in there.”

This unnerved Thomas some more, but he complied, and it had a flat sugary taste to it. Surely Harvey had not gone to all this elaborate stuff just to poison him? He quickly put this out of his mind, Harvey would just not do that. They had known each other too long, and he might be kinky and dominant but not homicidal.

Behind him his new Master, watched as his slave complied with his orders. Being able to have this kind of control over someone was what he lived for. For what they would be doing, it was necessary, though his new slave would not like it much.

“What you just ingested is a drug called Ipecac and it is used for the emergency treatment of poison victims. It is going to cause you to vomit until your stomach is empty. In a bit when I begin to break your gag reflex down, I don’t want you gagging and hurling on me. Some guys are into that I am not, so for the next ten or fifteen minutes you won’t feel well, I will leave you to it. I will be in my room reading when you are done clean your mouth well.”

“Yes S-sir,” the first waves of nausea were hitting him, and his Master exited the bathroom his equilibrium spun out of control. As Clifford was halfway across his bedroom heading for his comfy chair, he heard him heave and give up the first or what was to come. This went on for around twelve minutes, but it stopped finally, and Slave Thomas began to feel better.

He got up on legs that were sort of wobbly and went to the bathroom sink. He first got a swig of blue Listerine then loaded the toothbrush up and started cleaning his mouth well. His Master heard he had stopped, and the sink running so he returned. He stood in the doorway and watched his bitch cleaning his mouth for all his worth. Once he finished and started to turn around, his Master moved in behind him and held him into place.

“Hands behind your back slave and cross your wrists.”

His slave obeyed and said, “Yes Sir,” with a voice that was a little horse. Harvey took a sturdy looking zip tie and fastened it around them and then tightened it down. Not enough to cut of the circulation but enough to be uncomfortable. Then he spun him around and looked down into his eyes. They were bloodshot and still a bit watery. The big guy took two foil sealed pills out of his bathrobe pocket. He peeled the back from one of them and held it to his slave’s mouth.

“Open your mouth, I am going to place this under your tongue.”

“Yes Sir,” and he opened wide and held his tongue up. His master placed it firmly under there, took his left hand, seized the bottom of his jaw, and pushed his mouth closed.

“Let that dissolve under your tongue, it’s a little Zofran action for you. It will dampen the nausea and help settle your stomach down.”

He then laid the other sealed tablet on the countertop and went over and started retrieving some stuff next to a large shower with a clear glass door. Once he had things the way he liked he came back to his slave.

“All better?”

Thomas managed to say, “Yes Sir, that helped a great deal, thank you. “

His master reached behind him and filled a solo cup with some water and opened the other tablet. He stared down directly into his slave’s eyes again; they were clearing up some.

“Open your mouth bitch and stick out your tongue.”

The slave complied and the Master laid a white oblong tablet onto it. Then he took his hand and pushed his tongue back into his mouth and held the glass of water up to his lips.

“Take a gulp of that and down the hatch she goes.”  Thomas obeyed and swallowed the pill, still looking into Clifford’s handsome eyes.

“That was a milligram of Ativan, if will calm you down, and help you relax that throat of yours a bit. Trust me, at first you are going to need it, just a few more details here first.” He got his slave by the shoulder and took him over to a stool he had set up beside the big shower stall.

He told his slave, “Put your right foot up here and stay very still.”

“Yes Sir,” and Thomas did as he was told without any fuss.

For the next twenty minutes the big guy, using a combination of electric shears, disposable razor, and even a straight razor in some places. Cleanly shaved Thomas’s legs, and pubes, smooth as a baby’s bottom. He even used a smaller pair of sheers and shaved in between his ass as he had him lean over. The hair under his arms had to go as well, so it did. The only hair besides what was on his head he left, was a slight strip of hair that ran through and up just below his belly button, then up a bit more.  For some reason he found that sexy. His slave, so he would be shaved any way Clifford chose to do it.

“You can stand back up now. Many guys that shave their slaves do it in some sort of attempt to effeminize them. Makes no sense to me, if I want to fuck a woman I will fuck a woman. I just like you all neatly and cleanly shaved. Now downstairs to the main event just follow me.”

“Yes Sir,” the mildly calm Thomas followed him to a big door in the middle of the house. He opened the door and took his slaves shoulder in one of his big hands to make sure he did not fall as they descended a large row of stairs.

Waiting for them was the likes of which the slave, Thomas had never seen before. It was a full-sized basement that was pimped out with things one only reads about in BDSM magazines or online. The walls were covered in paddles, whips, canes, chains, things which he didn’t even know what they were. On the back corner of the room was an actual jail type cell, which the bars had been poured into the concrete. There was all kinds of equipment and tables, even a dental chair mounted to the floor on one side.

Clifford let his slave stand there a minute just taking it all in. To him it was Nirvana, he had put so much effort and money into this. It was nearly perfect, only missing one vital element. Right how he was holding that very thing by the shoulder, having steadied him down the stairs. He took him over and just grabbed him and set his slave up on a worktable of some sort. Then talked as he gathered what he would need for the task ahead.

“What can I say, being born in a family that is filthy rich, and being a pervert has its advantages. This is not the work area of a serial killer, yet I am going to push you slave to extremes you never even knew existed. I am going to enjoy every fucking second of it and I am going to use you to do that.”

He got several things sat on the table and then hopped up on it and pulled his slave into position. He used a pair of wire clippers to snip the zip tie with. The table had leather cufflinks and straps mounted to it, that the world’s best magician would not even bother trying to escape. He set about securing his slave down, very efficiently, on his back.  There was even a head rest with a chin guard built onto some straps for whomever was secured to the table. Before securing that, he took a thin plastic mouthguard which had straps you could tighten around the back of someone’s head with. The thin mouth guard covered the teeth of the person secured.

He grinned at his slave, “See, I am going to lie on top of you and begin the process of shoving my cock down your throat. Once you get so far down, it will cut your air off, and some people, out of reflex will bite. I don’t much feel like getting bit tonight thank you. So, you will be completely helpless as I start to stretch your throat out. Eventually it will be second nature to you, and you will take all of me effortlessly. It takes a little bit of training for that. You are going to gag a great deal, but that is why I gave you the Ipecac. Your stomach is empty so there is nothing for you to throw up. The Ativan has mild muscle relaxing properties, so that will help as well. Thoughts? Questions before I start, and yeah, this is going to hurt.”

Thomas was rather relaxed about hearing all of this, the Ativan was at work. He watched, as best he could as his Master took everything but his socks off, he was wearing.

“Cut my air off? Am I going to pass out Master?”

The big man got on top of him and began to position himself just right. “That would be no, and one simple rule, might be harder at first but you will get used to it. If you let his happen, I am going to take one of those big paddles and light your ass up before we shower and go to bed. You may have seen this in pornographic videos on the internet, where people have been deepthroating. The further I get down in your throat, you are going to start to produce a copious amount of thick saliva. Some guys get a thrill out of this, I am not one of them. I prefer you keep it neat, so I will pull back occasionally so that you can swallow that down and breath for a bit. It is a skill you will learn, and it also will become second nature to you. As far as what you do when I shoot my load, there is no question about that. Spit or swallow? That is an oxymoron, you will suck down ever drop I can squeeze out. Understand?”

His slave was transfixed, as this talk, had made his Master fully erect and it really was a big cock. ‘I am going to take all of that?’ he thought. If others could do it so, could he, bring the pain, I will show you what a good bitch I am.

Clifford said, “Open your mouth and try to relax as best you can. Afraid you are along for this ride till your mouth and tight throat has made me shoot my load, and you have gulped it all down.”

The immobile slave opened his mouth and his Master slowly lowered himself and let the big head of his cock enter his slave’s mouth. He continued to push on deeper and deeper and Thomas got his first blast of a salty taste Precum, his Master was excited and was already rewarding him. Clifford was good at this and began to fuck the slave’s mouth slowly getting deeper and deeper every few thrusts. Oh, that hot, slick mouth felt so good, and it belonged to him. As he hit the opening of the throat the first time…….

“Buhhhh,” it was the first time this slave had gagged on that big cock.      

Clifford was lying on top of him, and they were in opposite direction, so the upward curvature of his dick would match the curvature of Thomas’s throat, downward. The big guy could not help but form a little grin on his face. He didn’t give a shit who liked it, it felt marvelous and gave him a thrill. He kept right on going, next time a bit deeper.

“Ummmmhh,” as his slave’s gag reflex kicked in again.

He worked it up and down, up, and down, and slowly but surely got it to go a bit deeper when he applied enough pressure. He knew the person getting throat fucked, especially having no more experience than his slave did, it was painful. He kept right on going, pausing sometimes as he got deeper to allow the tissue to stretch. ‘That throat is going to be sore tomorrow bitch.’ As he pushed in deep again and again.

“Gurrlllpp!”, another gag, nothing he could do but take it and try to swallow that thick saliva that was now forming.

Still Clifford was undeterred and worked him, time and again. He went on like this for about twenty-seven minutes and a great deal of gagging. Finally, he started to feel the burn, and pulled a little shallower and went faster. Soon, his spinal column lit up as he shot his slave’s mouth full of spurt after spurt of cum.

“Fuck yes! Swallow every drop of that cum bitch, it’s what people like you are made for.”

He worked a bit more and then reached his big right hand down and milked any leftover in his cock into his slave’s mouth. He had performed admirably; he had kept it neat and greedily sucked it all down. ‘That was a good way to start,’ Clifford thought, there was going to be a whole lot of that. Anytime he liked it, or had that itch, this good-looking bitch-boy below him was a great receiver.

Once finished, Clifford hopped off the table and walked over a got a box full of different sized and styles of chastity cages. He really liked the ones that you could tighten the ball strap as much as you liked before locking it. Never cut off the circulation, but make sure they always know it is there.

He undid all the strapping once it was on him and as he was climbing off the table put his robe back on. They went upstairs and both showered together, part of his slave’s job was to wash him. Once they were good and clean, they both got in the big bed and Clifford quickly had both Thomas’s hands and feet tethered, the way he would be every night from now on. He put his arm around his slave’s chest, he certainly wasn’t going anywhere. 

             He asked his bound slave, “On a scale of 1 -10 how bad has it been so far?”

            Thomas sleepily answered, “I think it has been wonderful, after seeing that cock of yours fully hard. It’s definitely at least got to be a ten incher easily, so 10 for good.”

             They were both wore out by the session, and quickly found sleep.

            Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day, for them both.