Master Cody

Part 3 Beneath 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. Make an effort to change your society. I welcome your feedback, and hope you enjoy the story.

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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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