Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2017 21:21:48 -0700
From: Kirk McCorkle <avunculous@gmail.com>
Subject: Master Cody, Part 3

Part 3
Beneath Cody's Feet

by Kirk McCorkle

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Kevin woke up to Cody's cock nudging at his lips.

"Wakey wakey," Cody said. "You've got one last thing to do before you get
the cage off."

Kevin blinked blearily while licking at the head of Cody's cock. He opened
his mouth and Cody slid his cock in, letting Kevin lick at it as he came
awake.

"Here, roll over," Cody said, and Kevin rolled onto his stomach. Cody
pulled his hands behind his back, and before Kevin could rouse his
sleep-addled mind to protest, Cody was tying up his hands with rope.

Once he had the ropes secured, Cody rolled Kevin onto his back again, his
bound hands pinned awkwardly beneath him. Cody dragged Kevin to the edge of
the bed and laid him so his head was hanging over.

"Master, what time is it? I've got to-"

"Shh," Cody said. "Me first."

He stood beside the bed and put his cock to Kevin's lips again, and Kevin
opened his mouth automatically. It was only when Cody's cock was pressing
at the back of his throat that he realized what his position meant. Cody
was going to start his morning with a good face fuck, and there was nothing
Kevin could do about it.

Kevin tried to relax his throat as Cody's cock started pushing into him.
Cody was pushing forward a while, giving Kevin time to get used to his
cock, then pulling back, letting Kevin breathe. Gradually he shoved in
deeper, while Kevin struggled for breath underneath him. Kevin tried to
keep his gag reflex under control and allow his Master's cock into him, but
just as he thought he was going to get it down he felt his gag reflex kick
in. He started sputtering and choking around the huge cock in his mouth.

"Don't know how to deep throat, huh?" Cody said. He pulled his cock out,
and Kevin coughed and snorted and tried to compose himself.

"Well, that's attractive." Cody grabbed a handful of blanket and wiped
Kevin's face off, then positioned himself to try again. He lowered his cock
to Kevin's mouth.

"Master, please, I have to pee," Kevin said, and then Cody's cock head was
filling his face.

"Yeah, I always have to when I get up too," Cody said. "Get me off first,
then you can pee."

Cody's cock started pushing at his throat again, and Kevin tried to relax
and allow it to enter while trying to keep from pissing himself. If his
cock had been able to get hard he might not have had so much trouble, but
it was still imprisoned in the steel chastity device. Kevin pulled at the
ropes on his wrists as Cody's cock tried to push its way down his throat.
While it wasn't his usual way to start the morning, Kevin had to admit that
he was undeniably wide awake.

The urgency of his bladder made Kevin desperate to get Cody's cock down his
throat. He started trying to swallow as it pushed forward, and he found
that helped a lot. Feeling the resistance weaken, Cody thrust his cock down
Kevin's throat and held it there.

Kevin felt a sense of achievement accompanied by a wave of complete
horniness that had his cock trying to burst out of its cage. Followed by a
sense of panic at his dwindling air supply. Kevin tried to breathe through
his nose, but he couldn't figure out how with Cody's cock seemingly filling
up his whole neck.

Finally Cody pulled out a bit, and Kevin gasped for air around his cock.
Then the cockhead was pushing into his throat again, and Kevin opened up to
let it in. By this time his hands were going numb behind him, his cock was
desperate for release, his lungs were aching for air, and his Master's cock
was deep inside him. Plus he had to pee. The overwhelming sensations had
driven all throught from Kevin's head, and he was reduced to a writhing
mass of desperation.

Cody pulled his cock out again, and Kevin gasped in the air he desperately
needed. He got three breaths in this time while Cody jacked his cock, then
the big teenage schlong was pushing back into his esophagus again. Kevin
knew what to do this time, and he was able to let Cody fuck his way into
his throat quickly. Again Cody held his big cock down Kevin's throat and
again Kevin struggled, feet thrashing on the bed as he tried to breathe
around his Master's manhood.

Then Cody pulled out and started stroking his cock, and huge wads of cum
were flying out over Kevin's upturned face. His Master's cum spattered all
over him as he tried to breathe and to lick up all of the cum that he
could. A blast hit him straight in the mouth, then one on the chin, and
then his Master was using his cock to smear cum all over Kevin's face.

Kevin licked at Cody's cock as a few last spurts of cum dribbled out. Then
Cody straightened up and stretched.

"Nice way to start the day," he said.

"Good morning Master," Kevin said. "I really have to pee."

Cody grinned and ran his hand through his shaggy hair. "I'm not stopping
you."

Kevin rolled over and pulled at the rope binding his hands. "Could you
untie me, please, Master?"

Cody flopped down on the bed next to him. "Nope."

"Argh." Kevin flopped around on the bed until he had his legs over the
side, then he levered himself upright and headed for the bathroom. He
closed the door behind him, then flipped the toilet lid up with one foot.
He sat and let loose, feeling enough like a dam bursting that he was glad
there were no villages downstream.

At which point he started to wonder what he would do when he was done.
Peeing in a chastity device, he knew from personal experimentation, was
messy and required some cleanup afterward. He debated his options as his
flood wound down.

"Umm... Master?" Kevin tried to make his voice loud enough to reach Cody in
the bedroom, but soft enough not to set off Mrs. Henning.

There was no response.

He tried again, a little louder, and he thought he heard some movement, but
no response.

He was starting to wonder if he should try to get in the shower with his
hands bound when the bathroom door opened.

"Something you need?" Cody asked.

"Umm... the cock cage is kind of messy after..." Kevin trailed off, feeling
absurd sitting on the john with his hands behind his back and his cock in a
cage. On the other hand, if he'd seen a picture of this online, he'd
definitely have put it on his Tumblr feed.

"Ah. Okay. Ew. Gotcha," Cody said. "One sec."

He went off to the bedroom and came back with the tiny keys to Kevin's
chastity cage. He had Kevin stand and turn around, then untied his hands.

"Here you go," Cody said, handing Kevin the keys. "Get cleaned up, but no
jerking off."

Cody left Kevin in the bathroom. Kevin unlocked the cock cage and gingerly
pulled it off his junk. By the time he was in the shower his cock was hard
and begging for release. Kevin considered jacking off for a moment while he
was slathering himself with body wash, but it was only a fleeting thought.
His Master wouldn't want that.

His cock twitched.

Kevin finished showering and got prepped for his day, then washed up the
cock cage with the toy cleaner he kept under the sink. When he emerged he
was met with the smell of bacon from the kitchen.

Instantly grateful that he'd cleaned the expired food out of his fridge and
gone shopping after Cody's last visit, Kevin hitched up his towel and went
to check up on his kitchen. Cody was cracking eggs into a measuring cup and
humming something vaguely tuneless. "You really, really, really need some
music in this place."

"I usually just listen to the music channels on the cable," Kevin said.

Cody turned to him with a look of mock horror. "Those are for
grandmothers," he said. "My nana listens to those."

"Where'd you learn how to cook, Master?" Kevin asked.

"At my house if you don't cook you don't eat." Cody turned back to his eggs
and dumped them in the bacon grease in the frying pan. "I also do a mean
mac and cheese."

"Well, thanks, Master," Kevin said.

"I figured you wouldn't want to be late for work."

"Oh shit." Kevin looked at the clock. "Oh, shit. I gotta-"

"Yeah, go." Cody waved him away with a spatula.

Kevin got his work clothes on in record time, and was tying his tie when he
rejoined Cody. There was a plate with a heap of eggs and a few strips of
bacon at his place. Kevin was about to sit down, but then he thought better
of it. He bowed and waited.

"Yeah, go ahead and eat. You're gonna be late," Cody said. He'd already
started on his breakfast. "I've got my stuff together, and I'll be out of
here when you leave. I'll check in at the Albertson's down on 5th."

"You're going to wear that?" Kevin asked, only realizing how it sounded
after he'd said it.

"It's all I've got," Cody said. "It'll be okay. I can be really convincing."

"Yeah, I know, but..." Kevin took a moment and thought about what he was
about to do, but he couldn't talk himself out of it. "Master, I'd like to
suggest something. I think you should stay here and rest today. You've had
a ridiculously hard week, and you're exhausted. It's Friday, so we can take
the weekend and get you ready for job hunting."

"Seriously? You'd trust me in your place? I'm a total stranger."

Kevin shrugged. "I've trusted you more than that already."

"I'm down to eight bucks," Cody said. "I've got to get a job about
yesterday."

"I wanted to talk to you about this when I had more time," Kevin said, "If
you were just some guy I knew, some friend from work, and you were in this
situation, I'd help you out. So I'm not letting you stay here because we're
having sex, or not just. Anyway, there have been times in my life when a
little help made a lot of difference, and I'm in a position where I can, I
mean, I have the means to, and it's not an obligation thing or because of-"

"Kevin? Are you having a stroke?" Cody asked, concern in his voice.

"Look, I want to give you two hundred dollars. It's an easy thing for me to
do, and it'll make a big difference to you right now. You can get
job-search clothes, maybe work clothes when you need them, and you won't be
under so much time pressure."

"Holy shit, Kevin." Cody looked shocked. "That's amazing of you. I
shouldn't take it, but hell, you know where I'm at. Look, I'll pay you
back, as soon as possible."

"You don't have to, Kevin said. "It's a gift. I don't loan money to my
friends, it never works out well."

"That's incredibly nice of you. Thank you."

"So we'll go out this weekend and get you set up, and you'll kick ass at
your interviews," Kevin said, finishing off his eggs. "And I'm seriously
going to be late. I gotta go."

Kevin picked up his plate, but Cody took it from him. "I'll clean up."

"Thanks." Kevin threw what he needed for the day in his bag and headed for
the front door. "All right, call me if you need anything. You know where
the food is, and the remote. I hope you don't get too bored."

"Hey, what's your wifi password?" Cody asked.

Kevin hesitated a moment, but he figured if Cody was in his apartment for
the day, he was pretty much at his mercy anyway. He shrugged. "It's Snorlax
nine-fifty-two asterisk."

"You have good taste in Pokemon." Cody grinned and came over to Kevin. For
a moment, Kevin thought he was going to kiss him goodbye in a weird
simulacrum of mid-1950s suburban domesticity. But instead, Cody met him at
the door, pulled his sneaker off, and held it over Kevin's face.

"You have thirty seconds to cum, slave," Cody said.

Kevin was stunned for a moment, trying to switch gears between getting
ready for work and having a hot teenager suddenly demand that he
masturbate. He dropped his work bag on the ground and fumbled at the fly of
his slacks. He breathed in his Master's scent while he got his hardening
cock out of his pants.

His Master put one hand on the back of his head, and pressed the sneaker
into his face with the other. "Come on, boy," he said. "Let's see you cum."

Kevin started beating his meat frantically. He heaved in a deep breath of
his Master's scent, and tried remembering what it was like to lick his
Master's feet, to be tied down at his Master's mercy, to suck on Master's
cock, to be fucked by Master. And he was just about to cum when...

"Time's up," Cody said, and he whipped the shoe away from Kevin's face.
"Have fun at work."

Kevin stared after him, cock in hand, as Cody sauntered into the living
room.

Kevin tucked his cock away, straightened his tie and tried to get himself
in order again. "I'll... um... I'll be back after 5," Kevin said. He was
halfway out the door when he remembered his work bag. He grabbed it and
looked back at Cody, who gave him a little smirk and a wave from the couch.

"Bye, Master," Kevin said. He shut the door and locked it, and turned to
see Mrs. Henning waiting for the elevator. She stared at the button panel
disdainfully the whole ride down to the lobby.

When Kevin got home that evening he had a moment of terror as he put his
key into the lock. There wasn't any sound on the other side of the door. He
half expected to open the door to find his house emptied out.

Instead, he found the smell of tomato sauce and a tidy living room. It
looked like Cody had cleaned up the house while Kevin was at work. Kevin
came in and closed the door quietly behind him, and looked around for Cody.

He was asleep in the bedroom, lying on the comforter fully clothed except
for his shoes. Kevin looked him over. From his big feet in ancient socks to
his magnificent denim-clad ass to his face, a little arrogant even in
sleep, he was perfect. Whenever Kevin saw a guy like this on the street
he'd always think to himself, 'What I wouldn't do to get my face under
those feet.'

And now he was finding out.

Kevin took a last longing glimpse at his sleeping Master, and then at his
Nikes on the floor beside the bed, and went to see what was up in the
kitchen. Cody had gotten out his crock pot and there was spaghetti sauce
cooking away in it. It smelled pretty good. Kevin let it be and went out to
the living room, got out his laptop and a pair of headphones, and proceeded
to waste time on the Web.

After maybe half an hour Cody appeared in the door to the bedroom, looking
bleary-eyed and tousled.

Kevin took off the headphones and said, "Hey. Good morning, Master."

"Mmm. Morning." Cody ran his hands through his hair and went into the
kitchen. Kevin got up and followed him in. Cody was checking on the sauce.

"That smells good, Master," Kevin said.

"Thanks. I hope you don't mind, I used the hamburger from your freezer."
Cody tasted the sauce.

"No, that's great. When's dinner?"

"Well, the longer the sauce cooks the better. And it'll just take twenty
minutes for the pasta. So, whenever I want." Cody put the spoon down. "You
haven't kissed my feet hello, slave."

Kevin got to his knees on his kitchen floor, and bent down to kiss the
Nikes he was becoming intimately familiar with. He pressed his lips to the
laces of Cody's right sneaker, and worked his way down to the toe. Then he
did the same for his left.

"All right. Crawl on out to the living room, slave," Cody said.

Kevin turned around in the tight space and crawled out of the room, with
Cody following close behind him. Cody flopped down on the sofa, running his
hands through his hair. "Damn, I need a haircut," he said.

Kevin knelt before him and looked him over. His hair looked like it had
been a short cut a long time ago, but now it looked decidedly chaotic.

"If you want me to, I could try cutting it, Master," Kevin said.

"You're a hairdresser?" Cody asked.

"No, but I used to cut my own hair when I was in college. It was cheap, and
it looked okay."

Cody looked at him suspiciously. "Why did you stop?"

"There's only really one haircut you can give yourself with clippers, and I
got tired of it," Kevin said. "But I got pretty good at it."

"All right, sure," Cody shrugged. "When do you want to do it?"

"Now? If we've got time before dinner, Master?"

"Sure, why not."

Kevin grinned. "Let me get a few things together, Master."

Kevin changed into a t-shirt and shorts, and started hunting down the stuff
he'd need. A few minutes later Kevin had set up a dining room chair in the
middle of a big plastic painter's tarp and was arranging the parts from a
set of clippers on the dining room table. "All right, I should be set,
Master," he said.

Cody came in, looked over the equipment, took off his shirt and sat down.
"Where did you learn how to do this?" he asked.

"Youtube," Kevin said. He picked out a 5/8" guard and put it on the
clippers. "I'm going to start off a little long, see how you like it."

"What kind of haircut are you giving me here?" Cody asked.

"Short on the sides, longer on top, a little longer than that in front,"
Kevin said. "It's kind of the generic American haircut."

"Sold!" Cody said. "Let me have it."

Kevin started up the clippers, took a deep breath, and put them to the back
of Cody's neck, just under the hairline. He slid them upwards over his
scalp, and Cody's hair rained down on the plastic.

"Ever cut anyone else's hair before?" Cody asked.

"A few friends back in college," Kevin said. "It was kind of fun. Hot.
Master."

Kevin kept running the clippers slowly over the back of Cody's head,
watching as the smooth texture emerged from the jumbled tangles. Cody
leaned his head down, obviously enjoying the sensation. Giving haircuts had
always been a sensual thing for Kevin, and he didn't really have any reason
to hold back. He started running his free hand over the newly shorn hair as
he was cutting, letting his hand drift over Cody's neck and down his
shoulders as he worked.

When he was done with the first pass on the back and the sides, Kevin
switched to a longer guard and started on the top of Cody's head. By this
time Cody had his eyes closed and a look of relaxed bliss on his face, and
Kevin's hand was drifting as far down as his nipples when he had a chance.

Kevin finished up with the top and the front, cleaned up the whole thing,
then went to shave Cody's neck. He put the shaving cream on with a
deliberate slowness, stroking Cody's neck with it. Then he took a new
twin-blade razor and gently cleaned up Cody's neckline, making sure to
breathe on the cool shaved skin as often as he could so he could watch Cody
shiver.

He checked over his work, made a few tweaks with the scissors, then handed
the mirror to Cody. "What do you think, Master?"

Cody looked himself over. "Not bad. That's pretty much how I wear it
anyway. Nice." He put the mirror down and turned to Kevin. "Your turn. Go
get me some rope."

Kevin thought about objecting, and even opened his mouth, but thought
better of it. He went and got a few lengths of rope from the duffel bag.

Cody was standing by the chair when he got back. "Strip," he said.

Kevin took off his clothes and piled them next to the tarp.

"Sit," Cody said.

Kevin sat in the chair.

Cody went behind him and tied his hands to the sides of the chair. Then his
Master put couple of lengths of rope went around his chest, arms and
shoulders, and he was bound fast to the chair. His legs were free, though,
which seemed odd.

Cody picked up the clippers and took the guard off. He rubbed one hand over
his head. "Since you've given me a nice haircut, I think I should repay
you," he said. He brought the clippers up to the side of Kevin's face, just
where his sideburn ended. "Or maybe I'll start with these," he said, and he
put the clippers next to Kevin's eyebrow. "Shave all your hair off, and
everyone will know you're my slave."

"Please, Master-"

"Hush." Cody grabbed Kevin's face and turned his head from side to side,
keeping the clippers perilously close to his hair. "I think maybe I should
start here," he said, and put the clipper to the back of Kevin's neck.
Kevin could hear it shaving the short hairs on his neck off as it moved
upwards. "Yup, my own bald little slave boy..."

Kevin took a deep breath and bit his lips, trying to keep from objecting.
At the last second, just before getting to his hairline. He switched it
off. "Maybe later."

Kevin relaxed, slumping in his bonds against the back of the chair, his
legs spread wide.

Then Cody reached between his legs and took Kevin's junk in his hand. He
brought the clippers right up to Kevin's pubes and flicked them on. "Or I
could just take these off."

"Nooo, Master, please!" Kevin pleaded.

"Yup. I'm going to have a bald slave boy one way or another." Cody put the
blade of the clippers to Kevin's pubes, and took a big chunk of hair right
out of the middle.

"Oh, no..." Kevin said. His cock was completely hard in Cody's hand.

"Yeah. This is happening." Cody smiled at Kevin and knelt in front of him.
Keeping Kevin's cock in his left hand, he used his right to buzz off any
hint of pubes he could find. He was handling Kevin's cock and balls
roughly, pushing them aside to get them out of the way, smooshing them this
way or that to get a better angle at his pubes.

Cody pulled Kevin's balls up and looked under them, clippers at the ready.
"Yup. Gonna need to shave that ass too."

He stood up, put the clippers down and went behind Kevin, and the next
thing Kevin knew he was being pulled backwards, and then he was falling.
Tied to the chair, he was helpless to stop it. His legs kicked out
involuntarily as he plunged towards the tile floor. Kevin let out a scream.

Cody caught him at the last second and let him gently down onto the tarp.
Cody grinned at Kevin, and opened his mouth to say something, but just then
Mrs. Henning started pounding on the wall.

"Shh." Cody held a finger up to his lips. Then he knelt and got the
clippers started up again.

With the back of the chair on the ground, Kevin was able to hunch his ass
up off the seat to give Cody better access to the underside of his balls.
He put his feet up on the legs of the chair, spread his legs as wide as he
could, and tried not to think about the possibility of the clippers nicking
his balls.

Cody went in close with the clippers and shaved for a while around Kevin's
taint. Then he smacked his thigh.

"That should do it, slave boy. I'll let you clean it up." Cody stood up and
put the clippers down, then he put one his foot on Kevin's chest. Kevin
looked up at him from the floor, piles of his Master's hair around him.
He'd never seen anything as magnificent as his Master towering above him.

"My slave," he said.

"Yes, Master."

Cody patted Kevin's chest with his foot. "Okay, I'm going to take a shower
to get all this hair off me. Get this cleaned up by the time I'm done." He
walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

Kevin stared after him for a moment, then shook his head. He pulled at the
ropes around his wrists. They were firmly tied, not tight enough to cut off
circulation, but he definitely wasn't going to be able to just wriggle out
of them. With his chest bound to the back of the chair he couldn't get a
really good look at them, but he could do kind of a half sit-up and get a
glimpse of his wrists. On the left one the knot was nowhere in sight,
probably pinned under the chair. but on the right wrist the knot was just
barely within reach of his fingers. He heard the shower start up.

He spent what seemed like forever working the knot toward him with the tips
of his fingers, and then slowly loosening it. He had just gotten it undone
when the shower stopped running.

Kevin struggled to get his right arm free, but the ropes were pinned under
the back of the chair. Even with the knot undone he couldn't get his arm
free.

He was still struggling with it when the bathroom door opened and Cody
emerged, naked. He looked Kevin over. "Pathetic. I gave you one simple
order, slave."

"I'm sorry, Master," Kevin said.

"Yeah, you are," Cody said, "So I'm going to give you another chance. If
you don't cum in the next twenty minutes, you won't get punished."

"Thank you, Master." Kevin's brain went into turbo mode trying to imagine
what might happen in the next twenty minutes.

Cody retied the ropes around Kevin's right wrist, then dragged the chair,
with Cody bound to it, off of the tarp and onto the living room rug. He
knelt next to Kevin and stroked his cock a couple of times. "Already hard,
huh? That's not a good sign."

"I'm really sorry, Master. I tried to get out of the ropes, but you tied
them too well," Kevin said.

"You know, I don't want to listen to you. And I need a better place to
sit." Cody looked around the living room. "Wait. I know."

He swung his leg over Kevin's head so his ass was positioned over Kevin's
face. He stroked Kevin's cock while he slowly lowered his ass towards
Kevin's waiting mouth.

Kevin watched his Master's smooth teenage butt descend towards him. He
tried to say something, tried to figure out if he really wanted Cody to sit
on his face, tried to remember his safeword, wondered if his safeword would
work with his face buried in his Master's ass.

Kevin closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue.

Cody's asshole was warm and firm and still damp from the shower. Kevin
licked at it as Cody straddled his face and stroked his cock.

The idea that he was licking another boy's asshole was abhorrent to Kevin.
He was tied to a chair on his living room floor, licking and sucking the
ass of some young thug, and yet he was getting off on it. With Cody
stroking his cock, in fact, he was getting off on it a little too much.
There was no way he was going to last twenty minutes like this.

Cody settled his ass down on Kevin's face, and Kevin found himself buried
in it. He could still breathe through his nose, barely, but his face was
submerged in hairy ass crack. Kevin licked and poked and probed at Cody's
asshole with his tongue.

Cody quit stroking Kevin's cock and started jacking his own. "Oh, goddamn,
that feels good!"

Kevin licked around the rim of Cody's asshole, then across it a few times,
and then decided the hell with it. He tried poking his tongue into Cody's
pucker.

Cody shuddered above him.

Kevin kept teasing around the edge of his Master's hole, and then invading
it with the tip of his tongue. He started thrusting his tongue in deeper.
He'd expected to be disgusted, but there wasn't much of a taste, just
something musky. Just enough to remind him that he had his face buried deep
in a teenager's ass.

At least Cody wasn't jacking him off anymore. At this rate, if he could
keep Cody amused for twenty minutes, maybe he could avoid whatever
punishment his Master had in mind. With that thought, Kevin lodged his
tongue up his Master's ass and started wriggling it for all he was worth.

Above him his Master groaned and ground his ass down onto Kevin's face. Now
Kevin was having problems breathing, smothered between Cody's ass cheeks,
but he kept valiantly tonguing Cody's hole.

He felt his Master's ass contract around his tongue, and then he felt the
first few warm drops of his Master's cum on his chest. Cody shoved his ass
down on Kevin's tongue, crushing his nose, cutting off all air while his
cum sprayed out over Kevin's chest and abs. Kevin kept tonguing him even as
his orgasm started to fade.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot," Cody said.

Kevin felt his Master scrape the cum off his chest, then he felt a warm wet
hand on his cock. He groaned into Cody's ass.

Cody kept his seat on Kevin's face while he jacked off his cock with one
hand. Kevin felt the fingers of the other hand playing with his asshole.

"I've got five whole minutes, slave," Cody said. "Think I can do it?"

Kevin let out a resigned whine into Cody's ass.

With his Master's hands bringing unbearable pleasure to his ass and cock,
and his Master's magnificent ass over his face, Kevin didn't stand a
chance. He gave up struggling, stuck his tongue out, and licked his
Master's ass.

"Yeah, get used to that, slave," Cody said. "You're going to be doing that
a lot. That felt good."

Cody's hand was pumping Kevin's cock slowly and steadily, while the other
hand was teasing his hole. Kevin felt his orgasm build up within him, and
he pulled at the ropes binding him to the chair as he came, his tongue
buried deep in his Master. His hips bucked up off the seat of the chair,
his tongue lapping at his Master's ass, his cum spattering on his abs to
join his Master's.

He was trembling when Cody rose up off his face.

"You liked that, huh?" Cody asked.

"Yes, Master."

"Good." Cody lifted the chair back upright with Kevin in it. Then he
started to undo the ropes. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, because you've got
some punishment coming. And you also came without having my feet in your
face. I'll get you sorted out after dinner."

"Thank you, Master." Kevin was dazed as he got up from the chair, rubbing
his arms. The ropemarks were pretty vivid.

"Okay, you want to get all this cleaned up and I'll get dinner ready?" Cody
asked, pulling on his underwear.

"Um... sure. Yes, Master."

"You don't get to put on clothes."

They got cleaned up, and Kevin brought some order back to the devastated
dining room. It was strange doing housework while naked, especially when
his young Master was fully clothed. When he'd vacuumed and put all the
haircutting gear back in place, Cody just about had dinner ready.

When Cody brought their plates to the table, Kevin stood by his chair,
waiting for orders. Cody nodded to him, and said, "Go ahead and sit down."

Kevin took a seat. "Thank you, Master," he said.

"Hmm. You know, let's tone things down a bit. How about you drop out of
slave mode for dinner?" Cody offered Kevin some garlic bread. "Relax a bit."

"Umm... thank you, Master. Should I still call you Master?" Kevin dug into
his food.

"That or Sir, every once in a while so you don't get too cocky."

"All right," Kevin said. "I figure we'll go out tomorrow, stop by a few
places, get you some clothes. We'll swing by the grocery stores in the area
first, so you can get a look at what they're wearing. I think most of them
wear black pants, so if we get you a couple of pairs of those and a couple
of shirts and ties, you should be all set for interviews and the first few
days of work."

"Good plan," Cody said. "Thanks."

"Yeah, it'll be fun. I love going to thrift stores. You can get some great
stuff there." Kevin twirled some spaghetti on his fork. "This is really
good."

"Thanks. I like your kitchen."

Kevin looked over at his apartment's little kitchen, with about three
postage stamps' worth of counter space. "So, how are you doing with all
this? It's got to be a big change for you. You missing home at all?"

Cody let out a short bark of a laugh. "Fuck that place," he said. "If I can
get set up with a job and a place and school, I'm never even going to think
about that place again."

"What was so bad?" Kevin asked.

Cody put a big forkful of spaghetti in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully.
"Nobody liked me for who I am," he said.

Kevin considered a couple of easy responses to that, but decided to ask.
"So, who are you? Sir?"

"Gay," he said. "Kinky. Smart, but you wouldn't know it based on my grades."

"Yeah, a lot of smart people get bored in high school and don't do well,"
Kevin said. "College is more their speed."

"That's the plan," Cody said.

"Did your parents go to college?"

"Nope. I'd be the first one in my family," Cody grabbed another piece of
garlic bread.

"You can get good financial aid for that, you know. You should ask at the
financial aid office," Kevin said. "A lot of stuff at college doesn't make
any sense unless you've been there. I'll be happy to show you the ropes.
Especially during registration, that's a pain in the ass. What are you
thinking of studying, Master?"

"Electronics, I guess." Cody was mopping up the last of the spaghetti
sauce. "I like fixing stuff. Making stuff."

"That's a good field," Kevin said.

"I hope so."

The conversation revolved around college for most of the rest of dinner.
Once Cody got talking, he had a ton of questions. Kevin did his best to
answer, balancing out his roles as advisor and as respectful servant.

Once they'd covered the basics of transferable credits, Cody grinned across
the remains of dinner at Kevin. "You ready for your punishment, slave?"

Kevin gulped down a last bite of pasta. "Yes, Master."

"Get out to the living room."

Kevin made to pick up his plate, but Cody said, "Leave it, slave. Get your
ass out into the living room."

Kevin went into the living room and knelt by the coffee table. Cody did a
couple of things in the kitchen, then went into the bedroom. He emerged
with the gear bag.

Kevin stood at attention while Cody pulled rope out of the bag, then set
about tying up the lounge chair. It was an old ratty chair that kind of
matched the sofa. Kevin had inherited it from a roommate back in college.
Cody wound ropes around its legs and underneath it, and then turned to
Kevin.

He put the leather cuffs on Kevin's wrists, then knelt to put the fetters
on Kevin's ankles. He put the collar on him last.

He pulled Kevin towards the chair by his collar. "Sit," he said.

Once Kevin was in the chair, Cody tied ropes to the cuffs on his wrists and
ankles. Not quite satisfied with that, he added a couple of ropes securing
Kevin's upper arms and his knees to the chair. When he was done, Kevin was
sitting with his legs splayed wide open, arms bound to the arms of the
chair, feet bound to the legs. It had never been the most comfortable of
chairs, but Kevin had to admit that with the ropes he felt right at home.

Cody brought over a couple of bandannas, and he folded one up and used it
to blindfold Kevin. Then Kevin felt the other bandanna in his mouth,
pulling the corners of his mouth back and being tied behind his head.

Then he felt Cody take hold of his junk, and he felt him putting his balls
through what had to be the ring of the chastity device. When Cody had his
cock caged up, he kept messing with it for a while. Kevin was sure he heard
the snap of a rubber band.

"Okay, slave," Cody said. "This is your punishment. I'm going to watch a
movie. Maybe two. You're going to sit here and not cum. If you feel like
you're going to cum, grunt three times. If you cum, your punishment will be
a lot more severe. Got it, slave?"

Kevin nodded.

"All right, then. Here we go." Kevin felt a pair of headphones go over his
ears, then he felt Cody wrapping the Ace bandage around his head to keep
them in place. Then he heard a click and a hum, and his cock cage started
vibrating.

And then a noise started in his ears. It was a humming, buzzing whine, and
it was intensely annoying. It scaled up and down randomly, but was never
any less than fully irritating. It wasn't really loud, but it sounded like
it was right beside his head.

Then he felt Cody fingering his nipples, then pinching them, and then
clamping something onto them. Clothespins.

Then Cody patted him on the head and left him there.

The vibration in the cock cage was just enough to keep Kevin's cock hard
and straining for release. The clothespins were just painful enough that he
couldn't take his mind off of them either. The sound in his head was
irritatingly distracting. And he couldn't do anything about any of them.
When he pulled at his bonds, the ropes held fast. He couldn't reach the
knots securing the cuffs to the arms of the chair. He had enough slack to
be able to move around some, but not nearly enough to allow him to get free.

Somewhere in the distance he heard the TV set turn on, but he couldn't make
much out beyond the incredibly annoying sound in his ears.

Kevin relaxed to his predicament, slumping into the chair, trying to give
in to the sensations of pain and frustration and annoyance. It was only
going to be an hour and a half or so, maybe two hours. He could take just
about anything for that long.

The more he tried to relax, though, the more his mind bounced from his cock
to his nipples to his ears and back to his frustrated cock again. He tried
to force himself to keep still and let all the sensation wash over him. He
tried to think of the Master he was doing this for, but that just made his
cock harder.

Kevin realized he had no idea how much time had passed. He could only hear
the movie now and then when it got loud, and he couldn't make out anything
but the occasional explosion. It could have been minutes, or it might be
almost the end of the movie. Or Cody may have started another movie.

Kevin convinced himself the end of the movie was almost near, and started
interpreting every sound he heard as evidence that the credits were about
to roll. He started getting disappointed every time his hopes proved to be
false. He found himself trying to will the movie to end, to make the noise
in his head and the pain in his nipples and the urgent horniness in his
cock finally mercifully stop.

He lost it. Kevin started thrashing about in his bonds, trying to fling the
headphones off his head, trying to get the vibrator off his cock cage,
trying to get the clothespins off his nipples. He bucked in the chair,
feeling the ropes dig into his knees and arms and chest, trying to rid
himself of the vibrations that were driving him mad. If he'd been able to
talk he would have begged his Master to release him, he would have promised
him anything to end just one of his torments.

But the buzzing in his cock and the buzzing in his ears and the electric
ache of his nipples conspired to torment him endlessly. Kevin collapsed,
limp, resigned again to his torment.

A very, very long time passed. At one point, Kevin heard the movie stop.
His whole body tensed up in anticipation of being released. He heard his
Master's voice, but it wasn't talking to him. Kevin couldn't hear much but
it sounded like he talked on the phone a while. Then the movie started up
again.

Kevin drooped in his bonds. He realized there were tears soaking into the
bandanna, and then he started sobbing. All he could think about was how
much he wanted his Master to come and free him from all of this. How much
he wanted his Master.

It had been an eternity when the music for the credits blared. Kevin
couldn't even bring himself to react, he just lay limply in the chair.

The insanely annoying sound stopped, and Kevin had never heard anything as
beautiful as the silence that ensued. Cody unwrapped the Ace bandage from
around his head, and took the headphones off.

Kevin tried to gasp out "Thank you, Master," through his gag.

Cody put his hand over Kevin's mouth. "Did you like your punishment, slave?"

Kevin shook his head, relishing the feel of Cody's hand over his mouth.

"Good. Now it's time for your training."

Cody untied his gag and gave him a drink of water. Then Kevin felt
something being stuffed into his mouth. He tasted Cody's feet, and a wave
of gratitude washed over him. Cody's socks were in his mouth. He'd be
allowed to cum soon.

Cody put the headphones back on him, and then Kevin felt and smelled one of
Cody's sneakers being pushed against his face. Then Cody started wrapping
the bandage around his head again, securing the Nike and the headphones in
place.

Then he felt the vibrator click on, and the familiar sensations flooded
Kevin's cock again. Then he heard another click and the vibrations
intensified. Cody had turned it to high.

Cody's voice came from the headphones. "The taste of your Master's feet is
the taste of sex. Your Master owns you. You belong to Master Cody..."
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