Page 10 of In the Heat of the Dungeon

He pulled the backpack from the boy’s arms and placed it beside them. Cody gave token resistance. “Don’t worry. It will be safe here.”

“It’s all I have,” the kid confessed.

“I figured as much. I promise not to touch it.” He stood, holding Cody, much as he had most of the day. The boy weighed next to nothing and fit as if he’d been molded to live within Ford’s arms.

Cody blinked back his tears. “Where are we going?”

“To my dungeon. I misread how badly you were affected by what happened today. You need rest and sleep, and that’s obviously not happening simply from a shower, food or even choking on my cock. You need to spend time in subspace. Unless you object,” he added, nearly holding his breath waiting for a response.

Cody simply sighed while clinging to him.

That was all the answer Ford needed.

Chapter Five

Ford used the small amount of time he had during his journey upstairs to formulate a plan. Nothing elaborate was needed. A simple paddling would do the trick. He considered letting the sub pick the instrument of pain but discarded that idea immediately. Cody was in an extreme emotional state. The last thing he could tolerate was making decisions. If the boy had a hard limit on what Ford picked, that would be different, naturally. The one other matter he had to decide on was whether he’d fuck the sub as part of the scene. His cock said yes. No surprise there. It had gotten over its pity for the crying boy on the couch and was raring to go with the sub being carried into the dungeon. Sex was a great way to end a scene, no doubt about it. Ford just wasn’t convinced that he could justify it under the circumstances.

He set Cody on his feet by the spanking bench and held him by the shoulders. “I want you to kneel so that I can paddle your sweet ass to a rosy red. Given how your day has gone, I’m not going to buckle you down. Do you think you can hold the position on your own?”

Cody nodded his tear-streaked face. “Yes, Sir. I’ll be good.”

“Excellent. Now, before we get started, what are your hard limits?”

“I don’t have any, Sir.”

“Cody… Giving me an answer that you think I want to hear instead of the truth is the one thing you can do that pisses me off.”

The sub sniffed once before saying, “Blood, Sir. I don’t like sharps.”

“Understood. That’s more than tonight warrants anyway.” Going for broke, he introduced the idea of sex. “What about fucking? I know you belong to Master Gage… I’m not trying to take advantage of this situation.” He didn’t follow through on an elaborate question or explanation because he didn’t want to stress the boy, but he needed to be sure of consent for everything he might introduce into their play. He held his breath as he waited for a response.

Cody lifted his pretty eyes to stare at him directly as he answered, “Whatever you decide, Sir, is okay with me. I trust you and…I like you.” He finished the sentence in a quiet voice before lowering his gaze.

Ford exhaled in a silent rush. “And what’s your safeword? I know,” he added before the sub could say, “that Master Gage doesn’t use them. You’re in my dungeon now, and I do. To make this simple, say ‘yellow’ if you need me to slow down or pause, and ‘red’ is for stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” The boy’s voice already sounded stronger. This had been the right call.

“Good boy. Get into position.”

He didn’t wait to see if he was being obeyed. He knew he was. So he went to peruse his collection of paddles and picked one that was basically used for Ping-Pong. The grip fit his hand perfectly and the rubber coating added a nice sting. When he returned, Cody was in position, his legs spread and his face in the cradle. He clutched the padded arm rests with his fingers. Ford really wanted to use the wrist and ankle cuffs, because the sight of a boy shackled was a major turn-on for him. Then again, it didn’t seem possible that his dick could be any harder.

He swatted his thigh, enjoying the way the sound made Cody jerk. He felt a little silly playing in his sleepwear, but this was for the boy’s sake, and who was he trying to impress anyway?

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Standing to the boy’s side, Ford started slowly, rubbing his palm down Cody’s back, using his fingertips to trace every vertebra. It was always good to start a scene by gentling the sub. It got him in the right frame of mind, as well. He circled the pert rump on display for his pleasure, raising the hairs on Cody’s skin with the light play. He even pressed on the butt plug and was rewarded with a low moan and a bit of a wiggle. He slapped the ass sharply.

“Stay still. You only get as much pleasure as I choose to give you.” With that warning, he began.

At first, the smacks were little more than taps. He used an upward motion to catch the meat of the ass cheeks, alternating between one and the other. Rather than changing the rhythm to force the boy to stay in the present, he kept it steady. The goal was to send Cody into the place deep inside his mind where worries drifted away, and he could float. As Ford kept to a slow pace, Cody’s legs became restless. They didn’t leave their padded bench supports, but they were getting close to it.

Ford gave a hard whack. “Watch those legs, boy!”

“I’m sorry, Sir. Can you please shackle them? I’m not strong enough.”

Ford placed his hand on the small of the sub’s back. “You are more than you know, but I’ll help you.”

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