A Different Kind of Life

Chapter 11

(Something Different) 

On Thursday morning at 9:00 A.M. Master Clifford’s phone went off, waking him up. His slave, Thomas, was already awake. Being stress tied as he had been had made him wake up during the night several times.  Master really was good at this, every joint in his arms and legs were on fire, from his positioning. The rope and set of handcuffs had pulled continuously, and relentlessly throughout the night. Clifford had rolled over and looked at him, innocently but there was carnal hunger in his eyes. He made no immediate move to release the slave from his predicament, just locked eyes with him.

His slave held his gaze, where many might be upset, even angry, he was quite aroused by what his Master had done. It was true, he was one of those people, that completely got off on people inflicting pain on them. Not just anyone, but his big handsome Master staring hotly into his eyes currently. The more of this kind of stuff he did to him, the better he would like it. He doubted he would be able to live without it, his Master knew precisely what he was doing. With all the techniques and tricks of just how to do it, Clifford Thornton owned Thomas now more than he ever had.

The big man slid over closer and kissed him deeply and his slave sucked hard on his tongue, while pushing back with his. Again, the silent battle which had played out many times between the chastity cage he wore at night and his cock trying to valiantly to get hard. That was just still going poorly for him. All of it combined to just reinforce just how much he belonged to his Master. They kissed roughly for several minutes, and the bigger man finally disengaged and moved back just a little. Thomas had gotten a good smell of him, and it drove him wild, it was ever so good. It drove his dick to continue to try and harden only to be met time after time with the constraints of the cage. Master Clifford knew just exactly what he was doing and loved the look of pure need in his slave’s eyes.

The Master asked, “How do you feel this morning? My hot little slave? I must say you look awesome bound in the stress tie such as you are. I am imagining you are feeling the burn and the soreness. Tell me what is going through that mind of yours presently.”

Thomas was always honest, “I am hotter than a firecracker, and am lusting for your big cock and set of balls. I want you to use them any way you want to on me, use me to make you feel good Master, please.”

Master Clifford smiled and said, “That’s a hard ask, pardon the pun, yet I think I can arrange it.”

The big man rolled over and got a few things from the nightstand by the bed, including the bottle of, ‘Gun Oil Lube.’

Then he stood up on the bed and released the strap holding his slaves’ ankles in the awkward position. He then sat down, straddling the slaves back and unlocked the left handcuff. This allowed him to free them from the ring that had been holding them, screwed to the headboard, through trying to sleep.

Master Clifford said, “Put them behind your back so that I can hook you up that way.”

His slave, Thomas, answered all too eagerly, “Yes Master.”

Clifford slid down a little and his slave placed his hands at the dead center of his back. With minimal effort, the big man had him cuffed again. Then got off from him and laid down on the top of the covers removing clothing as he did so. When he was naked, for all but a pair of low-cut socks, Thomas saw he was sporting a granite caliber of a hardon. He had liked waking up to what he was seeing and what his slave had had to say.

The Master locked eyes with him again and said, “My cock seems to want a bit of oral attention. Then I think I am going to make you ride me for the first time once you have sucked it a bit. Do you want to ride your Master’s big pole?”

Thomas answered as he was working his mouth down to that big cock. His mouth was watering like crazy, and he wanted his Master’s huge cock all up in his mouth.

“It would be my genuine pleasure to ride that big pole, Master. Plus, even if I said no, suspect you would make me do it anyway.”

Clifford leaned up and easily put him into position to suck his big cock. Thomas always marveled at how strong he was, it was yet just one more turn on to him. The big man reached down and angled it up for him so he could get it in his mouth easily. The slave began the process of slowly snaking his way onto it and then down it. Thomas’ mouth was watering like crazy, so he had to almost continually be swallowing that.

As the slave’s mouth got deeper on it, Clifford said, “Oh, yeah that feels awesome. Work it but go slowly, I want you to have a good long ride.”

Thomas began to do just that and got almost all the way to the root of it on his first trip down. A big hand, from the Master grabbed the back of his head and helped him all the way down and held him for a moment there. Slave Thomas gave no resistance and let the big master hold him in place. Down this far he could not breath but had taken several large breaths on his journey down. This was a game he was learning to play his part of and do it well.

Clifford said, staring into his eyes, “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you enjoy sucking my big rod? Hold your breath for just a few more seconds. That feels so fucking amazing, this is the way to wake up in the morning. Your throat is tight and hot, and it is a snug fit, Master likes.”

“Mum.”

Master Clifford, eased up with the pressure on his hand and Thomas began to slide up and down it. That big hand would push a bit on the way down, but immediately relaxed so he could slide back up it. What they were perfecting was a skill, that many could never get just right. It came naturally to this Master and his slave. It was like Thomas had been born to suck his dick and take it up the ass from the big man.

Clifford watched Thomas work it up and down, and it just felt fucking outrageously good. He could see from the expression on the slave’s face, he literally had a real taste for doing this for him. His slave looked up and saw him watching and locked his nice blue eyes onto his as he continued to slowly work it. As he slid his lips on it, it sent waves of pleasure all through his Master’s body. He had read articles, that talked about when a man was receiving good oral sex, there was a collage of things it caused in the body. Endorphins, Gaba, Serotonin, even surprisingly enough a small amount of the body’s own tetrahydrocannabinol were released. The last is what was responsible for runner’s high from people that ran every morning for exercise.

The principal thing the big man knew is that it was all leading to one thing, a toe curling of busting his nut. This slave, who had learned just the right amount of suction to pull, whose tongue might be wicked. Never tired of doing this or any other task, he was dedicated and would work and work. The master added a second hand and gently pulled him off his cock.

“Now lick your way down to my balls and suck on those nuts bitch.”

“Mm,” his slave replied, and he used the whole top flat part of his tongue to slowly lick that way. This process was nothing short of spectacular to him. His Master was clean, but during sleep did perspire a bit, and it left a musk of a smell and a pleasant salty taste. This was like a drug to Thomas one he would never need treatment for. The soreness in his limbs from the stress tie was abating, the smell, the taste, and texture of his Master’s big cock all combined and were sort of intoxicating. Plus, he knew he was pleasing the big man, that was the best of all of it.

The slave reached Clifford’s balls, so the big man used a hand to help gently stuff them inside his mouth. Thomas went to town with that evil tongue of his, and the pleasure sensation it caused radiated again through his Master’s body. He, ‘Slurped, and Slurped away,’ giving himself completely over to the act of doing it. Still, he held his Master’s gaze, delighted at the pleasure he saw radiating from his eyes and expression.

Clifford took equal joy at watching his slave work so hard to please him. There was pleasure on his face as well, he was thoroughly enjoying doing this. The big man reached over on the nightstand and found his favorite set of alligator clamps which were joined by a small length of chain. These were higher tension than the ones he usually used, but this slave would love it. He would wear them on his nipples while he rode the big man’s cock. The introductory period was over now, and the big man liked to dish out some pain sometimes. This one, making his balls feel so super would not only take it but get off on it.

“Off the balls bitch, and straddle me as you are facing me, I really need to come. Better to say, I really need to get off up inside you, my little cocksucker and bitch.”

His slave, as he always did, let his balls exit his mouth with extra care. Never any accidental biting, or pulling too much suction, only feeling good and pleasure for his big Master. He used his knees and began to slide up the bed to get into place.

As he did so his Master, Clifford, was using some of the good lube to grease his pole up thoroughly with.  He reached over and got hold of his slave under his arms and quickly and easily pulled him up the bed. Thomas had risen to his knees and took one of his darkly complected legs and put it on the other side of his master’s waste. He then straddled him; he was just a bit out of position. His Master easily put a hand on each of his hips and got him in the correct spot. Clifford knew exactly what he liked, and how to get it from his slave. That was easy, as this one wanted to give it, as much as he could.

Next, the Master got a good finger of lube and reached behind his slave. He lubed his hole up good so now all should be well. He didn’t loosen the hole with his big finger, he wanted to feel the tightness of it as it surrendered to his dick.

“Lean up a little bitch and let me get lined up, so you can get the fucking you deserve. Ladies and gentlemen, well gentlemen mostly this ride is now open. It is like no other and a 100% guaranteed thrill to who receives it.”

“Yes Master,” and his slave leaned up and he got aligned with his hole.

“Now, lean back on it and keep putting steady pressure till it slides in, then all the way down on it you slutty bitch.”

Thomas leaned back and his hole contacted the head of his Master’s big cock. It was a bit painful, but the slave was determined. He just kept applying more and more pressure, as his Master pushed upward towards him. The hole finally gave, and it began to slide in, and he steadily began to take more and more.

“Oh, yeah bitch, I think you were made to service my cock in every way. All the fucking way down and then start riding it, like my good personal cunt.”

The slave finally reached the bottom of it, and there was still pain from soreness. He liked it and started to ride his Master’s dick. Slowly at first, but then urgency kicked in and made him go faster. The big man below him looked so good, and the pain and pleasure of his big cock up in him was almost sensory overload.

Master Clifford took his big hands and grabbed his hips to steady him and control the pace. He was heating up, and that ass was so tight around his cock. He reached up and snapped the heavier duty alligator clamps, one to each nipple.

The slave reacted, “Uh, Mum.”

Now these hurt like a son-of-a-bitch, but it just made the slave work harder and want the big man more. ‘If dishing out some pain makes it feel all the better for you. I will take all you want to throw at me.’

The Master was now thrusting upward as his slave began a slide down. They were meeting and making a smacking sound.  The slave gave first, as that big cock was really rubbing his prostate hard. He cut loose and his cum dripped down on his Master’s abdomen.

Clifford was driving faster and moving his slave faster up and down on him. There came the tingle, and warm feeling in his balls. This was going to be a geyser of cum. When he felt it was about to begin, he drove up into his slave as far as he could go and blasted time and again.

“Yes! You cum loving bitch take that ass full of it! Clench your muscles and hold it up in there, not one drop escapes.”

A few moments later, his slave had a great deal of tongue work to do to clean up and was busy doing it.

Clifford had told him, “Lick all your cum from me, where you dripped it on my abdomen then get busy making that cock spotless. Then we need a hot shower and food. You have a great deal of work to do this morning.”

“Uhm-Hum.”

The Master had let the slave take his time tongue bathing his own cum from him and shining his dick up. They had all day, after a shower and breakfast, as his bitch-assed slave got the house back in order. He needed to change the oil in the truck and the Mercedes. He would check the state of his slave’s Camry as well.

Forty-five minutes later, the Master was seated at the kitchen table eating, with his slave on the floor at his feet. It was sausage, eggs, gravy and biscuits and fresh fruit. It was delicious and Winston Churchill made an appearance, he had gotten used to Clifford treating him. The big man didn’t mind, he liked the cat.

“Mumm, this is a good breakfast bitch, and I was hungry. You have lots of housework to do, then I am sending you out to Kroger for the mango juice, and to get those scripts. Oh, and that kit of flavored sprays, from ‘Dirty Harry’s’.” This was the local fun-fun shop, and it was owned by an old pervert named Harry McMahan. “Get the smaller applicator bottle kit, and then the larger refill bottles kit. I am going to see about the state of your car, it looks relatively new. If I am not finished with it yet, you can drive the Mercedes.”

“Yes Master.”

“I will have to take that damn shock collar off you before you go. Before this evening, I want this house back in as good a shape as it was. Might as well get used to it as it is a weekly thing.”

“I understand Master. May we discuss something Sir?”

Clifford looked down at him, “Always, if you ever need to discuss something, this is not like Paris Island, feel free to discuss.”

His slave said, “Well, Master I have met your motley gang of friends, except for the sick one. I have a couple of friends and would like you to meet them as well. Just when you think it is appropriate Master.”

Clifford grinned, “Sure, anytime. If they can manage it that soon, why not on Saturday evening, I will char some meat on the grill. What will they think of your new living situation, and the fact you are my property now?”

“Well, the one’s name is Henry, and he will not think the first thing about it. He’s gay and was the first person I came out to; he’ll think it’s groovy. Irwin, the one that was keeping the cat is married but is quite open minded. He might bring his wife, if that is, okay?”

“Of course it is, what is part of your life now is part of mine. Sort of comes along with the territory of me owning your ass bitch.”

His slave took a bite of food and said, “They are kind of alternative as well, her name is Joe Anne they are well, swingers.”

Clifford giggled a bit, “My, aren’t you full of surprises. I had no ideal you were so wild.”

Now his slave grinned, “The only thing I am wild about is that huge cock between your legs Master. Plus, you like to inflict all kinds of pain and humiliation on me.”

“You silver tongued devil you, bitch. It’s good you like that cock, because I am going to be using it on you a great deal. There will also be mountains of pain and humiliation.”

Thomas said, “I suspect there will, and I find that exciting.”

Clifford got up and said, “Now it is time to find cleaning and running errands exciting. I am sure I will be letting you play my cock like a banjo later today. Now there is much to do, so get to it.”

“Yes Master.”

The big man left and went out to his garage, his slave Thomas got busy cleaning. He did not just get busy cleaning; he attacked it like a category 5 hurricane. It took a little over two hours, and his Master came through the house wearing light coveralls a couple of times looking for stuff. Then he disappeared back outside to the garage. To do his manly Master stuff, servicing and cleaning the vehicles. Thomas’ mouth watered every time he saw him.

In two and a half hours the house was spotless and smelled good again. He made some fresh chicken salad and fried some French fries to go with them. He had put Master a plate together, two sandwiches, a heap of freshly fried fries, and two chocolate doughnuts. He had already eaten and needed to get on the road. As if he had some kind of extra food perception, the big guy came into the kitchen and sat down to his plate.

His slave got him his favorite, a Fosters, poured it into a frosted mug and sat it on the table next to him.

“I need to get going Master, so the necklace/collar will have to come off.”

The Big man stood up, took a large set of keys on a ring from his shorts pocket. He came over to his slave and unlocked and removed it from him and laid it on the table.

“I shampooed the upholstery in the Camry, and it needs to dry. So, you can drive either the truck or the Mercedes. Also, when you are ready to head back in, call me. I am going to call us in a couple of supreme pizzas at the ‘Hut’, it will save you from having to cook dinner, plus I like pizza. Pick up some more Fosters that gaggle of alcoholics over here Wednesday night gulped down an oil tanker of that stuff. He handed the slave a ring of keys to the truck and the Mercedes. Don’t forget a single thing or I will be paddling that ass again. That set of keys is for you, just be careful, your fresh supply of cum will be awaiting you here. The house looks and smells great, again, nice work bitch.”

Thomas took the keys, “Thank you Master, I have the prescriptions, and a list, I will be back as soon as I can.”

Clifford grabbed the back of his head by the hair, leaned in and kissed him deeply and roughly. He slowly drew back and sat down to tackle his lunch, it looked and smelled good.

“See that you are bitch, I will see you soon.”

Thomas, used the control on the keys to open the garage door for the truck, started it and pulled away in it. An hour and twenty minutes he, was back, pulling into the garage and had managed to get everything. Clifford materialized and helped him carry stuff in. The pizzas smelled delightful, came with breadsticks and cinnamon twist rolls.

The slave began to put the stuff away that went into the kitchen and sitting out what they would need for the pizza. Once it was all put away the big man sat down at the table to inspect the flavored sprays kit and refills.

He got a funny grin on his face, “Go to the bedroom slave and lose the clothes. Here, let me lock you necklace back onto you first.” It was locked on and he went to obey his Master. The big man joined him in a minute and began to undress as well. Once he had he got the handcuffs out of the nightstand, walked behind his slave, and cuffed him snugly, with his hands behind his back.

The big guy pushed him over onto the bed, then grabbed him and straightened him out.

He said, “Time to learn a new skill, I have yet to make you do this. I will never let you fuck me, but often I certainly do enjoy getting a good rim job. Ready to bury that tongue deep up my ass bitch?”

“I most assuredly am Master, but I have never done this for anyone.”

As he laid on the bed on his stomach, the big man said, “Never fear the ultimate freak is here. I will teach you and you will be eating my ass like a pro in no time. I will make you practice this for a while and let you finish by sucking me off. After eating again, I may even recharge up enough to give you a good fucking tonight at bedtime. Now crawl over between my legs and get your mouth even with my crack and hole of my ass.”

“Yes Master,” and slave Thomas crawled over and got into position.

His Master reached around and used his hands to spread his ass cheeks good. Thomas was turned on by this, like the rest of him, Master’s ass looked good. Good enough to eat, so he would be doing so.

The big man told him, “To begin with, stick your tongue out as far as you can. Then start at the bottom of my crack, then slowly lick your way all the way to the top. When you reach the hole, insert your tongue as far as it will go. Do that for a bit, then I am going to make you just begin to tongue the hole good. As soon as you have completed several licks, get to it.”

“Yes Master.” The slave got down, his mouth was watering, and laid his tongue out flat at the bottom of his Master’s crack, then ever so slowly begin to move up. It had a taste he had not experienced before, but it was not unpleasant, and his cock was desperately trying to get hard.

Master Clifford said as he worked up, “That is just right, lean into it and put some pressure behind that tongue. When this is done right, it is very pleasurable for the receiver, as you should well know?”

The Master made him complete fifteen of the top to bottom licks, then had him deep tonguing his hole for a while. His slave could not say how long, he was lost to the task and the occasional instructions his Master was giving him.

He heard a great deal of, “Mm’s, and that is just the right way ass licker, keep going.”

After a while Thomas was almost in a daze and felt drunk again. Who would have thought doing that for someone would be so enjoyable? He expected he would now be doing it a great deal, as verbal as it made his Master.

He was finally told he could stop, and the big man placed him on his back about halfway down the big bed. He then mounted him to throat fuck him. In no time had had the length of that big cock coming in and out of his slave’s mouth and throat.

Clifford told him, “Spread your legs wide and keep them that way.

His slave did as he was told, and the big man manhandled him around and got a pillow under his ass. Then he lubed up that area that Master Mistry had been making feel so good, Master had called it, the perineum. Clifford took two big fingers and began to work that area and was putting pressure behind it. He would slide the finger up and down it, then run them back and forth it for a while. It was lighting Thomas up, and was going to make him cum.

Clifford could multitask, he fucked his mouth with a steady rhythm. While he also massaged that area with a steady rhythm and was relentless. Thomas had never felt anything like it and began to feel the tingle. He shot so hard inside the chastity cage and made lots of noise as the big man rammed his dick in out of out of his mouth.

“Mm, Uhm, Mm, Mm!”

In a few minutes, Clifford pulled his dickhead up into his mouth and began spurting it full of his cum. Spasm after spasm of it, as the slave worked to get it swallowed down.

“That is what I am fucking talking about! Swallow that like the cocksucker you are! You are so addicted to, that cum, like the good slave whore you are.”

As Master Clifford had finished and he had swallowed every drop down. Thomas knew he would be changing the bed again and could possibly get fucked up the ass before shower and bedtime. He most certainly hoped so, it was good being the property of the big man that still had his mouth stuffed with his cock.

He could only see good things coming their way, and Clifford felt the same way.