by Heart, D. J.
“He’s really good at his job,” Adam assured his inexperienced husband to be. “And part of that is knowing how hard the sub he’s working with likes to be pushed.”
David was quiet for a beat, and then he mumbled, “I don’t know how hard I want to be pushed.”
“We’ll figure it out,” Adam said, ruffling his hair. “You’ll be surprised at how much you can take.”
Adam had no intention of taking it easy on him. Sam was a nice was of easing David into their weekend at the farm – getting him used to being handled by other people before the really intense bondage started. Adam wasn’t entirely sure whether or not David realized that once they arrived at the farm he’d spend the whole time trussed up as a pony. There would be breaks, but those breaks were only in the form of less restrictive bondage.
It wouldn’t be easy.
“So what now?” David asked, his nose pushing in under Adam’s jaw. He rubbed his face on the stubble covering Adam’s neck, the rough drag against the short hairs making Adam’s spine tingle.
It was weird how non-sexual intimacy could feel so good.
“We meet Sam in the room upstairs.”
“What about David?” David asked. “Doesn’t he need aftercare and stuff?”
Adam grinned at how earnest David sounded.
“Someone else will be taking care of that,” he said, stating his assumption as fact. For all he knew Sam would put David back in the duffle bag to play with later, though he doubted it.
Sam played hard, but at the end of the day he was a nice guy.
“Okay,” David said, his breath hot on Adam’s neck. “When are we going up?”
“Right now,” Adam said, pushing David off his lap and standing up. He looked down at his younger lover and smirked at the nervous expression on his face. “Don’t worry. This will be fun, I promise.”
David nodded to himself, pushing to his feet and letting Adam tuck him under his arm.
“So do you have your four things?” Adam asked, steering David out of the alcove, past the stage and toward the stairs.
David nodded.
“And?”
“I want him to use the flogger, clothespins and that electricity thing, and I want him to carry me, and I want him to give me a noogie.”
“A noogie?” Adam asked, confused. He looked down at David for clarification.
“You know, that thing where he put him in a chokehold and rubbed his hair with his knuckles?”
“Oh, like this?” Adam laughed, demonstrating the move. David squirmed and laughed.
“Yes, like that,” he said when Adam let him go.
“You like being bullied?” Adam asked, all sorts of ideas popping into his head. He grabbed the back of David’s briefs and pulled, lifting him up and shaking him before dropping him back to his feet. “Should I be giving you wedgies and swirlies?”
“No!” David laughed, pulling his briefs out of the crack in his ass. He glanced up through his eyelashes and shrugged, sheepish. “Maybe?”
Adam filed the information away for later. He’d never been a bully, but as part of a scene it could be an interesting dynamic to explore.
He wondered if he still fit into his college football pads.
“We’ll talk about it later,” Adam said, taking the end of David’s leash and heading up the stairs.
As he’d expected, Sam was waiting for them in the playroom on the third floor. He stood leaning against the St. Andrew’s cross, holding a crop against his thigh, his leather pants exchanged for a pair of glossy black chaps tucked into knee high boots.
He looked good, the chaps showing off his thick cock and huge balls. He was soft, but even flaccid his cock was a monster. Veiny and uncut, it was almost as nice as Adam’s own equipment.
“Good show,” Adam said, leaving David by the door and crossing the room to shake Sam’s hand. “You’re a beast with that flogger.”
Sam grinned, pushing away from the cross with a grin. “Thanks. Did your boy enjoy it?”
Adam glanced back at David, licking his lips at the doe-eyed deer in the headlights look on his face.
“He did. He has a list of things he wants to try with you. David, why don’t you tell Mr. Sam what you want him to do to you?”
David swallowed loudly, saying nothing. Sam chuckled and walked toward him, stepping right into his personal space and backing him up against the wall. He put both hands on the wall, boxing David in so that everywhere he looked there was Sam.
“Well?” Sam asked, his voice deep and amused. “What do you want, boy?”
“I want…” David cleared cleared his throat, sounding completely overwhelmed. “I want you to flog me.”
“And?” Sam prompted.
“Clothespins?” David said, phrasing it like a question, his voice cracking on the last syllable.
Sam pushed his knee between David’s legs, lifting him off his feet and sliding him up the wall. He grabbed his chin and squeezed it. “And?”
“And I want you to give me a noogie, and put electricity on my balls and I want you to carry me.”
Adam had never heard David talk so fast before.
“Lift you up, you mean like this?” Sam grabbed David under his arms and hoisted him up into the air, turning around and throwing David over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Or do you mean like this?”
He took David off his shoulder and spun him around, holding him upside down so that his face was nestled against the thick length of his soft cock.
“Is this what you want?” Sam pushed David’s face into his balls, locking eyes with Adam and grinning.
“Answer him,” Adam ordered when David stayed silent.
“Yes.”
David didn’t say anything else, but Adam could tell just from that one word how much he was enjoying himself.
“You want a go?’” Sam asked, lowering David a few inches and pressing his face between his legs and up against his taint. “He’s licking me.”
Adam shook his head. “I’ll just sit here and watch. I’ll join in when it’s time to fuck him.”
“You want a show?” Sam spun David back around and put him on his feet, putting him in a headlock and giving him a noogie that made Adam’s earlier attempt look like a gentle pat on the head.
David let out a cry of pain, squirming in Sam’s grip and getting nowhere.
It was incredibly hot to watch.
“I think I do,” Adam said, taking a seat in the throne like chair in the corner of the room. He took off his gloves and freed his cock, stroking himself back to full hardness while he watched Sam get to work.
Sam laughed, releasing David from the headlock and manhandling him over to the cross. He made quick work of locking his wrists, ankles and thighs into place, finally taking David’s leash and tying it to the wall so that he couldn’t move his head more than a few inches from side to side.
“Your safeword is red?” Sam asked, pressing his body against David’s as he waited for an answer.
David nodded. “It is.”
“Good. Use it if you need to.”
With that he grabbed a flogger and got to work on David’s ass.
Adam watched, stroking his cock and admiring Sam’s technique. When Adam flogged someone he seldom had the patience for the kind of gradual build up that Sam excelled at, but looking at the way David writhed and moaned as Sam turned his ass and back red, Adam decided he should be more patient in the future.
It would be worth it to see David like this.
“Are you hard for me?” Sam asked, finishing a flurry of blows and draping the flogger across his shoulders.
“Yes, sir,” David said, his voice somewhere between a moan and a whimper.
Sam reached between his legs and felt for himself, grinning at Adam.
“You’ve got yourself a little pain-slut here.”
Adam grinned back. “I know. Think he can take it a little harder?”
“Let’s find out.” Sam grabbed his flogger and g
ot back to whipping David’s back, the harsh sound of leather hitting flesh competing with David’s cries.
“You still hard?” Sam barked, not letting up even for a second.
“Yes, sir!” David said, the answer punctuated by a particularly hard shot across his shoulder. “Fuck!”
“He allowed to swear?” Sam asked, looking to Adam for instruction on how to handle the outburst.
“David, are you allowed to swear?” Adam asked.
“No.” David sounded sullen.
“Maybe we should put some clothespins on that naughty tongue of his,” Sam suggested. He grabbed a bucket identical to the one he’d used during his show and held it up.
Adam nodded. “Let him have it.”
* * *
David didn’t like the clothespins. He whimpered and cried, and when Sam started whipping them off he used his safeword.
“All right, all right,” Sam soothed, tucking the crop into his boot and squeezing David’s shoulder. “You want me to take them off the normal way?”
David nodded, looking ashamed at having used his safeword.
Adam was conflicted. There was a part of him that wanted to discourage David from ever using his safeword – to make him feel like doing so was a failure – but the rational part of him knew that doing so would be cruel and abusive.
“You did good, baby,” he said, leaving the chair and going to stand next to David where he was secured to the cross. “Sam told you to use your safeword if you needed to, and you did. Good boy.”
David relaxed, and when Adam leaned in to kiss his cheek David leaned into his touch.
“This is still going to hurt like a bitch,” Sam said, gesturing at the clothespins biting into David’s skin.
“He can take it,” Adam said, removing one of the clothespins attached to David’s lip and dropping it in the bucket. David winced, but it was nothing like the noise he’d made when Sam used the crop.
Adam and Sam worked together, removing the clothespins with quick efficiency while David flinched and whimpered.
“You didn’t like that, huh?” Adam said when they were done, turning David’s face and giving him a gentle kiss.
“I did,” David objected, pulling away from Adam’s mouth. “Just not the part where he tried to whip them off with his little whip thing.”
Adam kissed him again. “Good to know. Are you ready to get fucked?”
David let out a sound like he’d been punched.
“Yes please.”
Adam turned to Sam. “Let’s move him over to the bench. You take his ass while I take his mouth.”
“You got it, boss,” Sam said, freeing David from the cross and throwing him over his shoulder. He carried him the short distance over to the breeding-bench and dropped him on the bench with all the care you’d have for a sack of potatoes. “You want him strapped down?”
Adam considered him, kneading his hard cock in anticipation. “I think I do, yeah.”
Sam cuffed David’s arms and legs to the bench, with even more straps crossing over his back and thighs until the only thing he could move was his head.
“Open up,” Adam said, grabbing him by the hair and thrusting into his mouth with no warning.
Despite the abruptness, David managed to open up his throat and swallow him down – though with a healthy amount of gagging.
“He need a lot of prep?” Sam asked, putting on a condom and grabbing a bottle of lube. He slicked himself up and pressed the tip of his cock against David’s opening.
“Not really,” Adam said. It was true. He’d been working diligently on David’s hole, getting him used to progressively bigger toys from his collection.
He didn’t think David was even aware of how much more he could take now than when they got together.
“All right.” Sam pushed his cock forward, sinking into David’s ass in a slow controlled motion.
Adam’s gut clenched with arousal, the sight of Sam’s thick cock pushing into David’s body one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.
“He’s tight,” Sam grunted, grabbing David’s hips and holding on as he started thrusting.
Adam wouldn’t last long. Every time he withdrew his cock to let David breathe, the boy licked and sucked on his cock-head like he was starving for it. Noisy and desperate, he looked more like an animal in heat than a person.
“Good boy,” Adam growled, petting David’s hair. He really was made to submit. “Taking our cocks like a fucking champ.”
“You got yourself a good one,” Sam agreed. “You going to keep him?”
Adam laughed. “I’m going to marry him.”
Sam stopped thrusting, looking shocked. “You’re getting married?”
Adam chuckled. He had no idea how Sam could have missed it. His engagement to David had been all over the newspapers.
“I am. This little slut is going to make an honest man out of me.”
Sam threw his head back and laughed.
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, Adam shot his load into David’s mouth with a groan of satisfaction. His cock exploded, come shooting out of his cock with enough force to make David choke and splutter as it rocked into the back of his throat.
The remaining spurts Adam aimed at David’s face, smearing the wet tip of his cock against the boy’s lips and rubbing the come into his face.
Sam came a few minutes later, his face scrunching up and grip on David’s hips turning bruising, his grunts making him sound more like a beast than a man.
“Fuck, I love coming,” he said when he was done, pulling out of David’s ass and taking off his condom. He emptied the condom out on David’s back, rubbing it in with both hands with a little grin in Adam’s direction.
“Next time make him eat it,” he said, making Sam blink.
“Fuck, I didn’t think you’d go for that.”
“Well, now you know.”
Balls drained, Adam dismissed Sam and untied David from the bench. He carried him over to the chair and sat down, setting him on his lap and hugging him tight. Sam grabbed a robe and slipped out the door, giving Adam a little salute before he left.
Adam made a mental note to send him a generous tip for his performance.
“Feeling okay?” he asked David, stroking a piece of skin still marred by an indentation from one of the clothespins.
“Feel great,” David said, sounding a little dazed. “I came when you guys were fucking me. I didn’t even touch myself.”
Adam laughed. He hadn’t caught that, though it explained why David’s cock was soft now. He’d already shot his load.
“So this was fun?”
David nodded. “Really fun. Sam is so strong.”
“Stronger than me?” Adam objected with mock outrage.
“No,” David said, giggling. “But his cock is thicker.”
“He’s got a nice cock,” Adam agreed. “Very lickable.”
David’s eyes widened. “Have you ever…?”
“I did,” Adam confided. “I had him blindfolded and tied up and spent a good two hours teasing his cock. It was hot. He cried.”
David blinked. “I’d like to see that.”
“Maybe some day. For now, I think we should go home and go to bed. We have a long day tomorrow and I want you nice and rested.”
Closing his eyes and leaning his face on Adam’s shoulder, David mumbled something that sounded like agreement. He was obviously tired, the adrenaline leaving his system and leaving him exhausted and drained.
Adam didn’t mind. He liked taking care of him.
Standing up, he tucked his cock away and zipped up his pants. He then wrapped David up in a robe and carried him down to the back entrance. His car was there, the valet standing by with his keys.
“Thank you,” Adam said, the valet opening the back door so that he could deposit David into the back seat. He put on his seatbelt and kissed his forehead.
Tomorrow they’d head to the pony farm, and David would get his first taste of
true submission.
Adam couldn’t wait.
* * *
1
David
It was far too early in the morning to be awake.
Pouring himself a huge cup of coffee, David yawned and made his way into the hallway where he found Adam putting on his shoes to go to work. He was bent over, tying his laces, and the way his suit pants stretched across his muscular ass was magnificent.
David stared, still half asleep and all the more shameless for it.
“You didn’t have to wake up,” Adam said, a soft smile curling his lip as he looked over his shoulder and stood up. He reached into the closet and grabbed his wool coat, draping it over his arm before walking over and pulling David in for a gentle kiss. “You must be tired.”
“I wanted to see you before you went to work,” David said, rising up on his toes and leaning in for another kiss. Adam obliged him, his mouth tasting like toothpaste, tongue pushing into David’s mouth with unexpected aggressiveness. He cupped the back of David’s neck in a tight squeeze and grinned into his mouth.
“That’s cute. Are you ready for today?” Adam placed a small kiss on the corner of David’s mouth before pulling away, moving his thumb and swiping it over David’s lip. “It’s going to be intense.”
David’s stomach clenched in a mix of nerves and excitement.
Adam took a step back and put on his coat, all the while tracking David’s expression. He buttoned up his coat, taking a pair of cashmere lined leather gloves out of the pocket and slipping them on. The shiny black leather drew David’s gaze and made his balls tingle, the cashmere padding lining the inside of the gloves making Adam’s hands look even bigger than they were.
Adam noticed him staring, licking his lips and shooting David a crooked grin.
“More intense than last night?” David asked, embarrassed that something as mundane as a pair of gloves was turning him on.
Adam laughed, a gentle chuckle that was all dark promise. “Oh yes.” He grabbed David’s shoulder, his gloved thumb coming to rest in the hollow of his throat and rubbing up over his Adam’s apple. “But I think you’ll handle it just fine.”