Page 7 of In the Heat of the Dungeon

“Yes, Sir.”

Christ, now the sub sounded disappointed. The moment Gage was fully recovered from his injuries, Ford was going to beat the crap out of him. Shifting slightly in his chair, he quickly reached down to adjust his sleep pants. They were tented by his unruly dick but he figured the shirt covered it. He chugged his cold water in a desperate effort to cool his overheated body.

He stopped asking questions while he stuffed himself with his pizza in the hopes that a full stomach would make him too stuffed to think of sex. He inwardly snorted because…like that had ever happened… It was good to see Cody also eat half his pie before his slow movements indicated he was full. The kid was small, maybe five seven and a hundred and twenty pounds—sopping wet and fully dressed in wool clothing.

“You don’t have to eat any more if you don’t want to. I’m not trying to make you sick.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Cody worked on finishing his drink. He wiggled in his chair, much as Ford had done. There was only one reason for that.

Ford silently sighed, knowing that he couldn’t ignore the boy’s basic needs in the sex department any more than he could regarding other ones. “Your ass needs filling, doesn’t it?”

Cody gave him that Bambi look again. “I’m not used to it being empty, Sir. It feels funny, like something important is missing.”

My cock? Knock it off, sunshine!

Resigned to a more complicated evening than he’d hoped, Ford nodded. “When we’re done here, we’ll go to my dungeon and find a suitable plug.” Cody opened his mouth and closed it again quickly. “What is it?”

“M-may I please have a cock cage too, Sir? I don’t have a lot of control over my dick.”

Who the fuck does? “Sure. I’ve got something that will help with that.”

Relief flowed across the boy’s face. “Thank you, Sir.”

“No need for that. Taking care of you is my responsibility. In fact,” he added closing the empty box in front of him, “let’s get to that now. Unless you need the john first?” When Cody shook his head, Ford said, “Okay, follow me.”

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Ford considered himself a fortunate man. He had a great career going as a software engineer, where he set his own hours and made the kind of bank that allowed him to own a comfortable home in a quiet suburb of Boston. His income also made it easy to outfit a bedroom as a dungeon with soundproofing, padding and custom-made play equipment. As he led Cody into it, he felt a measure of pride. The sub stood wide-eyed in the doorway, taking it all in.

“It’s beautiful,” he said in a quiet voice.

“Thanks.” Ford ran his hand along the smooth cherry wood of the spanking bench he’d designed himself. “I’ve spent years planning this space out and adding to it when I can.”

Cody walked farther into the room, turning to look at everything. “Your sub is very lucky.”

“I don’t have one at the moment.” Leaning against the padded armrest, he watched Cody’s cheeks pink-up, despite the coolness of the room. The kid’s emotions were clearly written on his face. There seemed to be no guile in him.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Cody cupped his hand over his mouth the moment he’d said it.

Ford gave him a reassuring smile. “So am I. It’s no fun having a playroom without having a playmate. But, we’re here for a purpose.” He crooked his finger as he pushed away from the bench. “Come here and lower your shorts.”

He didn’t wait to see if the boy obeyed, being certain that he had. Instead, he went to the built-in shelving that held an assortment of cock cages. Given the current and predicted temperatures, his central air conditioning notwithstanding, he wanted something more breathable than the plastic thing Gage had used. Cody would be out of his house tomorrow and back into the heat. The thought sent a momentary pang through him, which he ruthlessly pushed aside. He concentrated on his assortment and went with a silicone-ring version that was adjustable to dick size, was effective and less likely to cause Cody’s groin to sweat. Bonus point—it had an attached butt plug. It was nothing crazy like the dildo Gage had used but was enough to stretch the kid’s hole and make him feel full.

Satisfied with his choice, he grabbed some lube, turned and his spit dried. Cody was indeed standing where he’d been directed and with his shorts pulled halfway down his thighs. The problem was that his lovely cock was also hard again. Ford’s palms itched with the desire to take him in hand again and make him come. Cody’s face was extra adorable when he climaxed.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m trying to be good.” The poor boy sounded miserable.

That was helpful, though. It reminded Ford of his duty. “No worries. I’ve got something to take care of that.”

One of the room’s amenities was a mini-fridge with a small freezer. He kept cold packs to soothe flesh when necessary. He took one out and, wrapping it in a hand towel, went over to the sub. It wasn’t necessary to tell Cody to clasp his hands behind his back. The boy did so the moment Ford arrived and he kept his legs shoulder-width apart as well. He really did have good form. No surprise. Gage was an exacting Dom, and obviously Cody was a studious learner.

Without any warning, he pressed the covered cold pack against the erection. Cody gasped and made an aborted attempt to move away before settling back into position. “Good boy.” Ford couldn’t help heaping praise on the kid. It was gratifying to play with someone disciplined and committed. Except, no, this wasn’t a scene. It was more medicinal than anything else.

The effect was quick, and tossing the pack away, Ford deftly covered Cody’s dick with the rings. He made the necessary adjustment to make sure that the confinement was only as much as necessary to prevent erections, not to punish. He secured the strap around the base of the cock and balls loosely as well. Then he squirted some lube on two fingers.

“Turn around and lean against the arm rest.”

When Cody complied, Ford used his foot to gently urge his legs farther apart. He gazed silently for a few seconds at that perfect ass and even ran his palm over the silky globes. It was almost more temptation than he could bear. Would it be so bad to use that lube to slick his cock and nudge it inside? All he had to do was ask and he’d bet anything the boy would agree. Except that would be taking advantage of the situation and there was no way to convince himself otherwise. Cody was vulnerable and in no position to give real consent at this point. Plus, as bad a Dom as Ford thought Gage had been with this kid, it was still true that Cody was his sub. Contract or no, it would be impolite to poach the man’s sub while he was unable to fight for him.

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