In the Heat of the Dungeon: Rules of Summer

by Samantha Cayto

  “I’m going to get you off that, but first you need some water. Keep your eyes closed. This sudden light must be painful after being in the dark for so many hours.”

  Cody nodded again, although his assent hadn’t been asked for and wouldn’t change the Dom’s course of action. He’d learned that lesson quickly. Doms did as they pleased, and it wasn’t his right to question them. A few seconds later, the rim of a bottle touched his lips.

  “Here you go. Take small sips.”

  Cody strove to obey, although Master Ford controlled how much water he took in anyway. The liquid washed down his dry throat, causing him to moan with relief. The bottle bobbled a bit, and the Dom made a gruff sound before helping Cody to drink more. It ended too soon. He strained to follow the container as it was moved away from him.

  “That’s enough for now. I’ll give you more soon, but I don’t want to shock your system, given how long you’ve been left without water.”

  “Yes, Master.” The words tumbled out his mouth before he could stop them. It had become an ingrained response in the few months that he’d lived with his Dom. Maybe it was the right one, he realized, just as suddenly. Perhaps Master Gage had tired of him and had passed him along to another. Is that even a thing? He didn’t know. This lifestyle was still too new to him.

  Master Ford chuckled. “I’m not your Master, boy, but I appreciate your obedience anyway.”

  The response sent a brief disappointment through him, which was stupid. He was happy being Master Gage’s sub. He wasn’t looking for a change. It wasn’t his call regardless. Was it?

  “I’m going to unbuckle your ankles first, then your wrists. Keep your legs and arms in place as best you can. Your muscles are going to be very sore, and any abrupt movement will be painful—and not in a good way,” he added with what sounded like a huff.

  Cody tried his best to obey, but once his arms were free, they fell automatically to his side. He cried out at the stabs of pain and pitched forward. Master Ford was there to catch him. Cody pressed against the man’s solid chest and worked to control his breathing. This was far worse than anything he’d experienced. It was no fun at all!

  Master Ford rubbed his large hands along Cody’s shoulders and upper arms. “Easy there, baby. I’ve got you. Just relax.” He kneaded the sore muscles as he spoke.

  Cody sighed at the blessed relief and did as he’d been told. It was easy to put his trust in this man. He leaned on Master Ford’s physical and mental strength, letting his fear go and concentrating on relaxing his body. After a little while, his world tipped as the Dom scooped him into his strong arms then deposited him on the narrow bed reserved for aftercare. The mattress dipped as the Dom sat beside him, continuing the massage.

  Forgetting the admonition to keep his eyes closed, he cracked them open to gaze at the man tending to him. Master Ford was as he remembered him—dark hair cut short, a beautifully chiseled face that was clean-shaven, unlike Master Gage, and with wide, muscular shoulders and arms. He was Cody’s fantasy man and even thinking of it felt like a betrayal of his Master, so he shut his eyes quickly again.

  “It’s okay for them to stay open. I was worried about the light hurting you, but I’m not ordering you to keep them closed.” Master Ford spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, none of the sharp commands a Dom usually used in a scene.

  Even with the permission, Cody didn’t open his eyes for long seconds. He lay there reveling in the pleasure of the attention. Slowly, the aches in his body diminished as Master Ford worked each part with slow, sure pressure. Cody was drenched in sweat that wasn’t drying much in the humid dungeon. It was the heat of Master Ford’s hands sliding over Cody’s skin that was wicking the moisture away. While, at the same time, the touch raised goosebumps and caused beads of moisture to pop up elsewhere. The pleasure of the massage made him moan again and his cock tried to rally against its confines. He’d become used to not be allowed to get hard, but this time, his dick’s restraints were particularly maddening. His patience was slipping, for some reason. He really was a bad sub if he stopped to think about it—which he didn’t dare. This was his dream, and if he was not good as someone’s boy, then what use was he at all?

  It hurt to dwell on his shortcomings or worry about his future, so he forced those thoughts down and concentrated on the pleasures he was permitted. The plug up his ass stretched him to the limit and when he squeezed it, a spark shot through him. It didn’t matter if his cock got any action. A good boy could learn to find his satisfaction in his boy-pussy. That’s what Master Gage had taught him.

  “Here… Have some more water.” The hands that had been working his muscles disappeared, only for one to return to lift his head by the back of his neck. “Drink.”

  Once again, Cody dutifully sipped water. This time, Master Ford gave him more. He sucked down as much as he was permitted, and when the bottle was taken away, he dared to open his eyes fully.

  Master Ford was still sitting beside him, staring at him with his handsome face full of compassion and reassurance. He’d never noticed before that the man’s irises were green. Of course, each time he’d been in his presence, he’d kept his gaze on the floor, as required by his Master.

  “How do you feel?” The Dom reached down to card away a few wet strands of hair that had flopped against Cody’s forehead. The touch was impersonal and yet oddly intimate at the same time.

  He licked his lips before answering. “Better, Sir. Thank you.”

  The Dom pulled away, although he stayed sitting. “That’s good. Can you feel all of your fingers and toes?” Cody tested them before nodding. “Okay. Does anything else feel numb or hurt?”

  My balls ache from my need to come. He didn’t say that, of course. That wasn’t what the man meant, and no one cared if a sub got a release or not. “No, Sir.”

  “Excellent. I know you’ve probably got questions. Now’s the time to ask them—or we can wait until you’re feeling better.”

  “I’m fine now, Sir,” he said before lowering his gaze. Staring at the man was both rude and uncomfortable. “And I only have one, actually.”

  “Go ahead.”

  Cody focused his attention on the middle of the Dom’s impressive chest. He almost didn’t want to ask anything. It was nice being here with this man taking care of him. It felt like betrayal for him not to press on the matter, however, so he posed the obvious question that a good sub would have. “Where’s my Master?”

  Chapter Two

  Reciting Gage’s situation in the simplest, most clinical terms was a godsend. It gave Ford a chance to bring himself under control and stop his hands from doing too much wandering. At some point in the last few minutes, ministering to Cody had teetered dangerously between helping and taking advantage of the circumstances. Damn, but the boy had soft skin, and the sweat coating it had made it that much more silky-slick. Ford could easily spend hours running his fingers over this boy, except he had no right to. This was a mission of mercy, not an opportunity, and talking about Gage’s condition was an excellent reminder of that fact.

  “So, the bottom line is,” he said, “Gage will be fine, but he’s going to be in the hospital for the next few days.”

  Cody’s eyes went wide as he stared at Ford’s chest. Then he gnawed at his lower lip, which caused Ford’s own gaze to focus there. Such a luscious-looking mouth. He could easily picture it stretched wide over his cock as it took the shaft all the way into his throat… Nope, shut it down!

  “It’s okay to ask questions.” He took a swig from the water bottle, frowning at the warmth of it. God, Gage didn’t even have a fridge down here. Ford’s clothing was now completely plastered against his skin. He was dying for a shower when this was all over, although that thought led to his wondering exactly when that would be. Cody had practically melted into the mattress, the sheet wet with the kid’s sweat. He needed a good scrubbing, too.

  Hey now.

  Stop it!

  “Cody?” He pressed when the boy said nothing.r />
  The sub’s gaze flicked up a moment. “Um-m, what am I supposed to do while he’s there?”

  Ford shrugged, uncertain of what the boy meant. “Well, I’m sure he’d like for you to visit him.” Although as he said the words, he realized he knew nothing of the sort. Gage was a proud man, a proud Dom, and maybe he didn’t want his sub seeing him in such a vulnerable state. It would be a stupid thing to worry about in Ford’s estimation, but Gage saw things differently. Always had.

  “You’ll take me there?”

  That question caught him by surprise. Really, all he’d signed up for was the current aftercare. Having no particular plans for the evening, though, there was no reason he couldn’t give the kid a lift to the hospital. “Sure. Once you’ve showered and had something to eat, I can run you over.”

  Cody looked concerned. “Did you bring food for me to cook, Sir?”

  Ford was once again out of his depth with that one. “I’m sorry, no. Why? Isn’t there something you can grab here?”

  Cody shook his head. “No, Sir. Master Gage was going to pick up dinner to tide us over until shopping tomorrow.” He frowned. “Maybe there’s some peanut butter. But there’s no bread.”

  What the fuck? Okay, this was getting stranger and distracting him from the immediate task of caring for this sub. “Let’s put that aside for now. How are you feeling?”

  “Fine, Sir.”

  Ford knew a lie when he heard one. Undoubtedly the kid’s muscles were still sore, and his cock was confined by a plastic cage. The thing was cloudy with moisture. And Ford’s melting brain suddenly remembered that he’d felt a plug against the boy’s ass when he’d picked him up. Holding it in had to be adding to the sub’s discomfort. Taking him by the shoulders, he gently rolled him onto his side, exposing that small, tight rump. A flesh-colored plastic base could be seen surrounding the puckered ring. By the way in which it stretched the boy’s hole to an almost obscene degree, Ford understood that Gage had shoved a dildo up his sub’s ass.

  He pushed at it with his thumb, eliciting a long, moan from the boy. “Time for this to come out.”

  Putting his hand on Cody’s hip to hold him in place, Ford worked the fingers of the other one to take hold of the dildo. He pulled it out—slowly, steadily—ostensibly to make it easier on the boy. Yet, there was no denying that he enjoyed the sight of how the boy’s hole grasped the length of rubber as it came out of his body. Whatever lube Gage had slathered on the toy, it had long been absorbed into the tissues of Cody’s ass. The surface of the dildo tugged the pink flesh of Cody’s channel. The boy moaned even more loudly and tried to push back, as if his ass wanted to chase that long, thick dildo and reclaim it. As tempting as the idea was, Ford pressed down to keep Cody from moving. The kid had been ridden hard enough for one day.

  As the head of the dildo popped free, Cody’s hole remained wide and loose for a few seconds, winking at Ford as it adjusted to its new emptiness. Ford’s dick jerked with his sudden desire to replace the rubber toy with his cock. He knew that as big as the thing had been, his dick was thicker. Cody’s ass would still encase it in tight, wet heat if he gave in to the urge. All he had to do was ask, and he was willing to bet that the vulnerable boy would agree to anything he wanted.

  Which was exactly why he wouldn’t. He was not a predator.

  A short whimper told him that the sub was having a tough time still with everything. He’d had too much confinement and time to get lost inside his own head, and in a bad way. The joy of subspace would have been replaced by confusion, and even fear, hours ago. Add the shock of Gage’s condition and the undoubted unease of being cared for by a stranger, and it was surprising that the kid wasn’t freaking out entirely. He kneaded Cody’s hip to offer what comfort he could, while looking around for a place to put the dildo. There was no sink, but a washbasin was nearby. He tossed the toy in with a three-point shot before turning his attention back to the sub.

  A tremor ran through the boy’s body and a line of sweat trickled down his slender back to rest against the dimple right above his pert ass. It took all of Ford’s willpower not to trace that wet line with his finger—or his tongue. Instead, he rolled Cody onto his back then helped clear his face of the damp hair again clinging to it.

  “Easy, baby. You’re doing fine. Good boy,” he added, because he sensed that the sub needed more affirmation.

  Cody’s lips quivered and he clenched the sheet beneath him. Ford was about to ask him what was hurting him until his gaze landed on the boy’s cock cage. The whole area was soaking wet, Cody’s light, short pubic hair shiny with sweat. Knowing that the situation had become unhygienic, he reached for the lock. Another shiver racked Cody, but he stayed quiet and complacent. There was no budging the thing, not that he’d expected anything different.

  “Where’s the key to this?”

  “M-master wears it on a chain around his neck,” came the soft reply.

  Ford closed his eyes briefly. “Of course, he does.” And he and Gage had been so consumed with the immediate need of freeing Cody, the key hadn’t occurred to either of them. “Well, there’s nothing for it.”

  Ford rose from the side of the bed and went to peruse Gage’s collection of sharps. A small knife looked promising, so he brought it back and sat again. “I promise I won’t hurt you with this,” he said before using it to force the lock open.

  Being a cheap restraint, it gave way easily. The moment Ford removed the plastic cage, Cody’s small, thin dick sprang to life. What it lacked in size, it made up for in delicate beauty. And score… The kid was uncut. Not even Ford could offer that rarity for his play partners. The reddened shaft stood straight and hard, the wet head peeking out from the stretched foreskin.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” Cody sniffed in a quiet voice. “I can’t help it.”

  “It’s all right, baby.” Ford ran his palm along the side of Cody’s face, sliding his thumb across the boy’s lips. “No one has that much control over himself. And you’ve had that giant dildo up your ass for hours. It’s no wonder your poor cock needs attention.”

  He made up his mind about what to do in the space of one second and another. With his hand cupping Cody’s jaw, he clasped the boy’s dick with his other one. It jerked at his touch. The shaft was hot and pulsing with eagerness. The sub’s smooth balls were tucked snuggly against his body, undoubtedly aching with the need to empty. Ford wondered how long it had been since the boy had been permitted any release. He soon found out. A few tugs and Cody arched against his hold while cum pulsed out of his dick to coat Ford’s hand. It was over so quickly that it left Ford wondering if it had happened at all, except his fingers dripped with a stickiness that reminded him of how much they both really needed a shower.

  Ford reluctantly let go of Cody and, after wiping his hand on the sheet, bent to scoop Cody once more into his arms. The boneless boy didn’t so much as twitch. Instead, he curled into Ford’s embrace in a show of trust that was humbling.

  “Thank you for making me come, Sir.” The appreciation was said with such a sweetness that Ford instinctively held the boy tighter.

  “Let’s get you washed,” was all he could say as he carried the sub out of the basement.

  The main floor hadn’t gotten any cooler and the heat and humidity struck Ford like a slap in the face. He wasted no time in making his way to Gage’s bedroom. The place was neat as a pin, which had to be Cody’s doing. Gage was a total slob. The old bathroom held a narrow shower stall. Ford eyed the thing before putting Cody down on the toilet seat.

  “Are you steady enough to sit unaided?” he asked, bringing his face close to the boy’s. The kid was funky from the heat and the orgasm, but it was the kind of musky scent that revved Ford’s cock. He knew he was even riper, and if they were in the middle of a scene, he would have used that as a form of dominance over his sub. But Cody wasn’t his boy and it was well past dinner time. He needed to get the boy clean then feed him before taking him to see Gage.

  Ford hovered
for a few seconds to make sure the kid wasn’t going to keel over before going to turn on the shower. He set the water to a warm temperature, then went to fetch Cody. The boy looked at him with wide eyes, yet said nothing when Ford hauled him to his feet and ushered him into the stall. There was no room for them both. That would have been true even if Ford had been a smaller guy. It was hard to imagine that Gage had enjoyed many playful showers with his sub without banging the hell out of his shoulders—not that it was in the least relevant, because there was no way Ford was going to strip out of his sweaty clothing to help Cody. With the rod he was currently throwing in his shorts, any big reveal would undoubtedly give the sub the wrong message. Besides, he didn’t have anything clean to put on afterward. His shower would have to wait.

  In the end, he got the worst of everything, because Cody wasn’t steady enough to wash himself. So Ford stood outside the stall, leaning in to keep the boy upright while he used his free hand to scrub him clean as fast as possible. It reminded him of how he’d washed his childhood dog in the tub. The only difference being that Sadie had fought him every step of the way and made sure to soak him in retaliation. Cody was compliant, staying in any position Ford put him in, passively allowing his hair and body to be soaped and rinsed.

  It would have been not only quick but clinical, if not for the almost instant hard-on that the boy’s cock achieved. That was even before Ford reached the crotch area. And when he turned Cody to clean his ass and hole, things ended in a predictable fashion. The second Ford inserted one finger to swirl away any remaining lube, Cody gasped and jerked forward. He might have banged his forehead against the tile but for Ford’s grasp. As it was, Ford had to rewash certain front parts again. Really, it was his own fault. He should have anticipated the reaction and started with the back first.