Honor/Obey: The Complete Collection

by Heart, D. J.

  Adam’s cock was glorious. Long and girthy, with a wide head and an even wider base, it was the kind of shaft that dreams were made of.

  “How are you feeling?” Adam asked, releasing David’s left hand and moving on to his right.

  “Good,” David said, surprising himself by how scratchy and rough his voice sounded. When Adam just looked at him, he blinked and thought harder about the answer. “My ass hurts, I really want you to take the cage off my dick, and I kind of want to give you a blowjob.”

  Adam’s mouth curved up in a smirk. “Just kind of?”

  David shrugged. “Maybe if you take the cage off?” he suggested, hopeful that Adam was feeling benevolent and would let himself be manipulated.

  Adam laughed, the sound heartfelt like it was coming from deep inside his stomach. He shook his head. “Nice try, but that isn’t coming off until at least tomorrow.”

  David tried not to perk up too much at that. Tomorrow was much, much better than their wedding night.

  Who even knew when that would be.

  “So do I still get a blowjob?” Adam asked, teasing like they both knew the answer. He lifted his hips, making David bounce slightly on his lap.

  “I guess,” David said, his mouth watering as Adam pushed him down to his knees between his legs.

  For a moment David just stared at the pronounced bulge in Adam’s jeans. He could clearly make out the shape of his shaft, the crown of his cockhead a solid line in the denim, along with the mound of his balls.

  Sliding his hands up Adam’s thighs, hard muscle and denim beneath his fingertips, David leaned in and nuzzled his cheek against the inside of his thigh.

  Musky and delicious, the scent of Adam’s crotch was heady and delightful, and David shuddered in anticipation of how intense it would get once he got his nose right into Adam’s balls.

  “Dirty boy,” Adam growled, grabbing him by the hair and pushing his face into his bulge. “You like the way daddy smells?”

  David shuddered, but he didn’t answer.

  Adam smacked his cheek. “Answer me, boy.”

  “I love it,” David moaned, breathing in deep and pushing into the bulge. He could feel Adam’s cock against his cheek, warm and stiff through the denim.

  “Good boy,” Adam said, reaching down and unbuttoning the top button of his jeans.

  From there on, David could do the rest. He took the zipper of Adam’s jeans between his teeth and worked it down, biting at the flap of fabric and tugging it down over the massive cock trapped underneath.

  Adam’s cock sprang free like a Jack-in-the-box, hitting his stomach with a hard bounce

  “Let me take my shirt off,” Adam mumbled, leaning forward and tugging off his tight tee.

  David reached up and licked over the exposed abs, kissing his way across the defined ridges of muscle until he reached the head of Adam’s cock nestled above his belly button.

  “Take it in your mouth,” Adam ordered, but David ignored him. He gave the fat head a wet kiss, and then licked his way down so that he could bury his nose in Adam’s neatly trimmed pubic hair, right at the base of his thick cock.

  He breathed in, and Adam laughed.

  “You’re such a little pig,” he growled, grabbing David by the hair again and holding him in place. “Maybe I should dress you up as a pig, huh? Is that what daddy’s boy wants? To be daddy’s nasty little pig?”

  David shook his head, glancing up to show Adam just how not on board he was with that idea. Puppy play was fine – puppies were cute – and though he’d seen cute pigs, he didn’t find the idea of being one even the slightest bit appealing.

  “Of course you don’t,” Adam chuckled. “You’re a puppy, aren’t you? Daddy’s good little puppy boy.”

  David didn’t answer verbally, but he figured that the way he licked his way up the vein on the underside of Adam’s cock was answer enough.

  Once he reached the top of Adam’s cock, he opened his mouth wide and took it into his mouth.

  After that it was Adam’s show. He grabbed David by the hair – using both hands – and held him steady while he fucked into his mouth and throat with practiced viciousness.

  Adam’s cock filled David’s throat, making him gag and choke until the tears were flowing faster than they had during the spanking.

  “You can take it,” Adam growled, pulling David’s head down on his cock, curling his stomach when he was all the way down and holding him in place.

  David felt surrounded and claimed. It was like the whole world faded into the background, just him and Adam’s cock in an ocean of calm.

  It felt like he was floating.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come,” Adam warned, David didn’t know how much later, as though David was no more than a passive hole for him to fuck. “Swallow it down, baby. Swallow my load.”

  David could feel Adam’s cock throb as he came – could hear his grunts and feel the tightening of his fists in his hair – but his cock was too deep to let David taste or actually feel the load in his mouth.

  Relaxing his grip on his hair, Adam sank back into the couch with a moan of pleasure. He ruffled David’s hair, hand moving down and thumb hooking in his cheek next to the softening cock still resting on his tongue.

  David stayed still, the weight of Adam’s cock in his mouth as impossible to break free from as the iron grip on his hair earlier.

  “You like that, huh?” Adam asked, removing his thumb. “Being daddy’s little cockwarmer?”

  David didn’t answer, but the words felt right. The floaty feeling from being used was just as strong as when he’d been getting his throat fucked.

  “You’re doing such a great job,” Adam said, stroking his hair tenderly. “Make yourself comfortable. You can stay down there as long as you want – daddy isn’t going anywhere.”

  David let his head rest against Adam’s inner thigh and closed his eyes, pulling his knees up to his chest and hugging them as he focused on the taste, weight and presence of Adam’s manhood resting on his tongue.

  It was heaven.

  * * *

  1

  Adam

  The next few days Adam dialed back the intensity. He released David from the chastity cage – rewarding him for his endurance with a very messy blowjob – and put the mittens and collar back in the closet for the time being.

  The last thing he wanted was for David to get overwhelmed and start pulling away. Adam would keep things vanilla – or at least some semblance thereof – until David himself indicated that he was ready to take things to the next level.

  It was no great sacrifice. David was good company, funny and effortlessly charming, and Adam genuinely enjoyed spending time with him. Besides, David was a kinky fucker at heart, and Adam knew that if he played the long game things were much more likely to end up how he wanted them.

  All he had to do was let things play out naturally.

  * * *

  “So you’re actually going through with it?” Derek Breer, one of the co-founders of the Blue Room, asked from his position next to him on the couch.

  It was a Friday night, and with David once again out having fun with his friends, Adam had decided to spend his evening at the club taking in the Friday night show.

  Running into Derek had been a pleasant surprise.

  Derek was a handsome stud in his early fifties, with thick black hair and a classically handsome face that meant he had no problem attracting women even without mentioning the fact that he was on the verge of becoming a billionaire. His body was toned from healthy eating, daily efforts in the gym, and what Adam suspected was just a touch of plastic surgery. At the moment he sat sipping a glass of bourbon while a bound and gagged woman knelt at his feet. They were in the VIP section of the club’s viewing area, hidden from view from the rest of the audience, watching one of the in-house doms working over a volunteer with a nasty looking flogger.

  “With what?” Adam asked, taking a sip of his whiskey. He didn’t take his eyes off the woman
getting flogged.

  “Marrying the Belvedere boy,” Derek clarified. He reached down and stroked the hair of the woman at his feet, making her shudder and close her eyes in pleasure. He closed his fist and tugged, making her moan.

  The noise earned her a gentle slap to the side of her head. She blushed, nudging her cheek against Derek’s thigh for forgiveness.

  “Why wouldn’t I?” Adam asked. He lifted an eyebrow and looked at the other man. “He’s gorgeous, submissive, and he comes bundled with a company worth billions. I’d be stupid not to snap him up.”

  Derek didn’t look convinced. “And he knows what he’s getting into with you?”

  Adam grinned, thinking of David all dressed up in puppy gear and crawling around on the floor. “He knows.”

  Derek seemed to accept that.

  “What about you?” Adam asked, studying his friend and his submissive for the evening. He’d never seen the girl before. “Are you and Celeste ever going to tie the knot?”

  Celeste was Derek’s girlfriend of ten years. They had an open relationship, fueled by their devoted love to each other and their respective love of bondage and younger men.

  Adam wasn’t sure how they made it work, but they did.

  “Nah, Celeste doesn’t want to get married.” Derek shrugged. “We’re happy with how things are now.”

  As if to demonstrate how happy, Derek grabbed his submissive by the back of her neck and pushed her face into the space between his thighs. Adam chuckled at the eager way she nosed against the bulge of his friend’s balls.

  It reminded him of how David liked to get between his legs. The boy had a thing for his scent, and Adam got just as much of a kick out of indulging him as David did pigging out.

  “As long as you’re happy,” he said, putting down his whiskey and once again turning his gaze to the stage. The volunteer getting flogged let out a cry of pain, making his cock twitch.

  “Right,” Derek agreed. He pushed the woman out from between his legs, nudging her into position with the toe of his shoe and then using her as a footstool. A little while later he nudged Adam’s shoulder to get his attention, grinning. “So am I allowed to throw you a bachelor party?”

  “A bachelor party?” Adam asked dubiously. The last time Derek had thrown him a party he’d hired a clown stripper to pop out of an enormous birthday cake and sing him happy birthday.

  Adam still had nightmares.

  David nodded, crossing his ankles over his submissive’s back. “I assume you’re making me best man, right?”

  Adam hadn’t actually thought that far ahead, but there was no one else he could think of he wanted to take on the job.

  “Of course.”

  “So it’s my job to throw you a party. I’ve got an idea I think you’ll enjoy.”

  Adam eyed him warily. For a man over fifty Derek could be remarkably immature.

  “No clowns,” he said, wondering why he wasn’t shutting this down now that he had the chance. “And no traveling. I’m not going to Vegas with you.”

  Derek grinned. “No clowns and I’ll keep it local, I promise.”

  * * *

  Adam watched the rest of the show. The house dom, a muscular beast who sadly only ever played with women, bent the volunteer over a fucking-bench and looked out at the audience with a grin. He grabbed her by her legs and crouched down to eat her out, noisy and eager, before leaning back and resting on his haunches. He reached into a bucket filled with clothespins, grabbing a handful and attaching them one by one to the volunteer’s inner thighs.

  The volunteer writhed and whimpered, letting out a scream when the dom stood up and resumed flogging her, using the braided leather to remove the clothespins in a flurry of well aimed blows.

  Adam was hard as a rock, the hand not holding his drink resting over the bulge of his erection and squeezing it gently through his suit.

  The dom finished removing the clothespins with the flogger and the volunteer slumped over the bench with an exhausted look on her face. She was breathing heavily, the dom standing over her like a conquering hero, his chest rising and falling just as fast as hers; both of them glistening with sweat and looking ecstatically satisfied.

  Adam decided to head home.

  Normally he would have stayed after the show and found someone to take care of his erection, but now that he was with David that was out of the question. Just because he wanted to loan David out and watch him get fucked didn’t mean he wanted to cheat.

  Derek, rolling his eyes at Adam’s early departure, grabbed his sub by the hair and headed to the upper level to play.

  “I’ll get in contact about the where and when of your bachelor party,” he said before he left, the sly grin stretching his mouth making Adam nervous.

  It was obvious that Derek had some sort of plan.

  Adam drove home, and when he arrived back at his penthouse he wasn’t surprised to find it empty. It was only midnight, and David would probably be out for another few hours at least. Making his way into the bedroom, Adam got undressed and brushed his teeth before crawling into bed.

  He missed having David there to cuddle with.

  Thinking about his handsome young lover, Adam smiled to himself. He hoped that David was having fun with his friends, but also that he was being responsible and not getting too drunk.

  Adam would not accept a repeat of David’s last evening out.

  Drinking so much that you needed help getting from the car and into the apartment was completely unacceptable. Adam had made it very clear that if David came home fall-down drunk again there would be hell to pay – and not the fun kind.

  David had looked properly intimidated by the stern warning.

  Grabbing David’s pillow, Adam hugged it against his chest in a cheap imitation of what he really wanted to be holding. Closing his eyes, he tried to let his mind go blank, but after a few minutes it became clear that it was a lost cause.

  He couldn’t sleep.

  Changing sides, Adam tried to find a comfortable position, but without David in his arms – pinned and trapped between the bulk of Adam’s body and the mattress – it was impossible.

  Growling, Adam sat up and turned on the lights. Manhandling the pillows up against the headboard and sitting up, he grabbed the remote to the TV and turned it on. Flipping through the channels for something to watch, he almost missed the sounds coming from the hallway.

  David must have come home, he realized, and from the sound of it he was making his way down the hallway opening and closing every door he passed.

  Adam waited, and after a few seconds the bedroom door opened and David poked his head in. Flushed and stumbling, the younger man’s face split into a wide grin at the sight of Adam sitting on the bed.

  “You’re here!” David said, voice loud and making Adam cringe at how drunk he sounded. He stumbled into the room, taking off his jacket as he walked and letting it fall to the floor. “I’ve looked everywhere for you. James – did you know that your doorman is named James? – helped me find your apartment, but then I got in and there are so many doors. But here you are!”

  “Here I am,” Adam said, frowning as David tripped onto the bed. The drunken wretch crawled forward on his elbows, dragging himself up the mattress until he could rest his head in Adam’s lap.

  The stench of beer and vodka was overwhelming.

  “Can I suck your dick?” David asked, opening his eyes and looking up at Adam with a puppy dog expression. If Adam weren’t so annoyed that David had disobeyed him and gotten drunk, he would have found it charming.

  “No.”

  David pouted. “Please?”

  He tried to push his face down into Adam’s lap, but the comforter got in the way. He tried to reach up to pull the comforter down, but Adam grabbed him by the hair and gave the thick locks a harsh yank.

  “Not tonight, puppy.”

  Wounded eyes stared up at him balefully.

  “Why are you being so mean?” David asked, wincing at the grip i
n his hair. He tried to pull away, but Adam gripped him tighter, making him whimper.

  The noise made Adam’s cock twitch.

  “What was my rule for tonight?” he asked, stern. When David didn’t answer he shook him. “Answer me.”

  “Don’t get drunk,” David mumbled.

  “And what are you?” Adam demanded.

  Wriggling forward, trying to ease the tension on his scalp, David whined, “I’m just a little tipsy. It’s not a big deal.”

  Adam breathed out through his nose, debating what to do. David needed to be punished – severely – the only question being if the punishment should start now or wait until he was sober.

  Glancing down at his defiant fiancé, Adam decided that there was no reason he couldn’t do both.

  David had no idea how much trouble he was in.

  Pushing David away, Adam climbed off the bed and pulled on his briefs. He turned toward David and crossed his arms. “Let’s do a little sobriety test, then. Stand up and walk heel to toe across the room.”

  David didn’t move.

  “What?” he blinked up at Adam, shifting his position and sitting up. He hesitated before smiling. “Are we roleplaying? Do you have a police uniform?”

  Adam glared, not saying a word, and slowly the smile slid off David’s face and he scooted off the bed.

  He stumbled the moment his feet hit the floor, catching himself on the mattress and laughing at his own clumsiness.

  “Not a great start,” Adam commented, his cock hardening in anticipation. David was about to find out what a bad idea it was to disobey him.

  “I can do it,” David mumbled, pushing himself up and turning around. He started walking across the room, though his heel was nowhere near his toe and he stumbled several times. When he reached the wall he caught himself and turned around with a grin. “See! I said I could do it.”

  Adam laughed, shaking his head and heading into the closet. “Stay there,” he called over his shoulder when David moved to follow him.