A Different Kind of Life

Chapter 5

The Decision 

It was not a couple of hours before bedtime on Sunday, and Clifford and Thomas were down in the dungeon. The slave was in a state of deep wanting and was feeling so very good right now. The Master had rolled him most all the way up in shrink wrap, then had laid him on that worktable. He had cut slits, so he had easy access to his slave’s cock and balls then on up his body his nipples. He checked his watch and had been doing this for an hour and seventeen minutes. Before applying the wrapping, he had placed a small box, with a button on it in his right hand. When Thomas pressed it, a big red light on the wall came on.

Clifford Thornton loved doing this kind of stuff and had all the patience in the world. Presently his slave had all kinds of conundrums going on that he had going. Each of his ear lobes had two alligator clamps attached to them. The big man bought the best equipment that he ran across, and he was always searching.

He had placed a nasty piece of work onto the top of the slave’s scrotum. He had a big set of balls too, so had attached a heavy-duty scrotum stretcher there. It was made from stainless steel and had a place on the side of it one could insert a hex wrench into. As that was turned it would either lengthen or shorten. This was painful and put a great deal of pressure on the slave’s balls as it was really stretching them out. Just thinking about it really gave Clifford a thrill. He could make them as tight as he wanted to with the slave wrapped up and powerless.

Thomas’s balls were an angry red, as his Master had kept a steady pace at applying more pressure to them with it. Of course, slowly over time, right now the wrapped-up slave looked so damn good to him. There were also two clamps, one on each nipple, that Clifford was constantly taking loose and reapplying which he was sure was getting sorer each time.

Then there was the main course, all this time, the Master had been using his right hand which was inside a tight-fitting lifting glove. It was top of the line quality which he had been using to edge his slave with.

He had warned him at the beginning; “At the first signs you start to feel as if you are getting anywhere close to getting off, press that button. If you let fly before I give you permission, I am going to take a paddle or cane and whip you like never before. I would not test me on this, it would be unwise.”

For this, he was also using a small amount of cheaper low-quality, water-based lube. It lasted less time and let the glove adhere to the skin well. He had worked and worked his slave’s cock and it showed. His cock and stretched balls were both a bit angry red looking. Clifford really liked that, his slave would be sore all night and tomorrow. He was just causing some irritation not anything that would cause permanent harm.

The red light on the wall came on, and Clifford immediately stopped slowly working his cock. He took a moment and took every clamp loose and moved it a bit and reattached it. He was up on the table above the slave so he leaned over, such that his mouth would be above Thomas’s.

He said, “Incoming.”

Thomas obediently opened his mouth and Clifford let a great deal of his spit run forming a trail down into it. When it was all in, each locked eyes as the slave closed his mouth and swallowed it down. The big man got a thrill out of watching his throat work to swallow it all.

He told his slave, “This is so fucking hot, shortly I am going to finally get all my dick shoved down into that throat of yours. After we both get off, a quick shower and then it is time to talk.”

The slave said, “Uhm... I understand Master.”

Clifford knew this had him between two states; It felt good as he worked his dick but was also getting pain from it as well. He knew his slave probably enjoyed that as well, so hot.

The big man reached down, made the balls just a tiny bit tighter still. Then he took his large, very strong gloved hand and began to massage Thomas’s cock slowly again with it. His large hands were a real asset for this kind of thing, and the strength of them helped as well. He was slow jerking his slave’s cock and using quite a bit of pressure. He was stroking it all the way down to the base then all the way back up to the head. No need to be in a hurry when he was enjoying this so much. He could be using a heavier amount of lube, but nah.

He smiled at his helpless slave, “One of the great things about this, is that it will help you learn control. This is a skill on your end as well, one you will get better at. You will start to be able to hold longer before you shoot. Then I can bring you down here and do this to you for hours. While I listen to some pleasant music or the like. Believe me, this is something I will do frequently and enjoy every second of it. Thoughts?”

The slave was honest, “I want to come so badly right now, but I know you will make good on whipping my ass severely. It feels other-worldly, but my balls are aching, and my dick is getting so sore. I can see, from the look of pleasure on your face, over time I will be down here for many hours as you do this to me.”

Master got the evil grin on his face, “Just wait till I do, get you all irritated and drip some fresh lemon juice on this rod of yours. While you are all wrapped up with no place to go. You will beg me to stop, which I will, just as soon as I am ready to. Not one second before, no matter how much you plead.”

Clifford worked it for several minutes this way till the light came back on, and immediately stopped. Now, he removed the remainder of his clothing, and grabbed the bottle of lube. He took a small amount of it and lubricated the top of his raging hardon with it. It was nontoxic and safe to use this way. Doing this, he had stayed hard the whole time, when he got off, he would shoot a gallon of cum. He got in position just above Thomas so his dick would have the best angle. This will have been the fourth time he had throat fucked this slave over the weekend. He was mostly sure his slave’s throat and gag reflex would be broken in when he was finished this time.

If not, he would patiently keep working on it until it was. He had all the control here with all the time to do it. Using this hot slave to get him off over and over. Damn it was great being the Master and in charge.

He placed the tip of the big head of his cock at the slave’s lips.

“Open up and concentrate on relaxing your throat this time. I know it is sore, that just makes it all the hotter for me.”

It made it hotter for his slave as well, he really liked being controlled in this fashion. Being used this way, for his Master’s benefit. This was the kind of stuff from his most powerful wet dreams, except now it was very real. Being Clifford’s slave was awesome, he knew just how to treat Thomas.

This slave never failed to disappoint and opened his mouth very wide and stuck his tongue out to welcome him. Clifford slid it in and started the process of getting it worked down into that throat. They were lying in opposite directions again with the big man on top. He got a good view of his slave’s angry red dick and balls, which were under quite a bit of pressure now.

He thought, ‘Just wait till the day comes, I work you like this for hours. Then apply an ice pack to your balls to make it shrink back down. Then put you back in your cage, not allowing you to cum.’ That thought put a gleam in his eyes because he loved doing that.

In-out-in-out-deeper-deeper, finally Clifford’s pubic region met Thomas’s mouth, which he had open. He put a little more pressure on with his hips and would hold it down there for a couple of minutes. The tissue would stretch to be a perfect, tight fit for the Master’s big cock. Just having it down in there, felt good, this one had been easy to break in because he was motivated. This one really enjoyed and wanted it, best slave material ever.

Now the big man began to throat fuck him in earnest, he was not too rough as he knew it had to be sore by now. Inflicting controlled pain was one thing, being cruel was quite another. Now that he was able to go all the way deep, it felt so damn good.

“Oh, yeah bitch, best cocksucker I have broken yet. I know your throat and ass are both probably extremely sore. Maybe tomorrow when I get horny, I will just make you hold the head of my dick in your mouth, lube me up and jack me off till I feel that mouth full. Most likely I will be fucking you as usual, because that just makes it hotter to me.”

It was very tight, down in the recesses of the slave’s throat, feeling fantastic. That coupled with the fact he had had been having an hour and a half long edging session, which was extremely hot too. The big guy needed release and it would not take long. He just steadily fucked his mouth and throat.

“That is one of the best feelings in life which was hard to match. You are going to get one gigantic load shot in that mouth.”

“Mum.”

It took a bit but finally Clifford started to feel the burn. When he was ready, he pulled out of the throat and up into the mouth. He really liked filling his slave’s mouth full, wanted him to taste it.

“Too fucking right, swallow that, every drop!”

Master was blasting his slave’s mouth full of cum and with each spasm, it rocked his body. Soon, he was milked dry, and took a hand and squeezed the shaft of his cock well to make sure it all got in there. Once done, he pumped for another minute or so till his head started to become sensitive. Then he pulled up and out, this was what it was all about.

When he finished, he got back beside Thomas so he could easily access the slave’s cock and balls. Before starting, he readjusted all the clamps again, then took the ball stretcher off. He had a medium sized, sealed plastic case that he flicked open. He had learned over the weekend just the right sizes to use, He took out a stretchable plastic band, slid it over his slave’s dick then down around his balls. It was a very snug fit, which was exactly what he wanted.

He took two smaller stretchy plastic rings out and slid them to the base of Thomas’s cock, one over the other. It would not block the urethra but constrict it and make it harder for him to cum and cause a burning sensation. Once it was all in place, he added a small amount of the water-based lube to his dick and wrapped his big, gloved hand around it. He was not edging him now and began to jerk him off proper.

“Oh, yeah, Master. That feels good, please don’t stop doing that.”

He had been edged so long, and denied most of the weekend, it did not take long. His slave expected, his cum to jet out the end of his dick as it usually did. What he got with the bands on his cock was that it slowly oozed out, and as his body worked to pump it, there was a burning sensation. It still felt great, it was just different.

“Oh yes, thank you Master,” he said as cum continued to ooze from the head of his dick.

Clifford could not resist, he bent down and got a good lick of it, it was his property as well. He took his index and middle fingers and scooped up a liberal amount. Then he moved his hand to the top part of the dick, which would now be rather sensitive. He began to quickly work it up and down with plenty of pressure on his grip. His slave could not help but try to move but he was going nowhere. He kept this up for several minutes and knew how intense it was.

“Open your mouth bitch.”

The slave complied and his Master shoved both fingers covered in his own cum in it.

“Close and lick those spotless.”

Thomas obeyed and licked them all clean for his Master. Once he was finished, the big man took a towel and cleaned off all the rest. He then got a big pair of scissors and very carefully liberated his slave from, the plastic shrink wrapping.

“Clean up down here, I will be waiting in the bedroom, then we will shower. Then we will talk over those leftover deli style sandwiches and potato salad you made earlier. It was all quite good, your skills abound.”

“Yes, thank you Master.”

Clifford hopped down off the worktable and put on one of his freshly laundered white robes and headed upstairs. Thomas put the plastic in the large trash bin over in the corner. Then he removed the clips from himself, and cleaned them well, along with the ball stretcher. That had its own case so he placed it in there. He then cleaned the stretchable plastic rings, from his balls and cock, then put them back in their case. He put those back up as well, and all as it was before they started.

He donned his white robe as well, got the dirty towels, and carried the and the bottle of silicone lubricant they had used earlier in the day upstairs. The towels went into the laundry room, where he started another run of clothing and took a few minutes to iron and fold the ones he had changed out of the dryer. He placed all that stuff on hangers and took the clean clothes and the bottle of lube and entered the bedroom.

Master was reading a magazine, and damn he looked good to Thomas. The slave neatly stacked the cleaned clothes on the hangers, onto the bed and put the lube in its correct place, Master’s bedside table to use if he woke up in the night horny. He then went back into the bedroom, got the hangered clothing, and entered the walk-in closet. He carefully, put them where they went. He had a chance earlier today to straighten the closet up a bit, it had needed it. Now it was pristine looking with nothing out of place.

He went back into the bedroom, disrobed, and waited patiently. He did not want to disturb the Master’s reading. Clifford finished the article and got up and threw his robe on the bed. He walked up to, Thomas, took and put a big hand on the back of his head and leaned down and kissed him deeply. This was also a skill he was improving in greatly. This went on for a few minutes and finally he backed away.

“Set us some towels and washrags out and get the shower started. I will see to our pajamas, as you do that. All you need is the robe as you will always be naked and tethered through the night.”

“Yes, Master.” Thomas went into the bathroom to get everything ready. The two showered slowly as Clifford enjoyed being slowly cleaned, it felt good. So, did the hot water in the shower, and in just a little time, his slave had the house looking and organized better than it had. He thought he was good at that, but Thomas Brody, just had that magic touch about that kind of stuff. For that fact all kinds of stuff.

Once showered Clifford let the slave towel dry him, then himself. Then put his pajamas on, with the robe over the top. Thomas just put his robe on, they were now both clean and smelled fantastic. The big guy reached down and smacked his slave’s cage around to make sure it was good and snug. Everything was in order, and Master spent a couple of minutes smacking the cage back and forth. He knew his cock inside it would be sore but would heal quickly.

“Okay, bitch, make us a couple of plates of food, get us a couple of Fosters and we shall eat and talk in the living room.”

“Yes, Master.” Thomas set off to get that ready and noticed his soreness. His ass, both his hole and cheeks were sore, his throat was a bit sore, and his cock and balls were sore. He grinned to himself, he loved it, Clifford had the magic touch at that.

A few minutes later, Clifford was at his usual spot in the middle of the leather couch. His slave came in carrying a tray with two plates, full of big smoked turkey sandwiches, fresh potato salad, and two pieces of an apple pie that Thomas had made earlier. He set the tray down on the table in front of the couch. He put two coasters down and took the Fosters out of the pockets of his bathrobe and took his place next to his Master.

Clifford began talking before he began eating. “Well slave, as far as how you have performed, you could not have been any better. I would be brain damaged not to subjugate and own you. I know I said, it was a one-way deal, but just in case you have any reservations. If for some reason you do, you may leave in the morning, no hard feelings. Though I believe that would be a terrible shame, there are so many areas that the two of us may explore.”

Thomas looked at him and said, “No reservations at all, but several things will have to be attended to. I am currently working on a degree in chemical engineering, but we are out for summer break. I have a job at a place that smelts hard drives. I don’t have many, but two friends that are important to me. Grams is gone and I don’t talk to any of the rest of my family. I have an apartment with four months remaining on the lease, and my stuff.”

As he had been listening, the big man had torn into the deli style sandwich and got a forkful of potato salad. Chewed that up and swallowed it, this slave could fucking cook in several ways.

“Some of this may sound harsh, but I must have complete control of you. I will call that company tomorrow, ‘Two Dudes and a Truck,’ to relocate most of your stuff. We will rent a U-Haul and get the most sensitive things ourselves. I will pay off the remainder of your lease, the job will have to go. Serving me and this house is your job now. You will take the next semester off from school, and then return the following one. I will allow you some time every day to speak with your friends by phone. They will also be perfectly welcome here at any time. Sound good so far?”

“Yes Master, this is just a big step in such a short time. When I weigh all the varying factors, the conclusion I come to is now that I have it would be hard to live without serving you. You accept me for what I am and even enjoy it. I think my world would be better with you being part of it, Clifford Thornton.”

“I will also require you to sign over any bank or credit union accounts to me. I assure you that your money will be safe, I just want the control. You will be provided a credit card, so that I may monitor your purchases. If you need something, say a new computer or such, just ask and I will buy it for you. I will give you a short time each day, to drive out, we all need to decompress sometimes. You will do all the shopping, cooking, cleaning, laundry. I will take you the first time and show you the shopping district. Are you ready to run yet?”

Thomas smiled, “I understand who is in charge here, I have no problems trusting you. Oh shit, Winston Churchill, my friend has him now, but I have a cat. He is pretty and friendly; he is not a messy animal.”

“Well bitch, cats are fine, and he sounds inspirational. ‘We will fight them in the air, we will fight them on the seas…etc... etc.”

They both busted out laughing trying to imagine a cat giving that speech. Clifford was looking into his slave’s nice blue eyes. He was willing to give the big man complete control and trust him. It was flattering and let him know that Thomas Brody wanted him. He wanted to be here with Clifford, walk away from everything so he could serve him. It was awesome in a kind of way, and his slave would be taken good care of here.

“The only other thing bitch, the unfairness I talked about, that still applies. If I get a wild hair and want to fuck another guy, or some girl, I can. Probably even have you participate. Of your own accord, mine is the only dick you will touch, unless I tell you to service someone. If I do, I expect you to make me proud and work as hard for them as you do me. You live with that, do you think?”

His slave said, “I can live with anything if it means I get to continue to serve you. You do not worry about disease Master?”

“The only people that will ever be in our bedroom will do as you and I did and have a recent HIV test that says negative. Otherwise, the chances of them touching either one of us intimately will also be negative. You will always obey, whatever direction I push you in, and never talk back or argue. I wear the pants in this house, and as they say down here, if you were a woman; You would be here barefoot and pregnant. Great thing is, no matter how many loads I dump inside you, that will never happen. So, we agree on all points and rules?”

His slave said, “Yeah, guess I am officially your property now, and it is strangely liberating.”

Clifford and Thomas finished their sandwiches and potato salad and had started on the apple pie.

Master said, “Well then, I will take the week off from work and we shall begin the process of getting you resettled here. Oh, here by the way, just please don’t be one those people that is addicted to texting.”

He handed Thomas his iPhone back and laid his car keys on the table.

“To be honest, I don’t really like cellphones Master. They certainly have not improved the condition of the world.”

“On that bitch, we are in total agreement. Few other rules, once we get you settled in, while I am at work, you will be at work here cooking and cleaning. In the beginning I will be limiting your computer access and may listen in on your calls. Another chore of yours is that you will spend at least an hour a day watching hardcore BDSM stuff online, off places like Smuthub.com or the like. I expect you to be part of the creative process of coming up with new and interesting things and kinks for me to dominate you with. I am sure you have things you have fantasized about and not told me yet.”

“I do, and I will be an active participant, Master.”

Clifford leaned over, but his hand on his chin and gave him a long tongue watering kiss. Then leaned back from him a little.

“Incoming bitch.”

Thomas opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out. The bigger man took a few seconds to spit his mouth full.

As he watched the slave working to swallow all of that down, said; “I always wondered if someone like you would come along, turns out you were there the whole time. You are now truly mine, my sole possession, for me to play with and use anyway that I like.”

They both finished their food and Thomas put the plates and empty cans on the tray. He got up to go and get that sorted and began walking across the room.

“When you finish, meet me in the bedroom bitch.”

“Yes, Master.”

After putting the cans in the garbage, he put the plates in the dishwasher and started it cycling. Then he went through the living room and joined his Master at the sink to brush his teeth and floss, with a gargle of mouthwash. The big guy finished first and was undressed sitting on the bed. He had pulled the top of the covers down, so they could get in.

Clifford grinned, “Same routine every night bitch, lose all the clothing but the socks. Then I’ll get you all nice and tethered in, snug in bed. That sleeping arrangement will never change. Just like the chastity cage, being tied to the bed every night will be a constant reminder to you of your place. If you need to use the bathroom, just say something I wake easily. Or maybe tell you to shut it, drift back to sleep and make you hold it till morning.”

Thomas crawled into his place naked, and his big Master quickly, and effectively secured him to the bed, no getting loose from that. Time for lights out, there was a great deal to do tomorrow.

Thomas knew most people would think they were odd, but he liked it. Let the big man completely control him, it was what he had always dreamed of. Apparently, what they had both dreamed of, now it was here.

Clifford turned off the bedside lamp plunging the room into darkness.

“Goodnight my little cock sucking whore, who also likes to take it up the ass.” He reached over and put his arm across Thom’s’ chest and hugged him close. Because one is a Dominant Master, does not exclude them form some cuddles.

“Goodnight Master.

Soon, they both drifted off to sleep, with Clifford hugging his new property closely. Just as it should be and to the two of them all was well with the world.