Date: Fri, 5 Nov 2010 15:16:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Jones <johnthomassandiego@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cody Enters My Life, Part 26

Cody Enters My life
By John
johnthomassandiego@yahoo.com


This series of completely fictional work could be categorized in either the
Gay Male Authoritarian section, or the Adult Youth Section of the Nifty
Archives.  You must be of legal age where you reside in order to view this.
If you are offended by material pertaining to the humiliation, spanking,
punishment, or sexual abuse of adult males, do not read this.  If you are
offended by material pertaining to sexual relationships between an adult
male and a teen boy, then do not read it either.



Cody and I woke up at 6 am.  After I checked and saw that Tyler was fast
asleep, I put on some running gear and I told Cody we were going for a run.
As we stepped outside the door, I saw the filthy backpack and a bag of
clean clothing outside the door.  I moved the clothing inside, and took the
backpack with us, depositing it in the first trashcan I found.

We retraced the same long run we had previously, with Cody again wanting to
race, and worked up quite a sweat. Afterward, we sat down on the Waterfront
to talk.

Cody expressed to me how lonely he was without another teenager around at
the ranch.  It was kind of cute the lengths to which he went to be sure I
understood that it was not about me, and what a great dad he thought I was.
That said, he argued well the point that not having another kid to do
things with was difficult for him.

I just listened and nodded, knowing where it was going but not inclined to
interrupt.

Cody then shifted to Tyler, and his situation and how great it would be for
Tyler to be at the ranch, finally asking me if Tyler could come home with
us.

My response was calm and measured as I said "Cody, you must understand that
I have a son already, that's you, and I am not interested in adopting a
second kid.  I feel for Tyler, he is in a terrible position, and we can
help him out, but I am not adopting a brother for you".

Cody then replied, surprisingly rationally for a kid his age: "Dad, I don't
expect you to adopt me a brother.  I just wonder if maybe Tyler could get a
job at the ranch.  He is already working.  Maybe he could live at the
ranch, and his job would be like doing stuff with me and keeping me
company".

I responded "Cody, that is not out of the question, but I would not want to
be responsible for raising Tyler, holding him accountable, teaching him to
behave properly, and all of those things that I am teaching you.  I don't
really want to manage a 16 year old employee".

Cody thought for a minute and said "So how about if he just works for me?
Like I'm responsible for him and his behavior and teaching him what to do"?

I was taken by surprise by that suggestion, so I had to think about it for
a while.  On the one hand, Cody would be managing things at the ranch some
day. On the other, he is pretty young and would of course need a lot of
help with managing someone now.  However, it could be a great way to teach
Cody some things.

I responded "Cody, I am open to that, but if Tyler decides to come with us,
it is a trial period.  I can fire him if I want to.  Further, if you take
this on, I will hold you accountable for Tyler's behavior, and you will
have to work out how, as his supervisor, you are going to get him to behave
well.  Just to be clear Cody, you could get grounded or spanked for Tyler's
behavior, in addition to your own.

Cody thought for a couple of minutes and said "But if it didn't work out we
could fire him"?

I replied that yes, we could and that in any case Tyler would be provided
with help to become an emancipated minor so that he would be a legal adult.

Cody was satisfied with that and said "So can we go ask him"?

I said "Not so fast, there is still a business arrangement here.  He is not
going to be anywhere near as useful as the men who work for us. He has no
skills, little job experience and no real education.  So here is the deal,
and I think it is more than fair.  For as long as Tyler is employed with
us, I will deposit $500 a month into an account for him.  I will pay all
expenses that are appropriate: food, clothing, travel when he comes along,
entertainment, etc.  When Tyler leaves, whether he quits or is fired, he
gets the money and a flight to whatever city he wishes to go to".

"I understand Dad" said Cody, and we got up, in tacit understanding that we
had a deal, and walked to the cable car station, riding up to the hotel.

When we got to the room, Tyler was cleaned up and dressed in his somewhat
tattered jeans and t shirt.  I said "Tyler, Cody and I went for a run and
both stink.  We're getting cleaned up.  I want you to call up room service
and get a big breakfast delivered for all of us.  Here's 10 bucks to tip
the waiter".

Tyler nodded, and started to look at the menu.  Cody and I went to my room,
stripped down, and Cody showered while I shaved and brushed my teeth.  Then
I showered and we dressed and went out to see what was for breakfast.

After we all ate, Cody looked at me as though I was to start the
conversation with Tyler.  I indicated with a nod, that this was his job not
mine.

Cody went into great detail with Tyler about what he had in mind, and Tyler
listened intently.  At the end, I simply reiterated what the deal was,
emphasizing that Cody would be managing him, and that Cody would be held
responsible for Tyler's behavior.  It took Tyler about a minute to say
"yeah... For sure... I want to go with Cody".

I looked at Cody and said, "Maybe you need to start by explaining to Tyler
how we address adults".  Cody quickly explained that adults are "Sir or
Maam", and Tyler looked sheepish at his error and said "Sorry Sir" looking
at me.  I said "Apology accepted, but you should also apologize to Cody for
making him look bad".  Tyler then turned to Cody and said "Sorry".

At that point, I handed Cody a credit card, and a signed authorization to
use it.  I called the driver, and asked him to find a shopping mall and
take the boys to it for the day.  I verbally indicated all of the clothing
and other items that they should get for Tyler to take to the ranch, and
that I would see them for dinner.  Once the boys were off, I got on the
phone and called Slave Mike, instructing him to dress normally, but bring
the punishment items, and to meet me at the Suite.

When Mike arrived, I told him to strip down and to kneel at my feet as I
sat on the sofa.  I was pleased to see Mike's erect uncut penis bobbing up
and down as soon as his clothing came off.  Clearly Mike was enjoying his
slave role.

While Mike massaged my feet, I told him what I had on my mind: "Slave, I
have decided that you are going to be more of a full time slave to me.  We
will be spending a lot of time together.  You will be sleeping in my room
much of the time, and will be taking over more duties caring for me.  You
will keep my quarters clean; wash my clothing; fetch things that I need;
and keep me sexually satisfied.  However, you will follow a number of rules
and I will tolerate no violations.

First, since you will be in the house more, I want to be clear that Cody is
alpha to you. You will address him as "Sir" as though he were me, and obey
his orders.  Second, you will not engage in any sexual activity without my
ordering it. That applies to everything from looking at porn to
masturbating to flirting to having sex.  Third, you will no longer be
permitted to have pubic hair, and if I find any pubic hair or hair around
your pussy, you will be punished. Fourth, you will be on call to provide
massage to myself, Cody, or anyone Cody tells you to massage".

I then gave him an opportunity "Slave, you may ask any question at all now,
and I encourage you to do so".

Slave Mike looked up and said "Sir, what if Cody orders me to do something
you have said not to do, like do something sexual"?

I responded that he will politely say that must be cleared by me, and
report the incident to me.

Mike seemed to have no further questions so told him to stand up and go to
the bathroom. I followed him in and took out a razor and shaving cream and
proceeded to remove all of his pubic hair.  His balls and pussy were
already free of hair.  As I did this I spoke to him:

"Slave, I am taking the hair off now, as I am emasculating you. You are now
a boy, not a man, and will not be permitted pubic hair" I said.

"Yes Sir" came the reply.

"I see you like this too boy as your cock is hard and dripping
precum. That's good, your only goal should be to serve and be a good boy" I
said.

"Yes Sir, I understand Sir" was Mike's reply.

I then turned my attention to his balls and felt them thoroughly.  He
moaned a little bit as I did it, finding it pleasurable.  However I was not
pleased by what I felt.

I then ordered Mike to turn around and bend over the sink.  I took my index
finger and probed his pussy, settling my finger on his prostate.  It was
not full, as it should have been.

"Turn around slave" I ordered, then grasped his nuts in my hand.

"Have you been masturbating boy" I asked.

The slave hesitated and looked away, clearly thinking about lying to me, so
I slapped his nuts hard this elicted an "Oooow" and he bent over.

"Get back into position boy" I ordered, squeezing his nuts.

"Sir, Yes Sir, I jerked off Sir. I was thinking about you last night and I
did it. Sorry Sir" he said.

"Boy, you have previously been told not to cum without permission, and have
been punished for it.  This however is much more serious. You did not
accidently cum while I was fucking you, rather you made a conscious choice
to disobey me" I said, with real anger building in my voice.

"Sorry Sir" Mike whined.

I led him by the nuts over to the bed, and took a necktie to tie his nuts
to the frame of the bed so he could not move much.  Then I took out the
cane and told him to put his arms on the bed.

"Slave, direct disobedience will not be tolerated. We will start with a
dozen strokes to each ass cheek, and each thigh. You will count them and
say "Sorry Sir" after each one" I directed.

I really was pissed, and was going to make sure the bitch did not repeat
this behavior.  I pulled back the cane and whistled it through the air
until it raised an angry red weal across his ass.

"One Sir, Sorry Sir" he called out.

I then applied the cane as hard as I could without breaking it 11 more
times to his left ass cheek. He was no sobbing uncontrollably and begging.

"Please Sir... OOOOW... OH FUCK... OH... 12 Sir, thank you Sir" he cried
out.

I paused and switched sides, touching his right cheek to test the distance.

"Count out these 12 boys" I said gruffly, and slashed into the top of his
right cheek.

"One Sir, Sorry Sir... Please" he whined out.

"Two Sir, Sorry Sir...AUUUGH... Three Sir, Sorry Sir... Oh,
OH... Please... Four Sir Sorry Sir...".

This progressed through the 12 to the right cheek, and an openly bawling
snot nosed red faced begging slave was the product.

"Boy", I said.  "You disobeyed me.  You had better not to that again.  You
are going to learn a lesson, and that lesson will continue now with your
thighs. Count them".

As the cane slashed into his left thigh, he screamed like a woman
"Auuuuuuuuugh... one Sir Sorry Sir".  This time he jerked up and pulled on
his nuts which were nicely secured to the bed frame.

"AUUUUUGH... Two Sir, Sorry Sir... Sorry... I swear Sir... Please Sir" he
begged in a high pitched voice.

"Should have thought about that before boy" was my response, and I rapidly
slashed his right thigh 8 more times with no time for him to recover.


"Ow, Ow, Ow, 10 Sir, Sorry Sir" was the response.  I finished the last two
and switched sides.

As I did so, I realized just how engorged my thick 8 plus uncut dick was.
I felt like my balls were going to burst at any minute.  Looking down, I
had a huge stain on my jeans.  I stopped and undressed, noting a long
strand of precum as it went from my cock almost to the floor, then broke
off.

"OK Bitch, last 12 now" I said, and furiously slashed his left thigh 12
times in perhaps 60 seconds.

The boy was now just sobbing, crying in loud wails, nose running, and
apologizing.

Itwas so horny that I just had to fuck him. Reaching for a condom but no
lube, I drove my big dick into his bowels.  He screamed at entry, as
ordinarily I took my time at first and this time I just rammed in as hard
as I could.  I fucked him just as hard and fast as I could and, unusually
for me, shot a lot in under 2 minutes.  Withdrawing, I took the condom off,
put it in my hand, then stuffed it in Mike's mouth:

"Bitch, suck the cum out of that Condom" I said, and left him there as I
went out and grabbed a glass of water, I had worked up quite a sweat on
him.

Returning I said "Bitch, get dressed" and then led him down to the
lobby. Flagging a cab, we went straight to a store we had previously
visited "Mr. S" down in the South of Market area.

Upon entering the store, I noticed that there weren't many customers, it
was still early and there were just a few older guys wandering around.
Approaching the front Counter I said "My slave has a problem controlling
himself.  He is jerking off without permission, could you show us and
advise us on the chastity devices"?

The clerk, who was around 30 smiled broadly and said "Why of course Sir,
right this way".

The clerk showed us a variety of devices, comparing their advantages and
disadvantages: The CB2K; CB3K; Curve; a handcuff device with steel penis
tube; a sort of metal case that would encase the cock and balls, and a new
device called "Birdlocked".

Really it was a matter of wearability and visibility.  As I wanted my slave
in it full time, I quickly got down to the CB 2K, 3K, Curve, or the
birdlocked device.

The clerk then said "If you would like, I could measure and we could see
what fits well".

By now, the other guys in the store were watching and looking aroused at
the whole display.  I replied "Why yes, of course. Thank you.  Slave, drop
your jeans and shorts".

Mike undid his belt and slipped them down to his ankles and stood. The guys
watching murmered and commented on his badly striped ass.  The clerk also
noticed and said "My my, Master knows how to punish a bad body doesn't he"?

Mike looked embarrassed as this somewhat feminine clerk commented on his
ass. I piped in and said "What do you say to the man Slave, or do we need
to punish you again right here".

"Sorry Sir... Yes Sir, he really can punish. He caned me hard" Mike said,
now even more redfaced.

The clerk sort of clucked his tongue and said "My, My, well you will just
have to be locked up so that you can't play with this any more".

The clerk then started stroking Mike's cock which quickly became
erect. Commenting he said "Well took big for a CB 2 K. The curve would work
or the CB 3K would work. The birdlocked device would work too.  Does the
slave do much physical labor or athletics where he could be hit in the
balls"?

I replied that in fact my slave did.  The clerk then said "Well the problem
with most of these is that they can break if hit, and that could really end
the boy's days as a boy... (the clerk laughed a bit). The birdlocked device
is silicone, so it won't crack or cut, but of course he could cut the
device off".

I replied that we would take the birdlocked device and that my slave had
better know not to cut it off.  I then asked the clerk to put the device on
Mike, but that proved impossible due to the fact that Mike was so erect.

The clerk then asked "May I suggest a way to make him go soft"?

I replied that I was open to suggestions.  The clerk went over to the
electrosex section of the store and returned with a cattle prod.

"I think this would get the job done Sir" the clerk said, a malicious grin
on his face as he watched Mike's reaction.  Mike was staring at me and the
cattle prod, begging with his eyes that I not use it.

I replied "I think you are right, is it all charged up"?

The clerk assured me it was, and I took the device, placed it against
Mike's cock, and depressed the trigger.

Mike screamed the loudest scream I had ever heard, and hit the ground.  It
took a minute to get him standing up again, and he was quite soft.  The
clerk then applied the chastity device, locked it on, and handed me the
keys.

I told Mike to get dressed, then paid for the item and tipped the clerk 100
bucks.

I took my now chastened slave, pun intended, to lunch on the Wharf.  I had
a long discussion with him about how his life could be quite pleasant if he
is obedient, and that I can be a kind Master if he behaves.  However, I
also emphasized that what happened today was an example of the severity he
could expect if he disobey me.  After lunch, I told him to go to the hotel,
pack, and be at the plane by 0645. Leaving, I got back to the hotel suite a
few minutes before Cody returned with Tyler in tow.

They were carrying the suitcase I told them to buy, as well as a new
backpack.  An entire wardrobe starting with undershorts and ending with a
winter coat and boots had all been purchased.  I had to chuckle a bit at
the undershorts: apparently Tyler is a "briefs man" (Indeed pretty
revealing nylon briefs that I might have expected in a little boy, but not
a young man).  There were workout clothes, jeans, shirts, t shirts,
sweaters, running shoes, a blazer, dress shoes, etc.  Tyler was brimming
with excitement over all of these items and sort of modeled them for Cody
and I.

I said I approved, and then told Tyler and Cody what to wear as I called
downstairs to be sure the barbershop was still open.  I took the boys down
and waited as Tyler lost the unruly hair to be replaced by a more military
haircut consistent with what we wear at home.  After that, I took us all to
dinner, and then went back to the hotel room. Looking at my watch I said
"Cody, we will need to be up and showered and packed at 0600. We are flying
home.  Make sure you and Tyler are ready.  Tyler, you can sleep on the sofa
or in Cody's room, wherever Cody tells you to sleep".

We all went to bed, Cody telling Tyler he could sleep in his room, and I
could hear the boys chattering about the ranch and Tyler asking lots of
questions as I drifted off to sleep.  In the morning, we were out the door
at 6 and taking off by 7 am.  Slave Mike was on the plane, and I introduced
him to Tyler indicating that Mike was now my personal assistant.  I also
explained to Cody that Mike would be addressing him as "Sir" and that if
any issues came up I wanted to know about them.  This led to an interesting
exchange of glances between Tyler and Cody.