In the Heat of the Dungeon - Samantha Cayto Page 0,7
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.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Once again, Cody was contrite over what he likely saw as failure. Worse, he kind of hunched in on himself as if he expected a physical rebuke.
That reaction made Ford mad. What the hell kind of training is Gage putting him through? “There’s no need to apologize. I promise you’re doing nothing wrong. Come on now. Let’s get you out and dressed.”
Ford reversed his efforts, putting Cody back on the toilet while also drying him with the piss-poor towels Gage had. Ford rubbed the boy down like he would have Sadie, and that comparison was really not helping. As far as Ford was concerned, his dog had been a beautiful creature inside and out and deserving of Ford’s care and protection. It wouldn’t do to think of Cody in those terms. He was not Ford’s boy.
When he deemed Cody sufficiently dry—and knowing that the heat would only allow that condition to last for so long—he hustled the boy into the bedroom. The sub seemed pretty steady, which meant that