Cody

Cody 10 - A New Life for Cody

Emile, 2009

Usual caveats apply.

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Well back at Cody's frat, the poor little musclestud's luck just kept sliding downhill.  For his next webcam report, as the feed went live, we were treated to a priceless image - his hard packed body straining in his tight body hugging wrestling suit, contrasted against the shiny blown up picture of Horace's sticky hard dork on the poster he'd put up behind him.  I didn't know if his new fuckbuddy had made him do it, but it was a great scene, something I'd have to put on his homepage. I could hear faint thumping noises in the background - a frat party underway, and I wondered if he thought he could get away with it while his frat mates were distracted.  To my mind, if a guy strolled in with a girl looking for a spare room for a fuck (which was likely) then there was a good chance they'd fuck him up and rip it down - or worse.  I made a mental note to get him to unlock the door.

As he turned towards the webcam, he noticed something that hadn't been in the room before - a big colourful present with his name on it (dropped there by Leroy). He came over, bewildered, and I told him to shuck the outfit to mid-thigh. It was great seeing him stretch the shoulderstraps wide and peel the suit down his body,revealing his mantits and incised abs, rolling it down over his cock until just the head was trapped in the fabric, big balls bulging out either side.  His cock was still uncomfortably hard, so I made him stay like that an unwrap the present.  I'd run a poll on the website about how to spend his cut from the photo shoot. By popular demand, two items were chosen, and as he tore off the cheesy print, his mouth opened in shock.  The first, still in it's big, graphic box, was an 11 inch chrome dildo, a hard smooth unyielding chutestopper which he began gulping just thinking about.  The box alone would be hard enough to hide, let alone the fake shaft itself, although I think he realised where it would be kept.  The second item, which I explained was his punishment for having cum the last time (even if it was at the hands of his new manfucker), was a matching polished chrome cock sheath - with a wicked curve to keep his tackle down.  The attached cockring I knew would press on his internal tether uncomfortably, but the feeling of cold steel pressing in on his shaft was irresistable.

Of course, the rest of his journal was taken up with getting the hunky straight stud to try on his new rewards, a great treat seeing him try and suppress his grunts and groans from the party outside as he forced the unlubed and cold dildo up his shitchute, and then, having hoisted out his swollen tackle, cramming them in to the clearly undersized chastity device.  Eventually, sweating and sore, he managed both, and we made him do two 'turns' of the bedroom to show them off.  Clearly it was tough for the jock stud, the dildo grinding his innards with every step, the sheath squashing his tackle and banging against his thighs, he really looked in some pain.  I told him he didn't need to stay on for long, after all, he had a party to attend.  He looked scared, and begged to call it a night, but what would be the fun of that.  I reminded him who was paying the bills - that he'd be out on his arse if he crossed me - and reluctantly, he agreed to comply.  I was going to allow him to change for the party, but since he'd been so intransigent, I made him pull the wrestling suit up.  Just that.  He panicked, and began rattling the camera, blubbing like a girl.  He was a wreck, destroyed, his manhood on the verge of cracking, a freak show male whore in the making.  I called him up and soothed him, telling him I wouldn't make him do it if he really, really didn't want to. He calmed down, still sobbing, his chest heaving as he breathed deeply. His cheeks and pecs were matted with tears, it was touching. "Talk to me" I said, and he blurted it all out, the humiliation of taking it up the arse, of being surrounded by male sex, of being a sex toy, always on display.  The frustration of being trapped.  The acute shame he felt around all his frat buddies and classmates, like he was slowly becoming the butt of all their jokes.  I told him I understood, even (to the anger of the guys online) told him he could have a night off - of sorts.

Since he had no good clothes of his own, I told him to sneak next door, and grab some gear from his neighbour - something nice, and come back and put it on.  He looked worried, but took the chance, unlocking and sneaking out.  In a moment he was back, sheepish for having run into a couple of girls in the hall.  We saw them through the door - lustful eyes grazing over his body, not quite catching the equipment he covered with the gear.  When he locked the door and came back, he showed us what he'd found.  It wasn't the best - a crumpled white shirt and tan shorts - but still a hell of a lot better than he'd been in months.  I told him to go ahead and put them on.  He began to peel off the wrestling suit, but I stopped him.  "No fuckface, you just need to look normal, isn't that right?  Put them on over."  He frowned a little and struggled into them both, realising things weren't quite going to go as planned. The shorts rode low on his waist, and the shirt was a little thin, the shoulder straps showing through the sides.  I also made him button it low, so his big smooth chest would show.  He was aching and uncomfortable, but at least he looked fairly normal - but for the mesh wrestling suit anyway.  One final command I left him was to leave the light on, and the webcam running.  With any luck, I hoped we'd see some more action tonight.  It was enough, and despite the tearing pain up his arse and around his cock, he limped out into the party, to attempt to chat to the girls.

Well we did see action, of a different kind.  Only minutes later, Cody fell back into the room, with a shiner on one eye and looking a little bruised on his chest and arm.  The shirt was open and they'd caught sight of the wrestling suit, and maybe a bit more.  He fell hard, but my attention was taken by the two guys that burst in after him, screaming a torrent of abuse, calling him a sexfreak and faggot, getting ready to bash him some more.  They froze when they entered, catching sight of the poster, their teeth gritting with determination.  But the smaller guy, a stocky blonde nugget who filled out his tee nicely, grabbed his friend, pulling him backwards before he could slug him again.  "Fuck man, they'll take our charter... "  They paused a second, cogs turning in their meatheads, and the taller of the two, still clench-fisted, now spoke softly, voice just as cold as before.  "You just better watch yourself.  We know your kind, getting all political, got a point to prove.  You dress like that for your boyfriends, not 'round here - got it?!  College might say we can't kick out out, but if you so much as breathe where the rules sez you can't and you're outta here."  They stormed out, slamming the door, and the ashen, beaten jock crawled over to the computer, switching it off before I could type a word.

Now I'm sure Cody would have jumped at the chance of leaving the frat by now, even his dreams of college were tempered by the knowledge of the horrors it could hold.  But I'd hear nothing of it, and bright and early the next morning, rang him to tell him just that.  His voice on the other end was a gutteral whisper, the deep baritone full of sexy need, anger and frustration.  "They moved me" he hissed "they dragged me downstairs at 5am, chucking my stuff after me.  I'm next to the fucking boiler room, man! The computer, everything, smashed. I'm in the basement man, and it's like 100 degrees in here!  You gotta get me outta here!"  Well, this was new, him begging me to come.  I thought I'd milk it some more, asking him some more humiliating questions.  Yes, he was still in the mesh suit, having nothing else to wear, and no, they wouldn't let him in public like that.  Yes they'd seen his arching tethered cock and noticed, calling it a 'nasty donkey dong'.  Yes he ached all over, they'd punched him in the nuts, traps, chest and shoulder, as well as his black eye.  Yes, his dick ached with fucklust too.  Really ached bad, since the mesh rubbed against it constantly, and every breath of hot air aroused him.  Sadly, the poster had been torn to shreds by the boys, along with his textbooks.  "Not to worry" I told him, "I'll come and rescue you just as soon as I finish breakfast.  Say midday."  His voice was small, asking me to hurry.  "Don't you worry 'bout a thing.  Tell you what, why don't you shuck that suit and beat that aching cock a while, til I get there.  That should distract you from your fears.  Well, dull pain often does. See you in a couple of hours!"

I grabbed a box of stuff and headed to the frat.  First I went in to meet with the frat president, posing as the concerned parent.  He was a square jawed quarterback, dark brown hair tousled from sleep just adding to his rugged looks.  He was unsure what to make of me, and concerned about there little 'problem'.  I told him that we'd always known our 'son' had been bent a little out of shape, and when he got a sports scholarship we thought this might be the one thing to 'cure' him.  I told him anything they did to make a man of him was okay by me.  Just don't kick him out of there'll be hell to pay.  I got the president, and three other guys standing around the office to help me down to Cody's new room.  Man it was hot in the basement!  The guys came down, pointing me to a narrow door, that must've been the janitors closet at one time.  I noticed it had a latch, and told them they might need a lock to keep him in at night.  With that they flung the door open (since my hands were full), revealing the sweat soaked jock, beating off on the ground in front of them.  They all looked stunned, especially Cody who was light a deer in headlights, still gripping his greasy pole.  "Pig" I screamed, lunging in and backhanding him.  The jocks snickered behind me.  I turned around, shaking their hands to thank them for their assistance, and sheepishly they left for upstairs, leaving me on my own with Cody.

A few hours later, after sunset, and Cody had exchanged the hot boiler room for the cool outside air, which make beads of sweat glisten on his body.  He wasn't in a good way at all - I'd seen to that.  But he was all alone, as I'd dumped him, all alone with no-where to go.  Well I'd put it this way to him - the frathouse was clearly out of the question now - even if he wanted to, he knew the beating he'd score if he did (and I'd trained those little jock studs well!).  I refused to take him in - he was garbage now.  So I told him as I saw it, he had two options.  He could try and hitch a lift to Horses - a long way to go buttstuffed, cocksheathed and naked (I didn't mention he'd gone 'missing'), or he could high tail it into town, and try and find his townie friend - but then they'd probably both get bashed to shit if found, and he would cop some serious abuse from the teamster if not.  I left him with both addresses, two $1 notes, the cockring and sheath, a necklace with dog tags and a ropes of my cum criss crossed over his face - nothing else.  I figured either way, I'd know about it soon enough, and could turn it to my advantage.

But fate jammed her smelly fingers in. Moments after I'd gone, a bright light shone directly at him, illuminating his body from his aching jaw to his thobbing dork, bursting from between his fingers.   It was a perfect scene, which a blinking red light  indicated was being caught on camera, of the abused musclestud clutching his shaved ballbag and sticky uncut tethered cock with one hand, the folds of dickflesh poking out of his fingers at the base of the sheath like an overstuffed fishing net, while the other desperately tried to shield his eyes from the harsh exposing light.  Not a cuntlick of hair, not a trickle of arsecum was lost in the blinding arc of light.

Someone came forward into the light, the black leather pants, jacket and gloves revealing, to Cody's horror, a motorbike cop on duty.  His face was in shadow, but the skin tight leather hugging his rippling body, and the way he slowly massaged his truncheon, sent shivers up Cody's spine.  'Hands Up' he barked, forcing Cody to lift his cum streaked mitts in the air, pulling up the hem of the tight tee to reveal his taut abs, bobbing dick and hanging balls to the harsh flood light.  Worse, as his eyes began to adjust, he noticed the gleam of the officer's straight, white teeth, obviously relishing his absolute power and Cody's helplessness. Without even saying a word, he pressed the truncheon against Cody's windpipe, forcing him to stagger backwards out of the light until his back pressed against the cinderblock wall.  He almost choked before the cop released his grip, telling him to spread 'em for a pat down.  Frontal.

Out of view of the camcorder, the officer had total control over the freshly fucked stud.  He raised one hand up, grabbing Cody's wrists and raising them above his brawny shoulders.  Now his hairless pits and heaving chest were exposed to the gloved left hand, while the other roved down, squeezing and mauling his throbbing cock, the finger slipping under the foreskin and gliding against the sensitive cockhead.  Cody involuntarily groaned.  Realising his sensitivity, the cop manipulated his fat dong until it was lurching against the sheath, traped in the cop's  leathered fist, glistening with precum despite the cold air.  He mauled Cody's brown nipples until they were hard and pouty on his chest, pulling hard until Cody pushed his chest up and out, and barking at him to 'keep his man-udders out".  It was incredibly uncomfortable, on tiptoe, shoulders back hard, his chest out and cock straining against the tether as the cop kept playing, taking paticular pleasure in pulling at his generous foreskin, testing just how long and wide it could stretch.  Scraping at the inner lining, still mucousy from our ban on cleaning, he pushed his smeared finger deep down Cody's throat, gagging his grunting pleas with his own cheesy cockslime.

He spun Cody around for a back pat, he pulled Cody's hands down hard, cuffing them behind his neck.  Cody felt him pull the chain under the necklace before cuffing his other hand, the dog tags preventing him from lifting his hands over his head without choking himself.  He was immobilised, his hands behind his head and body exposed to the sadistic cop. The cop took particular pleasure roughly shoving him forward and kneeing his thighs apart, quite brutally so they stung and he fell forward, scraping his cock and pebbly nips against the wall. He thoroughly searched his cavity, all but fingerfucking his lubricated arse, stretching the hole around the mega dong as he jammed them in.  Pushing two cumsoaked fingers against his nose, so the arse juice and cum slicked his upper lip, he sneered 'what's this, boy, contraband?'.  Cody stammered, unsure whether admitting the obvious would be worse for him.  He needn't have bothered, in a second the cop had spun him around, pushing him forward towards the bike while radioing for backup using his shoulder mike.  He pushed him towards the bike, making sure the camcorder caught his whole exposed body in its lens, and then once past the handlebars, he whipped a can of pepper spray from the holster, holding it in front of Cody's face.  "You gonna play along preppy boy, or will I need to use this?". Sweat beaded on his body from fear and cold.  He blurted "I'll do anything", too quickly, noting the cop's wide grin.  The cop dropped the can, not letting go of the nozzle.  "You'd better" he grunted.

In the distance, the police wagon rumbled towards them, and the cop relaxed his grip.  Scared of what waited him, Cody took his chance and pulled away, trying to sprint across the field.  He had no chance, his fat balls swinging against his thighs made him canter in pain as he ran, his arse still sending shooting stabs with every step.  In a moment the cop was on him, pinning him to the ground.  To subdue him, he pointed the can at his most sensitive parts - not his eyes, where the other cops would have asked questions, but a long, cruel squirt of the burning liquid right into the lips of his hooting foreskin.  Cody screamed, but could do nothing as the cop held his hair with one hand and deliberately massaged the long foreskin over the glans, intensifying the burning fire.  Cody began struggling with all his might to pull his hands up over his head and protect his vulnerable package, but the cop put a quick stop to that, squeezing a quick volley of spray at each armpit, the searing pain across his denuded, broken skin forcing him to quickly clamp his triceps down, trapping his own hands behind his head.

By now the wagon had arrived, and two cops jumped out, eager to help their fellow officer as he subdued the incalcitrant jock.  They bolted over, and seeing the naked jock squirming on the ground, assuming he was trying to escape, one squarely booted his balls, a sickening thud that made Cody convulse and dry retch.  The other's truncheon caught him on his lats, sending a juicy welt up his side, matched only by the split lip that quickly followed from his steel capped boot.  Their impromptu beat up meant my efforts in the boiler room would now go unreported, and the sliver of a chance that Cody would bring justice to his side was lost.  He begged them to stop, screaming his innocence, but one of them - the tall heavyset cop that had first smashed his bloated balls against his sole - caught sight of the scrap of paper in his cuffed hands. "What this" he said, snatching it out of his grip.  The first address, naming a porn stable, he dismissed as a fucked up rent boy's dream home, but the second he recognised as an ordinary house in town.  "Now what have we here" he continued, grabbing at Cody's nads and mauling them til he screamed.  "Looks like this little exhibitionist has an accomplice..."  And so it was, that Cody and his townie fuckfriend passed out of my control, and into the big, broad outstretched arms of the law.  But that, my friends, is another story.

The End.