Sharing Is Caring

by D. J. Heart

  “I don’t want any whining, do you understand?” he said, voice cruel. “If you whine, I put the clothespins back on and we start over.”

  The other David let out a mournful sound, but he nodded his head in understanding.

  Sam brought the crop down on the other David’s chest, hitting the clothespins one row above the ones next to his nipple, whipping two off in one go.

  The other David stayed silent, but as Sam continued using the crop to remove the clothespins it became clear that it was getting harder and harder to hold back from screaming.

  When Sam started in on the clothespins on his cock, the other David let out a roar of pain that even his gag did little to muffle.

  Sam stepped back, crossing his arms and grinning like a kid who’d broken into Santa’s workshop.

  “You know what that means, right?” he asked, licking his lips.

  “He’s not actually going to put them back on, is he?” David whispered to Adam. The other David’s eyes were wide, the whites showing, his nostrils flaring as he heaved for breath.

  His cock was rock hard.

  “Of course he is,” Adam whispered back, the gruff heat in his voice telling David that he was incredibly turned on by that fact. “He said he would, and Sam doesn’t make empty threats.”

  Adam was right. Sam snapped his fingers to a woman in the audience, standing over her while she crawled up on the stage and rushed to gather all the fallen clothespins into the bucket and hand it to Sam.

  “Good girl,” Sam said, reaching into the bucket and retrieving a clothespin. “Back to your mistress.”

  The girl scurried off stage and Sam turned to face the other David.

  “So, take two. How many of these do you think I can fit on your cock?”

  Five minutes later, it turned out that the answer was most of them. The other David squirmed and whimpered, but even through the forest of clothespins David could see that he was still hard as a rock.

  “All right, let’s see about getting these off. Think you can keep your trap shut this time?” Sam brought the crop under the other David’s chin, forcing his head up. With the clothespins attached to his nose, cheeks and eyebrows he looked pitiful and ridiculous.

  He shook his head.

  “No?” Sam slapped the crop down on the clothespins on the other David’s left eyebrow, sending them to the floor and making him flinch silently. “I’ll make you a deal. I won’t start over when you start squealing, but in return I get to shock your balls while I fuck you. Sound good?”

  The other David shook his head vigorously in protest.

  “I’m glad you see it my way.” Sam grinned, smacking off the clothespins on his right eyebrow. “Now let’s see if I can make you squeal.”

  The other David managed to stay quiet until Sam reached his cock, but then he lost it. His shouts turned to tortured squeals, like a pig being dragged to the slaughter, and David didn’t know whether to be aroused or horrified.

  Adam, judging by the thick bulge pressing into his bound hands, had no such doubts.

  “He has a safeword, right?” David whispered, flinching at a particularly bone-chilling scream from the man sharing his name on the stage.

  “Of course,” Adam whispered back. “Sam doesn’t play without them.”

  David felt better. The other David’s cock was still hard, leaking a steady stream of clear pre-cum onto the stage floor, so even if he was in pain, there was no doubt he was enjoying himself.

  “Good,” David whispered, watching as Sam whipped off the very last clothespin on the other David’s body.

  His task completed, Sam wrapped the other David up in a hug and held him, murmuring into his ear and stroking his back. David couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he got the gist from Sam’s body language.

  The hug lasted a long time, and when Sam pulled away he went over to the control panel and lowered the other David from the ceiling. Releasing him from the cuffs, he lifted the exhausted man up and carried him to the fucking bench, laying him over it and strapping him in place.

  He then attached two electrodes to the other David’s balls, the electrodes attached to a small machine with two dials on it, and turned the knob.

  The other David twitched and moaned, but he didn’t react anything like he had to the clothespins being removed.

  David wondered what it felt like to have your balls shocked. He decided to add it to the list of things he wanted Sam to do to him.

  Sam unbuttoned his pants and hoisted out a monster of a cock, giving it a few pumps and showing off for the audience before rolling on a condom and lining up with the other David’s ass.

  He put his hand on the small of his lower back, forcing him to arch his ass up, and fucked into him.

  There was nothing slow or gentle about the way Sam fucked. He pistoned his cock into the bound body beneath him, balls deep on the first thrust and every thrust thereafter.

  “What about lube?” David asked anxiously, the jackhammering of Sam’s cock in and out of the other David’s ass making his own hole clench down in sympathy.

  “Lubed condom,” Adam explained, as if those had nearly enough slick to facilitate the kind of pounding the other David was taking. “And I’m guessing this isn’t David’s first time getting fucked tonight.”

  That would explain it.

  He watched Sam fucking his name-mate, admiring the way his wide shoulders loomed over the guys small frame.

  “I wish he wasn’t wearing pants,” David murmured, the leather over Sam’s ass covering up what was no doubt a glorious ass. There were few things as hot as watching a muscular guy’s ass and thighs flex as they fucked someone.

  “Really? I thought you liked leather,” Adam said, trailing his fingers over David’s belly button. “I had him dress up for you specifically.”

  David felt a swoop in his stomach. It wasn’t just that he appreciated Adam knowing what he liked and arranging for him to have it that turned him on, but the fact that Adam could dictate what the beast of a man on stage did.

  Adam was powerful, both physically and in what he could make others do for him. A double whammy.

  “I love it,” David said, voice hoarse from overwhelmed arousal.

  Sam in the leather pants and tall boots was like something from a Tom of Finland drawing. Hot didn’t even begin to describe it.

  David regretted his complaint.

  “Sam,” Adam called out, making Sam halt his thrusts and look over his shoulder to the alcove. He raised his eyebrow questioningly. “Drop the pants. My David wants to see your ass.”

  For a second the whole world stood still, David getting the feeling that he was standing outside of himself and watching everything like a horrified spectator, but then Sam grinned and pushed his pants down to his boots.

  He looked right at David and winked.

  David wished the ground would open up and swallow him. He couldn’t believe Adam had done that. Now the whole room knew what a lusty and thirsty slut he was.

  He hadn’t blushed so hard in years.

  “I hate you,” he mumbled, eyes on Sam’s glutes as the man resumed fucking the other David. The sight was just as nice as he’d imagined, but there was no way it was worth the intense humiliation of Adam making a spectacle of him.

  “You know he’s going to make you pay for that, right?” Adam answered, pinching his nipple for emphasis.

  The words startled a laugh out of David.

  “I should have guessed,” he mumbled.

  He couldn’t wait.

  3

  Adam

  When the show was over, Adam untied David’s wrists and watched as he rubbed feeling back into his hands.

  “So what did you think of the show?” he asked, pulling David back against his chest and holding him tight. He reached for David’s hand and took over massaging it, rubbing his thumb into David’s palm while he waited for an answer.

  “It was intense,” David answered, turning around and straddling Adam’s
lap. He leaned in and let his head rest on Adam’s shoulder, legs splayed on either side of Adam’s thighs. “Sam is kind of terrifying.”

  Adam smirked, rubbing David’s back before cupping the back of his neck. If David thought Sam was scary, he’d piss his pants at the kind of shows Clay Bolt or any of the guys working for Rex put on. They made Sam look like a fucking puppy.

  “He’s really good at his job,” Adam assured his inexperienced husband to be. “And part of that is knowing how hard the sub he’s working with likes to be pushed.”

  David was quiet for a beat, and then he mumbled, “I don’t know how hard I want to be pushed.”

  “We’ll figure it out,” Adam said, ruffling his hair. “You’ll be surprised at how much you can take.”

  Adam had no intention of taking it easy on him. Sam was a nice was of easing David into their weekend at the farm – getting him used to being handled by other people before the really intense bondage started. Adam wasn’t entirely sure whether or not David realized that once they arrived at the farm he’d spend the whole time trussed up as a pony. There would be breaks, but those breaks were only in the form of less restrictive bondage.

  It wouldn’t be easy.

  “So what now?” David asked, his nose pushing in under Adam’s jaw. He rubbed his face on the stubble covering Adam’s neck, the rough drag against the short hairs making Adam’s spine tingle.

  It was weird how non-sexual intimacy could feel so good.

  “We meet Sam in the room upstairs.”

  “What about David?” David asked. “Doesn’t he need aftercare and stuff?”

  Adam grinned at how earnest David sounded.

  “Someone else will be taking care of that,” he said, stating his assumption as fact. For all he knew Sam would put David back in the duffle bag to play with later, though he doubted it.

  Sam played hard, but at the end of the day he was a nice guy.

  “Okay,” David said, his breath hot on Adam’s neck. “When are we going up?”

  “Right now,” Adam said, pushing David off his lap and standing up. He looked down at his younger lover and smirked at the nervous expression on his face. “Don’t worry. This will be fun, I promise.”

  David nodded to himself, pushing to his feet and letting Adam tuck him under his arm.

  “So do you have your four things?” Adam asked, steering David out of the alcove, past the stage and toward the stairs.

  David nodded.

  “And?”

  “I want him to use the flogger, clothespins and that electricity thing, and I want him to carry me, and I want him to give me a noogie.”

  “A noogie?” Adam asked, confused. He looked down at David for clarification.

  “You know, that thing where he put him in a chokehold and rubbed his hair with his knuckles?”

  “Oh, like this?” Adam laughed, demonstrating the move. David squirmed and laughed.

  “Yes, like that,” he said when Adam let him go.

  “You like being bullied?” Adam asked, all sorts of ideas popping into his head. He grabbed the back of David’s briefs and pulled, lifting him up and shaking him before dropping him back to his feet. “Should I be giving you wedgies and swirlies?”

  “No!” David laughed, pulling his briefs out of the crack in his ass. He glanced up through his eyelashes and shrugged, sheepish. “Maybe?”

  Adam filed the information away for later. He’d never been a bully, but as part of a scene it could be an interesting dynamic to explore.

  He wondered if he still fit into his college football pads.

  “We’ll talk about it later,” Adam said, taking the end of David’s leash and heading up the stairs.

  As he’d expected, Sam was waiting for them in the playroom on the third floor. He stood leaning against the St. Andrew’s cross, holding a crop against his thigh, his leather pants exchanged for a pair of glossy black chaps tucked into knee high boots.

  He looked good, the chaps showing off his thick cock and huge balls. He was soft, but even flaccid his cock was a monster. Veiny and uncut, it was almost as nice as Adam’s own equipment.

  “Good show,” Adam said, leaving David by the door and crossing the room to shake Sam’s hand. “You’re a beast with that flogger.”

  Sam grinned, pushing away from the cross with a grin. “Thanks. Did your boy enjoy it?”

  Adam glanced back at David, licking his lips at the doe-eyed deer in the headlights look on his face.

  “He did. He has a list of things he wants to try with you. David, why don’t you tell Mr. Sam what you want him to do to you?”

  David swallowed loudly, saying nothing. Sam chuckled and walked toward him, stepping right into his personal space and backing him up against the wall. He put both hands on the wall, boxing David in so that everywhere he looked there was Sam.

  “Well?” Sam asked, his voice deep and amused. “What do you want, boy?”

  “I want…” David cleared cleared his throat, sounding completely overwhelmed. “I want you to flog me.”

  “And?” Sam prompted.

  “Clothespins?” David said, phrasing it like a question, his voice cracking on the last syllable.

  Sam pushed his knee between David’s legs, lifting him off his feet and sliding him up the wall. He grabbed his chin and squeezed it. “And?”

  “And I want you to give me a noogie, and put electricity on my balls and I want you to carry me.”

  Adam had never heard David talk so fast before.

  “Lift you up, you mean like this?” Sam grabbed David under his arms and hoisted him up into the air, turning around and throwing David over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Or do you mean like this?”

  He took David off his shoulder and spun him around, holding him upside down so that his face was nestled against the thick length of his soft cock.

  “Is this what you want?” Sam pushed David’s face into his balls, locking eyes with Adam and grinning.

  “Answer him,” Adam ordered when David stayed silent.

  “Yes.”

  David didn’t say anything else, but Adam could tell just from that one word how much he was enjoying himself.

  “You want a go?’” Sam asked, lowering David a few inches and pressing his face between his legs and up against his taint. “He’s licking me.”

  Adam shook his head. “I’ll just sit here and watch. I’ll join in when it’s time to fuck him.”

  “You want a show?” Sam spun David back around and put him on his feet, putting him in a headlock and giving him a noogie that made Adam’s earlier attempt look like a gentle pat on the head.

  David let out a cry of pain, squirming in Sam’s grip and getting nowhere.

  It was incredibly hot to watch.

  “I think I do,” Adam said, taking a seat in the throne like chair in the corner of the room. He took off his gloves and freed his cock, stroking himself back to full hardness while he watched Sam get to work.

  Sam laughed, releasing David from the headlock and manhandling him over to the cross. He made quick work of locking his wrists, ankles and thighs into place, finally taking David’s leash and tying it to the wall so that he couldn’t move his head more than a few inches from side to side.

  “Your safeword is red?” Sam asked, pressing his body against David’s as he waited for an answer.

  David nodded. “It is.”

  “Good. Use it if you need to.”

  With that he grabbed a flogger and got to work on David’s ass.

  Adam watched, stroking his cock and admiring Sam’s technique. When Adam flogged someone he seldom had the patience for the kind of gradual build up that Sam excelled at, but looking at the way David writhed and moaned as Sam turned his ass and back red, Adam decided he should be more patient in the future.

  It would be worth it to see David like this.

  “Are you hard for me?” Sam asked, finishing a flurry of blows and draping the flogger across his shoulders.

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sp; “Yes, sir,” David said, his voice somewhere between a moan and a whimper.

  Sam reached between his legs and felt for himself, grinning at Adam.

  “You’ve got yourself a little pain-slut here.”

  Adam grinned back. “I know. Think he can take it a little harder?”

  “Let’s find out.” Sam grabbed his flogger and got back to whipping David’s back, the harsh sound of leather hitting flesh competing with David’s cries.

  “You still hard?” Sam barked, not letting up even for a second.

  “Yes, sir!” David said, the answer punctuated by a particularly hard shot across his shoulder. “Fuck!”

  “He allowed to swear?” Sam asked, looking to Adam for instruction on how to handle the outburst.

  “David, are you allowed to swear?” Adam asked.

  “No.” David sounded sullen.

  “Maybe we should put some clothespins on that naughty tongue of his,” Sam suggested. He grabbed a bucket identical to the one he’d used during his show and held it up.

  Adam nodded. “Let him have it.”

  David didn’t like the clothespins. He whimpered and cried, and when Sam started whipping them off he used his safeword.

  “All right, all right,” Sam soothed, tucking the crop into his boot and squeezing David’s shoulder. “You want me to take them off the normal way?”

  David nodded, looking ashamed at having used his safeword.

  Adam was conflicted. There was a part of him that wanted to discourage David from ever using his safeword – to make him feel like doing so was a failure – but the rational part of him knew that doing so would be cruel and abusive.

  “You did good, baby,” he said, leaving the chair and going to stand next to David where he was secured to the cross. “Sam told you to use your safeword if you needed to, and you did. Good boy.”

  David relaxed, and when Adam leaned in to kiss his cheek David leaned into his touch.

  “This is still going to hurt like a bitch,” Sam said, gesturing at the clothespins biting into David’s skin.