Page 4 of In the Heat of the Dungeon

Putting his hand on Cody’s hip to hold him in place, Ford worked the fingers of the other one to take hold of the dildo. He pulled it out—slowly, steadily—ostensibly to make it easier on the boy. Yet, there was no denying that he enjoyed the sight of how the boy’s hole grasped the length of rubber as it came out of his body. Whatever lube Gage had slathered on the toy, it had long been absorbed into the tissues of Cody’s ass. The surface of the dildo tugged the pink flesh of Cody’s channel. The boy moaned even more loudly and tried to push back, as if his ass wanted to chase that long, thick dildo and reclaim it. As tempting as the idea was, Ford pressed down to keep Cody from moving. The kid had been ridden hard enough for one day.

As the head of the dildo popped free, Cody’s hole remained wide and loose for a few seconds, winking at Ford as it adjusted to its new emptiness. Ford’s dick jerked with his sudden desire to replace the rubber toy with his cock. He knew that as big as the thing had been, his dick was thicker. Cody’s ass would still encase it in tight, wet heat if he gave in to the urge. All he had to do was ask, and he was willing to bet that the vulnerable boy would agree to anything he wanted.

Which was exactly why he wouldn’t. He was not a predator.

A short whimper told him that the sub was having a tough time still with everything. He’d had too much confinement and time to get lost inside his own head, and in a bad way. The joy of subspace would have been replaced by confusion, and even fear, hours ago. Add the shock of Gage’s condition and the undoubted unease of being cared for by a stranger, and it was surprising that the kid wasn’t freaking out entirely. He kneaded Cody’s hip to offer what comfort he could, while looking around for a place to put the dildo. There was no sink, but a washbasin was nearby. He tossed the toy in with a three-point shot before turning his attention back to the sub.

A tremor ran through the boy’s body and a line of sweat trickled down his slender back to rest against the dimple right above his pert ass. It took all of Ford’s willpower not to trace that wet line with his finger—or his tongue. Instead, he rolled Cody onto his back then helped clear his face of the damp hair again clinging to it.

“Easy, baby. You’re doing fine. Good boy,” he added, because he sensed that the sub needed more affirmation.

Cody’s lips quivered and he clenched the sheet beneath him. Ford was about to ask him what was hurting him until his gaze landed on the boy’s cock cage. The whole area was soaking wet, Cody’s light, short pubic hair shiny with sweat. Knowing that the situation had become unhygienic, he reached for the lock. Another shiver racked Cody, but he stayed quiet and complacent. There was no budging the thing, not that he’d expected anything different.

“Where’s the key to this?”

“M-master wears it on a chain around his neck,” came the soft reply.

Ford closed his eyes briefly. “Of course, he does.” And he and Gage had been so consumed with the immediate need of freeing Cody, the key hadn’t occurred to either of them. “Well, there’s nothing for it.”

Ford rose from the side of the bed and went to peruse Gage’s collection of sharps. A small knife looked promising, so he brought it back and sat again. “I promise I won’t hurt you with this,” he said before using it to force the lock open.

Being a cheap restraint, it gave way easily. The moment Ford removed the plastic cage, Cody’s small, thin dick sprang to life. What it lacked in size, it made up for in delicate beauty. And score… The kid was uncut. Not even Ford could offer that rarity for his play partners. The reddened shaft stood straight and hard, the wet head peeking out from the stretched foreskin.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Cody sniffed in a quiet voice. “I can’t help it.”

“It’s all right, baby.” Ford ran his palm along the side of Cody’s face, sliding his thumb across the boy’s lips. “No one has that much control over himself. And you’ve had that giant dildo up your ass for hours. It’s no wonder your poor cock needs attention.”

He made up his mind about what to do in the space of one second and another. With his hand cupping Cody’s jaw, he clasped the boy’s dick with his other one. It jerked at his touch. The shaft was hot and pulsing with eagerness. The sub’s smooth balls were tucked snuggly against his body, undoubtedly aching with the need to empty. Ford wondered how long it had been since the boy had been permitted any release. He soon found out. A few tugs and Cody arched against his hold while cum pulsed out of his dick to coat Ford’s hand. It was over so quickly that it left Ford wondering if it had happened at all, except his fingers dripped with a stickiness that reminded him of how much they both really needed a shower.

Ford reluctantly let go of Cody and, after wiping his hand on the sheet, bent to scoop Cody once more into his arms. The boneless boy didn’t so much as twitch. Instead, he curled into Ford’s embrace in a show of trust that was humbling.

“Thank you for making me come, Sir.” The appreciation was said with such a sweetness that Ford instinctively held the boy tighter.

“Let’s get you washed,” was all he could say as he carried the sub out of the basement.

The main floor hadn’t gotten any cooler and the heat and humidity struck Ford like a slap in the face. He wasted no time in making his way to Gage’s bedroom. The place was neat as a pin, which had to be Cody’s doing. Gage was a total slob. The old bathroom held a narrow shower stall. Ford eyed the thing before putting Cody down on the toilet seat.

“Are you steady enough to sit unaided?” he asked, bringing his face close to the boy’s. The kid was funky from the heat and the orgasm, but it was the kind of musky scent that revved Ford’s cock. He knew he was even riper, and if they were in the middle of a scene, he would have used that as a form of dominance over his sub. But Cody wasn’t his boy and it was well past dinner time. He needed to get the boy clean then feed him before taking him to see Gage.

Ford hovered for a few seconds to make sure the kid wasn’t going to keel over before going to turn on the shower. He set the water to a warm temperature, then went to fetch Cody. The boy looked at him with wide eyes, yet said nothing when Ford hauled him to his feet and ushered him into the stall. There was no room for them both. That would have been true even if Ford had been a smaller guy. It was hard to imagine that Gage had enjoyed many playful showers with his sub without banging the hell out of his shoulders—not that it was in the least relevant, because there was no way Ford was going to strip out of his sweaty clothing to help Cody. With the rod he was currently throwing in his shorts, any big reveal would undoubtedly give the sub the wrong message. Besides, he didn’t have anything clean to put on afterward. His shower would have to wait.

In the end, he got the worst of everything, because Cody wasn’t steady enough to wash himself. So Ford stood outside the stall, leaning in to keep the boy upright while he used his free hand to scrub him clean as fast as possible. It reminded him of how he’d washed his childhood dog in the tub. The only difference being that Sadie had fought him every step of the way and made sure to soak him in retaliation. Cody was compliant, staying in any position Ford put him in, passively allowing his hair and body to be soaped and rinsed.

It would have been not only quick but clinical, if not for the almost instant hard-on that the boy’s cock achieved. That was even before Ford reached the crotch area. And when he turned Cody to clean his ass and hole, things ended in a predictable fashion. The second Ford inserted one finger to swirl away any remaining lube, Cody gasped and jerked forward. He might have banged his forehead against the tile but for Ford’s grasp. As it was, Ford had to rewash certain front parts again. Really, it was his own fault. He should have anticipated the reaction and started with the back first.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Once again, Cody was contrite over what he likely saw as failure. Worse, he kind of hunched in on himself as if he expected a physical rebuke.

That reaction made Ford mad. What the hell kind of training is Gage putting him through? “There’s no need to apologize. I promise you’re doing nothing wrong. Come on now. Let’s get you out and dressed.”

Ford reversed his efforts, putting Cody back on the toilet while also drying him with the piss-poor towels Gage had. Ford rubbed the boy down like he would have Sadie, and that comparison was really not helping. As far as Ford was concerned, his dog had been a beautiful creature inside and out and deserving of Ford’s care and protection. It wouldn’t do to think of Cody in those terms. He was not Ford’s boy.

When he deemed Cody sufficiently dry—and knowing that the heat would only allow that condition to last for so long—he hustled the boy into the bedroom. The sub seemed pretty steady, which meant that although Ford felt the impulse to carry him, it wasn’t really necessary anymore.

“I assume you sleep here with Master Gage?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good, then put on some clean clothes and join me in the kitchen. I’m going to rustle up some dinner.” He paused and stared hard at the boy. “You are okay on your own, right? If you need help, I want you to be honest with me about it.”

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