Disclaimer:

This story is completely fictional. That said, many jurisdictions do not appreciate erotic art in its written form. So it is your own responsibility to abide by local laws. If you are under 18, then it may be against the law for you to be here. The story contains scenes of intense sexual activities between adults and boys, and among boys themselves. The society depicted in this writing depicts a world where boys are not irreparably harmed by sexual acts, in fact, they enjoy them quite a lot. Thus, do not attempt to touch a child sexually in real life. It is not worth the price for a couple minutes of pleasure. Please treat boys with dignity and respect, and they will love you back.

Note:

A friend sent this story to me, and asked that I submit it online. This is the final part, I have no more installments. The next best thing is to come up with scenarios.

I'd like suggestions and comments on how to continue, how the story might be improved, favourite parts, etc. The story started out a little dark for my tastes, so in the end, I envision it being rather happy for all the characters. So if you want to write in comments, please be sure to contact me at: blazer47@mail2tor.com

Caring for Cody

Part II

Chapter Four

Jacqueline Stallbaumer smiled as she held the shaking boy in her arms, broken. Matthew can go quite far sometimes, she thought. Although it was quite a show watching them through the windshield.

She picked up the forgotten vibrator and re-inserted it into his ravaged bum, grinning as she made sure it sealed inside the quantities of sperm that began to leak away.

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Cody woke up to the sound of a familiar vibrator buzzing away in his ass.

What happened, he thought, as he opened his eyes. Of course, the blindfold was there, so he failed to see anything.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," said Ms. Stallbaumer.

Was that all just a dream? He felt himself being carried up some steps and through a door, and wondered where he was.

Jacqueline removed his blindfold, and Cody looked around to see himself inside a large, beautiful mansion.

"Now Cody," she said. "This is my estate. It's been in my family for generations. If you really want to live here with me, you must promise to always do as I say. Do you promise?"

Cody looked back at her with those big blue eyes, and said, "I promise."

"Good. I want you to meet someone," she said as she gestured towards a tall, well-built boy about thirteen years of age. "This is my son, Mark. He's going to show you around the house and give you your new clothing."

The younger boy didn't know Ms. Stallbaumer had a son, but he didn't interrupt her as she took out a leash and attached it to the lock at the front of the collar she gave him earlier. She handed the other end to Mark, who wrapped the Velcro strap onto his forearm. "This is so you won't get lost here. Do everything he says, Cody. Mark, take him to the changing room."

The older boy nodded, and used the leash to lead Cody along the way. Cody observed that Mark wore clothing similar to his own, although without a collar, and the front of the older boy's was designed more like that of a pair of tighty-whities in that you could make an opening for your penis. Like Cody, Mark was sporting an erection, although much larger, easily reaching six or seven inches in length, and the younger boy admired how it even extended proudly over the front of his shorts. As they entered the room, the younger boy noticed a pair of bright pink shorts lying on the table.

"Change into that," said Mark, ignoring the look of disdain that the pink color drew from the boy. "And you won't have to wear your... er... tampon anymore either."

Thank goodness, Cody thought, as he removed his shorts and let the vibrator slide out and fall on the floor. But as soon it did, Mark tugged on his leash.

"You see that white stuff?"

Cody nodded.

"Push it back in with your vibrator and don't let it leak out."

"Why?" Cody asked.

"Because I said so."

So Cody did as he said, considering Ms. Stallbaumer told him to obey the older boy. I wonder how that stuff got there, he wondered.

But with that taken care of, he turned to put on his new shorts. The only notable difference is that although there was a seam that still penetrated his crack, there was a metal ring about one to two inches in diameter that rested tightly against his hole. There was no fabric between it, and it would effectively leave his anus exposed whenever he bent over or parted his cheeks.

Cody tested his new shorts, accommodating the new ring. It's easier to move around without my tampon, thought Cody. Although I still wonder what that ring is for... maybe when I have to go to the bathroom?

Seeing that Cody was done changing, the older boy walked over and led him to the middle of the room.

"Close your eyes," ordered Mark, and Cody complied. Standing behind him, thirteen-year-old pressed his body against Cody's back, grinding his large erection against the younger boy's buttocks. Cody moaned as his new friend wrapped one arm around his stomach and reached with the other arm to gently fondle him through his new shorts.

As Cody swooned under the new ministrations, Jacqueline Stallbaumer walked into the room, chuckling as she saw the adorable youth gasp and squeak in the older boy's embrace.

"How do you like your new shorts," asked Mrs. Stallbaumer.

Cody only whimpered in acknowledgement as Mark's long fingers suddenly began to piston in and out of his hole, the other hand focusing on the child's sensitive nipples.

"Mark, make sure Cody gets down to he dining room in time for lunch. I want to show him his new seat," concluded the woman as she left the room.

However, the child heard little of what she said as Mark's hot breath beating down the side of his neck threw the poor boy in and out of coherent thought. But just as soon as the new feelings began, they stopped as the older boy withdrew his fingers. Cody moaned in lust, having just been about to climax under his new friend's expert movements. As the younger boy opened his mouth, Mark dipped in his fingers to let Cody lick off the curious white goo that still seeped from his rear.

As Cody's sexual buildup slowly waned, Mark walked away from the boy and went over to the nearby desk, pulling out two small semi-spheres. He checked the internal battery resting between them, making sure it would last the week, and clicked the two halves together. They came to life with a soft hum and an almost indiscernible vibration pulsing every few seconds. Mark walked back over to the dazed, staggering boy still recovering in the middle of the room. He painfully pinched Cody's shoulder, distracting the youth as Mark discreetly slipped the vibrating ball through the ring and into his rear.

Mark smiled. Not only did the toy serve to plug in the sperm in the lad's bum, Cody was probably not even aware of the object buzzing joyously inside his rear as he assuaged his stinging shoulder.

"Sorry about that, kid, but you were a little out of it," said the older boy. "Come on, let's go get dinner."

Chapter Five

Cody followed behind Mark towards the dining room.

Uhh... what's wrong with me, he thought. I can't help but have these... mmh... feelings.

Hunhh... even now, it's like my butt is still being... ohh...

Of course, Cody didn't know that his butt WAS being manipulated, although admittedly not by a person. Instead, lodged inside the boy's anus was a small round machine designed to keep him at a mind-wracking simmer. And machines rarely fail, much to the panting Cody's delight and dismay.

"We're here," called out the older boy.

"Good, good," replied Ms. Stallbaumer, who headed towards the two from across the room. "Now Cody, I've prepared a special chair for you. Mark, you can sit right next to him. Come, come, sit, Cody." The older woman gestured towards the "special chair" she had prepared for him, and Cody walked over to it.

The chair looked mostly normal, with a wooden structure and soft frilled cushions to sit and lean on. However, the reason this chair was special was the additional wooden structure for the young boy to sit on. Cody looked curiously at the smooth, polished rod that jutted straight out from where his cute bum would normally rest. He examined the various soft, wavy curves and abstract ridges adorning the length of the rod, which ended at a shiny, rounded bulbous helmet-shaped knob at the top. It looks like a dick, mused Cody. But I probably shouldn't say that out loud.

"What's this for," he asked instead. Mark giggled beside him, but quickly stopped when Ms. Stallbaumer shot him a stern look.

"This is to help keep you from sliding off of the cushion," she lied. "I've noticed that you rarely keep your back straight when you eat, so I thought this would help you learn some manners."

"Thank you miss," Cody said sweetly.

"You're welcome," she replied.

Mark tugged on the leash. "Sit," he ordered, and Cody began to comply. The older boy was beginning to grow into his new position, and enjoyed having complete authority over his submissive little friend, whom Mark found to be extremely cute in the sexual frustration at which he was ordered to keep him.

Meanwhile, Cody was struggling as the six-inch protrusion his guardian had thoughtfully added to the chair unfortunately made it somewhat difficult to sit down properly. Still... uungh... that white stuff from before makes sitting on it a lot easier, thought Cody. Facing the back of the chair with his feet on the seat cushion, he fitted his anus over the wooden protrusion. He began to slowly lower himself onto the rod, which fit just perfectly through the metal ring behind him and slid slowly into his ass, eliciting a slow, pleasured groan.

Mark watched as his new little friend struggled to accommodate his new seat, the rod undoubtedly pushing deeper the vibrating ball he had inserted earlier. However, he began to grow impatient with the younger boy as he took his time, and used his hands to push out Cody's little feet from underneath him and causing the remaining five inches off carefully designed wooden glory to jut suddenly into his ass.

"Aaaannhhh!"

"Oh suck it up," replied Mark who used his hands to pick up Cody like a baby, sliding the rod fully out of his ass, turning him to face forwards, and then quickly pushing the youth back down to revel in the breathless look on his face. "Now you're on properly," said Mark as he sat down on the chair beside him.

Cody squirmed in his seat, as the wooden rod's polished, precision-placed bumps and ridges and curves ravaged him with each movement, and each squirm inducing further stimulation from his special "summer outfit".

As the younger boy mewed and wriggled his hips and twisted his feet, the table was set and prepared, with several servants exchanging glances while watching the eleven-year-old-boy try to readjust himself in vain.

Jacqueline Stallbaumer, sitting across from the table from the boy, smiled as Cody squeaked in pleasure while all the while trying to hide his compromised state. The wooden protrusion was undoubtedly capitalizing upon its highly scientific design. With each movement, Cody would cause the most vulnerable areas of his young inner flesh to rub unmercifully against the wooden pole's lab-tested textures. Each instinctive attempt to contract his internal muscles or push it out would only magnify tenfold the boy's sexual pleasure. But however intense the effects may be sitting still, the similarly calculated waves and curves would ensure that vertical movement would yield even more profound results. Time to get the ball rolling, she thought.

"Cody, come over here to get some utensils so you can eat."

Cody looked down in front of him and saw a plate of sausages in front of him. They were steaming hot and looked quite delicious to the boy, who was quite famished from the day's activities. However, Cody realized it would be difficult to get up, since his toes just barely touched the ground, and the front of the chair did not give him enough room to use his feet as leverage. Embarrassed, Cody turned to Mark.

"Ohh... M-Mark... uh... s-sir," panted the naïve Cody. "Can you... uhh... help me get off?"

Mark smiled, looking at the young boy. Cody did not realize the vulgarity of his question, although it did not matter since Mark would not have obliged it anyhow; Cody not to be granted the luxury of orgasm, only the agonizing, perpetual taunt of its arrival. Still, the older boy delighted in the opportunity. He walked over to the waiting youth, putting one arm underneath his knees and the other around his back, as he did before, and slowly lifted Cody up the rod, letting the young boy's anus get fully acquainted with each well-placed bump and ridge that passed. Feigning weakness, Mark would lower Cody slightly as he brought him up in order to further increase the intense sensations already coursing through Cody's body. When finally moving over the larger bulge at the top however, Cody tossed his head back and let out a childish squeal, upon which Mark let go of the boy to suddenly impale him again on the wooden phallus.

"Ohhhhh!!"

"Don't make such a big fuss over this, or I can't lift you up properly," reprimanded a grinning Mark. Cody, eyes closed and mouth hanging open, only squeaked pathetically in response.

As Cody mewed in his arms, Mark took a different approach, this time suddenly lifting the boy completely off of the protrusion. The older boy did this to much effect; the sudden unexpected exodus of the entirety of the long, curved shaft produced a wave of sexual pleasure as great as, if not greater than, his previous sudden impalement. As Cody crumpled in his arms, Mark carried him over to the designated area, gently letting the weakening boy down.

"Honest to God," cried Ms. Stallbaumer. "If you actually have such little energy that you have to be carried, I feel it may be best that he even feed you, just in case you have any problems doing that!"

Cody blushed furiously. He admired the older boy, even though he had just met him, and felt utterly ashamed by how the thirteen-year-old must see him.

Mark, however, was overjoyed at having been unofficially delegated another branch of managerial power: Cody's diet. He led Cody back to his seat, and watched in amusement as the boy once again tried to lower himself slowly onto his seat's protrusion. Of course, that would have been no fun, and Mark swiftly rammed the boy down onto the cushion.

This, however, was too much for Cody's ravaged bum to handle, as an orgasm began to crash through him. In conjunction with the never-ending vibration that seemed to magically emanate from his rear, the sheer magnitude and force of the impalement pushed him soaring over the brink of orgasm.

But alas, the experienced Mark had seen this coming and would definitely not tolerate it; swiftly and with surgical precision, he reached into the boy's compact shorts and tightly grasped the base of Cody's erection the exact moment before release, making it impossible for the ejaculate to travel the four-inch length of Cody's penis. Cody's long awaited orgasm was effectively put to a screeching halt by the timely movements of his tormentor.

"AAaaaUUHHUuhHH!!!"

The desperately horny young boy let out a sob of unbelievable sexual frustration, the explosive release of an entire day's orgasmic buildup unmercifully and expertly suppressed once again. Even over the edge, Cody's body was still under the complete and utter control of the tall, sandy-haired boy only two years his senior.

Jacqueline looked on impressed as Mark released Cody's shaft and tucked it back under the tight elastic front of his shorts. I thought he made a slip when Cody began to come, she thought, but it is now evident that our friend here is in full control. With tricks like that up his sleeve, the woman could only imagine the enormous potential for sexual buildup to which her son would be able to subject Cody.

Having finished her meal, Ms. Stallbaumer began to make her leave, watching contently as Mark dangled the weak and loudly panting Cody's food above his lips, forcing the boy to lift himself up, causing his ass to slide up and down the cherry-red shaft with each exhausting attempt to eat.

Chapter 6

"OHHHhhhhnnnnn... huhhhh..."

Mark let go of Cody's erection after having suppressed the younger boy's orgasm for the eighth time while feeding him. He smiled as he could see the enormous stain of pre-cum marring the elastic front of the boy's pale pink shorts. Mark wiped his hand on his napkin and declared Cody's meal over, advancing closer to him to lift him over the protrusion in his seat.

After once again having been lifted off of the chair, Cody began to turn away when he was stopped by a hearty tug on the leash. "Clean up after yourself," reminded the older boy as he gestured towards the cherry-red rod extending from the cushion. Cody noticed that in addition to its layer of wood finishing, there was a lustrous, pale-white coat of liquid surrounding it.

The young boy reached for his napkin, and began polishing the wooden rod that had only minutes ago been firmly within his ass.

"While you're doing that, I'm just going to clean up back here," Mark said, running his hand over Cody's ass.

"Oh, thank you," replied Cody in agreement. It's a good thing Mark is so helpful feeding me and all, and now this.

Of course, Mark was not simply going to wipe it and be done with it. He reached over to the dinner table and dipped his two fingers into the grease at the bottom of the pot of sausages and started to rub it around Cody's hole. Then, targeting the unsuspecting boy's prostate, he began to piston his fingers in and out of Cody's bum.

"Aauuuhhnn..." exclaimed the surprised Cody. Distracted from what he was doing, he dropped the napkin onto the floor.

"Concentrate on what you are doing, we don't have all night!" Mark chided, pausing his fingers in mid stroke.

As Cody reached down and picked up his napkin, Mark skillfully teased the boy's prostate causing a rush of feelings which surprised Cody, once again dropping his napkin. Only this time Mark did not stop his assault on the poor boy's insides as Cody picked up the napkin and began again to clean his chair. Mark paused to look at the gasping boy before him. Cody's incoherent, muffled groans of pleasure echoed through the room as Mark's fingers continued to ravage the boy's most intimate areas. Mark's other hand was in the front of Cody's shorts ready to stop any orgasmic release that might strike the boy.

Jacqueline Stallbaumer had left the room and was watching in amusement from her high definition television, which linked to advanced cameras placed strategically throughout her home. With it, she watched in full clarity as the artful Mark slowly finger-fucked the submissive Cody while letting the younger boy's orgasms build up, edging closer and closer, then stopping them in their tracks. Brilliant, she thought as she focused again on the events in her screen.

It was about five minutes and three suppressed orgasms later that Mark decided the chair was clean enough. He was ready for some more fun with his new little friend.

"Let's go back up to the changing room," declared Mark. "We'll get you some clean clothing."

Cody nodded in agreement, following his new friend towards the designated room. Mark is so cool, he thought. If anything ever happens to me, he's always there to fix it.

Stepping in after the older boy, Cody again was led to the center of the familiar room. Mark tied Cody's leash to a pipe on the on the far wall and opened his personal drawer, where he carefully picked out a pale blue pair of see-through shorts constructed in the practically the same way as the pair Cody was currently wearing. The major difference was, however, a discreet rectangular strip of metal that would be located at the bottom of Cody's erection. Mark grinned, noting that now all he would need to do to suppress Cody's frequently impending orgasms would be to push firmly against the two ends of the bar. I always knew this would come in handy one day, he thought.

Mark walked over to the younger boy and probed his fingers again into Cody's ass, eliciting a low guttural groan.

"Strip," he ordered, as he watched Cody obediently remove the stained, dripping garment and hand it over to him. Mark removed the metal ring and sniffed the shorts. There was a sweet, musky smell to the clothing, a sure result of the boy's voluminous secretions that had accumulated throughout the day, mixed with the delicious smell of sausage. Crumpling the shorts into a ball, he discarded the old shorts and handed Cody the new, transparent blue underpants, and watched as the boy put it on. The metal ring once again provided a clear outlined path to expose Cody's pink sperm-filled hole, winking happily from the middle of his deep wedgie. Turning away, the older boy headed towards the nearby clothes drawer to set down the still warm length of meat.

Cody, meanwhile, adjusted to his clothing. While his shirt still would frequently torment his nipples, the now tighter band of elastic around the front of his lone undergarment would bring even stronger stimulations with the slightest movement that would compound the effects of his upper garment, which was still the same one Ms. Stallbaumer gave him back at her summer home. The ring that parted the flesh over his over his bum hole would only have slight effects on the parting of his cheeks when he stood up, however bending down would never fail to fully expose his vulnerable rear opening.

Cody looked back over to the older boy, who's erection now jutted through the folds at the front of his shirt. Before he could react, Mark turned him around and pressed his body against him, firmly running his palm over the front of Cody's shorts.

"Wh-what are you doing?" asked the bewildered Cody, gasping at the unexpected stimulation.

Mark slowly bent over to place his mouth right over the child's ear and whispered, "I just wanna play a little game...I'm going to fuck you."

Cody recoiled at this statement, as the older boy slid his large erection through the convenient metal ring and into the younger boy's hole, with the pre-existing sperm acting as a lubricant.

Uughh...This is just... mmhh... like my dream...

Mark pumped his large member in and out of Cody's rear, noting with satisfaction that the ring was exactly the right size.

But Cody's thoughts were much less organized, as his mind teetered back and forth between the huge, seven-inch dick pumping against his prostate and the flashing memories of himself begging to be fucked in the seat of Ms. Stallbaumer's car. It couldn't have been real, he thought.

"Do you know what a bitch is, Cody?" asked the older boy as he watched Cody purr in lust underneath him. "A bitch is someone who begs to get fucked. I know you beg... even my mom knows you beg... so we all know you're a bitch... but what's more important... is whose bitch you are, Cody."

As Cody listened in submission, now getting into position on his hands and knees, with Mark holding him by the waist, his thoughts taking in the older boy's words while his ass took in the older boy's long, hard digit. Uhhh... I... unngh... must be his bitch, thought the younger boy as outwards he could only whimper in affirmation of his implicit role.

"So, do you want me to stop?" Mark asked, whispering in Cody's ear.

"N-no...please fuck me...more, Mark..." Cody gasped, somehow desperate for Mark to continue giving him those feelings even though they would eventually be denied to him.

Mark slid his dick out and before Cody realized, the older boy had rolled him on his back and once again slid his dick through the metal ring. Cody gasped as once again, waves of intense pleasure engulfed him.

"This is what you want, right?" Mark asked, slowing down his thrusts into the boy's body as he pressed on the metal insert in Cody's shorts, he had no intention of letting a single minute go to waste.

"Y...yes...Mark, p...please fuck me some more." Cody pleaded, not wanting the older boy to stop.

Mark smiled and started to pick up the pace. Cody arched his back and gave out out an anguished squeal of defeat, while his dominant partner never failed to deny him every impending sexual climax by pressing on the metal addition to his shorts.

"Aaaannnnnnnhhhh!!!!"
I'm... mmmh... his bitch...