A Different Kind of Life

Chapter 15

Learning the Ropes

The next morning, the three had woken up to the Master’s phone alarm. Adding Henry had changed the bed arrangement a bit. The slave was still in his spot and all tethered into the bed nice and secure. The big Master had slept between the two, that placed the trainee, Henry where the Master usually slept. The only one completely free was Clifford, and his slave was tethered up and Henry had been placed in ankle cuffs and handcuffs which were locked snugly behind his back. For just a few minutes Clifford had left them this way. He was currently rubbing his big trainee’s cock and balls with one hand. At the same time, he had made his slave roll away from him, wet his finger down good with spit and currently shoving it in and out of his ass.

The Master and his trainee had decided last night as they had their snack and Thomas got the bed changed and all freshened up. They would all go today and move Henry’s stuff here. He had a truck as well, and they figured between to two that would be enough to get it all. They would go after lunch to take care of this, it should not take long. His slave’s friend would answer to him for the ninety-days, but he did not own him as he did Thomas. So, no need to do anything with his bank accounts or things of that nature.

He would maintain his apartment but live here the next ninety days to train. Master had a full bladder and considered making his slave drink it. Yet it was before breakfast, and he would need energy for moving stuff later. He slid down, climbed off the bed and went in the bathroom, then saw it. It put a nasty grin on his face, another reason to punish his slave He emptied his bladder in the toilet, flushed and washed his hands.

He went back into the bedroom without saying and word and released both.

Finally, he said, “You are a misbehaving slave, and trainee bitch follow me to the bathroom please. Come on, both of you, we don’t have all day.”

Once they were all in the bathroom, he asked, “See anything out of place bitch?”

His slave looked around and there it was, he had missed a washcloth, it had slipped to the floor, he had been tired and missed it. He immediately dropped in front of his Master on his knees.

“I am so terribly sorry Master; I was just tired and missed it Sir. If corrective action is needed, I will gladly accept it. It is how I learn and improve, obviously this kind of thing cannot be overlooked.”

Clifford said to Henry, “Any mistakes must be punished, it is how one keeps a slave in line, and they perform better.”

He now told his slave, “Get the stuff out so we can all shower together, punishment will be dealt out in several ways.”

His slave got up and said, “Thank you or correcting me Master, infractions are not allowed.”

Clifford went back in the bedroom to wait for him to get the shower set up. They sat down on the bed next to each other again.

Clifford reached down and lightly played with his balls.

Then the big man as he worked them gently said, “Something you must wrap your mind around and understand. It will be a little harder because he is your friend but trust me, I know what I am talking about.”

Big Clifford’s hand was working magic on his ample sized balls. The most subtle touches and massaging could feel magical when applied correctly.

Henry leaned back a little and went, “Oh, that feels so nice.”

The big Master went on, “Him leaving a washcloth and missing it as tired as we were amounts to nothing. However, slaves like mine, though he doesn’t think about it much craves being punished by me. He likes the pain; the humiliation and he is aware that I enjoy doing it. So, it’s a win all the way around. I will let you dish some of his punishment out, don’t hold back. You will not be damaging him, quite the contrary you will be turning him on.”

“Uhm yeah, I see what you are saying, and it makes sense, oddly enough,”

The big man leaned close, “Open wide for some more spit kissing practice.”

Trainee-Bitch opened and suck his tongue out. Clifford reached a big hand up, lightly grabbed his jaw and tilted his head back. Then took his time spitting his mouth full of it. Then pushed his mouth slowly closed.

“Okay trainee easy and take your time swallowing that down, I love to watch your throat as you do it. Also remember, there is always a razor thin line between pleasure and pain.” The big man illustrated this by taking the hand he was massaging his balls with. He wrapped it around them and gave them a good squeeze which he held for several moments. The big man squeezed those big balls good as he watched his trainee slowly swallow all that spit down. He thoroughly enjoyed every bit of it and squeezed a tiny bit harder.

To his trainee this was not a subtle point and excited him a bit. He knew that soon he would be the one punishing people, that would get a secret thrill from it. That was exercising sheer raw power over someone, and they liked you doing it to them.

His slave had come back into the bedroom, “Master, Trainee-Master, the shower is all set up.”

“Good work slave, part of your new punishment is going to be done in there and it is a new one to you. I would like to say you’ll love it, but then it would not be very much of a punishment, would it?”

They went back into the bathroom and the Master retrieved something from under the cabinet. He unpackaged it, but Thomas never got a good look at it was. They all three got into the big shower stall, the hot water felt wonderful.

Slave Thomas began by washing and conditioning his Master’s hair. Then he did the same for his friend, the Master-trainee. Then did his own and rinsed it out well it felt good. The Master had moved to the back of the shower and was sporting a hardon, time for his punishment to begin.

He told his slave, “Come back here and get on your knees to suck my cock with your back against the wall. He got into position and the Master handed him something. It was a bar of plain dial soap.

Now bitch lather your hands up copiously with that then make sure my cock is lathered up good with it. Thomas knew this he had seen it in porno videos. The practice was called mouth soaping. The Master was going to use his cock, to literally wash his mouth out with soap, probably as he mouthfucked him with it.

Henry had come over to watch this, it looked interesting, something as simple as soap.

As his slave worked to get him all lathery, he said to the Trainee, “This is known as mouth soaping. Some guys use the bar itself and insert it into the slave’s mouth. Some lather their bodies up and have them lick it from them. I prefer using my big cock, the soap makes an excellent lubricant. Feels wonderful doing it. Some dumbass hillbilly ying-yangs will just use any soap. One of the group’s members is a pervy doctor named Alex Mistry. He says soap is a base, and absolutely tastes terrible to the receiver. You use one too strong, it can cause a chemical burn in the mouth. He says Dial for sensitive skin is the way to go. It is nontoxic, lubricates me, tastes terrible to my poor slave down there. Most importantly, no burns, just a bad taste and a lot of slippery fun for me.”

Henry could not help but get hard about his whole process. What a simple and fiendish way to dole out some punishment.

The big man continued, “It’s just reflex, but he will try to withdraw from the bad taste. Especially it being the first time I have done it to him. I always have them place the back of their head up against the wall. Then grab both sides of it to hold him in place. This is a thrill to me and feels so good, ‘slippery fun.’

Even knowing what was about to be done to him, his friend, Thomas, carefully lathered Clifford’s dick up with thick soap. This big man did own him, and it was sexy to watch. He would have to do this to his friend soon, he wanted to know what it felt like.

When the slave had him ready, his Master said, “Lean your back and head flat back against the wall. You may let the excess soap run out of your mouth, but do not resist me. Understand?”

“Yes Master,” he leaned back as he had been told and opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out to receive that big soap covered cock.

Master stepped forward with horniness and power on his face. He took his powerful hands and grabbed both sides of his slave’s head and got a firm grip. Then he stepped forward and began feeding him that soapy cock. It tasted awful to Thomas, but for the first time Clifford had been doing this to people. He was the first to remain perfectly still and take it. The big man grinned a little more, so obedient. He even locked his lips around it good and began using his tongue.

Henry looked at the process with fascination and lust and his dick was throbbing.

Master Clifford began fucking his slave’s mouth with is soap covered cock. It was slick and hot and felt great to him. With this process it was impossible to keep his Master’s cock perfectly neat. The base of the soap caused him to produce massive amounts of thick saliva. When his master thrusted back liberal amounts of soap and thick saliva leaked around his sealed lips. That is why you administered this punishment in the shower.

It usually took around 20 – 30 minutes to suck his master off. This time, with the added lubrication of the soap and the thick saliva. Plus, the fact, the slave not resisting at all had really wound the Master’s motor up, it lasted eleven minutes.

Looking down at his slave he said, “I am about to cum, swallow it and any soap that has not been washed out by all your spit. I promise you, other than the bad taste it is perfectly safe. I say it over and over, but I will cause you controlled pain and humiliation but will never really hurt you. You should know that by now. His slave locked eyes with him and absolutely worshipped this big man. They kept eye contact as he swallowed his load down, not a drop of that escaped and Clifford and Henry watched intently. When drained the big man backed away, oh that felt so fucking good. That punishment was another keeper.

He gave his slave a second to recover then said, “Take a moment and rinse your mouth out. Then back in that position and begin lathering your hands up again.”

Henry wondered, ‘Is the big man going to double bang him?’

When the slave was back in position, Clifford answered, “Step up trainee, you’re next.”

Hearing this, the Master’s Trainee got a wave of pleasure just thinking about it that rocked him. He stepped up in front of his friend, who began to lather up his raging boner quite liberally. Oh, this would be new and quite good, and he began to feel his first power high.

Thomas looked up and locked eyes with him, leaned solidly against the wall then opened for him, with a waiting tongue. The Trainee stepped forward and began feeding him his soapy cock.

He grabbed the sides of his heads but there was no resistance.

“Fuck! That just feels motherfucking fantastic! Suck on my soapy cock bitch, you know you like it.”

Henry had nowhere near the staying power that Master Clifford did, he lasted seven minutes before he was jetting cum into that soapy mouth. This was absolutely the lifestyle for him. It was something he would readily embrace.

Once this business was out of thee way, the slave bathed both the Master and his trainee slowly and deliberately. That felt good as well, and they were in no hurry. When he finished them, they exited and got dressed. Then went to the living room where Clifford mixed them an excellent bloody marry.

Soon Slave Thomas came through only wearing a housecoat and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. He had a pleasant look on his face as he went through.

Clifford said, “I am not much of one for making statements like this. That one makes my toes curl with delight, hard to believe that II was so stupid in high school.”

Henry replied, “Don’t feel bad, he’s been doing me that way in my fantasies for years. I was so stupid I let him get away, he temporarily evaded you, but now you have him caught. He really is your property, and delighted to be so, I have never seen him so happy.”

“After we eat the delicious breakfast, he is preparing, see how happy he is when we go down to the fun room and I introduce you to the wonderful world of impact play. We are going to absolutely wear that pretty ass of his out.”

Henry grinned, “I would say that sounds ominous but what I am learning about my friend. He will absolutely love every damn smack either of us gives him. Oh, I must have one like him, no doubts.”

The slave had made a mouthwatering breakfast of the first order. There was French Toast which had a very strong cinnamon flavor. He had fried some low-fat ham and made eggs. There was a bowl of freshly cut strawberries, which sat overnight in the refrigerator, flavored with Splenda, it was all very good.

Clifford had taken his place at the table and Thomas and Henry had sat across from each other on the table. As the Trainee was eating, he suddenly felt one of slave Thomas’ who had taken one of his sock covered feet and placed it between his legs. Henry, making sure not to draw attention had pulled his jogging pants down, and freed his cock and balls. The slave began to massage his balls and cock gently under the table. The fabric of the sock felt heavenly as the slave used it to deliver a nice massage. What the trainee did not know is that yesterday, his Master had pulled him aside and told him to start doing things like this. He was to begin to obey trainee-Henry and make him feel good at every opportunity. This was the first of those opportunities, and that massage felt wonderful.

Master Clifford talked to his slave, “After we get done eating, go downstairs naked no need to bother with the robe. Get the electric paddle and be waiting at the paddle frame and the trainee and I will be down shortly. Your punishment is hardly over, with yet, and trainee bitch needs to begin learning the subtle art of beating your ass. You can worry about getting things straightened out up here, after we beat that ass. Then we all have some moving to do.”

“Yes Master.”

Shortly he was finished, looked across the table at his friend and smiled. He withdrew the foot, got up and departed to obey his Master. Henry subtly tucked his pretty cock and balls away and got them back in order.

Master Clifford said, “He really makes those under the table massages feel great, doesn’t he?”

His Trainee looked perplexed, “How dd you even know, he was very discreet about it.”

“True, but the looks of pleasure washing over your face certainly did not. Now come trainee bitch and begin to learn the pleasures of beating a willing slave’s ass.’

They got up, sated from the excellent breakfast, and headed down to the fun room. It was the first good look Henry Rutherford had really gotten at it. It was quite impressive and made his dick hard. They found the slave standing at the paddling frame with his ankles in position to be secured. He had gotten the Qiui electric paddle down from the wall and it was laying on a small table next to the framed bench.

Clifford said, “Trainee if, you will lean down and use the hard leather straps at the base of the center of the bench. The trick is to make them very tight, not so much it interferes with circulation. Just to be enough to be uncomfortable, fasten him up and then I will check them.”

“Yes Master Trainer.” He leaned down and began to fasten and buckle the straps up. When finished, the big man inspected his work. He had him tighten them down a bit more explaining why.

Slave Thomas had already laid over the bench and had both his hands extended downwards.

Master Clifford told his trainee, “Same with the wrists, I will check it as well. No worries you will be a pro at this in no time.”

Trainee-Henry went around and snugly secured him down, his friend was going nowhere. Clifford checked that as well, but he had gotten it right this time. Now to work on making his pleasure more important than the discomfort of his friend. He picked up the imposing electric paddle and came around and showed it to his Trainee, and how to activate it.

It hummed a little when on, it looked like kind of futuristic weapon one might see in something like, “The Terminator.”

The big man explained, “It’s just a hi-tech paddle that delivers an electric shock when you strike with it. The harder you paddle him, the more powerful of a shock up to a certain point. It will sting like hell, but the electricity will not be damaging. It has some voltage to it, but not enough amps to cause any real harm.”

He handed it to his Trainee and told him to get in a good position so he would have plenty of leverage. His Bitch-Trainee got into a good position, so he explained further,

“Now the ideal here is to paddle those ass cheeks, do not be afraid to put some strength behind the blows. When working with electricity and impact, every smack is going to cause his body to produce something called acetylcholine. This drastically cuts down on nerve cells firing. So, if not done right you are just like trying to put out of a sand trap if your goal is to inflict pain. The way around this is to alternate cheeks on each blow, and to wait a few seconds before beginning again. Got that?”

“Yes, Master Trainer, I understand.”

“He gets twent for this infraction, ten on each cheek, and lay it to him.” He leaned in closer and lowered his voice, “This will make that ass sore, but this one will love it. I will be here overseeing the first few times you do this. Oh, we will surely inflict pain, but safety first and take care of your equipment. Your slave is a tool to give you thrills and get you off and whatever else you want out of them. You own your slave so they are your equipment, you may begin.”

Henry had a weird sense of humor and could not help himself, and asked in his best Austrian accent, “Sarah Conner?”

It was kind of weird, paddling his best friend with an electric paddle the first few whaps. Yet, when that angry red ass materialized, Henry’s carnal desires took over. As the Master Trainer had said, he did not spare the horsepower. Strangely enough the slave made very little noise during this process. No matter, he got that ass beat for him twenty times. It made Henry feel in control and powerful, he was absolutely in charge here. Thomas was bound, helpless and had to take it, and he was hard as could be.

The Master Trainer said, “It’s best to leave him for ten or fifteen minutes bound to the bench. You want them to really feel that sting. I typically fuck him hard after a paddling, but I must meet my father for lunch. Feel free to fuck him after the cool down period you or someone else I train will be the only ones ever allowed. Under this roof anyway or unless something changes. Now do whatever you like with him, just use common sense.”

“Yes Master Trainer.”

Clifford departed up the stairs and was gone.

Henry was curious, he asked, “How did that feel?”

The slave was somewhat in a bind but answered anyway. “It stings and shocks like crazy, maybe I am weird or something, but I like it. Being controlled that way, at the mercy of how much pain you want to dish out. It still stings like crazy, and I will be sore, I like that too.”

His friend smiled, “I can see why he has such a high opinion of you. I hope I can find one as good as you. I really like this lifestyle; it makes me feel things I have never felt before. Good things.”

The slave said, “I am glad you like beating my ass, if we had just known this sooner.”

After twenty minutes he released the slave, looked around and found something interesting. It was a chair, mounted to the floor one could easily bind one in so they could barely move at all.

“Over here and sit in this chair slave.”

It didn’t take long to have Thomas securely bound, not able to move in the chair.

He leaned down and roughly kissed him for several minutes. The soap and paddling did not phase his kissing ability as he sucked hard on the Master Trainee’s tongue and rubbed his own energetically against it.

He finally pulled away and smiled at the slave as he reached in his pocket and took his set of keys to all the stuff locked on him. He got on his knees in front of him and unlocked the heavy-duty zapping cage and removed it. He looked up at the slave and told his friend, “Beg me to and if I like the sound of it, I will give you a blowjob. He said I could do anything I wanted to you. Now, he may not suck your dick, but I will if you beg for it.”

Thomas body flooded with heat, he said, “Oh, please Master Trainee... Henry, the Master is big on cum control. I will do anything you want or desire for that. Please I beg you to, I will say whatever you want me to say.”

Henry was still smiling big, “I wanted you to say something about like that bitch slave. Get ready for a nice and slow blowjob, no more jacking off in the shower dreaming about it. You are under my power now and will beg me so sweetly like that to do it.”

The Master Trainee, his friend Henry, leaned over and slowly took the slave’s cock into is mouth. He worked the head for a second with his tongue. Then began to slowly, almost tantrically slide the length of it in and out his mouth and down in his throat. He green eyes never left the helpless slave’s as he very slowly worked it.

Out of reflex, Slave Thomas, wanted so badly to reach down with his hands and quicken the pace. He was helpless as Henry, oh, so slowly worked his head and shaft. Thomas wanted release, but the budding Master would be controlling the pace of that.

He got his first taste of precum from the bound slave. He thought, ‘Not so fast my helpless friend, we are going to be at this for a while, slave.’

Henry was into mostly topping now, but he had wanted to do this for so long. Having him completely secured so, he could go very slowly only made it better. No matter how long this took, the slave had absolutely no choice about it. He grinned again as he continued to work it at almost a snail’s pace. This was power to, he was going to swallow his load, but it didn’t have to go that way if he decided. He could do this for a while, get him close, then stop and squeeze his balls to make it shrink back down. Then just lock his cage back on him, he was in complete control here.

Even as deprived as big Clifford kept Thomas, it still took a little over thirty minutes before he began to feel the burn. Oh, he wanted this so badly being paddled had got him hot, and this, well this was like something from out of one of his fantasies. His eyes staring into his friend’s, as he continued to be slowly worked took on a pleading look.

The look in the slave’s eyes might have been one of the best things Henry had ever experienced. He was getting regular blasts of precum more frequently and knew he was close. Then the slave’s load began exploding into his mouth. He had built up quite a bit and the Master Trainee swallowed it all down, greedily. He had just lived one of his fantasies.

“Oh-My-Fucking-Hell!” Exclaimed the slave as he emptied himself into the Master Trainee’s mouth.

Henry got his first wave of smugness that having this kind of control over a hot thing like what was secured to this chair. Right in front of him, emptying his load into Henry’s mouth for all his worth. The Master Trainee knew this was only going to get better and better. Then finished sucking the helpless slave dry, even continued to induce port orgasmic torture. He knew the further he descended this rabbit hole, the more joys he would get to explore. He was going to continue to learn all he liked whatever fucking way he liked.