“Oh I have as well, many times. Cody here loves to worship feet, but he’s so ashamed of himself he can only ever do it when nobody’s watching, not even the owner of the feet. But I think that needs to change, don’t you, cutie?” Mitch grinned. “Very much so ma’am.”
Samantha ordered Mitch to sit between Cody’s legs, and Mitch detected a substantial bulge pressing against him. “I think he likes this ma’am,” Mitch said as Cody moaned softly. Samantha smiled. “Oh I know he does, cutie. Now rest those cute little feet of yours on his face and watch the fireworks.”
Cody opened his mouth to try to protest, but he was met with Samantha forcing his own sweaty gym socks in his mouth. “Quiet, puppy. Just focus on how good this feels.” Unable to resist his Mistress’ orders, Cody relaxed into his mattress and inhaled deeply through his nostrils just as Mitch’s feet settled over his face.
The smaller boy watched as Cody let out a long, high-pitched moan, his hips bucking as the scent of Mitch’s sweaty soles and toes flooded his nostrils. Mitch thought he enjoyed musk, but even he didn’t react like this. Cody was lost in ecstasy, and as Mitch rubbed his feet up and down his former tormentor’s face, he felt a surge of power running through him.
That surge was immediately suppressed by Samantha, who stood in front of him with that same smile on her face. “I don’t want you getting any ideas though. Would you like to be bound up like him, cutie?” Mitch couldn’t agree quickly enough. “Yes ma’am!” he blurted our enthusiastically. Samantha immediately pulled his hands behind his back and tied them to the foot of Cody’s bed, before tying his thighs together and pinning him to the bed. As a final touch, she tied his feet to Cody’s face, drawing another enchanted moan out of the bound jock.
Samantha pulled down Cody’s panties, allowing his rock-hard cock to spring free, its full eight inches standing proud with a drop of precum spilling out of the tip. “See? He loves to be put in his place. And from now on, I expect you to keep him there when I’m not here to do so. Understood, cutie?” Mitch nodded and opened his mouth to comply, but instead Samantha shoved his own ballgag in his mouth and padlocked it into place. “Words aren’t necessary for my toys. Any more attempts at speaking will mean heavier gagging, understood?” Eyelids fluttering with bliss, Mitch nodded again.
With practiced ease, Samantha climbed up on the bed and sat on Cody’s cock. The bound jock squealed in ecstasy as she took it to the base in one fell swoop, sighing with satisfaction. “He may be a dumb submissive slut, but I’ll be dammed if he doesn’t make a good dildo.” Cody moaned as she slowly rode his cock, while she took a pocketknife and cut Mitch out of his clothes.
“I can’t abide sub boys being dressed,” she said as she worked. “Makes you look like respectable men, and that’s not what you are at all, is it?” Mitch shook his head frantically as Samantha cut the last of his clothes away, allowing his own rock-hard cock to bob freely, his now ruined underwear stained with precum.
Samantha giggled, an enchanting sound that only drew Mitch in deeper. “Awww, that’s cute. No wonder Cody thought he could stay above you.” Mitch blushed furiously, but couldn’t suppress a moan at her effortless degradation. Samantha dug through the box, producing a tiny metal chastity cage, slipping the ring into place around his balls. “I bet you’ve wanted someone to do this for a long time, haven’t you?”
It was true. Mitch had bought the cage as an 18th birthday present to himself, but he’d never found anyone willing to lock him away. Cody had never so much as mentioned it. But now, he was helpless to stop Samantha from locking the 1″ metal tube into place, slipping the key into her purse. “I think that’s much more fitting for you, cutie. No more delusions of grandeur, no more freedom you don’t need. You’re mine now.”
Even if he could, Mitch didn’t want to protest. Samantha had already established effortless control over him, and he hadn’t even squirmed when she locked his cock away and took the keys. She pulled off of Cody’s cock and the boy wailed in despair, right on the edge of a massive orgasm. “He might thrash, but he loves to be denied. I haven’t let him cum in months. But that cock is much too nice to be locked away, so I just have a sensor on the base.”
She drew Mitch’s attention to a hair-thin wire secured around the base of Cody’s shaft. “It doesn’t hurt him in any way, but it immediately lets me know if my toy is being pleasured. It’s my dildo, and only I get to use it. Isn’t that right puppy?”
The bound jock nodded, his cock twitching. Samantha laughed as she removed her dress and heels, laying down on Mitch’s bed. “Mistress is exhausted, boys. You two have fun like that for tonight. We can train you more in the morning.”
She turned over to go to sleep, but inspiration struck her first. “But I don’t want you two getting too relaxed tonight.” She went into the bag and retrieved a Hitachi wand, strapping it to the head of Cody’s cock as she tied Mitch’s cage to it. “Neither of you is permitted to cum. If I see any in the morning, you’ll both be punished.”
She flicked the vibrator on high, smiling as her toys squealed in torturous pleasure. “Sleep well, puppies!”
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