by Heart, D. J.
“It’s okay,” David said, the words spoken through gritted teeth.
“Good boy.” Adam let go of David’s nipple and stroked it soothingly. “How would you feel about getting these pierced?”
David had no idea how to answer that.
“I don’t know,” he finally said. “Do you want me to?”
“Maybe,” Adam mused, rubbing David’s sore nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger. “I could run a chain between them – have something to hold on to and play with when I’m bored.”
David pictured himself kneeling at Adam’s feet, his cock hard and leaking as Adam absentmindedly played with the chain. He could practically feel the tug on his nipples, the constant stimulation, and he knew that it would be glorious.
“I can… maybe I could get them pierced?” David suggested, his stomach clenching when Adam buried his face in his neck and bit down on his sternoid.
“I’ll set it up after we get home from the farm,” Adam promised.
David wished his hands were free so that he could touch himself, but since they weren’t, he had to settle for the way his briefs pushed back against his rock hard cock.
“Stop squirming,” Adam chided, slapping the inside of his thigh. “The show is about to start. I want you to watch Sam and pick four things he does during the show that you want him to do to you.”
David stilled. Looking out at the stage, he could see that the stage lights had been turned on and the rest of the room darkened.
A man walked up onto the stage, carrying a large bulky duffle bag over his shoulder, dressed in leather pants, knee high leather boots, and a chest harness that framed his muscular pecs beautifully.
He was, like Adam had promised, very tall.
If this was Sam, David was in for a treat. He was gorgeous.
“Is that Sam?” David asked.
“It is.” Adam sounded amused.
Sam’s chin was strong and dimpled, his jaw covered in a neatly trimmed black beard, and his cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass.
“Looks good, doesn’t he?” Adam said, hand going down to David’s crotch to rest over the mound of his cock.
“He’s not as buff as you,” David whispered back, not quite comfortable enough to lavish praise on someone who wasn’t Adam – even if they deserved it.
Sam might not be as buff as Adam, but he still had big biceps and a built chest, and his shoulders were nice and wide.
“He’s not far off,” Adam said, almost scolding. “And his cock is huge. I can’t wait to watch it stretching out your ass.”
David let out a strangled moan. On stage, Sam dropped the duffle bag on the floor and looked out at the audience with a smile. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s show.”
His voice was lighter than David had expected, but his command of the room was undeniable. There was a confidence to his presence that made you want to sit up and listen. A natural authority.
He glanced at the alcove where Adam and David were sitting and winked. “I’d like to introduce my scene partner, David.”
David’s heart leaped into his throat, a cold sweat breaking out all over his body. Shocked didn’t even begin to describe how he felt. There was no way he could go up on stage and let Sam dominate him in front of a room full of people.
He couldn’t. Red.
Eyes never leaving David, Sam gave the duffle bag at his feet a little kick and crouched down. He unzipped the bag, exposing a curled up man inside with a gag in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes. Looking right at David, he grabbed the man by his hair and lifted his head up so that he faced the crowd.
“David, say hello to our audience.”
The bound man let out a muffled noise that might have sounded something like hello. Sam reached under his arms and lifted him out, holding him upright until he could stand on his own.
David was confused, panic making him slow, but then he realized the trick that had been played. The man in the bag was named David.
“I would have warned you, but this was more fun,” Adam whispered into his ear.
“You asshole!” David hissed, his heart still hammering like he’d run a marathon.
“What was that?” Adam asked, reaching down and squeezing his balls. David bit back a scream, the pain shooting up into his belly like stabs of lighting.
“Nothing, you’re the best daddy,” he hissed, not even trying to keep his voice down. He couldn’t believe how much it hurt.
“Don’t forget it,” Adam said, letting go of his balls and giving them a gentle pat. David looked up at the stage and was mortified to see Sam grinning at him. Adam gave the man a little wave, making him nod in acknowledgment before looking out at the main audience.
“David here is a prospective member of our little club,” Sam said, putting his hands on the smaller man’s shoulders. He turned him to the left and then the right to show him off. “He’s very eager to impress you all. Isn’t that right, David?”
The David on stage nodded, once again making a muffled noise that sounded like he was trying to say yes.
“That’s right.” Sam curled his arm around stage David’s neck, putting him in a headlock and rubbing his knuckles over his scalp like a high school bully. “He’s a very good boy. You’re all in for a treat.”
David watched as the other David let himself be manhandled, his eyes drawn to the way Sam’s flexed bicep pushed against the guy’s neck. Having been held that way himself he knew how good it felt – how constricting and humiliating.
He definitively wanted Sam to hold him like that when it was time for them to play.
“Don’t move.” Sam released the other David from the headlock and stepped back, going to a control on the wall and lowering two of the ropes hanging from the ceiling. There were cuffs attached to the end of the ropes and Sam made quick work of securing them around the other David’s wrists. He then brought the ropes back up, pulling the other David’s arms up and apart until his feet lifted off the floor and he was standing on his toes.
“You want him to string you up like that?” Adam asked, his hand kneading David’s cock through his briefs with firm strokes.
“Maybe,” David answered, arousal squirming in his belly. He wanted to see what Sam was going to do before agreeing to anything.
Adam gave David’s nipple a pinch at his noncommittal response, but after that he let it be.
David leaned his head back against Adam’s chest, Adam’s chin coming to rest on top of his head, and watched as Sam got to work.
The first thing Sam did was attach a set of large clamps to the other David’s nipples. The guy clearly wasn’t expecting it, Sam coming up behind him and attaching both clamps at once, screaming through his gag as Sam laughed.
“You love it,” Sam laughed, grabbing a flogger off the wall and trailing the leather tails over the other David’s ass to let him feel them. He delivered a few barely there blows, his arm slow and putting no force behind them, teasing the other David and making him moan in frustration.
It was clear he wanted it harder.
Sam circled him, hitting his ass from different angles, gradually building speed and force until the sound of the flogger hitting the other David’s ass echoed through the room like thunderclaps.
David watched, entranced. Adam had whipped him with a belt, but never a flogger. It was bound to feel different.
Sam looked magnificent, his thick arm wielding the flogger like a master, each hit landing exactly where he wanted it to. He looked like an evil god punishing his subject, all tan skin and shiny black leather, his handsome face set in a lusty scowl as he made his captive scream.
David couldn’t wait for it to be his turn.
Sam circled around to the other David’s front, an evil expression on his face as he brought the flogger down on his abs. Where before he had landed his blows in a neat pattern with very little overlap, now he was letting the flogger land on exactly the same patch of skin over and over with more speed
and force than any of his previous blows.
The other David started screaming after just thirty seconds, twisting and turning to get away from the brutal flogging.
Sam stepped back, throwing the flogger over his shoulder and wiping the sweat from his brow. The intensity of the other David’s punishment had him glistening from exertion.
“You want a break from the flogger?” Sam asked, making the other David nod furiously. Sam laughed and put the flogger back on the wall. He grabbed a small bucket from the end of the stage, lifting it up and carrying it back to his captive.
The other David’s eyes went wide at the sight of the bucket and he started squirming. Sam laughed, walking up to him and grabbing him by the hair and yanking his head back so that he could kiss his neck. When he leaned back he dipped his hand into the bucket and came out with a clothespin.
He attached it to the other David’s chest right next to the clamp on his nipple, and then hung the bucket on a small chain connecting the clamps on his nipples.
David watched, fascinated and turned on, as Sam spent the next twenty minutes attaching the clothespins all over the other David’s body. The guy’s whole chest and abs, the inside and outside of his thighs – even his face and cock – was forced to endure the biting grip of the simple wooden clamps.
“You want that?” Adam asked, startling David out of his rapt staring.
“It looks like it hurts,” David commented, not sure if the answer was meant to be a yes or a no.
“Wait until he starts whipping them off,” Adam said, sounding like he was looking forward to it. “It’s going to be brutal.”
It was. Once he’d emptied the bucket, Sam unhooked it from the chain and put it on the floor. He then walked over to the wall and grabbed a slim leather crop. Slapping the leather flap down on his palm, the sound making David jump, he circled the other David with a menacing grin.
“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 other
s 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.