Cody heaved a large sigh as he sat in the car, parked in the driveway of his home, debating over whether or not he was prepared to enter the large house. He had already turned the engine of and with that, the air conditioner. The humid St. Louis afternoon was already beginning to seep into the car through the rolled up windows. As uncomfortable as that was starting to become, Cody was well aware of the fact that it was better than what waited for him inside.
One extremely pissed off Viper.
He knew he couldn't put Randy off forever, but it was still nice to think he could stay here and possibly wait out Randy's ire. Cody found himself laughing out loud at that particular thought even crossing his mind. That was something that just wasn't going to happen. The look he had received from Randy backstage right after it had all went down was proof of that. That stare could make his blood freeze in his veins. It wasn't a look he liked to see on his boyfriend's face, on his Master's face. It was actually one that he went out of his way to avoid ever seeing.
It wasn't really his fault, Cody tried to justify to himself. Sure he was the one that introduced the belt into the situation, but it's not like he meant for Show to gain control and use it on him. Cody shook his head as he remembered that night. Of course the pain from the strap going across his back had hurt like a bitch, but the only thought running though his mind at the time was how mad Randy was going to be. After all be was Randy's property and he was allowing another man to punish him.
The vibrating of his cell phone on the passenger seat pulled him away from his deep thoughts. Glancing over to see who was calling, he discovered it was actually a text message. Maybe he would be lucky enough for it to be a summoning from the higher ups of the company telling him about a signing they needed him to come to as soon as possible. As much as Cody hated giving up his days off, he hated the idea of facing Randy when he was obviously in deep trouble with the older man even more. His breath caught in his throat as he read the message.
I know you're in the driveway and it's just pissing me off more that I'm still waiting. Get in here now!
Cody could hear that deep, gravely voice issuing the order in his head and it put him into motion. Walking up to the front door on unsteady limbs, Cody tried to think of other ways to get around facing what was inevitably going to happen in his future. So maybe he wasn't able to out wait Randy, but he could still quite possibly convince Randy that he hadn't offered himself up to another man's punishment on purpose. He hadn't know what he was doing, it was just his natural reaction to what was going on in the ring around him. Putting his hand on the door knob Cody took and deep breath and slowly turned it allowing the door to swing open and he entered the house. As always he immediately silently repeated the words Randy had told him the first time he brought him into his home.
"This is my house, my property and when you set foot on this property, that is exactly what you become, my property. You're my bitch, you become my little pet that I can do anything I want with."
He hadn't asked Cody if he wanted that, he had simply informed him that that was the way it was going to be. And, against all odds, those simple, straight forward words had made Cody harder than he had ever been in his entire life. A chill worked it's way up Cody's spine when he felt those ruthless eyes trail over his body. Cody silently shut and locked the door before turning around and dropping to his knees. He kept his head bowed through the entire process, well aware that he was not allowed to meet the eyes of the dominant male whose presence was filling the room. Cody could feel Randy all over him, it felt as tangible to him as if he was encased in those beautifully decorated arms. The same arms that had kept him safe for years, since he had entered the ring under the guidance of the veteran as part of Legacy. However, Cody knew very well that those arms were not going to be keeping him safe tonight.
Cody breathed in deeply as Randy started to slowly pace around him, stalking him, just like he did in the ring. Granted the fist pounding and slithering movements were noticeably absent, but that look was still in his eyes. Cody was his prey and every fiber of Randy's being was screaming that right now. Cody's senses, long ago tuned into the Viper's moods, actions and needs, were telling him this. Randy circled him a few times. Cody's nerves were so shot he just wasn't able to keep count of the number of times he saw Randy's booted feet pass in front of him. In that same slow, methodical way he used to walk to the ring, he calmly assessed everything, soaking up all the details making up Cody at that moment. Suddenly a gruff order emerged from those thin lips.
"Head up."
It wasn't said loudly but Cody still jumped as though it was a gunshot. The break in the long stretch of silence that had been like a shroud over the room since he entered was the reason why, NOT Cody noted to himself, because he was scared of his Master. He was lying to himself, he knew that, but he still couldn't believe the other was true. Actually, it wasn't fear of Randy as much as it was fear of what Randy planned to do to him.
Even with all these thoughts swirling around in his brain, he still immediately raised his head and kept his eyes straight forward. Just like a good little submissive that he was trained to be. He felt something slide around his throat and Cody instantly knew, without seeing it that it was an inch wide piece of leather proclaiming him as "Randy's Boy."
"My collar." Cody thought, as a half smile started to grace his lips. Cody liked to think of this token article of his and Randy's shared kink as his security blanket. It reminded him that, no matter what, his Master truly must love him or else he wouldn't have honored him with this show of ownership.
The calmness that had started to overcome Cody was instantly pulled away when Randy's hand grabbed the collar that was now circling his neck and twisted it making it become even tighter around his neck. Now panic was starting to set in, it was to tight. He couldn't breath, his throat was closed off and the blood flow was cut off from his brain. He was feeling light headed and barely fighting off unconsciousness when his Master released him and watched him crumple to the floor. Cody know that was the first taste of the dominant's anger that he would be feeling tonight. As he pushed himself back up to his knees, he watched the tight muscles of his Master's back as he walked away from the kneeling submissive.
"You have five minutes to get to our room and you had better look proper when you get there. I'll be waiting so if you're smart you won't take the entire five minutes." Randy's raspy voice called over his shoulder as he walked up the steps. Cody knew that Randy wasn't referring to their shared bedroom when he stated he would be waiting in their room, he would be in their playroom. Some people who shared this particular kink with Randy and himself might have called it a dungeon. But that just didn't fit his and Randy's opinion of the room. For them, mainly Cody, it wasn't a room for torture, it was a room for pleasure. Sure their was pain involved but in their minds, pain is what makes the pleasure so great. With that particular thought running through his mind Cody practically jumped up and stumbled over himself while striping and trying to make it up the stairs at the same time. He was required to be naked at all times he was in the playroom, which was what Randy had meant by 'look proper' and that's just what Cody wanted to do. All he wanted was get to his Master, his lover, his man and he silently damned every obstacle he ran into while trying to accomplish just that.
After throwing himself through the door that Randy had left open when he entered, Cody sank to his knees with his head down and waited for, well he wasn't sure what he was waiting for. After all, he was just the submissive in this relationship, Randy called all the shots. With that knowledge sinking in to his brain, Cody took a deep breath and felt his muscles starting to relax. Randy would make all the decisions and Cody loved that fact. Cody belonged to Randy, heart and soul, and with that belonging came trust, trust that his Master would take good care of him.
Randy walked towards him with his hands behind his back, when he finally reached Cody, he reached out and grabbed Cody's hair roughly, yanking Cody to his feet. A yelp of surprise and pain slipped past Cody's mouth. All this was met with was a slight raise of one eyebrow.
"If you can't manage to keep quiet, then I have a ball gag readily at hand, I like my bitch silent, as you well know."
Cody did know, just as Randy knew Cody hated the ball gag. It did just that to him, made him gag, as well as hurting his jaw, especially when it was finally removed and his jaw was allowed to close for the first time in however long Randy felt like leaving the gag on. It wasn't Cody's decision whether or not the gag was placed on or when it came off, but he was allowed to try to keep quiet on his own without it. Randy decided that was permitted after all the years he had spent in this relationship, doing whatever was necessary to please his Master.
A small nod was all the answer Cody gave, acknowledging that he had heard Randy's threat and understood what his Master wanted. The hand holding his hair in it's tight grip disappeared only to reappear on his dick, stroking and smearing Cody's pre-cum all over the shaft. Looking into his Master's eyes, Cody knew Randy was testing him, seeing if he truly would stay silent when receiving pleasure as well as the pain Cody knew was waiting for him just around the corner. He must have past the test without making a sound, which Cody couldn't quite believe, the shots of ecstasy from his lover's touch were still coursing though his body. Hopefully this was a sign that his Master was going to be merciful tonight and allow him the privilege of coming tonight.
Randy's next words and actions killed that thought completely. "You don't deserve to come tonight and if you try to, I can guarantee I'll make you regret it," was stated calmly as Randy slid the cock ring around Cody's leaking dick. Another nod was the only sign Cody gave because after all, Randy didn't want his bitch noisy, and that exact moment that is all he was, Randy's bitch.