Page 11 of In the Heat of the Dungeon

Tucking the paddle under his arm, he made short work of securing the restraints around Cody’s ankles. He peered at the sub’s fingers. His knuckles were white from the effort to hold on. Obviously it had been a mistake to avoid confinement. Cody needed the aid and it was important for him to not be afraid of restraints. Ford couldn’t let the fear from what had nearly happened that day to fester.

“I’m going to shackle your wrists, too. You’ve done well, but you need to stop worrying about it if you’re going to relax.”

“Thank you, Sir.” The relief was obvious, and it reinforced in Ford that he had to stop asking Cody to make decisions. The sub had given his blanket consent and he knew how to take it back any time he wanted. From now on, Ford would do what he believed to be right and trust Cody to know his own mind.

With the sub properly secured, Ford returned to the beating. He showered the boy’s ass with blows, delighting in the quick way the skin pinked, then reddened. The steady beat of thwack made his blood sing. He was careful not to use the kind of strength that would lead to bruises, although he wanted to. Oh, how he did. The desire to mark this boy was bone-deep and hard to resist. Long minutes in, he could tell by the lax muscles and even breathing that Cody was deep into subspace.

And the sub wasn’t the only one achieving the unique high that BDSM play could provide. With each swing of his arm, Ford’s own focus narrowed to that one task. Soon, he was riding topspace—energized, totally in the zone. His cock strained against its loose confinement and his balls tingled with the renewed demand for release. Ignoring his own needs was easy while controlling a scene, because now it was all about Cody—what was best for him, how to bring him pleasure. Sacrifice was second nature to a Dom, and here in this room, that’s what he was. Being a mere man was of no importance.

The power was a rush and it made him more determined to play this scene to Cody’s greatest benefit. It ended with the boy’s ass cherry-red and hot to the touch. As the Dom, Ford had to stay in the moment and know when it was time to stop. Deep as he was in subspace, Cody was too lost to make any rational decisions. Ford rubbed his hand over the skin, admiring his handiwork and enjoying the boneless way Cody lay draped over the bench. He’d accomplished what he’d intended, and it could end there, except that would be a job half-finished in his estimation. And given his years as a Dom, he had to trust his instincts as much as Cody seemed to.

He stripped off his clothing as he went to put away the paddle and grab a condom and lube. Cody didn’t move a muscle, and there was little indication that he was aware of what Ford intended as he placed himself between the boy’s legs. Unbuckling the waist strap of the butt plug, he played with the bulbous part embedded in Cody’s red ass. Out a bit and back in again, he twisted it to stimulate the puckered ring gripping it and stroke the boy’s prostate. A pretty little groan told him he was having the right effect. When he tired of that foreplay, he pulled it out and let it hang down, replacing it with a couple of slicked fingers.

He took his time with every move, manually fucking the tight channel to make sure it was prepped for his large dick. On the out-stroke, he crooked his fingers to scrape along the walnut-sized ridges that telegraphed the prostate. Cody moaned and clenched his hole. Ford kept at it for a few seconds more, stretching the hole into pliancy. There was plenty of opportunity for Cody to use his safeword. He didn’t, and given his prior consent, Ford didn’t expect him to.

When Ford couldn’t wait any longer, he covered his aching cock and pressed the head against Cody’s hole. He waited a few seconds more, just to be sure, before slowly pushing it in. He was in no rush and reveled in the exquisite pleasure of each and every inch of his dick being encased in Cody’s velvety heat. Bottoming out, he rubbed his pelvis against the sub’s sore ass, enjoying the warmth against his own skin. Then he began to drill it with strokes that went farther and got faster with each pass. Soon, he was pounding into the boy with a ferocity that gave vent to how long it had been for him to fuck anyone, as well as how much he wanted to fuck this sub in particular. White marks popped up on the boy’s skin from the grip of Ford’s fingers as he used the sub’s slender hips for leverage. He gritted his teeth with the effort to repress the urge to come too quickly.

Wanting more and sensing Cody needed it as well, he drove balls-deep inside the boy before bending over to unbuckle his wrists. Then wrapping his arm around the boy’s chest, he hauled Cody up against his own torso. Now, he could fuck him and have access to his nipples. He pinched and twisted one hard nub with thumb and forefinger while cupping his other hand around the sub’s throat. He held it there while he continued to drill that sweet ass, letting Cody know that he could still utter an objection even though breath play hadn’t been a hard limit for him. When again, none came, he put the slightest of pressure on the sub’s neck. Cody’s head dropped against Ford’s collarbone in obvious surrender, and that show of trust sent Ford flying—a hard, fast ride. He increased the pressure until the sub started to fight his hold from lack of oxygen. Cody clenched his hole right before Ford eased his grip.

That was Ford’s undoing. He let out an unbridled roar as the orgasm ripped through him. His vision dimmed as if he were the one in a chokehold. The climax nearly made his knees buckle. He pinched Cody’s nipple while letting go of his neck entirely. The boy yipped with the pain, then slumped against him, his breaths coming out in harsh pants. As the orgasm receded and sanity returned, he held the boy tightly. Using a fistful of hair, he turned Cody’s head to dip down and kiss him. He’d intended to make it light, reassuring. Instead, he devoured that mouth, fucking him with his tongue because his dick was too spent.

Eventually, he had to let them both up for air. He gave the sub a lazy smile. “I think we can both sleep now.”

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Cody woke to the pressure of something large stretching his hole. He smiled, knowing it was Master Ford. After the wonderful scene the Dom had led him through, he’d been carried into the man’s bed and tucked in beside him. Cody couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well. Far from resenting the sudden awakening, he pushed back to slide the dick in quicker. Ford groaned in his ear and reached around to clasp Cody’s cock. He’d forgotten that the Dom had liberated it before they’d fallen asleep. There’d been no orgasm for Cody, of course, but he hadn’t cared. The beating had left him limp and satiated. Knowing that he’d provided Master Ford with a willing vessel had been satisfaction enough.

Now though, his dick was hard, and he feared he’d come from the first few tugs. Master Ford wisely didn’t allow that. He strangled Cody’s cock at its base at the moment when he was on the verge of losing it. Doms were so clever, always knowing a sub’s weaknesses before they did. With a strong leg flung over Cody’s to anchor him, Master Ford drilled his ass with long, steady strokes. Each pass of that thick shaft sent sparks of pleasure. Cody couldn’t help moaning and trying to impale his ass on the dick when it receded.

“Steady, boy. I set the pace.” To emphasize the rebuke, Master Ford gripped Cody’s balls and tugged them down tautly.

Cody cried out and turned to bite the pillow. He fisted his hand that lay on the bed while clenching the Dom’s steely arm with his other one. The pain spiked as the man increased the pressure. It felt like his balls were going to be ripped off. Tears leaked past his closed eyes and he panted with the effort to maintain control. His need to come intensified with the mild torture. And suddenly he lost it, his dick swelling and jerking as he came. He convulsed and made a mewling sound, disappointed in himself, but the Master merely chuckled, his breath tickling Cody’s ear. Then the man slammed his dick in so deep that Cody swore he could feel it punch against his abdomen. He tightened his hole to give Master Ford an extra boost.

“Fuck yeah. That’s it, boy. Nice, tight hole, greedy for my dick.”

At a loss for words, Cody could only keep spasming his hole to milk the cock and cling to the large hand that was now coated with his cum.

It was over far too quickly, and he felt bereft when Master Ford pulled out. But the man took the time to turn him over and kiss him sweetly. Cody opened his eyes and stared at him. For once, he didn’t avert his gaze.

“Thank you.”

Master Ford’s expression softened. “For what?”

“Everything.” He wanted to say more, yet failed to find the right words.

“You never have to thank a Dom for taking care of you, Cody. It was entirely my pleasure and my honor.” He grimaced. “Now, it’s time to get up. Go take a shower while I fix breakfast.”

“Oh, let me do that.”

The man was already pulling away from him. “No, you’re my guest. I, ah, brought your backpack up. It’s on the chair in the corner over there. After we eat, I’ll take you to Gage.”

Master Ford disappeared into the attached bathroom, giving Cody a fleeting view of his muscular ass and long, hard legs. The reminder of Cody’s Dom, though, colored whatever joy lingered over their fucking. Guilt swamped him. He hadn’t thought of Master Gage once since entering Master Ford’s dungeon during the night. He knew he should be excited at seeing him, but a feeling of dread fell over him.

It didn’t abate as he showered and dressed in the one pair of jeans he possessed and the most modest tank top he had. He’d said terrible, accusatory things about Master Gage in a moment of vulnerable panic. Will Master Ford tell him? He wasn’t sure that would be such a bad thing. What he’d said had been true. Determined not to let his worries ruin what time he had left with someone as kind and giving as Master Ford, he went down to the kitchen with as much of a happy expression as he could muster. The sight of the man standing by the stove, cooking—for him—made both his heart and footstep stutter. He stood in the doorway and just looked, memorizing the way this Dom looked until he turned and noticed him.

With a brief smile, Master Ford gestured to the table. “Have a seat. It’s nearly ready.” He gave nothing away of what he was thinking or feeling, so Cody took his invitation as all he would get from the man at this point and did as he was told.

Breakfast was delicious—eggs, bacon and toast, not the usual cold cereal available in Master Gage’s house. It seemed as if Master Ford were trying to make the morning special for him. Maybe that was all his imagination because there was a tension in the air and once they were sitting and eating, Master Ford appeared out of sorts, brooding and quiet.

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