A Different Kind of Life

Chapter 20

(Back Home) 

Thomas’ Master, Clifford, had finally gotten back, it had been three days and that seemed like an eternity to his slave. Him and Dave Mullingar’s slave, Tommy, had been allowed to be in the kitchen as the two Master’s shared a beer and discussed the terms of what exactly Master Mullingar had in mind. They had agreed easily enough the two could be friends and have the occasional stayover at each place from time to time. They could talk by phone or communicate via computer. Now it was time for Master Mullingar to make his pitch.

Daniel Mullingar was filthy rich, as in the billionaire class, who owned one of the most successful investment firms in the city. He was a savvy businessman that seemed at times to generate money out of thin air. He knew Clifford would not want to let this one go easily now, but he would try that first.

Master Mullingar said, “I am straightforward in my business dealings you know that, Clifford. I have made your family, and yourself personally an oil tanker of money. I like this one, flat out give him to me and I will pay you say, one million dollars.” He sat back and looked at the big man thinking about that, in that time his investments, dividends, properties, and interest had earned that much.

Clifford thought, ‘Damn Thomas Brody had really made an impression for that kind of jack.’ Master Thornton however was extremely wealthy himself, to the tune of several hundred million dollars so it kind of bounced off him. He was shocked, an 18-year-old slave he owned was that valuable to this man. It was kind of flattering really, as it was to his slave who just stood there with his mouth open.

“I am afraid Daniel that I will have to turn that one down, he still has that new car smell I like. He is the best slave I have ever run across before so I just cannot part with him now.”

Daniel Mullingar said, “I can understand, I would never consider selling my slave either now. He has that new car smell too and just look at them both. Damn genetics can scramble up some good eggs now and again. Then two more offers for you, and though your slave says he will gladly do it for free, I will make one worth your while. Both really considering it is an investment that may never pay dividends. I have a strong aversion to that you know.”

Master Clifford said, “So what else you are throwing my way, can’t trust you tricky fucking investment people. The better you are at it, the less you can be trusted, and I will admit you are the best.”

Master Mullingar paused a second then said, “Take the million as a retainer for his ass, should you tire of him or decide to let him go. I cut you a check for a cool million, if you decide to turn your attentions elsewhere, I am who he goes to? Come on man, that is hard to beat, you know it.”

Clifford was looking serious now and said, “That one I can live with, he obviously likes you and your slave. You could provide for him like few others, I can agree to that. What if I decide to keep him?”

“Then you have just easily added some more zeros to your bank account just by owning a hot piece of ass I am lusting to own.”

Clifford Thornton said, “That is a deal, I can accept that one. What’s the third thing you have on your mind?

Master Mullingar was leaning back relaxed now. “As Thomas and Billy are getting along so well and want to be friends. This one slides right in there and allows that friendship to grow. Your slave has a skillset unlike I have ever seen before it is almost preternatural. There is not enough to purchase Billy from me, I am too fond of him, but he lacks many skills which your slave is practically drowning in. You will be returning to work at your office, I must go to mine. So, early in the day I want my slave to drive out to your house so that Thomas can train him during the daytime. Monday through Friday. I know the rules about sex with your slave in your house. I would want exceptions in this case for them while my slave is there. I want him to learn every succulent tid-bit Slave Thomas can teach him. I want him to train him for a year, I will pay you an extra $250,000 for the year,

Damn his slave had made quite the impression during his visit. “I can waive the no sex between slaves for them One can only learn by doing, but on the same token your slave will be subject to my house rules and my trainee when we will inevitably encounter each other. I demand complete obedience, or he will be punished.”

Master Mullingar looked at his handsome slave, “You live with that Billy? This one’s slave can give you a good skillset if you work hard and learn and let him teach you slave. There is also the fact I think this Master’s style of discipline could benefit you as well. So, we agree then?”

The big ma looked smug then looked proudly at his slave, He and Daniel swore the group protocol oaths of sealing a deal.

Daniel said, “Let me grab a MacBook Pro to transfer the $1,250,00 to one of Clifford’s accounts. He returned, booted the machine, and waited a minute. He logged in and established a secure connection, which was highly encrypted. He turned the computer towards big Clifford.

“Point to the account you want it transferred into big guy. He did, so Daniel turned it back to him to transfer the funds, this did not take long and was instantaneous. A second later Clifford got a text from one of his banks holding a significant money market account, showing he was now $1,250,00 wealthier. Thomas walked over and hugged Billy. Then he dropped to one knee in front of Master Mullingar.

Thank you, Sir, for taking such good care of me and having me in your beautiful home. I hope I served you adequately and look forward to doing so again.”

Master Mullingar replied, “I will be looking forward to you doing that also.”

Master Clifford grabbed his slaves’ big bag up and said, “Let’s hit the road bitch.”

On the elevator ride down, Clifford got a smile on his face and grinned down at his slave.

“I once told you in jest that you were the $500 piece of ass. Seems I was off on my evaluation, more like the $1,250,000 piece of ass. The average person in this country earns $1,750,000 in their lifetime. I just covered nearly that with you, because you suck cock so well, have a tight ass, are flexible and don’t know what the word, ‘No,’ means to someone else in the bedroom, are so fucking cute, and obey like no other. As your skills grow, so will your value, and you freely gave all of yourself to me. I own you, what do you think about that?”

He stepped closer to his master and put his right hand solidly on his big package, “If I had it to do over, I would not change a thing. People turned like me need to be owned by those such as you. Master Mullingar is great and if that day comes, I will serve him just as eagerly, but all things being equal. My place is with you, or underneath you, or riding you, I believe that makes the point Master.”

As the elevator was about to open on the first floor, the big man was responding in several ways in his body and had a huge grin on his face. He put on a pair of mirrored sunglasses and just before the doors slid open spoke.

“Now hands to yourself you little pervert, assaulting an innocent man’s cock and balls in an elevator. You are living proof this country is in decline, you horny little cocksucker.”

His slave pulled his hand away just in time and the doors opened to the busy lobby of the building. His big Master grabbed his bag up and headed out to the circular drive in the front, outside the door. Once there, the first valet they encountered, his master gave a chit to so that the Mercedes would be brough to them. It was not long at all, and he used a spare key fob to pop the trunk. He placed the bag inside nice and tidy and his slave got in the passenger side.

He climbed into the driver’s seat and pulled over to the side in a pull off designated spot on the side. The windows were heavily tinted, so they had privacy.

He told his slave, “Remove your seatbelt, turn you back towards me so I can cuff you. It is making me nervous, you seem like the dangerous type of cocksucker, bitch. With Dave Mullingar offering that kind of money for you, and even paying a retainer. You might just surprise attack me and then proceed to blow me to death. I would be trying to reach to open the door, but overpowered by the suction as you slowly sucked the life out of me, by smoking my huge pole.”

His big Master, slowly put a pair on handcuffs on him behind his back, he made them nice and snug. Then he carefully undid his fly and zipped his pants down. Then slid the underwear to the correct place. To his slave, standing erect was what he was conditioned, and possibly addicted to. His master smiled and connected his iPhone to the very nice car stereo system. He had this one ready, as it began to play the group Aerosmith song, ‘Big Ten Inch.’

His hunky slave began to laugh a bit, but also had that beautiful look of subservience edging into his eyes. He said, “Oh very subtle Master and you just don’t know how good you big ten incher looks to me.”

“As I am driving us out of this mess, why don’t you slide over here, get down there and show me bitch.” It was not a request, and his slaves mouth had started watering. He slid over and got into just the right position. Oh, that fucking smell, he had missed that so much. The Master had come through the airport, so had done quite a bit of walking and as a result had perspired some. He had his strong musky odor about him, his slave slid in and began to deliver long, powerful licks to the glans and shaft. There was the salty taste he was used to, wasn’t caged and was solidly hard.

His big Master pulled the powerful car out into traffic as he got warmed up working him nice and slowly.

“Now that is more like it bitch, it is my sure fired cure to road rage. I have been looking so forward to this, I dreamed about it last night. Yeah, lick those big balls down good, every inch of them. Yes! Just like that my little cocksucker whore. Your mouth was made to service my big cock and balls.”

They drove now, one driving and the other beginning to snake his Master’s huge cock into his mouth. The slave was slow and used his tongue deliberately and with great effect. His slave had his body kind of angled sideways, so the Master could see his bulging cock inside his shorts. As soon as they got home time for the veil of chastity to descend again but now, he reached a hand over and massaged it roughly. Clifford new it would cause the slave to release lots of precum inside his shorts and underwear. He liked that and massaged away as his bitch bottomed out on his cock for the first time in several days.

They had finally made it to the freeway, and it was not too jammed at this time. Clifford sped onto it and set sails for his country home. They would both need a shower when they got back. One of the slave’s magic rundowns with those fingers of mystery would hit the spot and he yearned for a good home cooked meal.

There was a sound activated sound system in the car that would dial the phone hands free for him, called Vox. To think, that was his version of a hands free, quite different to the expert cocksucker now working him. He reached a hand down onto the back of his head, as it gave him control, and he could push him all the way down on each pass.

He decided to let his trainee know he was back in town. “Vox call Henry.”

This one was not buggy like many of the others were, and through sampling his slave’s voice could be emulated by it. What sounded like Thomas said, “Calling Henry, your Eminence of all space and time, as well as me.” Clifford smiled he still got a kick out of that, as it was a nice feature to have fun with.

Inside the car the music volume reduced, and a ringing sound began to be heard. On the third ring, his trainee answered the phone at his home.

“Hello Sir, did you have a good flight in?”

“It wasn’t too bad Trainee Henry, we just left the city, should be there in about 20-30 minutes.”

His slave was making his usual symphony of sucking noises and was making his Master feel so good. The sound system on this car was top notch so the Trainee could hear it.

“I know what that sound is Sir, he must have been in withdrawal craving one of your big loads. Have to say, looking forward to continuing my training on him, as he is quite good at that. Do you want me to start dinner Sir?”

“No, we will be there soon and that is the cocksucker, who is about to get his reward task, you are hearing work me so well to do. I will get him properly locked back into his cage upon arrival and we will kick up and have a beer as he works. Mastering 1020, unless it is a task you enjoy doing, keep your slave extremely busy.”

“I understand Sir, I look forward to your arrival, and that hot mouth and tight ass of his.”

“Be there in a few Trainee bitch.” He waited then said, “Vox disconnect call.”

It responded in his slave’s voice, “I worship every cell in your body Master, call disconnected.”

Even with his slave working him slow, he had looked so forward to this he was heating up. He started pushing his head down all the way on his monstrosity of a cock more quickly, and that tight throat grabbed it every time encouraging him. He was burning and relaxed his hand so the slave could get a good mouthful of his cum. It exploded out of him and felt so fucking good.

“Yes, I have thought about doing that for the past three days. Lovingly swallow every drop of that. Fuck yes! Then keep working it till I tell you to stop bitch.”

His personal cocksucker was swallowing it down for all his worth, well maybe not now. A million fucking dollars! This was a valuable piece of meat working so hard to get all that saved up cum he had accumulated. He had a look of sheer pleasure on his face when it passed smugness crept in. He reached down and squeezed his big shaft from bottom to top milking every drop into that hot mouth. He looked at his slave’s bulging crotch and there was a spreading wet spot of precum that had soaked through. The look of smugness deepened considerably.

“Okay my cunt mouth, tuck me away good and back over to your seat, I had missed that. Or sorry the handcuffs, you can’t, just let it ride free and I will do it when we get home.”

His slave slid back over, and the big man reached across and reengaged his seatbelt. Then he pointed to the wet spot showing on the slave’s clothes at his crotch.

“You dirty, dirty bitch, look at what a mess you made. I may just have to paddle that ass for that. It is so nice to have you back, where you belong.”

Clifford fooled around with the iPhone again and, Carly Simon’s, ‘You belong to me,’ began playing. He looked at his slave and smiled innocently, the center of good moral decency.

Thomas sad, “Always so clever aren’t you Master?”

“That’s right I am, because I say so and you have to obey me.”

They were soon pulling into the driveway and Clifford backed into the garage. He took a second to sort himself, then got out and went around and helped his handcuffed slave out. Then he got his bag out of the trunk and returned to familiar territory.  Henry was sitting and working at a desktop, programming and turned and smiled at them both.

“I have missed the two of you, my best friend who I am getting to train on to be a Master, am my Trainer. Welcome home bitch and Sir his eyes moved to the precum stain on the outside of his friend’s shorts. He smiled, must have been an eventful drive. The big man took the bag into the bedroom and laid it on the bed. Then he retrieved the fully charged Zap-cage from its’ base.

“Slave and Trainee, join me in the master bathroom in here bitches.”

They all three went into the bathroom, and the big Master got on one knee in front of his slave after retrieving a couple of wet wipes. He unzipped him and pulled his shorts and bikini underwear down. He took a wet wipe and thoroughly cleaned is cock and balls nice and clean. He grinned and took the second wet wipe and used this one to edge him a bit with. Once satisfied he wrapped a strong hand around his balls and squeezed non too gently. In a moment his hardon went down and he got him thoroughly locked in his cage.

“Now, go and make us a good dinner, and wear the precum soaked underwear and shorts. Nothing like a bit of humiliation, as you work.”

He spun his smaller slave around and removed his handcuffs, his wrists were a little sore they had been on so tightly.

“First, bring me and the trainee a fresh beer to the living room and a pair of frosted mugs. Make something good as I am hungry, hit it.”

“Yes Master,” and his caged slave headed towards the kitchen.

His Trainee said, “It really is good to see you Sir, and my friend the Grade-A piece of ass.”

Clifford could see he was sporting a huge boner in his shorts and smiled at him. He reached down and lightly fondled it from outside his shorts.

“Once he gets dinner started, we will let him deal with that, you haven’t jacked off as I instructed.”

“No, Sir, I understand the rules very well, and do not want to endanger my further training.”

“Good, Trainee-Bitch, now let’s go and enjoy a nice cold one.

Slave Thomas took the two their beers and poured them into the frosted mugs for them. Then he got started cooking and would make something nice. Tonight, it would be fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and he would cut some yellow squash thinly, bread it and bake that. There would be his Master’s favorite, Breyers Vanilla Bean ice cream for dessert. He would also make some fresh buttermilk cornbread muffins, as these two were the cornbread eating types.

It took a while to get started, then his friend and Master’s Trainee came into the kitchen carrying a bottle of lube. He looked ravenously carnal and was filled with lust now.

“You got time for a good fucking as you cook?”

“I will always make time for cock, as I cook, I just have to be close to the stove and able to reach it.”

Sir Henry said, “Lean over the kitchen counter next to the stove. Drop the pants and underwear, I will leave your hands free for the stove, but do not interfere with what I do to you.”

“Yes Sir, and I never will do that use me as you like.”

Watching Thomas, lower his shorts and underwear and leaning over that counter lifting that hot ass, uhm. He pulled his shorts and underwear down too and used the ‘Gun Oil Lube,’ to lubricate himself well. In little time he was balls deep in his friend and taking no prisoners. He wanted to shoot his cum all up inside that ass, so he was going to.

“Oh, Sir, that feels fucking fantastic, you can ram me as hard as you like.”

“I know, slave, and good friend Thomas. Oh, how I have missed this tight hole of yours. You like me hammering you like this don’t you bitch?”

“I most certainly do, Sir. Use my tight ass to make you feel good. I love that Master chose you to train and me to do it on. Secret information, I had a crush on your for years, I just didn’t know what to do about it.”

“What you are doing right now and giving me free run of your fabulous body when I like, is what you do about it. Take that, just as you are, let me do what I want to you.”

“Please forgive the play on words Sir, but right now in your state that is a hard ask. Yet so easy to comply with because you feel so good up inside me.”

As Henry continued to pound away, his friend reached a hand up and turned the frying chicken. Then he reached the same hand around, put it up inside his shirt, found a nipple and pleasantly squeezed it. The Trainee went even harder and faster, that felt good. Soon he was emptying his balls deep inside his practice slave.

“Fucking take it bitch, all of it as your Master says it’s what you were made for, and you absolutely love it. I know you do bitch!”

“I was made for it and you shooting your load into me, I do love it.”

A bit later, Clifford and Henry were seated at the table eating the delicious food. The slave had a plate full of food on the floor and was at his Master’s feet.

“Damn bitch, that squash made that way is good, it’s all good. Fuck if you can’t cook and that’s a fact, one that I enjoy immensely.”

Henry agreed, “It is good bitch, he’s always been a good cook. That Grams of his made food like you would not believe. That smart ass on TV, Gordon Ramsay, she would have gone into the kitchen and Kung Fu chopped him through the wall.”

They all had a laugh on that one, just imagining it.

Once finished Master told him he could wait till tomorrow to start on the kitchen. He was tired and wanted his nightly rubdown in the shower. He then told him to serve them another beer in the living room and to go and get his stuff put away.

When he was done the three had their shower, and slave Thomas washed/massaged them both thoroughly.  When they went to bed there was a change, Henry had done it at his Master’s instruction. His tethering had been moved to the center of the big bed. This would put the Master back in his spot and placed the slave between him and the Trainee. Either had easy access to him if they woke up in the night needing attention.

They all got comfortable, the Master with an arm draped over his tummy. The Trainee with one over his chest. It was good to be home, snugly tethered into his place. Tomorrow was a whole new day, and the first day he would begin instructing Billy. He was sure that would be exciting, and he would enjoy having him here as well.