by Heart, D. J.
“Take off your clothes and lie down on your stomach.”
The command burst the tense silence like a bomb, catching David off guard.
“What?”
“You have three seconds to obey or I start punching you in the gut.” Archie clenched his huge hand into a fist and lifted it up like he was going to deliver a punch. “Three, two-”
David jumped off the couch and started tearing off his clothes. He had no doubt that Archie’s threat was genuine. The way he delivered it – like he hoped he got the chance to punch him – held too much anticipation to be anything but real.
There was a part of David that wanted to disobey – just to see what it felt like to have someone like Archie plant a fist in his abs – but he was far too intimidated to actually go through with it.
“Good boy,” Archie said when David was naked and face down on the floor. He got up and straddled David’s body, shifting his foot and planting it on David’s back between his shoulder blades. “This is where you belong, on your belly, my big boot grinding you into the floor like the worm that you are. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, sir,” David grunted, his cock rock hard. He was humiliated and scared and loving every second of it.
Archie pressed down harder, lifting his other foot off the floor and putting it down on David’s neck. His full weight bore down on David’s body, pressing the air out of his lungs and making him feel like he was being crushed.
Hardly able to breathe, David could do nothing but endure Archie’s heavy body on top of him.
“You make a good doormat,” Archie said, his voice conversational. He dragged his boot down David’s neck and over his shoulder, grinding his heel into the flat over David’s scapula.
David marveled that he was able to keep his balance.
Archie spent a good thirty seconds shifting his feet to different parts of David’s back and down his ass and thighs, making no noise other than a few grunts of effort, grinding his heels and toes into David’s skin with enough force to make him cry out in pain.
Through it all, David’s cock throbbed hard and insistent against the cold hardwood floor beneath him.
“Turn around,” Archie said, stepping off David’s back and straddling him again. His boots pressed against the sides of David’s arms like a vise, the smooth leather cold against the exposed skin of David’s arms.
David obeyed, taking deep breaths now that he could finally breathe, and rolled around so that he was looking up.
The view of Archie towering over him, legs spread on either side of his body, massive cock a hard line tucked against his thigh, forced David to bite back a moan.
The sooner he could get a look at Adam from this angle, the better. His handsome fiancé would look even better than Archie, and that was saying something, because Archie was a beast of a man.
“You hard, boy?” Archie asked with a mean grin, moving back and putting the toe of his boot between David’s legs, nudging at his cock.
“Yes, sir,” David whimpered, resisting the impulse to touch himself. He figured that if Adam didn’t allow touching, Archie probably operated by the same rules.
“Good. You’re supposed to be hard. Now get up and follow me.” Archie pressed down on David’s erect cock hard enough to make him whimper. “Blake should have the plank all set up.”
Giving David’s balls a final nudge with his boot, smirking at the way it made David whimper, Archie stepped away and headed out of the room.
David got up and rushed to follow. It was clear that Archie knew where he was going, and David wondered how many times he and Blake had been to the apartment to collect someone Adam wanted to play with at the farm.
“Did Adam tell you how we’re doing this?” Archie asked as he reached the door to the master bedroom, pausing in the doorway and giving David a curious look.
David shook his head. “No, he said he wanted it to be a surprise.”
Archie grinned, adjusting his bulge and pushing open the bedroom door. Without saying a word, he gestured for David to enter before him.
Walking inside, the first thing David noticed was a thick wooden plank propped up on two folding stands in the middle of the room. The plank was polished and smooth, measuring about six feet long, a foot wide, and two inches thick. On top of the plank there was a long strip of foam cut to the same width and length as the wood it rested on.
“We good to go?” Blake asked, looking between David and Archie with an expectant grin.
“All clear,” Archie said, coming to stand behind David and clamping his hands down on his shoulders. Grip firm, Archie pulled him back so that his naked body pressed against his own.
The feeling of Archie’s bulge digging into the small of his back had David’s cock dripping.
Taking off his jacket and throwing it on the bed, Blake crouched down and reached into his bag, pulling out an industrial sized roll of cling-foil, several rolls of duct tape, and a pair of leather mittens that looked suspiciously like the ones Adam owned.
Staring at the items from the bag and then at the wooden plank, David wondered what in the world they were going to do to him.
“Hands out,” Blake ordered, grabbing the mittens and walking toward them. He handed one of the mittens to Archie, the two of them working in tandem to put the mittens over David’s outstretched hands and buckle them at the wrist.
“Feel good, not too tight?” Archie asked, fingering the cuff holding the mitten in place.
“No, it feels fine,” David said, his voice hoarse.
Naked, his hands useless, and with Blake and Archie towering over him like a pair of action figures come to life, David felt completely helpless.
It was a nice feeling.
“Good.” Archie ruffled his hair, and while Blake walked back and grabbed the cling-foil, he kicked David’s legs apart and lifted his arms out and away from his body. “Stay like this.”
Breathing fast, naked cock standing straight up, balls exposed between his spread legs, David watched as Blake took the cling foil and started wrapping it around his right arm.
“What are you-”
David’s question was cut off by Archie punching him in the gut. It was a surprisingly hard hit considering the fact that Archie was standing behind him, his body curling over and his hands coming down to protect his midsection. The foil being wrapped around his upper arm tore and Blake cursed.
“Stay still and shut up,” he growled, grabbing David’s by the chin and forcing him to stand up straight. He bent his neck and glared directly into David’s eyes. “You don’t ask questions, understand?”
“Yes, sir,” David said, his belly hurting from the unexpected attack. He lifted his arms back into position and took a tremulous breath.
His cock was still rock hard.
“Sluts who talk without permission get punished,” Archie said, arm wrapping around his torso and rubbing David’s chest. His friendly tone was completely at odds with the violent way he’d reacted to David trying to ask a question.
David didn’t say anything. He stood with his legs spread and his arms up, Archie groping and touching his chest and nipples from behind while Blake methodically covered his arms, legs and torso in a layer of cling foil.
By the time Blake stepped back, the only parts of him not covered in a layer of plastic was his head and his cock.
“Take the head?” Blake asked, crouching down without waiting for an answer. It wasn’t until Archie grabbed him and the two of them lifted David off the floor that he realized the question wasn’t directed at him.
Flailing, letting out a yelp of surprise, David found himself being carried over to the plank and laid down on top of it. The layer of foam between him and the plank softened the experience, and though it wasn’t comfortable, it wasn’t exactly uncomfortable either.
“I’ve got him,” Archie said, once again speaking to Blake and ignoring David entirely. He held David by the hips, steadying him on the plank and keeping him in place.
Archie and Blake worked as a team, each with their own roll of tape, until every inch of David’s body below the neck was taped down to the plank with the exception of his cock. His stiff member lay thick and hard over the tape, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum as the two muscle-hunks removed his freedom more completely than anything he’d ever experienced.
Mummified, unable to move an inch, David could only stare up at his two captors as they added more and more rolls of tape, finishing by adding a layer of cling-foil over his feet and then wrapping those too in tape.
“Feel good?” Archie asked, talking to David for the first time since they’d lifted him onto the plank. He lifted his leg in a wide arc over David’s body, straddling his neck and looking down at his face. The bulge of his nuts pushed against David’s chin, and the plank was just tall enough that Archie had to get up on his toes to avoid resting his weight on David’s body.
Swallowing, once again treated to a frog-eye view of Archie’s towering frame, David could only nod and croak out a strangled, “Yes, sir.”
“We’re not doing your face until Mr. Wentworth gets home,” Archie said, shifting forward so that his package rested squarely on David’s mouth. “He wants to see that for himself.”
David had a moment of panic at the thought of his head receiving the same treatment as the rest of his body.
Archie noticed his distress, but it only made him grin and shift his body further forward so that his ass was planted firmly on David’s face. Breathing in the scent of Archie’s ass, smelling like clean denim and musky sweat, David struggled to breathe as Archie let his weight come down on his face and smother him.
“We going to play before Adam gets here?” Blake asked, startling David by stroking his exposed balls. The touch was gentle, but David was acutely aware of how vulnerable his testicles were.
“Nah, he told us to wait,” Archie said, lifting his leg and stepping off David’s face. He sounded chastised, and David realized that Blake had been rebuking him for taking a seat on his face. “What time is it?”
“Almost three,” Blake answered. “Adam should be here soon.”
“All right. Let’s get this guy into the living room and wait for him there.”
Archie and Blake each grabbed an end of the plank, and together they carried David out of the bedroom and into the living room. They put him down on the floor next to the door, and without acknowledging David at all took a seat on the couch.
Staring up at the ceiling, cock throbbing and hard and aching to be touched, there was nothing David could do but lie there and wait.
2
Adam
Adam spent his morning in a series of meetings, each one longer and more boring than the last, time crawling by at a snail’s pace as he waited for three o’clock to arrive.
He’d never felt less invested in his work, and if it wasn’t for how horny he was he would have been ashamed at the lack of professionalism.
“This all looks good to me, Allan,” Adam said, looking across the table at the current CFO of the Belvedere corporation. They were having a working lunch, scheduled at the last minute at the older man’s insistence, and Adam was more than ready to wrap it up and head home. “I’ll have the lawyers look it over and get back to you.”
His phone pinged with a text from Archie, and asking Allan to excuse him, Adam lifted the phone off the table to see what Rex’s devious employee needed. For a second he worried that Archie was texting to let him know that David had backed out of signing the NDA, but he put that worry aside before even opening the message.
David might be nervous about ratcheting up the intensity of their play, nervous if he could handle it, but he wasn’t a quitter. It was a personality trait that Adam took frequent and shameless advantage of.
If Adam had been in a hurry to wrap up the meeting before receiving the text message, seeing the picture Archie had sent him pushed him to be downright rude. The photo showed David, wide-eyed and looking way out of his depth, covered in shiny duct tape from the neck down, his body nestled into a tight cocoon and secured to a thick wooden plank that Adam kept around for that exact purpose.
“I’m sorry, Allan. I have to go,” Adam said, standing up and putting on his coat in his hurry.
“Is everything all right?” Allan asked, looking concerned by Adam’s abrupt shift in mood.
“Everything is fine, just a personal matter I need to attend to. I’ll see you at the meeting next week?”
Allan nodded.
“Perfect. Have a nice weekend,” Adam said, leaving the table with a parting nod and calling his driver to come get him. Five minutes later he was in the car headed to the penthouse, hand on the bulge of his cock as he stared at the picture of David suffering the most extreme bondage he’d ever experienced.
It was a glorious sight.
Zooming in on his face, Adam could see a hint of panic in David’s eyes, the whites showing just a bit more than usual. Rather than inspire sympathy, the evidence of just how far out of his comfort zone Archie and Blake had pushed his young submissive made Adam’s cock throb with pleasure.
The car pulled up outside his building, and Adam had to resist the urge to run through the lobby to the elevator like an excited kid. Walking fast, his long legs carrying him quickly across the lobby floor, Adam nodded at the doorman and concierge before coming to a stop in front of the elevator.
Tapping his foot, the slap of his shoe against the marble floor the only sound in the lobby, Adam waited for the doors to open. When they finally did he rushed inside and pressed the button for the penthouse.
Taking off his coat and gloves in the elevator, Adam checked his reflection in the mirrored wall. He looked good, hair neat and teeth clean, though his lips were a little dry from the cold.
The elevator doors opened into the private hallway outside the penthouse, and Adam wasted no time making his way into his apartment. He dropped his coat by the door, not bothering to hang it up, and jogged down the hall to where he could hear Blake and Archie talking in the living room.
His balls clenched at the sight that greeted him. David was on the floor, red faced and wrapped up tighter than a Christmas present, staring up at him with a pleading expression.
“Hey you,” Adam said, crouching down next to him and carding his fingers through his hair. “Blake and Archie wrapped you up good, huh?”
“I can’t move,” David informed him, plaintive and clearly well on his way to subspace. His voice had that vulnerable quality that it only got when he was completely at Adam’s mercy.
“That’s the point,” Adam said, stroking his cheek and drawing over his lip with his middle and index fingers. He pushed inside, letting both digits rest on David’s tongue as his thumb stroked under the boy’s jaw. “Do you like it?”
David hesitated, but then he nodded.
Adam grinned and rose, looking at Blake and Archie. They had both gotten up from the couch and now stood with their hands clasped behind their backs like a pair of soldiers waiting for permission to speak.
“Archie, Blake, thanks for coming. Did David give you any trouble?”
“Not at all,” Archie said, his lips curved up in a sexy smirk. “You’ve got him well trained, sir.”
Adam laughed, nudging David’s cheek with the tip of his dress shoe. “Not really, he’s just a slut for being told what to do.”
The words made David blush a deep crimson, though his embarrassment didn’t stop him from turning his head to nuzzle Adam’s shoe. He rubbed his cheek against the shiny leather, like it comforted him, and Adam’s cock responded with a throb and a rush of pre-cum. He groped himself, kneading his bulge as he watch
ed David debase himself.
“You want to have some fun here, sir, or do you want to get going right away?” Archie asked, his bulge letting Adam know that he was just as turned on by the sight of David helpless on the floor as he was. “The pilot is ready to leave whenever you are.”
“Fun first, I think,” Adam said, looking at Blake and licking his lips. “Did you bring the saline kit?”
Blake grinned, wide and happy, a glint of cruelty in his eyes. “I did, sir. You want me to get started on his sack?”
“I think I do,” Adam nodded, watching as Blake turned around and made his way to the duffle bag lying next to the coffee table.
“What are-”
Adam interrupted David’s question by lifting his foot and stepping down on his mouth. He looked down with a stern expression. “No talking without permission.”
David blinked up at him, eyes big and contrite. “It’s not going to hurt,” Adam reassured him. “It’s just going to feel weird. I want you to take it without complaining, okay?”
“Mh-kay,” David mumbled, his words muffled by the shoe pressing down on his lips.
“Good boy.”
Looking away from David, Adam found Archie watching him with a curious expression
“What?” Adam asked, tilting his head as he removed his suit jacket and threw it on the couch, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
“Nothing, sir,” Archie said. At Adam’s displeased frown he shrugged. “You’re different with him than I’m used to. It’s cute.”
Adam wasn’t quite sure what to make of Archie’s statement, so he ignored it. He’d never been called cute before. Deepening his voice just a touch he said, “Why don’t you sit on his face while Blake and I play with his cock?”
Archie let out a pleased laugh. “I’d fucking love to.” He looked down at David with a mean grin, giving his hip a little kick with the tip of his boot. “Hear that, David? You get to eat me out.”
David licked his lips, looking from Archie to Adam with a nervous expression. When Blake came to stand next to Archie, a bag of saline in one hand and an IV needle in the other, his eyes widened.