A Different Kind of Life

Chapter 18

(Stayover Part 3) 

In the kitchen the two slaves worked to get the groceries put away with the exception for what the junior slave needed to start now. He was going to bake a roast, and that would take a little time. His Grams had taught him how to do that just right. He would use some of the juice that reduced from it and make beef gravy. Later he would make creamed potatoes, and one of his favorites, broccoli, and cheese. He would make some fresh yeast rolls. Master Mullingar did not seem like the cornbread type of man. For dessert there would be a strawberry pie covered in cool whip made from freshly diced strawberries.

Tommy said, “You did superbly in the bedroom, I am not a maniac you know. I only inflicted so much pain because I know you like it. I have not come that hard in some time, and you were never in danger with the plastic bag. I have been into breathplay for a while and know how to do it safely.”

This was the first bit of decency the senior slave had shown him. Perhaps he was not as bad as Thomas thought, not getting to engage in those dark appetites as he liked to. He was just probably so horny he couldn’t see straight.

He said, “Thank you for the compliment, Sir Billy and you did make me feel good. Thank you for that, I know my place here and, in this house, penthouse rather, you are above me.”

Billy smiled pleasantly, this time at him, he was so damned good looking.

Slave Thomas had continued to getting things started that needed to be started now. The roast was baking, he had made up the dough for the yeast rolls and had diced the strawberries and added some sugar and a little bit of water to them and sat them in the refrigerator so soak. It was too early to start everything else yet.

The senior slave had been watching and said, “You are so good at that, really everything you do, and so fucking steaming good looking. Makes me worry that Master will find someone like you someday, and I will be out the door, or just used on the periphery.”

The junior slave looked at him and smiled, “Are you kidding? Master Mullingar is crazy about you. Are you not the senior slave in his house? I would say your place is quite secure here, plus you are smoking hot as well. Now, he said he liked input, do you guys have a good-sized shower stall? I have developed quite another good talent I am sure the both of you will love.”

Billy’s eyes beamed, “Fuck yes we do, I will go and talk to the Master.”

The slave finished cleaning what mess he had made getting the food ready. Then he went into the living room. Master Mullingar had put on some shorts and a tee shirt and was wearing socks. His toned and darkly hairy legs looked good to Thomas, he was a handsome man.

He grinned at their visitor and said, “So, my slave says you have some kind of magical/mystical powers you can demonstrate for us in the shower. He is getting it ready now, I love the water, we have a hot tub and there is a full-sized swimming pool up here as well. What can I say? Being ridiculously wealthy has its privileges which I never get tired of. He was looking down grinning wider, slave Thomas had popped a boner.

“Come slave and let us log some recreational shower time. I want to see your secret magic show, and now I am in the mood to give you a good fucking. Would you like me to do that?”

“Yes, Sir Mullingar, please do, I will love every inch and second of it.”

David Mullingar reached down and adjusted his hardening dick. “So, politely asking for it, I love that, you know.”

“I do now Sir and will make a habit of it while I am here.”

He followed the Master back through the bedroom into a large plush bathroom that looked like something you would see out of, “Better Homes and Gardens.”  Billy had set towels and fresh washcloths, and fresh soap sponges to go with them.

The Master sat down and removed his shoes and began to undress. As he did the senior slave walked over to Thomas and got close. He reached one hand down and held his erect penis out and took his other hand and smacked it roughly. Both slaves held eye contact, and the senior smiled pleasantly, and continued to smack away. He then reached down and gave his balls a solid squeeze, it was not gentle. Out of habit the junior slave had put his hands behind his back and was holding his left wrist with his right hand. He offered no resistance at all and let the senior have his fun. Plus, it felt good to him, so the other slave squeezed and smacked away.

When the Master was ready, he said, “Water please Billy and everyone in so we may view this dark magic of Clifford’s slave. I must admit I am very curious, with how he has performed thus far, if he threw a fireball, it would not surprise me.”

His slave got the water just right, and they all three got into the stall. The junior slave surveyed the materials and there were bottles everywhere.

“Sir Mullingar if you would please show me the shampoo, conditioner and body wash you prefer?”

He pointed out the bottles and got the shampoo first and squeezed a liberal amount into his hands.

“Sir, if you would please wet your hair well and then stand so it hits your back but not your head.”

Daniel Mullingar did, he had such nice hair and got into place.

“Sir, close your eyes and please just relax.”

The junior slave applied the shampoo to his hair and then went to work with his magic fingers. He washed it thoroughly but made the process feel very good to the Master. He slowly and carefully massaged it in and worked his fingers in good mode overtime.

Mullingar went, “Uhm, is there anything you touch that you can’t make feel pleasurable slave?”

“It is my pleasure to do it for you Sir, wait till I wash your body.”

“Billy be sure and take notes on this, as you are going to learn how to do this. Clifford, that big pervert, making his slave bathe him. Who would do such a thing?” Said the man currently going through the process of having it done to him.

Billy had stepped over closer and was watching the process fascinated. He was also using a back scrubber to occasionally whack Thomas in the balls with using one hand. With the other he had two fingers buried as deep as they would go up the junior’s ass working them around. He knew he liked it now, so there was no malice to it, just a thrill to exert the power.

The taller slave rinsed the Master’s hair well and then started the same process with the conditioner. He worked it in well and let it set for a couple of minutes to do its work.

His slave asked, “Does that feel good him doing that in the way he is Master?”

“It is toe curling good slave, and you will get pointers from him on his technique. My slave is good with some things too, like my haircut, he was in school training to be stylist when we met. He is quite good at it and can give you a trim before you depart if you like?”

Slave Thomas looked at Billy and once he had recovered from that last whack to his balls. He smiled warmly at him and said, “You know as I am going to give you the same treatment senior slave.”

The budding sadist had just almost withdrawn his fingers from Thomas’ ass but then shoved them all the way deep again.

He said, “You are not just skilled as all get out you are generally nice as well. I am only inflicting the pain because I know you like it. I am not attempting to cause you damage at all junior slave, Thomas. You are really going to do all that stuff for me?”

The junior slave continued to smile genuinely at him, “Of course I will unless Sir Mullingar has a problem with it.”

The Master said, “Of course not, I want him taken care of as well. He may be a bit bratty and could find a way to burn water. But I have grown fond of him, and he is all mine. At the end of the day, he is also quite obedient, I have grown to be used to him being here, so absolutely make him feel as good as you can.”

The senior slave loved hearing this, his Master was fond of him. It made him feel good and wanted even appreciated.

The junior slave was finished with Sir Mullingar's hair and said, “Now you are up senior slave Billy. If you would be so kind as to thoroughly wet your hair and take the same position your Master did.”

The senior gladly complied, he wanted to experience this. Thomas started the process of the sensual hair washing. To Billy it felt marvelous, he really did have magic fingers.

The junior slave said, “We will get your hair nice and clean and conditioned. Then it will be time for a sensual body wash for the two of you. I love making people feel good every way that I can.”

Slave Billy was currently lost to the pleasure of Thomas working his scalp so gently to generate good feelings. He would never have considered this, but he would learn to do it for his Master. He got a feeling out of exercising physical stimuli on other people, sometimes pain, but within reason. Also generating good feelings within others sexually was just as powerful, sometimes more so. Billy really was a Master that was budding, as this drive of having control of someone else is what was most powerful driving it. Well one of several things but it was a huge part of it.

Master Daniel Mullingar watched Thomas Brody as he worked, and it was an art he was using. Controlling someone and directing them in this direction correctly was an art. By the same token the other side of the coin, being one that enjoyed administering good feeling in others was an art as well.  They mirrored one another; Dominance to Submission, Control to Obedience, Giving It versus Taking It. In this one’s case, Giving Controlled Pain and Enjoying Controlled Pain. There was no disparity on either side, they complimented each other. People assumed punishing someone by say, paddling them, that the one doing it in this world they operated in was a megalomaniacal maniac, yet the person taking the paddling, had submitted to it. They crave and got-off on being controlled just as the other person craved and got-off in controlling them.

Now there were truly situations, abusive ones that disparity existed in. Yet in their group there was not a single slave that did not want to belong to and please their Masters. This even in a watered-down version existed in most bedrooms to a certain degree. Who occasionally did not like to take control? Conversely, who did not like to occasionally surrender control. In the bedrooms of real people every night or wherever, was it hardly an episode of, ‘Ozzie and Harriet,’? There was love but the act of sex was carnal in nature, it did not erase the love. Many times, it strengthened it, this was what many had such a poor understanding of.

Finally, the slave, Thomas was finished with his slave’s hair and the effect was amusing. Billy looked like he had stepped on a landmine of sensation and was temporarily shocked. They were both handsome and each hard as could be, it was a truly sexy thing to watch. Daniel could easily grow accustomed to this as a daily thing.

Slave Billy said, “Fuck! You made that feel so good, please tell me you will show me how?”

The junior slave smiled at him and replied, “Of course I will, it would be my genuine pleasure.”

He then reached outside and retrieved a couple of washcloths and closed the door back.

He came over to the Master and asked, “Which body wash do you use sir there are so many I forgot?”

He reached down and handed a large black plastic bottle with a squeeze dispenser on the top. The slave read the label, oh now this was high quality stuff.  It was one of those that came from, ‘Joe Malone’, in London, it was called, ‘Oud and Bergamot-For Men’. Every time Thomas had encountered a product ordered from them it was high quality. He had a secret theory, that is why there were so many British actors in American made films.  They had harvested some kind of secret pheromone technology and sold it out of, ‘Joe Malone.’

“Sir, Mullingar if you would please wet yourself in the shower, I will take it and just use the hand unit to rinse you. I have been told it feels better that way.”

The slave wet the cloth and dispensed a liberal amount of the body wash onto it and began to lather it up good. Oh, dear, but it did smell divine, he would have to tell his Master about this stuff. It lathered the cloth well and that was just perfect. He took the removable shower head down and offered it to Billy.

“If you would please mind this Sir.”

He took it and the junior slave gently positioned the Master to where he could access his whole body.

He said, “I am usually the one told to do this Sir Mullingar but if you would please spread your legs a little so I can get to all of you with the cloth.”

“Of course, slave,” and he lightly spread his legs.

Thomas went to work and began to work from the top down. “If you will keep your eyes closed so none of the wash gets in them and causes them to burn Sir.”

As the slave went to work carefully and firmly with the washcloth, the Master was suddenly transported to a place where every feeling was good. This was much more like receiving a five-star massage then being bathed in the shower. The slave was deliberate with each touch, and it felt fantastic. It made his skin come to life with sensation and his hard cock was throbbing.

The senior slave watched with fascination, was soon to get to experience the same sensations. He had been with his Master long enough to know the look of sheer pleasure that was currently on his face. This was something he needed to learn and would.

The junior slave had reached the bottom part of his body and before he washed it, got down on one knee to rim him good.

He asked the master, “Would you please reach around and spread your butt cheeks for me Sir? I want to clean it with my tongue first, and Sir Billy while I am if you would spray it with hot water, it feels out of this world.”

The two worked in unison at this task and Daniel Mullingar moaned his approval several times. Oh, that was just the best and leaned back into the junior slave’s mouth with his body. It was fucking wizardry, of a sorts, the sort that this Master relished. 

Once he had rimmed him for several minutes, he soaped his ass and crack up good and sensually washed them with the body spray. He got up and went around and got on is knees and wanted to taste that salty cock before washing it. He leaned it and took it in and worked down to root of it. He held it there enjoying the sensation, taste, and smell. While it was buried deep in his throat, he began to hum a tune. The vibration it caused to his dick would be out of the world.

“Hm, Hm, Hm, Hum, Hum, Hm.”

The Master said, “What a genius technique, that feels good, do that for a couple of minutes. We get clean I am going to grudge fuck you like crazy and make you clean it again.”

Soon, he pulled off, and soaped his cock and balls up good. Just as a little tease he wrapped his hand around the soapy shaft and stroked it for just a minute. He knew it had to feel good and the Master verified this.

“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me. Damn that feels good cocksucker don’t do that long; I want to ram that ass good for you.”

Thomas spent a few minutes and carefully, and for maximum feel good washed his balls slowly and added a bit of pressure for him because he knew he liked it. He then washed his legs slowly and paying close attention to the inside of his toned thighs. He got down on his knees and set each foot on his knee and slowly washed those, one at a time. And this one was ready. His raging boner said he had liked that very much; he rinsed the cloth clean and hung it on a rack.

He took the shower head, that he had got back from Billy and slowly rinsed the Master. He really paid particular attention rinsing him to the crack of his ass, his hard cock, and his balls.

“All done sir, how was that?”

Daniel slowly walked over to the side wall and leaned against it. He said, “Ae we still on the planet earth? Anytime you have suggestions like that do not hesitate to voice them. Fuck that felt good, you naughty bitch, but in this game, we like naughty.”

“Thank you Sir and I assuredly will.” He smiled at the Master pleasantly and saw raw lust on his face.

He hung the showerhead back up and said, “Okay Billy, your turn just get yourself good and wet and I’ll do the rest. I believe you are in good hands Sir. It is a skill I have worked so very hard on and seem to get lots of compliments.”

As Billy was getting himself wet down good.

Sir Mullingar said, “That Master of yours, Clifford, is just a lucy motherfucker all right.”

The slave took the showerhead down, offered it to the Mater, “If you would not mind Sir?”

The Master took it from him and watched the slow and exacting process he now did for his slave as he had for him. This is what he was talking about, this was skill and artistry at its finest. He watched the sexy visitor, wash and make his slave feel so good. The exact same process. It was impressive, and he attributed the heat to the steam from the shower. Oh, he was really going now and had to fuck this slave.

He finally finished and his slave still looked sort of pleasure shocked still. Now it was time to get off, you’re fucking a’ right it was.

“Billy put your back solidly to the back wall of the shower. Slave Thomas is going to bend over and suck you off while I pile drive that ass of his.”

They both got into position and Daniel had gotten a bottle of Puj out, seems that stuff got around. He slicked his rod up with it as the junior slave began sucking his slave’s cock. Letting his slave control the pace with the back of his hand that he had reached around and grabbed the back of Thomas’ hair with. Master Mullingar had been highly aroused by the hair wash and body rub down/wash. He walked in behind the slave and spread his cheeks apart with his hands. Then spit liberally on his hole and got it positioned for entry.

He was not gentle as he pushed hard and soon found it going in. His technique was to get the head in, let it set for a second then drive it all the way in hard. Pull back to the top, wait a short time and rinse and repeat. It felt so good to him and often got a prostate driven orgasm out of whomever he was pounding. If not then he might let him fuck Billy again, his slave seemed to like that.

He drove and drove hard time and again, then finally went all the way deep and shot a huge load. He went a little bit longer and pulled out, staying out of the spray of water. This had heated the junior slave up and he was really going to town on his slave. In a few moments his slave grabbed the cocksucker and pulled him all the way down on him. He moaned a bit as he dumped it down his throat. Finally, they were finished, and his slave looked completely sated.

“Okay, slave Thomas, hop down on you knees and lick me thoroughly clean nice and slowly. When finished, soap my cock up again with the body wash. Once finished, my slave gets some knees time in too and will suck you dry. Once you have finished with us, wash yourself well and join us in the living room I believe you have some food to finish preparing?”

He was done with the Master now and he departed and got a fresh robe out of a big bathroom wardrobe. He put it on as he departed, leaving the two alone.

Billy took Thomas and pushed his back against the back wall, somewhat roughly. He got on his knees and began sucking his cock but took a hand and wrapped it around his ball sack. He was free to squeeze as hard as he wanted so he did. The pleasure and the pain really turned the junior slave on. It took longer this time, but when he sensed Thomas was ready to cum the senior slave went all the way to the base of his nice cock. He emptied spurt after spurt of cum down his throat and the senior liked it. The Junior very much did as well.

Then he made sure to inflict plenty or post orgasmic torture using his spit as lubricant. It was hard not to move but Thomas remained completely still holding his hands behind his back submitting.

When done, Billy got up and exited the shower and said, “Clean yourself now well, be quick about it and join us in the living room. You can get a fresh bathrobe out of that linen closet to wear, nothing else.”

“Yes, Sir Billy.”

When he got back into the living room, the Master was seated on the couch reading and Billy was watching some science fiction show. From the smell the roast needed his attention and he needed to peel the potatoes and bake his pie and yeast rolls.

He said, “Master Mullingar, Senior slave Billy, Sir there are matters in the kitchen that require my attention.”

Daniel Mullingar said, “Go right ahead slave and Billy, you help him.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Yes Master.”

He said as they left, “What you did for us in the shower was awesome slave, thank you.”

“Anytime Sir,” then him and the senior slave headed into the kitchen.

Daniel Mullingar had that one for the night, possibly the next night as well. He was going to work every part of him to make him feel good. He smiled and went back to reading the financial prospectus he was analyzing. Tonight would be fun, in any way he could think of.