A Different Kind of Life
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Chapter 19
(Stayover 4)
Author’s Warning: This story contains breath play, which when people know each other well can be perfectly safe and quite stimulating. The average person that does not get regular cardiovascular exercise, can generally hold their breath safely for 120 seconds or two minutes. There are professional pearl divers that can go for 27 minutes with some change. Most people are not them, so if practicing this, make sure to use short intervals, and give time for the blood oxygen saturation level to rise again before another application. As in all things, common sense and safety must rule the day, if done responsibly this can be a great activity for both Dom’s and sub’s.
After the shower of power, it had taken the junior slave about an hour and a half to get dinner ready. Tommy worked in the kitchen, as best he could, to help. He still enjoyed inflicting random pain on the visiting slave. As Slave Thomas worked peeling potatoes, the smaller femboy would walk up to him sometimes and give his balls a medium sized smack. Thomas didn’t mind and when he walked up to him would even turn towards him so he could get the best angle.
Finally, the senior slave spoke, “Junior slave, well, Thomas can I ask you something and it will make me seem pathetic.”
“You can ask me anything, at any time Sir.”
The smaller man looked down, and asked, “Could we possibly be, I mean would you want to be my friend? I don’t have any, being so obviously gay is not so great in some sectors of the public. You are not like that, I mean no one would even know about you unless they saw, or you told them.”
Thomas’ heart melted, everyone needed friends and Billy was okay. He gently reached down, got his chin, and raised his head till they had eye contact.
“You bet we can be friends, and I have some as well who you will love, if Sir Mullingar will allow it.”
He knew some Masters isolated their slaves on purpose so they could turn their attentions only to them. Daniel Mullingar did not seem that way, he knew Clifford was not. They were a little stricter about their slaves’ forming friendships, but mechanisms had been put into place where two Masters could make an agreement to allow it.
The senior slave smiled and hugged him, “You really are a nice guy, I could not think of a better friend to have. I will talk to Master about it.” He then backed off and hit the junior again in the balls that did not have nearly the strength behind it as the previous ones.
In a while both slaves were sitting at the Master’s feet as they ate.
Sir Mullingar said, “This is fantastic Slave Thomas. That might very well be the best roast I have ever had. It is not customary for Master’s to thank slaves by protocol. Fuck protocol, thank you for taking the time and effort to make it.”
“You are very welcome, Sir, as It was absolutely my pleasure to do it for you guys.”
The senior and junior slaves had eaten till they were full. Apparently, Master had somewhat of a larger appetite. The junior on his own initiative he reached from below into his bathrobe. He was currently delivering some his very best ball play to the Master.
The senior had reached into his new friend’s bathrobe and was currently alternating between squeezing his balls and pinching his nipples good for him. It was painful at times to Thomas, but also enjoyable. They held eye contact and smiled at one another.
Up top the Master said, “Yeah, that feels great keep doing that and get me charged back up for later.”
“Gladly Sir.”
Mullingar’s and Billy’s relationship was much more relaxed than that with existed between the junior and Clifford. Not that he minded, he adored his Master in every way.
Senior Billy said, “Master, I don’t ask for much, this I will as it is important to me. Would you please make the proper arrangements with Master Clifford so that Thomas and I may be friends? I beg you Master, please.”
Master Mullingar said, “That is the way to ask me a question, I love you begging me you little whore. I will get it arranged, haggling with Clifford, is much like wrestling a giant squid at 20,000 leagues under the sea. I will however get it arranged, I have always worried about your lack of friends, and this one so expertly massaging my balls currently would be a great one I think.”
“Thank you Master, you are the best.”
The Master got up from the table, “I am stuffed, time to take an evening nap, I think. I will sleep on the couch and the budding new friends can go in the bedroom and amuse yourselves. Clean up well in here first though, with what he left them to their cleaning detail.
The junior told Tommy, “You can just sit back and relax, I will do it. What are visiting junior slave friends for Sir?”
As Thomas got to work, Billy took a seat at the kitchen table. “You are just the best; do you have any inkling of that whatsoever?”
The junior slave looked at him and said, “I am just me Sir. I don’t know how to be anyone else.”
The senior as he watched him work up a storm said, “I don’t think you need to know.”
It took no time for him to get the kitchen back in order. The smaller femboy took him by the dick and led him through the living room. The Master was sound asleep on the couch, so they went back into the Master bedroom with Tommy using his dick like a leash.
“On the bed on your back bitch, yesterday.”
“Yes, Sir,” he climbed onto the bed after the senior slave took his bathrobe off him, and he got into place.
Tommy got on the bed and laid on top of him and began to kiss him deeply. He also reached down and delivered a liberal squeezing to his balls as he worked kissing him. They were both hard and the junior slave could feel, the Sir’s cock laying tightly against his abdomen. It had also oozed a of little and was slick with precum. The junior slave reached around and lightly put his hand on the back of the man’s head on top of his body.
Tommy paused for a second, “You don’t mind the ball squeezing, do you?”
“Not at all Sir, do whatever you want to me, I like it.”
The senior slave was grinning and leaned back in to resume his kissing. The housephone rang and Billy quickly hopped off the bed and answered it. He did not want the Master disturbed.
“Mullingar residence, this is Billy.”
He answered in a moment, “Yes Sir Clifford, he is taking a nap currently. Yes, your slave is present, hang on one moment please.”
Thomas got to the phone and as he talked the senior slave licked the precum from his abdominal region.
The Master sounded agitated, “This is fucking shit my father got me into has turned into a nightmare. So, I won’t be back into town till day after tomorrow. Henry will be back into town tomorrow; I think I will have him retrieve you and see about you at the house till I get back.”
His slave said, “May I ask something Master?”
Master said, “Of course you may.”
“I never ask for much Master, practically nothing. However, I would beg you please to let me stay here till you return to town.”
His Master asked, “There something wrong with Henry?”
“Not at all Master, both you and Henry are great. This is just a bit of a change, and I don’t get out much. It’s like a sleepover Master and different.”
His Master considered a moment, “I cannot deny you when you beg and make it sound so nice. Mullingar is a snob, but he is okay I suppose. How are you and that sadistic twerp of his getting along?”
“We are becoming friends Master if you will allow that. Again, I would beg you on that, he doesn’t have any and I like him.”
“I see no problem with that, I will have to hash it out with Mullingar, who I secretly think was the one responsible for writing, ‘The Art of the Deal.’ Okay, then I will pick you up when I get back, and me and the master of real-world monopoly, Daniel will arrange for you and that bitch of his to be friends, if that is what you want.”
“I certainly do Master and can’t wait to have your gigantic pecker inside me again.”
“Mm, I too am looking forward to that my obedient cocksucker whore. Continue to make me proud and best behavior.”
“Always Master, safe travels.”
“I will see you soon, my walking set of portable holes. Take care and have a good evening.”
“You as well Master.”
He hung the phone up and looked a bit down at the senior.
“Master says he will work out with yours so that we may be friends. I am a good friend and loyal, and even sometimes interesting.”
Billy sort of rasped, “I want to learn to be a good friend too.”
He grabbed the junior by the head roughly and once again began deeply kissing him. The two fell over on the bed and the senior slave climbed back on top and began squeezing his balls again. He was rougher this time out of happiness and excitement. A friend, finally, and who could possibly ask for a better one?
Master Daniel Mullingar had slept for about an hour and a half. When he woke up, he had used the house wide P.A. system.
“Would the cocksuckers and those that regularly take it up the ass from me report to the living room. Time to do your jobs and to serve me.”
Slave Thomas had been on a marathon of sucking the senior’s balls. Who had told him he wanted to be stimulated so he could really shoot a powerful load. The junior slave had spent the past hour giving him some of his best ball work to make sure he did. They heard the Master and headed that way.
Mullingar had told Billy to put him a bottle of champaign on ice and to bring it to the hot tub room. They went through some hallways of the big penthouse and sure enough, finally entered a very nice hot tub room. It was surrounded by expensive looking wood and appeared to be built down into the floor.
The Master said, “I told you that I like water so lose the robe, and get in.”
“Yes Sir.”
Slave Thomas, disrobed and climbed down into the hot treated water and it felt wonderful. Dave Mullingar was right behind him, and they sat on a bench underneath the water that came up to about shoulder level. The Master reached and got hold of the slave’s cock and began to gently play with it.
As he fondled the slave he said, “I never imbibe alcohol when alone in a hot tub. It is dangerous, more than 300+ people wipe themselves out every year in this country doing so. You see the alcohol thins the blood and slightly elevates the blood pressure. The heat will pull blood from your vital organs towards the epidermis, this includes your brain. People just pass out and drown if someone is not there to intervene. Thankfully, I have two trusty cocksucker whores to make sure that does not happen.”
His skilled hand plus the hot water was making the junior slave feel very good.
“Mm, uh that feels so nice master, thank you. I talked to Master Clifford, and he has agreed to discuss with you allowing Billy and I to become friends.”
“That is not all that I am going to discuss with him about you two. During the day, while I am at the office, how would you feel about him driving out to your place and you training him some? You really do have a lovely skillset. Of course I would reward you, I know it is busy at your place now, so it will be some work.”
“No reward necessary sir, I would be pleased to do it.”
Billy entered with wooden bucket filled with ice and a bottle of champaign buried down into it. He had an expensive looking champaign glass which he pulled the bottle out and filled and sit next to his Master.
“Make that robe disappear, my gorgeous slave and into the water on the other side of me.”
“Yes Master,” then he lost the robe, entered the tub, and got into the right place.
The Master said, “I have always wanted to try this, so we shall. It is very simple, the two of you are going to work together and give me an underwater blowjob. One of you will get down there and suck it if you can hold your breath. When that one comes up, the other goes down to continue the cycle. As one comes up, the other will take some deep breaths to get their oxygen up good. When I get ready to shoot off, whoever is down will take it and swallow it. I will hold your head in place when I release you may come back up. Getting the picture you two?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Yes Master.”
“Also, slave Thomas, during the entire process. You will continually massage my balls. My slave, use your best hand with a vantage point and massage my taint the whole time. Whoever gets blasted with, my cum, make sure to keep your lips sealed and don’t let any get out. Now get to work you two.”
The senior spoke, “Master may I make a request?’
“But of course, Billy, please do.”
“Master, once we have you good and satisfied here, I would like a private session with the junior in the Master bedroom. While you were napping, he gave me a lovely oral ball session and now I am busting at the seams. Please Master, I beg you. Oh, please-please-please. I really want to fuck him, like mad. Maybe even lock him in the straitjacket.”
The Master smiled at him, “Straitjacket? You perverted little deviant whore, you. I can never deny you when you beg me so sweetly. Okay, get to it you two, I want to get off as well and love the hot water. Work together, it may take a moment to coordinate but you two will get it.”
The junior slave reached down and began to massage the Master’s balls, while the senior began rubbing nis perineum.
Thomas looked at Billy and asked, “Is it okay if I take the first dive under Sir?”
Billy grinned at him, “Diver in the water, go for it junior slave.”
The lowest ranking slave went under, and the Master immediately held the back of his head to steady him. He was not using much strength, so it would not prevent the junior from coming up for air when he needed it. He took his nice cock into his mouth, bit the head playfully and gently and then began to work it.
In close to three minutes, he came up and Billy immediately went down and went to work.
“Fuck! The ball massage, the perineum massage, the skill of these two cockuckers at work, and the hot water are just the best.” The Master was thoroughly enjoying this, he made Billy do it all the time. With two at work on him it was a force multiplier out of this world.
“I liked the playful bite to my cockhead, just the right amount of pressure. You learn and adapt so damn fast and seem to love it so much it is rather amazing slave. You don’t have to answer, concentrate on getting your oxygen levels high.”
As soon as Billy came back to the surface he went in under again for another tour of delicious duty. Being deepthroated constantly with what his Master, Clifford, called his cock, and some of humanity might call an aberration. This had really increased his lung capacity, plus he jogged every morning. He could stay down there a bit and really deliver some pleasure.
When he was ready, he came back up and Billy went in, they made a good team at things like this. Together they worked and worked, currently the Master was a very happy man. That fantastic dinner, a rejuvenating nap, and now two slaves tag teaming to blow him in a hot tub. They were working so hard as a team and the result was a tremendous amount of pleasure for him.
He put the champaign glass to his lips and closed his eyes as he took a drink of the fantastic beverage. The visiting slave had just gone down and started and he began to feel the tingle and burn. He increased the pressure on the back of the slave’s head. When he shot off in his mouth, it was going to be of nuclear proportions. Since increasing the pressure, Slave Thomas had sped up, significantly tightened his lips, and the things he was doing with that tongue had to be illegal. Probably were in some states, and places. He began to fill the slave’s mouth with his cum, spurt after rocking spurt.
The slave could not hear him, but he said anyway, “If blasting your mouth full, oh fuck, of my cum is wrong. I don’t want to be right.”
The Master let him work it for a bit longer than he pulled him to the surface. He told Billy he could stop massaging him. That would lead to post orgasmic sensitivity torture, and that was for slaves. He is the one that did that to people, not the other way around.
“Nice work you two, we will soak for a bit, and Billy, I will give you your private session in the bedroom with the junior slave.”
In the Master bedroom, both the slaves were naked, and Billy was putting the straitjacket onto his subordinate slave.
He made eye contact with Thomas and his were full of hope and desire.
“I want to use you Thomas to live out a fantasy I have had about doing to someone a long time. However, if you don’t want me to do it, or want to stop doing it I will. I know you will probably think it sounds fucked up, but it really turns me on, and I have jerked off so many times thinking about it. It takes a great deal of trust from you in me.”
“If we are to be friends Sir Billy trust is part of that package and I do trust you. You know you can make me do it, not much I can do about it in this thing. So, what do you have in mind that has you so hot under the collar?”
Billy held eye contact as he connected all the restraints of the straitjacket.
He finally said, “I want to lay you on your back on the bed, have you to raise your legs up in the air for me, let me fuck you and let me use the plastic bag on you. I promise you will be safe. I won’t get carried away and go too far. I would never really hurt you, but I only want to cause you pleasure. You think I am a freak don’t you or a weirdo?”
Thomas smiled at him, “Not at all, I think you have a kink about that. It is an itch you have not got to scratch. I trust you completely, use me to scratch away. In the future when there is opportunity, I will let you do it more, this is what I live for is to fulfill people’s fantasies and make them feel good.”
Billy’s face took on one of lust and was pleasant, again there was no malice there.
“Hop on the bed and scoot to the center, you are the best. I am truly glad if I was to make a friend it would be you, Thomas Brody.”
Once he had hopped on the bed he replied, “Glad to add you to my small list of friends, Billy Seymour.
The senior slave got his bag out of the headboard cabinet and climbed up, then raised the junior’s legs into the air. He got on his knees for a minute and spit liberally on his cock then spit some on the junior slave’s hole. He laid the plastic bag up next to this beautiful slave’s head. It took a few moments but finally he was inside and leaned down and deeply kissed Thomas.
He began to thrust slow but hard and was using the entire length of his dick. In a few minutes, he pulled back and got the bag pulled over his head ready to go into position.
“Thank you so much for letting me do this Thomas, I have dreamed of this for years.”
The junior slave said, “That is exactly what I desire the most in life. In the privacy of whose bedroom, I am in is to be the stuff dreams are made of come to life.”
Billy said, “You are too good to believe there are people like you.”
He pulled the bag down, squeezed out the excess air and made a tight seal. He was pumping very hard, but still very slowly as he watched his new friends face carefully. He had wanted someone to submit to him doing this so many times, now it was really happening.
The feelings it was generating in him were so powerful, it was hard to contain. Of course, he could have just done it to him once he was in the straitjacket, but the one making his fantasy come true. He had willingly agreed to let hit him, such trust. That and said he would let him again in the future. His ass felt so good and tight, and the sheer power he had over the person below him now. He left the bag sealed for about two and a half minutes and then pulled it up over his face.
Thomas thought, this handsome creature power fucking him now shattered all the stereotypes about femboys. This one was really throwing a dicking to him and could be very aggressive at times. Now the face above him was consumed with lust and dominance. Yet at times he could be so friendly and tender.
The senior’s mouth and face and mouth were right over his, so very close.
“Open bitch, well Thomas.”
The submissive slave opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out. The senior slave let a large trail of spit run down into the straitjacketed slave’s mouth. Once it was all in, he closed, and it took a few seconds but swallowed it all down.
Billy pulled the bag back over his face tightly and sealed it good. As he still thrusted into him slowly and powerfully, he looked through the plastic at his handsome features. In just a few moments, the slave in the bag reflexively opened his mouth to try to pull in oxygen that was just not there. The senior slave on top pounded away and watched his face through the bag. In about the same amount of time as before he broke the seal and lifted it back to the top of his head.
It wasn’t even long enough to make his face turn red from hypoxia. Billy did not fantasize about suffocating a helpless person to death. To him, it was just the ultimate expression of control. He would not really injure Thomas Brody for anything. The world was so unfair, this beautiful young man should be lying beneath him in his bedroom every night. If he used his resources, he would give him the world if he wanted it, if this beautiful slave would go for it. He was not ready to ask yet and this slave was not ready for him to ask yet. There would come a time.......
This went on for a while, then Billy began to feel the tingle and burn, He stopped with the bag, and held the junior slave tightly. He still fucked him hard but went faster. It was making a smacking sound every time they came together. Then he drove all the way in and began to fill his ass with the cum his mouth had stimulated in him earlier. He had never come so hard in his life and loved every second of it.
“Yes! Yes! Take that ass full of my cum you know you love it! I will never get enough of that!”
He went on for a moment then took the bag off from his head and threw it aside. He pulled out and rolled Thomas onto his side and slid up to where his wet cock was even with his mouth.
“Lick and suck that spotless.”
“With pleasure Sir.”
The junior slave went to work and did a thorough job. Soon the bag was put away, the straitjacket was taken off his new friend, more like fuckbuddy, or friend with fantastic benefits. They sat next to each other still naked on the edge of the bed.
The junior slave asked, “So, how was living your dream, Billy?”
“I don’t know if I can ever describe to anyone how fantastic that experience was. What did you think about it Thomas?”
“I know it pleased you tremendously, that makes me feel fantastic too. Plus, the experience you just gave me felt good and was burning hot, thank you Sir.”
“No, thank you.”
Sitting in the living room on the couch was Master Daniel Mullingar with an iPad, that had viewed the whole thing from a camera placed that Billy had no ideal was there. He had a huge smile on his face, and another boner already. He was glad Billy enjoyed himself, and that Thomas Brody also seemed to have found it quite the pleasurable experience.
There was still time to explore a few things and explore they would. He had told the people in his office not to expect him tomorrow. They would have all day and possibly the night to play as he liked.