by Heart, D. J.
Spike had obviously come, judging by the shudders running through his body as Diablo continued grinding against him. Diablo’s movements, in turn, were driven by the steady pounding he was taking from Archie’s cock, the handsome training drilling into Diablo’s body with unrelenting force.
Reaching down Spike’s front, hand feeling its way down ripped, sweaty abs, Adam found Spike’s thick cock and grabbed a hold of it. It throbbed with each pent up release of seed, thick jets colliding with Diablo’s abs and Spike’s protruding pecs, the thick mess running down both their bodies to gather on David’s upturned face.
The scent of come filled the air, heady and intense, and Adam could only imagine what it smelled like from David’s perspective.
He shot his load, the orgasm ripped out of him with unexpected force, his balls emptying deep into Spike’s ass. He continued jerking Spike off as he came, the other man’s pleasure soon turning to torment as Adam worked his spent cock with rough and unmerciful movement.
Scooting forward, Adam pushed Spike, Diablo and Archie away from David’s greedy face, planting his jean-clad ass down on his mouth. He wished that he’d thought to take off his pants so that he could feel David’s tongue in his ass as he came.
Still, smothering David was fun in and of itself, even when he was wearing his jeans.
Orgasm subsiding, David’s nose nestled into his taint and Spike still squeezing down on his length, Adam was caught off guard when Diablo let out a roar of anger and surprise, bucking back against Archie and forcing the other man to reach under his arms and back around his neck, locking him in a full nelson chokehold and using all his strength to keep him in check.
Archie laughed, grinning wide as he wrestled Diablo into submission.
“It’s the plug,” Archie explained, white teeth on display as he kept on grinning. “You triggered the oxygen monitor and now he’s being punished.”
Adam let out a guffaw, looking down at David between his legs, his cock giving one last throb as he observed the way he lay trapped and unable to breathe under his ass. He lifted his ass up, letting the poor boy breathe a heaving gasp, and then planted himself right down again.
“Sorry buddy,” Adam said, tussling Diablo’s hair in a playful and insincere apology. “I’ll make it up to you.”
With that he reached down and took a hold of Diablo’s cock, gripping it tight and jerking it hard and fast, and in just a few seconds Diablo was bucking again, though this time it was in pleasure.
Adam milked the angry beast of a man through his orgasm, making sure to keep his ass smothering David and cutting off his air. This time it was entirely expected when Diablo’s plug went off, shocking him and making him scream out in furious rage. He glared at Adam, nostrils flaring like an enraged bull, fighting against Archie’s hold and nearly managing to throw him off in his attempt to attack Adam.
Pushing back, slipping out of Spike’s ass and resting his weight on David’s chest, Adam used his booted foot to drag Spike back into place over David’s face. He watched with hooded eyes as the load he’d planted in Spike’s ass dripped down onto David’s face, and when the boy turned away in distaste he reached down and grabbed his chin, squeezing his mouth open with a low growl.
“Eat it,” he commanded, the command he had over David making his gut clench with hot arousal.
Opening his mouth, David lay still as Adam pushed thick globs of come and lube into his mouth, pressing his fingers past his teeth and toward the back of his throat as he forced him to eat and lick up Adam’s come.
Adam kept feeding him until he was satisfied that David had gotten the point.
“Good boy,” he said and swung his leg off David’s body, patting him on the cheek. “And you too, boys.” He clapped Spike and Diablo on their sweaty shoulders, grinning at the twin looks of pure hatred they shot him. He leaned in, sliding his hands up the back of their necks and gripped them by the hair.
“You boys want to come again tomorrow?”
Angry eyes watched him warily, neither one of them making any move to answer the question.
“No?” Adam asked, teasing.
Finally Spike nodded, making Diablo narrow his eyes in contempt.
“I want you to come,” Adam said, looking them each in the eye with complete sincerity. “I love watching those monster cocks of yours shooting load after load of come for my boy. I want him fucking drenched in it. But if you two don’t behave, Rex isn’t going to let me take your cages off anymore. Is that what you want, to be locked up tight in those neat cages Rex had made for you?”
This time both men reluctantly shook their heads.
“I didn’t think so. Now, I’m going to leave your cages off tonight and let you stay right here on top of my boy, feeding him as much come as you want,” Adam tightened his grip on their hair, “but if you act out and hurt him in any way I’ll personally make sure neither one of you ever has another erection. Do you understand?”
Diablo rolled his eyes, but he and Spike both nodded. Adam released his grip on their hair, Diablo’s reaction throwing him a little. He wondered if he should punish him for rolling his eyes, but his hesitation meant that too much time had passed for any reaction he had to seem anything but weak.
“You want them blindfolded?” Blake asked, holding up a pair of blindfolds with a crooked smirk. “They hate them, but they never behave better than when they’re wearing them.”
Feeling mean, Adam nodded.
“Good idea,” Adam said, glancing at Diablo and grinning at his displeased glower. “And don’t forget to plug them back up.”
“We won’t,” Archie said, collecting the plugs off the floor. He lubed them up and shoved them back into Spike and Diablo’s holes, sealing whatever was left of Adam and Archie’s come into their guts. Sensing that the fun was over, Archie asked, “Are you going to call it a night?”
Adam shrugged.
“I think I’m going to head up to the guesthouse and eat before I come back and get David settled in for the night.”
Blake frowned. “You’re not leaving him where he is?”
It wasn’t a strange question, given how Adam had treated some of the boys he’d brought to the stable, but David was nothing like them. Adam cared about him.
“All night?” Adam huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “No way. That would be a bit too intense.”
Blake sulked, his look of disappointment irritating Adam. Blake’s only purpose was to facilitate Adam’s fun. If he enjoyed himself, fine, but if he didn’t, Adam expected him to grin and bear it like any other whore he used for his enjoyment.
If this went on he’d have to talk to Rex about teaching Blake a lesson.
“Will you two be staying here?” Adam asked, tucking his cock back into his jeans and buttoning up his fly.
“Yeah. We have to get Brick down and settled into his stall,” Archie said. “He has one more night as a pony before he’s out of the doghouse.”
“And hanging there, was that part of Rex’s punishment?” Adam asked.
“Nah, Max just hung him up there while he punished his nuts. It was his last chance to play with him before he’s back in charge of the stables.”
So basically Max was taking advantage while he could. That wasn’t unexpected.
Adam shook his head, bemused. He didn’t get Brick’s position at all. The man was a menace with his charges, pushing them to their limits and way beyond, but with Rex and Max he was all sub. That kind of switching wasn’t something Adam could empathize with at all.
He liked to be in charge, always.
“Well, keep an eye on David while I eat. His safeword is red, and if he uses it I want you to untie him and bring him to me.”
This time even Archie looked at him askance.
“Do I need to fucking repeat myself?” Adam growled.
“No, no, his safeword is red, we got it,” Archie said, placating and obviously realizing that Adam was pissed.
Taking a deep breath, Adam walk
ed over to David. He pushed Spike and Diablo away, exposing David’s face looking up at him. His face was wet, eyelashes sticking to his cheeks, and though he looked dazed out of his mind, there was nothing unhappy about it.
“You okay for a while?” Adam asked, stroking his forehead and scratching over his ear.
“Mhmh,” David hummed, licking his lips and turning into the touch.
“Do you remember your safeword?”
This time it took a moment for David to respond.
“Red,” he mumbled, blinking and looking impossibly cute considering his debauched state.
“Good boy,” Adam said, leaning down and kissing his lips. He tasted like salt sweat and come, making Adam grimace. It was not a taste he enjoyed. “Use it if you need to.”
“I will,” David promised.
Adam stroked his forehead again, face still close. “That’s my boy,” he said, standing up and taking a step back. “I’ll be back in a bit.” He pushed Spike and Diablo back into place over David’s face. They’d both regained their erections since shooting their loads, and given the opportunity they wasted no time in getting back to rutting against each other.
With a final warning to Blake and Archie to behave, Adam made his way out of the stable and up the path to Rex’s guesthouse to get himself some dinner.
3
David
David liked Rex’s stables. He’d gotten to spend hours between the legs of two of the hottest and scariest men he’d ever seen, tongue free to explore between their muscular cheeks and lick their heavy balls, all the while pre-cum, sweat and come dripped down and absolutely drenched his face. Then Adam had come and taken him to a shower, taking off his boots and the corset slash straitjacket, and washed him down with the kind of tenderness that made David feel positively gooey inside.
It was awesome.
“Think you can handle getting back into the pony gear for the night?” Adam asked as he dried him off, the fluffy white towel moving between his legs and drying his swollen sac. The movement jostled the big plug inside of him, making him wonder how long Adam intended to leave it in.
“The boots, maybe,” David hedged. The boots had been uncomfortable, but the corset had made it really hard to get a full breath of air. It had made being strapped down to the bench intensely more uncomfortable than it had to be, though David guessed that was sort of the point.
“And the rest of it,” Adam said, leaving the words hanging like he was waiting for David to contradict him.
David didn’t.
“Good boy,” Adam said, his voice pitched low and rumbly as he kissed the junction of David’s neck and shoulder. “Knew you would be so good for me.”
David’s belly tingled with warm happiness at the praise, and he decided to do his best with the restrictive pony gear. It wasn’t like it was terrible to wear – just uncomfortable.
Lips pressed against his neck, Adam spent a minute just standing behind him, moving his nose up behind David’s ear and into the back of his hair. After a few seconds David realized that he was tracing the places the leather bridle had been strapped into place.
It was strange, how a few strips of leather could make his head feel so trapped. The sensation verged on claustrophobic, and David wondered for the millionth time how he could enjoy something that objectively felt so awful.
He decided not to think too hard about it.
After he’d dried him off, Adam led him into the tack-room where Blake and Archie were waiting. They were still intimidating – Blake especially – but the way Adam ordered them around made David feel a lot safer.
It was clear that neither man would disobey David’s soon to be husband.
“Same getup?” Blake asked when they entered, looking hot and dangerous as he leaned against the wall. He’d taken off his shirt, leaving his ripped abs and bouncy pecs on display, his tight jeans showing off his long, muscular legs and bulging crotch.
“That’s right,” Adam said, pushing David toward Archie who stood ready with the cuffs he’d worn earlier.
Archie grabbed his wrists and fastened the thick leather cuffs with practiced ease, lifting David’s hands up and connecting them to the chain dangling from the ceiling. As soon as they clipped in place, Blake pressed the button to hoist him into the air.
After that everything went the same as before. Blake and Archie grabbed a boot each and fitted them over his legs, lacing them up tight all the way to the tops of his thighs before lowering the chain and securing his arms and upper body in the straitjacket corset combo. Lastly they pressed the bit gag between his teeth and locked the bridle in place.
“Feel nice?” Adam asked, the evil gleam in his eye communicating clearly that he knew it felt nothing of the sort. He walked up in front of him and pushed a finger under the collar of the straitjacket. “Not too tight?”
David shook his head, Adam’s finger against the side of his throat making him swallow noisily.
“Good. Let me show you where you sleep.” Adam held David by the back of the neck and walked him to the stall across the room from Spike and Diablo. They stopped, Adam standing behind him with his head on David’s shoulder as they observed the stall’s inhabitant.
“This is Hector,” Adam said, looking at the man. “He’s going to be sharing his stall with you.”
David looked down, suddenly shy. Hector looked to be a good ten to fifteen years older than him, his salt and pepper hair cut short and neat over his ears, with a lean, muscular body that stood about three inches taller than David’s own six foot two inches.
It was insane how many tall people Adam knew. David was six foot two for fucks sake. He was tall, and yet when Adam took him places he always ended up feeling short. It was unnatural.
“He’s handsome, right?” Adam said, making David blush. Hector was handsome, with a strong jaw and heavy brow, his expression one of intrigued curiosity. He was dressed in thigh-high pony boots, similar to the ones David was wearing, though when David looked closer he saw that the bottom part of the boots looked pretty normal and nothing at all like his own.
That meant that Hector wasn’t standing on his toes, putting their actual height difference closer to five or six inches. The knowledge only made Hector more appealing.
“David?” Adam prompted, his voice low and warning when David didn’t answer his question.
David nodded, unable to help the blush that spread over his cheeks. In addition to the boots, Hector wore a thick leather harness that framed his pecs and shoulders, and a leather jockstrap that struggled to contain what looked to be an absolutely massive set of cock and balls. His hands were free, hanging loose down his side, unencumbered by leather gloves or mittens.
“Why don’t you say hello?” Adam suggested, pushing him forward into the stall. David stumbled, but managed to right himself and find his balance without help. Hector didn’t move, watching him with a tilted head and waiting to see what he would do.
David had no idea how he was supposed to behave. Was he supposed to play at being a pony now? How did ponies even act? David didn’t have a clue. He stood there, hesitating just inside the stall, feeling increasingly foolish.
Finally Hector took the initiative. He walked forward and placed his hands on David’s shoulders, strong fingers gripping him firmly through the soft leather. Standing so close David’s nose filled with the scent of musk and sweat, and he could feel the heat coming off the larger man radiating against his skin.
Hector didn’t say a word, watching David for a second before leaning down like he was going to kiss him. David froze, but Hector didn’t do as he’d anticipated. Instead of kissing him, lips just an inch away from the corner of his mouth where it was held open by the cruel bit, Hector let out a huff of air through his nose, the warm blast hitting the side of David’s face and making him startle in surprise.
“He’s saying hello,” Adam explained, coming up behind him and reaching around to pet Hector’s hair. “Aren’t you going to say hello back?”
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br /> Confused, feeling silly but also turned on, David breathed out his own long breath of air, aiming the breath at Hector’s face.
Hector leaning in, bumping his face against David’s, his scratchy five-o’clock shadow rough against David’s smooth cheek.
“He likes you,” Adam said, rubbing David’s shoulder like he’d done something good.
Even though it was ridiculous, David couldn’t help the burst of pleased happiness that filled his belly at the statement.
“Hector, you’re in charge of David tonight. You’re not allowed to fuck him, but if he wants to blow you he’s allowed as long as you put his gag back right after he’s done.”
Adam’s words made David glance down at Hector’s stuffed package. Even though he’d just spent hours between Spike and Diablo’s legs, he hadn’t actually gotten to suck them off. He missed the sensation of a big cock stretching his throat, and he hoped that Hector would let him play with his cock.
Judging by the eager look on Hector’s face, he was just as enthusiastic about the idea as David.
“Hector will take good care of you,” Adam promised, his words spoken softly into David’s ear. He wrapped David up in a tight hug. “Think you can handle spending the night in here with him?”
David was about to nod, but then he hesitated. With his gag making it impossible to speak and Adam obviously intending to sleep elsewhere, this was his only chance to back out before morning.
“Mhmh,” David said, nodding. It was one night, and if he didn’t enjoy himself it wasn’t like he’d ever have to do it again.
Besides, making Adam happy was a thrill in and of itself.
Adam grinned into his neck. “Good boy. I’ll be back in the morning to feed and groom you before Blake and Archie start your training.” Adam spun him around and kissed his mouth, tongue tracing the leather bit keeping David’s teeth apart. “Have a good night.”