by Heart, D. J.
“You want to come, baby?” Adam asked, straddling his thighs and leaning over his back. He unbuckled the straps holding the weird penis gag in place and pulled it out of David’s mouth. “You want daddy to make you come?”
David bit back a moan. That was the second time Adam had called himself daddy, and David liked it more than he cared to admit.
“Yes,” David mumbled, his jaw hurting from being held apart for too long.
“Ask me nicely,” Adam said, lining the head of his cock up with David’s hole and pressing at the abused entrance. Adam’s hand moved to the back of David’s neck at the junction of his shoulder, squeezing down. “Come on, ask daddy to fuck the come out of you.”
David closed his eyes and bit the sheet beneath him, moaning at the feeling of Adam’s huge dick against his ass. His hole hurt so bad, but he still wanted it.
“Ask me,” Adam demanded, smacking the back of David’s head impatiently.
“Fuck the come out of me, daddy,” David said, blushing and closing his eyes as the dirty words left his lips.
He couldn’t believe he’d just said that.
“I will, baby, don’t you worry,” Adam said, pushing the head of his cock past David’s rim. There was enough lube in David’s ass that he didn’t need to slick up his cock, but the penetration still hurt. “Daddy knows what his baby needs.”
David’s gut clenched when Adam’s cock pushed against his prostate, and when Adam started fucking him the back and forth motion ground David’s cock into the mattress, sending him careening toward the orgasm he’d been longing for.
“You like daddy’s cock?” Adam growled, fisting his hand in David’s hair and yanking his head back. He licked along the underside of David’s ear and sucked the skin between his teeth, biting down and making what felt like a monster hickey. “You like it when I fuck you?”
“Y-yes,” David stuttered, Adam’s painful grip on his hair, the teeth on his neck and the cock in his ass all combining into one pool of painful pleasure. “I love it!”
Adam sped up his thrusts, and the increased friction sent David over the edge. His lower body contracted from the force of his orgasm, his ass clamping down on Adam’s cock, his load spilling out onto the mattress in a series of powerful bursts of come.
As David’s orgasm was coming to an end, Adam stuttered to a halt, his teeth once again finding David’s neck and biting down as he flooded David’s insides with come.
He sounded like an animal, grunting and groaning as he fucked David through his orgasm, and when it was over he collapsed down on David’s body hard enough to knock the breath out of his lungs.
David didn’t mind. Adam’s muscular body was warm and sweaty, his arms moving to wrap around David’s neck in a chokehold of a hug, his breaths hard and fast puffs of air against the skin of David’s neck.
It was heaven.
“How are you feeling?” Adam asked after a while, rolling them over onto their side and pulling David into the crook of his body.
David had never really spooned with anyone before, and he decided he liked it.
“Tired,” David said, resting his cheek on Adam’s muscular bicep. “Amazing.”
“Yeah?” Adam asked, kissing the back of his head. “You had fun?”
David laughed. He’d had more than fun – he felt transformed.
“I think my ass officially belongs to you now,” he said, pushing said ass back against Adam’s body.
Adam grinned into the back of his head and kissed him again. “It does, does it?” Adam’s voice was dark and sated. He sounded amused, and there was an element of possessive satisfaction in his tone. “Well, I’m glad it’s official.”
* * *
The next morning Adam was extra attentive of David, feeding him breakfast in bed and kissing him about twice as much as usual.
It was nice, and if getting his ass wrecked meant this kind of pampering David would gladly take another round.
“Do you have to go to work?” David whined when Adam went to find his briefcase. Seeing his future husband – and wasn’t that a surreal thought – dressed up in an expertly fitted navy blue suit was making him want to spend the day on his knees with his face buried in said suit’s crotch.
“I do,” Adam said, smiling but not really playing along with David’s whining. He gripped the back of his neck and kissed him on the mouth. “You should go see your mother. We need to make the engagement official before we announce the merger.”
David’s gut plummeted. He didn’t doubt that Adam was attracted to him, but he was well aware of the fact that the older man was only marrying him for his family’s company.
He hadn’t minded that at first, but now that he was getting attached the idea hurt.
“I’ll talk to her,” he promised, determined not to let any of his doubts show. He tilted his head and studied Adam.
“What?” Adam asked, looking down his suit to see what David was looking at.
“You haven’t actually asked me, you know.”
“Asked you what?”
“To marry you,” David said, smiling to show that he was just kidding.
Adam rolled his eyes and got down on one knee. He put his hand on his heart and looked at David with an exaggeratedly loving expression.
“David Belvedere, will you marry me?”
David bit his lip, heart suddenly in his throat and trying not to cry. He regretted bringing the matter up. Seeing Adam deliver this parody of a proposal was like a knife in the gut.
He shrugged and forced a smile. “Sure, I’ll marry you. But I want a ring.”
“I’ll get you a ring,” Adam said, getting up and kissing his cheek. “Something nice and gold to wrap around your cock, maybe?”
He laughed, and David forced a chuckle.
Adam looked at him strangely.
“What?” David asked, pushing down all his negative emotions and quirking his lip in a smile.
“Nothing,” Adam mumbled, kissing him on the forehead and cupping the back of his neck. He lingered, the press of his lips making David’s heart slow down and his whole body relax. “Have a nice day, okay?”
David nodded. “I will. You too.”
Adam smiled, giving him one more long look before picking up his briefcase and heading for the door.
David watched him go, a hollow sort of feeling lodging in his stomach.
Giving himself a mental shake, David got up and told himself to stop being an idiot. He’d become way too wrapped up in Adam, spending almost every day with him, and he needed to step back and gain some perspective.
After he talked to his mom he’d go see some of his friends and see what they were up to. He’d been neglecting them, declining all their invitations to go out, and it was high time he spent some time with them.
It would be fun.
* * *
1
Adam
Adam put his feet up on the coffee table, crossing his ankles and sinking down to the edge of the couch with a frown.
He was bored.
David was out with his friends – not surprising, given how he’d been neglecting them the past month – and Adam was left trying to remember what he used to do with his evenings before he started courting the surprisingly submissive younger man.
Going to the Blue Room could only have taken up so much of his time. The club was fun – its excellent in house doms and submissives putting on a show every night – but Adam had never spent more than an evening or two a week there, and definitively not a weeknight.
He didn’t understand why he was so bored now.
Fondling the bulge in his suit pants, squeezing and stroking himself through the soft wool, he took a sip of his beer and turned on the TV to watch some porn.
That was always a fun way to whittle away an hour.
Adam smiled to himself as he remembered David’s reaction to his porn-viewing habits. The boy had laughed his ass off when he’d told him he got his porn through the cable company, ca
lling him an old man and asked him why he didn’t just use his phone or computer like a normal person.
Adam should have spanked him for that. It would have been fun, and thinking back on it now, he was pretty sure that David had been angling for some punishment.
Browsing the selection of adult films, Adam’s cock twitched when he saw that his favorite actor had a new video out. Clay Bolt was a six-foot-eight bodybuilder with a thing for tiny twinks, and some of his videos were downright evil. His new film didn’t look like it would disappoint. The preview image showed the massive bodybuilder with his hands around the neck of a skinny boy, lifting him up off the floor, his wide grin a stark contrast to the panic on the kid’s face.
Adam hit play, his cock hard in anticipation.
As was his trademark, Clay didn’t waste any time with niceties. The movie started with the nameless twink standing alone in a dark room in a circle of bright lights, looking around nervously, his expression turning to terror when Clay barged into view, marching toward him with a menacing grin.
Adam licked his lips, his heart pumping in anticipation at what the poor twink was about to endure.
Clay grabbed the twink by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up, giving him a good shake before throwing him to the floor and planting a boot on his chest. Adam could hear the way the heavy boot knocked the air out of the kid’s lungs, his mouth opening wide as he tried to suck in air while Clay reached down and violently ripped off his clothes.
The sound of cloth tearing annoyed Adam and he lifted the remote to fast forward. Clothes didn’t tear that easily – or that neatly – and the reminder that the scene he was watching was all planned out in advance was anything but a turn on.
Adam liked his unethical BDSM to be as real as possible.
Clothes ripped off, Clay started smacking the kid around, his hand leaving huge red prints on the boy’s cheeks, back and ass.
That was more like it. Licking his lips, Adam unbuttoned his shirt and tweaked his nipple, groaning and squeezing his hard cock through his pants as he watched Clay dish out his abuse.
Cock leaking into his briefs, Adam watched as Clay stripped off his clothes and grabbed the twink by his hair, lifting him up against the wall and holding him in place as he fucked into his mouth.
The boy looked miserable, choking and pushing his hands against Clay’s thighs to get him to slow down or stop, but he was trapped against the wall and he was no match for Clay’s superior strength.
Adam watched, transfixed by the boy’s struggle. He didn’t stand a chance against Clay – more than a foot taller than him and outweighing him by at least a hundred pounds of muscle – but still he tried to fight.
It was cute, and it turned Adam on.
His hard cock aching, Adam opened up his pants and freed his throbbing length. He spit into the palm of his hand and wrapped it around his thick erection, matching his strokes to Clay’s ever more forceful thrusts, his balls pulling tight when Clay finally managed to fuck the entire length of his cock down the twink’s throat.
The boy’s eyed bulged, red and wet with tears, his hands frantic where they scratched against the stronger man’s thighs.
Clay laughed and called the boy a slut, smacking him hard across the cheek. Adam grit his teeth, the brutality making him pant.
This, unlike the ripping of the clothes, didn’t look fake.
Adam knew it was fucked up, but he loved watching submissive little sluts getting dominated and used far beyond their limit. There was nothing hotter than a boy in over his head, forced to endure whatever fucked up thing his dom demanded of him.
Jerking himself off with practiced strokes, Adam imagined that it was David getting his throat violated by the hulking stud. The mental image made his lower belly tighten with hot arousal, a burst of pre-cum spilling from his cock.
He watched as Clay let out a grunt, pulling out of the twink’s mouth and pushing him to the floor and stepping on his face, a derisive smirk curling his lip as he shot his load all over the boy’s thin chest and toned belly.
The muscular stud kept the boy under his foot, grinding down as he milked the last drops of come from his cock to sprinkle them down over his skinny victim. He laughed when the boy whimpered – clearly in pain from the heavy weight pushing down on his skull – and rather than let up it looked like he stepped down harder.
The video was giving Adam all sorts of inspiration for his next session with David. He’d put on his boots and get his hot little husband-to-be on his knees, giving his throat a workout before pushing him to the floor and grinding him under the heel of his boot and splattering him in come.
The thought of David crying out as he stomped on him made Adam’s balls pull up and his shaft throb in tempo with his pulse. Picturing the marks his boot would leave on David’s skin, the whimpering from the boy on the TV only adding to the fantasy, Adam’s cock erupted like a cannon, his load shooting out in a series of violent spurts.
The orgasm was sudden and intense, leaving Adam surprised and drained.
He chuckled to himself.
He’d planned to spend at least an hour edging himself, wanting to tease himself and draw out the pleasure, but here he was coming in the first twenty minutes of the video like a teenager.
It was a little ridiculous.
Looking around for something to wipe up all the come, Adam ignored the TV where Clay had moved on to fucking his poor scene-partner. Not finding anything to clean up with, he finally just scooped up as much come as he could in the palm of his hand and made his way to the bathroom, trying not to let his load drip to the floor.
If David were here he’d have the boy lick it up, holding him by his hair and dragging his face up over his abs and chest.
Washing his hands, thick globs of ejaculate disappearing down the drain, Adam grabbed a towel and wiped himself clean. He threw the towel in the laundry basket and tucked his cock back into his underwear before buttoning up his pants.
The sensation of his sensitive cockhead rubbing against the cotton of his briefs sent a delightful tingle up his spine, making him grin and adjust himself.
Fixing his shirt, Adam took a moment to study himself in the mirror. While not as big as Clay Bolt, Adam was no slouch, and he wasn’t too modest to admit that he was a far sight more attractive.
His jaw was powerful, giving him the striking profile of a superhero, and he’d been blessed with the ruggedly beautiful bone structure of a model.
Fixing his hair, Adam made his way back into the living room and turned off the porno still playing on the TV. Clay had moved on to choking his little twink, turning the poor boy’s face a dark purple color that was frankly a little alarming.
The screen went dark and silence filled the room.
Picking up his beer, Adam walked over to the window and looked out over the city.
He wondered what David would think of Clay’s treatment of the boy. It might turn him on – make his belly squirm and his cock hard – but realistically he knew that it was more likely to freak him out.
Clay Bolt was not for the faint of heart.
Adam fantasized about tying David up and showing him one of the actor’s more extreme videos – one of the one’s he’d bought at the club and kept in his safe – only to have Clay himself step out of the shadows with that trademark menacing grin of his.
Gagged, David wouldn’t be able to protest, his eyes pleading and scared as they looked to Adam for rescue and safety. Adam imagined the look on David’s face when he realized that he would offer him neither.
A look of shattered trust.
Adam took another long sip of his beer and dismissed the fantasy. He would love to hire Clay to work over David – to use and abuse him – but not without discussing it with his handsome husband-to-be first.
The fantasy of violating David’s trust was a heady one, but not something Adam would ever do.
There were lines he wouldn’t cross.
Heading into the kitchen, Adam threw a
way his now empty bottle of beer and grabbed a cold one from the fridge. He moved back into the living room and sat down on the couch, kicking up his legs and turning on the TV, flicking through the channels to find something to watch until David came home.
Hopefully it wouldn’t be too long of a wait.
2
David
David was having a blast. The drinks were flowing, the music was loud, and he was dancing with his friends on the crowded dance floor of Harrows, the newest and most exclusive club in the city.
He’d forgotten how much fun it was to party.
“Let’s go get another drink!”
David could barely make out the sound of his friend Misha’s voice over the sound of the music, but the little head-tilt toward the bar made his meaning loud and clear.
“Sure!” he called back, starting to make his way toward the bar. He draped his arm over Misha’s shoulders, using their broad width to steady himself.
He’d had way too much to drink.
“You okay?” Misha asked when they reached the bar, the music not quite as loud there as it had been at the center of the dance floor. He pulled David up under his arm and sat him down on an empty bar stool.
“I’m good,” David answered, leaning half his weight on Misha’s torso. The man pushed him so that he was sitting up of his own volition.
“Having fun?” Misha laughed, flagging down the bartender with a lift of his hand. He clapped a palm down on David’s shoulder, squeezing and grounding him.
David nodded. “So much fun. Adam never wants to go dancing. He’s so boring.”
The fact that Adam refused to go to anything resembling a night club was one of his biggest flaws.
“Well, he is old,” Misha said, turning away from David to order from the bartender. The guy was maybe Adam’s age, with the same broad build, and watching him pick up a bottle and pour a shot, David noticed that he had huge hands that looked just perfect for spanking.