A Different Kind of Life

Chapter 8

(Powerful Fun)

On Wednesday morning at 7:28 A. M. the world was a busy place; On the highways and interstates droves of cars carried people to work, looking at it from far enough away, one might think of an ant farm. Restaurants were filled with people drinking coffee and having breakfast. Some daytime operating businesses already had an open sign hanging in the door. Planes flew overhead continuously; factories were in operation. At Clifford Thornton’s house, out in the country, wrapped in seclusion, activity was happening as well.

Him and his slave, Thomas Brody, had woken at precisely 7:00 A. M. when Clifford’s alarm on his phone, which he had set to play The Scorpions, “There’s No one Like You,” had gone off. They had exchanged morning pleasantries as the Master, released his slave from being secured to the bed. Then retrieved a pair of ankle cuffs, and handcuffs from the nightstand drawer and had then restrained him again with those. The ankle cuffs were snug, as where his wrists, which Clifford had made him put behind his back. Then he had gotten him into position, laid back down and scooted to the right spot.

They were both naked, with the Master lying on his back, while his slave was down between his legs on his stomach. He currently had Clifford’s balls neatly stuffed into his mouth which he was delivering a very good tongue bath to. Thomas was tireless and never let up for one second as he worked them.

Big Clifford had perspired some during the night, which made for a lovely salty taste. Thomas could just not get enough and loved it.

It was making Clifford feel good from head to toe, his slave had learned quickly and become so adept at this.

“You are one juggernaut of a cock and ball sucker bitch, there is no denying that. That feels so good, keep working on those for a bit.”

“Mum-Hmm,” his slave replied and continued to work away at this current task.

His phone cut loose with, “There’s no One Like You,” again and he reached over and retrieved it. It was one of his best friends, Jeff Blake, so he keyed it to answer and put it to his ear.

“I see Jeffrey Blake that our paths cross yet once again. Good morning, man, have a good sleep?”

“You might say that it is indeed a great morning, have a look.” He pushed the button on his phone so he could send live video to his friend’s phone of his slave hard at work on his balls. Held it so he could get an optimal view and let him watch for a few. He then killed the feed and put the phone back to his ear.

Clifford went on, “Would you say that is a good morning thus far?”

“I know he looks good, and yes, his oral skills are superb and only getting better with practice. So, why calling so early, you are going to make it tonight aren’t you?”

“Yes, I see, so what have you got in mind? Just don’t be carrying that shit over here. I owe you so consider that a done deal, just come prepared to face death itself. Just let me win all your money first, I am going to annihilate the lot of you.”

“Okay. I hear that, Mm that feels so good. It won’t be a problem man friends have to look out for one another. No wonder he is ill sucking around on that diseased thing between your legs. Fine, see you tonight around 7:00 P.M. Talk to you this evening my friend, till then have a good day. Tell him I hope he feels better soon.”

Clifford disconnected the phone and laid it back on the bedside table. He laid there for a few minutes just enjoying the sensation of his slave slurping on his balls. That was close to the sound it was making, and one he liked to hear.

“Slurp, slurp.”

“You are doing a fantastic job with that my cock and ball sucking slave. Keep at it for a bit, as I consider having you finish by blowing me or fucking you up the ass this morning. I would ask you what you wanted but that is totally irrelevant. It depends on what I want as to which way it is going to go.”

Thomas continued to tirelessly, ‘slurp’, away on his big balls and sack. Thomas knew he would lay there all day doing this if that is what he wanted. The big man owned this handsome guy lying between his legs making him feel so good now. He considered how to best convey this, might as well just be direct.

“Are you paying attention to me bitch, or do you go into some kind of super cock sucking fugue as you are working my cock and balls.”

“Mum-Hm.”

“Seems that one unfair part of our arrangement is going to happen sooner rather than later.”

“Hmm?” His slave looked up and made eye contact and held it.

He really is hot as hell Clifford thought. “Your duties for the day have just been added to. This evening when they guys are over, I am going to make you give oral service to Jeff Blake. You will do it in front of everyone, consider it as sort of an initiation. His hole on two legs has a nasty case of strep throat. I owe Jeff I was single for a short time till I found you. He let me fuck his slave, Tanner, a couple of times. He has a nice tight ass as well, but I like yours much better. I am sure you will find it an enjoyable experience and you will do it.”

His slave held his eye contact, “Mum-Hmm.”

“Normally, I would not agree so readily, I mean you just moved in. So, this is just returning the favor, you will find we are tight knit group. With us displays of sexual activity are not unusual. I will accept nothing less than your best effort. Your performance reflects on my training. Do you remember Jeff Blake from school?”

“Mum-Hmm.”

“He says you were always friendly to him and thinks you are quite cute. As stated, I am sure it will not be a bad experience, Jeff is an okay guy and my best friend, so you will do right by him.”

“Mum-Hmm.”

The big guy reached over and got the big bottle of Gun Oil Lube, from the table, and opened a drawer and pulled a towel out.

“I have decided to fuck you up the ass this morning, then we will shower, and you can make us some breakfast. Then I have something interesting planned for you down in the fun room. After that, I won’t bother you much today as you need to clean and get stuff ready for the guys tonight. Plus, I need to mow the lawn. Stop sucking my balls bitch and let me get you positioned.”

The slave, tenderly let his mouthful of sack and balls slide out. Clifford got up on the bed and pulled his body up, so his head was in line with where he had been laying. He got an extra pillow and raised his waist up and slid it under where his, still sore dick was at. This elevated his ass into perfect position for penetration.

The big man got back behind his slave, laid the lube and towel aside, spread his ass cheeks wide, then went to rimming him. He just immediately shoved his tongue up his ass as far as it would go and began to work it.

“Mm,” this felt so good to Thomas, and he pushed his face into Clifford’s pillow. He always loved the way his big muscular Master smelled. As his ass was rimmed thoroughly, he breathed in deeply and took in the smell of Clifford. Sore or not, it was making his dick try and get hard, but Master had left the cage he was wearing on him.

Behind him Clifford kept licking away but reached over and got the big bottle of lube. He laid the towel just below his slave’s ass and lubed his index finger over it. The big guy pulled his head back and slowly inserted his finger, into that hole. He got it slid in deeply and began to work it around, his slave had a nice ass.

“Uhm,” Thomas’ ass was still a bit sore, and he would notice this. Especially when Clifford inserted his big cock into it, but he looked forward to it. Master had told him he thought he was a masochist a few times now. He did enjoy the sexual pains that the big guy on top of him getting ready to insert his cock generated. There was nothing wrong with him, it was just the way he was. Master had repositioned himself and had that big head of monster pecker at his hole. As he pushed and it finally began to slide in, it took the slave’s breath away for a few moments.

It was still so tight that, Clifford had to work it in and out several times, then finally he was balls deep in his slave. The big man put his mouth up to his slave’s right ear.

“Oh Fuck, you are so tight and feels so good to me, I am going to pump a load deep up inside you. I must hear the magic word before I begin going though, say it bitch.”

His slave said from the pillow, “Please Master, fuck me and pump that big load up inside me. Please.”

Clifford grinned and began fucking his slave, he began slowly but then sped up. Not too fast or too hard, just the perfect amount of each. He was breathing heavily right beside Thomas’ ear.

“Get some of that slave, oh that is nice, that ass is perfect for me.”

“Uhm, uhm, that feels fantastic Master, even being sore. I love it how you use your gigantic pecker on me. One thing is for certain, you deserve to have that huge cock, because you sure know how to use it.”

His Master had found a good rhythm and was relentless and worked it like a piston, in and out.

“I carefully made sure to read the instruction manual. I love using you all the ways I do to make me come.”

“Uh-uh,” Thomas would never tire of this man using him, again, and again. Over and over, no matter how many times it was.

Five minutes, turned into ten, into fifteen, and Clifford held the same speed and rhythm. It felt so good to him, hot and tight and the moistness of it.

“Oh, dear. I am working up to bust a hands free one Master, what about the bed?”

Clifford said heavily in his ear, “It’s got a liner cum-bucket, it will be your job to change it and launder the blankets. I am going to fuck your load out of you then make you clean up the mess.”

The slave was starting to feel it tingle and his spinal cord was on fire. Still the big man on top of him was persistent and kept banging away into and out of him. Same rhythm and pressure, he had learned his body quickly.

“Fuck!” Thomas’ balls emptied and he cut loose with a powerful orgasm. His ass and prostate might be sore, but it gave to the contact and rhythm being applied to it.

Clifford knew he had just fucked the cum out of his slave and it made him grin, and he sped up his rhythm. Now he was beginning to tingle and had decided he was going to vary things up a bit this morning. He pulled out and hopped up to the top of the bed and put his dick even with his slave’s face who had turned his head sideways. The big man reached a strong hand down, got him by the shoulder, and rolled him more so his face was angled towards his cock.            

“Raise your head and look right at my cock, mouth open, tongue out, then close your eyes.”

His Master had wrapped his big hand around his cock and was pumping it quickly. It was making a wet noise to the speed he was going.

“Fuck yeah, open that mouth!”

Thomas opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out for the big man.

He pointed the head of his big dick towards that tongue and began to blast huge ropes of cum onto it, inside his mouth, and all over his face.

“Damn! That’s it! Swallow all you can catch. My body worked all night and made all that especially for you.” Clifford sort of moved his huge dick around like a fire hose and painted his face up good.

The big man watched his slave’s throat work to swallow the thick liquid. It was all over his face, some was even hanging down from the front of his hair. He was a mess now, but he was hot and sexy and that had really been powerful. He took his still hard dick and scooped up a big blob of his cum onto the head of it and pushed it into his slave’s mouth. Thomas dutifully used his skillful tongue to clean it quickly before it became too sensitive. Clifford just stayed leaned over him for a moment and watched the cocksucker work. He pushed his dick a bit deeper in, then more.

“That’s right clean that cock spotless with that tongue of yours.”

The slave gave it a thorough tongue bath, till he was all the way to the base of it.  He had gotten good at doing that before the post orgasmic sensitivity started.

The big man reached and got his cellphone and took a picture of his hot slave with his cum all over his face. Then snapped another one, there would be some screensavers made of that, or wallpaper.

“Excellent job, my cock sucking, tight-assed bitch, what do you say?”

Thomas licked his lips, “Thank you Master for using me to get yourself off and shooting your cum in my mouth and all over my face.”

Less, than ten minutes later, towels had been laid out and the two showered together. After rinsing his face off, his slave always bathed his Master first. He took his time and made it feel good. Clifford stood in the hot shower enjoying how good he was getting at that. He didn’t miss a spot and now the big man was hungry.

Back in the bedroom, Clifford said, “All you need is a bathrobe for now, I have plans for you after we eat. Now, how about making us some breakfast, painting your face all up like that builds one an appetite.”

“Yes, Master,” he exited the bedroom and headed for the kitchen.

It wasn’t long before the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the smell of cooking food drew Clifford into the kitchen, paper under his arm. He sat down at his place and his slave poured him a fresh steaming cup of the gourmet coffee. He sat it on the table in a saucer for the Master. He also got him a glass of orange juice and put that there for him too.

“What smells so good bitch?”

His slave grinned, “That would be ham and cheese omelets, some strawberry waffles made with fresh strawberries I got when we were shopping, and the regional favorite grits.”

They had had a chance to go to the grocers yesterday and stocked up. Clifford was still thinking of that fuck session this morning, that had been intense. Yet, his stomach was demanding attention now and from the smells he would not be disappointed.

His slave was busy setting out the spread on the table, The big guy had noticed that Thomas was one of those that cleaned as he cooked. It was not a skill he had ever mastered. He didn’t have to now; he had his own personal slave that would take care of all of that. Thomas had filled his own plate with food and took his place at his Mater’s feet.

The big man heaped his plate full of food, he was sure he could eat all of that and then some more. As per usual, it all tasted fantastic, and he dug in proper.

Between eating he spoke from time to time. “I have something for you down in the fun room. The first session of that will last about an hour, then you will be free to start cleaning and preparing for our guests tonight.”

“Yes, Master.”

“I will accept nothing less but the house all shiny and smelling fantastic. You will have a few hours to work on it, and you will stay busy. I find something I don’t like; I’ll beat that ass with the new electric paddle. That is what is wrong with you slaves today, people are too soft and afraid to wear that ass out. I can assure you I am not.”

Thomas looked up at him grinning, “I am well aware of that Master.”

The swinging kitchen door opened, and Winston Churchill appeared and started rubbing up against each of them. The slave had fed him, changed his litter, and gave him fresh water before he started cooking.

Clifford looked down and grinned, “I see that our reliable ally from across the pond has arrived. Are you a lush Winston Churchill, like all the history books claim? Or is that just a bad reputation, started by Nazi propagandists?”

He reached down and gave the cat a small piece of cheesy ham from one of his omelets. He got a thank you ‘Meow,’ as the cat made short work of it.

The three of them finished eating in relative silence, and his master got up to leave the room.

“Clean up in here good bitch and then come down to the fun room. I have something which I think you are going to find rather different.”

“Yes, Master.”

With that the big man exited and Thomas got to work at sorting and cleaning everything. It did not take him too long, as most of the stuff he had used to cook had been cleaned as he cooked. He wiped the counters down good; the floor was still clean. He put the dishes away that had cycled last night, and rinsed and placed the new ones in there.

Downstairs and his big Master set up stuff next to the dental chair. The thought of what he was going to do to his slave now. Coupled with remembering what his cum covered face had looked like, made his dick begin to stir. It was not long after he finished setting things up, that Thomas came down the stairs and waited on instruction.

“Take your robe off and hang it on the rack over next to the stairs. Then over here and lay in the chair on your back. I think you will find this a bit different; I get such a thrill from it. Plus, I am going to record it, and will probably put it on some of my favorite porn sites. Some do that for money, I do it for fun, in our circles you will become well known.”

“Yes, Master.” The naked and caged slave got up onto the chair.

Clifford had set up a variety of webcams around, that looked expensive and went to a computer on the wall and got them ready to record. The sites he uploaded stuff to, gave the users the choice to pick which cameras to see from. He slightly grinned, he liked the ideal of people out there, beating their meat as they watched what he did to his slave. Not a condition he was subject to, when he needed to get off his hot slave would do, in several different ways.

Now, he walked over beside the chair and began to use the built-in straps to make Thomas tightly immobile. He put one around his chest, not enough to interfere with breathing, he just did not want him squirming around. Now, he was good and secure, he was not going anyplace, time for setup. He unlocked, his slave’s night chastity cage, he needed access all his sexy body for this.

He rolled the table on wheels over, and it had a something sitting on it, with several places to plug things into it. It appeared to have a graphical user interface which controlled it. The big man took two wires and plugged them into it, and got a blue tube, of some sort of stuff. He unzipped, and pulled his large dick out and walked up and laid it on his slave’s lips.

“Lick on that cock for me bitch.”

His slave began to comply, and he got just the effect he was after. Thomas’ cock rose and was now solidly hard. He could stand here as he worked, why not, this little bitch’s tongue felt good on the head of his cock. The two wires he had plugged in, had adjustable metal rings on the end of them. It took no time to get them snugly around his bound slave’s cock. Next, he plugged in two more wires, that had alligator style clamps on the ends of them. He took a bit of the gel in the tube, then spread a bit in two places on Thomas’ ball sack. This is where he snapped the clamps to and with each snap, his slave drew in air sharply.

He talked as he worked, “This marvel of technology is made by a company called NHEHSFU, it is called the CBT shocking kit with a penis, and butt plug grounding tools-Pro. Again, I really don’t see how you call something like this, ‘Pro’. It came with several sizes of anal grounds, I use the smallest one that works, as you know that hole is primarily to be stretched by what you are licking so fantastically now. This unit was not cheap, but one gets what they pay for.”

He was washing his hands with alcohol-based gel thoroughly. On the table was a sealed container with a label on it that said, “Sterile. Do Not Open till Ready for Use.” He was ready and opened it, and took out a packet with a chlorhexidine wipe, after putting on a set of nitrile gloves inside. He opened the wipe and used it to thoroughly clean the head, all around the slit opening to his slave’s luscious cock.

Next, he removed a thin rod, which was to be inserted into that cock, and it had a wire running from its base handle. He plugged that into the controller, took some stuff in the blue tube and lubricated the rod well.

“This stuff in the blue tube, acts as a lubricant and is good at conducting electricity. This is all designed for use on people, so it’s going to hurt like hell, but not really damage anything.”

He squeezed a small layer of the gel over the slit on Thomas’ cockhead then placed the end of the rod on it. He then pushed it inside him and steadily pushed it down till the flattened handle was sitting on it.

“Fuck me! Shit! If that won’t wake you up!”  That had gotten his slave’s attention, to be sure.

Clifford could be mean and work the rod up and down for a bit and get the inside of his urethra irritated. As this was his first time, for this, after taking that monster fucking and making such a good breakfast, he did not. The last item in the carton was a medium sized butt plug, that also had a wire to connect to the controller. Still his slave dutifully licked away at his cock, undeterred. He plugged the butt plug into the controller, added some gel and up to the hilt in his ass it went.  Last he took some tape, that was also conductive to electricity, that was made to adhere to the skin and secured both the rod and the butt plug snugly into place. He was strapped snugly but would still squirm around.

He set the controller unit, to run for sixty minutes, which would deliver varying level of shocks. Oh, this was a real turn on for the big guy and be interesting to watch. He started the controller on a five-minute countdown and put his dick away. Then went over to the computer and began the cameras recording. A little red light came on each of them, he would upload this later to smuthub.com, and maxcbt.com. He went and got comfortable in his chair and waited.

The sequence started and delivered the first set of shocks to Thomas. He did try and squirm but could not move much at all. The current would flow out of the metal bands around his dick, and the clamps on his balls, and be drawn down his penis and up his ass by the grounding. He listened to his slave moan and groan with each surge and his grin widened with every single one. This was absolutely exercising power over someone, literally.

“You like that bitch?”

“Yes, ah, ouch, it’s great. Thank you for doing it to me.”

Clifford reached down and lightly massaged his cock from outside his shorts. When he had done this to others, the pain had made some lose their erections. That was easy to fix, all that was needed was 50 – 75 mg of Sildenafil, commonly known as Viagra. Having a good friend as an M. D. had certain advantages. No need of that with this one, his hardon was raging as he got off on the pain. Knowing he was under his Master’s complete control, and subject to whatever whims he desired.

There was pure pleasure in the big man’s eyes as he watched the slave attempt to squirm time and again, as powerful jolts were randomly delivered. Clifford was transfixed and drunk on the power and lust as he watched. His friend, Alex, the medical doctor had recommended for the first few sessions, to limit them to an hour. He owned a unit just like this one and had called them an absolute treasure.

Soon, the hour was over, and the controller beeped to signal an end to the cycle. Clifford had been very slowly stroking himself and walked over, took his big dick, and smacked the slave in the lips with it a few times. This was so hot it would not take too much encouragement for him to get off. He took the chin strap loose, so his slave could turn his head.

“Open wide bitch and stick that tongue out.”

Thomas immediately obeyed, and his Master was primed by the light stroking he had done as he watched this. The way the cameras were angled, viewers would only see a big muscular guy, up to about shoulder level. His slave on the other hand would be easily recognizable. It did not take too much manual stimulation before Clifford gave him, the mouth and facial cum shots again. When he was spent, he even added a liberal jet of piss to his face and mouth.

He liked the effect of his cum and piss running down his slave’s face. He had gotten good coverage again, this is what being a 24/7 Master, with sadistic tendencies was about. This slave would always be glad to take it and would get lots of it.

He removed the cock bands, clips, urethral grounding rod and anal grounding plug. Then squeezed Thomas’ balls roughly till he was flaccid. Then he secured his slave’s zappy cage firmly into place. He would clean and sterilize this stuff after mowing. Yes, he even had a small autoclave down here. Now his cum covered slave was free, and he laid there breathing heavily.

“Clean this chair up good, lick as much of the cum and piss up as you can that dripped off bitch. On the chair and the floor, I mean it. Then use a wipe to rub it down cleanly and pristine. You will need another shower and I will be out mowing. You have pleased me again; you’ve made quite a habit out of that.”

“Thank you Master, and I will clean the chair and floor well.”

There was much more of this day still to be, and the thought excited both. Clifford exited the fun room to go mow and Thomas got busy licking up what he could and using Clorox Wipes to get to what he could not get his mouth and tongue to.  ‘That was fucking intense as hell.’ Thomas loved his new life; he was meant to be used by and to serve Clifford Thornton.’