A Different Kind of Life

Chapter 7

Time to Shake Things Up

Tuesday morning at 7:21 A.M. Thomas Brody, wearing a set of handcuffs, Clifford had produced from his bedside table. Was on his knees, up and leaning over his Master with his mouthful of his cock sucking like a champ. Clifford’s phone had gone off at seven sharp and he had woken up with morning wood. The big man had awoken on his own at 3:01 A.M. like this as well. His slave had gotten a good quickie throat fucking that time. Great to be the Master who owned a slave for use as needed.

If you were seeing them from the top, the slave’s head would be moving up and down, and the Master was laying there with a look of sheer bliss on his face. The house was quiet, and Thomas was using so much suction, it was making a squishing kind of pulling and gurgling sounds as he bobbed up and down.

The big man put one of his large hands on the back of his slave’s head and pulled him down deeper onto it as he was coming down each time. He took both hands now, put them on each side of Thomas’ head, and used his mouth and throat like a sex toy completely controlling the pace. No reason, to get in too big of a hurry, a nice lazy morning blowjob was just the best. After this he would have gotten two.

“Well, bitch, this is something else I would get used to, I often wake up with a morning stiffy. How convenient it is for me, that I have my very own slave now tied up in the bed next to me for such eventualities. Now lick your way down and spend some time working on my big balls, take your time and make it feel good.”

Clifford watched his slave lick thoroughly down the shaft of his cock towards his ball sack. As he had told him more than once, Thomas Brody was a natural at this. With practice and time, he would only get better and better. He would from hence forth be getting plenty of practice. When he reached the big man’s balls, Clifford took a hand and helped to stuff his mouth full of the whole sack. As he went to work with that energetic tongue of his it was a feeling second to none.

This is what Thomas called a good morning, he had been woken up to have his hands cuffed behind his back. And now had his Master’s balls and sack in his mouth giving them quite the tongue bath. If the big guy wanted it and told him to, he could easily lay here and do this all-damn day. He looked up and made eye contact with Clifford as he licked away and held his gaze. The big man had a pleasant grin on his face and stared right back and used his hands to hold his head in place.

“That’s just right my little cocksucker, lick those balls like mad. Get them good and stimulated so they will produce a tsunami of cum for me to dump in your mouth.”

“Mum-Hm.”

To Thomas, this was wonderful in every way; looking up into his Master’s blue eyes, that handsome face, his toned and sculpted body, and he just could never get enough of how the big man tasted and smelled. He had always heard a saying, ‘A place for a thing and everything in its place.’  Serving and doing anything Clifford Thornton wanted was his place. He continued the assault with his tongue, and to be down here between these legs, with his mouthful of his Master’s balls, he was one of the luckiest men alive.

“Yeah, cocksucker, just like that and work that tongue over them. You have gotten so good at that in a relatively short time, it sends chills up my spine of pleasure. Work for your Master.”

Clifford considered having him get on top of him and ride his cock, but he had the other device yet to try out. That he would enjoy, he would fuck him sometime later today. One department that the big man never ran short in, was his libido. Given a day and full evening he could work a good slave several times, easily. Thomas was not good, he was the best, and would be swallowing or absorbing quite a lot of his cum today. Might even have to work in a facial at some point, plus he needed to be introduced to water sports. Master loved to use his piss to humiliate a slave; drinking it, taking in the face all of it was good. Damn his balls were on fire from feeling so good.

“Good cock sucker, now work your way back up to sucking my cock. I want to see you going all the way down to the root of it, suck it like you want that load.”

“Mumm,” his slave went as he eased off the Master’s ball sack and began licking is way back up that big shaft. To reward him, there was a liberal amount of precum waiting that had come out and ran onto that big dickhead. He used a bit of pressure with his tongue and licked it all clean.

“You like that precum taste bitch? That’s right lick every drop of it clean. Now back on that cock and go all the way down on it. I want to feel you working it with that tight throat.”

Thomas snaked the big cock back into his mouth, and on the first pass went to the root of it. Clifford grabbed the back of his head with both hands and held him in place for a few moments. When you had a cock this large that far down in your throat, no way you could breathe. One learned to grab breaths when they slid up, Master had been right, it was a skill. One he was becoming masterful at. He wanted to get better at this, at all the things his Master liked. It was essentially his job to make him feel as good as he possibly could.

He took his time, sucking this one on out, letting Clifford get plenty of time down in his throat. As he came upward lashing out with his tongue and he continued to learn the location of all the sweet spots on the big man’s massive cock. So, he let his master guide him with the hand on the back of his head, and worked and worked it.

Clifford realized finally what it was that made this slave so good at this. Many people performed oral sex for their spouses, or boyfriends, just whatever and approached it like a chore. A necessary evil, or task they just had to do but not this one. He enjoyed sucking Clifford’s big cock as much as he liked having it sucked. That is why he worked so hard at it, every single solitary time, and was learning so quickly. That thought made him hot and his motor began to run faster.

“Speed up, you cock sucking bitch and keep on with the suction. I am close, when I begin to shoot off in there, look into my eyes.”

Now, the slave was really going at it and the frequency of the salty blasts was increasing. His eyes looked up and locked onto Clifford’s. That expression was pure bliss, and satisfaction with a smidge of smugness.

“Fuck, yes! Here it comes and do not let any get out, swallow every drop. Don’t stop till I tell you that you can, my little cum sucking whore.”

The big cock cut loose with the first spurt and filled the slave’s mouth with the symphony of tastes he had learned to live for. He had to swallow quickly, as his Master ejaculated a large amount of cum when he shot off. So, Thomas had to stay ahead of it, and began working it down his throat. Spurt after spurt of Clifford’s nectar, surged into his mouth.

Clifford watched his slave’s throat as he worked to gulp his cum down, and that was hot and gave him a thrill. Thomas’ eyes were glazing over again, it was almost like the big man’s ejaculate was a narcotic for his slave. There was no doubt about it, this slave loved it when his mouth was shot full of Clifford’s cum, and he was swallowing it down. That was really fucking hot, as in the molten lava category.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, swallow that down and keep working it bitch. I own the best bitch cock sucker in the valley, who does whatever I tell him. Uhm, you love it don’t you cum-guzzler?”

“Mumm-Hmm.”

“When you get it all good and neat for me tell me.” Clifford was gloating, but also recognized just how fortunate he was.

Thomas got it all nice and clean, pulled off it and said, “I love to suck on your huge cock Master. I like the taste of your cum, and that you make me swallow it. I enjoy pleasing you, in any way that I can.”

This was sweet music to the big man’s ears, this one would always obey, he had a real taste for it. Clifford knew there were no limits with this one, no constraints, and that he would always get to have his way with this slave. Agreements like theirs were not legally binding, nevertheless, Thomas Brody was completely his. His toy to play with for as long as he liked and in any way. Damn! He was like finding an extremely rare coin, or a gold vein or something.

It took a moment, but he finally managed, “Little different batting order this morning bitch. We are going to shower first, then you are going to make us some breakfast. Then I still have a present for you, down in the fun room, it is different. So, set us some clothes out, all you need is a robe for now.”

He got the key and took the handcuffs from his slave, who got up and set about sitting him fresh clothes out, then getting the bathroom ready. Clifford left the room to go get his new gear that had been charging all night. About the time the slave had the shower ready, the big man came back in and sat all that stuff on the bed.

They both shaved and then took a shower; Thomas was also learning to make the process of washing him feel spectacular. It was almost like getting a 5 star massage every time they showered. When finished, they towel dried off, and went into the bedroom.

Clifford, put the white shock collar on his slave and locked it into place. Next, he went to one knee and took off his regular chastity cage and put his new Robo-Zap chastity cage back on in its place.  He took his iPad and accessed the app that controlled the cage, set it to level-3 out of 6 and pressed the zap button.

“Oh, fuck! I can assure you Master that thing is working.”

Now, he opened the app that controlled the necklace and set it to level-3 out of six. He pressed the zap button on that one.

“Son of a bi...! That one is absolutely working Master.”

Clifford grinned wickedly, “Now go and get us some breakfast started, be downstairs getting the one you did not get to see set up.”

“Yes Master,” as he put on his robe and fastened it around him and headed for the kitchen. Clifford headed downstairs and would occasionally get the iPad and give his slave an electric zap from one of the devices as he worked.

In the kitchen, Thomas made sausage, scrambled eggs, buttery toast and cut up a bowl of fresh fruits of various kinds. He walked over the entrance of the fun room stairs.

“Breakfast is on Master.”

Then went back to the kitchen and poured his Master a cup of fresh black coffee and laid the food out on the table. He would drink a protein shake with his food. In a few moments Clifford, with his iPad, came in and sat down at his place.

“Umm, looks and smells good bitch, I especially like the fruit bowl.”

“Master, we probably need to do some shopping, supplies are running low.”

Clifford took a sip of the delicious gourmet coffee then, “We will go this afternoon, I need to show you the shopping district anyway. After that we’ll make a weekly grocery list, and it will be your job to grocery shop. There is also a Target where one can pick up cleaning supplies and such. I need to call and arrange to get you some health coverage as well, don’t let me forget.”

Thomas was eating a forkful of eggs and replied, “I will do my best Master, I rarely get sick. I try to stay as healthy as possible.”

“Well, the body is like the upkeep of a car or house, even if that is so it behooves one to get it checked by a qualified professional from time to time. My internal medicine/general practitioner will see you; He is one of the triads of my pervy friends. He is the oldest one of us, he has two slaves in his stable a young man named Arnold and a woman his age named Donna. Obviously, he must be a bisexual; I just prefer fucking guys much more than women. Being in complete control of someone like you, what can I say? Makes me feel powerful and gives me a thrill. At least I am honest about who and what I am, and I live it.”

Thomas said, “I don’t see a problem with that I am the opposite. Being controlled by a big, smart, muscular hunk like you, which just so happens to be hung like a mule. Makes me almost feel elated and secure I love to think I am pleasing you Master.”

“Oh, you surely know what to say what I like to hear and massage my ego. It’s not trickery, you really mean it, every word. Don’t you?”

“Just being honest too Master, I do mean every single word of it. I did not think anyone would ever be able to get me to do what you did yesterday. Yet, I trust you and want you so badly, I’ll do anything. Plus, the icing on the cake is that Winston Churchill is in total agreement with me.”

The big white and gray cat had come into the kitchen and was rubbing up against Clifford’s leg. The big man took a tiny bit of sausage and gave it to him. Winston Churchill was appreciative and meowed at him.

The big man was smiling, “I have always liked animals, seems as if this one has found a sanctuary here as well. That is another tell about your quality, everyone we interacted with yesterday, said they would miss you; you were a good tenant, great customer at the banks and so on. I notice things like that how could one miss them? You are not only a force of nature at sucking dick, obedient, I think you are a good person. Who also just happens to have a very tight ass who will let me tie them up and shove my, as you put it, big pecker in it.”

They both took a moment to laugh at this. They finished the rest of breakfast in relative quiet. They had worked up an appetite as they ate all the food.

“Okay, my little cock sucking slave, I have just a little bit more to set up down in the fun room. Then some phone business to conduct, such as your health insurance. Straighten up in here, the bedroom and the bathroom then come down, only in the robe and socks.”

“Yes, Master.”

Clifford got up and headed back to the entrance of the dungeon, a.k.a. fun room with Winston Churchill in tow. He also had his iPad and the legal tablet that Thomas had put all his information on, would need that to conduct the kind of business he was going to.

Thomas tore into cleaning on the kitchen and in no time, it was sparkling again, dishwasher changed out and running. Then to the bedroom, policed up yesterday’s clothing and Clifford’s PJ’s. Into the magic hamper with them. Next, he made the bed, with the same precision he had been using. Then collected up any clothing or washing implements in the bathroom and put Master’s shaving gear away.

Then off to the washroom with the hamper, changed the dryer out which was now holding whites, and began another load drying. The he started a fresh run of colors to washing. He then went into the cleaning closet and got a broom, mop, and mop bucket. He swept and mopped the kitchen floor spotlessly. Next the bathroom, in the bedroom got the same treatment, shiny and clean.

Emptied the mop bucket outside put that stuff away and got an expensive vacuum cleaner out. He used it on the bedroom and the den where everyone and their brother had come through as they were carrying stuff in. Took a moment to inspect his work, found no faults and headed to the dungeon. As he came down the stairs Clifford had just finished up securing him some new health insurance. He had also changed his car insurance over to his companies, they got a better deal. He was standing next to the dental chair and there was an instrument tray, with a thin blue medical blanket on it.

He saw that his slave had arrived and told him to come to him. He did, and the big man got on one knee and removed the Chastity cage. He took the cover off the tray and several things were on it, one of which was a long, but not too thick rod with a handle. It had a cord coming from the handle’s end.

Clifford had a big 500 ml of something called Puj (Kinetic and Electrophilic) lubricant. He popped the top from it, and liberally covered the rod with it.

“Okay bitch, face the chair, bend down and place your hands Flat on the chair and leave them there till I say otherwise.”

“Yes Master, “Thomas obediently turned and bent down placing his hands flat on the chair.

The big man stepped in behind him, “Hold your breath a second, I promise you all of this is safe. The Puj, is another silicon-based lubricant, that pardon the pun, is more conducive to conducting electricity, and it is also great for movement, like vibrators, massagers, that kind of stuff.”

Thomas felt the rod placed up against his hole and the big man steadily applied pressure and slowly inserted it all the way up into his ass. There was a strap that was built onto the handle as well.

“Stand straight up bitch.”

The slave stood, and Clifford wrapped the strap around so that it would hold the rod up in there. He took a moment to adjust the sizing and then clicked it into place. I have the chair adjusted so that you can sit, and the end of the handle will not touch the chair. Let me help you, it’s confusing to begin with. The big guy pushed him easily into the right position on his back. He had also removed his robe. There were straps coming out of this thing everywhere. It took Clifford little time to have his slave completely tied down firmly. He could not move at all,

Clifford held up a DeWalt Cordless Drill dramatically and ran it for a second, then said, “Is it safe?”

Thomas had seen Goldman’s, “The Marathon Man”, one night when he could not sleep, and it was airing on some kind of spy weekend movie thing on one of the cable channels. He had also read the novel, he enjoyed reading. He had to laugh to spite himself.

 “It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out, that I have inserted a rod up your ass. Our old friends Qiui are back, and that rod is made specifically to vibrate and stimulate your prostate gland.”

He took the end of the cord coming out of the handle and plugged it into a controller that looked like one of those volt meters. Now he added some of the Puj lubricant on his slave’s dick and slowly massaged it in.

“Uhm.” This felt good for a moment to slave Thomas, it did not last long though.

Now Clifford held up two, well, they looked like thick plastic horseshoes.

“These run by Bluetooth from this same controller unit, that I have installed on what I have now donned, the iPad of Fun. These are, simple to say, vibrators and I will be placing them at various places on your cock. What this is going to amount to is hi tech edging. The software that runs it, will be moving the intensity up and down of both the rod up your ass and these. I can manually adjust them of course, let’s just sit here and play a while.”

He grabbed an iPad and pulled a stool over on rollers and sat down.  He reached and grabbed the iPad and turned the controller unit on. Next, he took one of the wireless vibrators and shoved it down on the bottom of his slave’ s cock. Then put the other one up about ¾’s of the way up, the trick here was to keep them clear of the head. His pervy doctor friend had told him the setting, unless he put one around the head of his slave’s penis, he was very unlikely to get off. Yet, it would feel fantastic in the beginning.

On the app that controlled this thing, he set it to its initialization sequence, and it started counting down from 10 and there were instructions on the screen.

“We need to find the right angle for your prostate, you are going to start getting quite the vibration up inside you as we find your sweet spot. Think of it like an eye exam, when it goes, tell me if that is worse or feels better. I will adjust the rod accordingly and the strapping holding it. Understand?”

“Yes Master”.

The first vibration from the rod went and it already felt pretty good. Clifford reached down and moved the angle of the rod a bit. Another vibration hit and that was not as good.

His slave said, “The second vibration was not as good as the first.”

Clifford hit some buttons on the iPad and changed the angle again. This went on for about five minutes, then bingo! The master made sure that he would remember that angle. He clicked a button on the iPad that said, begin sequence- (Let’s make the bitch squirm). Then a big green (START).

To Thomas the world tilted, and three devices began vibrating at the same time. Not as strongly as the test vibrations, but it still felt awesome. Then one would vibrate, another start, that one would stop, every so often the one stimulating the prostate would activate, but the big man had it on way too low of a setting to make him ejaculate. He had to have some fun too, and keeping his slave in total bliss, without letting him go all the way, was fun. They were going to be here for a while and once again he had that sinister smirk on his face. The whole time the slave would be thinking this was going to make him cum and it would feel great. He would just never quite get there, Clifford loved it.

Thomas was under a sheer siege of pleasure, but it would only take him right up to the edge and then stop. Only to start again and again and again. The big guy was looking at his watch, they had already been at it an hour. This was hot and making his dick hard again. Occasionally, he would take one of the horseshoe shaped vibrators loose and hold it to his slave’s balls. The instructions said this caused mega-pleasure.

Time to introduce him to something new, so he got up and loosened his chin strap enough so he could only move his head left or right.

“Open your mouth bitch.”

Thomas complied and the big guy put his semi-erect penis in it.

“Now tighten your lips around it, I am going to squirt some piss in your mouth, swallow it. Or I will stop the machine before it may get you off.”

Clifford did this several times till his bladder was empty, and the slave dutifully swallowed it greedily down. He thought, ‘Hum, this is hot.’ And started getting fully hard. He reached down and held his slaves head in place and began fucking his mouth and throat.

The rod up the slave’s ass vibrated to a preprogrammed sequence. The horseshoes vibrated to the sequence. The big Master had his dick pushed deep down his slave’s throat and was pumping.

“Come on, you know you want a big mouth of cum to go with all of that piss I just made you drink.”

Clifford pumped on and on, without pause till he finally emptied a big load inside Thomas’ mouth, who now much better at swallowing it all down. He watched the slave’s throat work to swallow the thicker cum, oh so fucking hot!

Once he was nice and clean, he put his dick away and retightened the chin strap. He was going to go read for a bit upstairs and leave his slave vibrating away. The thought of leaving him in this state, almost made the big guy hard again. As he walked away and went up the stairs he thought, ‘Part of the price you pay for being the slave. The bill will never be paid, as I never tire of doing things like this to people like you.’  

Thomas had been strapped into that chair for three hours, now on the verge of cutting loose but just never able to quite get there. Clifford finally came back, took the horseshoe vibrators off his slave’s dick, and put his hi-tech zap-cage on him this time. He thought to himself, ‘Sorry bitch, but not going to get off today.’ This was the absolute best, cum denial could be such fun, when you were not the one being denied.

He pulled the vibrator rod out of his ass and made his slave lick it clean. He removed all the strapping, knowing there was no way he was getting to his dick through that thing.

“Go take another shower, you have been sweating up a storm. Get dressed and I will take you and show you the shopping district. When we get back, I might let you get off by fucking you up the ass. Then again, I might just make you blow me again. Then you will have to fix us some dinner. What do you say?”

“Thank you Master for being so good to me.”

He watched him go upstairs and started to really clean his new equipment and put it away. He would be making use of that device a great deal. Damn, he had already gotten off twice today and was hard as the Rock of Gibraltar again. The hornier the slave got he would start to take his frustrations out on pleasing his Master. That was the temperament Thomas Brody had, and he was all his.  

As he worked, he had that evil grin on his face. Who knew what delights the future held?