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Caring for Cody

Chapter One

Uhh… 3493 plus 2943 is… mmhhh… carry th… uh… one…

Cody sat by his desk, mindlessly working on a small worksheet in front of him. Lodged inside his right hand was a long, yellow wooden stick used for writing. Lodged inside his anus was a long, plastic pulsating stick used for something else.

It was very hard for the boy to concentrate on math.

But this wasn't his main complaint. The major problem was that school hadn't even started, and yet somehow he was stuck inside doing arithmetic.

Although it's not like I know anyone here to play with, thought Cody.

Cody's recent relocation from the Jersey County Home for Orphaned Youth to his current lodgings was in part a result of an unfortunate youth. Having been raised in a state-regulated Home, he had grown up without much mention of family, just like the other orphans with whom he kept company.

But by some strange twist of fate and under-funding and legal maneuvering, the Jersey Home managed to find someone who was fortunately both willing and legally capable of retaining custody of the eleven-year-old Cody.

Cody was more upset that he had to leave his friends than he was happy that he would get a new life, but that did not stop the retired child caretaker, Jacqueline Stallbaumer, from filing the adoption papers. The Jersey Home was confident that the boy would be in good hands.

Cody shared the government agency's trust in Ms. Stallbaumer, who he understood to have kindly taken it upon herself to help Cody deal with his now apparently unkempt development.

Thank goodness Ms. Stallbaumer is here to help me, thought Cody. Otherwise I would really be embarrassing myself whenever I went out.

Still…I hope math at school isn't this hard, he thought, or else I'd… Uhh…

6435… ohh… mmhh…

Yesterday

DING-DONG!!

Jacqueline Stallbaumer hurried down the stairs of her summer home, heading towards the door to greet her new arrival.

Jacqueline opened the door, and she was soon greeted with sight of a beautiful youth looking up at her. The first thing she noticed was his set of big blue eyes, looking naively up at her.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Cody. Are you Ms. Stallbaumer?"

"Yes I am," she replied. "I will be retaining custody of you."

Upon hearing this, the boy turned his head and grinned towards the suited man walking up behind him, who Jacqueline assumed to be the Child Welfare representative.

While the representative laid out the necessary documents, the former teacher watched the boy in front of her look around in awe at her home, which she had recently purchased.

But while Jacqueline paid little attention to the house, with which she was very familiar, she did notice that the back of his t-shirt would get frequently get caught on his cute bubble-shaped butt. Oh my, she thought. Looks like this will be fun.

After filling out all of the necessary papers, Ms. Stallbaumer escorted the representative towards the exit, her mind swimming with ideas. Quite frankly, Jacqueline was slightly aroused by the concept of being utterly in charge of the youth, alone, for such long periods of time.

Later

"Cody, soon we'll have to begin a curriculum," said Ms. Stallbaumer. "I've decided that I should see to your effective education."

He's obviously not happy, thought the woman as she witnessed a poorly masked frown begin to form on the young face. Still, I'm not going to just let him sit around doing nothing. Or rather, let him sit around with nothing doing him…

"Mostly math, the humanities, literature, and other things like that, to supplement the education you'll be getting at the public school. We'll be starting on work tomorrow. But before we start, let's get you washed and ready for bed," said Ms. Stallbaumer.

It was almost as if she could see his dignity recoil in shock.

"I know how to wash myself!"

"Perhaps you think you can," snapped the former tutor, "but I'm paid to make sure you do it properly."

Cody's protest was to no avail. Shooting him a firm look, the boy had little choice but to acquiesce to the older woman as she led him into the bathroom.

"Strip," she said. "Don't be shy, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Except putting such a beautiful body like that to waste, thought the woman, as she saw the reluctant boy reveal his cute but and slightly hardening penis, trying to cover himself and retain his modesty. She pushed his wrists aside, and watched as his small, uncircumcised member begin to grow.

But of course, she had a sense of restraint, and led the naked youth into the shower stall, watching as the water poured over his small body, some of it flowing off of his stiffening member to form a miniature fountain. Jacqueline Stallbaumer rubbed her soaped hands over the boy's body, watching with satisfaction as he would react as she grazed his nipples and caress his body's erogenous zones, all the while making a mental note that this was a particularly sensitive boy.

"Spread your legs," said Jacqueline, as she watched him squat over to give her hands full access to his body's most private regions.

She caressed his soft bottom, kneading it and parting the firm bubble-form globes to rub her middle finger discreetly against his sphincter.

For a moment, Jacqueline Stallbaumer eyed the boy, watching him react, his feet slowly twisting as he fought the futile urge to seek relief.

"I'm going to clean you inside, Cody. Do you normally do this?" she asked, grinning.

"Ah… N-no, miss."

Jacqueline reveled in his lack of breath, as it meant her ministrations were that much closer to fruition. "You should," she said, as she slid a soapy finger into his anus.

Cody gasped as the unexpected intrusion broke new ground, giving the wholly inexperienced youth a shock of sexual pleasure that marked the end of his chaste, sheltered lifestyle.

"This is necessary to make sure you're clean," said Ms. Stallbaumer, as she pulled out the finger only to add another going back in.

"You must do this regularly," she lied, adding a third finger and essentially fucking the boy, gliding in and out of his virgin hole, breaking new territory with every moan and gasp and buckling of the knees.

"In fact, I want you to do this every day," she said, now aiming for the prostate at each thrust. "Do you understand?"

"Augh… y-yes, ma'am," whispered the defeated boy, desperately fighting the new sensations that struck against his very core. "Th-thank you for… for teaching m-me… miss."

"You're welcome, Cody," she replied as she plunged the three fingers as far as they would go, each one wriggling and splaying independently inside the innocent flesh they violated, targeting his prostate, pushing the adorable youth over the edge of his bounds.

"AaaAAAHHNnnhhh!!"

The tutor smiled in satisfaction as she essentially sodomized the boy to his first orgasm, and what an orgasm it was. He buckled and moaned and screamed in pure unrestrained sexual glee, all the while the tormenting fingers never slowed or stopped their assault on his once-virgin rear. His penis, fully and intentionally ignored by the experienced woman, throbbed and twitched, yielding a few small droplets of ejaculate.

"Jesus Christ, Cody!" exclaimed Ms. Stallbaumer, feigning indignation. "I can't believe this! What do you have to say for yourself? This is not how you interact with other people!"

"Ohh… I-I'mm… mmmh… sorry," whimpered the poor boy, who struggled as Ms. Stallbaumer, even now, continued to fuck him.

"Sorry is right," she sighed. The boy's new guardian reached for her purse, and pulled out one of her finest vibrators, testing the buttons on its base and those on the remote she would keep on her person.

"It appears, Cody, that there is must that I must teach you."

Chapter Two

Oohhhh…

The once-celibate Cody laid his head on the table, trying to regain his breath after nearly climaxing from doing apparently nothing but trying to focus on math. How did that happen, wondered Cody. Ms. Stallbaumer is right, I do need her help.

"Cody!"

The boy jerked his head back up, startled by the sudden intrusion. Ms. Stallbaumer stood by the door, visibly upset that he was not working on arithmetics. She held a small remote in her hands, on which she pressed a button while walking towards him.

Cody gasped suddenly, as the rod still inside him suddenly buzzed back to life after just calming down.

"Cody, I'm disappointed that you can't seem to focus on your schoolwork," remarked the tutor as she pressed yet another button.

"Mmmmhh… I… tried," mewed the weakening Cody, as the assault in his pants made it so very difficult for him to maintain his composure.

"It looks like we need to have some more work done," said Ms. Stallbaumer as she mercifully turned off the remote. "I think a big part of it is the heat. Come on, Cody, I brought some new clothing for you to wear that will hopefully help you with that."

Cody didn't think there was anything wrong with what he was wearing, as he felt his T-shirt and modest cut-off jeans were quite comfortable. Although of course, Cody realized the beads of sweat around his brow was a sure sign that his clothes were too hot. What else could it be, Cody thought naively as he followed Ms. Stallbaumer into her room.

"I feel it may be necessary to deal with your problem in a more unique fashion," mused the teacher. "Yesterday, your response to a very normal cleaning treatment told me that you would have to make some adjustments, like the boys' tampon I told you to wear last night."

Cody nodded in agreement, and Jacqueline didn't know whether to laugh out loud or feel sorry for the inexperienced youth.

"So I felt it would be appropriate for you to begin wearing a summer uniform," continued the guardian. "Come on now, put this on."

Jacqueline Stallbaumer presided over the boy as he stripped off his clothing, first his shirt and then his shorts and briefs. The 'boys' tampon' in his butt began to slip out, and she chuckled as he winced sliding what was obviously a vibrator back into his rear.

Cody first put on the tight, bright orange rectangular briefs she had laid out for him on the bed. The front was composed of strong elastic that pushed his member tightly against his body, creating a visible outline of his erect penis. It was designed to continuously apply varying levels of pressure as he moved, thereby continuously keeping him aroused, although it would never alone grant him release.

The back had a seam running through the middle that firmly hugged the crease between his buttocks, serving several purposes. The first was obviously to keep his 'tampon' inside him throughout the day, and it would also give him a continuous wedgie to accentuate his bubble butt, but most importantly, the nubs along the inside of the seam would constantly push against the inside of his sensitive crease, causing him to fidget and in turn lead the front of the briefs to stimulate his penis.

The boy's first response was to try and fix the wedgie, but he stopped partly because Ms. Stallbaumer told him to, and partly because it was lodged too firmly between his cheeks. He gave up, and put on the white tank top on the bed. The tutor watched in satisfaction as he began to squirm; the inside of the tight-fitting shirt was intentionally rougher, and was intended to put friction on his sensitive nipples with the slightest movement.

Jacqueline watched the boy sit there in her ingeniously designed 'summer uniform', essentially a sex outfit that would work in tandem with his 'boys' tampon' to constantly keep him right at the edge.

"A final addition," remarked the tutor, as she pulled out of her purse a small leather collar, which she placed around his neck and firmly secured with a lock. "That will help repel bugs," she lied, as she went back to rummage through her purse.

Cody used the moment to walk over to the nearby mirror, and looked at himself. He noticed that his tampon was acting up again, but he thought back to what Ms. Stallbaumer told him yesterday after the shower, and ignored it. After all, it was only telling him that he had to keep it in longer. His eyes were drawn to his erection, fully accentuated by his bright orange briefs. It's a good thing Ms. Stallbaumer doesn't mind, he thought. Otherwise, this could be embarrassing.

Turning around, the youth looked over at his butt, which was also highlighted by his new uniform. He noticed the seam in the middle begin to quiver slightly as his tampon increased in intensity, and Cody began to lose his breath as it pulsed and buzzed against his prostate.

"…mmh… Miss Stallbaumer will… ohh… help…"

Cody turned around and began to walk towards his protector for aid. She's holding that remote again, he thought.

"P-please, M-miss… I-it's too much… oohhhhh…"

Cody's movements only worsened his situation, since his new uniform began to work on his body as it was designed, magnifying the intense assault inside him. The eleven-year-old boy neared the second orgasm of his life as he tried in desperation to seek counsel from his trusted guardian, who now held a digital camera in one hand and her remote in the other, the latter on which she was pressing furiously.

"Cody?"

"Y-y-yess…"

"Say cheese."

Chapter Three

"Cody?"

"Cody, wake up."

Lying on the floor was eleven-year-old Cody, who two days ago was his own person. Today, he laid on the floor with a vibrator humming in his ass, wearing an outfit designed for arousing him and those who saw him. And most importantly, locked around his neck was a dog collar, the text on the inner side reading: Property of Jacqueline Stallbaumer.

Cody woke up to see Ms. Stallbaumer standing over him with a noticeably disappointed expression.

"Can't you control yourself for one minute? Now come, I want to take you somewhere."

Cody got up, reaching behind him to check that his tampon was still inside of him (it was), and followed behind his teacher.

"Where are we going," asked the boy.

"Don't worry, you'll love it," she said. They walked out the back door, and Ms. Stallbaumer opened the door of her car to let him get in.

"Now Cody, it's very important that you put on this blindfold for the whole ride," she said. "And I'm going to have to secure your hands until you get there, for your own safety."

The young child looked on in confusion but nodded in agreement. Jacqueline was still amazed at how naïve this boy was, and quickly administered the blindfold and handcuffs.

Cody could hear the car start to roll down the driveway. His hands were a little inconvenient behind him, but he tried not to move too much considering the adverse effects it would induce from his clothing. After a few minutes, the car rolled to a stop and he could hear Ms. Stallbaumer get out of the car, talking with somebody outside.

"Cody, I'm going to have to ask you not to leave the car," said Ms. Stallbaumer. "I'll be back in a while with some groceries."

Before Cody could protest, the car door slammed and he was alone.

What am I going to do now? thought Cody, as he felt something warm brush against his leg.

Cody turned around to see what it was, but his blindfold made that impossible. He tried to wriggle out of his seat, but stopped when suddenly a large hand on his chest pushed against the seat.

"Don't shout," said the voice, which was deep and had a soothing tone.

Before he could completely wrap his head around the situation, Cody felt another hand rub softly against his stiff member, caressing it, eliciting a gasp and moan from the young victim.

"I bet you like this, huh," continued the voice. "I do too."

And with that, the hand pulled down Cody's new briefs, exposing his hard penis to the cool air. The shorts were left above his knees, and the stranger moved below to grasp the end of Cody's vibrator.

How did he know my tampon would be there, wondered Cody. But he had little time to think about it as the hand pumped it in and out of his rear, each push and pull rubbing the plastic contours of the 'tampon' against the child's inner flesh.

The young boy moaned as he felt a hot breath whisper into his ear, "I'm going to fuck you."

Fuck?

Cody had little time to comprehend as he felt the fake penis slide out of his ass, only to be quickly replaced by a real one: longer, fatter, and to Cody, burning hot as it slid into his bowels.

"Don't shout," the voice whispered again as another hand cupped his mouth. Cody felt a soft, wet tongue slither into his ear, causing him to shiver and moan deeply.

The penis inside Cody then began to piston in and out, rubbing furiously against his prostate and eliciting loud, anguished moans from the boy as he felt his ass taken by this unrelenting organ, thrusting in and out and in and out, never stopping, never resting, serving no apparent purpose but to melt the innocent youth from the inside out.

But suddenly, the fucking stopped, and the eleven-year-old boy instinctively cried out in protest.

"Say you want more," demanded the voice, as the phallus withdrew and rested at the tip of Cody's hole. "I want to hear you beg…."

Cody refused, for he was still a modest boy. "Only dogs beg," he whispered.

"Only dogs wear dog collars," retorted the voice. Cody despaired, as the hands began an endless circular movement over the boy's erect nipples, eliciting a long, anguished groan of lust.

"Beg me to fuck you," said the voice, as Cody saw stars when two thumbs pushed against his nipples, and brought him to the brink of orgasm, where they kept him until Cody's waning resolve was finally broken.

"P-please… ahh… fuck m-me," whispered the boy, who began to cry as the two thumbs continued their onslaught.

The stranger then began to fondle his member through the front of his shorts, but continued to hold the desperate, sobbing boy back as he began to suck on Cody's nipples.

"Please! Uuhhhh… Please I begged… I'm begging you… fuck me!"

The stranger complied, ramming the full length of his penis into the pleading youth, pulling all the way out and then ramming all the way in, each time with such power that it was only stopped by the boy's now reddening globes.

"AAAAAHHHH!!"

Cody's ass was pounded, violated brutally and unmercifully, and the person responsible would only do so if he begged, which Cody did. With each thrust the once innocent youth begged the man to fuck him, afraid that if he didn't beg, the sodomy would stop. But it did, pausing each time right before Cody would be about to release. The torture Cody never stopped begging, but the man only taunted him at the edge until the sobbing, shattered boy fell slowly out of consciousness.

Chapter Four

Jacqueline Stallbaumer smiled as she held the shaking boy in her arms, broken. Matthew can go quite far sometimes, she thought. Although it was quite a show watching them through the windshield.

She picked up the forgotten vibrator and re-inserted it into his ravaged bum, grinning as she made sure it sealed inside the quantities of sperm that began to leak away.

***

Cody woke up to the sound of a familiar vibrator buzzing away in his ass.

What happened, he thought, as he opened his eyes. Of course, the blindfold was there, so he failed to see anything.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," said Ms. Stallbaumer.

Was that all just a dream? He felt himself being carried up some steps and through a door, and wondered where he was.

Jacqueline removed his blindfold, and Cody looked around to see himself inside a large, beautiful mansion.

"Now Cody," she said. "This is my estate. It's been in my family for generations. If you really want to live here with me, you must promise to always do as I say. Do you promise?"

Cody looked back at her with those big blue eyes, and said, "I promise."

"Good. I want you to meet someone," she said as she gestured towards a tall, well-built boy about thirteen years of age. "This is my son, Mark. He's going to show you around the house and give you your new clothing."

The younger boy didn't know Ms. Stallbaumer had a son, but he didn't interrupt her as she took out a leash and attached it to the lock at the front of the collar she gave him earlier. She handed the other end to Mark, who wrapped the Velcro strap onto his forearm. "This is so you won't get lost here. Do everything he says, Cody. Mark, take him to the changing room."

The older boy nodded, and used the leash to lead Cody along the way. Cody observed that Mark wore clothing similar to his own, although without a collar, and the front of the older boy's was designed more like that of a pair of tighty-whities in that you could make an opening for your penis. Like Cody, Mark was sporting an erection, although much larger, easily reaching eight or nine inches [20-23 cm] in length, and the younger boy admired how it even extended proudly over the front of his shorts. As they entered the room, the younger boy noticed a pair of bright pink shorts lying on the table.

"Change into that," said Mark, ignoring the look of disdain that the pink color drew from the boy. "And you won't have to wear your… er… tampon anymore either."

Thank goodness, Cody thought, as he removed his shorts and let the vibrator slide out and fall on the floor. But as soon it did, Mark tugged on his leash.

"You see that white stuff?"

Cody nodded.

"Push it back in with your vibrator and don't let it leak out."

"Why?" Cody asked.

"Because I said so."

So Cody did as he said, considering Ms. Stallbaumer told him to obey the older boy. I wonder how that stuff got there, he wondered.

But with that taken care of, he turned to put on his new shorts. The only notable difference is that although there was a seam that still penetrated his crack, there was a metal ring about one to two inches in diameter that rested tightly against his hole. There was no fabric between it, and it would effectively leave his anus exposed whenever he bent over or parted his cheeks.

Cody tested his new shorts, accommodating the new ring. It's easier to move around without my tampon, thought Cody. Although I still wonder what that ring is for… maybe when I have to go to the bathroom?

Seeing that Cody was done changing, the older boy walked over and led him to the middle of the room.

"Close your eyes," ordered Mark, and Cody complied. Standing behind him, thirteen-year-old pressed his body against Cody's back, grinding his large erection against the younger boy's buttocks. Cody moaned as his new friend wrapped one arm around his stomach and reached with the other arm to gently fondle him through his new shorts.

As Cody swooned under the new ministrations, Jacqueline Stallbaumer walked into the room, chuckling as she saw the adorable youth gasp and squeak in the older boy's embrace.

"How do you like your new shorts," asked Mrs. Stallbaumer.

Cody only whimpered in acknowledgement as Mark's long fingers suddenly began to piston in and out of his hole, the other hand focusing on the child's sensitive nipples.

"Mark, make sure Cody gets down to he dining room in time for lunch. I want to show him his new seat," concluded the woman as she left the room.

However, the child heard little of what she said as Mark's hot breath beating down the side of his neck threw the poor boy in and out of coherent thought. But just as soon as the new feelings began, they stopped as the older boy withdrew his fingers. Cody moaned in lust, having just been about to climax under his new friend's expert movements. As the younger boy opened his mouth, Mark dipped in his fingers to let Cody lick off the curious white goo that still seeped from his rear.

As Cody's sexual buildup slowly waned, Mark walked away from the boy and went over to the nearby desk, pulling out two small semi-spheres. He checked the internal battery resting between them, making sure it would last the week, and clicked the two halves together. They came to life with a soft hum, vibrating almost indiscernibly and pulsing every few seconds. Mark walked back over to the dazed, staggering boy still recovering in the middle of the room. He painfully pinched Cody's shoulder, distracting the youth as Mark discreetly slipped the vibrating ball through the ring and into his rear.

Mark smiled. Not only did the toy serve to plug in the sperm in the lad's bum, Cody was probably not even aware of the object buzzing joyously inside his rear as he assuaged his stinging shoulder.

"Sorry about that, kid, but you were a little out of it," said the older boy. "Come on, let's go get dinner."

Chapter Five

Cody followed behind Mark towards the dining room.

Uhh… what's wrong with me, he thought. I can't help but have these… mmh… feelings.

Hunhh… even now, it's like my butt is still being… ohh…

Of course, Cody didn't know that his butt WAS being manipulated, although admittedly not by a person. Instead, lodged inside the boy's anus was a small round machine designed to keep him at a mind-wracking simmer. And machines rarely fail, much to the panting Cody's delight and dismay.

"We're here," called out the older boy.

"Good, good," replied Ms. Stallbaumer, who headed towards the two from across the room. "Now Cody, I've prepared a special chair for you. Mark, you can sit right next to him. Come, come, sit, Cody." The older woman gestured towards the 'special chair' she had prepared for him, and Cody walked over to it.

The chair looked mostly normal, with a wooden structure and soft frilled cushions to sit and lean on. However, the reason this chair was special was the additional wooden structure for the young boy to sit on. Cody looked curiously at the smooth, polished rod that jutted straight out from where his cute bum would normally rest. He examined the various soft, wavy curves and abstract ridges adorning the length of the rod, which ended at a shiny, rounded bulbous helmet-shaped knob at the top. It looks like a dick, mused Cody. But I probably shouldn't say that out loud.

"What's this for," he asked instead. Mark giggled beside him, but quickly stopped when Ms. Stallbaumer shot him a stern look.

"This is to help keep you from sliding off of the cushion," she lied. "I've noticed that you rarely keep your back straight when you eat, so I thought this would help you learn some manners."

"Thank you miss," Cody said sweetly.

"You're welcome," she replied.

Mark tugged on the leash. "Sit," he ordered, and Cody began to comply. The older boy was beginning to grow into his new position, and enjoyed having complete authority over his submissive little friend, whom Mark found to be extremely cute in the sexual frustration at which he was ordered to keep him.

Meanwhile, Cody was struggling as the nine-inch [23 cm] protrusion his guardian had thoughtfully added to the chair unfortunately made it somewhat difficult to sit down properly. Still… uungh… that white stuff from before makes sitting on it a lot easier, thought Cody. Facing the back of the chair with his feet on the seat cushion, he fitted his anus over the wooden protrusion. He began to slowly lower himself onto the rod, which fit just perfectly through the metal ring behind him and slid slowly into his ass, eliciting a slow, pleasured groan.

Mark watched as his new little friend struggled to accommodate his new seat, the rod undoubtedly pushing deeper the vibrating ball he had inserted earlier. However, he began to grow impatient with the younger boy as he took his time, and used his hands to push out Cody's little feet from underneath him and causing the remaining five inches [13 cm] off carefully designed wooden glory to jut suddenly into his ass.

"Aaaannhhh!"

"Oh suck it up," replied Mark who used his hands to pick up Cody like a baby, sliding the rod fully out of his ass, turning him to face forwards, and then quickly pushing the youth back down to revel in the breathless look on his face. "Now you're on properly," said Mark as he sat down on the chair beside him.

Cody squirmed in his seat, as the wooden rod's polished, precision-placed bumps and ridges and curves ravaged him with each movement, and each squirm inducing further stimulation from his special 'summer outfit'.

As the younger boy mewed and wriggled his hips and twisted his feet, the table was set and prepared, with several servants exchanging glances while watching the eleven-year-old-boy try to readjust himself in vain.

Jacqueline Stallbaumer, sitting across from the table from the boy, smiled as Cody squeaked in pleasure while all the while trying to hide his compromised state. The wooden protrusion was undoubtedly capitalizing upon its highly scientific design. With each movement, Cody would cause the most vulnerable areas of his young inner flesh to rub unmercifully against the wooden pole's lab-tested textures. Each instinctive attempt to contract his internal muscles or push it out would only magnify tenfold the boy's sexual pleasure. But however intense the effects may be sitting still, the similarly calculated waves and curves would ensure that vertical movement would yield even more profound results. Time to get the ball rolling, she thought.

"Cody, come over here to get some utensils so you can eat."

Cody looked down in front of him and saw a plate of sausages in front of him. They were steaming hot and looked quite delicious to the boy, who was quite famished from the day's activities. However, Cody realized it would be difficult to get up, since his toes just barely touched the ground, and the front of the chair did not give him enough room to use his feet as leverage. Embarrassed, Cody turned to Mark.

"Ohh… M-Mark… uh… s-sir," panted the naïve Cody. "Can you… uhh… help me get off?"

Mark smiled, looking at the young boy. Cody did not realize the vulgarity of his question, although it did not matter since Mark would not have obliged it anyhow; Cody not to be granted the luxury of orgasm, only the cruel, perpetual taunt of its arrival. Still, the older boy delighted in the opportunity. He walked over to the waiting youth, putting one arm underneath his knees and the other around his back, as he did before, and slowly lifted Cody up the rod, letting the young boy's anus get fully acquainted with each well-placed bump and ridge that passed. When finally moving over the larger bulge at the top however, Cody tossed his head back and let out a childish squeal, upon which Mark let go of the boy to suddenly impale him again on the wooden phallus.

"Ohhhhh!!"

"Don't make such a big fuss over this, or I can't lift you up properly," reprimanded a grinning Mark. Cody, eyes closed and mouth hanging open, only squeaked pathetically in response.

As Cody mewed in his arms, Mark took a different approach, this time suddenly lifting the boy completely off of the protrusion. The older boy did this to much effect; the sudden unexpected exodus of the entirety of the long, curved shaft produced a wave of sexual pleasure as great as, if not greater than, his previous sudden impalement. As Cody crumpled in his arms, Mark carried him over to the designated area, gently letting the weakening boy down.

"Honest to God," cried Ms. Stallbaumer. "If you actually have such little energy that you have to be carried, I feel it may be best that he even feed you, just in case you have any problems doing that!"

Cody blushed furiously. He admired the older boy, even though he had just met him, and felt utterly ashamed by how the thirteen-year-old must see him.

Mark, however, was overjoyed at having been unofficially delegated another branch of managerial power: Cody's diet. He led Cody back to his seat, and watched in amusement as the boy once again tried to lower himself slowly onto his seat's protrusion. Of course, that would have been no fun, and Mark swiftly rammed the boy down onto the cushion.

This, however, was too much for Cody's ravaged bum to handle, as an orgasm began to crash through him. In conjunction with the never-ending vibration that seemed to magically emanate from his rear, the sheer magnitude and force of the impalement pushed him soaring over the brink of orgasm.

But alas, the experienced Mark had seen this coming and would definitely not tolerate it; swiftly and with surgical precision, he reached into the boy's compact shorts and tightly grasped the base of Cody's erection the exact moment before release, making it impossible for the ejaculate to travel the four-inch [10 cm] length of Cody's penis. Cody's long awaited orgasm was effectively put to a screeching halt by the timely movements of his tormentor.

"AAaaaUUHHUuhHH!!!"

The desperately horny young boy let out a sob of unbelievable sexual frustration, the explosive release of an entire day's orgasmic buildup unmercifully and expertly suppressed once again. Even over the edge, Cody's body was still under the complete and utter control of the tall, sandy-haired boy only two years his senior.

Jacqueline looked on impressed as Mark released Cody's shaft and tucked it back under the tight elastic front of his shorts. I thought he made a slip when Cody began to come, she thought, but it is now evident that our friend here is in full control. With tricks like that up his sleeve, the woman could only imagine the enormous potential for sexual buildup to which her son would be able to subject Cody.

Having finished her meal, Ms. Stallbaumer began to make her leave, watching contently as Mark dangled the weak and loudly panting Cody's food above his lips, forcing the boy's ass to slide up and down the cherry-red shaft with each exhausting attempt to eat.

Chapter Six

"OHHHhhhhnnnnn… huhhhh…"

Mark let go of Cody's erection after having suppressed the younger boy's orgasm for the eighth time while feeding him. He smiled as he could see the enormous stain of pre-cum marring the elastic front of the boy's pale pink shorts. Mark wiped his hand on his napkin and declared Cody's meal over, advancing closer to him to lift him over the protrusion in his seat.

After once again having been lifted off of the chair, Cody began to turn away when he was stopped by a hearty tug on the leash. "Clean up after yourself," reminded the older boy as he gestured towards the cherry-red rod extending from the cushion. Cody noticed that in addition to its layer of wood finishing, there was a lustrous, pale-white coat of liquid surrounding it. The young boy reached for his napkin, but Mark stopped him, saying, "Don't waste paper. Lick it clean." Cody's expression was quite scandalized, but the older boy quickly reminded him who was boss by giving him a stinging full-blown slap on his rear that reverberated through the halls.

"Ooooowwwww!!"

Defeated, the young boy turned towards the wooden rod that had only minutes ago been firmly within his ass and tentatively licked it with his tongue. The layer of film around the pole had a salty, distinct tang that stayed within the boy's mouth. Extending the rest of his tongue, the boy began to circle the chair and make vertical licks along the length of the wooden shaft, swallowing the fluid coating with each lick. But as soon as Cody stopped, thinking he had done a fairly thorough job, Mark reminded him that the top remained unclean. The boy reached his head over the large knob atop the wooden protrusion and engulfed it within his mouth, his head bobbing up and down, licking thoroughly along the surfaces.

As Cody gave head to the wooden phallus on his chair, Mark looked back over to the dinner table, which still contained a medium sized pot of steaming sausages. Reaching towards the longest and fattest one, Mark tested its temperature with his finger. Seeing that it was not scalding hot, he picked the steaming food up out of the grease.

Just as Cody began to lift his head, the older boy pushed down, forcing the pole back into the boy's mouth. The child's resulting moans of protest, however, quickly transformed into moans of lust as the older boy plunged the delicious, greasy, oil-dripping, 22-inch [55 cm] long sausage almost halfway into Cody's vulnerable anus.

The poor abused youth desperately tried to call for help as the literally steaming hot meat pounded his hole, but was gagged by a wooden shaft that had once been doing the same. Pushing it deeper while still leaving a modest portion of the sausage trailing out, Mark paused to look at the gasping boy before him. Cody's incoherent, muffled groans of pleasure echoed through the room as nine inches [23 cm] of pork hung out from a metal ring in his innocent, pale pink shorts. The other thirteen inches [32 cm] were deeply embedded within his ass and reached deeper into the boy than anything had ever gone before.

As a reflex, Cody's bowels began to push out the sausage, but the tormenting invader was denied escape when Mark used a finger to quickly stuff it back in. Cody whimpered as the thick, greased, pliable rod slid again into what was once his own body. Each sudden intrusion would throw the boy's muscles out of control, causing Cody's intestines to try and push it out. But every time, just as it would be about to fall out, the older boy was all too happy to ram it back in as far as possible and lock the helpless youth in a vicious cycle.

Jacqueline Stallbaumer watched in amusement from her high definition television, which linked to advanced cameras placed strategically throughout her home. With it, she watched in full clarity as the artful Mark slowly power-fucked the submissive Cody while letting the younger boy's own reflexes help him do half of the work. Brilliant, she thought as she focused again on the events in her screen.

"Cody, stop giving me trouble, I have to put your afternoon snack somewhere," chided the older boy. "Now hold it in, and if it starts falling out, push it back in yourself."

A gasping Cody worked earnestly to obey his orders, but the sausage was just too long to fit in. He complained,

"It keeps sticking out!"

"Then let it, as long as it stays inside you. If it falls out, you're not going to get any dinner!"

Jacqueline laughed, as the younger boy desperately fucked himself while being virtually unaware of it. Ultimately, the shattered youth settled to have it remain approximately halfway in, acting as a cute, occasionally twitching tail extending out of his now greasy pink shorts.

"Let's go back up to the changing room," declared Mark. "We'll get you some clean clothing."

Cody nodded in agreement, following his new friend towards the designated room. Mark is so cool, he thought. If anything ever happens to me, he's always there to fix it.

Stepping in after the older boy, Cody again was led to the center of the familiar room. Mark tied Cody's leash to a pipe on the on the far wall and opened his personal drawer, where he carefully picked out a pale blue pair of see-through shorts constructed in the practically the same way as the pair Cody was currently wearing. The major difference was, however, a discreet rectangular strip of metal that would be located at the bottom of Cody's erection. Mark grinned, noting that now all he would need to do to suppress Cody's frequently impending orgasms would be to push firmly against the two ends of the bar. I always knew this would come in handy one day, he thought.

Mark walked over to the younger boy and first removed the enormously long sausage still halfway embedded in Cody's ass, eliciting a low guttural groan.

"Strip," he ordered, as he watched Cody obediently remove the stained, dripping garment and hand it over to him. Mark removed the metal ring and sniffed the shorts. There was a sweet, musky smell to the clothing, a sure result of the boy's voluminous secretions that had accumulated throughout the day, mixed with the delicious smell of sausage. Crumpling the shorts into a ball, he stuffed them inside the boy's mouth as a wet, pre-cum stained gag. He handed Cody the new, transparent blue underpants, and watched as the boy put it on. The metal ring once again provided a clear outlined path to expose Cody's pink sperm-filled hole, winking happily from the middle of his deep wedgie. Turning away, the older boy headed towards the nearby clothes drawer to set down the still warm length of meat.

Cody, meanwhile, adjusted to his clothing. While his shirt still would frequently torment his nipples, the now tighter band of elastic around the front of his lone undergarment would bring even stronger stimulations with the slightest movement that would compound the effects of his upper garment, which was still the same one Ms. Stallbaumer gave him back at her summer home. The ring that parted the flesh over his over his bum hole would only have slight effects on the parting of his cheeks when he stood up, however bending down would never fail to fully expose his vulnerable rear opening.

Cody looked back over to the older boy, who's erection now jutted through the folds at the front of his shirt. Before he could react, Mark turned him around and pressed his body against him, firmly running his palm over the front of Cody's shorts.

"Wh-what are you doing?" asked the bewildered Cody, gasping at the unexpected stimulation.

Mark slowly bent over to place his mouth right over the child's ear and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you."

Cody recoiled at this statement, as the older boy jammed his large erection through the convenient metal ring and into the younger boy's hole, with the pre-existing sperm acting as a lubricant.

Uughh…This is just… mmhh… like my dream…

Mark pumped his large member in and out of Cody's rear, noting with satisfaction that the ring was exactly the right size.

But Cody's thoughts were much less organized, as his mind teetered back and forth between the huge, nine-inch dick pumping against his prostate and the flashing memories of himself begging to be fucked in the seat of Ms. Stallbaumer's car. It couldn't have been real, he thought.

"Do you know what a bitch is, Cody?" asked the older boy as he watched Cody purr in lust underneath him. "A bitch is someone who begs to get fucked. I know you beg… even my mom knows you beg… so we all know you're a bitch… but what's more important… is whose bitch you are, Cody."

Cody listened in submission, his thoughts taking in the older boy's words while his ass took in the older boy's long, hard digit. Uhhh… I… unngh… must be his bitch, thought the younger boy as outwards he could only whimper in affirmation of his implicit role.

I'm… mmmh… his bitch…

The End?