Date: Tue, 31 Jan 2017 19:26:34 -0700
From: Kirk McCorkle <avunculous@gmail.com>
Subject: Master Cody, Part 1

Master Cody

Book 1
At Cody's Feet

by Kirk McCorkle

MM bd feet sneakers

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. Consider
moving someplace nicer. I welcome your feedback, and hope you enjoy the
story.


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Kevin opened the door. The guy on the other side was taller than he was,
younger than he was, and altogether scarier than he was. He pushed into
Kevin's apartment, dropping an overstuffed backpack by the door.

Kevin was dressed in just his underwear, as he'd been instructed. "I
usually don't meet people like this, but you seem-"

"On your knees," Cody said.

Kevin got on his knees, his head down. Cody's sneakers were black and white
Nikes, showing pretty serious wear.

Cody peeled off his sweatshirt, and Kevin could smell him. He might have
been a couple of days ripe.

"Tell me your limits again, and your safeword." Cody dropped the sweatshirt
on the floor.

"No blood, scat, asphyxiation, or permanent physical harm. Moderate pain.
My safeword is Canada, Sir."

"And your turnons?" Cody asked.

"Um... bondage. Giving head. Forced orgasms. Servitude. Objectification.
Umm... feet, sneakers. Slavery." Kevin's face turned red as he said the
list.

"What time do you work tomorrow morning?"

"Eight."

Cody stepped right in front of Kevin, so his crotch was in Kevin's face.
The smell that came off the crotch of his jeans was intoxicating.
Definitely a couple of days.

"It's six now. For the next twelve hours, you belong to me. You do anything
I tell you to, or you safeword. I don't want any resistance, I want a slave
who'll beg to lick my feet and be grateful for the chance. You got it?"

There was an electric feeling of anticipation in Kevin's stomach. He
nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Call me Master."

"Yes, Master. May I please lick your feet, Master?"

"That's better. Take your underwear off." Cody went over and sat on the
sofa, as Kevin sat on the floor to remove his underwear.

"Crawl over here, slave." Cody indicated a spot by his feet.

Kevin got his underwear off and crawled across his living room carpet to
Cody's sneakers. He wished for a second that he'd vacuumed before Cody came
over.

"Kneel there," Cody said. "Put your face on my feet. Don't kiss 'em. Don't
lick. Just breathe them in."

Kevin knelt and pressed his face to the big battered sneakers. He could
smell the leather and Cody's sweat, he could see the fuzz on the dirty
laces. He was desperate to feel the texture of the sneakers under his
tongue. He took a deep breath, then another. Above him, Cody laughed.

"You'd do just about anything for me right now, wouldn't you?" Cody asked.
"Suck me, lick my nuts, eat my asshole, drink my piss. Wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Master." Kevin's voice was muffled by Cody's sneakers.

"You can kiss my right foot."

Kevin pressed his lips to Cody's sneaker, where the laces met the toe, and
kissed.

"Your cock is hard right now, isn't it? This turns you on?"

"Yes, Master."

"Kiss my left foot," Cody said.

Kevin kissed the other sneaker, and it took him a bit longer this time.

"You want to kiss them again? Beg me."

"Please can I take off your shoes and kiss your feet, Master?" Kevin said.

Cody laughed. "Oh, man, you really jump the gun, don't you? You were just
getting to know my kicks there, and you want to jump right to licking my
feet? Don't you like my Nikes, slave?"

"Oh, no, Master, I love them."

"You love them, huh? Well, show me. Make out with them."

Kevin kissed both sneakers again.

"I said make out with them, slave. Get your tongue in there. It's prom
night, and my Nikes brought you 'cause they heard you were easy."

Kevin started kissing Cody's sneakers, licking them, getting the taste of
them all over his tongue. He grabbed Cody's right foot and brought it to
his face, started kissing the sides, the top, the sole. He moaned, pressed
his face hard into the side of the shoe while he licked. He gave up feeling
embarrassed or confused, gave up wondering if this was what he wanted, gave
up thinking at all. He was at the feet of a tall, lean god, and he was
being allowed to worship.

"There you go. I was starting to think you weren't too excited about being
my slave. Now I can tell you're right where you belong."

"Thank you, Master," Kevin said as he licked.

"Untie my shoes. Use your teeth."

Kevin worked the knot on Cody's right sneaker carefully, feeling with his
tongue. When he'd worked it loose, he did the same for the left one.

"Take off my right sneaker," Cody said. "Slowly."

Kevin's knees were already starting to ache. He took hold of Cody's sneaker
and worked it off his foot.

"Get your face in there," Cody said. "Smell it as it comes off. That's good
and rank."

It was pretty rank, and Kevin loved it. He put his nose in between Cody's
arch and his sneaker as it came off, and he breathed in deeply. The smell
made him dizzy.

"Take my sock off."

Cody's sock was a white low-rise Hanes that had seen a lot of use. Kevin
pulled it off Cody's foot. It stuck to his skin a little.

"Now put my sock in your mouth, and hold my sneaker over your face."

Kevin stuffed Cody's sock in his mouth, and the taste was just like the
smell of his feet being run through a big stack of amplifiers. When he put
the sneaker over his face, all he could taste, smell, or think about was
his Master, Cody.

"Now look at me and jack off," Cody said. "But don't cum."

Kevin looked up over the heel of the Nike at the Master lounging on his
couch, and started working his cock with his hand. Cody was leering at him,
watching greedily as he jacked off to Cody's smell, looking him up and down
like he was property. Kevin paced himself, taking it slowly; he didn't want
to cum too soon.

"That's how you jack off, slave? What kind of lame-ass fuckweed jacks off
like that? Do it harder. Get a good grip on it. That's right. Faster. Don't
cum."


Kevin obeyed as Cody told him how to pleasure himself. All the while,
Cody's sneaker was over his face, Cody's sock was in his mouth. Cody didn't
touch him, he just sat on the couch rubbing the bulge in his jeans while he
ordered Kevin around, reminding him time and time again not to cum. He had
him use his thumb on the slit, had him rub the head hard, had him pull on
his balls.

Kevin was breathing hard through the sneaker, trying to contain his orgasm,
but Cody ordered him to do long hard slow strokes on his cock, and after a
minute or two of those he lost it. He moaned into the Nike, and Cody put
his other sneaker up under Kevin's cock as Kevin came, long strands of jizz
covering the side of the his Master's Nike. As Kevin wound down, Cody
rubbed his sole over Kevin's cock head, picking up the last of his cum and
making Kevin shudder.

"You came," Cody said disappointedly. "You'll need to be punished. But
first, clean up your mess."

Kevin bent down, put his tongue into his warm cum, and started licking it
off of Cody's sneaker. He did the swoosh on the side first, and then licked
the knurled rubber of Cody's soles, gently cleaning his cum off of his
Master's feet.

"Go get me whatever bondage gear you have," Cody said. Kevin got up and
bowed to his Master, then went off to get his gear.

He came back in with an old suitcase and put it on the floor at his
Master's feet, then knelt. Cody opened the case and went through the
contents. He took out a few lengths of rope and a leather collar.

"You want to wear this, boy?" Cody asked.

Kevin nodded. "Yes, Master."

"I put this on you, you know what happens?"

"You own me, Master?"

"You got it. Are you ready for that? You really want to belong to me?" Cody
was laying back on the sofa, toying with the collar.

Kevin felt the words come out of his mouth without a stop at the part of
his brain which would usually keep him from saying stupid shit. "I'd do
anything to be yours."

His Master smiled. "Then you're mine." He stood up, went behind Kevin, and
buckled the collar around his neck. Kevin felt him lean down, felt the heat
from his face on his ear as he said, "I always wanted a slave."

Kevin had tried the collar on himself, but it had never felt this heavy,
this thick. "Thank you, Master," he said.

"Now, you came without permission, so that's a spanking. Come here." Cody
grabbed Kevin's collar and dragged him, crawling, to the dining room table.
He threw Kevin down on it and started tying his wrists so he was stretched
out across it.

Kevin hoped the Ikea table was up to the punishment it was about to
receive. Then he hoped the same for himself as Cody tied his ankles to the
table legs. He was bent over the table, his ass exposed, his hard cock
hanging free.

"I like that you're short. Your ass is at just the right height," Cody
said. Kevin felt his Master's hands on his ass, grabbing them, rubbing
them, smacking them a couple of times. Then Cody put his shirt over Kevin's
head and knotted it. Kevin couldn't see, and he was surrounded by the smell
of his Master's armpit sweat.

There was a pause, during which Kevin breathed in deeply. He heard his
Master moving around the room, and then he heard the distinctive sound of
his own belt buckle. Cody must have picked up his pants.

His wallet was in there, with his credit cards, cash, IDs, everything, and
Cody was just a guy he'd been talking to on Craigslist, and here he was
tied to a table and completely helpless. Kevin pulled at his bonds, but
they were secure. He opened his mouth, he thought about saying something,
but what could he say?

Then he heard what must have been his belt as it was withdrawn from the
belt loops on his pants, and he relaxed. Cody wasn't going to steal his
identity, he was just going to whip his ass.

He felt the leather belt brushing gently across his ass, tickling the tiny
hairs as it went. He shuddered. Cody kept teasing his ass with the belt,
moving it slowly down his crack, nudging Kevin's balls with it.

Then Kevin felt it withdraw, and there was a loud crack and a stripe of
pure pain across his ass. Kevin yelled.

There was nothing subtle about the torrent of blows that followed. The belt
kept coming down on him again and again, explosions of pain jarring through
him every time. He tried to keep his voice down, but towards the end he
couldn't keep from screaming.

That's when Cody stopped. The neighbors were banging on the wall.

For the first time ever, Kevin was thankful for Mrs. Henning. He tried to
catch his breath. Just as he'd managed to start to wonder what was coming
next, he felt something at his asshole.

Kevin tensed up. He hadn't been fucked in a long time, and if Cody just
went to town he was in trouble. It turned out to be a lubed finger, though.
Kevin relaxed as his Master got him ready.

"You got condoms?" Cody asked.

"Top drawer of the bedside table." Kevin squirmed in his bonds while he
waited for Cody's return. His cock had gone soft during the whipping, but
it was back to iron-hard now.

Cody came back in, and Kevin felt something pushed up against his face. It
only took a couple of breaths to figure out it was one of Cody's sneakers.
Kevin felt his Master wrap something around his head a bunch of times,
securing the Nike in place.

Then he felt Cody's cock at the entrance to his ass, and it was pushing its
way in insistently. He braced himself, but then Cody smacked his whipped
ass and shoved in at the same time, and Kevin found himself full of his
Master's cock. Kevin moaned into his Master's sneaker.

Cody took his time getting the rest of the way into Kevin, pushing in
slowly, drawing back, pushing a little farther in. By the time Kevin felt
his Master's body fully up against his ass, he was wondering just how big
Cody's cock was. He realized he still hadn't seen Cody with his clothes
off, and now he was being mounted by this total stranger.

Kevin breathed in Cody's smells deeply. He felt Cody pound into him
viciously, and he felt all the worry drop off of him again. He was being
fucked by a young, lean stud. He was breathing in the smell of his Master's
sneakers filtered through his shirt, and his ass was being used, and his
cock was hard.

For the first time in forever, he felt sexy. He wasn't a god in a league
like his Master's, but he'd been working out three times a week, and he'd
lost the paunch after he graduated college, and even he had to admit his
ass looked pretty good. He flexed it, trying to pull his Master's cock into
him. He pulled against the ropes, hoping the play of muscles in his back
and arms would please his Master. He felt like an animal, like an object,
like he was there for his Master's every desire. He breathed in.

He felt his Master's strokes go into him deeper, slower. His Master grabbed
his hips and slammed into him, shoving the table across the tile floor,
making him grunt and moan into the sneaker covering his face, making him
clench his ass around his Master's cock to pleasure him better.

His Master pressed up against him as he came, his whole body jerking on top
of Kevin's, spasming as he drove his cock even deeper. One final thrust and
he relaxed, laying on his slave, still embedded deep in Kevin's ass.

Mrs. Henning eventually stopped pounding on the wall.

Kevin felt his Master raise up off of him, and then pull out. Kevin was
left feeling the sweat cooling on his back, feeling the absence where his
Master had been.

His Master smacked his ass and said, "That was awesome."

Kevin felt himself being untied, and he rose up off the table, his face
still swaddled in sweaty shirt and stinky sneaker, and his cock still hard.
He felt his Master fondle his ass, then grab his cock for a moment. He felt
his balls being played with, then his nipples.

Then he felt his head being unwrapped, and the sneaker and sock removed.
Kevin blinked in the light. His Master was before him, putting the shoe and
shirt and an Ace bandage down on the table.

Kevin fell to his knees.

"Thank you, Master."

"That's a good slave," Cody said. He ruffled Kevin's hair. "That was a
great fuck. All right, I'm gonna take a shower. I've got a present for you,
though. You want a present, slave?"

Kevin smiled and nodded eagerly. "Yes, Master!"

"Okay, come here." Cody went over to his backpack, and rummaged through it.
He brought out a big wad of dirty clothes and tossed them on the floor,
then went back into the bag and came out with a few more items. "Here you
go, slave. While I'm in the shower, you're going to put my clothes in the
wash. Since you're such a good fuck, I'll even let you smell everything
before you put them in. Thirty seconds per item, and you can jack off, but
no cumming. When you're done, lick my shoes clean."

He turned and went into the bathroom.

Kevin looked after him, his mouth hanging open. He shook his head, the
buckle of his collar jingling against the D-ring for the leash, and then
set about gathering up his Master's clothes. He put them in a pile on the
dryer, but that seemed wrong. He opened the dryer door, and put the clothes
on it, then knelt. That felt better.

The shirt that had been wrapped around his face was on top of the pile. He
held it to his face and inhaled deeply. It smelled of his Master still.
Kevin took his cock in his hand and started stroking. Then he realized he
had no idea how long thirty seconds would be, so he started counting in
time with his strokes, one per second.

He'd gotten to about thirty seconds when he realized this was a bad idea.
He was already close to cumming. He put down the shirt and went and grabbed
his cell phone. He put on the stopwatch app and started sniffing Cody's
next shirt.

When thirty seconds were up, he put it gently in the wash, and picked up a
sock. This wasn't the one his Master had been wearing, it was a crew sock,
and it was much dirtier. Kevin breathed it in reverently, his hand gently
stroking his cock.

It occurred to him that Cody had undressed in the dining room, so he went
and got his clothes. As he was picking up his jeans, though, one of Cody's
socks rolled under the radiator. Kevin thought a moment, then kicked the
other one under there.

He turned out the pockets of his Master's jeans, but there had been nothing
in them but sawdust and lint. He'd felt guilty doing it, like he was spying
on his Master, but he had figured that he had to so nothing of his Master's
was ruined in the wash.

Three t-shirts, one hoodie, three pairs of underwear, three pairs of socks,
and one pair of jeans later, Kevin's cock was begging for release. He
wouldn't allow himself to make that mistake twice, though. He didn't want
to disappoint his Master.

His Master's sneakers were in the living room. Kevin returned there, knelt
on the carpet, and picked them up. He just held them for a moment, thinking
of all the times he had seen some young stud on the street, and had
wondered to himself what he would do just to be allowed to worship their
sneakers. How badly he had longed to abase himself before some young god,
and feel like he was where he really belonged. At their feet. Worshiping.

He held the sneakers to his face, smelling his Master, taking His scent
into his lungs, reveling in knowing that his Master had allowed him this
pleasure. Then he remembered that he had an assignment, and started licking
every inch of his Master's Nikes.

Kevin was pretty well done with both sneakers when his Master emerged from
the shower. Kevin gasped. He hadn't been paying much attention after he'd
been fucked, but seeing his Master emerge from the steamy doorway was
stunning. His physique was long and elegant, and naked he moved with a
casual grace. Kevin continued licking at the sneaker as he looked up at his
Master dutifully.

Cody stood over him, toweling off. "Do you like that, slave? Licking my
shoe, sniffing my underwear? You get off on it?"

"Yes, Master." Kevin's tongue was dry, and the words came out slurred.

"Why?"

"Because you're a god, and you deserve to be worshiped," Kevin said. He
kept licking.

Cody sat on the couch. "Go get two beers," he said.

Kevin put His sneaker down and went into the kitchen. He had most of a
twelve pack left. He brought two out and knelt by his Master's feet,
handing them to him.

"Naw, that one's for you. Sit down," Cody said. He popped his beer open.
"What I want to know is, what's in it for you? What do you get out of it?"

Kevin swallowed some much-needed beer. "Sexual gratification, obviously."
He grabbed his cock, which was still hard. "Objectification? A removal of
the burden of choice?"

"I'll tell you what I think it is," Cody said. He took a swig of beer,
settled back into the sofa. He put his feet in Kevin's lap. "Rub those."

Kevin took the big feet in his hands and started rubbing.

"I used to know a guy who had a panther," Cody said. "I lived out in the
sticks. He had a Rottweiler too. We used to get stoned together a lot. Me
and him, not the animals. Anyway.

"The panther ate meat, a lot of meat. But the stuff you get in the
supermarket is missing a lot of things that wild game has, so he had to add
stuff to the meat to make up for that. Vitamins, and for some weird reason,
mineral oil. Which meant that this big cat, weighing a couple of hundred
pounds, shat out black tar all day.

"Rottweilers have shiny black coats.

"We used to get stoned together a lot.

"There's nothing quite like being in the middle of a good bong session and
going to pet your buddy's dog and coming away with a handful of toxic black
panther shit."

Kevin was laughing, his hands still working at his Master's feet.

"Anyway, my point is," Cody said, "When that dog rolled in the panther
shit, he smelled like a bigger, scarier predator. It's a survival
mechanism. But the dog didn't know that, it just smelled good and he wanted
to roll in it.

"So that's what I think is going on in your brain. You see someone
powerful, someone a little scary, and you want their smell. It's hardwired
into you by evolution."

"Holy shit," Kevin said. "That explains it. It really does feel like that.
I see someone dominant, and I want to belong to their pack, to have their
smell all over me. It's really animal."

"All right, animal," his Master said, "Put the TV on and find me some
movies."

Kevin reluctantly gave up his Master's feet and got the remotes. He turned
on the TV and brought up Amazon, and went into the Prime movies available.
He flipped through them at his Master's command until he found an action
film that had come out recently, and then he handed the remotes to his
Master.

"Okay, slave. Your face is going to be my footrest. You can smell my feet
and lick them at will. You can jack off, but you may not cum. Now get me
another beer."

Kevin got the beer, then lay down in front of the couch. His Master placed
his long feet solidly on his face, got comfortable, and started watching.

Kevin sniffed in his Master's scent. It wasn't as overwhelming after the
shower, but he still smelled his Master. Kevin began licking his Master's
soles and stroking his own cock.

For a time, Kevin was completely absorbed in his Master's feet. After all,
here he had the opportunity he'd always wanted to worship at the feet of a
young stud. The movie was pretty interesting, though, even if he couldn't
see anything but Cody's soles.

His Master's foot smacked the side of Kevin's face. It wasn't hard, just
enough to get his attention. Kevin's cock sprang back to attention as well,
and Kevin started stroking it in earnest again.

It went like that throughout half the movie. Whenever Kevin's attention
wavered from the worship of his Master's feet, his Master would bring him
back into focus by smacking him or shoving his toes in Kevin's mouth. Each
time, Kevin's cock came back to life and begged for release.

For a while, Kevin was able to keep his mind and his tongue committed to
his Master's feet, but by the time Cody had paused the movie Kevin was
about to cry from frustration.

"Okay, slave. I'm going to tie you spread-eagled to your bed. Go get that
set up. I'll need a blindfold and a gag for you too." His Master flicked
the movie back on. Kevin got up, bowed kind of awkwardly, took his gear and
went into the bedroom.

He secured ropes to the four legs of the bedframe, and then got two
bandannas out of his kit and laid them on the bed as well. After a moment's
thought, he went into the dining room, retrieved his Master's socks and
laid them next to the bandannas. Then he returned and knelt by his Master's
feet.

Cody continued watching the movie for a while as Kevin stared down at his
feet. The sudden silence when the movie was paused was enough to make his
cock jump.

"Go in and lay down on the bed," his Master said.

Kevin got up, bowed, and went in and lay down spread out wide on the bed.
He heard his Master get up, and he heard him go in and use the bathroom.
Then he heard him rummaging through the cabinets and drawers in there.
Kevin tried to think if he had any prescriptions or anything valuable in
there, but other than ibuprofen and toothpaste there wasn't much.

Then he heard his master go out to the kitchen, and he heard the ice maker.
His Master came into the bedroom with a coffee cup in one hand.

"You're lucky you don't have any Icy Hot," he said. He set the cup down on
the table and proceeded to tie Kevin down to the bed. He made a thick cuff
out of rope on Kevin's left wrist first, tied so it was tight against the
mattress. Then Cody moved to Kevin's other wrist and pulled at it so Kevin
was stretched out tight on the bed. Cody tied his other wrist down, then
moved on to his ankles. He pulled Kevin down to the end of the bed,
stretching his wrists even further, then spread Kevin's ankles wide and
tied them so Kevin's muscular body was spread-eagled on the bed.

Kevin could struggle, but there was no way he was getting free.

"I noticed you didn't wash my socks," Cody said.

"You needed something to gag me with." Kevin pulled at the ropes on his
wrists.

"Having my socks in your mouth is a privilege, slave," his Master said.
"You think you deserve that?"

"I... I deserve whatever my Master wants to give me."

"Well put." Cody picked up one sock and dangled it over Kevin's face. "All
you have to do to have me shove this in your mouth is say 'Yes.' Do you
think you can do that?"

"Yes," Kevin said.

"Don't you want to know what you're agreeing to?" His Master was teasing
Kevin's nose with the sock, brushing it against the tip, giving Kevin just
a whiff of his foot stink.

"Umm... sure," Kevin said. He was having a hard time not grabbing at the
sock with his teeth like a dog.

"You're agreeing not to cum unless you have my socks, shoes or feet in your
mouth."

Kevin tried to clear his mind. "For how long?"

"As long as I want."

There was no way Kevin was giving that kind of control over to a total
stranger. "I'm sorry, Master, but I..."

"Oh, that's okay, slave. I thought that's what you'd say. That's why I
brought the ice." His master picked a cube out of the coffee cup. "You say
yes, you get that sock stuffed in your mouth, and you get to cum. And then
I own you."

Kevin's cock definitely thought this was an interesting game, but Kevin
wasn't so sure. He reminded himself that it was just a game, he had a
safeword, and this guy Cody had seemed pretty trustworthy so far. "I don't
know, Master, I just..."

"You don't get to talk," Cody said. "The only words I want out of you are
either 'Yes' or your safeword. Moaning and screaming are allowed of course.
Now let's begin."

Cody held the ice cube in his fist above Kevin's abs. A couple of drops of
water fell, and they were shockingly cold. Kevin drew in a hissing breath.

His Master grabbed his cock with an ice-cold wet hand, and started jacking
him. Kevin yelped and pulled at his bonds.

"Oh, and if you cum, we just keep going." Cody held Kevin's cock in his
cold fist and rubbed the ice cube around the head with his other hand. "The
thing is, I know you want this. You want to be owned. You want to depend on
me, to need my feet, to be my slave. So in a way I'm doing you a favor."

Kevin was moving his hips trying to get away from his Master's grip, but
Cody was holding him firmly. He could feel all of his muscles pulling at
the ropes, trying to double over to defend his cock. Which was still rock
hard, of course.

Then he felt the hands let go of his cock, which thwapped wetly against his
abs. Cody got up on the bed and stood over him. He loomed over Kevin like
he was the Colossus of Rhodes, the towel around his hips barely hiding his
erection.

Then he dropped the towel.

Kevin was glad he hadn't seen his Master's cock before it went in his ass.
He wouldn't have believed it could fit. He couldn't get an accurate
measurement from this angle, but it looked pretty damned big.

"All you've ever wanted to do is worship a body like mine. Now you've got
the chance." Cody dripped more water from the ice cube down on Kevin, and
from this height it spattered, icy water spraying all over Kevin's skin. He
dribbled ice water on Kevin's face, then his chest and his abs. Kevin tried
to flinch away when Cody started in on his cock, but Cody dropped to one
knee and pushed the ice cube right under Kevin's balls. Kevin gasped and
thrashed about.

"All I've ever wanted was a slave who'd do anything I want. And I think you
can be that slave, Kevin. I think you've got it in you. I think you want to
spend all your time covered in my stink, serving me with everything you
think and do. I think you need someone to control you, to protect you, to
tell you what to do and to praise you when you do good. Someone to punish
you when you're bad. I think you need a Master."

Kevin was barely listening. His Master was softly jacking his cock with one
hand and rubbing the ice cube over his balls with the other, and the pain
and pleasure of that was driving him batshit. But he was right. Kevin's
every fantasy was to belong to some hot young guy, to be allowed to suck
his cock, his socks, his sneakers. To debase himself before the altar of a
god.

"You want to be controlled, Kevin. You want to be mine. You want it more
than anything. You know how I know?" His Master was playing with his
asshole with the ice cube now, rubbing it all over while gripping Kevin's
cock firmly. Kevin felt the ropes digging into his wrists and ankles, felt
the warmth of his Master's leg against his thigh, felt a drop of water roll
off of his chest.

"I'm torturing you with ice. Edging you for ages. I've fucked you, used
you. And now you're being forced to be my slave, and you know what?" Cody
took his hands off of Kevin, leaving him struggling again, but this time
for more contact. "You're smiling. Kevin, right now, you're happy."

He was.

"Yes," Kevin said.

"What was that?"

"Yes, Master."

"Yes to what, slave? What are you asking for?"

"Please stuff your socks in my mouth. Please use me as your slave. Please
make me worship your feet." Kevin was babbling. "Please let me lick your
toes, let me bury my face in your sneakers and live with your smell in my
nose. Please take control of me."

"Good. Now shut up." Cody stuffed first one sock, then the other into
Kevin's mouth. Kevin could barely breathe through his mouth, and when he
did he was filled with Cody's beautiful stink.

Cody blindfolded him. Then Kevin felt Cody's sneaker covering his face, and
he breathed Cody in. He'd given up struggling.

Kevin felt his Master secure the sneaker to his face with what felt like a
belt, then felt hands on him. One was jerking him off with excruciating
deliberation, and the other was toying with his nipples, his balls, his ass.

"Breathe me in, slave. Taste my sweat," his Master said. "Every time you
cum, you're going to be smelling that. Soon you won't be able to cum
without it. You'll crave my stench every minute of the day. You'll live to
lick my feet after I work out. And if you're really good, and really lucky,
I'll let you cum every so often. I want you craving my cock, dying to suck
me off or have me use your ass. I want you desperate for my cum."

It was just a game, Kevin reminded himself. He wasn't committed to a life
of slavery to this young thug. But the idea was really hot. Putting himself
under the control of someone so hard, so unpredictable, so manipulative, so
cruel, so beautiful...

Kevin breathed in his Master's smell, felt his Master's wet hand on his
cock, the other hand pulling at his balls, and he came.

He had mental images of laser cannons, sending burst after burst of
white-hot energy out into space, pulses of plasma burning bright against
the depths.

When he came back to consciousness he felt himself being untied. Cody
unwrapped the sneaker and blindfold and gag last, and Kevin breathed free
again. The collar was still around his neck.

"Go clean up," his Master said, "Get ready for bed. Then come back in here.
No clothes."

Kevin did as he was told. When he got back he found Cody, still naked,
lounging on the bed reading one of his books. "Have you got a toothbrush?"
he asked.

"Sure." Kevin got him a new toothbrush he'd brought home from his last
dental appointment.

"Kneel by the bed." Cody went off to the bathroom, leaving Kevin feeling
like he should be praying. Maybe for more nights like tonight.

His Master returned, and rooted through the gear for a length of chain and
a couple of padlocks. "I'm going to be nice to you tonight, slave. I'm
going to let you sleep with my right foot. Come here."

Kevin approached, and his Master locked the chain around his neck. Cody
pulled Kevin down onto the bed then looped the other end of the chain
around his ankle and locked it. Kevin's face was about six inches from
Cody's foot.

"I want you to get to know my right foot really well tonight, slave. Fall
in love with it. I'll see you at five-thirty for a blowjob."

His Master flipped the covers back, and Kevin followed his foot under the
sheets and tried to find a comfortable way to lay. He heard his Master
click the bedside light off, and complete darkness descended under the
blankets.

Kevin contemplated the foot in front of his face. He thought he could just
make out an outline of it in the darkness. He could definitely smell it. It
wasn't a bad smell, not at all. His Master had taken a shower just a little
while ago, so his foot just smelled of him, and maybe a little soap. He
smelled good, Kevin had to admit. If he passed someone wearing that as a
cologne, it would definitely catch his attention.

He brought his attention back to his Master's foot. Kevin took a risk and
reached a hand out and touched it. His Master didn't react, so Kevin
stroked his foot gently, slowly so as not to tickle anything. He traced the
top of the magnificent foot to the ankle, then down towards the heel and up
the sole. He put both hands on it and held it to his face. The skin felt
warm and rough beneath his lips.

Cody rolled over and pulled his foot out of Kevin's grasp. It tugged at the
chain around Kevin's neck. Kevin found himself facing the heel of his
Master's foot. He pressed his lips to it, then snuggled up next to it and
tried to sleep.

Every so often during the night his Master would change position and the
chain around Kevin's neck would be jerked tight. Kevin would awaken,
confused. Then he'd realize where he was, and that his Master's foot was
right there, and he'd try to get back to sleep only to be awakened again.
Sometime in the middle of the night, Kevin was pulled from sleep again, and
he thought for a moment about calling it quits. Here he was, in his own
bed, chained to the ankle of some lanky kid with a domination fetish. What
was he doing?

On the other hand, if Cody hadn't chained Kevin to his ankle, Kevin would
be worried about having a young stranger in his house all night. And when
did he agree to let Cody stay the night?

Then Kevin breathed in, and reminded himself of everything that had
happened that night, every fantasy that his Master had fulfilled for him.
If he wanted his foot worshiped in return, who was Kevin to object? Kevin
pressed his cheek to his Master's foot in the darkness and slept.

An alarm went off at 5:30. Kevin came awake in the darkness and tried to
get his bearings. Then his world was flooded with light as his Master threw
the covers back.

"Good morning, Slave!" Cody said. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, Master," Kevin said.

"Good to hear it. Kiss my foot good morning."

Kevin gladly pressed his lips to Cody's foot and whispered "Good morning."

Cody gave him the keys. "Unlock the chain around my ankle."

Kevin undid the padlock, and his Master reached down and grabbed his chain.
He pulled Kevin up the bed to his big throbbing cock.

"Morningwood Estates. If you lived here, you'd be home by now." Cody
grabbed Kevin's head and put his cock to Kevin's lips. "Suck it, slave."

Kevin started sucking.

He'd gotten the shaft slick with his spit and was working the head with his
tongue when he felt his Master's foot playing with his cock. Kevin
redoubled his efforts, taking as much of his Master's cock into his throat
as possible, rotating his head to give his Master the most sensation he
could. After the night in bed his Master's crotch had a musky, locker-room
smell. The foot on his cock was driving him crazy, playing with his
cockhead, pushing up against him with its sole. He moaned into his Master's
bush.

"Hey. You don't have my feet in your mouth. You don't get to cum, slave.
You understand me?"

Kevin nodded as best he could, given the cock deep in his mouth.

"Swallow my load and thank me for it, slave."

Kevin switched to long, slow, strong strokes up and down his Master's cock,
his lips closed tight around it, his tongue working at it furiously. He was
rewarded with his Master's moans, and then his Master was holding him down
on the cock in his mouth, and his mouth was filling with hot cum, and he
was swallowing desperately, licking it off the cock shaft, savoring its
taste. He could feel his Master's strength flow into him as the cum poured
down his throat.

He licked gently until his Master pulled him off, then he lay next to his
Master, his face against his Master's hip. Cody petted his head.

"Okay, slave. Twelve minutes left before you're free. Kneel."

Kevin got up into a kneeling position, and his Master put his magnificent
foot right in his face.

"I want you to lick it, make out with it, tell it how you feel about it,
and jack off. Don't cum." Cody reclined against the pillows regally.

Kevin kissed his Master's foot passionately. He gave up any pretext that he
wasn't completely in love with it. He licked at the sole, sucked on the
toes, lapped at the heel.

"Oh, Master's right foot," he said to it, "You're magnificent. Long and
thin and strong and arched and I just want to lick you all the time and
worship you and belong to you and I love being your slave and I love the
way you smell and..."

"Don't cum, slave," Cody reminded him. "What will you do to be allowed to
cum now?"

Kevin laid off on his cock and licked at Cody's sole thoughtfully. "This
slave would offer himself to serve his Master again."

"You should be begging me for that privilege, slave." His Master's face was
stern and beautiful.

Kevin kept making out with his Master's right foot, trying to talk as he
did so. "Oh, Master, please allow me to serve you again. I will gladly be
your slave. I can't wait to serve you however you want. Please let me be
yours. I want to suck you again, and I want your feet, and I want to smell
you..."

"Okay, slave. Promise me twelve hours and you can cum." Cody was toying
with Kevin's balls with his other foot.

"Oh, thank you Master! Of course Master can have me for twelve hours.
Twelve days, if Master wants. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank..."

Kevin came.

After he cleaned the cum off his Master's foot, Cody reached down and
unlocked the chain from around Kevin's neck. "It's six o'clock," he said.
"You're free."

"Wow. Oh, wow." Kevin collapsed on the bed, rubbing his neck. "That was
awesome."

"You liked it?" Cody was smiling.

"So many dreams came true last night, Master. Cody."

"You can call me Master. I like it." Cody got up and looked around. "Hey,
my clothes are... um..."

"In the dryer. They're probably all wrinkled. I can put them in again for a
few minutes, if you want."

"Sure, thanks. I'll jump in the shower."

Kevin admired Cody's lithe body as he left, and then he set the dryer to
fifteen minutes. He got dressed and went to check the fridge. The eggs and
the milk were good. The bread was a little stale. The bacon was a bit old,
though. Kevin tried to convince himself that it was still good, after all
bacon was preserved meat, and sailors used to eat it when it was all
rank... and the fact that he was trying to justify it that badly ended that
train of thought. He realized he had syrup, and started making preparations
for French toast.

By the time Cody got out of the shower Kevin was at the stage where he was
juggling butter and syrup and plates and eggs. "Your laundry should be
ready, it's right in there." He nodded at the closet by the bathroom.

"Thanks." Cody got his clothes and started getting dressed in the living
room.

"Goddamn, you're beautiful," Kevin said.

"Thanks. You too."

"How many pieces of French toast do you want?"

"You didn't have to," Cody said.

"And yet, I am. How many?"

"Umm... four?"

"Hungry, huh? Sure." Kevin went back to the frying pan and flipped a couple
of pieces.

"Coffee?"

"Sure." Cody accepted a mug from Kevin and got some milk out of the fridge.
"This is a nice setup you have here."

"It's kind of a dump, really. The walls are paper-thin. They never clean up
or do the landscaping like they're supposed to. The rent really sucks too.
But it was close to school."

"How long have you lived here?" Cody asked.

"About three years. Four, almost." Kevin put a plate of French toast on the
table. "Here's butter and syrup. Eat up, I have to get to work here soon."

"I thought you'd just moved in. Why don't you have any art on your walls?"
Cody sat down at the table, looked at the stack of toast dubiously. "Yeah,
that's a lot."

"I don't know. I can't really decide what would look good, you know?" Kevin
dug into his breakfast. "I mean, I go to a gallery or a poster store and I
look, and I think I've found something, but I can't really be sure of how
it'll look. And it's all so expensive."

"Huh." Cody was quiet a while as he ate his French toast. "So, when are you
free?"

"Well, tonight," Kevin said.

"I've got to go out of town for a couple of days. Thursday?"

"Umm... sure." Kevin cleared off the table.

"Thanks for breakfast, that was really good." Cody was rolling his clothes
up and stuffing them in his backpack.

"Sure. Thanks for... well, an incredible night. You're pretty amazing."

Cody grinned at him and hefted his backpack to his shoulder. "Kiss me
goodbye."

Kevin came up to him and kissed him passionately.

"Now my foot," Cody said.

Kevin grinned, knelt, and kissed Cody's right Nike.

"Remember, you can't cum without my feet in your mouth. So, no cumming at
all until Thursday." Cody petted Kevin's head and left.
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