A Different Kind of Life

Chapter 12

(CBT and Fucking Fun) 

On Friday, Thomas was in the kitchen making some stuff for his friends visiting the following day. He had called them all and invited them and everyone had graciously accepted. He had taken the time to give them and 911-address, so they could use GPS navigation to find the place. Just giving directions, well, he was still not familiar enough with the area yet for that.

He had gone out to Fresh Market earlier, and picked up some Ribeye and other assorted steaks, then made a German Chocolate cake, would bake potatoes, and set up a small potato bar with all the trimmings, with maybe some broccoli with cheese. He had also made some fresh chocolate/white chocolate chip cookies, one of his specialties. They had beer, soft drinks, and he would make some fresh sweet tea tomorrow.

Master was out in his garage working, so he thought he would go and see if he wanted a beer or something. He had found half of him; he was lying on one of those boards with wheels on the bottom of it. The ones like one sees the mechanic’s use. His top half was rolled in under the truck, his waist down was laying on the part out in the garage. He had on a set of those thin coveralls to protect his clothing.

Even with that being the case, the bulge of his cock and balls was clearly visible. He really looked fantastic wearing a pair of tight shorts or jeans. It had been a few days since, his slave had been allowed to get off and it was having an effect. He had started finding everything about the Master more desirable, dreamed constantly at night of the big man fucking him and making the slave bust one out from a hard fucking. He found him sort of unconsciously staring at the bulge his package was currently making.

His Master had never told him, he could not touch him without permission. Worst case scenario he might get some licks from the electric paddle. That was usually followed by a good fucking so why not see what happened. Maybe Master Clifford would be turned on by his imitative and reward him? This was new territory to him, so he got on knees beside the half of the Master showing.

He asked, “Would you like a beer or a soft drink Master?”

He could hear a ratchet being turned, and there was a pause for a second.

“Not at the moment, this thing is being a real bitch.” He had tension and stress in his voice Looking at that bulge, Thomas could not help his mouth beginning to water.

He decided to go for it, what was the worse that could happen? Surely, the Master would not be upset by this. So, he reached his right hand down and solidly, and sensually began to run is hand on that bulge.

“Perhaps, there is something else I could do for you Master. You sound stressed, and maybe need to work some of that out?”

The ratcheting sound stopped, and under the truck, Clifford was elated. Keeping him under strict cum control the past few days, as he continued to use him like crazy, was having the desired effect. This slave was putty in his hands, and he had so many things to try out on him yet.

The Master’s voice from in under the truck paused, then said, “Go down to the fun room, strip down to your socks, I will be there momentarily.”

The way he issued commands like this, so confident, so in control, it temporarily made his slave dizzy.

“Yes Master,” and he headed down to the dungeon/fun room. He wanted relief so badly, but Master Clifford had told him to never ask for that. When he got to get off was completely at the big man’s discretion. Just one more in a bunch of ways he had gained total control of this one.

Clifford scooted out from under the truck, he could easily finish this later. This control method was easy, use him like crazy and be constantly dumping loads into him. Yet, limiting the number of times he allowed the slave to get off. One did not want to overdo it, so you had to fuck one out of him at times. The trick was to find the perfect balance, big Clifford, wanted his slave to constantly be hoping the next time they did something would be it. He sucked your cock harder, was Johnny-on-the-spot to obey commands. He did everything he could to please his big Master, hopping that would lead to that next orgasm.

There would be more when Clifford decided there would be one. He was good at reading his slave and knew when it was time. He wanted him in a state of constant dynamic tension. Hoping that whenever the big man used him would be that magic time. Meanwhile Clifford. Blasted off like a machine gun, several times a day. The way he was conditioning Thomas was not bad, it was just intense. That was precisely the effect the big Master was after.

He removed his coveralls to reveal he was wearing khaki shorts, a Reebok short sleeved shirt, his low-cut socks and tennis shoes. He smiled as headed for the fun room. He was going to turn up the heat some, he felt like inflicting a bit of controlled pain. So, that is exactly what he was going to do.

Slave Thomas was down in the fun room, and all he was wearing was his low-cut socks. The big Master came down the stairs and took a second to take that smoking body of his in. He was fully hard from just rubbing his cock and balls and hoping what might be. Bingo! Exactly what big Clifford was after. He really liked the slave had taken the initiative, it showed how badly he wanted it.

Clifford told him, “In the dental chair again, as I gather some stuff. I see someone is horny, such a bad, bad bitch. Fondling the poor unsuspecting mechanic half lying under the truck.”

His slave climbed into the chair and waited; he was shaking a bit. His was hot under the collar. His big master took his time in getting the implements he was going to use and laid them on the table on wheels beside the chair. Then he sat down in the stool that was on wheels and pulled everything where he could reach it. He took a wooden board made to go with the chair and slid it in under his slave’s ass. Then he used quite a few straps and the chin guard to secure him snuggly in the chair.

Big Clifford, leaned his head over his helpless slave and said, “Incoming.”

His slave opened wide and stuck his tongue out, and the big man filled his mouth full of spit and watched him swallow it all down. He opened a kit, got it out, it was tape closed and marked, ‘Sterile.’ Then he put a liberal amount of the alcohol based cleaner and thoroughly cleaned his hands with it. He had that box, and another one open Thomas could not see the contents of.

From the box of sterile XXL nitrile gloves he carefully got two out an put them on. He then opened another packet of a disposable Hibiclens (Chlorhexidine Gluconate) wipes. He took it and thoroughly cleaned the head of his slave dick with it and swabbed the hole out good leading to the urethra. Next, he disposed of the packet, and selected a long rod out of one of the boxes. He began to add a liberal amount of sterile lube to it, and talked as he did.

“This my little slave bitch is a urethral sounding rod, it is not large in diameter, but will give an interesting sensation anyway. What I just swabbed the head of your cock with is an antimicrobial chemical called Chlorhexidine. It kills almost any type of bacteria or virus, if you are going to have outpatient surgery, it is what they have you clean the area with. The mysterious Mistry showed me how to do all of this, it may generate some pain, but you are not in any danger. The two things to avoid doing his are a microbial infection from not using proper aseptic technique. Then some fucktard that has no idea what they are doing, using a way too large rod, causing abrasions to the urethral wall down in there. You will not have to worry about either. Trust me?”

“Always master.”

He added some of the cold, sterile lube to the slit on top of his dick leading to the urethra. It made the slave want to move but he was unable to. Master Clifford positioned the rod, so it would be entering straight and not an angle. He exerted some pressure, and it slid inside, now that was noticeable.

“Fuck! Damn that smarts!”

Master Clifford grinned at him as he drove it deeper, “The tissue on the inside of the urethra is highly innervated and very sensitive. Relax, you are in good hands. That dumbass, Mistry, is competent, and trained me well. I get off on inflicting controlled pain, not causing injury.” He got it deep in there and let it sit a minute. He removed one of those steel hammers like you see doctors checking reflexes with and laid it on the wooden insert close to his slave’s balls. Fairly obvious what that would be used for, this would be different.

After Master Clifford had the sounding rod in place for a couple of minutes, he grinned at his slave. He reached down, got hold of the flattened end of the rod and began to slide it up and down inside his dick. The key to this was to keep the rod straight and move up and down with a steady rhythm. He watched Thomas’ eyes and saw the clash of what was happening inside his dick.

On the one hand all those nerves in there would fire and generate pleasure. The downside of this is the longer he did it, the more irritated the tissue inside the urethra would become. Every time he peed or got off for the next couple of days it would burn significantly. This made the big man start to get super hard as he thought of it. He continued to work the rod rhythmically with his left hand and reached down and got the reflex hammer to add some more stimulation.

This he took and began to continuously tap his slave’s balls for a couple of minutes. Not hard, he didn’t want to cause a contusion, one did not need a great deal of force to generate pain in someone’s balls. So, he tapped, and slid the rod up and down.

“Oh, fuck! Uhm, that is just sinister!”

Master smiled and said, “Yes, it is and I fucking love it.”

He backed off and gave him a break for a few minutes. Then he leaned over and spit his mouth full again and watched as he swallowed it. He pulled his tennis shoes, shorts, and underwear off. His battering ram was at full attention and the stimulation of removing the clothing had made him ooze some precum out on his big cock head. He went down, freed his slave’s chin strap, and let him open so he could stick it in his mouth. He hungrily worked his tongue to clean it all off.

Once cleaned, he walked back down a little and began to slide the sounding rod, rhythmically again. Oh yeah, that cock was going to burn for a day or two. He liked that and picked up the reflex hammer again and began ro tap on different spots on his slave’s balls.

In Thomas’ mind as most would have found much of this to be painful, he liked it. This big Master was thoroughly enjoying this and was careful not to slide the sounding rod too quickly. That could cause him to shoot off, Clifford had steadily been conditioning him to associate doing that when the big guy fucked him. He would be dependent on his Master for pleasure and would become more and more pliable.

His pervy doctor friend had explained the psychology behind this to him. Use cum denial a great deal, but not overdo it, his slave needed release like everyone else. He had the really sensitive prostate, and Clifford had a really big dick, so a session of fucking was going to almost always cause him to cum. This did not work with everyone, but his slave, Thomas was the perfect type for this. He would, in time become to associate with his big Master fucking him up the ass as his primary way for him to release.

He would begin to view his Master in this light, for the low, low price of letting Clifford use his sadistic tendencies on his slave, Thomas, who was a genuine article masochist would love that as well. The big Master would be able to do anything he saw he wanted to try on him, and this slave would love it. Even ask for more and thank him for having done it no matter what it was. He would always be obedient, do as he was told, never argue, he would find this arrangement very much to his liking.

After a short break, big Clifford was sliding the sounding rod up and down rhythmically again. He might as well have some sore balls too, so he tapped a bit harder, not enough to cause injury but soreness, you bet. This was getting the big man all hot and bothered, he could feel his heartbeat throbbing in his cock. ‘So, you want relief,’ and it was about time, he would have a sore ass as well when this was over. It was time to show him what a good hard fucking really was. As he tapped and slid the rod up and down, he made eye contact with his slave. That was a look of pure lust and needing, he was sure his eyes were similar.

Thomas was on fire with sensation and wanted to cum so badly. He hoped his big master shoved his huge cock up his ass. He wanted that prostate stimulation, and the pain from it just being so big when he rammed it home. His body was like a combination lock his Master had figured out the combination to. He knew how to unlock his pleasure anytime and just the right kinds of varying amounts of pains he inflicted.

Master worked the sounding rod up and down his cock for some time. He had also been tapping steadily away on his balls as well. He finally stopped, and carefully withdrew the sounding rod from his slave. He put the instruments, into a plastic bag for cleaning and sterilization. He took straps currently holding his slave loose and then adjusted the chair to be flat.

“On your stomach bitch!”

Thomas obediently flipped over onto his stomach and the big man got him into position on the chair. Then he applied straps again, till he could not move at all. He could not see the big man now but could hear him moving stuff. He was suddenly back and showed his slave what he had. It was the paddle that delivered the electric shocks. He turned it on and got back into position.

“No, bitch you did not do anything wrong, I am doing this as it gives me a thrill. Kee your mouth shut and take it, or it will just get worse.”

He laid the paddle on his right ass cheek, and then delivered the hardest blow he had yet. It really stung his slave and delivered quite a shock. He delivered one to the other cheek just as hard. Over the next few minutes, he delivered several and his slave’s ass was cheeks were on fire. Now Thomas’ dick was finally able to get hard, but his Master had pointed it down between his legs. It was stuffed under his balls and was pointing down at his feet. He was tightly secured down to the flattened seat, so could do nothing about it.

Now he heard the unmistakable sound of lube being applied. ‘Fucking Yes!’ Clifford really lubed himself well then took a good amount and rubbed it around the outside of his slave’s hole. He climbed on top of him and began to mount him. Soon he felt his big cockhead touch his ass. The Master was in no way gentle as he pushed with lots of pressure and in a second his hole gave, and he began to plunge his big cock into him.

“So, tight bitch, take it all.”

When the big man had it all the way balls deep, he began to fuck him a bit harder than he had yet. He was semi-pounding him and the chair made a noise with each plunge. On, and on he went throwing his rod to this slave.

The slave was now lost in bliss, he liked the pain, and here was much contact to his prostate gland. If the Master kept this rhythm, and power he was thrusting with there was no way Thomas’ would not have a hand’s free fucked out of him.

“Take that big cock, bitch!”

“Oh, fuck master, that feels good!”

Clifford was like a machine and was not stopping and he was really working the slave’s prostate fiercely.  Even strapped down as tightly as he was, the Master could feel his body shaking. He was a close to busting his nut. On top of him the big Master grinned. This hot stud he was lying on, the hole he was currently pounding, the dick he had thoroughly sounded, the balls he had administering pain to; All his. This slave was his property for him to use as he liked, when he liked, the way he liked.

“Oh, Fuck Yes Master!”

Clifford’s grin became a little more wicked, and he went faster and pounded harder.

“For Fuck’s Sake! That feels good, oh, oh!”

Thomas cut loose with a big load of cum as he exploded, it shot all over the bottom of the flattened dental chair. Every pleasure receptor in his brain was firing. It burned where he had been sounded so long, but it still felt so good.

Clifford continued to grin and pound, he lasted about another ten minutes and felt the signs, He went in as deep as he could up that ass and shot all up inside his slave.

“Hot Damn, that feels fucking fantastic! Take my load slave!”

Once, he finished he, continued to slowly fuck him till it started to become sensitive. He got off top of his slave and began to take his straps loose. Finally, he was free, both were breathing hard.

“Get over here on your knees and slowly suck and lick me nice and clean.”

Thomas didn’t even bother to say or acknowledge it. He Just got off the chair, dropped to his knees and carefully cleaned it spotless.

Clifford pulled him to his feet when he was done.

“Don’t worry about cleaning the instruments, the rod must be autoclaved. I need to teach you how to do that and let you start all the cleanup. That big pile of cum you deposited on the dental chair lining, you are to lick all of that up, I don’t care how long it takes.”

“Yes Master, thank you that felt so good.”

“Wipe the chair down good after you have licked up your mess and mop the floor. Then you can start cooking dinner. I must finish out in the garage. I liked the spontaneity you showed earlier by rubbing my cock and balls as I worked under the truck. I encourage that kind of thing, my motor is easy to get running and it shows me you are motivated. Now lick up your mess and clean up down here except for the instruments.”

“Yes Master.”

Big Clifford began to dress and watched his slave crawl back on top of the chair and begin to carefully clean up the big pool of his own cum. That he liked, a great deal. Once dressed headed back out to the garage. That had been very intense and exactly what owning a slave was for.

Who knew what pleasures they would explore next?