“I have to ask permission, Sir.”
It was on the tip of Ford’s tongue to say that the boy didn’t have to ‘Sir’ him to death, then decided it made his dick happy to hear it, so why not? “Where do you sleep?”
“On the floor at the end of Master’s bed—when he’s not fucking me or wants a blow job. Then I get to stay in the bed if I’ve done a good job.”
Ford’s cock jerked as he wondered how in the holy hell could Cody not do a good job? That mouth with the pussy-bow lips was made for sucking dick. And of course, he already knew what the kid’s ass felt like inside and out. Having him sleep in his bedroom would be pure torture, however. He’d never get any rest himself and the temptation to haul the kid in beside him would be overwhelming.
“You’re going to have to make do with my couch tonight,” he said more primly than he’d intended.
“Yes, Sir.”
Christ, now the sub sounded disappointed. The moment Gage was fully recovered from his injuries, Ford was going to beat the crap out of him. Shifting slightly in his chair, he quickly reached down to adjust his sleep pants. They were tented by his unruly dick but he figured the shirt covered it. He chugged his cold water in a desperate effort to cool his overheated body.
He stopped asking questions while he stuffed himself with his pizza in the hopes that a full stomach would make him too stuffed to think of sex. He inwardly snorted because…like that had ever happened… It was good to see Cody also eat half his pie before his slow movements indicated he was full. The kid was small, maybe five seven and a hundred and twenty pounds—sopping wet and fully dressed in wool clothing.
“You don’t have to eat any more if you don’t want to. I’m not trying to make you sick.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Cody worked on finishing his drink. He wiggled in his chair, much as Ford had done. There was only one reason for that.
Ford silently sighed, knowing that he couldn’t ignore the boy’s basic needs in the sex department any more than he could regarding other ones. “Your ass needs filling, doesn’t it?”
Cody gave him that Bambi look again. “I’m not used to it being empty, Sir. It feels funny, like something important is missing.”
My cock? Knock it off, sunshine!
Resigned to a more complicated evening than he’d hoped, Ford nodded. “When we’re done here, we’ll go to my dungeon and find a suitable plug.” Cody opened his mouth and closed it again quickly. “What is it?”
“M-may I please have a cock cage too, Sir? I don’t have a lot of control over my dick.”
Who the fuck does? “Sure. I’ve got something that will help with that.”
Relief flowed across the boy’s face. “Thank you, Sir.”
“No need for that. Taking care of you is my responsibility. In fact,” he added closing the empty box in front of him, “let’s get to that now. Unless you need the john first?” When Cody shook his head, Ford said, “Okay, follow me.”
* * * *
Ford considered himself a fortunate man. He had a great career going as a software engineer, where he set his own hours and made the kind of bank that allowed him to own a comfortable home in a quiet suburb of Boston. His income also made it easy to outfit a bedroom as a dungeon with soundproofing, padding and custom-made play equipment. As he led Cody into it, he felt a measure of pride. The sub stood wide-eyed in the doorway, taking it all in.
“It’s beautiful,” he said in a quiet voice.
“Thanks.” Ford ran his hand along the smooth cherry wood of the spanking bench he’d designed himself. “I’ve spent years planning this space out and adding to it when I can.”
Cody walked farther into the room, turning to look at everything. “Your sub is very lucky.”
“I don’t have one at the moment.” Leaning against the padded armrest, he watched Cody’s cheeks pink-up, despite the coolness of the room. The kid’s emotions were clearly written on his face. There seemed to be no guile in him.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Cody cupped his hand over his mouth the moment he’d said it.
Ford gave him a reassuring smile. “So am I. It’s no fun having a playroom without having a playmate. But, we’re here for a purpose.” He crooked his finger as he pushed away from the bench. “Come here and lower your shorts.”
He didn’t wait to see if the boy obeyed, being certain that he had. Instead, he went to the built-in shelving that held an assortment of cock cages. Given the current and predicted temperatures, his central air conditioning notwithstanding, he wanted something more breathable than the plastic thing Gage had used. Cody would be out of his house tomorrow and back into the heat. The thought sent a momentary pang through him, which he ruthlessly pushed aside. He concentrated on his assortment and went with a silicone-ring version that was adjustable to dick size, was effective and less likely to cause Cody’s groin to sweat. Bonus point—it had an attached butt plug. It was nothing crazy like the dildo Gage had used but was enough to stretch the kid’s hole and make him feel full.
Satisfied with his choice, he grabbed some lube, turned and his spit dried. Cody was indeed standing where he’d been directed and with his shorts pulled halfway down his thighs. The problem was that his lovely cock was also hard again. Ford’s palms itched with the desire to take him in hand again and make him come. Cody’s face was extra adorable when he climaxed.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m trying to be good.” The poor boy sounded miserable.
That was helpful, though. It reminded Ford of his duty. “No worries. I’ve got something to take care of that.”
One of the room’s amenities was a mini-fridge with a small freezer. He kept cold packs to soothe flesh when necessary. He took one out and, wrapping it in a hand towel, went over to the sub. It wasn’t necessary to tell Cody to clasp his hands behind his back. The boy did so the moment Ford arrived and he kept his legs shoulder-width apart as well. He really did have good form. No surprise. Gage was an exacting Dom, and obviously Cody was a studious learner.
Without any warning, he pressed the covered cold pack against the erection. Cody gasped and made an aborted attempt to move away before settling back into position. “Good boy.” Ford couldn’t help heaping praise on the kid. It was gratifying to play with someone disciplined and committed. Except, no, this wasn’t a scene. It was more medicinal than anything else.
The effect was quick, and tossing the pack away, Ford deftly covered Cody’s dick with the rings. He made the necessary adjustment to make sure that the confinement was only as much as necessary to prevent erections, not to punish. He secured the strap around the base of the cock and balls loosely as well. Then he squirted some lube on two fingers.
“Turn around and lean against the arm rest.”
When Cody complied, Ford used his foot to gently urge his legs farther apart. He gazed silently for a few seconds at that perfect ass and even ran his palm over the silky globes. It was almost more temptation than he could bear. Would it be so bad to use that lube to slick his cock and nudge it inside? All he had to do was ask and he’d bet anything the boy would agree. Except that would be taking advantage of the situation and there was no way to convince himself otherwise. Cody was vulnerable and in no position to give real consent at this point. Plus, as bad a Dom as Ford thought Gage had been with this kid, it was still true that Cody was his sub. Contract or no, it would be impolite to poach the man’s sub while he was unable to fight for him.
So he tamped down his unruly thoughts, covered the plug with lube and pushed it slowly into Cody’s hole to ease the passage. And if he flashed for a second on a vision of that being his dick, so what? He was only human, and it had been weeks since he’d fucked anyone. Even if he’d worked his way through a dozen subs in the last hour, his desire for this one would have been just as great.
God, I’m ridiculous.
He worked the plug in with more hurry than he’d wanted, but Cody didn’t seem to mind. His channel welcomed the plug with greed, sucking it in with little pro
mpting. Then there was a soft sigh and a visible relaxing of the boy’s shoulders. No doubt this made him happy—and that was all that mattered. That’s what he kept telling himself anyway.
Ford put distance between them, putting the towel and the pack in a basket for cleaning later, then wiping his fingers. “Pull those shorts up. We’ll, ah, watch the game that’s starting soon. The Sox are breaking my heart so far this season, but I’m an eternal optimist…” Once again, his spit dried because although Cody had obeyed the command, he’d failed to close the waistband. The jeans rode low on his hips and the tee wasn’t quite long enough. There was a swath of pale skin on display and all he could think of was what lay just below the zipper.
He coughed once. “Unless there’s something else you’d like to watch?”
“No, Sir. Master Gage loves and hates the Red Sox too.”
Ford had to chuckle at that, and in reaction, Cody treated him to a broad smile.
“Yeah, I know. Let’s go down to the living room. I could use a beer,” he added under his breath because damn, this was going to be one hell of a long night.
Chapter Four
Cody clenched his sphincter to experience the exquisite pleasure of the plug embedded in his ass. It wasn’t so big as to be uncomfortable, yet it managed to goose his prostate with every movement he made. His corralled dick appreciated the effort, trying as usual to stiffen and failing. It wasn’t as frustrating as it usually was. The pliable rings that encased his shaft held him in check without the sweaty confines of the plastic cage. Master Ford had chosen Cody’s chastity devices well. Of course, he had. In the few hours since he’d known the man, everything he’d done had been done with the greatest of care, leaving Cody feeling safe and even relaxed. The man had also given him leave to maintain the lifestyle he’d become accustomed to with Master Gage. There were no new rules to be learned. And that included the right to sit at the man’s feet, on the plush carpet, with his back braced by the plump couch, instead of having to endure sitting primly beside him. Because he’d screwed up the courage to ask Master Ford if he could strip, everything south of his waist was feeling quite breezy, too.
As they sat watching the interminable game—seriously, who likes boring old baseball?—the tension from earlier in the evening had evaporated. He was comfortably full, hydrated and blessedly cool inside Master Ford’s awesome home. It made for a nice change from Master Gage’s house, which had been hot of late. Not that Cody had the right to complain, and anything was better than the time he’d spent on the streets of Boston. Being dirty or cold or sweaty had been the least of it. He was lucky to have avoided the myriad dangers out there. His life as a sub was both fulfilling on a deeply personal level and a means to stay safe. He was acutely aware that he should be grateful for what he’d been given.
Not that Master Ford made him feel indebted in any way… Far from it. He’d been a consummate host as well as a supportive Dom. His relaxed attitude about Cody’s unplanned presence made it easy for Cody to feel welcome. If Cody’s bare ass on the nice carpet bothered the man, he didn’t show it. Master Ford seemed casual about his furniture and his whole home. It was neat and tidy, yet not fussy. It felt lived in. The Dom was lounging against the pillows of the couch with his feet on the coffee table as he nursed a cold beer.
When he’d first gotten the alcohol out, Cody had known some fear. He remembered too well how bad it could get with a drunk man. The way this one slowly consumed his drink, Cody could tell it wasn’t going to be like it had been with his father. By this time, with his favorite team down by a few runs, his old man would have been many beers in and getting worked up. Master Ford cursed a lot and yelled at the screen, but his tone held none of the fiery temper that Cody was used to.
He wasn’t afraid, and as Master Ford placed a new bottle of vitamin water on the table, he relaxed back against the couch again. Except he tilted to one side and bumped against Master Ford’s hard thigh. The man didn’t flinch or jerk away, didn’t register that contact at all, actually. Feeling emboldened, Cody pressed against the leg and eventually dared to rest his head on it. The sleep pants were soft, something comforting against his skin. The hardness of the muscles beneath the cloth simply made him feel safer. Master Ford was a big, strong man and someone that Cody could tell wasn’t going to use either of those things against him. If the Master been inclined to take advantage, there had been ample opportunity to do so in the amazing dungeon of his. Really, Cody had braced for the possibility of being invaded by what was clearly a large, thick cock when he’d bent over the spanking bench. It had been perversely disappointing when it hadn’t happened.
Those thoughts made him feel guilty. Master Gage was horribly hurt in the hospital and all his ungrateful sub could think of was another man’s dick. He should be ashamed of himself—and he was—except that part of him was kind of mad, too. Master Gage had left him alone and defenseless in his dungeon. What would have happened if he had been killed? What if there hadn’t been Master Ford to come rescue him?
He shuddered with the sudden horrible fear, thinking of what might have been. Master Ford put his hand on Cody’s head and murmured something unintelligible. It was soothing, though, and he carded his fingers slowly through Cody’s hair. The touch was light, almost possessive, but not too much so. It was delightful. Master Gage had sometimes petted him like a dog and ruffled his hair when he’d done well at a task or a command, but this was different somehow, gentle and sweet, seemingly detached and yet oddly familiar, romantic almost. It both relaxed and aroused him. He had to bite back a moan and worked to keep his breathing steady.
He took another bold chance, unusual for him, by wrapping his arm around the man’s lower leg and cuddling closer. No admonishment came. The stroking continued with only a minor hitch. The Dom said nothing, not even to the TV as the home team gave up two more runs in the bottom of the eighth. This game was almost lost, but the tension he could sense in the man he clutched wasn’t born from anger. With his recent experience, he could tell when another man was aroused. His nose twitched when he swore he could smell it. And while he couldn’t see it in his current position, the outline of Master Ford’s erection had been visible through the baggy pants and long tee. There was no question that he wanted Cody, and there was also little doubt that he wasn’t going to act on it.
He’s too honorable.
Cody belonged to Master Gage, contract or no. That’s how the man would see it, and it was true…to a point. Despite being desperate to be collared, Master Gage had insisted that Cody hadn’t earned that right. It was too soon in their relationship to take that step. And he got it. He did. It still played on his insecurities that he would never be someone worth loving. Maybe that was also true, given that he was here, cuddled against another man, thinking of his dick and how he might serve Master Ford. ‘Shameless…’ That was what his mother had once called him when he’d been caught kissing another boy. ‘Whore. Sinner. Good for nothing.’ Those words echoed in his head, although he wasn’t that frightened, confused boy anymore. He knew he had the ability to please a man, and he wanted to do that for Master Ford. The fact that it would bring him pleasure as well wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Is it?
If Master Ford wouldn’t make a move on him, perhaps it would be okay for Cody to do it. What could the man do except rebuff him? Maybe give him a dressing down? A spanking perhaps? No, no. His cock loved that idea way too much. This needed to be about Master Ford, not him. Whatever gratification he got had to be secondary to the effort to bring the man pleasure. It was the least he could do under the circumstances.
Anxious and excited, he turned his head to look at Master Ford, placing his other cheek on the thigh. The man’s hand stilled, then he flicked his gaze down at Cody. His expression was unreadable. He said nothing, however, when Cody tugged his leg to place his foot on the floor, neither did he resist. His stare didn’t waver as Cody ran his hand up the Master’s leg. He stopped right at the top of the thigh,
where the thick, hard shaft of the Dom’s dick could be felt. Cody didn’t dare look the guy in the eye, focusing on a point in the middle of his face. He waited for a few seconds before he slid his thumb along the shaft.
Master Ford sucked in a hard breath. His nostrils flared and still, he said nothing, did nothing to indicate that Cody was being too audacious. He kept that free hand on Cody’s head, not restricting nor guiding his actions, merely staying with his every movement. Emboldened, Cody continued, clasping the hard length through the cloth while turning to kneel between the man’s legs. He concentrated on feeling the outline of the dick through the pants, using both hands to hold it almost in its entirety. It was so long that he needed them both. When he pressed with his thumbnail under the ridge of Master Ford’s cockhead, the man grunted, and the shaft jerked.
Cody licked his lips in concentration as he slid that same thumb under the shirt and hooked it into the waistband of the Dom’s sleep pants. He tugged the cloth down enough to free the glans. It was slick with pre-cum, glistening and waiting for his now-hungry mouth. It took all his fingers and a bit of help from Master Ford to slide the top of the pants past the man’s ass in order to expose the entire cock and the big, tight balls beneath it. Now that he could see the naked glory of the Dom, his visions of what the man had to offer paled in comparison to the reality. Cody’s breath stuttered out with the surge of need that rocketed through him. He couldn’t keep the mewling sound from escaping him as he wet his lips and leaned over Master Ford’s lap.
He started slowly with those balls, tracing his mouth over the rough, hairy sac, sucking gently as he went. Each touch caused Master Ford’s breath to hitch and his hold on Cody’s hair tightened. He reveled in the obvious effect he was having and felt encouraged to take full liberties. He lapped his way up the shaft, bathing the taut skin with his tongue, worshiping it like the amazing treat that it was. A salty tang hit his taste buds each time he hit the glans, testament to how much and how long the man had been aroused.
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