In the Heat of the Dungeon - Samantha Cayto Page 0,16
His cock loved that idea way too much. This needed to be about Master Ford, not him. Whatever gratification he got had to be secondary to the effort to bring the man pleasure. It was the least he could do under the circumstances.
Anxious and excited, he turned his head to look at Master Ford, placing his other cheek on the thigh. The man’s hand stilled, then he flicked his gaze down at Cody. His expression was unreadable. He said nothing, however, when Cody tugged his leg to place his foot on the floor, neither did he resist. His stare didn’t waver as Cody ran his hand up the Master’s leg. He stopped right at the top of the thigh, where the thick, hard shaft of the Dom’s dick could be felt. Cody didn’t dare look the guy in the eye, focusing on a point in the middle of his face. He waited for a few seconds before he slid his thumb along the shaft.
Master Ford sucked in a hard breath. His nostrils flared and still, he said nothing, did nothing to indicate that Cody was being too audacious. He kept that free hand on Cody’s head, not restricting nor guiding his actions, merely staying with his every movement. Emboldened, Cody continued, clasping the hard length through the cloth while turning to kneel between the man’s legs. He concentrated on feeling the outline of the dick through the pants, using both hands to hold it almost in its entirety. It was so long that he needed them both. When he pressed with his thumbnail under the ridge of Master Ford’s cockhead, the man grunted, and the shaft jerked.
Cody licked his lips in concentration as he slid that same thumb under the shirt and hooked it into the waistband of the Dom’s sleep pants. He tugged the cloth down enough to free the glans. It was slick with pre-cum, glistening and waiting for his now-hungry mouth. It took all his fingers and a bit of help from Master Ford to slide the top of the pants past the man’s ass in order to expose the entire cock and the big, tight balls beneath it. Now that he could see the naked glory of the Dom, his visions of what the man had to offer paled in comparison to the reality. Cody’s breath stuttered out with the surge of need that rocketed through him. He couldn’t keep the mewling sound from escaping him as he wet his lips and leaned over Master Ford’s lap.
He started slowly with those balls, tracing his mouth over the rough, hairy sac, sucking gently as he went. Each touch caused Master Ford’s breath to hitch and his hold on Cody’s hair tightened. He reveled in the obvious effect he was having and felt encouraged to take full liberties. He lapped his way up the shaft, bathing the taut skin with his tongue, worshiping it like the amazing treat that it was. A salty tang hit his taste buds each time he hit the glans, testament to how much and how long the man had been aroused.
Because of me.
He loved the idea that he had the power to make such a strong man literally weep with desire. He wanted to taste as much as he could, licking around the ridge of the cockhead, tickling the bundle of nerves underneath it, before tracing the shaft back down to the balls. Any part deserted by his mouth was covered by his hands. He stroked and jerked and squeezed in concert with what he did with his lips and teeth and tongue. As big as the balls were, he nevertheless sucked as much of them as he could into his mouth. His reward was a loud groan and a hard tug on his hair. The sting of it made his eyes water, but that was fine with him. He liked pain, craved it. It was perverse by his family’s account, yet Master Gage had taught him that it was perfectly normal—his orientation—and in the right hands, a gift. Cody had no doubt that Master Ford would treat him accordingly.
He might have kept this up for a long time, except he sensed an urgency in the man he’d both captured and had captured him in return. Now, both of Master Ford’s feet were on the floor and his legs closed in to bracket Cody. It didn’t feel like a trap, and it didn’t matter if it was. Cody wanted to be contained. When