Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2017 10:21:05 -0700 From: Kirk McCorkle Subject: Master Cody, Part 5 Part 5 Cody's Footservant by Kirk McCorkle MM bd feet sneakers hypno This is a work of erotic fiction. All participants are fictional, and are over eighteen years of age. If reading erotic fiction about adult male participants that involves sex, sexual servitude, chastity, bondage, and sneakers is illegal wherever you are, don't read any further. But you can feel kind of badass that you've got outlaw reading habits. I welcome your feedback, and hope you enjoy the story. Nifty has been getting people off since 1992; just imagine how many orgasms that is. Celebrate Nifty's enduring contribution to society by sending them a little money. Donating to them is easy; just go to this URL: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html and let them know how much you appreciate what they do. __________________________ Kevin slammed the door behind him, bent over with his hands on his knees and panted for air. The buckle on his collar jingled with every breath. "You are so slow, slaveboy," Cody said. He was drenched in sweat, his gray t-shirt clinging to his muscles. "I... would be faster..." Kevin said, "If this thing... didn't pinch the hell out of me." He tapped on the plastic cage that imprisoned his cock. Running with it had been okay, right up until the time that something got caught in something else, resulting in agonizing pain. That had slowed him down while he tried to adjust his package, conspicuously, just as they were running past the parking lot of a mini-mall. "Poor workers blame their tools." Cody reached in his shorts and scratched his balls, then held his fingers up to his nose and sniffed like he was evaluating a fine wine. Satisfied, he scratched his nuts again. "So do you want the first shower, Master?" Kevin asked. "Nope. Neither of us is going to shower," Cody said, approaching Kevin. "Umm..." "You like the way I smell, right, slave?" Cody was right up in Kevin's face, and the smell of his sweat made Kevin's cock start trying to get hard in its cage. "Yes, Master," Kevin said. "You know what I think?" Cody lifted his arm and held his pit close to Kevin's face. "I think that's not the half of it. I think you want my stink on an animal level. I don't think I've seen how much you really want me yet." He held his fingers out to Kevin's nose. "That's my ball sweat." Kevin sniffed at it. Cody was watching him, and didn't seem satisfied. Kevin took a quick lick at Cody's fingertips, tasting his nuts. He shivered. "See, that's not what you want to do." Cody shook his head, disappointed. "Is that what you imagined you'd do with your Master's ball sweat, back when you were jacking off thinking about meeting me? Or did you want to rub your face in it, get it all over you, bathe in it?" "Um..." "Here." Cody put his hand down his shorts again, and Kevin could see him palming his sweaty balls. He brought his hand out and put it to Kevin's face. "That's my ball sweat." Kevin put his nose right into Cody's palm and started licking, rubbing Cody's hand all over his face. "See? That's what you really want to do. It's what I really want you to do." Cody grabbed Kevin's shirt and pushed him up against the wall. "Do you want to lick my feet? My pits? Do you want to bury your face in my ass and lick out my sweaty asshole?" "Yes, Master," Kevin said. He was still breathing hard, still sweating from their run. "Are you embarrassed about that?" Cody asked. "...yes, Master." "Look at me," Cody said. Kevin looked Cody in the eyes. "This is your Master's sweat. Your Master's cum. Your Master's stink. You've wanted them your whole life. Now that you've got them, are you going to miss this chance? Are you going to be all half-assed about this? Or are you going to own up to what you want? What do you want, slave?" Kevin dropped to his knees and buried his face in his Master's crotch. Through the fabric of the running shorts and the jock underneath them, he could feel his Master's half-hard cock against his face, he could smell his Master's funk. "Please, Master, I want your sweat. I want to lick it off every inch of your skin. I want your piss, your cum, your ball sweat. I want my tongue up your ass. I want your toes in my mouth." Kevin breathed in deeply. "I want to be yours." "Get up," Cody said. Kevin stood, reluctant to give up the smell of his Master's crotch. "I told you to beg for it. Did I give you permission to sniff my balls?" Cody's face was forbidding, stern. "No, Master." "That's gonna get you a punishment. Right now, though, I want your face in my ass crack. Come here." Cody led Kevin into the living room by the collar, and pushed him down into a kneeling position on the floor in front of the couch. Cody flopped down on the couch in front of him. "Face. Feet. Now." Kevin bent to kiss Cody's sneakers. He'd worn the old black and white Nikes out running, and they were smelling strong. Kevin felt the animal attraction his Master's feet had for him, he felt himself trying to hold it back. And suddenly, something inside of him gave way. Kevin dropped to the floor on his stomach and started inhaling Cody's scent in huge gulps of air. He licked at the leather of his Master's sneakers with broad strokes of his tongue, feeling the grit and the dust of the streets on his tongue and not caring. There was part of Kevin's mind that felt silly, that felt ashamed to be debasing himself in front of a teenage thug like this. Kevin reminded that part of his mind that his Master's happiness came first. Kevin snorted at the Nikes, sniffed and licked and sucked at them. He put his hands on his Master's right Nike, and looked up, a question in his eyes. His master smiled. "Yeah, go ahead and take it off, slave." Kevin pulled the battered Nike off his Master's foot and shoved his face into it. He heaved in a breath that filled his whole chest, and tried to pull even more of his Master's scent into himself. The damp heat from his Master's foot permeated the insole, and Kevin pressed his nose to it, licked Cody's foot sweat up with his tongue. Then he dropped the sneaker and put his face to Master Cody's foot, holding it to his nose and his mouth, feeling the sweat-soaked sock rub across his lips and nose and chin. His shame was just a memory as he licked the soft wet cotton of his Master's sock with long hard strokes of his tongue. He loved how his Master tasted, loved the feel of his wet sock against his face, loved shoving his nose between his Master's toes. Most of all he loved knowing his Master was getting off on this. Kevin looked up to get permission to take his Master's sock off, and Cody was playing with his cock through his shorts. "Take it off and give it here," Cody said. Kevin slowly peeled Cody's sweaty sock off his foot, licking his Master's foot as the fabric peeled away from it. He handed it to Cody, who put it aside. Kevin got down to sucking on his Master's toes. His Master had beautiful feet, with high arches and long thin toes, and Kevin was finally free to show his Master just how much he wanted them. He ran the tip of his tongue over his Master's big toe, and his Master sighed. Kevin took each toe in his mouth in turn, licking and sucking at them, trying to make his Master's feet feel as good as possible. He squirmed against the carpet, his cock trapped inside its cage. "Other foot, slaveboy." Kevin reluctantly left off licking his Master's sole and moved over to licking his left Nike. Again Kevin got to inhale his Master's post-run sweat deep into his lungs, again he was privileged to lick the leather of the swoosh along his Master's foot. But this time, as he was licking, his Master pulled his foot away and held up the sole to Kevin's face. They'd just been out running. It had rained overnight, and they'd run through grass and over dirt and who knew what. And now his Master wanted his sole cleaned. A tiny office in Kevin's mind put out a cautionary bulletin about the dangers of illness and the power that this was giving Cody over him. Kevin immediately shut down the office, fired the employees, and turned back to business. He stuck out his tongue and licked. It was gritty and it was dirty and it was gross and it was disgusting, and Kevin closed his eyes and shivered in ecstasy as his tongue ran over the ridges of the sole. "Take it off," Cody said. Kevin took his Master's sneaker off, and again the smell of Cody's recent run rushed out to fill Kevin's head. He huffed in the smell from his Master's empty sneaker, pressing it to his face to get the heat of it. Cody's sock rubbing against the side of his face brought Kevin back into focus, and he put the sneaker down and turned to worshiping Cody's left foot. He licked his Master's arch, bit his heel, drenched his Master's sweaty toes in his spit. Cody had his shorts down and was jacking his cock, watching his slaveboy with an arrogant smile. Kevin was right where he belonged, which was right where his Master wanted him. "Come here," Cody said. "Sit with your back against the sofa here." He patted the gap between two couch cushions. Kevin turned around, sat against the sofa, and leaned his head back. "Further back. Further," Cody said, pushing down on Kevin's forehead. Kevin had to move his butt further away from the sofa and lie back to get to the angle that Cody wanted. He was supporting most of his weight with his hands, and his back was in a position that was guaranteed to start hurting soon. "Good!" Cody said, and got up. He pulled off his shorts, his jock and his t-shirt, turned around, and started backing towards Kevin's face. Kevin had rimmed his Master before, but that was right after a shower. The employees he'd just fired returned to his brain to clean out their desks, saw what was about to happen, and objected strenuously. Kevin had them escorted out of the building. He breathed in deeply just before his Master's magnificent ass enveloped his face, partly because he wasn't sure when he was going to breathe again, and partly to take in the spectacular smell of his Master after a run. And then his world was warm asscheeks and musk and hair and a pucker waiting for his eager tongue. The taste was sweat first of all, his Master's sweat, but more animal, earthier. Kevin gave a couple of tentative licks. "Don't wuss out on me now," came his Master's muffled voice from above him. Kevin stuck his tongue out and started lapping at his Master's asshole like a dog. He licked like his Master was made of Ben and Jerry's Cum and Sweat Flavor. He licked like he no longer cared that this was degrading that it was disgusting, that it was wrong. He licked like it was his calling in life. "Oh god that feels good," Cody said. "I'm gonna get a chair built with a hole in it for your face." Kevin was probing at his Master's asshole with his tongue, his face bathed in his Master's ass sweat. His arms were already trembling from holding up his weight, and his shoulders were screaming from keeping his head at that absurd angle and having the weight of his Mater's legs on him. He ignored the pain and kept his tongue working. He could feel the motion as his Master started to masturbate above him. His Master started grinding his ass into Kevin's face, driving Kevin's tongue deeper and deeper into his sweaty hole, smothering Kevin under his ass. Kevin was just about to panic when Cody's weight shifted a moment and he was able to get a breath in through his nose, but then he was buried in his Master's asscrack again. Kevin licked for all he was worth. If he could get his Master off, maybe he'd be able to breathe again. His tongue was deep inside his Master now, darting in and out of Cody's sensitive hole, licking at the rim and then diving in again. Kevin was desperate for air, his shoulders were molten lumps of pain, his arms were threatening to collapse, and all he could think about was that his Master was sitting on his face and masturbating. And it felt like an honor. Cody picked up the pace of his stroking, and pushed his ass as far down onto Kevin's face as he could. Kevin started tongue-fucking his Master's ass, thrusting his tongue in and out in rhythm with his Master jacking off. Kevin was seeing sparkles in the darkness and feeling like his lungs were going to explode when he felt the first spatter of his Master's cum on his chest. Pulse after pulse of hot cum rained down on Kevin's chest and abs as he kept his tongue moving in and out of his Master's ass. Cody pulled up a bit as he came, so Kevin was able to take in a great gulp of air before his Master's weight settled on him again. Kevin felt the aftershocks of orgasm course through his Master's body as he licked gently around his Master's hole. Cody lifted up off of Kevin. "All right. Well done, slaveboy." Kevin collapsed onto the floor, and Cody flopped down on the couch. He reached out and ran a finger through the cum on Kevin's chest, and then offered it to him. "You want this?" "Yes, Master," Kevin said, putting his tongue out towards the his Master's cum. "Well, you didn't follow orders, so you don't get it." Cody wiped the cum under Kevin's nose. "You're getting punished." "Yes, Master." "Slaves obey their Masters," Cody said. "You like being my slave?" "Yes, Master." The answer came out immediately. "Well, I like owning you. So come here." Cody jumped up off the couch, grabbed his sock, and went to the hallway by the front door. "Kneel here," he said. Kevin scrambled up, went over, and knelt on the cold tile floor. "Closer to the wall," Cody said. "Good." He wadded up his sock and put it between Kevin's face and the wall. "Here. Hold this here." Kevin leaned forward, put his nose into the middle of the sock, and pushed it up against the wall. It was damp, and his Master's smell was strong on it. "All right, now raise your arms, and hold them still at about shoulder height. Yup." Cody went back into the living room a moment, leaving Kevin kneeling in the hallway with his arms spread out like he was being crucified. Cody returned with his sneakers. "These are pretty light. You should be able to hold them up no problem, right?" He put a sneaker on each of Kevin's upturned palms. A bright red warning flash of pain seared through Kevin's right arm. "Master," he said into the sock, "I don't think I can do this." "What's the matter, slave boy?" Cody's tone was half-mocking. "I injured my elbow a few years ago-" "Oh shit." Cody took the sneakers off his hands. "Put your arms down, are you okay?" "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Kevin said. "It would have been bad if I'd tried to keep it up like that." "Okay, well this is stuff I need to know. Any other injuries?" "I broke my leg once, but that healed well." Kevin's eyes were focused on the sock in front of his face. "Did you play football or something?" His Master asked. "Tennis." "Okay, well if I tie your arms like this," Cody said, drawing Kevin's arms behind his back and fastening the leather cuffs around them, "Can you do that for an hour?" "Oh, sure," Kevin said. And as soon as he said it, he wondered if he was really sure. He'd never been tied up for that long. "Good." his Master locked the cuffs together behind Kevin's back. "You're going to kneel here for the next hour, and if you don't drop the sock the whole time, I'll fuck you until you cum." Then he walked off. Kevin heard him go into the living room and sit on the couch, then he heard the TV turn on. Cody found ESPN and settled in. Kevin took a deep breath and took stock of his situation. His knees were already starting to hurt. His shoulders hurt from the earlier rim job, and his abs were already sore from keeping his nose against the sock on the wall. He could feel his Master's cum cooling on his abs. On top of the smell of his Master's sock, his face still smelled like his Master's ass, and he had his Master's cum under his nose. The next hour was going to be fun. By the first commercial break he'd become aware that there was a tiny grain of something on the floor under his right knee. It felt like he was kneeling on a piece of gravel. That rock or whatever it was under his knee became the focus of his entire universe for the next half an hour. He tried to concentrate on the sock he was holding against the wall, breathing in his Master's scent to give him strength, but the red hot agony of the pebble underneath his knee was driving him to distraction. If it wasn't for the sock he was holding up, he would have been able to reach down and brush whatever it was off of him, but the sock was too high up on the wall to allow him to stretch that far. He tried shifting and brushing the thing off on the floor, but it was like a spike driven into his skin. And on the second of those attempts he lost his balance for a fraction of a second, and the sock dropped a tiny bit. Kevin's heart nearly stopped. He regained his balance quickly, and then repositioned himself so his nose was solidly holding the sock to the wall again. He realized that not only would dropping the sock mean he wouldn't get to cum tonight, but he would have to spend the rest of the half hour without the smell of it. He breathed in, and it strengthened his resolve. He steadied himself, shifted some of the weight off of the boulder under his knee, and tried to wait patiently. What in the hell was wrong with him? His knees were killing him, his shoulders were on fire, and his elbow was starting to send out alarms. He could get up at any minute. Tell Cody it was over, tell him he'd help however he could, get him a motel room maybe. He could stop all of this whenever he wanted, and get back to... What? Waiting for something to happen to him? Waiting for exactly this to happen to him? Looking over the classified ads and the forums and stories, wondering what it would be like to be right here, in this position. Collared, cock caged, humiliated, in pain, with his Master's cum drying on him, and all to make his Master happy. "Hey, Kevin, have you got a blanket or something?" Cody asked, walking through the hallway. "Sure, in the bedroom closet," Kevin said. "Thanks." What, Kevin wondered, did Cody need a blanket for? Then he heard the AC kick on. A couple of minutes later, Cody wandered back through. "Thanks, man," he said. >From the corner of his eye, Kevin could see that Cody was wrapped up in a plaid blanket. It was already getting cold. By the time the halftime buzzer sounded, Kevin was shivering. With his hands tied behind him, he couldn't even cover himself up for warmth. Within a few minutes he was shivering. It was making holding the sock against the wall even more of a challenge. Kevin breathed in his Master's scent, and reminded himself that he was following his Master's orders. Slaves follow orders. Kevin stayed there forever, in a haze of pain and cold and humiliation, his only focus the sock he was holding to the wall. Misery became his entire world, and he was somehow okay with that. "Haven't dropped it yet, huh?" Cody's voice came from behind him. Kevin hadn't even heard him walk in. "N-no Master." Kevin's jaw trembled a bit when he spoke. "Your time's almost up. Good job so far." Cody's voice was getting closer. "Thank you Master." "Are you going to wait for orders from now on?" Cody asked. It sounded like he was right behind Kevin's head. "Yes, Master. Slaves follow orders." Kevin felt his Master's lips on the back of his neck. They felt shockingly hot, burning hot, and their warmth made the rest of his body feel even colder. Kevin's whole body shuddered, and he leaned his whole weight against the wall with his face, trying to keep the sock in place. "Slaves obey their masters," Cody said. "And good slaves get rewarded." He licked the back of Kevin's ear, and Kevin's teeth chattered. "Thank you Master." "Are you going to be a good slave?" Cody's breath on the back of his neck was like a blast furnace. "Oh, god yes, Master. I want to be a good slave for you, Master." Cody's finger traced a line down Kevin's spine, leaving a trail of warmth behind it. "What do you want to do for me, slaveboy?" "Anything you want, Master." Kevin's abs were trembling uncontrollably. "Good boy," Cody said. "Time's up." Kevin blinked. He'd stopped even imagining a time when he wasn't kneeling against this wall, inhaling his Master's foot stink. "Come here, it's okay." His Master took the sock gently from between Kevin's face and the wall, then helped Kevin stand up. Kevin was too shaky to stand on his own, so Cody put his arms around him and guided him to the living room. Being enveloped in Cody's warm arms was the most comforting thing Kevin had ever felt. He pressed himself close to his Master as he walked unsteadily towards the couch, and then collapsed on it. Cody wrapped him in a blanket, and Kevin burst into tears. Kevin found himself lying on Cody's chest, sobbing in great gulps, his hands still cuffed behind him. He couldn't stop it, he couldn't understand it, he was just crying and he couldn't control it. He felt Cody's arms around him, squeezing him hard, and that made everything worse. Kevin was crying so hard he'd stopped making any noise now, but his mouth was open in a great silent howl of pain. Eventually, the wave of emotion swept over him and past him, and left him breathing hard on his Master's chest, completely spent. Kevin could only imagine what a mess his face was. His Master was stroking his back. Kevin wiped his face on his Master's shirt, figuring he'd already ruined it anyway, and looked up at his Master's face. Cody was looking at him with tender concern, none of the judgment he feared he'd see. "Hi," Cody said. Kevin laughed. "Hi." "What was that?" Kevin shook his head. "I have no idea." "Really?" Cody looked stern for a moment. "Remember who you're talking to here." "I guess it was... I guess it was being comforted." Kevin took a moment to convince himself not to cry again. "I'm not really used to it anymore." Kevin kept his face buried in his Master's chest for a while. His Master stroked his hair. "Let me get those cuffs off of you," Cody said. "Could I please keep them on a while, Master?" Kevin asked. "Sure." Kevin lay on his Master's chest, riding his breath up and down, listening to his heartbeat, trying to convince himself that this man, this boy who'd walked into his life and changed it completely, was real. That he could trust him the way he wanted to. "I saw the box of trophies in the closet," Cody said. "You were really good." "Thank you, Master." "Did you quit playing tennis because of your arm?" Kevin considered saying yes. That would make it all so much simpler. "No, Master," Kevin said. "My father died." "I'm really sorry." Cody asked. "What happened?" Kevin thought he'd start crying again, but he seemed to be done with that. "Lung cancer. He never smoked a day in his life." "He was your coach, wasn't he? From the pictures?" Cody was stroking his hair again. Kevin had his eyes closed. "Yeah." "It must have been hard." "Yeah. Yes, Master." "How long ago was it?" "Almost three years." "That's not long." "No." They were quiet for a while, as Cody stroked Kevin's hair, then his back. Kevin pulled himself together and sat up. "I'm sorry, Master, that was embarrassing. I'll-" Cody reached out and grabbed his collar, pulled Kevin's face close to his, and kissed him. Then he ran his thumb over Kevin's cheek, wiping away what was left of his tears. "I want you to be mine," he said. "That means all of you. This part too." "Thank you, Master." "Thank you, slaveboy. Now, if we don't get a shower sometime soon this couch is going to smell funky forever. Come on, get up." Cody pushed Kevin off of him and helped him stand up. "I'm going to have to take the cuffs off." He unbuckled the cuffs and the collar, and started heading for the bathroom. Kevin followed him, picking up his Master's clothes as Cody took them off and dropped them behind him. On his way down the hall, he put the thermostat back up to seventy-four. He threw Cody's clothes in the washer, and then started adding in clothes from the hamper when he heard Cody behind him. "Hey, slaveboy," he said. "Come on. You're going to be washing me." Kevin dropped the laundry and followed Cody into the bathroom. The water was already running in the shower, and the bathroom was much warmer than the rest of the apartment. Cody stepped into the tub and stood under the showerhead. Kevin marveled again at the beauty that was his Master, at his magnificence, his perfection. His body was the lean, muscled body of the gods who walked in Kevin's dreams. "Come on in, slave boy. You're going to start with my feet." Kevin got into the tub and knelt. His Master handed him the soap. "Wash me, slave." Kevin's cock cage gave a little jump. With the soap in one hand, he took his Master's foot in the other, and was about to start washing when he looked up at his Master, towering above him. The water from the showerhead was cascading over him, pouring down onto Kevin. Kevin opened his mouth and started licking up the water that was sluicing off his Master's thighs, drinking in the sweat that was washing off of him. Cody lifted his foot so water was running down his thigh, along his shin, and cascading off his foot. Kevin put his face right under the flow, gulping down as much of it as he could. His Master rested his big toe on Kevin's lower lip, and the water flooded over Kevin's face, submerging him in his Master's sweat. Cody laughed and smacked the side of Kevin's face with his foot. "Get going with the soap." Kevin took his Master's foot in one hand and started soaping it slowly. As much time as he'd had to admire his Master's feet, he still couldn't get over how perfect they were. Not perfect as in a foot-model way, these were feet that had seen a lot of use. Blunt nails, some calluses. Feet that spent their time in worn out sneakers and in cleats. And now in Kevin's face. He snapped out of his reverie and switched to his Master's other foot. He soaped it up carefully, so as not to tickle his Master, and made sure he got between the toes. Then he started up his Master's calves, their sturdy muscle firm under the skin, and up to his thighs. Kevin's hands worked their way around behind his Master, bringing Kevin's face very close to his Master's cock. It had twitched into a half-hard state when Kevin was washing his feet, and now Kevin was watching it grow with every beat of his Master's heart, right in front of him. The sight was magnificent. Kevin soaped his Master's thighs, and then very gently started washing his Master's balls. He was about to start on Cody's cock when Cody turned to face the wall, putting his ass right in Kevin's face. Kevin started soaping it up immediately, big long strokes with the soap and his hand over the whole of Cody's firm young ass. He worked his way towards his Master's crack, and started soaping it up, rinsing it, leaning in closer and closer. Kevin looked up to see his Master smiling at him over his shoulder. "Go ahead, slaveboy. Dig in." "Thank you, Master!" Kevin said. His Master spread his legs as wide as he could, and Kevin put his face reverently into his Master's asscrack. It was a whole different experience than eating him out while pinned to the couch. For one thing, he wasn't in pain. Well, his knees, sure, but other than that, he wasn't in pain. For another, his Master's taste and smell was much weaker now. And he missed it. And the water running down his Master's back would often get trapped between his Master's asscrack and Kevin's face, making Kevin pull back a bit or risk drowning. But his tongue was in his Master's ass, so he was happy. Kevin spent a while with his face between Cody's ass cheeks, licking away. Cody turned suddenly. Kevin was shocked and saddened to see his Master's cock wasn't fully hard after all his work in his Master's ass. Then he understood why. "Open wide, slaveboy," his Master said. Kevin leaned back on his haunches and opened his mouth as wide as he could. The water from the shower pattered down on his crotch and his chest and his face, and he could barely keep his eyes open to watch. His Master had hold of his big half-hard cock, and was aiming it right at Kevin's mouth, and then he let loose. It hit Kevin just under his eye, hotter than the water from the shower, more forceful. Cody moved the stream to Kevin's mouth, and then let it play over his chest and then his crotch. Then he brought the stream straight up Kevin's abs and chest and neck to make a bulls-eye in Kevin's open mouth. He filled it like a urinal, his stream tasting acid and pungent and somehow right. Then his flow tapered off down Kevin's chin and his body, and Kevin looked up to see his Master smiling down. "You're part of my pack now," Cody said. "Woof!" Kevin said, and shook himself like a dog. "Oh, man, disgusting!" Cody laughed and pointed the showerhead at Kevin. "Gonna have to hose you off, boy." He sprayed Kevin down thoroughly while Kevin soaped himself off, and then Cody helped him to his feet. "Finish the job, slaveboy." Cody put his hands on his head, and Kevin immediately went to work on his Master's pits, first with his tongue, then with the soap. When he'd finished washing his Master's torso, he got some shampoo, reached up, and started washing his Master's hair. As his fingers were running through his Master's short, fine hair, Kevin was startled to feel Cody's hands on him. First his shoulders, then running over his chest, his abs, playin with his cock cage. Kevin tried to concentrate on rubbing his Master's scalp, but his whole body had lit up like a DJ's mixing station when his Master started touching his wet skin. Kevin rinsed the soap out of his Master's hair carefully. As he reached for the shampoo bottle again, Cody grabbed his hand. "That's it," he said. "But it says repeat." "Get ready to be fucked," his Master said. He pulled back the shower curtain and stepped out of the tub. He toweled off while Kevin finished cleaning up, and he'd left the bathroom by the time Kevin turned the water off. A few minutes later, a drier, more prepared Kevin poked his head out of the bathroom, looking for his Master. Cody was in the living room, lounging naked on the couch, playing with the magic wand massager. His new Nike Zoom Airs was beside him. "Over the arm of the sofa, slaveboy," he said. Kevin padded up to the couch, and leaned over so his face was in the couch cushions beside Cody's ass, and his own ass was in the air. His toes were just barely touching the ground. Cody reached over, took Kevin's left wrist, and put a leather cuff around it. Then cuffed Kevin's other wrist and locked the cuffs together behind Kevin's back with a padlock. Then Cody smacked Kevin between the shoulderblades, and got up and grabbed the lube. He positioned himself behind Kevin's ass, and Kevin felt a dribble of lube run down his asscrack. Then Cody's fingers were invading him urgently, his ass was opening up to receive them, and Kevin was gasping. When he felt Cody's cock begin to shove into him, he couldn't have been more ready, or more desperate. He felt every inch of Cody's cock as it entered him, slowly filling the void inside him. His whole body shuddered as Cody thrust all the way into him, pressed up hard against his slaveboy ass. Cody held still there for a while, buried deep inside Kevin, as Kevin tried to get used to the cock in his ass. He hoped he'd never get used to it. His Master pulled out suddenly, paused, and thrust back in with slow deliberation. He did it again, and again. Each time he pulled out Kevin gasped, and each time his cock shoved slowly back into Kevin's ass, Kevin moaned. Cody grabbed Kevin by the hair and started fucking him wildly. He went from controlled, almost relaxed strokes to a berserker frenzy, pounding at Kevin's ass relentlessly, furiously. Kevin's ass was being battered by Cody's cock, his own junk was being slammed against the arm of the couch. His hair where Cody's fingers were gripping it was in desperate pain. Cody was holding his arms where they were cuffed together, and he was pushing them up Kevin's back, putting strain on his shoulders and his elbow. And his cock kept plowing into Kevin's ass, fucking him like a machine gone mad. Kevin's moans had turned into desperate sounds made up of vowels and submission. He tried to make the fuck good for his Master, tried to keep his ass tight around his Master's cock, but the brutality of his Master's assault left him stunned and breathless. His Master above him was growling, furious, slamming into him like he was looking for vengeance. And then Cody let go of his hair and pulled out of him. Kevin wondered for a moment what his Master was doing, why he left him feeling vacant, but then the first blow landed on his ass cheek with a sound like a shotgun. Cody wasn't fucking his ass into oblivion anymore, he was beating it into submission. Kevin felt his Master's hands slamming into his ass again and again, tenderizing him, reducing his ass cheeks to a throbbing mass of pain. Then the blows were slowing down, and then with a few more solid thwacks his Master stopped beating him. Kevin could hear his Master breathing behind him, panting, predatory. He felt his Master's fingers trace the contours of his ass, examining the damage he'd done. With one last smack, Cody came around in front of Kevin and sat down on the couch. "You've got fifteen seconds to get your ass on my cock, slaveboy," Cody said. It took Kevin a couple of seconds just to lever himself up from the couch with his arms tied behind his back. As he started trying to straddle Cody on the couch, Cody was counting. "Twelve... eleven..." Kevin swung his leg over his Master's lap, then lowered his ass down towards his Master's cock. He felt the head brush against his asshole, then slide away. "Eight... seven..." Kevin positioned himself again, and lowered himself where he assumed his Master's cock would be. He missed completely. "Four... three..." Desperate, Kevin tried for one more run. He lowered himself down and found that his Master was holding his cock, helping to guide it into Kevin's ass. Kevin got the head right up to his asshole, and shoved himself down onto it just as his Master said "One! You're getting faster, slaveboy." "Thank you, Master." Now that Kevin had Cody's cock inside him again, he was having to get used to the position he'd found himself in. He was on his abused knees again, so that wasn't good. And his thighs were already telling him that doing this for too long was going to cost him tomorrow. But as he lowered himself onto his Master, he felt Cody's cock brush past his prostate, and all of his objections magically disappeared. Kevin came to rest seated on his Master's lap, with his Master's big cock lodged all the way up inside him. He closed his eyes, clenched himself around it and shivered. He heard a click and a whir, and he opened his eyes to see his Master with the magic wand vibrator in hand. He grinned up at Kevin. "Fuck yourself." With his arms tied behind him all Kevin could do was lift himself with his thighs. He pushed himself up, almost all the way off his Master's cock, and then sank back down. Cody looked at him expectantly, so he did it again. And then again, and then Kevin had established a rhythm. He was lifting himself off his Master's cock, thrusting forward towards his Master's abs while he did so, lifting up, and sliding back down on it. He tried to concentrate to keep himself clenched tightly around Cody's big cock. That concentration was blown to hell when Cody held the vibrator to Kevin's cock cage. The pounding his prostate was taking had been enough to get Kevin's cock to attempt to escape its plastic prison, but now that Cody had added in the vibrations of the wand, Kevin felt himself heading for orgasm, and fast. Another click, and the wand was off. Kevin opened his eyes to find his Master looking disappointed. "You stopped," Cody said. Kevin had been distracted by the wand, and he'd stopped fucking himself with Cody's cock. Kevin lifted himself, Cody's cock pulling out of him, and Cody applied the wand to his cock cage again. As long as Kevin was fucking himself on Cody's cock, Cody kept the vibrator held up to Kevin's chastity device, stimulating the hell out of his caged cock. Kevin fucked himself on his Master's cock, at first hesitantly, overwhelmed by the sensations of the cock up his ass and the vibrations coursing through his cock. Then his Master thrust up into him, and Kevin moaned, loud. Cody started thrusting as Kevin was fucking himself, slamming himself into Kevin's ass. One hand was keeping the vibrating wand held tight to Kevin's chastity device, keeping Kevin stimulated beyond reason. Kevin was pummeling his ass with Cody's cock now, trying to pull as much of his Master's cock into himself as possible. His Master was slamming into his prostate with every thrust, and that combined with the vibrating cock cage was taking Kevin closer and closer to the edge. "Master... I'm going to cum. I can't help it." There was desperation in Kevin's voice. He didn't want to let his Master down again. Cody picked up his Nike and shoved it in Kevin's face. "Cum, slaveboy." Kevin buried his face in his Master's sneaker, inhaled deeply, and his orgasm broke over him with astonishing violence. His ass clamped down on his Master's cock, while trying to take it all as deep into himself as possible. His cock, caged up as it was, was unleashing pulse after pulse of cum from the slit at the end of the cock cage. It wasn't even trying to get hard anymore, it was just amplifying the waves of pleasure streaming from his prostate. He shuddered to a stop, his Master's cock fully engulfed in his ass. Cody took the vibrator away. "Keep going, slaveboy," he said. "I haven't cum yet." Kevin pulled himself up, feeling Cody's cock sliding out of him, feeling the agony in his thighs for the first time. And then Cody held the vibrator to his cock cage again. If he had just had a normal orgasm, his cock would have been so hyper-sensitive that intense vibration like this would have been agony. For some reason, even though he'd just cum the vibrator was making his cock feel awesome. It was like the usual post-orgasmic glow, but times eight. Kevin let out a deep 'whuff' of breath as he settled back onto Cody's cock again, and began fucking himself in earnest. There wasn't a chance in hell Kevin could have another orgasm, and for some reason this made being fucked even more sensual. Kevin found himself intensely aware of the shape of his Master's cock as it plowed into him, the feel of his Master's thighs under his, the look of casual ecstasy on his Master's face as he lay back on the couch, growling like an animal, thrusting up into his slave, riding the waves of pleasure to his own thundering orgasm. He slammed into Kevin's ass in a final assault, biting his lower lip and gripping Kevin's thigh as his orgasm overtook him, and then he was buried deep inside Kevin, cumming hard, and Kevin was gripping his cock inside his ass, pulsing with his Master's cum, giving his Master as much of himself as he could. When Cody flicked off the vibrator, Kevin realized he'd been just about to cum again. Cody helped lift Kevin off of him, and then Kevin collapsed beside him on the couch, laying on his shoulder. "Christ almighty," Cody said. "I know, right? I'd fist bump you, but my hands are tied." Cody giggled. "So that was okay for you?" "Oh, hell yes," Kevin said. "I don't know what the hell it was, but it worked. I just kind of crested, and you kept me there..." "Yeah, you crested all over. I'm all cresty." "Ew." Kevin shifted on the couch. "Speaking of, could you please untie me, Master? I think some of your genetic material is trying to make a break for it." "Right. Gotcha." Cody reached over and unlocked Kevin's cuffs. "Be free, young slave." "I hope not," Kevin said, and scurried off to the bathroom. He returned to find that Cody had pulled on a pair of shorts and was in the process of making sandwiches. "Hey, you remember Todd, that friend I told you about with the panther?" Cody asked. "Sure." Kevin grabbed the chips off the top of the fridge. "He's going to be in town for a couple of days, and he needs a place to crash. Could he sleep on the floor, maybe?" Kevin had to give himself credit. He hesitated for a moment. There was an instant there where he thought about the trouble he was already in for having another person living in his apartment, how late he'd been for work recently, how this was only supposed to be casual and temporary, how he still knew nothing about this guy. Cody handed him a plate with a turkey sandwich on it. "Sure," Kevin said. Slaves obey their Masters, he thought. __________________________ Let me know what you think. avunculous@gmail.com