Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2017 13:44:46 -0700
From: Kirk McCorkle <avunculous@gmail.com>
Subject: Master Cody, Part 6

Book 6
Cody's Footstool

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
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"He's kind of short, isn't he?" Todd said, circling the naked slave. "I
mean, he's cute and all, but couldn't you have gotten a regular-sized one?"

"Think of him as fun-sized." Cody was lounging on the couch, drinking a
beer as his bud inspected his new slave.

"He's got a nice cock." Todd reached down a massive hand and grabbed
Kevin's junk. "Nice nuts too."

"Thank the man, Kevin," Cody said.

Kevin gritted his teeth as Todd squeezed his junk. "Thank you, Sir."

He wasn't sure how he'd agreed to meet Cody's friend completely naked
except for his collar, but Cody had insisted that Todd would be cool with
it. He'd been hinting for a couple of days that Todd might join in their
bondage fun, but never quite promising anything. Kevin had been going nuts
with anticipation and fear as the day of Todd's arrival drew closer. He was
already pretty overwhelmed with all the kinky things Cody had him doing.

Now that Todd was here, he wasn't any less overwhelmed. The guy made the
apartment look small. Cody had said he was big, but Kevin had pictured six
feet, maybe six two like his Master. Todd was six five easy, and was built
like a cinderblock. His neck was as thick as his skull, his shoulders made
his head look small, and his feet were probably size fifteens.

Kevin may have been in love. But that might also have just been the sheer
terror that was running amok in his brain as he stood motionless in his
living room. A total stranger was pawing at him, inspecting him, grabbing
his favorite body parts.

Todd pried Kevin's mouth open and stuck one big dirty finger in. He held
Kevin's jaw open and poked at his teeth and his tongue.

"I usually keep his cock locked up in chastity," Cody said. "But I thought
I'd let you see him naked before I lock him up again."

"Sure, thanks." Todd let go of Kevin's face and wiped his finger on Kevin's
chest. "What's his safeword?"

"Canada." Cody flicked on the TV. "Slave, two steps to the left. You're in
the way."

"Yes, Master." Kevin moved aside.

"What are his limits?" Todd sniffed at Kevin's neck. For some reason, that
made Kevin get goosebumps.

"Ask him yourself." Cody flipped through the channels.

"Hey, slave." Todd said, and he gave a little snort of a laugh. "What are
your limits?"

"No blood or permanent damage, please Sir. No strangling. No, um, shit.
Moderate pain," Kevin said.

"What the hell does moderate pain mean?" Todd asked.

"Um, like clothespins are good. Or a spanking. With a belt. No blood or
anything, Sir."

Kevin winced as Todd grabbed one of his nipples and twisted. "So, like
this."

"Yes, Sir." Kevin was rising to tiptoe as Todd pulled up on his twisted
nipple. He groaned.

Todd let go. "All right, I can work with that."

"He's really into feet," Cody said from the sofa. "He's probably dying to
drool over your sneakers right now."

"Is that right?" Todd asked.

Kevin nodded, looking down.

"Sure. Check it out. Hey slaveboy, get over here and make out with my
kicks." Cody propped his Nike Zoom Airs, now looking pretty broken in, up
on the arm of the couch. Kevin immediately went over, knelt, and started
licking.

"Holy shit," Todd said from behind Kevin. "That's sick." There was a pause.
"And kinda hot."

"I know, right?" Cody's voice was excited. "He does whatever I tell him to.
Plus, get this. He's not allowed to cum unless he's got my feet or shoes or
socks in his mouth."

"Seriously? And he gets off on this?" Todd had his face up close, watching
Kevin debase himself for his Master.

"Check  out how hard his cock is right now," Cody said. "These days, if
he's out of his cock cage, all I have to do is wave a sock under his nose
and he's hard."

"You've got him trained good. Hey, slave," Todd said, making his voice deep
and commanding, "Come kiss my kicks."

Kevin stayed where he was, licking at his Master's sole.

"He's my slave," Cody said. "You can borrow him, though. Slaveboy, go kiss
Todd's disgusting sneakers."

Kevin gave up his Master's Nikes, and turned and crawled towards his
buddy's Adidas high-tops. They were gray, but they may once have been black
and white, or maybe red. Kevin couldn't tell.

"Oh, he's gonna love these," Todd said, flopped down on the big armchair,
and put his feet up on the ottoman. "Come and get 'em"

Now that Kevin was up close with Todd's Adidas, he was struck first by how
big they were. His Master's feet were big, but these sneakers were colossal.

The next thing he was struck by was the smell. His Master had  a
distinctive scent, one Kevin had grown very fond of and very familiar with.
Todd's sneakers were radiating an aroma that knocked Kevin back a bit. It
was like the smell of feet, plus locker rooms, plus more sweat, and swamp
dirt. And it burned.

Kevin bent close to Todd's right high-top, and planted a big kiss on the
toe. He looked up at Todd, hoping the big guy was satisfied.

"Hey, Cody," Todd said. "How's this slave at giving head?"

"He's all right."

"Cool." Todd looked down at Kevin. "What are you waiting for? Lemme see you
make out with my sneaks."

Kevin took a deep breath, trying to acclimate himself to Todd's monumental
smell, and he started licking. It was strange, kissing feet other than his
Master's, but his Master wanted Todd to be happy, so Kevin licked. Todd's
sneakers were a wreck, though. The sole was pulling away from the leather
in a couple of places, giving Kevin a preview of what the inside of Todd's
sneaker was going to smell like. It wasn't pretty.

But Kevin's cock was hard, and the smell had gone from disgusting him to
turning him on. This was how far he was willing to go to please his Master.
He licked up the laces of the high-top with renewed enthusiasm.

It seemed to take forever for his tongue to get from the heel of Todd's
sneaker to the toe. Kevin was used to being the shortest guy in the room,
but next to Todd he felt tiny, insectile. It was hard to imagine that both
of them were the same species. Plus, Todd was just nineteen years old, a
teenage punk, and here he was a college graduate, kneeling at his feet.

"All right, do the other one," Todd said.

Kevin looked up at his Master, who nodded. Kevin switched over to Todd's
left Adidas, and started licking again. The serrated edges of the stripes
on the sides rasped against his tongue.

"Hey, slaveboy, take it off," Todd said.

Kevin looked over at his Master, but it was a commercial and Cody had his
head back and his eyes closed.

"What are you waiting for, slave? I gave you an order." Todd put his foot
in the middle of Kevin's chest. It felt like it covered his whole torso.

Kevin licked at Todd's other high-top apologetically, glancing over at his
Master for confirmation of the order.

"Hey, Cody, I think your slave's busted. Why isn't he following orders?"
Todd asked.

Cody's eyes flicked open. "Cause they're not my orders."

"Well, shit. Don't you want to see his face when he gets a nose full of
what's in my shoes?"

"He's my slave. What's in it for me?" Cody stretched casually on the couch.

"Aw, come on, man. I let you stay at my place so many times, you fucking
owe me."

Most people would probably have been pretty outraged to be casually
bartered between friends like a beer or a ride to work, but Kevin found
that somehow he'd gotten 'outraged' confused with 'massively turned on.'

He stayed quiet and licked Todd's enormous sneaker.

"All right," Cody said. "Slaveboy, for the next half an hour show Todd a
good time. Lick his feet, suck his cock, lick his nuts. If you can get him
to cum between eight thirty and eight thirty-two, I'll give you a chance to
cum too. Now keep it quiet, I'm trying to watch this."

"The fuck? He can do that?" Todd asked.

"You can bet your ass he's gonna try," Cody said. "Speaking of, how about a
bet?"

"No way," Todd said. "I'm never betting you again, ever."

"Wuss."

Todd settled back into the ancient armchair and watched as Kevin assaulted
his sneakers anew. Now that he had his orders, Kevin was on a mission. He
pulled at the knot in Todd's laces with his teeth and it came undone. He
used his teeth to loosen Todd's laces, and then started pulling off his
sneaker.

The sneaker was huge, and the smell that came out of it was proportional.
Kevin actually flinched when the first wave hit him. It smelled like the
off-white sock inside it hadn't been washed or changed in days. Kevin put
the sneaker down and turned to face the sock.

"Whoa, hold on there," Cody said from the couch. "Get your face in that
sneaker. Show your new friend how much you like his smell."

"Yes, Master," Kevin said, and picked up the Adidas. It was notably heavier
than either of his Master's sneakers. Probably, Kevin thought, because of
the weight of the stench. He brought the huge sneaker up to his face and
dove in.

He heaved in a huge breath to start with, figuring it was going to be like
diving into a cold pool in the summer; better to get it over with. That
turned out to have been a poorly chosen analogy. About halfway through the
breath Kevin started coughing, and took the shoe away from his face.

Both of the other guys were laughing.

"Man, Todd's feet are legendary for stinking up gymnasiums," Cody said.
"Everybody makes him leave his shoes outside when he comes over."

"My own Dad makes me put my shoes outside," Todd said. He sounded hurt.

Kevin took a deep breath and dove back in. He took tiny little shallow
breaths, dipping his toes in the water, as it were. Slowly he got more used
to it, and it got to where he could almost stand it. Mostly. But now that
the smell wasn't searing his senses, he realized that his whole face was
engulfed in the Adidas. Todd's foot was so huge the top of his high-top fit
over Kevin's whole face. If he pushed forward just a bit, he found he could
lick the insole. The taste was like the smell, but weirdly, it didn't seem
as bad when he was licking it.

"See?" Cody said. "I told you he'd like it."

"Look at that cock." Todd's voice had a hint of admiration to it. "It looks
like he's going to shoot right now."

"He'd better not," Cody said. "We'd have way too much fun thinking up a
punishment for him."

Kevin got himself together and inhaled a couple more times to inoculate
himself, gave the gigantic insole a last lick for good luck, then put the
sneaker down. He turned to Todd's sock-covered foot, put the big toe in his
mouth, and started sucking.

"Wow." Todd said.

Todd probably hadn't cut his toenails in, well, ever, Kevin figured. They
were the first thing he noticed when he got Todd's toes in his mouth. The
next was the smell, and then the taste soon thereafter. He'd been pretty
well prepared for that when he took off Todd's sneaker, though. What he
hadn't really counted on was that the fabric of the sock felt, well, stiff.
He tried to avoid the word for as long as he could, but it kept occurring
to him anyway. Crusty.

Kevin felt himself drawing back, repulsed, felt himself about to end this
whole scene.  No-one in their right mind would want to worship this big
lug's filthy feet, and anyone who saw him would be appalled.

Just as Kevin considered using his safeword, though, he thought about his
Master asking him what he really wanted. He thought back to his fantasies,
of what he'd always longed to do to the big hulking young guys who he'd see
on the street, how much he wanted to humiliate himself for them.

Why, then, when a big, crude, smelly young stud was lounging in his
furniture and making Kevin lick his feet, was Kevin hesitating? Dreams
don't come true all that often. And when they do, it's usually pretty scary.

Kevin took a deep breath with Todd's toes in his mouth and started sucking
at Todd's sock with abandon. He rubbed his face against the gigantic sock,
put his whole tongue into licking as much of it as possible at once. He
nipped at it, pulled at it with his teeth, felt it resist for a second and
then pull away from the skin of Todd's foot. Slowly Kevin worked the sock
off with his mouth, until at last he pulled it off Todd's foot and shook it
like a chew toy.

"That's a good slave," came his Master's voice from behind him.

Encouraged, Kevin dropped Todd's sock and started in on his foot. Todd
didn't have much of an arch; his foot was broad and strong, with some
calluses at the heel. Kevin licked at the sole to begin with, long licks
all the way up the foot that seemed to take most of forever. Now that his
sock was off, Todd's foot was much more bearable.

Kevin began rubbing at Todd's foot with his hands, digging his thumbs into
the muscles as he licked at Todd's toes.

"Man, I wish I'd had this guy for after football practice," Todd said,
leaning back in the chair. "Hell, the whole team could have used him."

Kevin quickly got distracted by a fantasy of being the footservant to a
whole football team. Todd interrupted him by pulling his foot away.

"Get to the other foot, already," he said. "Jeez, you're slow."

Kevin turned to Todd's right sneaker. He leaned down to kiss it, and the
stench from it wafted up at him. He'd almost forgotten how strong it was.

Bracing himself, Kevin kissed the top of Todd's Adidas, and then said a
mental 'to heck with it,' dropped to his belly and started licking it like
crazy. He would have paid good money for these sneakers if he'd had the
guts to go up and ask a guy to buy them off of him; he had fantasies of
finding abandoned sneakers like these in the trash and taking them home.
Now that he had the chance to lick them fresh off a guy's feet, he'd be
damned if he'd let embarrassment stop him.

He was in the middle of licking the rubber around the edge of Todd's sole
when Todd commented to his Master. "He really gets into it, huh?"

"He was made for it," Cody said. "Careful, it gets pretty addictive, having
a slave around to suck on your feet after a hard day at work."

"Like you've gotta worry about that."

"No, I got a call from Albertson's. They want me to start on Wednesday.
Bagging, but cashier pretty soon." There was a note of pride in Cody's
voice. Justifiably, Kevin supposed. He'd gone after the job he really
wanted and gotten it. Which didn't make the casual conversation these two
dudes were having over him licking Todd's Adidas any less weird.

"No shit, man? Congrats."

"And I start classes in a couple of weeks. Just GED stuff, but I should be
ready by fall."

Kevin untied and loosened the laces on Todd's sneaker, then started pulling
it off.

"I thought you were gonna be homeless this time for sure, dude. This slave
thing is working out for you." Todd pulled his foot out of his sneaker
abruptly, and thrust it in Kevin's face. The smell hit Kevin all at once,
stunning him.

"Yeah," Cody said. "Everyone should own one."

Kevin pulled the sock off of Todd's foot, and started working it over with
his mouth. Todd shut up and leaned his head back as Kevin found all the
spots that the big guy seemed to like, and licked the hell out of them.
There was no way he could fit all of Todd's toes in his mouth,
unfortunately, but Kevin gave it his best shot. He was licking the curve
leading from Todd's heel to his anklebone when Todd pulled his foot away.

"Get up here," he said.

While Kevin had been at work on his size 15s, Todd had taken the liberty of
pulling his cock out of his jeans. It was long, but surprisingly not really
thick. Kevin supposed it was normal width for most guys, but on Todd's
enormous frame it looked slender. Todd had one hand around it, and was
beckoning Kevin over to it with the other.

Kevin crawled up the length of Todd's legs, and was about to take Todd's
cock head into his mouth when Todd stopped him with a hand on Kevin's
forehead. "Not so fast, slaveboy. Balls first."

Kevin checked the clock on the DVR. He'd spent way too long on Todd's feet,
and now he had just twelve minutes to get him to cum. But Todd had his
priorities. Balls first.

Todd lifted up his hips and hiked his jeans down, and pulled his balls out
of his boxers. Kevin took a quick sniff, but the smell wasn't too bad. Just
balls. He bent forward and put his tongue to them. They were warm and
slightly hairy, and, of course, big. Kevin licked them each in turn, then
took one in his mouth.

"Jesus, that feels good." Todd put his hand on Kevin's head, being
surprisingly gentle.

"Never had anyone lick your nuts before?" Cody asked.

"Well, sure, but, man..."

Encouraged, Kevin tried to get them both in his mouth, but failed
miserably. He had to settle for one at a time. He would gladly have stayed
there all day, but the clock on the entertainment center and his cock were
urgently reminding him that he had a job to do.

He reluctantly let Todd's left nut slide out of his mouth and started
licking up the length of Todd's cock. Kevin had honestly expected Todd's
cock to be the diameter of a beer can, sort of blunt and brutal like its
owner.

Kevin's reverie was interrupted when he reached the head of Todd's cock and
Todd suddenly pushed him down on his cock, hard. Todd's cock invaded
Kevin's throat, and Kevin choked. He pulled off Todd's cock, gagging.

"I like it when they choke," Todd said.

Giving his Master's friend a wary eye, Kevin went back to work. Using both
his hands to grip Todd's shaft, he started licking and sucking at Todd's
cockhead. Almost immediately, he tasted precum.

Which was a problem. He didn't know if Todd leaked precum as a matter of
course, or if this meant he was about to shoot. He didn't know any of
Todd's likes or dislikes, any of the cues that would tell him Todd was
about to cum, so Kevin was just going to have to wing it.

In fact, Kevin basically knew Todd's name, his shoe size, and how his feet
and his cock tasted. And that he was his Master's friend. Todd had walked
into the apartment less than an hour ago, and here Kevin was, trying
desperately to get him off.

Cody had certainly made his life more interesting.

The skin of Todd's cock slid over Kevin's tongue like the texture of fine
ice cream, and the precum that was flowing from his cock was adding to the
sensation. Kevin reminded himself to make a flavor suggestion to Ben and
Jerry's. He tried fluttering his tongue just under Todd's cockhead like his
Master enjoyed, but Todd didn't really respond.

In fact, Todd was just laying back in the chair, eyes closed. And behind
him the clock read eight twenty-six. Kevin started twisting his head from
side to side, slobbering over Todd's big cock while he jacked it off with
both his hands. He sped up, using his spit for lube as his hands slid up
and down the length of Todd's shaft.

And still Todd hadn't moved. Kevin was starting to take that as a bad sign,
and he redoubled his efforts. Sucking and licking furiously at the big
stud's cock, taking as much of it into his mouth as possible, lapping at it
desperately with his tongue, he was finally rewarded by a groan from his
Master's friend.

Which was also a problem, because it was a pretty distinctive 'I'm just
about to cum' groan.

Kevin pulled off fast and clamped down on the base of Todd's cock with one
hand. He could feel the shaft pulse in his hand a couple of times, and he
thought for a moment that Todd was going to lose it.

With a frustrated groan, Todd relaxed a bit. The crisis having passed,
Kevin resumed licking the big guy's balls and snuck a look at the clock.
Eight twenty-eight.

Kevin spent a while licking at Todd's nuts, stroking his cock every so
often to keep him focused. When the clock said it was time, he leaned back,
took a deep breath, and dove down on Todd's cock. Right off the bat he
tried to take it as far down his throat as he could go. He got surprisingly
far, given the angle, before he started to choke on it.

He felt Todd's hand on the back of his head. He wasn't pushing Kevin down,
but Kevin shoved himself back down on Todd's cock anyway, and came up
coughing. Todd liked it when they choked, after all.

Then Kevin started working Todd's cock in earnest, licking at the flare
around his cockhead, stroking his shaft hard. Todd was breathing heavily
now, a small concession to how his cock must have been feeling, and he even
let out a little grunt now and again. Kevin sped up the tempo.

Todd was building up to a climax, but it was coming on way too slowly. A
glance at the clock showed it was 8:31 already.

Near panic, desperate to cum after having spent so long serving these two
bros, Kevin shoved his head down on Todd's cock again, taking it deep down
his throat. He willed himself to ignore the desperate messages from his
lungs and his gag reflex as he struggled to pleasure this big oaf lounging
in his armchair.

With a snort and a grunt, Todd started cumming. Kevin missed the first
couple of spurts, as they shot directly down his throat, but he pulled far
enough back to taste the next salvo. It was thicker than his Master's, but
not as salty. Kevin used his tongue to rub against Todd's cockhead as he
came, and Todd gave him another snort for that.

Kevin looked at the clock. It was 8:33. He kept Todd's softening cock in
his mouth as he came down from his orgasm.

"What did you think?" Cody asked.

"Fuck," Todd said. "You weren't kidding."

"Told you he could do it." Cody sounded smug.

Kevin let Todd's cock out of his mouth and turned to his Master. "Did I
make it on time, Master?"

"No, he means I've never cum from a blowjob before," Todd said. "I gotta
say, it was worth the wait."

"You just weren't getting high-quality blowjobs." Cody muted the TV.

"High-quality blowjobs from here on in." Todd pulled up his pants and
tucked away his junk.

"Unfortunately," Cody said, "I timed Todd cumming at 8:32 and twenty-three
seconds."

Kevin looked down at his cock, wondering how he was going to get it back in
the chastity device without cumming first. Maybe a cold shower.

"He was pretty close, though," Todd said.

"Yeah, good effort too. I don't want to be cruel." Cody got up off the
couch and stretched, his shirt pulling up to reveal the abs Kevin loved so
much. "I'll let you cum, slave, but there's going to be a penalty involved."

"Yeah, a penalty," Todd said.

"Thank you, Master," Kevin said.

"Don't I get a thank you?" Todd asked. "I spoke up for you."

"Thank you, um, Sir."

"Go set up the bedroom. I want to tie you down on the bed," Cody told Kevin.

Kevin hurried into the bedroom and got out the gear. He'd closed the door
when he came in, but he could hear the guys talking out in the living room
through the apartment's thin walls.

"Holy shit, you've got it good here," Todd was saying. "Way to land on your
fucking feet, dude."

"I got lucky. Kevin's a good guy. But man, you've got to get your shit
together."

Todd's voice was barely audible. "I'll get something set up."

The television sound came blaring back on right then. Kevin finished
getting the ropes tied to the bed, and left a couple of gags and blindfolds
out, and returned to the living room.

"Master, it's ready." Kevin said.

Cody and Todd were hanging out on the sofa together, sharing a bag of
Kevin's chips, Cody's feet up on the ottoman.

"Shh, this is good," Cody said. There was some police show on TV.

"Hey, how come you've got a place to put your feet up and I don't?" Todd
asked Cody, indignant. He was looking at Kevin significantly.

Cody kicked the ottoman over to Todd. "No problem. Slave, come here. Kneel."

Kevin knelt before his Master. He heard Cody shift in his seat, and then he
felt the weight of his Master's sneakers descend on his back. He could feel
the little spiky nubs on the heels right on his spine. Naked but for a
collar, kneeling in his own living room before a pair of teenagers, Kevin
felt for a moment like his life couldn't possibly get any better.

"Hey, can I get another beer?" Todd asked.

"Slaveboy, beers," Cody said. He lifted his sneakers off of his slave.

Kevin darted out to the kitchen and returned with a couple of bottles.
While he was gone Todd had kicked away the ottoman and moved a little
closer to Cody on the couch.

Kevin gave the guys their beers and went to kneel before his Master again.

"Your footstool looks more comfortable," Todd said.

"Yeah, I know, right?" Cody nudged Kevin toward Todd with one foot. "Here
ya go."

Cody's Nikes came to rest on the small of Kevin's back, and a moment later
the weight of Todd's massive bare feet thudded down between Kevin's
shoulderblades.

For a while they watched TV.

"He's not very comfortable, is he?" Todd said.

Kevin considered speaking up. It was nice of Todd to have noticed that he
was cramping up pretty badly, but serving his Master like this was one of
Kevin's duties, and it kind of turned him on. It really turned him on. And
knowing that the ropes were already tied to the bed and waiting for him
made this torture doubly erotic. So Kevin thought about thanking Todd for
the consideration, but letting him know he was fine.

"You gotta put your feet like here," Cody said, and he shifted his Nikes on
Kevin's back. "Like on the far side."

Todd's feet lifted up and thudded back down on Kevin's ribs. "Huh. Yeah."

Oh.

"He's too high up," Todd said.

"Slaveboy, down a couple of inches." Cody said it like he was talking to
the personal assistant on his phone.

Kevin lowered his back a bit, which meant that now his thighs, his arms,
his shoulders and his ass were suddenly under stress. A lot of stress,
given the weight of two pair of legs on top of him.

He held the pose, though, as a commercial break ended and the show wrapped
up. With dubious forensic science having caught the bad guy again, jokes
were exchanged, the sexual tension between the main characters was
underlined, and the credits rolled.

Kevin's flanks were trembling. The muscles in his ass and his thighs were
vibrating, Kevin was pretty sure it might have been visible it was so
severe. He was gritting his teeth, his fingers were dug into the carpet,
and he was putting all of his will into not collapsing under the weight of
his Master and his friend. He was determined to do his Master proud.

Cody swung his feet down to the floor. "That was dumb. Okay, time to
torture my slave."

"Yay!" Todd said. He bounced up off the couch eagerly.

"Slave, go lie down on the bed face down. With your head towards the, you
know, the end," Cody said.

Kevin got up as fast as he could, given how sore he was, and went into the
bedroom. He lay down as instructed, with his feet towards the head of the
bed. Just lying down was an incredible relief.

"You get that side," Kevin said. "Use the cuffs."

Kevin lay still while the two big teenagers strapped the leather cuffs onto
him, then used the ropes to tie him down to the bed. Todd seemed to really
enjoy getting the ropes good and tight.

And then Kevin was helpless, naked, tied down, collared, and acutely aware
of the fact that he'd met Todd this afternoon.

"Hey, go get your shoes," Cody said.

Todd thudded off to the living room.

Cody leaned in close to Kevin's head. "Are you all right with all this?
Doing okay?"

Surprised by the question, Kevin went blank. Was he okay that his Master
and a total stranger had him tied down and were talking about torturing him
and making him cum?

"Yes, Master," Kevin said. "Thank you, Master."

"That's my boy," his Master said, and patted his head.

Todd returned from the living room.

"Thanks," Cody said, and Kevin felt his head being pulled back. Even before
he felt it on his face, he smelled Todd's sneaker. He took a deep breath of
the last fresh air he was probably going to get for a while, and then his
face was enveloped in the soft, smelly, dark world of Todd's right Adidas.

Cody got on the bed and straddled Kevin's back, and used the faithful Ace
bandage to fasten Todd's sneaker in place. Kevin was acutely aware of his
Master's weight on him, his warmth, and what might have been his Master's
hard cock brushing up against him.

"So I bet you're wondering," Cody said, "What we're going to do to you.
Well, we're gonna make you cum. Like this."

Saying that, Cody scooted down Kevin's body until he was between his legs.
He grabbed hold of Kevin's hard cock and pulled it so it was pointing down
between his legs, trapped against the bed. It felt incredibly awkward,
almost painful in that position, and Kevin hunched up, trying to get it
free.

His Master kept hold of it, though, and kept it pulled down between Kevin's
legs. "No, you're going to cum like this. Settle down." And he smacked
Kevin's ass.

"What should I do?" Todd asked.

"I don't know. Get creative. There's stuff in the gear bag over there."

Cody started stroking Kevin's cock while Todd rummaged through the gear.
Kevin's cock felt trapped, claustrophobic almost, and Cody was just teasing
at it, stroking it lightly, rubbing his hand around the head.

"How about this?" Todd asked.

"Perfect."

Kevin felt Todd's considerable weight on the bed next to him, then he felt
that weight settle over his back. Todd was sitting on him, facing his ass.

Tied down as he was, Kevin couldn't even struggle. Todd's ass was crushing
his ribcage, so he couldn't really make much in the way of protest, either.
And his Master had started jacking him off faster.

Kevin heard Todd giggle.

Then he felt something against his ass. And whatever it was was vibrating.

Todd had the vibrator, and was going to play with him.

His Master was stroking Kevin's cock with both hands now, but with no
particular rhythm. He was just keeping it stretched out between Kevin's
legs, and keeping it hard. Which meant that his Master and his Master's
best friend were now face to face over Kevin's ass.

"So, were you gonna use lube on that?" Cody asked Todd.

Todd pulled the vibrator away from Kevin's ass. "Um, yeah," he said. "Wait.
He still needs lube? Haven't you broken him in yet?"

"You've got to do these things slowly," Cody said, and demonstrated by
stroking Kevin's cock with agonizing deliberation.

A newly lubed vibrator pushed into Kevin's ass. It was already set on high.

"He really squirms when I do that," Todd said. He shoved the vibrator into
Kevin's ass again, and Kevin bucked underneath him. "Huh. Fun."

"Hey, when I say `Now,'" Cody told Todd, "You take this and..."

There were hand gestures being made. Big hand gestures. Kevin was pretty
sure he wasn't going to like what was about to happen. He breathed in,
thinking he'd get his Master's reassuring scent, but instead he got a face
full of the stench of the brute who was perched on top of him. He'd
forgotten whose sneaker was strapped to his face.

His Master was artfully keeping Kevin hard, but not letting him get near
cumming. In the meantime, Todd was obviously bored, and he was shoving the
dildo in and out of Kevin idly, twisting it about.

"Hey, I wanna fuck him," Todd said.

"Yeah, sure, sometime." Cody stroked Kevin's cock hard and fast for a few
seconds.

"No, I mean like now." Todd pistoned the vibrator in and out of Kevin's ass
in rhythm with Cody. "I'm horny."

"Again? You just came like, half an hour ago."

"It's been a long dry spell," Todd said. "And you gotta admit, this ass
looks amazing."

Kevin felt Todd's beefy hand come down on his ass cheek, sending a crack
like a breaking board echoing off the walls.

"It is an amazing ass." Cody sped up his strokes on Kevin's cock. "Let's do
this, and maybe we'll spit roast him after."

"Okay, sure."

Todd was putting some effort into fucking Kevin's ass with the dildo, and
Kevin's Master was stroking with one hand while rubbing his cock head with
the other. Even in the incredibly uncomfortable position his cock was in,
Kevin could feel himself getting close to cumming.

His Master's strokes got firmer, harder. Uncomfortably hard. He was jacking
Kevin off with more force than Kevin would ever have used on himself. With
the position his cock was in, Kevin had gone from uncomfortable to being in
pain. But he was still close to cumming, getting even closer in fact.

And it didn't help that Todd had found his prostate and was using the
vibrator to punch it repeatedly.

As his orgasm approached, Kevin felt himself tensing up more and more. He
knew that as soon as he came, something bad was going to happen. He wasn't
trying to hold back, but he found himself just on the verge of cumming, and
he couldn't let go. He was hyperventilating under the weight of the big oaf
sitting on top of him. His Master was brutalizing his cock, which was
making Kevin crazy, but it wasn't enough to push him over the edge with his
cock in its current predicament.

"Now," Cody said.

Kevin felt Todd move on top of him, felt something about to happen, and
then there was an impact on his ass that left Kevin completely breathless.
Todd had found a use for his other sneaker. He was beating Kevin's ass with
it.

That, oddly, was enough to put Kevin over the edge. He started cumming.

Just after the first spurt, Cody clamped his hand around the base of
Kevin's cock, hard.

Kevin yowled into Todd's enormous sneaker. His Master was continuing to
maul his cock with his other hand, while keeping Kevin's cum pent up inside
him with the other. Todd was spanking away at his ass with a sneaker, while
keeping the vibrator lodged in Kevin's asshole. It was all so intense it
went beyond the boundaries of pleasure or pain, like when a sound is so
loud it stops being sound and starts being just static. Really loud static.

He tried to double over, but his limbs were bound, and there was a huge
teenager sitting on top of him. Kevin kicked his legs, pulled at his bonds
as the agony was prolonged forever, his pent up cum desperate to get out.
Kevin was spasming underneath Todd's weight, hyper-aware of the smell of
Todd's sneaker around him. Just as he thought some blood vessel in his
brain was about to give way, Kevin's Master let go of his cock.

The orgasm, if you could call it that, just stopped. Kevin collapsed limply
on the bed as the aftershocks shook his frame. He was somewhere between
being furious at his Master, being stunned that that experience had just
occurred, and being scared of what these guys were capable of doing to him.
And how far he would let them go.

"Can I fuck him now?" Todd sounded petulant.

"Yeah, I guess."

Kevin felt Cody get up off the bed, and heard the nightstand open.

"Shit, that's right, we're out of condoms."

"I got some in my bag," Todd said. He went out to the living room.

"Oh, yeah, and I want to lock you back in your cage before this," Cody
said, and smacked Kevin's ass. He closed the door behind him when he left.

"Jesus," Todd's voice came from the living room. "He takes a lot of abuse."

"Yeah, he's a good slave."

Kevin felt a wave of pride break over him.

"You're putting that on him? How much does he wear it?"

"Whenever he's not at work." Cody was in the kitchen, Kevin heard ice
falling into a glass. He breathed in the unfamiliar smell of Todd, and
wished for his Master.

Cody was back in the living room. His voice was quiet. "I'm ruining every
orgasm he can have outside the cage. And I'm letting him cum a lot when
he's in the cage."

"He can cum when he's in that?" Todd's voice had a sense of innocent wonder
to it.

"Kind of. It sort of..." There was a pause, and Todd laughed.

"I'm training him to get off on being locked up, and being allowed to smell
my feet," Cody said. "He's eating it up, man. It's like training Bertha."

"That dog loved you."

A series of realizations slammed into Kevin one by one as the guys
continued chatting about a dog. He tried to curl up into himself again, but
his arms and legs were still bound to the bed.

The feeling of safety that Kevin usually got from being tied up was gone.
Instead, he felt naked, vulnerable, and intensely stupid.

"Canada!" Kevin's voice cracked on the last syllable.

Cody was through the door in seconds, and was untying Kevin's arm. "What's
wrong?"

"Just get me out of this," Kevin said. He tried to keep his voice from
shaking.

Todd came in too, and tried to help untie Kevin's ankles.

"Get out," Kevin said. "I can get it from here. Give me a minute."

"I got this," Todd said, working on the knot.

"Todd, man, come on." Cody grabbed Todd and left Kevin to himself.

Kevin finished getting himself out of the ropes, trying not to listen to
his two teenage... what? Captors? Masters? Exploiters? Trainers? They were
talking in the living room, but their voices were too low to hear.

Unable to take any more of that, Kevin pulled on some clothes and left the
bedroom. Both Todd and his Master fell silent.

"You've been training me?" Kevin was trying not to yell.

"You heard that, huh?" Todd said.

"Look, it's not like that." Cody backed up and sat in the armchair. "These
are, they're your fantasies, right? Being controlled? Manipulated?"

"So you're doing this for me?"  Kevin gestured at the chip bags and beer
bottles on his couch and coffee table. "Eating my food? Living in my
apartment? Were you going to order me to let him live here too?"

Todd and Cody exchanged guilty looks.

"Jesus, I'm an idiot. What the fuck was I thinking?" Kevin shook his head.
"Did you hypnotize me? I thought you were just fucking around. You
hypnotized me?"

"He pulled that hypnosis bullshit on you too?" Todd asked.

"He did it to you too?" Kevin asked. His voice was starting to get a little
panicked.

"Yeah." Todd laughed. "It's how he got me to suck his cock for the first
time."

"Oh, you totally wanted to," Cody said.

Todd leaned back in the armchair. "Sure. That's why I faked being
hypnotized."

"Did you just go looking for a sucker on Craigslist you could mooch off
of?" Kevin sunk down onto the couch, trying not to think of all the times
he'd spent on his knees in front of it in the past couple of weeks.

"It's not like that," Cody said.

"It's kind of like that."

"Shut up, Todd. And stay shut up. Look, Kevin, please. Didn't you want
this? Isn't this something you dreamed about?"

"As a fantasy. A sometimes thing." Kevin realized he'd reverted to Sesame
Street terminology. "I told you I didn't want to be a slave all the time,
but here I am. And Todd's following your orders now? Are you building some
sort of slave army? Planning on taking over the world?"

Cody opened his mouth, then shut it again. He shot a warning look at Todd,
who continued to stay silent. Finally, Cody spoke.

"So what if I am?" His voice was slow, thoughtful. "You know what I'd do if
I took over the world? I'd make it safe for people to tell each other what
they really want, and to do it if it's not hurting anybody. I'd order my
army of slaves to find someone to love. I'd have a magnificent fucking
empire, is what I'd have."

"What the fuck." Todd couldn't help himself.

"You know hypnotizing people to do what you tell them to is wrong, right?"
Kevin asked.

"I don't have any idea how to hypnotize anyone, I told you. I read a book,
I fake it. I do stuff that sounds good."

"I need both of you to get out of my house." Kevin stood up, feeling
incredibly small. It was weird having clothes on in his apartment.

"Now?" Todd said. "You're going to-"

There was noise outside. People were in the hallway outside the apartment,
and they had radios. Todd, Kevin, and his Master stopped and stared at the
door.

There was a loud knock.

"Kevin Tang?" The voice had authority written all over it in a nicely
legible font. "This is the Sheriff's department. We had a report of a
domestic disturbance."

Kevin rolled his eyes at the other guys, and got up off the couch. "Just a
moment, Officer."

He had the door open and was opening his mouth to start his explanation
when he realized he was still wearing his collar.

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