In the Heat of the Dungeon: Rules of Summer Page 6

  The power was a rush and it made him more determined to play this scene to Cody’s greatest benefit. It ended with the boy’s ass cherry-red and hot to the touch. As the Dom, Ford had to stay in the moment and know when it was time to stop. Deep as he was in subspace, Cody was too lost to make any rational decisions. Ford rubbed his hand over the skin, admiring his handiwork and enjoying the boneless way Cody lay draped over the bench. He’d accomplished what he’d intended, and it could end there, except that would be a job half-finished in his estimation. And given his years as a Dom, he had to trust his instincts as much as Cody seemed to.

  He stripped off his clothing as he went to put away the paddle and grab a condom and lube. Cody didn’t move a muscle, and there was little indication that he was aware of what Ford intended as he placed himself between the boy’s legs. Unbuckling the waist strap of the butt plug, he played with the bulbous part embedded in Cody’s red ass. Out a bit and back in again, he twisted it to stimulate the puckered ring gripping it and stroke the boy’s prostate. A pretty little groan told him he was having the right effect. When he tired of that foreplay, he pulled it out and let it hang down, replacing it with a couple of slicked fingers.

  He took his time with every move, manually fucking the tight channel to make sure it was prepped for his large dick. On the out-stroke, he crooked his fingers to scrape along the walnut-sized ridges that telegraphed the prostate. Cody moaned and clenched his hole. Ford kept at it for a few seconds more, stretching the hole into pliancy. There was plenty of opportunity for Cody to use his safeword. He didn’t, and given his prior consent, Ford didn’t expect him to.

  When Ford couldn’t wait any longer, he covered his aching cock and pressed the head against Cody’s hole. He waited a few seconds more, just to be sure, before slowly pushing it in. He was in no rush and reveled in the exquisite pleasure of each and every inch of his dick being encased in Cody’s velvety heat. Bottoming out, he rubbed his pelvis against the sub’s sore ass, enjoying the warmth against his own skin. Then he began to drill it with strokes that went farther and got faster with each pass. Soon, he was pounding into the boy with a ferocity that gave vent to how long it had been for him to fuck anyone, as well as how much he wanted to fuck this sub in particular. White marks popped up on the boy’s skin from the grip of Ford’s fingers as he used the sub’s slender hips for leverage. He gritted his teeth with the effort to repress the urge to come too quickly.

  Wanting more and sensing Cody needed it as well, he drove balls-deep inside the boy before bending over to unbuckle his wrists. Then wrapping his arm around the boy’s chest, he hauled Cody up against his own torso. Now, he could fuck him and have access to his nipples. He pinched and twisted one hard nub with thumb and forefinger while cupping his other hand around the sub’s throat. He held it there while he continued to drill that sweet ass, letting Cody know that he could still utter an objection even though breath play hadn’t been a hard limit for him. When again, none came, he put the slightest of pressure on the sub’s neck. Cody’s head dropped against Ford’s collarbone in obvious surrender, and that show of trust sent Ford flying—a hard, fast ride. He increased the pressure until the sub started to fight his hold from lack of oxygen. Cody clenched his hole right before Ford eased his grip.

  That was Ford’s undoing. He let out an unbridled roar as the orgasm ripped through him. His vision dimmed as if he were the one in a chokehold. The climax nearly made his knees buckle. He pinched Cody’s nipple while letting go of his neck entirely. The boy yipped with the pain, then slumped against him, his breaths coming out in harsh pants. As the orgasm receded and sanity returned, he held the boy tightly. Using a fistful of hair, he turned Cody’s head to dip down and kiss him. He’d intended to make it light, reassuring. Instead, he devoured that mouth, fucking him with his tongue because his dick was too spent.

  Eventually, he had to let them both up for air. He gave the sub a lazy smile. “I think we can both sleep now.”

  * * * *

  Cody woke to the pressure of something large stretching his hole. He smiled, knowing it was Master Ford. After the wonderful scene the Dom had led him through, he’d been carried into the man’s bed and tucked in beside him. Cody couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well. Far from resenting the sudden awakening, he pushed back to slide the dick in quicker. Ford groaned in his ear and reached around to clasp Cody’s cock. He’d forgotten that the Dom had liberated it before they’d fallen asleep. There’d been no orgasm for Cody, of course, but he hadn’t cared. The beating had left him limp and satiated. Knowing that he’d provided Master Ford with a willing vessel had been satisfaction enough.

  Now though, his dick was hard, and he feared he’d come from the first few tugs. Master Ford wisely didn’t allow that. He strangled Cody’s cock at its base at the moment when he was on the verge of losing it. Doms were so clever, always knowing a sub’s weaknesses before they did. With a strong leg flung over Cody’s to anchor him, Master Ford drilled his ass with long, steady strokes. Each pass of that thick shaft sent sparks of pleasure. Cody couldn’t help moaning and trying to impale his ass on the dick when it receded.

  “Steady, boy. I set the pace.” To emphasize the rebuke, Master Ford gripped Cody’s balls and tugged them down tautly.

  Cody cried out and turned to bite the pillow. He fisted his hand that lay on the bed while clenching the Dom’s steely arm with his other one. The pain spiked as the man increased the pressure. It felt like his balls were going to be ripped off. Tears leaked past his closed eyes and he panted with the effort to maintain control. His need to come intensified with the mild torture. And suddenly he lost it, his dick swelling and jerking as he came. He convulsed and made a mewling sound, disappointed in himself, but the Master merely chuckled, his breath tickling Cody’s ear. Then the man slammed his dick in so deep that Cody swore he could feel it punch against his abdomen. He tightened his hole to give Master Ford an extra boost.

  “Fuck yeah. That’s it, boy. Nice, tight hole, greedy for my dick.”

  At a loss for words, Cody could only keep spasming his hole to milk the cock and cling to the large hand that was now coated with his cum.

  It was over far too quickly, and he felt bereft when Master Ford pulled out. But the man took the time to turn him over and kiss him sweetly. Cody opened his eyes and stared at him. For once, he didn’t avert his gaze.

  “Thank you.”

  Master Ford’s expression softened. “For what?”

  “Everything.” He wanted to say more, yet failed to find the right words.

  “You never have to thank a Dom for taking care of you, Cody. It was entirely my pleasure and my honor.” He grimaced. “Now, it’s time to get up. Go take a shower while I fix breakfast.”

  “Oh, let me do that.”

  The man was already pulling away from him. “No, you’re my guest. I, ah, brought your backpack up. It’s on the chair in the corner over there. After we eat, I’ll take you to Gage.”

  Master Ford disappeared into the attached bathroom, giving Cody a fleeting view of his muscular ass and long, hard legs. The reminder of Cody’s Dom, though, colored whatever joy lingered over their fucking. Guilt swamped him. He hadn’t thought of Master Gage once since entering Master Ford’s dungeon during the night. He knew he should be excited at seeing him, but a feeling of dread fell over him.

  It didn’t abate as he showered and dressed in the one pair of jeans he possessed and the most modest tank top he had. He’d said terrible, accusatory things about Master Gage in a moment of vulnerable panic. Will Master Ford tell him? He wasn’t sure that would be such a bad thing. What he’d said had been true. Determined not to let his worries ruin what time he had left with someone as kind and giving as Master Ford, he went down to the kitchen with as much of a happy expression as he could muster. The sight of the man standing by the stove, cooking—for him—made both his heart and footstep stutter. He stood in the doorway and just looked, memorizing the way this Dom looked until
he turned and noticed him.

  With a brief smile, Master Ford gestured to the table. “Have a seat. It’s nearly ready.” He gave nothing away of what he was thinking or feeling, so Cody took his invitation as all he would get from the man at this point and did as he was told.

  Breakfast was delicious—eggs, bacon and toast, not the usual cold cereal available in Master Gage’s house. It seemed as if Master Ford were trying to make the morning special for him. Maybe that was all his imagination because there was a tension in the air and once they were sitting and eating, Master Ford appeared out of sorts, brooding and quiet.

  They drove to the hospital in silence. Although the day was already hot and humid, the air conditioning blasted blessed coolness. Yet, the man sitting beside him seemed to radiate a greater heat than the sun. His expression was stony, unreadable. With his backpack slung over his shoulder, Cody walked behind Master Ford as he led the way to Master Gage’s room. Cody had to take a deep breath for courage when he walked through the door.

  He nearly gasped at the sight of the rugged Dom he knew. The man was black and blue and wrapped like a mummy. The moment he saw Cody, though, his face morphed from a scowl to a bright smile.

  “There you are, boy! Come over here.”

  Cody’s feet obeyed before he could think twice about it. He stood at the side of the bed, fiddling with the strap against his shoulder. He stared at the tube stuck in his Dom’s arm.

  “Don’t worry about that,” Master Gage said. “I’m not nearly as injured as it looks. I might be getting out of here as early as tomorrow and because I don’t have a roommate, the nurse said you can probably stay here with me all night. No playing, of course.” He chuckled.

  Cody offered him a brief smile.

  “Are you okay, boy?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m sorry about leaving you like that. I had no idea I’d get in an accident, naturally. And with Ford stepping in, it all turned out all right.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Cody slid his gaze over to Master Ford.

  The man had one hand on the doorknob. “Yeah, everything was fine. Cody spent the night with me. He needed too much care for us to come visit last night, plus he didn’t have any food in the house or money to get some.” The censure in the man’s tone made Cody wince.

  The Master snorted. “Yeah, well, again, I didn’t expect the accident. Thanks for your help, buddy.”

  “It was pleasure to help the boy. Cody deserves the best a man can give him.”

  “Sure. I’ll show him how pleased I am when I’m better.”

  Master Ford’s mouth tightened. “I’ll see you around, Gage. Goodbye, Cody.” His voice gentled with that last statement.

  “Goodbye, Sir. Thank you. For everything,” he reiterated because there was so much more he wanted to say but didn’t dare.

  Then the man was gone, and Cody was left standing by his Master’s side and not knowing what to say.

  “Did you play out a scene with him?” The question, in a barking tone, didn’t startle or upset him as much as it would have a mere day ago.

  Cody looked his Dom in the eye. “Yes. I was shaken from being left alone, and Master Ford was kind enough to help me settle.”

  “I bet.” Master Gage glared. “He had your ass, too, didn’t he?”

  “Yes.” Cody didn’t drop his gaze or get defensive. He’d done nothing wrong.

  Master Gage was the first of them to break the stare. “Well, that’s okay. You were at his mercy. I forgive you.”

  “There’s nothing to forgive.” Cody didn’t know where this boldness was coming from, but he didn’t back down. “You left me there! In your dungeon, tied and alone. If you’d died, I would have too. Horribly.”

  For a few seconds, the Master looked sheepish. Then his expression hardened. “Don’t take that tone with me, boy. I’m your Master, and you don’t question what I do.”

  Cody tightened his grip on his shoulder strap. “I think that’s been the problem, Sir. No contract, no safeword. I want to be a man’s slave, but I also expect to be truly cared for and protected. You let your side of our bargain down when you left me alone.”

  The Master grimaced. “Well, if you don’t think I’m the right Master for you, you know what you can do.” He gestured toward the window. “The street is waiting if you want to go back to it. Or, do you think Ford will take you in?”

  Cody raised his chin. “I don’t know, and I don’t want to live on the street again, that’s for sure. But I’m not going to sell myself short, either. I deserve a Dom I can trust.”

  The Master didn’t say anything for long seconds. “Okay, boy. I get what you’re looking for. Now you have to decide if I’m the one who fits the bill. Heh? Stay or go. Your call, Cody.”

  * * * *

  Ford stumbled against the hood of his SUV, hissing at how hot the metal had become out in the sun in only a few minutes. His clothes already stuck to him with sweat, but that wasn’t only due to the weather. He’d been perspiring and practically shaking since leaving Cody with Gage. It had taken all his willpower not to simply grab the boy and haul him out. Wiping the moisture stinging his eyes, he told himself that none of it was tears. It was ridiculous to care about someone he barely knew. Less than twenty-four hours ago, Cody had been merely a pretty face in the crowd of BDSM friends and play partners. One scene and two fucks shouldn’t have this effect on him.

  He needed to get a grip. The sub was where he belonged. Gage would learn from this mistake and take better care of his boy in the future. He was a good man down deep—or so he thought. Except, he realized that in his determination to put distance between him and the boy, he’d forgotten to speak with Gage, Dom-to-Dom, about what had gone down last night. Damn, he’d left Cody alone to answer what Gage would undoubtedly ask him. There was no way he could leave the kid to face that kind of grilling and the consequences that might come from it.

  Idiot.

  Ford whirled around to go back into the hospital, and there walking toward him against the background of the shimmering heat of the morning, was Cody. His steps were slow, yet steady, and Ford mimicked the pace as he started forward to meet him. When only a few feet separated them, Cody uttered a cry. Dropping his pack, he raced to close the gap and launched himself into Ford’s arms.

  He caught his boy and hugged him tight. “Oh, baby. My sweet, darling boy.”

  Cody tucked his face into the crook of Ford’s neck and breathed out a sigh. “Will you have me, Master?”

  “Always and forever.” And as he stood under the blazing sun, hugging his sub to his heart, he could see their future—the collar, the ring and the family—and he knew the truth of his words.

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  The IED must have caused brain damage after all, Brent thought as he watched the twink on stage shake his adorable ass. It was the only explanation as to why he had agreed to join his friend Jack at a strip club. Christ, he had always avoided these places in the past. Who needed to pay to watch beautiful boys take off their clothes when it was available for free, plus a blow job, at any gay nightclub?

  “Those of us over thirty,” Jack had replied earlier in the evening when Brent had wondered out loud.

  He was almost right. Brent knew he was good-looking and kept himself in decent shape, too. He had to if he was going to keep up with the troops he embedded with. It was still easy enough to stroll into a club and get cruised by a few guys. Many of them were pretty young, though, and seemed to be getting younger every year. They had started calling him ‘Daddy’ and that was just creepy. Guys his age were either chasing the younger boys or were past going to clubs. They were home with their husbands, mowing their lawns and raising their kids. Even if he had wanted that kind of suburban bliss, his job as a war photographer made it impossible. His hectic and dangerous work schedule didn’t mesh with permanent and everyd
ay responsibilities.

  Which left him here, nursing a watered-down bourbon and trying to push back a budding headache. Since the IED had rung his bell months ago, he’d been getting them a lot. Even when they weren’t quite migraines, they still made him miserable. The full-blown migraines were hell. Fortunately those were getting fewer and farther between. He pulled out a couple of ibuprofen then slugged them back with a gulp of his drink and a wince.

  Jack frowned. “You okay?” he asked during a lull in the music as the on-stage dancer wiggled his ass through the back curtains.

  Brent forced a grin. It was nice to kick back and spend time with an old friend without worrying about bullets and bombs. “I’m fine, Mother.”

  “But you’re not enjoying yourself. Want to leave?”

  “I am enjoying myself,” he insisted. And he was, sort of. His dick was half hard. How could it not be given the amount of hot, young flesh parading in front of him? It would be nice if the music decibels were lowered a notch, that was all. It was going through his head like a spike. Jesus, when had he turned into a cranky old man?

  “Look, let’s stay for the next dancer and then we can go to this quiet little pub I know that serves real drinks,” his friend offered.

  His smile was more genuine this time. “Sounds good. I take it you like this boy coming up.”

  Jack’s face transformed into that of a hungry wolf. “Danny, and yeah, he’s something special. If I weren’t in an exclusive relationship, I’d scoop this boy up and tie him to my bed.”

  He laughed, understanding the impulse. He and Jack shared a kinky side, although never together. They were both tops and Doms, and neither of them were inclined to switch. Brent’s mirth died on a dime, however, as the curtain opened. He caught sight of a compact, lithe body before it became a blur of movement. The dancer executed a series of Olympic-worthy flips down the runway and finished with a twirl around the pole. He stopped upside down, and his eyes pinned Brent to his seat.