Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2017 09:30:25 -0700
From: Kirk McCorkle <avunculous@gmail.com>
Subject: Master Cody, Part 4

Part 4
Cody's Footprints

by Kirk McCorkle

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All Kevin could smell was Cody's sneaker, all he could taste were Cody's
socks, and all he could hear was Cody's voice in his ears calmly and firmly
urging him to obey Cody in all things. He couldn't see, because of the Ace
bandage that was binding the Nike and the headphones to his head. He
couldn't move because of the ropes that secured him to the old lounge
chair. The clothespins on his nipples were a constant, maddening ache. And
he couldn't think straight because his cock was locked up in a metal
chastity device and Cody had secured a vibrator to it.

"Master Cody owns you. You live for the smell of Master Cody's feet. You
want to make your Master happy. When you smell Master Cody's feet, your
cock gets hard. Master Cody will take care of you. Master Cody makes you
feel safe. You can trust Master Cody..."

From what Kevin could tell, Cody had been recording little sound bites for
the past few days. The background noise was different from clip to clip. In
the one that told him that licking Master Cody's feet was a privilege, he
could tell Cody had been on the bus. Kevin was pretty sure that this wasn't
how hypnosis worked, and that Cody was just playing games. But his Master's
voice was masculine and deep, and he sank into the cushions, breathing in
through the sneaker on his face.

Kevin wasn't sure exactly how long this went on. He might have fallen
asleep for a bit, because he suddenly became aware that Cody's hands were
touching his chest and his arms, and he wasn't sure when that had started.
Cody, or at least he hoped it was Cody, was rubbing his abs, his chest,
running his fingers gently over Kevin's ribs.

"There's nowhere you'd rather be than at Master Cody's feet. When Master
Cody is happy, that makes you happy. You are Master Cody's favorite pet..."

Cody's hands were on Kevin's thighs now, rubbing, tickling subtly, moving
inexorably towards Kevin's crotch. Kevin moaned into Cody's sneaker as his
trapped cock struggled to get hard in its vibrating cage. Kevin was hoping
that Cody would let him cum in the chastity device again. That would be
better than nothing.

But when Cody's hands had worked their way up his legs, Kevin felt him
fiddling with the chastity device. Then, to Kevin's great relief and
amazement, Cody was pulling the cage off of his cock, and his
long-frustrated manhood was finally free to reach for the sky. Kevin tensed
in his bonds as Cody started stroking his cock delicately with his
fingertips.

"You feel grateful to Master Cody for letting you serve him. The taste of
your Master's feet is the taste of sex. It makes you happy when Master Cody
tells you what to do..."

Cody was stroking his cock now, and his other hand was wandering Kevin's
chest, tweaking the clothespins on his nipples, stroking his legs. Cody's
hand on Kevin's cock was stroking him firmly, but refused to establish any
rhythm. Cody would give him a couple of rubs and then just hold Kevin's
cock firmly. Kevin felt like he was just on the verge of cumming, and it
looked like Cody wanted to keep him there as long as possible.

"Master Cody will take care of you. You are proud to wear Master Cody's
collar. Serving Master Cody makes you happy..."

With the taste and the texture of Cody's socks in his mouth, and the smell
of his sneaker filling Kevin's head, Cody's calm voice in his ears, Kevin
found himself wanting to believe his new Master. Maybe it was time to focus
on someone else, instead of living for himself like he had been. Cody
needed a break, after all. He seemed like a good kid. He smelled good,
anyway.

Cody had taken a two-handed grip on Kevin's cock and was pumping it slowly,
maddeningly. Kevin couldn't even bring himself to squirm anymore, he just
sank into the chair cushions. He couldn't help but let out a little whimper
now and then as Cody continued to torment his desperate cock.

"Master Cody wants you to be happy. You feel safe around Master Cody. You
long for the taste of Master Cody's cum..."

Kevin did long to have Cody's cock in his mouth, he longed to feel the cum
shoot hot and warm against his tongue. Cody was stroking him steadily now,
not quickly but deliberately, the palm of one hand playing against Kevin's
cockhead. Kevin felt his long-denied orgasm approaching, and felt an
overwhelming wave of gratitude towards his Master.

"Doing things for Master Cody makes you happy. Being under Master Cody's
feet is a privilege. You are Master Cody's favorite pet..."

His Master's hands were still working at him slowly, deliberately, as
Kevin's balls tightened up to him and his cock grew even harder, impossible
as that seemed. Just as he started to feel the approaching wave of orgasm,
Cody quickly pulled the clothespin from Kevin's right nipple.

The sudden pain distracted the hell out of Kevin for a minute as he yelped
through the socks in his mouth and squirmed against his ropes. Cody's hands
kept working his cock, though, so even though his orgasm had receded
Kevin's cock stayed hard and ready. Kevin whimpered.

"Just being near Master Cody makes you happy. You worship Master Cody.
Master Cody owns you..."

Almost imperceptibly, Cody started picking up the tempo of his strokes.
Kevin was inching back towards orgasm, but this time he was completely
aware of the clothespin still on his left nipple. The closer he got to
cumming, the more scared he was of the moment Cody pulled it off of him.

"You long to feel Master Cody's cock inside you. Your ass belongs to Master
Cody. The taste of your Master's feet is the taste of sex. You live to
serve Master Cody..."

Cody never varied his rhythm, he just kept pumping Kevin's cock firmly and
deliberately as Kevin got closer and closer to cumming. Kevin felt his
orgasm reach the point of no return, and he breathed deeply of Cody's foot
sweat, licked at the rough cotton of his Master's socks in his mouth, and
felt the surge of his climax crest. Cum started jetting out of his cock.
And just at that moment, Cody yanked the clothespin off of Kevin's nipple.

Kevin screamed into Cody's socks as the pain collided with his orgasm, and
for a second he couldn't tell the two apart. What had been a normal orgasm
turned instantly into something fierce, savage, animal. He thrashed in his
bonds as his cum blasted out of his cock. Cody kept pumping his cock until
the last of Kevin's seed dribbled out, and then he gently let it go.

"Master Cody makes you feel safe. You live to worship Master Cody's feet.
Master Cody owns you..."

Kevin felt the ropes around his wrists being untied, then the bandage
holding the headphones and the Nike to his face was unwound. Kevin took a
deep breath through his nose before Cody took it off of him, and he held it
a while.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I think I got some on the chair," Cody said.

Kevin blinked at him.

Cody finished untying all the ropes, and then took the gag out of Kevin's
mouth. "You okay?"

Kevin nodded, still trying to figure out how to talk again. "Uh.. yeah.
Yeah. I'm okay, Master."

"That wasn't too long or anything? Your hands are okay?"

Kevin rubbed his wrists. There were rope marks, but not deep ones. "Nah, my
hands feel fine. Sir."

"Let me see." Cody took Kevin's hand in his, turned it over and looked at
the damage. Just the feeling of Cody's hands on his made Kevin's cock
twitch.

After checking both his hands, Cody seemed satisfied. "Good. Gotta keep my
slave in good shape. Okay, let's get this mess cleaned up."

They got the ropes put away, and Kevin made a mostly-successful attempt at
getting his cum out of the chair cushion. He made a mental note to get a
new chair someday.

It took a while, but after leafing through Amazon Prime selections they
settled on watching Buffy The Vampire Slayer, on the grounds that neither
of them had seen it yet, and Joss Whedon. Kevin got them a couple of beers
and a bag of Doritos, and came back into the living room to find Cody
lounging on the couch. Kevin went to sit at Cody's feet, but Cody smiled
and patted the couch beside him.

Kevin sat, and Cody put his arm around Kevin's shoulders.

About halfway through the first episode, Kevin realized that Cody really
did make him feel safe. For the first time in longer than he could
remember, he wasn't worried about anything.

Kevin lay down on the couch and put his head in his Master's lap. Cody
stroked his hair, and occasionally tickled his ears or his chin.

They made it through three episodes before they got too tired to keep binge
watching. They got ready for bed while talking about hellmouths and high
school, and for a few moments there it felt like they were a couple, just
getting ready to go to bed together. Right up until the point where Kevin
was naked except for his collar, standing in his room wondering if he was
going to be allowed to sleep in his bed that night.

Cody walked in, pulling his shirt off. Kevin was struck once again by how
beautiful his Master's body was, how the muscles of his back flowed
gracefully down towards his ass. That was followed immediately by the
intoxicating thought that he got to worship this young stud.

His Master flopped into bed and patted the covers next to him. "Come on,
boy. It's okay."

Kevin grinned shyly and climbed into bed.

Cody put his arm around Kevin and pulled him into a spooning position, with
Kevin as the little spoon. "Hit the light, would you?" Cody asked.

Kevin turned off the bedside light. "Goodnight, Master."

Cody tightened his arm around his slave. Kevin fell asleep that night in
his Master's arms, with his Master's half-hard cock nestled in his ass
crack. He'd never felt this kind of contentment, this feeling of safety. He
thought about it a moment, and he realized, just as he was about to fall
asleep, that for the first time in forever he was looking forward to
tomorrow morning.

When he woke up, though, it was early and he was alone. Kevin got up and
made his way blearily out to the kitchen. Cody had opened the blinds on the
big living room window and was looking out at the sunrise over the parking
lot. Kevin couldn't see his face.

"Hey," he said softly.

Cody turned quickly. For a second, Kevin saw fear in his eyes, real honest
terror. Then it was gone, instantly, and the Master he knew was back.

"Hey, good morning. Did I wake you up?" Cody asked.

"No, no. It's really early. Come back to bed."

"I'm not tired. I usually get up and work out about now."

"All right." Realizing that the situation called for coffee, Kevin started
for the kitchen. "Let me wake up a bit, and we can head to the gym. I can
bring a guest a few times."

"No shit?" The happiness in Cody's voice made Kevin smile despite the
ridiculous hour. "Awesome."

After regaining consciousness and getting some gear together for Cody,
Kevin was about to head out the door when Cody put his hand on Kevin's
shoulder. "Hang on. Aren't you forgetting something?"

Kevin's mind bounced from a kiss, to a blowjob, to kissing his Master's
sneakers, to his electric bill... "Master?"

Cody unbuckled Kevin's collar. "You don't have to wear this outside," he
said. Then he got an evil gleam in his eye. "Yet."

They headed downstairs.

"I figure we'll head to the mall afterward and grab breakfast, then get you
some clothes and stuff," Kevin said.

"I thought we were going to do thrift stores?" Cody was loping down the
stairs, obviously eager to get a workout in.

"I draw the line at thrift store underwear."

"Good policy."

On the way to the gym, Cody kept his Nikes up on Kevin's dashboard. Between
driving, making conversation with his Master, and trying not to stare
obsessively at Cody's feet, it was a wonder Kevin got them to the gym
without causing a pile-up.

Kevin signed Cody in, gave him a quick tour, and hit the locker room. Kevin
made nervous small talk, wondering if Cody was going to make him do
something humiliating, but Cody just got changed quickly and went to work
out.

For the next forty-five minutes, Kevin did his best to spend as much time
as he could checking out his sweaty Master while trying not to be obvious
about it. They spotted each other a couple of times, and exchanged some
small talk in between sets, and Kevin marveled at how much they seemed just
like ordinary buds, working out together.

That was shattered when Kevin was getting ready to do his first set of
squats and Cody said to him, conversationally, "If you don't do thirty reps
at this weight I'm going to beat your ass when we get home."

"What?" Kevin looked around quickly. There was no-one in earshot. "Master?"

"Thirty reps. Five sets." Cody grinned. "Or I beat your ass."

Kevin had been doing twenty reps in four sets. He looked at the barbell
dubiously.

"You want your ass to be nice for me, right?"

Kevin nodded, and got in position for his first set. Lifting the barbell
off the squat rack, he could already tell he was doomed. He'd just gone up
to this weight last week.

He did a solid set of six reps. When the barbell clanged back down on the
rack he looked over at Cody, who'd moved on to the lying leg press. Kevin
couldn't help staring at Cody's ass for a few seconds as it flexed mightily.

He shook his head, and focused on his next set. When his thirty second
break was up, he got himself lined up under the barbell.

By the third set, he was feeling pretty good about doing all thirty reps.
After all, he'd just cranked out eighteen reps with no problem.

Then he just barely made it to the end of the fourth set.

Cody wandered over to watch his last set. Kevin braced himself, got under
the bar, and lifted.

He cranked out three reps pretty easily. The fourth one was a struggle.

Kevin put everything he had into the fifth rep, and just barely managed to
power himself up to a standing position. But that's all that he had. He
dropped the barbell onto the rack way too loudly.

"How many was that?" Cody asked.

Kevin thought about lying for a moment. "Twenty-nine, Master."

Cody shook his head and went over to the leg press.

Kevin spent the rest of his workout pushing himself much harder than he
usually did. Partly he was mad at himself for falling short and earning an
ass beating, whatever that meant. But mostly his mind kept going over the
fact that Cody wanted his ass to look nice. Lately, Kevin had just been
working out because it was something he was used to, and out of a vague
sense that he should stay healthy. But now that he realized his Master
liked him to look good, Kevin threw everything he had into his routine.

Images of slaves in ancient Rome rowing galleys played in his head as he
did a set of lat pulldowns. Slaves were supposed to look like that,
muscular and hard. And Kevin wanted to be a good slave for Cody.

It was in the showers that Kevin realized how much he'd started thinking of
himself as Cody's slave. And that he was dreading what would happen in two
weeks when it was time for Cody to move out.

He washed the shampoo out of his hair. Was he ready for this? Full-time
slavery? It wasn't something he'd ever really considered seriously, it was
just a fantasy that sounded good when he was reading erotica or browsing
porn. Fun to think about, but to be at the whims of someone else,
completely, was unthinkable.

Unless the person in question was trustworthy, and kind, and kinky, and
considerate, like Master Cody was. Plus, seriously hot. With those abs,
that chest, that ass, who wouldn't want to give his life over to worshiping
at this young god's big sexy feet? Or was that sounding like the cheesy
brainwashing playlist that Cody had used on him the night before?

At which point, Kevin realized he had sprung full-on wood in the locker
room shower. He turned to face the wall immediately, and checked around
him. There were two other guys there in the open shower room, and both of
them were very deliberately not looking in his direction.

Thinking angrily unsexy thoughts at his dick didn't make it any less erect,
so Kevin decided he'd have to try a shamefaced retreat. He made a beeline
for the towel pegs, trying to keep his cock turned away from the other guys
in the shower room.

When Cody walked in. Of course. Kevin grabbed his towel as Cody looked at
Kevin's very obvious hardon, smiled and shook his head. Then he took his
towel off and went to go shower, which didn't help matters any.

Kevin wrapped his towel around him, hoped it would conceal his boner, and
ducked into the locker room.

"So you enjoyed your workout a lot, huh?" Cody said around a mouthful of
breakfast sandwich. The mall food court was sparsely populated, but the
Saturday crowds were beginning to file in.

Kevin poked at his pancakes with his fork. "Yeah."

"When that happens, you gotta own it. Just let your cock stand proud and
tall, throw your towel over your shoulder and say fuck it."

"I can see you doing that," Kevin said.

"I have." Cody mopped up the last of his ketchup with a hash brown patty.
"So where are we off to?"

"We'll hit a couple of places here, and then start the grand thrift store
tour," Kevin said. "Let me get a refill."

Just after leaving the food court, they passed a Foot Locker. Kevin, as
usual, had trouble passing it without staring.

"Hey, wait," Kevin said. "There's a sale on t-shirts."

"Oh, cool." Cody ducked into the store, and Kevin followed.

The endless racks of Nikes, Adidas, Pumas and Converse stretched out before
Kevin like a vision of paradise. He looked over at his Master, rummaging
through a table of folded t-shirts, and thought about what he'd look like
first in this pair of Nike Frees, and then that pair of Adidas high-tops.
Despite a nagging sense that he was being disloyal to his Master's Nikes,
which he'd become very fond of, he really wanted to see what Cody looked
like in some other kicks.

But then, why wonder? This is what savings accounts were for.

Kevin went up to his Master and quietly said, "Master, may I please buy you
a pair of sneakers?"

Cody looked up, surprised. "Hey, you've already done enough for me," he
said. "My sneakers will do for now."

"It's not a present for you, Master. It's for me. I really want to see you
in some of these."

Cody looked thoughtful for a moment. "Really? That will get you off?"

"Well, and doing other things to them. It's like I'm buying us a sex toy."
A referee-employee passed uncomfortably close just as Kevin said that last
part.

"Well, when you put it like that," Cody said, grinning.

It took them a while to find a pair that Cody liked wearing, and that Kevin
couldn't wait to lick, but eventually they ended up with a pair of Nike
Zoom Airs, high-top turf shoes. Kevin's cock was hard as he paid for them.

A whirlwind tour of thrift stores later, and they'd gotten Cody a wardrobe
that should serve him pretty well for job interviews and work, at least for
a while. They'd even come in pretty well under budget, so they were
exhausted but satisfied when they got back to the apartment.

Kevin unlocked the door, and had just turned the knob when Cody shoved him
full-force into the apartment. The bags he'd been carrying went flying, and
Kevin sprawled on his hands and knees on the carpet. Cody stalked in after
him and slammed the door.

"What the fuck?" Kevin said, trying to get up.

Cody put one foot on Kevin's ass and pushed him back down. "I told you your
ass was gonna get a beating, slave."

Cody grabbed Kevin by the back of his shirt and hauled him over to an
ottoman, then slung him over it. He knelt on Kevin's back, took one of his
Nikes off, and slammed it into Kevin's ass.

Kevin was shocked, and he yelled out, but then in a second he realized that
it didn't hurt all that much. When the second blow landed on the seat of
his jeans, he let out another yelp, but the third and fourth didn't get any
reaction out of him. Which was probably why Cody realized Kevin needed to
lose the jeans.

Cody stood, reached under Kevin and undid his pants, and pulled them down
to his ankles. Then he grabbed a piece of rope left over from last night's
bondage session and tied Kevin's hands behind his back. He knelt on Kevin's
back again, sneaker poised over his head.

"This is going to hurt you a lot more than it's going to hurt me," Cody
said. And he brought his sneaker down on Kevin's ass.

The sneaker against his jeans had hit with a muffled thud and a hint of
pain. Against his bare ass, it sounded and felt like Cody had broken a two
by four over him.

Kevin yowled. Cody slammed the sneaker into Kevin's ass again, and the yowl
turned into a scream.

"Jesus," Cody said. "Shut up."

He got off Kevin, pulled off his other sneaker and his socks, and stuffed
them in Kevin's mouth. He took off his belt, a military-style web belt, and
used it to secure the socks in Kevin's mouth. It also held his mouth wide
open.

Kevin tasted the familiar scent of his Master, and his already-hard cock
pulsed. He breathed in through his mouth, taking Cody's smell into him.

"I didn't change my socks after our workout," Cody said. "You're welcome."

Then Cody knelt beside Kevin, and Kevin felt his Master's hand on his cock.

"You cum, and I stop spanking you," Cody said, and started stroking Kevin's
cock. And then the sole of the sneaker thwacked across Kevin's ass again,
and he bit into the socks in his mouth.

Cody got a steady rhythm going; four strokes, then the sneaker. Each blow
seemed to hurt more, and Kevin imagined he could feel the sole prints
glowing red on his ass. Cody's hand on his cock felt great, but the
spanking was keeping him from getting anywhere near coming. Kevin pulled at
the ropes on his wrists, breathed in his Master's scent, and tried to will
himself to cum.

"Come on, slave boy. You failed me at the gym. Don't fail me now. Let's go,
let's see that cum."

With Cody keeping up encouraging color commentary, Kevin did his best to
get himself to cum. The sneaker impacting on his ass again and again kept
interrupting him, distracting him, the pain kept making him crazy. His
Master was jacking Kevin's cock steadily and firmly but Kevin just couldn't
get there. And the pain in his ass kept getting worse. Every time the sole
of Cody's Nike hit his ass he wondered whether it was drawing blood this
time.

He had to safeword. He took a deep breath, preparing to yell 'Canada'
loudly, and his lungs were filled with Cody's scent. He became aware again
of the taste of Cody's socks in his mouth, and their presence steadied him.
When Cody's sneaker slammed into his ass this time, he anticipated it,
tried to work with it, make it part of the stimulation.

It worked. He started thinking of the pain as just another strong sensation
in a whole palette of them that he was immersed in. The feeling of the rope
on his wrists, his Master's hand on his back, the texture of the ottoman
under his chest, the steady pulsing pull of Cody's hand on his cock, and
the red wall of pain that was his ass, which lit up brightly every time the
Nike smacked into it.

Kevin thought of all the places the sole of that shoe had walked under his
Master's feet, thought about how the sneaker that was beating him smelled,
thought about his Master and how much he wanted to please him. Then he
realized that if he was really good, and he begged his Master, he might be
allowed to smell that sneaker again tonight.

Bucking on the footstool, Kevin came, his cock spewing cum all over the
carpet beneath him. Cody kept the same steady rhythm on his cock, but he
sped up the tempo of the ass beating he was giving out. Kevin felt his ass
exploding in great bursts of pain as his cock pulsed out spurts of cum, and
then he was done cumming and the pain kept going. But now his cock went
from feeling amazing to feeling way too amazing, and Cody wouldn't stop
jacking it.

Kevin thrashed on the ottoman, desperate to get away from Cody's sneaker
and his hand on Kevin's ultra-sensitive cock. He screamed through the socks
in his mouth and tried to roll off onto the floor.

And that's when Mrs. Henning started pounding on the wall again.

Cody sighed. "I guess funtime is over." He stopped jacking and spanking,
and started untying Kevin's wrists. Kevin lay panting and limp on the
ottoman.

"All right, slave. Clean that up," Cody said, pointing to the cum. Kevin
looked up at him, and looked dubiously at the puddle on the carpet. He
started leaning down to lick it.

"Naw, you don't have to lick it. Your carpet's disgusting. Get a paper
towel or something."

Kevin heaved a sigh of relief and got up to get a roll of towels from the
kitchen. When he got back, though, Cody was dipping his toes in the cum.
When Kevin knelt to start cleaning, Cody held his foot up to Kevin's face.

"You really would have sucked that up for me, huh?" He asked.

"Yes, Master."

"Lick."

Kevin put his tongue out and licked his cooling cum from his Master's toes.

"Good slave."

Something about the way Cody said it made gooesbumps run up Kevin's arms.

Kevin pulled a couple of towels off the roll and went to clean up his
spooje, but Cody stopped him.

"I changed my mind," Cody said. "Lay down in it."

Kevin looked up at his Master, then got down on the floor and lay with his
chest in his puddle of cum. He watched as his Master picked up the Foot
Locker bag and bring it over to the couch beside Kevin. He took the box out
of the bag, took the sneakers out of the box, and then threw the box down
by Kevin's head. Kevin could smell the unmistakable smell of brand new
sneakers.

Cody took his time getting his laces right, and then sat on the ottoman and
put on the right sneaker. Then he propped that sneaker up on Kevin's back
while he put on the other.

Then Cody stood up, and Kevin felt his Master's foot on his back. More and
more of Cody's weight settled on him, and then Kevin felt Cody lift his
other foot and put it on Kevin's bare ass. His Master was standing on him
in his brand new turf shoes. The tiny spikes on the sole of the sneakers
dug into Kevin's flesh, branding him with the tread.

"Every time you see me wearing these sneakers from now on, slave," Cody
said, "Remember that the first thing I walked on in them was you. These are
my slave-training kicks."

Cody took a couple of steps on his back while Kevin groaned underneath him
in the cooling puddle of his own cum. Kevin's cock, so recently abused, was
hard again. Of course.

Cody stepped off of Kevin and stood before him. "Kiss them."

Kevin crawled forward, keeping his chest on the ground, and kissed the tip
of his Master's right sneaker. Then he did the same for the other one.
Since his Master didn't stop him, he started making out with the new Zoom
Airs, kissing and licking at the toes, the sides, the laces.

"Get really used to them, slave. Those Nikes are your new best friends.
You're going to be spending a lot of time with them." Cody lifted up his
sole, and Kevin licked at it, keenly aware that it had been trampling him
just moments before. And yet here he was, lying on his floor in his cum,
licking at it, and he was grateful. Grateful to his Master for giving him
the chance to lick the tread on his sneaker.

Cody gave him a playful smack on the side of his face with his foot. "Okay,
slave. Now clean it up. I'm going to get my laundry sorted out."

Kevin pulled up his pants and cleaned up the living room mess while Cody
got a load of dirty clothes and new clothes together. Before he threw them
in the wash, he threw a sock over to Kevin. "Here, smell that."

Kevin held it up to his nose eagerly, but then recoiled. It was foul. "I
had to wear those for three days a while back. Ripe, huh?"

"Yes, Master." Kevin got up and gave him back the sock.

"I was going to wash these," Cody said. "But that seems like a waste." He
put the socks on the dryer while he started the wash.

Kevin eyed them warily while he got the rest of their shopping put away.
His cock was still sensitive from the abuse, and he was half-hoping that
Cody didn't have anything else in mind soon. On the other hand, half of him
was hoping he did.

"So, what's up tonight?" Cody leaned against the doorway to the kitchen,
watching Kevin cleaning up.

"It's Saturday night. Want to go out? Master?" Kevin felt a little weird
asking out a guy who'd facefucked him, but what the heck.

Cody hesitated a moment. "I'm not exactly rolling in cash here."

Kevin hung up the dishtowel and went over to Cody. "Master. I don't know a
lot about what you've been through, but it doesn't sound good. You deserve
a nice dinner and a movie. And I deserve a night out with an incredibly
sexy guy. Please let me take you out."

Cody stroked Kevin's hair, a thoughtful look in his eye. "The only thing
I'm worried about is that you'll start thinking I'm only after your money.
I'm really not. I hate this, I want to start working and paying for stuff
and getting set up..."

"I know," Kevin said. "I know, Master. I trust you. You're in a rough spot
right now. But I think you'd do the same for me. I'm just going to trust
you."

Cody grabbed Kevin and kissed him. Kevin almost swooned at the feeling of
his Master's tongue invading his mouth. Cody held him tight and kissed him
hard, and then leaned close in to Kevin's ear. "I don't want you for your
money. I want everything. Your heart, your soul, your mind, your ass, I
want you to belong to me. If you're going to fight me, you'd better start,
because I'm more than halfway there already."

Kevin felt an electric charge go through his heart. He'd known Cody was
manipulating him, playing mind games, but to hear him say it out loud like
that, to hear Cody planning his fate, was terrifying. This teenage thug
wanted to own him. He wanted a slave.

And Kevin's cock was rock-hard at the prospect. It was the most romantic
thing he'd ever heard.

Cody looked him in the eye, then grinned and gave him a little smack across
the cheek. "So what now?"

Kevin shook his head to clear his mind, and then re-engaged his language
center. "Um, I thought we could spend a while working on your resume."

"I'm applying at Albertsons. I think I just sit down at a kiosk and fill
out the forms online." Cody moved into the dining room and sat casually on
the dining room table.

"Yeah, but you need to know what to fill out in advance. The addresses of
everyplace you've worked, for instance. Plus," Kevin said as he got his
laptop out, "You need to have an idea of how you want to talk about your
previous job duties."

"I bagged groceries."

"Did you ever get a raise? A promotion? Any training?"

Cody thought. "I got a quarter raise. I went from stocker to associate
cashier. And they were training me on the register."

"Great. That's the stuff you want to emphasize. We'll put together a cheat
sheet with everything you'll need on it," Kevin said.

For the next hour or so they got Cody's information together and refined
it. Kevin found out Cody was from a little town about forty minutes from
downtown, a town that was half bedroom commuter town and half agricultural.

Throughout the job coaching session, the dinner at the Chinese restaurant
afterward, and even through the movie Kevin thought about what Cody had
whispered in his ear. Cody wanted him. Cody wanted all of him. Was he going
to fight him? Did he really want to belong to a teenage thug, a kid who
didn't know the first thing about how the world worked?

He stopped worrying about it on the drive home, while he and his Master got
in a good-natured debate as to whether the movie they'd just seen had
sucked. Kevin was in the definitely sucked category, while Cody argued that
there were merits to the film that deserved consideration. The explosions,
for instance, had been epic.

They piled into the apartment happily, and Cody pinned Kevin up against the
wall by the door.

"That was fun. Thanks, slaveboy," he said. And he kissed Kevin again.

They made out for a while, then Cody broke it off. "I gotta pee," he said.
He headed for the bathroom.

Kevin dithered around the apartment. He didn't know if Cody was going to
want to fuck him, or tie him up, or how he should prepare himself. He made
up the bed and checked the gear bag. Then he heard the toilet flush, and
Cody came out. "All yours," he said.

"Thanks," Kevin said.

When he got back from the bathroom, Cody was standing by the bed with
Kevin's collar in one hand and the chastity device in the other. "Come
here, slaveboy," he said. "Strip."

Kevin took his clothes off and approached, head down.

Cody buckled the collar around Kevin's neck, then had Cody lie down while
he put the chastity device on him. When he was finished, Kevin's cock was
trapped, locked in its flaccid state.

"I'm keeping these on you until you go to work on Monday," Cody said.

Kevin processed for a moment. "But... I have to go out... and I run in the
morning..."

"Oh, good, then it'll be fun."

"Yes, Master."

"Good slave. Since you were so nice to me, I've got a treat for you. You
want a treat, slave? Huh? You want it?" Cody was talking to him like he was
a dog, and Kevin kind of liked it.

"Yes, please, Master."

"Remember what your ass feels like right now, boy. Because it's never going
to be the same. Get your ass in there." Cody shoved Kevin towards the
bedroom.

Kevin stumbled back to the bed and fell down on it. "Yes, Master, but, it's
late, and Mrs. Henning..."

"Fuck that old bat. Get on the bed, spread out." Cody whipped off his belt
and held it above his head menacingly.

Kevin scooted up the bed toward the headboard. "Yes, Master."

"Every loud noise you make, you earns ten swats to your ass."

"Yes, Master."

Cody got the gear bag out of the closet and tossed the leather cuffs onto
the bed next to Kevin. "Put those on."

While Kevin was buckling on the manacles, Cody got some rope and started
securing it to the legs of the bed. Then he tied ropes to the headboard.

"Master, won't it bang against the wall...?" Kevin asked.

Cody shot him a warning look, but then he grabbed a couple of t-shirts from
the laundry, wadded them up and put them between the headboard and the
wall. Kevin shot him a look of thanks, but Cody just grabbed his arm and
tied his cuff to the bedframe. Then he did the other cuff on the other
side, so Kevin's arms were stretched wide across the head of the bed, his
head propped up on a pillow.

Then Cody took Kevin's ankles and pulled them up over his head. He tied
them off to the headboard, so Kevin's legs were stretched wide, with his
knees above his head. It took Cody a few minutes to get Kevin's ass at the
exact right height.

Then Cody smacked Kevin's ass. Kevin bit back a whimper. His ass was still
intensely sore from the beating earlier today. Sitting through the movie
had been delightful agony. Cody rubbed his hands over Kevin's ass firmly,
running his thumbs over the welts, and Kevin tried to keep from crying out.

Soon one of Cody's thumbs had wandered to Kevin's waiting asshole, and was
probing it dry while Cody's other hand pulled on his balls. Kevin was
breathing hard through his nose, trying to bear the pain for his Master.

Cody gave his nuts one last squeeze and grabbed the bottle of lube from the
nightstand. He drizzled it over Kevin's ass, then pulled his big cock out
of his pants and lubed it while he positioned himself.

Kevin was looking up at his Master, looming above him, getting ready to
take possession of his ass yet again. "Master," Kevin asked, "May I please
have a gag?"

"No," Cody said, and slammed his cock into Kevin's ass.

Kevin started to yell, but cut it off in time. He should be used to his
Master's cock by now. He hoped he'd never get used to it. Cody thrust into
him steadily, pushing his whole length into Kevin, only stopping when his
balls were up against Kevin's cheeks. He leaned forward until he was
directly above Kevin, and grinned down at him.

"You like my cock, slave?" Cody asked.

"Yes, Master." Kevin's voice was small.

"Then beg me to fuck you."

"But Master-"

"Quietly," Cody said.

Kevin gulped. He tried whispering, "Please fuck me, Master."

Cody pulled his cock out of Kevin a little way and looked at him
expectantly.

"Master, please use my ass," Kevin said softly.

Cody pulled out almost all the way, then thrust back in again. Then stopped.

Kevin got it. His Master wanted him to beg him the whole time he was being
fucked. And if he begged too loudly, he'd piss off the neighbors and get a
beating.

"Oh, please, Master, please fuck your worthless slave. You're a god and I
want your cock inside me. Hell, I want all of you inside me, I want to lick
every part of you. You're so goddamned sexy, Master. Oh god, Master." Cody
had started fucking Kevin in earnest as he started begging slowly but
steadily.

Kevin struggled to keep his voice down as his Master's big cock plowed into
him. "Your cock is so big. Your feet are so big. You smell so good. How can
you smell so good, Master? God, I want you inside of me. I mean, you're
inside of me, and I still want you. I want you to take me. Take me, Master."

Cody was pounding his ass hard now. Kevin's cock ached to get out of its
chastity device, reminding him that this fuck was for his Master, not for
him. His Master was leaning over him, his handsome face hardened into a
sneer of dominant lust.

Kevin felt Cody's cock pounding all sense out of him. The ropes on his
wrists and ankles were holding him in place, but he could move his ass, and
his ass was desperate for Cody's cock. Kevin clenched himself around his
Master's cock, thrust his hips in time with his Master's rhythm. "Oh, god
Master, take me. Take all of me, I don't care, I want to be yours. Oh, god,
you feel so good, Master. Jesus, fuck me!"

Cody looked down at him, sweat forming on his cheekbones. "That's ten."

It took Kevin a moment to register what Cody meant, and then he remembered.
He had just earned himself ten lashes.

In a whisper, Kevin said "Thank you, Master. Thank you for punishing me.
Thank you for spanking me. Thank you for fucking me. God, thank you for
letting me lick your incredible feet, they're so sexy. You're so sexy, oh
god, Master, I can't believe you want to own me, oh god, own my ass."

"Shut up," Cody said. "You suck at this."

He pulled off one of his sneakers, the new Zoom Airs, and roughly shoved it
in Kevin's face. He held it there with one hand while he fucked Kevin's ass.

"I already own your ass, slave," Cody said. "You'll do anything I want you
to. You'll lick my pits and my feet and my asshole, you'll drink my piss
and my cum. I could bring a friend over and make you beg to let him fuck
you too. You'd like that, wouldn't you, slaveboy?"

Cody was pounding his ass now, invading it like a hyped-up SWAT team. Kevin
breathed in the smell of new sneaker, bit down on the leather in his mouth,
and tried to take Cody as deep into him as he'd go.

"You're my little slut, my little cumbucket, and you're going to live to
suck on my socks. My socks and my cock, right?" Kevin could hear the grin
in Cody's voice, he could feel his Master's sweat dripping on him, he could
taste his Master in the leather of his shoe. His Master's cock made his
world complete. He felt the way he had when his Master had put the vibrator
up to his cock cage, it was as if he was almost, but not quite, about to
cum. His cock wasn't even trying to get hard anymore, it just felt good,
pulsing waves of pleasure washing over it with every thrust of his Master's
cock.

"You're going to belong to me, and I'm going to use you however I want, and
you're going to thank me for it. Because you were born to be a slaveboy,
weren't you?" Cody plowed into him, shoving the sneaker into Kevin's face.
He was thrusting hard and slow now, and Kevin knew he was about to cum. His
Master was going to cum inside him.

"Yes, Master," Kevin said.

"I." Cody said, slamming his cock home into Kevin's ass. "Own." Again, he
pounded his slave with his cock. "You."

Cody's cock thrust into Kevin all the way to the balls, and Kevin felt
himself gently tip over the edge of ecstasy. His dick started leaking cum
in its plastic cage. His Master spurted inside him, filling him with hot
cum, pinning him to the bed with his big cock.

Kevin pulled at the ropes that bound him to the headboard and the bed,
trying to force Cody's cock as deep into him as possible, trying to take
his Master as far inside him as he could.

"Oh, god, yes, Master," Kevin panted, feeling his whole body shudder with
pleasure as his cum drooled out of the chastity device. His Master thrust
into him, forcing the cum out of him, leaving his own in its place.

Cody finished emptying himself into his slave, and pulled his cock out
gradually. Kevin felt the growing emptiness inside him like a loss.

"That's ten more lashes, slave." His Master untied his wrists and ankles,
and then flopped down on the bed next to him. "Goddamn, man, you're a good
fuck."

"Thanks, Master." Kevin rubbed his wrists and stretched his legs out.
"Right back at you. That was... wow."

Cody reached over and tousled Kevin's hair. "All right, slave, clean me up."

Kevin looked at him warily, then looked at his cock, which had so recently
been up his ass. He moved his head towards it, trying to convince himself
to do his Master's bidding.

"Not like that, you doof," Cody said. "Just get some paper towels or
something. That's gross."

"Thank god. Master." Kevin got off the bed a bit shakily and got some paper
towels from the kitchen. He ran warm water over some of them, then came
back in and tended to his Master.

"You really will do almost anything for me, huh?" Cody said.

Kevin looked up at him, then looked back to where he was tenderly cleaning
his Master's cock. "Yeah, I guess so. Master."

"Thanks," Cody said. "That means a lot. I'll try to do it right."

Cody was looking down at him almost tenderly.

"All right," he said, "Go get ready for bed. We've got a big day tomorrow."

"Really, Master?" Kevin clambered out of bed.

"Yup. Tomorrow we start your training."
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