(Diamonds are Forever Without 007)
NCAA football time had started up a new season, and today the state college everyone here supported was playing beginning at 12:30 P.M. So, the Master was sitting in his slave’s usual spot on one end of the couch. The Master Trainee, Henry was sitting on the other end. The slave Thomas had brought in two comfortable footstools and had placed them a little off center from the coffee table. He was currently alternating doing footwork for the Master and his Trainee. This way, it would not block the television or draw attention away from the game.
He was working one for a while, then trading places to work on the other one for a while. Master Clifford liked to have his feet worshipped occasionally but it was not one of his biggest kinks. Master Henry, on the other hand, really had learned to love it. As the slave worked, he was forced to crawl because the Master had set his necklace to crawl mode. The only thing he was wearing was his electric collar necklace, and his Qiui-Zap-Chastity-Belt.
The two Masters were setup good as the slave had made them a range of game day goodies to eat on. There was a large bowl of Chex Mix, some of his cheddar and sausage balls. He had made two good sized homemade pizzas which both Master’s after trying them had said they were fantastic.
So, his job was to follow instructions and see that each was always supplied with fresh beer. Master Clifford did not disable the collar, so when he went to get those, he had to take a few zaps as he grabbed the fresh beers and mugs. It was not a high setting and to Thomas it was more of an annoyance than painful. It was about ten minutes before kickoff. The slave was currently kneeling over a footstool. Giving Master Henry’s feet the tongue bathing of their life.
The slave was performing well, and Henry, watched the slave work almost in a daze. Thomas was nervous, Master had told him earlier today that the proprietor of the local fun-fun shop was coming by for three reasons; He would be piercing the slaves glans of his penis and inserting a stud piece of jewelry, for decoration and to identify his place. The other is that both the getting a tattoo on the inside or his thigh, high up that was a brand tattoo. He was also going to be getting tongue stud, but it had not come in yet. He would also be getting his left ear pieced he had assured his slave that Harry McMahan had a state license to do such and was very good at it. He would submit to it, thought it would be taxing, particularly the tattoo because of its location. The slave continued to work, thinking about it. He had never gotten a tattoo before or had a piercing, but it was going to happen now.
The Master addressed the slave, “Grab us a couple of cold ones before kickoff. Also, no talking during the game unless you just must bitch.”
As the slave, staying low to the floor, gathered up their empties and used mugs he headed, crawling into the kitchen, pushing the stuff on a rolling tray he pushed in front of him. Winston Churchill came to get some attention as he was low to the ground, once in the kitchen. He stopped and petted his lovely cat for a couple of minutes. His mind was spinning.
As he crawled on his hands and knees over to the beergerator, he pushed Winston slightly away. He did not want to touch him while getting zapped. He took a deep breath; this thing was annoying as shit, and he wanted to get the two beers and two fresh frosted mugs quickly. He quickly stood up and no sooner had the refrigerator compartment open that he got his with annoying zap1! That one may have been the strongest one, yet it was hardly in the horrible category.
He put those on the tray and got into the chest freezer with had a whole section for frosting mugs. Got two and got lit up again with a jolt of electricity, mostly running down the outside of his skin. He quickly thew the old cans in the sealed recycle barrel and put the old mugs in the drainer to deal with later. He almost made it back to the lower position but got a third zap of electricity. That thing certainly was persistent and the gyroscope in it was very accurate. He pushed his way back into the living room.
His Master said, “Slave set up Henry’s beer for him, crawl over here and set mine up and give my feet some work for a while.”
“Yes, Master.” He put Henry’s fresh mug beside him once he had opened a Michelob and poured its liquid contents into it. He crawled over and set the Master’ s Fosters up and crawled down and began to lovingly tongue bathe and worship his feet.
“Nice work, bitch and just in time for kickoff, Johnny-on-the-spot.”
“Mm?”
Master Clifford said, “You may speak slave.”
“I am just nervous about the piercings and tattoo Master, that is something I had never considered.”
Clifford leaned down and ran his hands through his luxurious hair. “It is okay my cute as can be slave. It just stings for a bit and requires a bit of aftercare, if it were too bad, I would not have you do it. Just wait till you see how cool it looks. Now be quiet so we can enjoy the game and take your slow time and suck on every one of my toes.”
Thomas got to work and really worked them hard. Drawing on all of skills he had learned. It was not his favorite either but if that is what they wanted, it was his place.
Their team broke a big play and scored a touchdown. “Fuck! It doesn’t get better than this, give him six. This bitch is redefining reality with his mouth and tongue. Oh, that feels so good you slutty bitch, keep up the good work.”
It went this way for the rest of the game, with the slave going to get the occasional beer for them and swapping out foot duty on each when told to do so.
Finally, later regulation time ran out on the game bringing it to an end. Their team won easily; it was a landslide of a victory.
The big man grabbed the iPad of fun and disabled the crawling mode on what Thomas now thought of as, ‘The Necklace of Irritation.’
“Damn I am horny as hell, but Harry is due in close to fifteen minutes, so it can wait. Get all this and in the kitchen straightened up quickly bitch.”
The naked slave except for his collar and chastity cage began carrying dirty dishes to the kitchen. Clifford and Henry discussed the finer points of the game and paid him no mind as he worked. He was fast and efficient and finished about the time the doorbell rang. He came back into the living room, was kind of hoping to be able to put at least some skimpy underwear on.
Master said, “Go answer it bitch, and let the old man cop a feel if he likes. He likes you a great deal, who wouldn’t? Go let him in and best behavior.”
Thomas smiled at him, “Always Master.”
He went and opened the door to Harry McMahan the one all referred to as dirty Harry, who had a good-sized case he had left on the porch. The man was not bad to probably be almost 60, he was dressed nicely and was wearing a white fedora style hat. He stepped inside after a second. Thomas always thought this part was so stupid but followed protocol.
He got down on one knee, “Good afternoon, Sir, welcome to our home.”
“That’s a good lad, stand up here and let me see what I am going to be working with.”
Thomas stood and the older man grabbed the chastity cage and shook it a bit. Thomas didn’t make a sound and let him do it. He wasn’t rough about it.
Harry said, “Pain lover, you don’t see those every day, so refreshing. Turnaround good for me young man, we will try and avoid all the pain we can.”
The slave complied and the old fun shop proprietor rubbed his ass good and then grabbed his ball sack from behind and he gently fondled them.
“You look like a billion bucks, have a nice cock and balls, and your skin tone is perfect. Grab the bag boy and carry it for me.”
“Yes, Sir.” He stood up and grabbed the bag from the porch, which was heavier than it looked. He closed the door and followed him to the living room.
They were all exchanging salutations as he arrived and sat that bag down.
Mater Clifford grabbed the bag and said, “Let’s go downstairs, shall we gentlemen. So, Harry were you able to get that I asked for?
As they all made their way down the staircase, “I sure did, got the head stud, and two earrings, black diamonds and set in platinum. Fucking expensive Clifford, more money for just those than most will pay out on slaves their whole lives. The one that sits for the head piercing has a small covering of plastic to keep it nice and smooth.”
In little time, the slave was strapped down nicely in the dental chair on his back. The straps and chin guard were pulled tighter than usual making sure he could not move at all. Dirty Harry was over at the sink cleaning his hands well in Hibiclens His gear on the table was all sealed in plastic and lying on a sterile field, he had placed them on after cleaning his hands well. He came over and sat down on the rolling stool.
He looked at the big man and said, “So we are going a glans piercing for the stud to show on top, piercing his left ear, and he gets the tattoos on his inner thigh?”
“That’s right Harry, just as we discussed.”
“Well, the cost on the glans stud was $58,000, the earring and it’s backup were $42,000 a piece, my labor will be $2,000. I believe that comes to a buck and two. The total will be $102,000, never seen you drop that kind of cash on one before. Your matching red set will be in next week sometime, that will be the same deal. I put a special order on the tongue stud, it will be along soon. Always a demand on the black diamonds, so it takes a few days.”
Henry and Thomas were speechless, $102,000, that was really something. Big Clifford had a stack of bills as Dirty Harry was funny about money and counted him out $102,000 and laid it beside the sterile field.
Dirty Harry pulled a white flat matt looking thing with a hole in it and laid it over the slave’s cock. He put some gloves on and rolled up closer to the slave,
“Now young man this looks spooky, it’s not as bad as you think. Plus, I am pretty good at it, been doing this a while. So, you okay with this, as I say not too bad.”
“Yes, Sir, I will be fine.”
With that the old man profusely cleaned the head of the slave cock with Chlorhexidine wipes. Took a long sharp piercing needle out of a sterile baggie. Took hold of the slave’s dick and found the right spot.
With that he poured a bit of lidocaine on a sterile sponge and laid it on the area he had to work. He left in on there for about five minutes and placed his needle. The Ideal was to take the needle and make a small T by going laterally through, without puncturing the urethra. The straight down to his lateral run, this way the stud could anchor in, this one had plenty of skin to work with before hitting the urethra.
“The lidocaine will help a little, but it is so innervated, no way you won’t get a bit of a sting. Take a deep breath and hold it, it does not take long.”
He began the procedure. It was fast, and upon completion he locked the platinum and black diamond stud into place, after wiping it again. It was very solidly into place it did look good.
Thomas had never felt anything like that before and was trying to figure out if he had liked it or not. It was not overly intense, just different to anything he had felt before.
Next was easy, he had a piercing gun set up he had plugged up and was already heated up. He swabbed the slave’s left earlobe with a Hibiclens wipe and then got the gun into the right place and suddenly...’Pop.’ he took another expensive looking box, broke the seal on that and took out a platinum earring with a good-sized black diamond in it. He put this through the hole and locked it into place and cleaned it with a Hibiclens wipe.
He sat back for a second, “He never even made a noise, have to say I have never seen that. Tough lad this one is, those big balls suite him well.”
He reached over and took out a big doughnut hole pillow and handed it to Clifford.
“I need him flipped over and restrained with unimpeded access to his ass. Use that pillow prevent him from having to lay on his cock. It would not damage him, but it would be senseless pain.”
Both the Master and the Trainee worked on getting him flipped over. Henry made sure his cock was in the center of the opening of the doughnut hole. They got him strapped back in finally and Dirty Harry, had his tattooing gear set up.
“So, what we are doing back here big man?”
Clifford replied, “This should be simple, I just want a small brand like tattoo on his inner thigh. It should say, ‘This Bitch Is Property OF Master CLIFFORD THORNTON.’ Do it up high on the most sensitive part of the thigh, where it is not easily seen, unless someone is examining, I will use one of these cuffed ropes hanging from the ceiling to elevate his leg so you can easily get to it.”
“You realize that is going to be quite painful, that inner thigh is sensitive.”
Thomas said, “If it’s not worse than you’ve done it should not be a problem, Sir.”
Clifford and Henry got the proper leg hoisted so Harry could easily get to it. He rolled over with his tattooing gun and got to work. He took his time and did a thoroughly good job. Then he covered it with a breathable bandage, this slave had still not made a sound. Remarkable.
Dirty Harry got his gear packed away and gave Clifford the extra earring. He put the money in the bag and did not bother to count it. Over the years Clifford had become one of his best customers and he was trustworthy. Clifford picked his bag up and they left so he could show him the exit. He told them they could keep the doughnut pillow, he always used new ones between customers.
Henry released his bonds and gently laid his raised leg back down. The slave sat up on the side of the chair. He had a dazed look on his face, and that cloudy look in his eyes.
“You okay Thomas?”
The slave said, “I am fine, I love people inflicting pain on me, but that tattoo on my inner thigh was about the limit.”
Henry went and got some stuff and a cup of water. The resident doctor in delectable evil tastes had provided some amox-clav antibiotic for prophylaxis to infection. Also, a small run of prednisone to keep the swelling down. He gave them over and watched his friend take the tablets and wash them down.
“He gave us some Percocet as well, but I know you don’t care much for pain medicine.”
“Nah, it upsets my stomach I am fine. Though, I would absolutely love a big mouthful of that cum of yours if you are game?”
Master Trainee Henry was standing in front of him almost immediately. Undoing his fly and pulling his shorts and underwear down. His hard cock flipped out and he smacked both sides of the slave’s face with it a few times.
“I can’t wait to have the one that they are going to put in my tongue done. They say if you know how to use a tongue stud it greatly enhances oral sex. That is on the way, that grade of black diamonds is extremely rare. They are made in a laboratory, apparently there is a demand for them.”
“Slave bitch.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Shut your mouth and suck me off, as in now.”
The slave leaned forward and took him inside his mouth and began to suck like crazy. He was sweating from the endorphins, and rather turned on.
Master Henry didn’t know any of this all he knew is that he had been suddenly transported to a universe where nothing but tight hot mouth, and tongue and a tight throat was inducing sheer pleasure to him. He reached up and put a hand on the back of the slave’s head to make sure he took it all on every slide.
Clifford had returned and gotten a high-quality video camera to record this. His slave was taking no prisoners, the endorphin rush had turned him on, and he was taking it out on his Trainee’s cock. He was pulling a high amount of suction and generating quite a bit of noise as he worked it.
“Oh fuck, you dirty little bitch, you really want a mouthful of my cum, don’t you?”
“Mm-Uhm-Hm.”
“That is the way a cock should be sucked bitch; you have the secret recipe. Oh, fuck, I am getting close, don’t stop till I tell you to.”
Clifford liked watching his slave work his Trainee so hard, Thomas Brody really was skilled at this and liked doing it. He was all his and even branded now, he also looked forward to his tongue stud arriving and getting it put in. Who knew what he would learn to do with that thing? He bet good money it would be good, and he would be the beneficiary of that.
“Oh, what you have sucked so hard for is here, swallow it all.”
Master Henry began blasting large amounts of his cum into his mouth. The slave loved it and swallowed as fast as he was shooting it.
“Oh, fuck yeah you cocksucker whore.”
The load was delivered, and the slave reached up and milked any leftover inside his shaft on into his mouth. He got it all swallowed down, quickly liked the head spotless and finally the Trainee pulled his pants and shorts back up and tucked everything away nice and neat.
Master Clifford stopped recording and licked his lips hungrily. He came over and handed the recorder to his Trainee, who took it and stood in front of his slave.
He looked down at his slave and said, “I am afraid you are not quite done, as of yet.”
The big man kicked his shoes off and removed his shorts and underwear. That large cock of his was hard and right in his slave’s face.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out, then stay still.”
The slave got in a perfect position, opened wide and stuck his tongue way out. The big man grabbed his cock by its big shaft.
“As soon as it comes in the next stud is going to be placed right about here.”
He took his massive cock and began slapping his slave’s tongued with the head of his cock. He was jerking just a little he wanted to give his slave a taste of precum.
Henry was recording all of this and had a nice angle. They had begun editing the videos they had been taking of using this slave and putting them on smut.com. His sexy friend getting his tongue smacked over and over, making a wet popping noise, had gotten quite the following. He had also become very popular on cbt.com. Henry grinned on that one, and wondered how many people had logged onto that site thinking it was cognitive behavior therapy .com. If they had, what a surprise that must be to some. The only thing that domain had to do with anything was ways to sound people, or all the various things one could do to induce pain in a slave masochist’s balls.
In a minute the Master got what he wanted and laid the head his cock down on slave’s tongue. A nice amount of precum had come out, and the big guy used to head of his cock to rub it in good.
“Yummy, yummy for your tummy isn’t it bitch?”
The slave licked it all clean, looked up at his master and swallowed it down.
He said, “Delicious Master, thank you. Use me to get yourself off, please Master.”
“Since you asked so nicely, I guess I can bitch. Though it really is a chore trying as you are a great deal of work.”
Big Clifford began stuffing his cock into his slave’s mouth. Slave Thomas remained perfectly still and began relaxing his throat for it. His big Master just kept going deeper and deeper and grabbed both sides of his slave’s head and grabbed his hair. He was careful to stay clean of the newly pierced ear. Finally, he had it all the say in as far as it would go and held it in place, with a tight grip on his slave’s head and hair.
“You did well in taking those piercings, and tattoo as you did. Now, whenever you are used, they will know you belong to me. You are getting better at this as well you can easily hold it for three minutes and show no signs of doing it. You have pleased me today, like the good cum guzzling whore you are. You live to please me don’t you bitch?”
Slave Thomas was not even able to make a noise with his Master’s big cock down this far in his throat. He just looked up at him and made eye contact and lightly shook his head to indicate yes.
At the three-minute mark, big Clifford began to slide his dick in and out of his slave’s throat. He was holding his head so tight he bobbed it in rhythm to his thrusts. The slave timed it so as he pulled back, he could swallow down the thick saliva he was now making and able to get plenty of air. The big man worked him this way for a few minutes, then pulled out. He adjusted the chair to be flat.
“Scoot the end and get on your back bitch, now. Henry, hand be a bottle of, ‘Gun Oil Lube.’
He moved down to the end of the chair facing his slave. Henry handed him a bottle of the lube and he squirted some on his big cock. Then he wrapped one of his if hands on that cock and slid his hand up and down it a couple of times quickly, dispersing the lube. He reached down and lifted his slave’s legs slowly he didn’t want to irritate the newly placed tattoo. He got him as he wanted him but went slowly.
He got his cock started in him and leaned over him, so his face was just above him. They locked eyes as he slowly drove all the way inside his slave, he finally got it all in.
“Incoming.”
Slave Thomas opened his mouth wide, and the big man began fucking him and spit it full. He watched as he swallowed it and picked up some speed. The chair was creaking a bit every time he drove it home and he started going fast and hard.
Henry had got down on one knee behind them so he could tape the big guys dick pumping in and out of the slave’s ass.
Clifford worked him for a while and then he went balls deep and moaned and cum started shooting out of his cock. He looked back down into his slave’s eyes as his cock pumped cum time and time again deep up inside him.
“There is another cum deposit for you cocksucker.”
He finished and pulled out, and the slave needed no instruction. He got off the chair on his knees and licked him good and clean. He was slow to not make it too sensitive, he did it just right.
Henry stopped taping and put the camera down and put the lube back where it went.
“Slave, up in the bed with you as you will be sore for a bit. You give him his first doses of Amox-Clav, and Prednisone Henry, I can guarantee you turned the pain stuff down?”
“I did, Sir.”
“Then in the bed slave, me or Henry will pick some food up when it’s time. You must take it easy for a day or so, hit it.”
“Yes Master.”
As Thomas climbed the stairs, it was already sore some. He liked it, but knew he had to avoid infection. He could sleep for a change during the day. As he climbed, the nice black diamond stud in the top of his cock, caught the light and glinted. It was going to be a glimmery future.
