Master Cody

Master Cody

Part 2 Under Cody's Feet

by Kirk McCorkle

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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. Panic and flee. I welcome your feedback, and hope you enjoy the story.

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Kevin was naked when he answered the door at 5:54 on Thursday. Cody walked in, dumped his backpack, and said "Kneel."

Kevin dropped to his knees and waited, staring at Cody's Nikes. He'd spent the past two days fantasizing about Cody, playing with himself but never cumming, and now that Cody was here Kevin was actually salivating.

"Good boy, waiting for permission," Cody said, and ruffled Kevin's hair. "Okay, you can kiss my feet now."

Kevin threw himself to the floor in front of Cody's sneakers and started kissing and licking them. He humped the carpet as he bathed in his Master's smell.

"You really missed me, huh?" Cody said. "Now come kiss my cock hello."

Cody unzipped his jeans and flopped the head of his soft cock out. Kevin got to his knees and kissed Cody's cockhead, then gave it a lick, then sucked it into his mouth and started tonguing at it.

"Okay, boy. Now kiss your cock goodbye." Cody pulled his cock out of Kevin's mouth. "Go get your gear."

Kevin considered asking what Cody meant, but thought better of it. He scampered off to his bedroom to retrieve the duffel bag full of gear. He brought it back to Cody, who was reclining on the couch. Kevin knelt and offered him the bag.

"Get out the cock cage and put it on," Cody said.

Kevin dug out the metal chastity device and lubed it up. Then, kneeling at his Master's feet, he shoved first one ball then another into the metal ring, then managed to get his cock through, even though it had started hardening. He shoved it into the metal cage, then attached the cage to the cock ring. Once it was all assembled, he'd barely be able to touch his cock. He put the lock in place.

"Don't lock it," Cody said.

Kevin looked up at him expectantly.

"If you lock that, you're agreeing to keep it on until I tell you to take it off. I may ask you to do all sorts of things to earn a chance to touch your cock again. Are you ready for that?"

"Yes, Sir." Kevin clicked the lock shut.

"Good boy." Cody ruffled his hair, then grabbed the duffel bag and started rifling through it. "Here, put this on."

He gave Kevin his collar.

Kevin buckled it around his neck. It was different than having Cody put it on him; instead of feeling owned, he felt like he was giving himself away.

"You look good. Okay, slave. I haven't had a chance to shower in a couple of days, and I stink. My feet especially. You're going to lick them clean."

Cody lay back on the sofa and propped his feet up on the arm. Kevin crawled over and kissed Cody's right Nike. He started with the tip, then moved down the side to the heel. He kissed his way up the other side, and then over to the laces. He started undoing them with his teeth, but Cody pulled his foot away.

"You're not done licking my kicks yet, slave. I'll tell you when you can take them off.

"Thank you, Master," Kevin said, and got down to really worshiping Cody's sneakers. He put his tongue to the leather swoosh along the side and licked it clean.

Even through the leather of Cody's sneakers Kevin could smell his feet. He would have expected to be grossed out, but instead he was longing to pull off Cody's Nikes and taste those days-old socks. His cock was getting hard in its metal cage, sliding down the bars, seeking release. All too soon it met up with the end of the cage.

Kevin switched over to Cody's left foot and started licking the leather clean. Every so often he'd glance up at Cody, who had his cock out and was stroking it idly, watching Kevin debase himself at his feet.

"Untie them, slave boy. No hands."

Kevin made quick work of the knot on Cody's right sneaker with his teeth, then started on the other one.

"Okay, slave boy," Cody said, "You can take my right Nike off. Slowly. Get your nose into it as it comes off."

Kevin slid the sneaker off Cody's heel, pressing his face close as he did, and the hot wet stench came pouring out at him. Kevin's cock was instantly straining against the confines of its cage.

"You know, I don't think I've showered since I was here last," Cody said as Kevin inhaled him. "I know I haven't taken those kicks off since yesterday morning. Get your face in there and get a good whiff, slave boy."

Kevin had his face between Cody's foot and his sneaker, and was breathing as deeply as he could. He felt Cody's smell enter him, taking him over, commanding him.

"You'd do just about anything to get a face full of my feet, huh, slave?"

"Yes, Master," Kevin said, his voice muffled on Cody's socked foot.

"All right, slave, other foot."

Kevin took off Cody's other sneaker, inhaling the smell and the dampness as it came off, gratitude toward his Master saturating him. He'd dreamed of this so often when he saw some young stud on the street, wondering what he'd smell like, what his socks would taste like. What it would be like to serve a young god like that.

And now he was. He took a long lick at Cody's socked foot, his eyes closed in bliss.

"Whoa there, boy. Did I say you could lick my socks?"

"No, Master." Kevin hung his head.

"You're going to have to work really hard to get that cock cage off now," Cody swung his legs off the couch. "All right, I need a blowjob." He snapped his fingers and pointed to his crotch.

Kevin crawled over between Cody's legs and without hesitation sucked Cody's cock into his mouth. He went down on it as far as he could, and used the back of his mouth to put pressure on the head while his tongue lapped up and down the shaft.

Kevin's cock was struggling to get hard, pressing up against the metal of the cage, and the ring was pulling at his nuts. Kevin felt the slightest edge of desperation in his horniness, the tiniest hint of what he would do to cum by the end of the night.

Cody put his hands on the back of Kevin's head and pushed him down. Kevin gagged as Cody's cock tried to invade his throat. Cody pulled him off a little, then held his head in place and started fucking Kevin's face.

There was no subtlety, no technique to this blowjob. Cody's insistent cock just kept thrusting into Kevin's mouth, and all Kevin could do was try and keep his teeth off of it and try not to gag.

Once he'd figured out Cody's rhythm, Kevin started trying to use his tongue to put pressure on Cody's cock, licking at it hard as it shoved into him time and again.

Cody pulled Kevin off of his cock. Kevin gasped for breath a moment, his chin slick with spit, and then Cody pulled Kevin's face right to his balls.

Cody smelled of sweat and piss and cum and locker rooms and jockstraps and spit and more sweat. He smelled like Kevin's dreams would smell. Kevin dove in and started licking at his balls reverently, dedicatedly. Kevin's cock was still trying to get hard in its prison, but no matter how turned on he was Kevin couldn't do anything about it. Somehow that drove Kevin to double his efforts, to focus on making Cody as happy as possible. Sure, some of that was wanting to get this infernal device off of his cock, but some of it was a re-dedication of purpose. It was as if the device was making him focus on his Master's needs instead of his own. And he liked that.

Cody shoved his cock back in Kevin's mouth and fucked his face until Kevin's lips were numb, until Kevin's spit had slicked his balls and was puddling on the couch, until Cody was arching up off the couch with each thrust. Then Cody sank down onto the couch and jammed Kevin's face down on his cock as he came. He held him there as Kevin swallowed, savoring his Master's load, moving his tongue over the shaft of his Master's cock as he came, giving him as much pleasure as possible.

Cody held him there long after he'd finished cumming, and Kevin amused himself by tickling the head of Cody's shrinking cock with his tongue. His Master's smell was all around him, and he felt totally at home.

Kevin was almost disappointed when Cody let his head go. He pulled off slowly, reluctant to let his Master's cock out of his mouth.

Cody rummaged through the duffel bag, and brought out a leather gag with a rubber penis mouthpiece. Then he peeled off his low-rise socks and stuffed them in Kevin's mouth. Kevin drew in a deep breath through them immediately. The taste and the smell of his Master were making him dizzy. His cock was trying to burst out of its prison as Cody put the penis gag in his mouth, stuffing the socks in even deeper, and then buckled it. Then he took a small padlock and locked it in place.

"I have something I want to talk to you about, and I don't want you interrupting," Cody said. He took the Ace bandage out of the duffel bag and picked up one of his sneakers. He put the Nike over Kevin's face, covering his eyes as well as his nose and mouth, and started wrapping the Ace bandage around it. "And this should keep you focused."

Kevin then heard chains being rattled, and he felt cold steel links around his wrists. Cody padlocked a chain to his right wrist and then chained it to his right ankle, then chained his left wrist and ankle together. Kevin knelt before his Master, helpless, blindfolded, gagged, his cock locked up, his wrists and ankles chained together, and his nose deep in his Master's days-old foot stink. He'd never been happier.

His cock was lodging some protests from its jail cell, though.

"Are you ready to listen?" Cody said.

Kevin nodded.

"Okay, so I told you I was a college student here and that I lived on campus. I lied about that. I'm sorry. Don't worry, I really am eighteen."

Kevin breathed a sigh of relief into Cody's Nike.

"I just... okay, look, I was going to do this right, you know? I'm trying to get my GED, and I was going to go to community college up here in the fall, and I figured I could get to know you for a while before..." Cody took a breath. He looked exhausted.

"You seemed like a good guy, you know? I mostly just messed around with guys online, and never met up or anything. I'm kind of a tease."

Kevin nodded emphatically, and Cody laughed. "Yeah, you figured that out. But you seemed really different. What I thought was, I'd come up here a few times, when I could get the bus fare together, and I'd tell you eventually. And I was kind of hoping that I could move in with you in the fall, when college started."

"So yeah, premature, but it's just what I was hoping. But then I got back from last time, and shit happened, and now I don't have anyplace to stay. I've got eight dollars and thirty-five cents to my name, and whatever's in my backpack. I'm fucked, royally, completely fucked, and if you don't take me in I don't know what I'm going to do."

Cody's had gone from deep and stern to small and scared. Kevin breathed in his smell and felt his mind whirl.

"I just need to stay here for a couple of weeks. If it's all right with you. I'm not forcing you to do it or anything, if you say no I'll leave in the morning. I'm sorry to do this to you. But I want to give you time to think about it before you say anything. So here."

Kevin felt Cody's hands on his back and his chest, and then Cody was pushing him forward and lowering him onto the carpet.

"I'm going to leave you here while I shower. I'm not going to let you answer until morning, but ask me whatever you want." Kevin felt his back being stroked, and then heard his Master walk into the bathroom and close the door.

Kevin breathed in deeply through his nose and freaked out for a while. Being trussed up and gagged, though, all he could do was lay there and struggle, so that's what he did. It seemed pretty futile, though, and it was making his wrists and ankles hurt, so he stopped.

By the time Cody came out of the bathroom, Kevin had relaxed enough that he had almost fallen asleep. He felt Cody stroke the sole of his foot, and he squirmed.

"Hmm," Cody said.

Kevin felt his Master's long fingers drift down the sole of his foot again, and he laughed into the socks in his mouth. That seemed to encourage Cody, because the next thing he knew Cody was tickling the hell out of his feet, making Kevin thrash in his chains.

"Oh hell yes, my slave boy is ticklish!" Cody said, and moved to Kevin's armpits. He dug his fingers in and started tickling, and Kevin howled through his gag. He bucked and writhed on the carpet, the chains digging into his wrists and ankles. He fought to get away from the awful tickling fingers that kept going from his stomach to his pits to his feet and back, never giving him a moment's rest. With every breath he was able to heave in, Kevin got the taste of Cody's socks or the smell of Cody's sneaker.

"You want me to stop?" Cody said, his fingertips digging into Kevin's abs.

Kevin said "Uh-huh!" as best he could through the laughter and his gag.

"The only thing that's more fun than tickling you is fucking you. Do you want me to fuck you, slave?"

"Uh-HUH!" Kevin gave a muffled grunt.

"Really? You didn't sound that excited about it." Cody had Kevin's left foot, chained to his left wrist, in a firm grip and was tickling it for all he was worth.

Kevin's chest was aching from laughing and the need for oxygen. "UH-HUH! UH-HUH!"

"Well, all right, then!" Cody's voice was cheerful. He let go of Kevin's foot, and then dragged Kevin up into a kneeling position with his face down on the carpet. With his wrists chained to his respective ankles, that meant Kevin had his shoulders and head down on the floor, his ass up in the air, and his legs spread wide. He heard a condom being unwrapped, then felt Cody lube up his ass and kneel behind him.

Kevin was glad he'd been using his fingers to keep himself loosened up for the past couple of days, because Cody wasn't taking it easy this time. The pain wasn't nearly as bad this time, and Kevin felt a warm rush of accomplishment to accompany the warm rush of Cody's cock plowing into him.

When he was in Kevin up to the hilt, Cody pulled out and then shoved his way all the way back in again. Then again. Each time was a little faster, a little harder. Kevin started out in pain, then pleasure started to build deep within him. Then his cock expanded to the limits of his cage and demanded release, so he was back to pain again. Kevin bumped up against something soft, and realized that Cody had fucked him across the living room, and he was being pushed up against the sofa.

With his wrists chained to his ankles, his face deep in his Master's sneaker, his Master's socks in his mouth as a gag and his Master's cock pummeling him, Kevin felt a sense of panic building within him. He fought it back, trying to remember that he'd done this before, his Master had fucked him well and he'd survived intact, that his Master wasn't going to get rough with him.

That's what he was thinking when Cody found the really ticklish spots under his arms and started going to town on them.

Kevin's muffled scream was enough to get the neighbors pounding on the walls again. Pinned as he was between his Master and the sofa, hands and feet bound together, he could squirm an awful lot but there wasn't anything he could do to get away from the tickling fingers. His Master's cock was in him to the balls, and to Kevin it felt like he was impaled on it, helpless to do anything to prevent this torment.

Cody's fingers moved from Kevin's sides to his feet, and Kevin thrashed enough that Cody smacked his ass. "Down, there, boy," he said.

Kevin tried to keep from spazzing out, but Cody had one hand holding down his back now and the other working at the sole of his right foot, and he was dizzy from lack of oxygen. What air he was getting was heavily Cody-flavored, filtered through his shoe and socks. Kevin could feel his tears soaking into the sneaker on his face.

Cody quit tickling him and shoved him over so he wasn't pinned against the couch anymore, keeping his cock planted deep inside Kevin. "All right, slave, let's go. Make me cum. Show me what your ass can do," Cody said. "Slack off for one second and I start tickling again."

Desperate, Kevin clenched his ass as best he could around his Master's cock.

He was still limited by the chains tying his wrists to his ankles, but he was determined to get his Master off. He imagined his ass muscles as a fist jerking off his Master's cock, and started working his ass up and down Cody's shaft, gripping him tight.

He didn't think it was possible to work up a sweat while trussed up like he was, but Kevin could feel his sweat mixing with his Master's in the sneaker over his face. He kept working his ass, and his Master was starting to thrust now too. Kevin felt his Master lean over him, and could feel Cody's chest against his back. Cody fucked deep into him, each thrust strong and fast and deliberate. If Kevin's cock hadn't been locked in its cage, he was sure this was where he would have cum. But instead, his cock was jammed into confinement, forcing him to focus on the feelings in his ass.

Each time Cody thrust into him, tiny pleasurable explosions kept happening deep in Kevin's ass. He found himself trying to angle his ass so Cody could hit his prostate better.

Cody smacked his ass, and Kevin's ass involuntarily tightened around his Master's invading cock. Then Kevin felt the assault become an all-out attack as Cody started pounding into him savagely. Kevin found himself wanting each thrust more, wanting the fucking to go on forever, wanting the feeling that was building up inside him to come to a climax. He worked Cody's cock with his ass, trying to juice the cum out of him, and with four titanic thrusts Cody gave him what he wanted.

Kevin felt Cody spasm as he came deep inside his slave, felt his Master's cock stay planted deep within him. If Cody had just kept going a while longer, he felt sure he would have cum. But his Master was happy.

"Wow. Nice work." Cody's slid his cock out of Kevin's ass. "Let me get you out of those."

With a jingle of keys, Cody freed Kevin's right wrist and ankle. Kevin stretched them out gingerly, groaning from the pain.

"All cramped up, huh?" Cody asked. "I bet. Hang on."

He undid Kevin's other wrist and ankle, and helped him up onto the couch.

"Oh, shit. Oh, man, I'm so sorry," Cody said, working to unwrap the Ace bandage holding the shoe to Kevin's head. "I gave you some nasty rugburns on your knees. Here you go." He unbuckled the leather gag.

Kevin took Cody's socks out of his mouth. "Wow."

"Yeah, I know. Stay there, let me get put something on that." Cody went off to the bathroom, leaving Kevin lying limply on the couch.

He returned with some antibiotic ointment and Q-tips, and started applying the ointment to Kevin's knee.

"You don't have to do that, Master," Kevin said. His voice was rough, his tongue dried out.

"Hush." Cody finished up with his knees and put a band-aid across one. "There. Sorry about that."

"Honestly, I didn't even notice," Kevin said. "That was pretty intense."

"You're telling me." Cody flopped down on the couch next to Kevin. "You're an incredible fuck."

"Thank you, Sir," Kevin said. He meant it, too.

"So, I'm guessing you have some questions." Cody ran his hand up Kevin's thigh to his chastity cage, and toyed with the lock.

"Umm... honestly, Sir, right now I barely have language skills."

Cody laughed. "Fair enough. Take your time."

"May I clean up a bit, Sir?"

"Sure, go ahead."

Kevin went into the bathroom and shut the door. He washed up, looking at his reflection in the mirror. The collar and the chastity device, he had to admit, looked pretty hot on him.

He rejoined his Master, and stood waiting by the couch for orders. Cody gestured to the floor in front of him. "Sit," he said.

Kevin sat at his Master's feet.

"All right, boy. First question." Cody put his foot in Kevin's lap.

Kevin started rubbing it almost absently. "Would you want me to be your slave all the time?"

Cody smiled. "Good question. The answer is kind of. You won't need to be like this all the time, calling me Master and everything. But you'll always show respect, and I'll be in charge."

"I can't even be thinking about this, Sir. The lease for this place is only one person. My neighbors already hate me."

Cody took his foot from Kevin's lap, smacked Kevin's face lazily with it, then dropped it back into his lap. "Questions only right now, slave. Problems later."

"Why can't you live at home anymore?"

Cody slumped back into the couch. "Last time I was up here I told my Dad that I was staying at a friend's place nearby. When I got back a friend of his saw me get off the bus, and he told my Dad. Dad freaked out on me. Wanted to know what I was doing, accused me of all sorts of stuff. He told me if I was sneaking around doing things behind his back I couldn't live there. So I booked and went to stay with Steve while everything calmed down, as usual.

"He searched my room. He didn't find much, a pair of handcuffs and some pictures I cut out of magazines when I was younger, but there was a story I'd written in a notebook that I'd forgotten about. Gay bondage stuff. I went back that afternoon, and he called me a queer and... all that. He threw me out, and I think this time it's for real."

"I'm so sorry," Kevin said.

"Not your fault."

"Yeah, but, that sucks. I'm sorry. Sir." Kevin rubbed at Cody's foot tenderly.

"I've got my laptop, which had most of my stuff on it. I just need a while to get on my feet. I'm going to get a job, get a place to stay, get my life started, go to college. But right now, I'm fucked."

"No relatives you can stay with?" Kevin asked.

"Dad and me aren't really popular with the relatives. And most of them aren't in much better shape." Kevin put his other foot in Kevin's lap. "More questions?"

"What drugs do you do?"

Kevin looked defensive a moment, then shrugged. "Weed. Beer. That's about it. I've tried X and shrooms and coke, but I'm not that into them."

"Wait. Are you hungry?"

"Uh, yeah." Cody said.

"May I make us some dinner, Master?"

"Oh, shit yeah."

"Yes, Master." Kevin gave each of Cody's feet a kiss on the big toe, then got up and went into the kitchen. He heard Cody turn on the TV.

There wasn't much food in the house, but Kevin started the oven preheating and started some frozen chicken breasts thawing in the microwave. That and some instant mashed potatoes and frozen green beans would have to do it. If Cody was going to be staying here, they were going to have to do some shopping.

Kevin caught himself. He wasn't going to give his life over to a teenager. It was absurd. Cody was fun to have sex with, and he'd definitely go out with him, but living together after just two nights was ridiculous, even without the domination dynamic thrown into it. The age difference made it even worse.

With one hand he touched his collar. He shook his head, finished getting dinner started, and went back out to the living room. He stood by the couch and bowed. "Dinner will be in about an hour, Sir."

"Good. Suck my balls," Cody said.

Kevin knelt between the knees of his teenage Master and unwrapped the towel around his waist, then bent down and sucked Cody's left nut into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the ballsac lovingly.

Cody flipped through channels as Kevin used his tongue to bring as much pleasure as he could to his Master's balls. At first, he found himself a little annoyed to be used as a ball-washer, but gradually as he licked at the soft skin of Cody's tight young nuts he found himself feeling at peace. Even with the pain from his skinned knees, he found himself feeling like he belonged there, kneeling with the smell of His Master filling his nose and his Master's balls in his mouth.

Cody stroked up and down Kevin's thigh with one foot, and Kevin's cock woke up and came to full attention in its cage. Kevin couldn't help himself, he groaned in frustration and bliss.

"Enjoying yourself, slave? Just think, you could be down there every night." Cody patted his head. "All right, slave, I have a question for you. You can take my balls out of your mouth now."

Kevin reluctantly let Cody's nuts slide out of his mouth. "Yes, Master."

"What are you doing with your life?" Cody asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Just answer the question." Cody nudged Kevin's cock cage with one foot.

"I work. It's a good job, with benefits. I go to the gym. Um... Netflix? Computer games?" Kevin trailed off.

"But why? What are you heading towards? What's your purpose?"

"Well, after a couple of years in this job my resume should be good enough to get a better one. I'm paying off my student loans. And my car."

Cody gestured around the living room. "Anybody could be living here. You know that? I mean, I walk in here and I have no idea who you are. Nothing on the walls. There's no clutter, there's no books or games or souvenirs. No pictures of your family. What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Kevin said softly.

"How's that?"

"Nothing. I'm not doing anything. I'm just working. Trying to make my life better. That's what you're supposed to do." Kevin shook his head. "It's okay."

"Do you know what I would do if I had your life right now?" Cody asked. "A college degree. A place to live. A job. Jesus, man, you've got it made and you don't even have any clue. You could do anything from here. But you're not."

Cody leaned in and took Kevin's face in his hands. "I could do so much with you."

A timer dinged in the kitchen. Kevin glanced that way, then said, "Master, I should..."

"Sure, go ahead." Cody lay back on the sofa and put his feet up on the coffee table. Kevin took a moment to marvel at the fact that he could feel jealous of his coffee table, then went to get dinner ready.

In a few minutes he had the table set and the food ready. He approached his Master and bowed. "Master, dinner is served."

"Lead on, Igor," Cody said, rising from the couch. He sat down at the table and proceeded to dig in. Kevin stood behind and beside him. Part of him was wondering what he should do, whether he should make a plate for himself or kneel beside his Master and beg. But mostly he was content to stand, feet apart, hands behind him, head down, waiting to do his Master's bidding. He was glad Cody seemed to be enjoying his meal.

When he was about halfway through his chicken breast, Cody snapped his fingers. "Slave, get yourself a plate and put it between my feet."

Kevin turned back to the kitchen, got a serving together, and then brought it to the table. He knelt and placed it at his Master's feet, and waited.

"Go ahead and eat. No hands," Cody said.

Kevin looked at the chicken breast dubiously, but he bent down and started eating the green beans one by one. He was intensely aware of his Master's feet on either side of the plate as he ate. He kept wondering if Cody was going to step in his food or make him eat mashed potatoes off his toes. He kept hoping, honestly. But Cody's feet stayed planted as he finished his green beans, then his potatoes. He still hadn't figured out how to tackle the chicken breast, but he had to start somewhere.

He bit at the narrow end of the chicken breast and started trying to chew it off. Very soon he realized that the chicken was pretty tough. Not only did that reflect poorly on his ability as a chef, it was making it really hard to get a decent bite. He was gnawing at it like a dog, trying to get a grip on it, when Cody said "Here."

And he stepped on the chicken.

Kevin attacked the portion sticking out from beneath Cody's foot, and was able to make much better progress. He started gnawing at the chicken breast happily, with his nose pressed up against his Master's heel.

He chewed his way underneath Cody's foot, then Cody pinned what was left of the meat down with his toes. When Kevin had finished it off, he cleaned his Master's sole reverently with his tongue.

"That was a good dinner, slave. Thanks," Cody said. He got up from the table and headed for the bedroom. "Clean up and then come in here."

Kevin cleared the dishes off, rinsed them and loaded the dishwasher as fast as he could. He heard the sound of chains from the bedroom now and then, and his cock tried to harden in its cage.

He got into the bedroom to find that cuffs had been attached to all four corners of his bed with chains, and Cody was waiting for him with a bandanna blindfold. He tied it over Kevin's eyes, and then guided him to the bed and strapped him down spread-eagled.

Kevin felt Cody kneel over him, his face within inches of Kevin's.

"Slave, I've been selfish. Here I've cum twice tonight, and you haven't even cum once. I mean I suppose this thing," and with that he knocked on Kevin's cock cage, "It's in the way, I grant you, but come on. I've got to be fair, right?"

Kevin opened his mouth to speak, but Cody clamped a hand over it and continued talking. "But I did tell you that you couldn't take the cock cage off until morning. So, it's a dilemma."

Kevin heard something click, and then a hum. Then his cock started vibrating inside its cage. Cody had a vibrator, and he'd set it against the bars of Kevin's chastity device.

It felt fantastic, and Kevin's cock started getting hard. Cody continued talking. "Another complicating factor is that you can't cum without my feet in your mouth. So here's what I'll do."

"I want you to beg," Cody said. "If you beg nicely enough, and long enough, I'll put my feet in your face so you can cum."

Kevin didn't see how Cody was going to get him to cum with the cock cage on. Right now the vibrations felt nice, but it wasn't close to being enough to get him off.

"Sir, could you please put your feet in my face?" Kevin said.

"Not nearly desperate enough."

There was a click, and his cock cage started vibrating faster. It felt even better, but after a few moments Kevin was pretty sure he wasn't going to be pushed over the edge by it. His cock was trying to get hard in its cage, though.

"Please, Master, I long for the taste of your feet-"

"You don't really mean it yet," his Master said, and Kevin felt him grab the vibrator and his cock cage at the same time, holding the vibrator firmly up against the metal cage and multiplying the effect of the vibrator by about five. Kevin's caged-up manhood was sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"Oh, god, Master, please let me suck on your toes, please!" Kevin's tone took on genuine urgency as the vibrating cage brought him closer and closer to orgasm. "Please, Master, oh my god, please let me have your feet in my face!"

Cody released his grip and the vibrations in Kevin's crotch went back to pre-orgasmic levels. But now Kevin knew that Cody could make him cum whenever he wanted.

"Master, I dream about having your feet in my face, I dream of the taste and the smell of them. I love to serve them, to smell your sneakers, to suck your sweat out of your socks, I love having my mouth on them. Please, please, Master, I want to feel my tongue between your toes."

There was no response from Cody at all. The vibrations in Kevin's cock cage continued, keeping Kevin just inches away from orgasm.

"Please, Master, you have no idea, when I think about your feet in your socks in your sneakers, out there walking around the world, all confident and sexy, I just want to have you put your feet on my face, I want to live in your sneakers, I want to be your footrest, your footservant, oh, please Master..." Kevin was thrashing in his bonds, but Cody held the vibrator firmly up against his cock cage. It was maddening, just enough stimulation to drive him crazy without being enough to send him over the edge.

"What would you do to get my toes in your mouth right now?" Cody asked him.

"Master, I would serve you however you wanted, I would lick you wherever you wanted, I would suck your cock and drink your cum and your piss and I'd lick your asshole, I'd let you tie me up and sit on my face, I'd let you lock my cock away..."

"You'd trust me to do all of that. Would you trust me to live here for two weeks while I get a job and a place to stay?" Cody firmed up his grip, and the vibrator started making Kevin's cock send bolts of pleasure all up and down his body.

"Oh, shit. Oh, god, man. Of course I'm going to let you stay here. I knew it as soon as you asked. It's idiotic, I'm an idiot, but the idea of getting to serve you, to be your slave, I mean, you, my Master..." Kevin was trying to keep himself from cumming, but it was building up in him like a charge in a capacitor. "Please, please, Master, I'm going to cum, can I please taste your beautiful feet?"

"Sure." Kevin turned around on the bed and planted the soles of his feet on Kevin's face. He tightened his grip on the vibrator and the cock cage a little more, and Kevin felt like his cock was being electrified. He couldn't even struggle against his bonds, he just sunk into the bed and lay slack as he inhaled his Master's scent.

Most sexual pleasure comes in waves, but with his cock pent up and unable to be stroked, the vibrator was providing a constant, intense source of stimulation that was irresistible. Kevin felt the urge to cum building up at the base of his cock, and he stuck his tongue out and licked his Master's sole.

It was an orgasm, but it wasn't like any Kevin had ever had. Instead of a buildup to a release, the vibrations in his chastened cock just brought his cock to the point where cumming was inevitable, and gently pushed him over the edge. Kevin wasn't exactly sure when he started cumming, he just became aware that cum was flowing from his cock while his whole body felt like it was being vibrated along with his cock. He strained at his shackles as his whole body gave one tremendous shudder, then collapsed back on the bed.

Kevin drifted down gradually to find that his Master had untied him and was laying next to him. Kevin snuggled up to Cody, near his armpit, and marveled at how relaxed he felt. Every part of his body felt actively good.

Cody stroked his arm, and Kevin shivered. The skin where Cody's fingers had passed grew goosebumps.

"I didn't even think that was possible, Sir," Kevin said, once he'd remembered how to talk again.

"Yeah, pretty impressive, isn't it? I figured it out when I wrapped my cock up in rope and then used the vibrator on it. It works surprisingly well." Cody tugged playfully at Kevin's cock cage. "This made it even better, I bet."

"It was insane," Kevin said. "I've honestly never felt anything like it."

"Hey, don't worry about what you said back then. I won't hold you to it. People will say anything when they're being tortured," Cody said. "But I do want you to remember what it felt like to confess all that when I ask you for your decision."

"Yeah, well, my answer's going to be the same. I can't let you starve on the street, no matter how stupid a decision this is on any kind of rational basis. Sir. Besides which, if I turn you down I have a feeling my future self will never forgive me for it. But I have to ask you... what am I getting myself into? What sort of trouble are you bringing with you?"

"I'm hoping none," Cody said. "I hope everything works out to where I'm settled, and have a job and I'm in school, and then that'll be my life. I don't think anybody wants to track me down. I don't owe anybody anything." Cody stroked Kevin's hair. "Except you. I owe you bigtime."

"Hey, I'm glad I can help."

"I'll pay you back by letting you suck on my feet." Cody grinned playfully.

"You laugh, but that's all the reward I need. You're a fucking god. Sir."

"Nah. I'm just some teenage punk. But with your help, I'm gonna be a god." Cody sat up cross-legged on the bed. "Hey, look, I understand if you don't trust me all that much yet. When you're at work I'll just go out and look for jobs, so you're not worried that I'm robbing your place or anything."

"You don't have to do that," Kevin said. He still didn't have the energy to sit up.

"For a couple of days, at least. Until you get comfortable." Cody was tracing patterns on Kevin's chest with his fingertips. "Look, I'm sorry about throwing all this at you. But maybe it'll be good. I'll get some sort of life going."

"So... do you really like doing all this?" Kevin asked. "I mean, having your feet licked and tying me up and stuff, or are you just doing it because you think that's what it'll take to get me to help you?"

"Oh, man, no." Cody put his hand over Kevin's heart. "No, it's not like that. I love this stuff. I dream about it, always have. I've been tying myself up forever. And you're so hot, I mean your body is awesome, and all the stuff you want to do to me... I'm not pretending so I can get an edge, I'm using the only edge I have. And I don't just want you to help me."

"How do you mean, Sir?"

"I want you to worship me. I want you to be devoted to me. I want your thoughts to revolve around me, I want you to be obsessed with me. I want to own you." Cody was looking into Kevin's eyes intently as he said it.

Kevin looked away. "I don't know if I want that."

"You do. You'll admit it eventually. You're desperate to belong to me. You've got everything, man. Look at you. A nice body. A nice place. A decent car. A good job. College degree. And what are you doing with it? Are you happy? Are you out getting laid? Are you adventuring, seeing the world? No. You're not doing anything with it. You're just sitting here, waiting for someone to tell you what to do."

Kevin wanted to tell Cody that he was going to save up to travel, that he was meaning to look for a better job, and all of the excuses he told himself, but he couldn't. Cody was right. He'd been on hold, waiting for his life to show up and do something with him.

"I've got a plan, Kevin," Cody said. "Five years from now, I'm going to be doing good. If you're mine, we'll be doing so good you won't believe it. Together, we're going to be able to do anything.

"But first," Cody said, jumping off the bed, "You've got to learn that you can trust me. So a two-week trial period it is. I think you're going to like being owned. For now, though, got anything for dessert?" __________________________

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