Page 8 of In the Heat of the Dungeon

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 prompting. 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.

Because of me.

He loved the idea that he had the power to make such a strong man literally weep with desire. He wanted to taste as much as he could, licking around the ridge of the cockhead, tickling the bundle of nerves underneath it, before tracing the shaft back down to the balls. Any part deserted by his mouth was covered by his hands. He stroked and jerked and squeezed in concert with what he did with his lips and teeth and tongue. As big as the balls were, he nevertheless sucked as much of them as he could into his mouth. His reward was a loud groan and a hard tug on his hair. The sting of it made his eyes water, but that was fine with him. He liked pain, craved it. It was perverse by his family’s account, yet Master Gage had taught him that it was perfectly normal—his orientation—and in the right hands, a gift. Cody had no doubt that Master Ford would treat him accordingly.

He might have kept this up for a long time, except he sensed an urgency in the man he’d both captured and had captured him in return. Now, both of Master Ford’s feet were on the floor and his legs closed in to bracket Cody. It didn’t feel like a trap, and it didn’t matter if it was. Cody wanted to be contained. When he reached farther to take the tip of the shaft inside his mouth, the Dom brought his feet closer to press against Cody’s ass. There was no going back, but that was okay. He didn’t want to stop. Instead, he took the large cock as far down his throat as he could manage. It was going to be impossible to swallow it all, yet he was determined to try.

The last thing he did was to inhale a big breath as he opened his throat. He kept working the erection with his tongue while sucking and swallowing. The grip on his hair tightened even more. Master Ford pressed Cody’s head, forcing more of his dick into Cody’s mouth. He gagged and choked from being impaled by the too-large shaft, but he couldn’t pull back, not with that hold keeping him down. He swallowed convulsively, tears running down his cheeks, his heartbeat drumming inside his ears. Just when his head started to swim from the lack of oxygen, Master Ford released the pressure, allowing Cody to take in another deep breath before he was shoved onto the dick once more.

He never stopped working the cock, trying to bring the man to climax. He braced himself with one hand on Master Ford’s hip, while he jerked the base of the cock with the other. The shaft swelled, his only warning, before it released a torrent of cum that blasted down his throat. He gagged even more, coughing and struggling. Master Ford held him in place, helping him to do the best job he could at making the man come. It was over far too soon and once the orgasm had subsided, Master Ford dropped his hand onto the couch. As he pulled back, Cody was careful to clean the dick with his tongue before sitting on his heels.

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