A Different Kind of Life

Chapter 10

Poker Night Part 2

Thomas climbed the stairs back to the gathering with a sore ass, the cheeks, and the hole. He had cleaned up quickly, but thoroughly, took a quick shower and was naked now, except for the amazing electric chastity cage. He might have a sore ass, but he still felt wonderful. The paddling followed by subsequently being fucked up the ass, had released a megadose of endorphins into his system. He may never have gotten off as hard as he had as Master fucked him this time. He entered the upstairs, put his underwear in the laundry room. Then went to the Master’s bedroom and got a fresh pair and put them on.

He walked into the kitchen; most were still eyeing his body as he went through. Everyone up here, even the woman, minding the bar, all the Masters and his Master were imagining him working his oral magic on him they had watched him do. Some redness was showing below the cut of his underwear, so they knew he had been punished. He walked into the kitchen to where Master Mullingar was seated and got down on one knee and waited.

Daniel Mullingar let him stay that way for a moment before speaking. His femboy, Billy Seymour had sucked him off, but he wish it would have been this slave waiting for his acknowledgment.

He casually looked over, “What is it slave?”

Thomas said, “I wanted to apologize Sir, Mullingar, you told me to do something, and I didn’t. I was not being deliberately disrespectful. I was just a bit overwhelmed as this is the first of these I have attended. It will not happen again Sir.”

Daniel Mullingar asked, “Where you disciplined for your breech of protocol, slave.”

“Yes Sir, I was, twelve smacks from an electric paddle and Master gave me a good fucking for my error.”

“I graciously accept your apology, and the mistake was understandable. I look forward to the day, and there will be one, when it is my cock down in your throat and deep up your ass. Be a good bitch and get me another beer, and some more of those delightful cheese and sausage balls you made.”

“Yes, Sir,” and he rose and went to get them.

Daniel said to the other men playing poker, “It would seem Clifford you have stumbled across the complete package. His looks are second to none, he is respectful, sucks dick like a maniac, and can cook such delightful things. We will have to work up a swap some night, or perhaps when you go out of town and need him watched overnight.”

Collin flipped the magic 8 Ball, “My trusty advisor says, ‘Better not tell you now,’ I call that and raise $50.”

Three of them threw chips into the pot, the good M.D. had folded.

Alex Mistry told Clifford, “You are about the luckiest motherfucker I have ever run across. You’re drawing a good hand every single time just defies odds and mathematical reasoning. Then add that delicious piece of meat, you now have serving you. Oh, his skin is perfect, and I too will have to have my dick buried balls deep into his ass someday.”

Jeff Blake said, “You guys’ sound like a weapon of mass perversion just went off.”

Clifford answered, “Says the man who stood openly in the middle of everyone and let my slave suck him off. I am sure you will elevate us to higher standards and moral reasoning. You are the paragon of decency and innocence. I have a full house, kings over sixes.”

There was much moaning and cursing coming from the table when slave Thomas came back and gingerly sat a plate down to the side of Daniel. Then he opened a Fosters and poured the beer into a frosted mug, sat a coaster down and placed the mug upon it.

“I hope you enjoy that Sir, is there anything else I can get for you?”

Daniel Mullingar said, “If you could manage me a better hand on this next round of dealing? Or tell me where the Leprechaun your Master has is hidden away? Thank you, Slave, that will be all for now.”

Thomas moved to his appointed spot so he would be available should one of them need something.

Daniel took a drink of beer and said to Clifford, “So, you got one of those paddles, that delivers an electric shock each time you hit someone with it. Who the fuck do you think you are? Frankenstein?”

Master Mistry added, “It gets worse, that chastity cage hot stuff is wearing also delivers shocks as does his collar. Valley Electric must fucking love you.”

Jeff Blake chimed in, “If there is a rolling blackout, at least we will know who is responsible.”

Clifford sounded indignant, “Like none of you have not ordered any of that stuff, it is relatively new, and I know better?”

They all acknowledged their orders had been placed and were waiting.

Master Mullingar decided to see how well the new one had learned.  “Slave Thomas, come over to the table now.”

He walked up, “May I get you something Sir?”

“Turn around pull those undies down and bend over and touch your toes. Stay that way till told otherwise, we want to see what the Frankenstein Paddle does.”

“Yes, Sir,” Thomas turned around, lowered his underwear, and bent over touching his toes.

They all looked at his angry red ass. Though the skin was a bit irritated it still looked very good.

Master Mistry said, “That thing is effective, and his ass looks good enough to eat. You lucky motherfucker, Clifford.”

Daniel Mullingar decided to let the slave stay that way for a bit, he was enjoying the view. Jeff Blake was finally able to take his eyes away and started dealing as it was over to him. Clifford grinned inwardly, he knew what was standing beside him, obediently showing his naked ass  was a fucking treasure.

He said, “Gentleman what you are gawking at is 100% USDA, ass that is my slave’s. I get to, paddle that, shock it, rim it, or fuck it at will. The slave it belongs to, goes to my bed at night, wakes up next to me in the morning, showers with me, waits on me hand and foot, and maintains this house like there is no tomorrow. He is smart, sensitive, obedient, what more could a person want?”

Jeff Blake said, “I must agree with Mistry, there is one indisputable fact here, you are, a lucky motherfucker.”

Thomas was finally told he could standup, raise his underwear, and return to his station. The rest of card night carried out, and per usual, Clifford did well. Finally, everyone tired around Midnight, and slave Thomas saw them all out the door, closed it and locked it. He came back into the living room and his Master was sitting in his spot on the couch, counting his spoils.

“Come and join me slave.”

“Yes, Master.” Thomas came over and sat down next to him, in what was now his spot.

“Here,” he handed his slave a stack of stack of bills that made up $300. “Just a bit of billfold cash for you, always good to have it.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“So, and I want absolute honesty here slave, what did you think of our little group?”

Thomas thought for a second and replied, “Honest assessment, Sir Mistry, is funny, and was doing something to me that felt out of this world when massaging me.”

Clifford said, “Show me.”

“Yes, Master,” his slave pulled his underwear down and rubbed that area.

Master said, “Hmm, so you have a sensitive perineum that is vital information that will be filed away for use. What else?”

“Having me suck, Sir Blake’s dick was intense with everyone watching. He can spray whatever he wants to on it though, I still much prefer sucking yours. First impression I did not think I liked Sir Mullingar, but he turned out to be just fine and hilarious. I didn’t talk to any other slaves, there was never a need to. The hottest part of the night was you spanking my ass and then fucking it.”

His Master, said, “Reach over here and massage my cock and balls from outside my shorts to begin with.”

“Yes, Master,” he reached over and started rubbing them down as he knew his Master enjoyed.

“Yeah, that feels good, we are going to have a little late-night action to get me off again. I must admit knowing now that you enjoy pain, intensifies my pleasure from beating that pretty ass. I would still find it pleasurable if you hated it and do it to you anyway, that is just a bonus. Undo my pants and very slowly and sensually work that area from outside the underwear.”

“Yes, Master.” Thomas reached over and undid Clifford’s fly and unbuttoned his pants like he was a certified expert at it. He carefully peeled the shorts away till he could get at his hardening cock and balls from his underwear. This he began to work just the way his Master had told him he liked.

“Such a good feeling being generated from such a bad boy. I like my bad boy massaging my cock and balls.”

His slave said, “I sure do have a lot of clean-up work to do. Your gang of friends is great, but they do generate a mess.”

“I will give you time to straighten things up after my morning blowjob and breakfast tomorrow. We are going to be up a bit late so we can sleep somewhat later. I learned a bit of dark sorcery tonight as you were busy waiting on everyone.”

Master had his hands resting on the back of his own head. “Let me ask you something first, then I will tell you. When Jeff shot off in your mouth did you notice anything?”

Thomas thought, then, “Yeah, it was really sweet tasting, I thought it was that strawberry spray he was using but it got much more so when he came.”

You could see the pleasure the rundown was giving Clifford by the look on his face.

He said, “You will probably understand this much more than me, as you are studying chemistry. I am just a numbers guy so... Part of your duties tomorrow, is I am going to have you run to Kroger and pick up some Mango juice and drop off and pick up some prescriptions the good Mistry provided.”

“Mango juice Master?”

“Yes, apparently the chemical composition of cum is made up greatly of sugar, just not the kind that tastes sweet to humans. The little swimmers need it and use it for energy for motility.”

“Yes Master, it is high in glucose and that does not register on our taste buds as being sweet.”

Clifford looked at him and grinned, “Look at the big brain, I like that. Well apparently, Jeff read an article off powermastering.com about how Mango juice will cause some of the sugar that is sweet to us to enter our cum. It was all biochemical mumbo-jumbos. I thought he was bullshitting me, but the mysterious Mistry said it was true. I am also going to have you run by the sex shop and purchase a kit of those flavored sprays.”

“I will be glad to do anything you want me to do Master.  The sugar that is sweet to us is called sucrose, it’s just cane sugar. There are about a hundred different kinds of sugars. Just think about it, monster pecker blasting out sweetened cum, you will be unstoppable.”

Clifford looked more serious, “I just want you to know, after you get me off again, we shower, and we go to bed. Your punishment is not quite over yet, I land on any infraction hard, so the point is made.”

“I understand Master, I was the one that made the error, and you are the one that decides the consequences of that.”

His submission was sizzling to Clifford, “When we get ready for sleep, I am going to tie you into a stress position for the first time.”

“Stress position?”

“It means you will be tied so that it is uncomfortable for you, all through sleep time. I am good with restraints; I won’t make this one too bad. You will however have a clear understanding of what stress position means for several hours as you try to sleep. I will just do this to you sometimes because it gives me a thrill.”  

“I understand Master, you know you can always do anything you want to me.”

“Yes, I know, come with me to the Master’s bedroom, something I need to do before we shower, or maybe get some more fun room time in. Good job massaging my cock and balls, you are far, far better at that than any I have made do it.”

Clifford rose, and zipped his pants up and buttoned them back on. He had a bit of a precum stain that was on his underwear. He headed towards the bedroom.

“Yes, Master,” Thomas got up and followed him into the bedroom.

As they walked in the big man said, “Lose the underwear and lie down on your tummy so your cage is on the edge of the bed. I want your ass sticking straight up, hit it slave.”

Thomas pulled his underwear off, put them in the clothes hamper then did as he was sold to do. Meanwhile, his big Master had gone over to a cabinet and removed a large white bottle which had a squeeze top on it. He came over to the bed and sat down beside where his slave was laying and used the dispenser at the top of the bottle to put some lotion into the palm of his hand.

He rubbed it well between his hands and warmed it a little. The slave’s ass cheeks were still quite red, and he gently began to apply some of the lotion to them and massaging it in. This was a lanolin and cocoa butter lotion that was not cheap, it had to be ordered.

“Oh Master, that feels so good, and it is taking most of the sting out. Plus, it smells good, thank you so much.”

The big man said, “One bottle of this stuff costs $500, you ever see any reruns of that show? “The Six Million Dollar Man?” I guess that would make you the ‘$500-dollar ass, this stuff is worth it. You will come to know this when we do something intense. As I have told you all along, I can get rough, I like it, and demand my slaves submit to whatever it is.”

“I took several oaths and made multiple promises to you that I would. Put that in a safety deposit box because you can bank on it.”

Big Clifford took his time and used those large hands to massage the lotion into his slave’s ass cheeks. He would never get tired of looking at this ass, or paddling it, or fucking it. It belonged to him, and he would use it absolutely any damn way he wanted to. He had gotten a good bit massaged into it and most of the redness was gone. The big man had a creed he absolutely lived by, take care of your tools. This slave was a tool to serve him, make him feel good, let him inflict pain to it, and to get him off.

“Slave, prepare a shower for us in the bathroom, I like shower play. Therefore, you like shower play as well. Get the towels out but do not start the water yet.”

“Yes, Master,” he got up to follow his instructions as the big man exited the room.

It didn’t take long for Thomas to get towels and stuff situated, and he waited on starting the water. Soon the big man came back in carrying a heavy pair of stainless-steel handcuffs and a bag full of assorted clamps.

“Turn around bitch.”

“Yes, Master.” And the slave turned around. The bigger man grabbed his right arm first, and snugly got a cuff locked on the wrist of it. He then reached over, pulling Thomas’ right wrist to the center of his back, grabbed his left arm and got it into position and snapped a handcuff firmly onto that wrist. Next, he went outside the shower stall, got in a drawer on the sink and removed a long, thin chain. Then he came back into the stall and closed the door.

“Get over to the wall facing me, with the showerhead above you and hit those knees.”

“Yes Master,” he did as he had been instructed and waited.

It was not usually visually apparent, unless one looked up a bit higher up was a bar just like the one, he was usually connected to.  Clifford, with a practiced hand tossed an end of the chain up, it was spot on and went around the top bar. This chain was made with several places one could easily clasp it to something, because it had several metallic rings that one just pulled a side projection on it, and it would pull it open. Release it and it would close back strongly, he found it rather handy.

“Okay bitch, lift you cuffed hands up as high as you can.”

“Yes Master, “and he did just that.

He reached down and snapped a clasp in between a chain link in the center of his slave’s handcuffs. Then he got the other end, pulled it much tighter, till it started raising his slave’s cuffed hands upward. He elevated them to what he knew would be a most uncomfortable level and clasped the chain around the lower bar.

Walking in front of his slave, he said, “That is a stress position, no complaints, it stays that way till I decide to release it. Or there will be more of the electric paddle before we go to bed.”

“Yes Master.”

Clifford removed all his clothing and tossed it out of the stall. This slave could deal with it tomorrow, he had much work to do. He would have a good part of the day to accomplish it and have everything spiffy and smelling good again.

“It will put you in a strain, but look up at me, open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”

Thomas obeyed, “Yes Master.”

The big man’s cock was getting quite hard again, so it took a little effort. Finally, a stream of his piss came jetting out.  It hit his slave right on the nose, so he moved his aim around, and made sure his mouth got full. He doused his entire face and even had gotten his hair wet with it.

“All of that which got into your mouth, close tight and swallow it down bitch.” He watched his slave work his throat as he complied to get it all down. The beer had filled his bladder, and his slave was now covered with his piss. Might as well leave it a few, he really enjoyed humiliating a slave this way. Drops of urine were dripping from his saturated hair and running down his face and body. He had his cellphone, so he had recorded this process. So, his slave was chained in a most uncomfortable position and covered in his piss.

He leaned against the back of the stall and just stood there looking at him for close to fifteen minutes. No need to hurry, let those tendons and muscles in his arms stretch out well, and let him feel the burn. He finally put his cellphone outside the stall, pointed the showerhead directly aimed down at his slave. He got that nasty grin as he turned on the cold water only, and the slave jerked when it first hit him. He let that go on for a few minutes, then adjusted it to be comfortably warm.

All of this had made him iron hard, so he got down in front of his slave on his knees. He took and placed several clamps in strategically sensitive places. The slave did not utter a word, but he did grunt several times as he had added the clamps. Now, they were all in place, and his being bound in a stress position looked fabulous this way.

“Okay my little cocksucker, open that mouth wide and relax that throat. I am going to grudge fuck that mouth and throat, till I fill your mouth full of my cum.”

The slave opened his mouth wide and worked to relax his throat. His Master, gabbed both sides of hie head and pulled it up some, knowing it would just add more to the strain. Then he shoved his big member into it and drove all the way in quickly.

“Urgh!”

The big Master could still get the occasional gag out of him. Especially as they were positioned. The curvature of his cock was opposite to matching that of his slave’s throat. Clifford drove in hard, deep, and fast; he wanted release. He worked and fucked his throat roughly with the intent of making that throat sore. Every time Thomas Brody swallowed tomorrow, he would be thinking of his big cock which his Master was slamming him with now. Now, that they had learned each other’s bodies it would be time to move the roughness scale up a bit. His cock began to tingle, and he went even faster.

He said, “I am about to shoot in your mouth, you let one drop escape I will stress tie you during the night as I am going to this night for a solid week.”

He began to shoot off in his slave mouth, he arched his back and it felt fantastic.

“OH! take every drop of that, and down with it, all of it. It is part of your regular diet now.” He filled his mouth, and the slave obediently swallowed it all. He acted as though he loved it, and he did.

He was now completely under the control of Clifford Thornton. He yearned for this big man to use him in every way, he liked to. The Master had slowed the pace, finally pulled out and released him from the cuffs and chain.

“Take a washcloth, clean me, and make it feel as good as you can. The better you make me feel, will factor into the severity of the stress tie I make you sleep in tonight.”

“Yes, Master.”

Clifford knew this was a bit of an exaggeration, oh hell, it was a bald-faced lie. His slave always made him feel good, now when he did this. Plus, he already knew the exact stress tie he would put the slave into. Good way, to keep him motivated. Give him the illusion of some determination of the control being exercised over him.

When Thomas had finished shampooing, and conditioning Master’s hair. Then given him a slow sensual body wash, the big man’s toes were about to curl. He made that feel so good and seemed to be even getting better at it. Thomas loved to do it, slide the soapy cloth over Master’s perfectly sculpted body. Yes, he was learning from subtle reactions just the exact way to do it.

“I am going to get out and dry off, leave the dirty clothes and towels, you have a lot of work in the morning. I will be waiting for you in the bedroom, do a thorough job but get on with it.”

“Yes Master.”         

When Thomas was done, he toweled himself dry and entered the bedroom. Clifford came over to him, got down on one knee and changed out his new high tech zapping cage for he regular one. Then sat zap cage inside its base, on top of Thomas’ chest of drawers to get a full charge for tomorrow. He did the same with the thick white collar.

“Okay bitch, over on your side, lay on your stomach, and place your hands to be cuffed to the headboard.

“Yes Master,” and his slave got into place perfectly.

Clifford got the set of handcuffs from the nightstand crawled over and cuffed one wrist. He placed the cuffs through a ring that had been bolted to the headboard on that side of the bed.

“Give me your other hand bitch.”

“Yes Master,” and he offered it up to him.

The big Master clicked it on nice and snug then hopped up on the bed. He walked down a little and hanging from the ceiling by a pulley was a rope with a strong leather strap on the end of it and pulled it down towards his Slave’s feet.

“Cross your ankles cocksucker.”

“Yes Master,” Thomas replied and crossed his ankles as he had been told.

Clifford reached down lifted is legs from the knees a little. Then he wrapped the strap around the ankles and tightened it down firmly holding them together. He climbed off the end of the bed, to where the other end of the rope was running through a sturdy looking ring on the floor. He used his right leg for leverage and pulled it tight enough to slightly raise his slave’s legs, then stomach slightly off the bed. He knotted it around another ring and the slave was secure. He hopped in the bed and turned the lamp off.

He scooted close and draped his arm over the slave’s back, after taking a moment to rub those ass cheeks. He pulled the blanket over them both well.

“How does that feel cocksucker, nice and comfy?”

“It does have me in a strain, I would imagine my joins will be burning when we wake up. Thank you for the stress tie, Master.”

“As usual it was my pleasure, I am big into intricate bondage a well. Don’t even wake me up and ask me to untie it, or I will just make it tighter. Then gag you and go back to sleep. Goodnight, sleep as well as you can, lots to do tomorrow.”

“Goodnight Master,” even in the bind and helpless, he liked the feel of that warm muscular arm across his back. He would never get tired of how his Master smelled when close.

Clifford drifted to sleep straight away, it took the slave a bit of time, and the stress tie would wake him up several times during the sleep cycle. He loved it, he knew his Master did as well.

Who knew what pleasures the big man would unlock and discover in him tomorrow? It was going to be fun to find out.