Honor/Obey: The Complete Collection

by Heart, D. J.

  David swallowed, his eyes wide.

  “Is he going to… I mean, is he just going to watch, or?” David trailed off, struggling to put his question into words.

  “Is he going to fuck you?” Adam said, cock hardening in his briefs at how nervous David sounded. “If everything goes as planned, yes. Are you okay with that?”

  David nodded.

  “I want you to say it.”

  “I’m okay with it.”

  Adam gave a cruel little tug to David’s earlobe before reaching up and ruffling his hair. He put his hand back on the wheel and focused on the road. “Good. You’ll have your safeword, though I don’t think you’re going to need it.”

  David stayed silent, squirming in nervous anticipation. Adam reached between his legs, eliciting a startled gasp at the unexpected grope, and felt his hard cock.

  Nervous, sure, but very turned on.

  Fifteen minutes later they reached the club. Adam got out of the car and handed the keys to the valet, throwing his arm over David’s shoulder and leading him up the stairs and through the front door.

  From the outside no one would be able to tell that the building was anything but an exclusive country club. The doormen looked perfectly ordinary, uniforms crisp and modest, and the concierge that checked club IDs in the lobby looked like she could have been stationed in any other moderately exclusive club in the country.

  It wasn’t until they passed into the second lobby that the club’s true purpose became clear. The large space was lit with live candles, casting a golden glow over the marble floors and sumptuous furniture, guests dressed in everything from full rubber uniforms to casual linen suits and everything in between mingling and sipping drinks. Waiters circulated, both male and female, their waists cinched tight by heavy corsets and their necks adorned with thick leather collars. Some of them were gagged, bright red balls caught behind their teeth, and each and every one of them was off limits.

  It was hard enough to attract workers given the uncomfortable uniform and the depraved things they’d witness. Asking them to whore themselves out was a step too far.

  Adam looked around, a sense of deep satisfaction filling his chest at what he and his friends had put together.

  The club hemorrhaged money, but Adam and the other founders didn’t care. They could afford it, and the purpose of the club was anything but profit.

  This was a place to have fun.

  “This is insane,” David said, sounding shocked. He looked around, gaze stopping at something that transformed his expression a mingle of horror and lust. When Adam followed his line of sight he could see why his reaction was so extreme.

  “That’s Cody and his master Rex,” he said, gesturing to the young man on the floor that had David’s attention. “Rex is one of the cofounders of the club, and he’s the owner of the pony farm we’re visiting this weekend. Want to go meet them?”

  “Doesn’t that hurt?” David asked, ignoring the question and staring at Cody. The boy was trussed up in one of his usual puppy costumes – on his knees and elbows with his hands and feet tucked away at painful angles – looking miserable. He had an enormous plug in his ass and a massive O-ring gag holding his mouth open, and he was fidgeting and moving around with an expression on his face like he wished he could scream.

  “Probably,” Adam said, his cock hardening at the sight. He’d had his doubts when he first met Rex how consensual his relationship to Cody really was, but after meeting the boy one-on-one out of bondage it was clear that Cody loved his life with Rex.

  Adam had been jealous, though he wasn’t sure he had the stomach to push someone as far as Cody obviously liked to be pushed.

  Rex caught them staring, and on recognizing Adam his face split into a huge grin. He tugged on Cody’s leash and made his way across the floor. Cody scrambled to keep up so that he wouldn’t end up being dragged by his neck.

  “Adam, I was hoping to see you here tonight,” Rex said, pulling Adam in for a quick one armed hug. He stepped back and looked at David. “And you brought your new boy. Is this the one you’re bringing up to the farm this weekend?”

  “It is,” Adam confirmed, pulling David under his arm and holding him there. “My fiancé.”

  If Rex was offended by the protective move he didn’t show it.

  “I wish I could be there,” Rex said, looking down at Cody. “But this one is having a birthday party up at the house and I promised him he’d have my full attention.”

  At the words Cody let out a little whine and rubbed his cheek against the side of Rex’s suit, like he was grateful.

  “Maybe next time,” Adam said, fascinated by the devoted expression on Cody’s face. The gag forced him to drool, and his jaw had to be in agony, but when he looked up at his master there was nothing but love in his eyes.

  “I hope so,” Rex said, looking at David with a hungry grin. “Though I’m sure Max and the boys will take good care of you.”

  “I’m sure they will,” Adam agreed. “Are you staying to watch tonight’s show?”

  “No, we’re on our way out,” Rex said, crouching down and petting Cody’s hair under the fake ears sticking out of his headband. “I’m going to get this guy changed into some normal clothes and then we’re going on a date. He’s been a full time puppy for a few weeks now and I thought I’d give him a break. Isn’t that right, Cody?” Rex took Cody’s face in his hands and squished his cheeks together.

  In response, Cody let out a strange bark-like noise that had Rex laughing and kissing his nose.

  “Well then, have fun on your date,” Adam said, wondering how Rex could stand not having a real conversation with his sub for that long.

  Play was fun, but Adam actually liked David. Several weeks as a puppy and he’d miss him.

  “Thank you, we will.” Rex stood up. “Have fun tonight, and this weekend!”

  Adam inclined his head, saying goodbye and watching as Rex dragged Cody toward the changing rooms. When he looked down at David’s face, the boy’s eyes were wide.

  “Did he say weeks?” David sounded horrified.

  “They’re intense,” Adam said, pulling him into the curl of his bicep and kissing his cheek. “Think you could handle something like that?”

  David’s eyes widened and his eyebrows crawled up toward his hairline. He shook his head vigorously. “Are you kidding me? Did you see that guy – I’m still trying to figure out if I should call the police to rescue him.”

  Adam laughed. “Please don’t. Neither one of them would thank you for it, and I’d be banned from the club.”

  David shook his head, still looking like he couldn’t believe what he’d just witnessed.

  Adam wondered what he would say when he saw the farm. Cody wouldn’t be there, but several other of Rex’s pets would be. Adam had a sneaking suspicion that some of the human ponies on the farm had been kept that way for years.

  Rex assured him they’d all signed contracts, but Adam still sometimes felt guilty when he entered the stables and saw the muscle-bound men tied up and kept like beasts. There was something wild and desperate in their eyes, and Rex’s stable masters were never gentle with them.

  The guilt wasn’t enough that he didn’t visit the farm, of course, but it was enough that he sometimes wondered if maybe he was a terrible person.

  “Do you want a drink?” Adam asked, grabbing the hair at the nape of David’s neck and giving it a little tug. “I don’t want you getting buzzed, but some of the mocktails here are actually quite good.”

  “Sure,” David said, his eyes still a little wide. Adam flagged down a waiter and grabbed two glasses of some sort of orange drink off his tray. He handed one to David and clinked their glasses together.

  “To your first time at the club.”

  David looked a little startled at the toast, but he drank and licked his lips.

  “This is good,” he said, sounding surprised. Adam took a sip of his own and nodded his agreement. It was good, but that was expected. The club
had excellent bartenders.

  “It is. Are you ready to go upstairs? The show is starting soon and I’d like to tie you up before it starts.”

  David choked on his drink, his face turning red at Adam’s blunt mention of tying him up, but after he got himself under control he nodded. He ducked his head and looked at Adam through his lashes, smiling.

  “Sounds like fun.”

  2

  David

  David didn’t know what to make of the club. It was far more elaborate than what he’d pictured. Everywhere he looked there were people in bondage, on their knees next to their masters or standing with their heads bowed, acting like it was the most natural thing in the world.

  David envied them that confidence.

  Leading him up the stairs, Adam took him all the way up to the third floor and into a well stocked playroom. There was a padded fucking bench in the middle of the room, bolted securely to the floor, along with a pillory and a St. Andrew’s cross on opposite sides of the room.

  The walls were lined with whips, floggers and all kinds of canes and paddles.

  “Take off your clothes,” Adam said, pushing him into the room with a hand on his back and closing the door behind them. It shut with a menacing thud. “Down to your underwear.”

  David obeyed, watching Adam like a hawk while the older man walked over to a chest by the wall and pulled out several pieces of rope. Stomach tingling with nervous butterflies, David stared as Adam tested the different lengths of rope between his fingers. The sight of Adam’s big hands stroking the fibers of the ropes, his expression focuses and intense, went right to David’s cock.

  He’d never known someone who could make fondling a rope look sexy, but Adam did.

  Adam stood up and came to stand a few feet away from David. In his underwear, and with Adam still clothed, David was distinctly aware of his own nudity in a way that was very different from the feeling of two people being naked together.

  “What are you looking at?” David asked. Adam’s silent observation was making him restless and anxious.

  Adam smiled. He took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his cuffs, rolling up his sleeves and exposing his muscular forearms. He took a step forward, moving into David’s personal space in what felt like a deliberate effort to crowd him.

  Still not speaking, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of leather gloves.

  Mouth dry, David watched Adam put them on. They were familiar thin black leather, showing off every vein and knuckle of Adam’s hands, and David was distinctly reminded of how Adam had punished him the last time he’d worn them.

  The memory had David’s balls pulling up in arousal.

  Without warning, Adam lifted his hand and slapped him across the face. David heard the loud smack more than he felt it, his head swinging to the side under the force of the blow.

  “Are you going to be good for me?” Adam asked, his voice a stern growl. David couldn’t believe how turned on he was. The slap hadn’t been hard – barely enough to turn his head – but it had startled him and made him feel deliciously humiliated. That together with Adam’s growling was making his cock throb and ache to be touched.

  “I will, daddy,” he said, taking a step forward so that he could nuzzle his face against Adam’s chest. Adam’s shirt was still buttoned all the way up and he was wearing a royal blue tie, the white cotton stretched taut over his muscular chest.

  Adam caught him by the hair and stopped him. Yanking his head back, he stared down at him with a cruel smirk.

  “You sure about that, baby?” he asked, leaning down and licking a stripe up David’s jaw that ended in a bite. “Daddy wants to share you tonight – wants to show his friend how good your mouth is, how tight your little hole. Will you make daddy proud?”

  “Mh hm,” David mumbled, the fist in his hair tightening and pulling his head further back. His throat was strained and he couldn’t close his mouth, Adam’s teeth on his throat scraping his Adam’s apple painfully.

  “Yeah? You’re going to let daddy and his friend double team you?” Adam growled, sucking a hickey under his jaw. “Going to let daddy’s friend beat you up while daddy watches?”

  David let out a whine of assent and brought his hand to the front of his briefs, needing to touch himself. His trapped cock felt like it would explode at any second.

  Adam let go of his hair and stepped back, slapping him again. This time he hit harder and David felt a lingering sting on his cheek, though he didn’t have time to contemplate it before Adam grabbed his jaw and squeezed.

  “That’s right, baby. You’re going to be good for daddy, because if you’re not you’re going to get punished. Now get those greedy hands off your cock and put them behind your back. Daddy is going to tie you up.”

  Moaning, David stopped squeezing his rock hard cock through his underwear and put his hands behind his back. He watched as Adam circled him, tall and muscular, his gloved hands uncoiling one of the lengths of black rope and finding the middle.

  “You’re going to look so pretty, baby,” Adam murmured, pressing himself up against David’s back and bringing the rope around his chest. He crossed the rope between David’s shoulder blades, looping it up around his neck and then weaving it down his torso in a pattern of knots that dug firmly into David’s skin.

  “Feel nice?” Adam asked, pressing a gloved finger under the rope crossing over David’s pectoral. In the process he pressed down on David’s nipple, rubbing across the tender nub and making it hard.

  “Very nice, daddy,” David said, looking down at the latticework of rope covering his chest and stomach. So far it looked like the rope was just for decoration. He hadn’t lost any range of movement, and other than being a little tight he didn’t feel restricted.

  “Looks nice, too.” Adam grabbed a new length of rope, and this time he wrapped it around David’s wrists, working it up his arms to his elbows and linking the knots to the rope already wrapped around his torso.

  “Feel okay?” Adam asked, grabbing David’s shoulders and massaging them. The way he’d tied the ropes meant that they were pulled back, pushing his chest forward, but it didn’t hurt.

  “Yes,” David said, trying to wriggle his arms and not really getting anywhere.

  Adam slapped him, grabbing his jaw and holding his face pressed back into his chest. His arms dug into the cotton stretched tight over Adam’s abs, his hands landing over his bulge.

  “Yes what?” Adam growled, giving David’s head a little shake.

  “Yes, daddy,” David corrected, his hands finding Adam’s cock and fondling the hard length. Adam kissed his cheek, slipping two fingers into his mouth and letting them rest on his tongue. He held them there for a minute, letting David feel their weight and taste the leather, before pushing them toward the back of David’s mouth and making him gag.

  “Good boy,” Adam said, withdrawing the leather clad digits and wiping them on David’s cheek. “All you need now is your leash and collar and we can go watch the show.” He walked over to the wall, taking a leather collar and leash off the shelf and turning toward David.

  He looked like the best kind of villain.

  David stood still while Adam came over and wrapped the delicate collar around his throat, cinching it tight and clipping the short leash to the ring in front. Adam wrapped the end of the leash around his palm, and for a second they just stood there staring at each other.

  “You ready for this?” Adam asked.

  Blushing, David nodded. He knew that Adam wasn’t talking about watching the show, but rather about sharing him with the dom that would be performing it.

  “I am, daddy.”

  Adam grinned.

  * * *

  They went down to the second floor where the show would be taking place. The stage was elevated about a foot off the floor and extended into the room in a half circle. Though it was dark now, David could see theater lights hanging from the ceiling pointing at the stage.

  Even without the
lights David could tell that the stage was set up to look like the dungeon Adam had taken him to on the floor above, with a fucking bench, a St. Andrew’s cross and a series of hooks hanging from the ceiling, while the audience watched from a series of small tables just like you would at a dinner show.

  Adam led him by the leash to a private sofa set into an alcove in the wall that shielded it from view of the rest of the audience.

  Taking a seat, he maneuvered David between his legs and put his feet up on the small table in front of the couch. He pulled David down to sit between his legs, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight.

  “Legs up on the table,” Adam ordered when David struggled to get comfortable. He did as he was told, placing his bare feet between Adam’s dress shoes.

  “Comfy?” Adam asked, one arm crossed over David’s stomach, his other hand resting over David’s pectoral so that he could play with his nipple.

  “Not really,” David said, his bound arms pulling at his shoulders and making it impossible to lean back and relax. He glanced down at the table and he was embarrassed to see how much bigger Adam’s feet looked next to his own.

  “Tough luck,” Adam said, pinching his nipple and twisting it. The pain was sudden and intense, making David cry out.

  He clamped his mouth shut. Though he couldn’t see them, he knew that there were people getting ready to watch the show just a few feet away, and he knew that they could hear him.

  “You don’t like it when daddy plays with your nipples?” Adam asked, sliding his hand across David’s chest and giving his unmolested nipple the same treatment. This time David grit his teeth and stayed silent.

  The pain was like a jolt right down to his cock, and though he hated the feeling, it made his cock throb and his balls clench with arousal.

  “I asked you a question,” Adam warned, still playing with his nipple, twisting and pinching it cruelly with his gloved fingers.