by Heart, D. J.
“Right away, boss,” Archie said, nodding at Blake. The two men were both grinning, and David’s gut clenched. He wondered what he was in for now.
2
Adam
Adam couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard. His cock ached, pressed uncomfortably tight against the front of his jeans, the throbbing meat desperate to plant itself between David’s gorgeously tight cheeks.
The way he’d whimpered as Adam shoved the plug home was nothing short of heaven.
Clutching down on David’s shoulders, digging his fingers into smooth, buttery leather, he watched as Blake and Archie left the room.
“Just give us a second to prepare the studs,” Archie said over his shoulder, running his hand through his golden locks to push them back over his ears. The move showed off the muscles in his arm, thick and bulging with raw strength, and for a second Adam was distracted. He let his eyes slide down Archie’s wide shoulders, round bubble butt and wonderfully meaty thighs, mouth watering at the thought that soon he’d get to see the powerful body in action.
Archie was gorgeous when he fucked.
“Will do,” he said, pulling David back against his chest and resting his chin on the younger man’s shoulder. He hugged him, cock pressing into his back, and nuzzled into his ear.
“Mhmm?” David’s questioning noise made no sense, so Adam just grinned and ignored him. He mouthed at his captive’s ear, biting down and nibbling on the fleshy lobe, and at the low moan that elicited he moved his mouth down and laid a wet kiss on his neck.
“You like this?” he asked, reaching down and gripping David’s cock. It was rock hard, making him chuckle. “Yeah, you do. You were made for this, weren’t you? A little slut just waiting for someone to come along and put you in your place.”
David let out a noise of protest, obviously not quite agreeing with Adam’s assessment, but when Adam slid his hand down and twisted his palm over the head of his cock his noise of protest turned into a cry of startled pleasure.
“You were saying?” Adam laughed.
David didn’t get a chance to answer. Blake stuck his head through the door, evil grin firmly in place, and said, “We’re ready for you.”
Adam released David’s cock and stepped away, shifting his grip to the back of his brand new pony-boy’s neck. He pushed him towards the door, but David stumbled on the first step, and he would have crashed to the floor if Adam hadn’t caught him.
“You’re okay,” he said with a laugh at David’s startled cry. “Up you go.”
Waiting as David found his footing, Adam couldn’t help but knead his cock through his jeans. It wasn’t just that David was helpless that was turning him on – he was often helpless with Adam – but that he was completely at his mercy. There was no one at Rex’s farm that would take David’s side if he wanted to leave. No one who would help him. If he wanted, Adam could keep David on the farm for months, Archie, Blake and everyone else in Rex’s employ training and using him, until he was broken.
Not that Adam would ever do something like that – at least not to David. Still, the power was heady.
Leading David through the door into the main stable, Adam stopped and turned to watch David’s expression as he took it in for the first time.
The look on his face was priceless. Eyes wide, gaze shifting from stall to stall with rapid little movements, before finally stopping to just stare at the young man hanging by his ankles in the middle of the room.
Adam grinned and hugged him from behind, holding him and letting him adjust to the sheer depravity on display. The stable had six stalls, three on either side of the room, with a wide central corridor that housed various benches, crosses and other pieces of furniture built to restrain a person.
Spike and Diablo were in their shared stall, boots in place but muscular arms free, the lower halves of their faces covered in the severe muzzles that Adam had never seen them without. Their hands were trapped in thick leather gloves, the stiffness of the material making it almost impossible to bend their fingers or use their hands, and their cocks were locked away in a pair of brutal looking chastity cages.
The two men watched David with hungry eyes, their trapped cocks dripping with long strings of pre-cum.
In the stall next to Spike and Diablo there was a boy who didn’t look a day over eighteen. The contrast between him and the beasts in the stall next to him was astounding, their tall muscular bodies making the slim waif seem comically tiny.
Unlike Spike and Diablo the boy was unbound, except for a metal collar around his neck bolted to the wall with a heavy chain. There was a bridle strapped in place around his head, but no bit gag between his teeth.
The boy watched them warily, and Adam remembered Rex telling him that he was taking him on and training him as a favor to the boy’s step-father. Rex had implied that the boy was a willing participant, but looking at him now Adam wasn’t so sure.
It was evil of him, but the doubt made his already hard cock throb with heat.
There was a third stall next to the boy, but other than a chain hanging from the ceiling it was empty.
There were an additional three stalls across from Spike, Diablo and the boy, all three of them occupied by muscular men in various stages of pony bondage. Each one was an impressive sight, but taken together the amount of subjugated testosterone on display was staggering.
David wasn’t looking at the men in the stalls, however. His eyes were trained firmly on the man hanging by his ankles right in front of them.
“That’s Brick,” Adam said, nodding at the mountain of a man hanging in front of them. He was naked, bulging arms tied behind his back and a fat gag plugging his mouth, and even with all the men Adam had seen and fucked over the years, no one could come close to just how big Brick was. Everything about him was huge, from his cock to his muscles to his towering height, he was a veritable colossus. “He used to be a stud-puppy, but these days Rex lets him run the stables.”
Not that Brick looked like he was running anything, hanging by his ankles with a still sort of resignation like there was nothing to do but wait out his punishment.
Adam looked at Archie, the question clear in his eyes.
“Brick here beat the shit out of this one’s dad,” Archie explained, nodding at the boy. “Put him in a coma, big fucker. Cost Rex a fortune to hush it up, so now he’s being punished.”
Archie walked up to Brick and smacked his ass, jolting him forward and making him sway like a pendulum.
“That doesn’t sound like Brick,” Adam mused, noticing that the large man’s balls were swollen and red. “What did the boy’s dad do to deserve it?”
Archie laughed. “That’s a fucking long list, but it doesn’t matter. Right Brick?” He grabbed Brick by the balls and squeezed, waiting until the large man let out a grunt of agreement.
“Rex agrees that the kid’s step-dad went too far, so Brick is getting off easy,” Blake said, shooting Brick a contemptuous look. “He’s lucky Rex is letting him keep his balls. If it were up to me I would have gelded the fucker.”
Brick let out a noise of distress, making Blake grin. He crouched down and grabbed a fistful of Brick’s hair. “Next time you act up, I get to take a hammer to those big nuts of yours, so please, by all means, fuck up again.”
Brick didn’t react to Blake’s taunt, breathing in deep and letting the air out slowly through his nose as his gaze fixed on David.
Rising from his crouch with a huff of annoyance, Blake turned to Adam and grinned. “You ready to get your boy into position?”
“Depends on the position,” Adam said. He looked down at David, whose eyes had only gotten wider after listening to Blake and Archie explain why Brick was strung up. “How about it, are you ready to see what Blake and Archie have planned for you?”
The question seemed to wake David from his stupor. His whole body shuddered and he tried to take a step back, Adam’s grip on his neck stopping him.
“He’s ready,” Adam said,
pushing him forward and letting Blake take a hold of him. It was cruel, David’s distress obvious, but Adam’s cock was too hard for him to be anything but unkind.
The gleam of approval in Blake’s expression made his gut clench with sudden guilt, but it was quickly drowned out by the feeling of his balls throbbing hot and heavy in his underwear.
“This is what we had in mind,” Archie said, opening Spike and Diablo’s stall. Adam hadn’t noticed before, but now he could see that there was a low bench running down the center of the stall, reaching about mid-thigh on the stall’s two inhabitants. The bench was padded with dull black leather and there were three sets of straps to restrain whoever was laid down on the bench.
Adam immediately saw what Blake and Archie had in mind. David would be tied down on the bench, face up and strapped down tight, with Spike and Diablo straddling the bench over his head, their taints, holes and balls right in his face.
“They won’t smother him?” Adam asked, walking into the stall and meeting Diablo’s furious eyes. Looking down he could see Diablo’s fists trying to clench, the stiff leather of his gloves preventing the instinctual aggressive action.
Smirking, Adam reached out and flicked Diablo’s nipple while he waited for Blake and Archie to reassure him that Spike and Diablo were too well trained for that.
“No, we’ll hook David up to a blood-oxygenation reader, and if it falls below ninety-five percent these guys will both get a nasty shock from their plugs and we get an alarm.”
If looks could kill, Adam would be cold in the ground from the look Diablo was sending him. It was thrilling, standing next to such a physically imposing specimen and having him completely in his power.
“David, we’re going to tie you down on the bench and have these guys straddle you. Are you up for that?”
Adam liked being unkind – his cock was never harder than when he was cruel – but he couldn’t bring himself to actually tie David down in Spike and Diablo’s stall without his consent. He could practically feel Blake’s disappointment radiating off him, but he didn’t care.
Expression uncertain, David studied his face for a full twenty seconds before he gave a small nod.
His cock, which had softened after walking into the room, was now at half-mast.
David was spooked, but the situation was still a turn-on.
“Good boy,” Adam said, grabbing David by the back of the head and giving his hair a rough tussle. He leaned in and kissed his cheek, speaking in a low voice. “You’re here to have fun, David. No one is going to actually hurt you, okay?”
David let out a long breath, relaxing against Adam’s body and nuzzling into his shirt. Adam smiled, petting him for a few seconds before gently pushing him away and into Archie’s big waiting hands.
“I’ve got you,” Archie said, lifting David off the floor and laying him down on the bench. Blake helped him with the straps and soon they had David secured to the bench, the younger man staring up at them with a nervous expression.
“Kind of makes you want to stomp on him,” Blake commented, making David blanch even as his cock twitched in interest.
“A little,” Adam agreed. He reached down and removed the bit from his mouth, leaving the rest of the straps encircling his head in place, massaging the corner of his mouth and smiling when David tried to take his thumb into his mouth.
“That something we’re doing this weekend?” Archie asked, unexpectedly hopeful. Adam looked up, removing his finger from David’s mouth, and smiled. He knew that Blake was into stomping on his submissives, but he didn’t know that Archie shared in that particular kink.
It was definitely something to consider.
“Maybe,” Adam said, not willing to commit to anything. “We’ll see how the weekend goes.”
With David in place, Archie and Blake set about manhandling Spike and Diablo into position. Diablo resisted at first, refusing to move his hands down to his sides so that Blake could secure them to the top of his boot, but when Blake just grinned and looked back to the tack-room, he hurried to comply.
Adam wondered what the implied threat was.
Archie and Blake locked Spike and Diablo’s wrists to their thighs and then moved them so that they were straddling the bench, facing each other, cock and balls pressed together and resting on David’s nose.
“Can you remove their cock cages?” Adam asked, mouth watering at the sight of their thick cocks straining against the stainless steel of their cages. He knew they hadn’t come in months, and the idea of all that pent up come dripping down onto David’s face as they rutted against each other while he lay trapped between their legs was just too good to pass up.
“If that’s what you want,” Archie said, unenthusiastic.
“You sure?” Blake asked, wrinkling his nose.
“Yes,” Adam said, decisive.
Diablo’s murderous glare had disappeared with the arrival of the hope that he might get to shoot his load, a restless anticipation taking its place.
That was another thing. Adam wanted him and Spike to associate David with something positive so that they would be less likely to harm him if they somehow managed to get at him unsupervised. That, and they wouldn’t be quite so desperate when they eventually fucked his ass.
“You’re the boss,” Archie said, walking back to the tack-room to get the key to the cages while Blake set about fastening a blood-oxygen reader to David’s finger and hooking it up to a little machine under the bench. He pressed a button on the machine, making both Spike and Diablo jump in surprise and let out twin growls of anger.
The electrified plugs were obviously working as they should.
Archie came back, and despite his initial reluctance, Spike and Diablo’s cages were off with the turn of a screw. Dripping and wet with slick pre-cum, both monster cocks rose up to granite hardness the second they were released from their tight confinement. Grunting, hips thrusting hard, Spike and Diablo rutted against each other with ferocious movement, their bodies grinding together while they closed their eyes and moaned.
Adam watched, mesmerized, as pre-cum dripped down their ripped abs and landed on David’s face. The sight of his young fiancé opening his mouth and licking at Spike’s balls, eager and hungry, come draining into his mouth as he slathered the plum-sized orb with his tongue had Adam’s nostrils flaring with arousal.
“Grind down on his face,” he ordered, coming up to stand next to the two men, grabbing them by their shoulders and pushing them down.
They obeyed without question, Spike lowering his taint down on David’s mouth and sliding his ass forward, grinding David’s face into his crack and against his hole. Then he pulled back, Diablo repeating the movement, the two of them taking turns sliding their muscular asses over David’s face as he desperately licked whatever skin was on offer, drinking down their combined sweat and pre-cum.
It was filthy. David’s face was wet and shiny with debauched fluid, his nose reddening under the rough onslaught, his breaths coming in little gasps whenever his mouth was free.
Unable to help himself, Adam grabbed the base of the plug sticking out of Spike’s ass and yanked it out, making the muscular man cry out in surprise.
“Hand me some lube,” Adam ordered, unbuttoning his tight jeans and allowing his fat cock to slip free. He held out his hand, certain that either Blake or Archie would obey and provide him with what he wanted, and straddled the bench behind Spike, pressing his chest to the other man’s back and following along with his movement as he continued to ride David’s face. His cock came to rest between Spike’s rounded cheeks, throbbing in time to his pulse, the slick heat making his cock drip.
Archie came up next to him and handed him a bottle of lube.
Sitting down on David’s chest, forcing him to exhale at the unexpected weight, Adam lathered up his cock and aimed it at Spike’s ass. He handed the bottle back to Archie with a lecherous smile.
“You want to take the other end?” he asked, making Archie grin and Blake scowl at
not being chosen.
“Absolutely,” Archie agreed.
Arrangements made, Adam focused on the ass in front of him. The big mushroom-shaped head of his cock found Spike’s hole – tight but well accustomed to being used – and after following along with the other man’s movements for a few minutes he pushed inside and buried himself to the hilt.
Spike’s rhythm stuttered, but only for a second, and when he renewed his rhythm and slid his ass forward over David’s face, Adam could feel the bridge of David’s nose against the base of his cock.
Closing his eyes, Adam waited until Spike’s ass was right over David’s mouth, his fiancée’s tongue pressing against the root of his cock, and then he held Spike still, stopping his movement.
“Lick my cock,” he ordered, manhandling Spike so that he could feel David’s mouth on the root of his cock while the rest of his member stayed buried in Spike’s ass. “I want to fucking feel it.”
David pushed out his tongue, lapping it against the underside of Adam’s thick rod and Spike’s stretched hole, making Adam’s balls pull tight from sheer pleasure. Whatever apprehension he might have felt earlier, it was all gone now judging by the eager way he tasted Spike’s rim as it stretched tight around Adam’s cock.
“That’s it,” he grunted, withdrawing his cock from Spike’s ass, letting David lick along the vein climbing up the underside of his impressive manhood. “This is where you belong, David, under a real man’s ass eating his cock.”
“Mhmm,” David agreed, angling his head slightly and mouthing at Adam’s cock as though he were desperate to have it inside of him.
Adam chuckled darkly. Before the weekend was over David would get more cock than most guys got in a year.
Feeling good, fucking Spike with slow and steady strokes, Adam was caught off guard when Spike suddenly clenched down tight around him. He stilled the thrusting of his hips, enjoying the sudden tight clench, trying to stave off his orgasm. It didn’t help when David started licking his balls, taking one into his mouth and rolling it over his tongue.