by Heart, D. J.
“Think you can handle that?” Adam asked.
David hesitated, eyes darting between the needle in Blake’s hand and Adam’s face, confused, but finally he nodded. Adam grinned. He lifted his shoe off his face and stepped away, turning toward Blake and Archie. “I’m going to go get changed and grab my sounds. You can get started without me and I’ll be back in a second.”
Crouching down and giving David’s hair a quick ruffle, Adam got up and headed to the master bedroom. Making his way to the closet he stripped off his suit in record time, putting on a pair of jeans and a thick leather belt, leaving his feet bare and chest exposed. Catching sight of himself in the mirror, Adam grinned and bounced his pecs. He looked good.
Grabbing his sounding kit and a tube of sterile lube, Adam headed back to join the fun. He arrived just in time to see Blake taping the IV in place against the base of David’s scrotum. Archie had his pants off, standing over David face in a wide-legged stance with his cock at attention and his low hanging balls swinging, fisting his cock and milking a steady stream of pre-cum down onto David’s face.
The sight of the two handsome studs dominating David made Adam’s gut clench with heated arousal. It wasn’t just watching David get dominated that did it for him, but rather the fact that he controlled Archie and Blake, too.
Adam really liked to be in control.
“I forgot how much of a leaker you are,” Adam said, walking up next to Archie and swiping at the moisture dripping from the tip of his cock. He could tell that Archie didn’t appreciate being pawed at, but that only made him want to do it again. He looked down at David, whose face was glistening with streaks of clear fluid. “You doing okay down there?”
“What did he do to my balls?” David asked, ignoring the question. He sounded on the verge of panic, so Adam decided not to punish him and answer the question instead.
“It’s an IV needle,” Adam explained, crouching down and running his fingers through the pre-cum painting David’s face, bringing them to his lips. “We’re going to connect it to a saline drip and fill up your ball-sack like a water balloon.”
David did not look reassured at all.
“Why?”
Adam grinned. “Because it turns me on. Don’t worry, it’s not going to hurt.”
“At least not if we stop before the pressure gets too high,” Blake amended from where he sat crouched down next to David’s midsection. Left unsaid, if Adam knew him, was that he very much wanted to keep filling David’s sac well beyond that point.
David seemed to steel himself.
“Okay,” he said, naïve and trusting. Adam felt a well of protectiveness rise up inside of him, resolving to himself that whatever he did the rest of the weekend, he’d make sure that David enjoyed it.
“Remember how we talked about sounding?” Adam asked, moving his hand out of the way as a thick rope of pre-cum landed on David’s nose. He looked up at Archie to see an unrepentant look on his face. He’d clearly been aiming for Adam’s hand.
“Yes,” David said, trepidation in his voice.
“We’re going to try that now. You can come any time you like, but I wouldn’t advise you to do so while your cock is stuffed. Okay?”
David just stared at him with wide eyes. Adam grinned, slapping his cheek gently and rising back up to his feet. “Good boy. Archie, why don’t you take a seat?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Archie said, lowering his ass down onto David’s face, the muscular globes of his cheeks parting to reveal a tight, hairless hole that he landed directly onto David’s mouth. “Start licking, boy.”
The sight of Archie’s massive ass smothering his boyfriend’s face distracted Adam for a few seconds, but then Blake connected the saline drip to the IV and then all he could think about was how badly he wanted the stretch the hole of David’s virgin cock.
“He’s hard,” Blake commented, holding the saline bag up in one hand while stroking David’s sac with the other.
“He’s a good boy,” Adam said, opening up his sounding kit and running his hands over the metal rods. He selected one that was about half the width of a pencil, with a gentle curve on the end, and reached for the lube. “He likes to be used.”
“I kind of got that,” Blake laughed, lifting the saline bag a little higher. Adam couldn’t see any effect yet, but he knew that the cold water filling David’s sack must feel weird as fuck. Blake gave him the same weird look that Archie had given him earlier. “He’s not like the twinks you usually bring us.”
Adam shot him a warning glare. The last thing he wanted to discuss while David could hear them was his previous partners. David was nothing like them. The men that Adam used to fuck and play with had fallen into two camps: experienced subs who knew how Adam played and liked it, taking the abuse he dished out and loving the coldness with which it was delivered, and inexperienced twinks who Adam paid an obscene amount of money to absolutely destroy.
Adam, despite what David might think, was not a nice man.
He wondered what David would think if he knew how cruel Adam could be when he didn’t care about someone. The thought was like a sour weight in his gut. The idea of David being disgusted with him, or even worse, disappointed, was enough to make him break out in an anxious sweat.
“He’s all I’ll be bringing from now on, so get used to it,” Adam growled.
Blake held up a hand, repentant and clearly realizing that he’d overstepped.
“I’m not complaining. He’s cute and obedient. I get why you like him.”
“Shut up and focus on filling up his balls,” Adam said, not in the mood to hear any more of Blake’s thoughts. He knew that the younger man was disappointed that they wouldn’t be pushing David harder – treating him like Adam had treated past partners – but Adam didn’t give a shit what he thought.
At the end of the day, Blake was little more than a human dildo – just another toy in Adam’s collection of things that he used to make David fly.
Lubing up the sound, making an effort to be less annoyed and to enjoy the moment, Adam grabbed a hold of David’s cock. He squeezed the throbbing member, silky and hot against his palm, working it firmly until he had a steady stream of pre-cum coating his hand.
Adam ran the tip of the sound over David’s cock, circling the small opening before pushing inside.
David, muffled by Archie’s meaty ass, let out a startled moan.
The sound was thin, and Adam didn’t have to do much to let it slide into David’s cock, gravity doing the work for him.
He pulled the sound out and reached for one two sizes up. He wanted David to enjoy this, but that didn’t mean it had to be comfortable.
David didn’t have to feel good to feel pleasure.
“Here we go,” Adam said, pushing the larger sound into the slit of David’s cock. It still went in without any problems, but this time gravity was not enough to make David’s cock swallow it.
Adam grinned, taking a second to squeeze his own member through his jeans before bringing his hand back to David’s. Holding David’s cock firm in one hand, sound controlled by the other, Adam fucked the metal rod into David’s cock with steady pressure, enjoying the muffled groans the invasion elicited.
“He’s filling up nicely,” Blake said, fingers stroking the underside of David’s scrotum. Looking, Adam could see that David’s ball-sack was indeed filling up, the normally loose skin no longer quite so loose.
“He is,” Adam agreed. He’d worked the length of the sound all the way down David’s cock, and now he was spending a few seconds fucking it in place, knowing from the sounds David was making that he was hitting his prostate dead on with each little jab. He glanced at Archie, the man’s broad back and wide shoulders arched forward as he rubbed his ass down on David’s face. “How’s it going up there? Is he being a good boy and eating you out properly.”
“He’s eager for it,” Archie said, his voice rough with arousal, he looked over his shoulder with a grin. “Working my hole like he’
s starving, little slut.”
“He loves eating ass,” Adam said, proud of what a good boy David was being. “A few days ago I spent two hours just sitting on his face and jerking off, and he nearly cried when I finally came and forced him to stop.”
Archie lowered himself all the way down onto David’s face, forcing him to bear the weight of his body and smothering him so that he couldn’t breathe. He turned his head over his shoulder and looked at Adam.
“We could leave him taped up, put him between the legs of one of the studs and let him have at it all night. They haven’t had their holes properly eaten out in ages.”
Adam’s balls pulled tight at the suggestion. The studs, as Archie called them, were a pair of bodybuilders named Spike and Diablo that had been a fixture of the farm for as long as Adam had been going there. Mean, hung and wild in a way that made Adam a little nervous, the two studs were as far as Adam could tell kept in permanent bondage. Every time he’d seen them their arms had been bound tightly behind their backs, their mouths gagged, their legs encased in thigh-high pony boots, and their cocks locked away in a pair of obviously too small cock cages.
The one time he’d seen Rex let them out of chastity had shocked him. Rex had ordered Cody to be tied to a fucking bench, every limb strapped down until he couldn’t move an inch, and then they’d all stood around and watched as Spike and Diablo were let loose on his ass.
Adam had never seen anyone be fucked that hard, that fast or that brutally before or since.
There was no way he was letting them near David’s ass – ever – but the idea of David spending a whole night between one of their legs, eating them out and making their caged cocks weep… that appealed to him.
“I like that idea,” he said. Archie grinned, lifting his ass and letting David gulp for air before sitting down again. “Though maybe not for the whole night.”
Archie shrugged, looking pleased that his suggestion had been positively received. “We can see how he handles it.”
“Speaking of handling it,” Adam said, rubbing David’s swollen sack and removing the sound. “I think it’s time we moved up a size.”
3
David
David couldn’t breathe. His body was taped down so tight that he couldn’t even wriggle his toes, the plastic cling-foil hot and clammy against his skin, giving him no leverage to buck the weight pressing down on his face.
Musky and hot, tasting like salt and body wash, Archie’s huge ass covered his mouth and nose, his hole pressing down on David’s lips like an invitation. A pair of heavy balls rested over his eyes, bouncing up and down as Archie jerked his cock, a steady stream of pre-cum dripping down to mix with the sweat and pre-cum already drenching David’s face.
He felt filthy.
And that was just his face. David couldn’t see his cock, but he certainly felt the fat sound pushing its way down his pee-hole. His scrotum, heavy from a steady flow of water, felt weighty and full in a way that veered more toward pain than discomfort, and his balls felt like they’d crawled back up into his body.
There probably wasn’t room for them with all that water.
Archie lifted up, a blast of air cooling his face as he gasped for breath.
“Don’t stop licking,” Archie warned, looking down past his massive cock with a warning glance.
David stuck out his tongue, reaching up and pressing against the muscular man’s opening. Archie was tight, and no matter how much he licked, David couldn’t get past the tight rim.
“Is he being lazy?” Adam asked, the thick sound pausing its brutal invasion.
“Nah, he’s good,” Archie said, making David breathe out a sigh of relief. He didn’t want to know what kind of punishment Adam would come up with for being lazy.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Adam said, pushing the sound deeper. There was a hand cradling David’s inflated sack, though David wasn’t sure if it belonged to Adam or Blake. Either way, it was stroking and squeezing at the taut skin like it was testing a cantaloupe at the grocery store.
“He’s pretty full,” Adam said, making David think that he was the owner of the hand. “How much has he taken?”
“About six-hundred mills,” Blake answered, joining Adam’s hand in cupping his sack. His grip was firmer, his thumb pressing down with enough force that David had to grit his teeth. “I was thinking we’d stop at about eight-hundred.”
“Seven-hundred, I think,” Adam said. David exhaled in relief that the pressure in his balls would soon stop growing.
“He could take a liter, easy,” Blake said, a hint of defiance in his voice.
“And you could take two, doesn’t mean it’s going to happen tonight.” Adam’s voice was hard, his annoyance clear.
Blake really should know better. Adam hated being argued with when he was doing a scene.
“Sorry,” Blake mumbled, his fingers digging into the base of David’s sack where it met the tape and pinching him.
David let out a yelp of pain, his head jerking up, but before he could draw breath to complain Archie pushed his ass down and smothered him completely between his muscular cheeks.
Forced to hold his breath, David stared up and watched Archie’s big hand work his massive cock. Up and down, the hand worked the veiny shaft, mesmerizing and beautiful. Lack of air making him dizzy, spots started to dance in David’s vision, eclipsing his view of Archie’s beautiful cock.
Trying to struggle was useless – he was bound too tight – and his head was just as firmly trapped beneath Archie’s heavy body.
It wasn’t until he was waking up that David realized he’d passed out. He came to like from a dream, and for a moment he was convinced that the whole episode with the mummification and getting his balls blown up like a balloon must have been one.
Then he realized that it wasn’t. His ball-sack felt full to bursting, and he wondered if Adam had moved the sound in his cock up another size. His pee-hole burned with the same stretchy feeling he got in his ass whenever Adam got out his Bad Dragon dildos.
“You back with us?” Adam asked, his voice fond and a little worried.
“I think so?” David mumbled, looking down his body. Archie was no longer on top of him, but rather standing a few feet away, his chest and abs coated with white streaks.
He must have shot his load while David was passed out. The thought of it – that Archie had smothered him until he passed out and enjoyed it so much that he’d come – had David’s cock throbbing around the fat sound lodged inside of it.
“Do you want to come?” Adam asked, sliding the sound out of his cock and jerking him off with a firm grip.
“Yes please,” David said, suddenly intensely aware of just how hard he was. His cock felt close to bursting.
“Do you think you deserve to come?” Adam asked, slowing down, his thumb coming to rest under the crown of David’s cockhead.
“Yes, daddy, I’ve been so good,” David pleaded, knowing that using the word daddy made his chances of having an orgasm double – at least.
“Yes, you’ve been a good boy,” Adam praised, his hand speeding up again before dropping away entirely. David bit back a whine. “Blake, why don’t you reward David for how good he’s been with a nice blowjob?”
Phrased like a question, Adam’s words were obviously an order. With a fierce frown, hands clenched, Blake lowered himself down and placed his mouth on David’s cock. Hot and wet and not at all careful with his teeth, Blake worked David’s cock like an expert.
“I’m going to come,” David warned, looking down at locking eyes with Blake. The man looked furious, and David wondered if Adam was setting him up to be punished later by the intimidating man.
He wouldn’t put it past him.
“Blake will swallow it,” Adam assured him, placing his hand on the back of Blake’s head and stroking it gently. Blake’s expression got even more furious, and Adam smirked.
He was obviously getting off on forcing Blake to be his bitch.
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he sight of Adam’s smirk – so familiar and hot – was enough to send David over the edge. He shot his load, abs clenching from the sheer force of his orgasm, Blake drinking down each emission with a noisy slurp.
Blake kept on licking and sucking until David was done coming, the last drops of come milked from his cock, and then he kept at it. David cried out, the overstimulation painful and familiar. He sought out Adam’s face, wanting him to put a stop to it, but he found no mercy in his fiancés expression. Adam was still smirking, hand on the bulge in his jeans, kneading it gently as he watched David endure Blake’s attention.
David was fully soft by the time Blake lifted his mouth, and his futile attempts to struggle had left him spent and exhausted.
“So, what’s the plan?” Archie asked, wiping down his chest and putting his t-shirt back on.
“I think I’m just about ready to head out,” Adam said, crouching down next to David’s face and cupping his cheek. He stroked his thumb along the contour of his jaw, gentle and tender in a way that made David’s insides melt into a goo of emotion. “You two can finish wrapping him up and then we’ll leave.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Wentworth,” Archie said, grabbing one of the rolls of duct tape from the bag and walking over to David. Blake similarly grabbed the cling foil, the two of them crouching down on each side of his head. Adam rose up and stepped back, straddling David’s chest and looking down at him as Blake and Archie got to work.
“I’m not sure I can handle-”
“You will,” Adam interrupted him, his face softening. “I’ll be with you the whole time. If it gets to be too much blow out from your nose three times and I’ll see about making you more comfortable.”
David closed his mouth, satisfied and happy that Adam had given him an out if he needed it, and when Blake rolled the cling-foil around his neck and up over his mouth, he didn’t object.
It was still scary, though. Blake wrapped his whole head in plastic, leaving just his nostrils free, and then Archie repeated the process with the duct tape. Finally, though he couldn’t see it, Archie wrapped the tape over his forehead and down around the plank, immobilizing him completely.