Page 6 of In the Heat of the Dungeon

Master Ford walked past a doorway as he spoke. Cody followed and found himself in a nice family room off the kitchen and opposite that morphed into a formal living room at the front of the house.

“Settle in and help yourself to the remote,” the man said before disappearing up the stairs to the second floor.

With the backpack still clutched to his chest, Cody sat on the edge of the big, sectional sofa and wondered with some trepidation as to exactly how he was supposed to ‘settle in’.

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Ford jerked his cock with a death grip, furious at it and himself for his lack of control. It was a good thing his T-shirt had been long enough to hide his constant hard-on, or poor Cody would have been getting an eyeful for the entire journey home. And Christ, wasn’t this completely crazy that he had Gage’s sub in his house—waiting for pizza, for fuck’s sake. He could picture the boy sitting on his sofa, that worn backpack clutched to his chest as if it would somehow keep him safe. The fact that the kid obviously was uncomfortable being with him should have been a boner-killer in itself. All these years he’d practiced as a Dom, Ford had always been careful to be non-threatening, to put subs at ease. Cody practically vibrated with tension and worry. Ford was damned if he knew what to do about it.

Well, getting off in the shower and forcing his dick into submission was a start. A cool shower, something that both cleaned and soothed his overheated body, should have been sufficient to deflate his shaft. As it hadn’t been, he resorted to the kind of self-gratification that embarrassed him. Sure, taking himself in hand at night with his favorite fantasies playing was fine. There was nothing wrong with a boost in getting to sleep. But this? Jerking off in the shower quickly and guiltily, as if he were afraid his mother would walk in on him? Pathetic. The images flitting across his brain, urging him on, weren’t harmless, either. This was no faceless fantasy. Everything involved Cody. Of course, it did. He pictured the way he’d found the boy, trussed prettily with his cock caged and his ass stuffed. The sheen of sweat coating his soft, creamy skin had only added to his allure. Ford had no problem picturing him in his own dungeon, bent over the spanking bench, his pert rump red from a fresh beating. He could still remember the velvety channel of the boy’s ass, tight and swollen, despite having been stretched by that enormous dildo. It took little effort to imagine the pleasure of sinking his cock balls-deep into that glorious, welcoming heat.

As Ford ripped the orgasm from his balls, he gritted his teeth and bit back the groan. He slammed one palm against the tiles to keep from keening over from the force of it all. His cum washed away quickly from the pulsing spray. If only his sense of weakness and temptation were as easily dealt with… Even with the climax, his dick didn’t entirely deflate. Shutting off the water, he grabbed a towel and rubbed his skin with brisk and brutal efficiency. He hissed as the cotton scoured his cock. Good enough for you. He threw on a longer—and baggy—T-shirt and loose sleep pants, although he held little hope that his dick would stay as hidden as he wanted. There was no point, however, in getting dressed for going out. The time on his phone told him it would be too late to visit Gage. Cody was Ford’s problem for the rest of the night.

That fact should have bothered him more than it did. He’s not my boy. Cody belonged to Gage and yet, there was no collar on the sub, and Ford was willing to bet there was no contract, either. And why the fuck did Gage leave the kid so utterly dependent? No food, no money, and from what Ford had seen of that backpack, not much in the way of belongings. If those way-too-short cut-offs and tight tee were any indication, Cody was completely destitute. He was wearing flip-flops, even. Not that Ford minded how the boy looked. The way the worn denim hugged his cute package was a total turn-on, as was the extent to which the fabric molded his ass. There was a lot of skin on display, too. As he hastened back down to his first floor, he looked forward to getting another look at his guest.

Cody wasn’t where he’d left him. There was, however, the distinct smell of pizza, and he followed it into the kitchen. The delivery boxes were on the table, plates and napkins laid out and a fetching sub was kneeling on the floor. His form was good—knees shoulder-width apart, hands clasped at the small of his straight back, chin up and eyes down. It was hard to say how long he’d been like that—a few minutes maybe—but he wasn’t fidgeting or wavering, just waiting patiently.

With a snap of his fingers, Ford said, “Up.” It only occurred to him a second later that he’d instinctively gone into command mode. Not my boy, he reminded himself again. Still, it was satisfying the way Cody gracefully got to his feet, keeping his submissive pose. “Sit down. I’ll get us both a bottle of vitamin water.” He headed to his fridge.

“Thank you, Sir. I wasn’t sure what you’d want.” Although the sub moved closer to a chair, he didn’t take a seat until Ford returned.

“When I say sit, I mean it. There’s no need to stand on formality at the moment.” He plunked himself down in front of the large pie and slid one of the bottles over to Cody.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t know the rules, but I promise I learn quickly.”

Figuring the kid was overwhelmed with everything, Ford took the time to place a slice of the smaller pizza on Cody’s plate before taking one of his own. “See? The thing is… There aren’t any rules between you and me. I’m not your Dom.” He bit into the slice, closed his eyes briefly from the sheer pleasure of the taste then continued. “You’re my house guest tonight. That’s all.”

The sub took a gratifyingly large bite of his own food, chewed then swallowed before commenting. “I understand, Sir. I’m just…not good left to my own devices.”

Ford took some time to make some headway on his dinner before remarking, “You’re new to the lifestyle, though, right? What did you do before you met Gage?”

“Survived.” Cody uncapped his water then took a sip.

That simple and heartbreaking answer caused Ford to pause. He killed time by wiping his mouth as he tried to think of what to say to that. “I remember Gage saying something about your living on the streets.” When Cody said nothing in response and simply kept eating, Ford added, “I suppose you and Gage are in a twenty-four-seven Master and slave relationship?” It made sense. Gage wasn’t a dilettante, and this kid was obviously unmoored without his Dom. “What does your contract say about daily living?”

Cody blinked at him with owlish eyes before lowering his gaze again. “I don’t have a contract with my Master, Sir. He said… He said that if I trusted him, we didn’t need that kind of thing.”

The answer didn’t surprise him. Ford said a whole bunch of bad words inside his head anyway but was careful not to voice them. He finished off a slice and took another, downing half in one bite. “Okay,” he said when his mouth was mostly empty again. “I mean, it’s not okay. Contracts are important.” He smiled reassuringly when Cody’s expression fell. “It’s not your fault, just a little disagreement between me and Gage about appropriate play habits. Anyway, it’s too late to visit Gage at the hospital, so you’re stuck with me for the night.”

“I’ll be good, Sir.”

That declaration, said with such raw sincerity, made Ford’s heart ache even more. It also pissed him off. God damn you, Gage. What the fuck have you been doing with this kid? He gave Cody a direct stare and said, “I have no doubt about that. We just have to figure out how to make you comfortable.” He polished off his second slice then reached for another. “Eat some more,” he ordered, as kindly as he could. The boy had barely finished his first one.

He waited until Cody had swallowed down more pizza before asking necessary questions. “Do you need permission to eat?” When Cody nodded, he added, “How about getting a drink?”

“Water only, Sir, at my discretion, unless my Master gives me something else.”

“Fine. We’ll eat together as we are now on the condition that if you feel hungry, you have to tell me. Understand?” Another nod. “What’s the story on bathroom breaks?”

“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.

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