by Heart, D. J.
The night before he’d met up with Misha and Amy, and what was supposed to be a quiet night in had quickly morphed into a raging party with more beer and vodka than good sense.
He’d gotten so drunk.
“Did I dream it or did you hogtie me in the bathtub and put ginger up my butt?”
“Not a dream,” Adam said, climbing onto the bed and straddling David from over the covers. He lowered himself down on his elbows so that he hovered over David’s face, kissing his cheek and biting gently at his jaw. “Part one of your punishment. Are you ready for part two?”
David couldn’t help the way his cock twitched. He’d woken up hard, and Adam crawling on top of him like the world’s heaviest blanket had only made him harder.
“I’m hung over,” he complained, at the same time as he arched his hips and pressed his erection up against the bulk of Adam’s body.
“Because you got drunk,” Adam said, suddenly sounding a lot less friendly. He sat up, putting the bulk of his weight on David’s chest and glared down at him. David was surprised to see that he looked genuinely angry.
“I’m a grown up, Adam. I can get drunk if I want to.”
David tried to make his voice firm, but the effect was ruined by Adam grabbing him by the throat and squeezing down on his Adam’s apple.
“Is that what you think?” Adam asked, a dangerous glint in his eye. David swallowed, the action emphasizing the pressure on his throat and making his balls pull up in pleasure.
He didn’t get why this was turning him on so much.
“Yeah,” he said, looking Adam right in the eye.
Adam tilted his head and studied him. “I thought we were on the same page here, David. I’m in charge. If I tell you not to get drunk, you don’t get drunk.”
Annoyed and turned on in equal measure, David shook his head as much as the grip on his throat would allow. “You’re in charge in the bedroom, sure, but not in real life.”
Adam’s eyebrows rose up and he laughed. “You’re cute, but you’re wrong. I am in charge of you, in the bedroom and in real life.” The hand on his throat slid up to cup his cheek, a blunt thumb pushing into the corner of his mouth. “I own you.”
David didn’t know what to say. His cock was hard and he was turned on, but the sincerity in Adam’s voice was terrifying. David wasn’t a little kid or a pet and he didn’t want to be treated as one.
Did he?
“Red,” David blurted out, remembering that he had a safeword.
Adam frowned, but he withdrew his hand and climbed off David’s chest. He stood at the edge of the bed and stared down at him. “Really, David?”
“I just need to think,” David said, his heart hammering against his chest.
“All right. Come into the kitchen when you’re ready and we’ll talk.”
Adam left the room, and David was left feeling more confused than ever.
Did he want Adam to be in charge of him – to tell him what he could and couldn’t do?
David honestly didn’t know. So far Adam had taken charge a lot – in bed and out – but he hadn’t been a tyrant. When David told him he was going out with his friends, Adam hadn’t objected or told him he needed permission – all he’d done was instruct him not to drink himself into oblivion.
Sitting up, silky cotton surrounding him like a cloud of fluff, David hugged his chest and wondered what he was going to do.
It was nice, in a way, to have someone set limits. His mother had tried when his behavior started getting him into the gossip pages, but only after the fact and never very hard.
Telling him he had to get married and settled down to keep access to his trust had been a severe and unexpected escalation.
Heading into the bathroom, David washed his face and studied himself in the mirror. Though he was hung over he looked much better than he usually did after a night out drinking with Misha and Amy.
He thought back to the night before. He remembered Adam standing behind him, strong arms around him, muscular pecs pushing into his back, and felt warmth spreading in his belly.
Being taken care of – being cuddled and coddled – made him feel better than he ever had before. Safe and able to just let go, the feeling of taking a break from having to worry or think for himself while Adam made him feel good was intoxicating.
It was dangerous, how quickly he could get used to that sort of care.
What if Adam got bored or found out that David wasn’t worth the effort? What would he do then?
The thought made him look away from his reflection with a frown.
He didn’t want to find out.
Gathering his thoughts, David put on a pair of sweats and a comfortable t-shirt and headed out in search of Adam. He found him in the kitchen, right where he’d said he was going to be.
“Feeling okay?” Adam asked, cradling a cup of coffee in both hands and leaning his elbows on the table. The position showcased his muscular forearms, big hands and broad shoulders. He really was annoyingly good looking.
“Sure,” David said, sitting down on the other side of the table. “I just got a little overwhelmed for a second there.”
“Because I said I own you?” Adam asked, smiling like they were sharing an inside joke.
“No,” David said, honestly. “I guess I just… I feel guilty for disappointing you and I freaked out.”
Saying it out loud David knew that he’d come to the right conclusion. Adam wasn’t overbearing in his domination, and the truth was that David liked it. He liked the limits, the expectations and the feeling when Adam told him he’d been good.
Realizing that Adam was genuinely disappointed in his behavior had been a shock.
Other people had been disappointed in the consequences of his behavior before, but never really in him – and never so that he felt bad about it.
“You should feel guilty,” Adam said, no mercy. “I expect you to take much better care of yourself than you did last night. But I’m not angry with you, and after you take your punishment we’ll move on and you’ll be back to being my good boy. Sound good?”
David let out a relieved breath and nodded, cheeks straining from wanting to smile. He gave in to the feeling.
Adam looked at him, serious expression back on his face.
“You know that I don’t want to micromanage your life, right?” he asked, putting his coffee down. “I like making rules for you, and I expect you to follow them, but I’m not interested in being some kind of dictator – and if it gets to be too much we can always talk about it. I don’t want to be unreasonable.”
“Okay,” David said, Adam only confirming what he already knew.
“Well?” Adam asked, raising one eyebrow. David had never been able to control his eyebrows independently like that and he wished he could. It was an effective expression.
“What?” David asked, not sure what Adam wanted.
“Is it too much?”
David shook his head. “No. I like it.”
Adam grinned, leaning back in his chair and licking the corner of his mouth. “So are you ready for the second part of your punishment?”
David’s stomach flipped. They were still doing that?
An enema and the belt – that wasn’t going to be easy.
He couldn’t wait.
“Right now?” he asked.
“Right now,” Adam confirmed. The older man stood up and walked around the table, his strong hairy thighs drawing David’s attention. He remembered those thighs wrapped around his neck, squeezing and choking him, and the memory made his cock twitch.
He wanted Adam to do that again.
“Come on, let’s get this over with,” Adam said, coming to stand next to David and putting a hand on the back of his neck. He maneuvered David out of the chair and marched him toward the bedroom.
David didn’t miss the fact that Adam’s cock was straining against the fabric of his briefs, the older man reaching down and squeezing himself as they walked. It was pretty obvious that they
were both going to get off on what was about to happen.
“On the bed,” Adam instructed, pushing David right to the edge of the mattress. Lying down, David was confused.
Were they starting with the belt?
While David got onto the bed, pushing the comforter up and away and lying down on the rumpled sheet, Adam went into the bathroom. He came back with the inflatable nozzle belonging to the enema bag and a bottle of lube, lathering the nozzle up and climbing up onto the mattress and straddling David’s thighs.
“In we go,” he said, pouring a stream of lube into David’s crack and then shoving the nozzle in with an insistent push.
David let out a grunt at the unexpected intrusion, but he knew that this was nothing compared to what came next.
He was right. Adam inflated the nozzle until David was gritting his teeth from the stretch, and then went into the bathroom to prepare the enema bag. David could hear the water running in the other room as Adam filled the bag, and it seemed to go on forever.
“I don’t want any complaining, okay?” Adam said when he came back out, attaching the bag to a hook hanging from the ceiling. David hadn’t noticed the hook before and wondered how he’d missed it. “If you can’t keep quiet there’s a gag with your name on it waiting in the closet.”
David’s skin prickled in anticipation. Even though he knew that the enema would be horrible, he was perversely looking forward to it.
“Here we go,” Adam said, unclipping the clamp on the enema hose. David could feel cold water rushing into his hole, the wet cool inside of him just as unsettling and strange as the last time they’d done this. “You’re taking the whole bag this time.”
Hadn’t he taken the whole bag the last time, David wondered? He glanced up and behind him, seeing the bulging red rubber bag hanging from the ceiling. He couldn’t believe that all of that was going inside of him. It didn’t seem like there would be room.
The first cramp came not long after the water started rushing into his hole, but David grit his teeth and forced himself to stay quiet. It didn’t help at all when Adam manhandled him onto his side, folding his leg up and lying down behind him, hand moving to his belly where it started to push and squeeze like a doctor doing an abdominal exam.
David whimpered, resisting the urge to cry out when Adam pushed four fingers down into his belly button like he was trying to force the water right back out of him.
If that was the intention, it didn’t work. The inflatable nozzle held, not a drop of water escaping David’s rapidly filling guts.
“You’re being such a good boy,” Adam growled into his neck, hand still cruelly playing and pushing against his stomach. He mouthed wetly at the back of his neck. “Filling up for daddy like a little whore.”
David whimpered, arching his back as he tried to endure the never ending pressure inside of him. His belly was getting hard and distended, making him feel like an overfilled water balloon.
“Should keep you like this,” Adam mumbled, lips soft against the back of David’s ear. “Fill you up every morning and plug you tight, make you my pregnant little bitch.”
David wrinkled his nose in distaste. The pregnancy fantasy did nothing for him, taking him out of the moment and making the pressure even harder to bear.
“You want that, baby? You want daddy to breed your hole and make you pregnant?”
“No,” David mumbled through gritted teeth, another cramp starting.
He didn’t realize his mistake until Adam kissed his cheek and got off the bed, coming back with an evil looking gag in his hand and a gleeful expression on his face.
“Open up,” Adam said, bringing the huge penis shaped gag to David’s lips. “This hole is for sucking cock, not for talking back.”
David grimaced, lips parting to allow the rubber monster entry.
The stretch of his jaw was horrible, and the fake cock pressed against the back of his throat so that he felt one breath away from gagging.
Adam fastened the leather strap around his face, pulling the buckle tight and kissing his cheek. “There you go. All nice and quiet for daddy.”
The next twenty minutes passed in a blur. The enema went from uncomfortable and awful to truly horrible, the third cramp making David cry like a baby.
It hurt.
Adam had no mercy, and when David cried it just seemed to turn him on more. He pressed his hard cock into David’s back, rutting against him while squeezing and groping him with no care for how awful he felt.
“All done,” Adam growled, the words coming out of nowhere. It took David a second to realize that he was talking about the bag. The hand on his belly moved south, wrapping around his cock and stroking him with slow, gentle strokes.
David hadn’t even realized he was still hard.
“Mhm!” he protested, the too gentle touch of Adam’s hand more frustrating than anything. He wasn’t stroking him hard enough to make him come, and with the added pain of the enema the teasing was entirely unwelcome.
“You’re holding the enema until you shoot your little load,” Adam said, brushing the tip of David’s cock with his thumb. The touch sent an electric spark up David’s cock, pushing him that much closer to orgasm.
David tried to rut his hips into Adam’s grip, but his evil tormentor only let his hand move with him so that the movement accomplished nothing at all. With a cry of frustration, muffled by the gag but still loud, David stilled.
Adam laughed. “Poor puppy. Do you want daddy’s help?”
David nodded, making a noise that he thought sounded appropriately pleading.
“Okay, baby. I’ll help you.”
The grip on David’s cock tightened, Adam’s strokes speeding up as he worked David’s straining cock toward orgasm.
When David finally came he was so relieved he’d get to let go of the enema that he barely had the energy left over to enjoy the actual orgasm.
“Think you have one more in you?” Adam asked, thumb circling over the now sensitive head of his cockhead.
David let out a muffled scream of horrified protest, making Adam laugh.
“I’m just teasing you, puppy. Let’s go to the bathroom and empty you out.”
Relieved, David let Adam help him off the bed and into the toilet. Deflating the plug and expelling the water was gross, but when he was done and had taken a thorough shower he felt great.
Then he remembered that Adam still wanted to use the belt on his ass.
Walking out of the bathroom, steam billowing out past him and a towel wrapped around his waist, David saw Adam sitting on the edge of the mattress. He was still in his briefs, but he’d put on a pair of leather gloves, and in his hands he held a belt and a piece of ginger carved into an evil little plug.
“I thought we’d try this again,” he said, standing up and holding up the ginger. He grabbed David by the neck and moved him to the bed, the smooth leather of his palm making David shudder.
He didn’t know why, but the gloves were incredibly hot. They made Adam’s already huge hands seem even bigger, and the stark black leather added an intimidation factor that David couldn’t explain.
He wished Adam would wear them more often.
The ginger, on the other hand, he could do without. He wasn’t sure if being drunk the night before had made the experience of being figged easier or harder to bear, but he wasn’t in any hurry to find out.
It seemed like Adam wasn’t going to give him a choice in the matter.
“You’ll get twenty with the belt and ten on your hole with my fingers. After that your punishment will be over and we can do whatever you want.”
“Promise?” David asked, biting his lip. Even though he knew that he was in for even more pain, he was still having fun.
It still shocked him how much fun he could have being abused.
“Within reason,” Adam amended. He ripped the towel away from David’s body and pushed him down across the mattress, his leather clad hand splayed over the center of David’s back like a
brand. “Now spread your knees and keep your hands above your head. I want you to take this without having to be tied down.”
“Yes daddy,” David said, grinning at the way Adam’s breath hitched at the use of the word.
Being able to affect him like that made David’s cock start to get hard, though he was still to spent from his previous exhausting orgasm to get fully hard.
“You don’t have to count.”
That was all the warning David got before Adam brought the belt down on his ass. He barely had time to register the sound of leather cutting through the air before he heard the impact and pain bloomed up his back.
Adam wasn’t holding back.
“One,” Adam counted, lifting his arm and bringing the belt down again.
“Two.”
David closed his eyes and grit his teeth, wondering why the fuck he was enjoying himself. Normal people didn’t like getting beaten, did they?
“Three.”
He shouldn’t kink-shame himself, David admonished, feeling a little hysterical. So what if he got off on being used and hurt? It was his business and he shouldn’t have to explain himself to himself.
“Four.”
Adam’s voice was a rough growl, his huge body glistening with the beginnings of a sweat and his hands gloved and menacing. He was like some kind of bondage god conjured up from the deepest crevices of David’s imagination.
“Five.”
David gripped the sheets tight and fought the urge to reach back and protect his vulnerable ass. There was a pause and David opened his eyes to look over his shoulder to see what was happening.
Adam had the ginger plug his hand, belt resting around his neck as he lubed the evil little thing up.
“Okay, let’s try it with the ginger,” he said, sounding happy – like he was having the time of his life whipping David’s ass to hell and back and stuffing it full of ginger.
David closed his eyes, having forgotten the ginger plug after Adam failed to insert it. He should have known that Adam wasn’t going to forget it. Not after he went to the trouble of carving it.
Adam crouched down behind him, spreading his ass with his gloved hands and licking across his hole. The sudden pleasure was a sharp contrast to the pain of the belt, making David’s toes curl. Adam leaned back, smacking his cheeks one by one before inserting the homemade plug.