by Heart, D. J.
Jaw clenched tight, David shook his head. “No, daddy.”
“It wouldn’t?” Adam leaned in and kissed his cheek. “But you’re so pretty like this.”
“Please-” David gritted his teeth, another cramp wracking his body. Adam kissed him, licking over closed lips like he could taste his agony.
“All right,” Adam sighed. “Go into the shower and squat down.”
David walked into the shower, moving slow and holding on to the wall as he crouched down. Adam crouched down with him, caressing his belly and pushing the flat of his hand down on the distended skin.
“I can’t-”
“You can,” Adam cut David off, pressing a finger over his mouth. He traced his lips. “You can take it because I’m making you take it. Now spread your legs wider, we don’t want you getting your new boots dirty.”
Closing his eyes, David shifted his legs further apart. Adam reached between his legs, giving his balls a light caress before finding the valve to release the air from the bulb making sure David was plugged tight. He played with the nozzle for a few seconds, pushing it in and listening to David keen, but then he unsealed the valve and pulled the nozzle out.
Watching David empty his bowels wasn’t pretty, so Adam left the bathroom to get dressed while David found his release. As he was putting on his jeans he heard the sound of the shower running, David cleaning up the mess the enema had made and making it safe to go back inside.
Looking toward the door, Adam was just about to tuck his cock into his pants when he changed his mind about what he wanted to wear. The cowboy look was fun, but he was in the mood for something a little crueler.
Stripping off his jeans and tossing them over the back of the chair by the fireplace, he walked over to his suitcase and rummaged around, taking out the tan breeches, knee high boots and white shirt he’d had made just for this occasion. Pulling on the breeches, Adam turned to the full length mirror and admired the way they clung to his muscular thighs. Reaching down into the crotch he spent a minute arranging his cock, making sure his goods were showing to their best advantage.
The breeches were made from a stretchy material, more like compression tights than real breeches, but that was how Adam liked them. Next he bent down to put on the knee high black boots, the black leather supple and soft to the touch. They were a bitch to get on, clinging to his sculpted calves like a second skin, but the special fit was worth it for the final look.
He couldn’t wait to have David on his knees, tongue making a sloppy mess of the smooth leather.
Next, Adam put on the shirt and tucked it into the breeches, grabbing a slim belt from his suitcase and buckling it into place. Finally, Adam knelt down next to his suitcase and withdrew a riding jacket made from supple black leather. He tugged it on, grinning at the way the snug leather clung to his wide shoulders and bulging biceps.
The coat was cut short in the front, making sure that his crotch was on full display, and a little bit longer in the back.
Studying himself in the mirror, Adam was more than pleased. The breeches showed off his long, muscular legs; while the unbuttoned shirt displayed his pecs and washboard abs perfectly. Brushing his hair back over his ears, stroking the five-o’clock shadow darkening his chin, Adam smirked at his reflection. He looked like a gay reimagining of a regency rake – which was exactly the look he’d asked his tailor to make for him.
It was the perfect attire for training a handsome young pony.
From the bathroom, Adam heard the sound of the shower turning off. He grabbed the bit and bridle, lovingly fondling the sturdy leather straps between his fingers, and walked into the bathroom to find David using a towel to dry off his boots.
“Did you make a mess?” Adam tutted, folding his arms over his chest and taking a wide legged stance. David startled and nearly fell over, looking up with a sheepish expression.
“I cleaned it up,” he promised, rising up and taking in Adam’s outfit with wide eyes. “You look hot.”
Adam smirked. “I know.”
David rolled his eyes. “Not that hot.”
Groping his cock, emphasizing the bulge of his erection, Adam just raised his brow in challenge.
Blushing, David looked away. “Fine, you do. Can I take the boots off now? My feet are starting to hurt.”
Adam laughed, holding up the bit gag. “No, they’re staying on all day. And this is going back in. Then we’re heading down to the stable to put on the rest of your gear.” Walking forward, he pushed the gag into David’s mouth, fastening the straps around his head with sure fingers. When he was done he leaned in and kissed him on his gagged mouth. “You’re going to have so much fun today, baby!”
5
David
Following Adam down the path to the stable, David couldn’t get over how good Adam looked. Everything, from the way his linen shirt hugged his wide shoulders to the sight of his massive feet clad in fancy knee-high boots, David was practically drooling with lust.
He loved it when Adam dressed up for him.
“Look at you, walking without needing any help,” Adam complimented him, giving the reins attached to David’s bit a little tug.
David glowered, all thoughts about how handsome Adam looked vanishing at the reminder of the reins. The long strips of leather connected to either side of his mouth, and every time Adam pulled on them it hurt.
At the moment Adam was in front of him, the reins more like a leash than something to steer with, but David could already tell that they would be awful when used as intended.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Adam chided with a big grin. “Just think, with a little training you’ll be pulling a cart in no time. Won’t that be fun?”
David, unable to respond, looked straight ahead. The harsh tug on his bit that followed his non-reply was completely unexpected, bringing him to his knees and forcing him to brace himself on the rough gravel pathway.
“I asked you a question,” Adam growled, pushing a booted foot down on David’s back and forcing him flat. “What the fuck makes you think you get to stare off into the distance and ignore me like a sullen teenager, huh?”
“Mh-”
“Answer me,” Adam interrupted, grinding down on David’s back before shifting his foot up and pressing his boot down on David’s neck. “Well?”
“Esh sh-ure,” David whimpered, the bit pressed between his teeth mangling his words. He was trying to say yes sir.
The boot lifted off his neck and Adam crouched down in front of him, reins wrapped tight around his fist. The expression on his face was cruel and unbearably sexy.
“That’s my boy!” He tugged on the reins, rising to his feet and forcing David to stand up with him. Little rocks and pebbles clung to David’s chest, stomach and hands, falling to the ground as he struggled unsteadily to his feet.
David’s heart raced as he fought to regain his balance, his rock hard cock bobbing in the wind. He was equally shocked and turned on by the unexpected rough treatment. The rush of adrenaline was intense.
Brushing the remaining dirt and gravel off his chest, he waited for Adam to start moving. Though it wasn’t nearly as cold as it had been during the night, David was naked from his boots up and he was starting to shiver.
“No more bad behavior, okay?” Adam said, his voice deep and stern. He grabbed the reins right where they connected to David’s bit and used the hold to keep his head still. “Can we agree on that?”
David nodded as much as the tight grip on his reins would allow.
Handsome face splitting in a wide grin, Adam leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Good boy. Now let’s get going – I’m sure Blake and Archie are wondering where we are.”
* * *
After the cool morning air the heat in the stable was almost oppressive. David followed Adam through the tack-room, the smell of leather and sweat lingering in the air, and into the main stable.
He ground to a halt, mouth slack and eyes wide at the sight that greeted him. Brick, wearin
g some kind of leather bodysuit, leather gloves and big black boots, had the tiny teenager from the stall across from Hector bent over the fucking bench, driving into him with the force and intensity of an enraged bull.
It was terrifying. Brick towered over the tiny teenager, massive hands gripping slim hips as he practically yanked the boy back onto his cock with every thrust, growling and grunting while the teenager whimpered and cried.
David couldn’t see the actual penetration, but he could hear the wet squelch of Brick’s massive cock wrecking the boy’s ass. Brick’s face was a study of concentration, his body a well-oiled machine, while the teenager looked like he was just trying to survive the ride. His face was red and splotchy with tears, his mouth opened wide around a fat red ball gag.
Blake and Archie were nowhere to be seen.
“Think he’s having fun?” Adam asked, coming up behind him. He hooked his chin on David’s shoulder, kissing his cheek.
“I-sh he ok-ay?” David asked around his gag. He was genuinely worried. Brick was just so much bigger than the boy he was fucking, looming over him like some kind of hulking monster.
“He’s probably in heaven, the nasty little pig.”
David would have rolled his eyes if he wasn’t so worried. “Sh-erio-shly,” he insisted, turning his head to look at Adam.
Adam sighed, walking over to Brick and snapping his fingers in the larger man’s face. “Take a break for a second, David here has some concerns.”
Brick’s hips stilled, the length of his cock buried deep in the twink’s ass. Reluctantly, looking like a dog relinquishing his treat, he slid his cock out of the boy’s ass and took a step back.
The sudden silence was only broken by the boy’s ragged panting. Adam crouched down and pulled the gag out of the kid’s mouth, tugging on his hair to lift his head up.
“Oliver, my very sweet fiancé is worried that you aren’t having fun. What should I tell him?” Adam stroked the boy’s cheek, fond and tender, and for a moment jealousy stirred in David’s gut.
Oliver hardly seemed to notice either Adam’s question, the touch on his cheek or the grip in his hair.
“Why’d you stop?” he pleaded, voice ragged and forlorn. He tried to look over his shoulder at Brick. “Don’t stop, please!”
Adam yanked his head and smacked his cheek, and after a moment of confusion some measure clarity entered the boy’s expression. He stared wide-eyed at Adam.
“What?” he asked, like he’d just realized that Adam was there.
“David over there is worried about you and ordered Brick to stop fucking you,” Adam explained, lying through his teeth.
Oliver glared at David with an expression of such loathing that David almost had to take a step back.
“No!” he cried, eyes like he was trying to set David on fire with his mind. “I need it!”
Adam dropped his grip on Oliver’s hair – his head flopping down to the bench, cheek pressed against the black leather – and David was fascinated to see the boy arching his back and wriggling his ass in desperate invitation.
Brick looked just as anxious as Oliver to get his cock back inside the boy’s hole.
“See, David,” Adam said, stroking Oliver’s hair tenderly. “He needs it.”
David swallowed around the gag in his mouth, feeling light-headed and strange. How could Oliver enjoy that kind of brutality?
The thought made him scoff at himself. Oliver enjoyed it the same way David enjoyed it – against all reason and with a vehemence that would shock any sane person.
“What do you say?” Adam said, coming up and grabbing the end of the reins hanging down from David’s gag. He pulled him over to where Oliver lay slumped over the bench. Up close, Oliver looked even more wrecked than he had at a distance. There were bruises on his hips where Brick had held him, huge and in the shape of Brick’s massive paws, and his whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Should I let Brick continue?” Adam asked, leading David further back so that he could see the state of Oliver’s hole.
It was gaping. Wet and messy, David looked at Oliver’s ruined ass with horrified arousal, the sight of his red insides almost making him want to reach out and touch.
Absentmindedly he nodded.
“Good boy,” Adam said, wiping drool away from his chin with the side of his thumb before turning to Brick. “You can start fucking him again.”
Brick didn’t waste a second. He grabbed Oliver by the hips, lining his cock up with the gaping hole and pulled him back onto his cock with a grunt.
Oliver screamed, a high keening sound, but Brick didn’t give him any time to get used to his cock again. He pulled out, hands keeping Oliver pressed down on the bench, before slamming back in with enough force that his hips hitting Oliver’s ass sounded like a smack.
“Think you could take that?” Adam asked, pulling David under his arm and speaking into his ear.
David started to shake his head, the sight of Brick’s massive cock pistoning in and out of Oliver’s hole making his gut churn in uncomfortable arousal, but then he hesitated.
Could he handle Brick? The man was a beast – all solid muscle wrapped in shiny black leather – and the way he drove his cock into Oliver’s young body was downright scary. But…
David wanted it. His balls felt warm and heavy at the thought of Brick using him – abusing him – driving into his body until he was a wreck of need and agony.
He nodded, and Adam laughed. It was not a nice laugh.
“We’ll see,” Adam promised, and David wondered if he’d made a mistake.
He couldn’t wait to find out.
David watched Brick fucking his much smaller prisoner – mesmerized by the contrast of Brick’s black leather gloves against Oliver’s bruised skin – until the sound of the door to the tack room opening tore him out of his trance.
“There you are!” Archie walked into the room, kicking the door shut behind him and looking at the scene in front of him with a wide grin. “We were worried we’d scared you off.”
Adam laughed, and David’s head turned sharply at the sound.
That was Adam’s embarrassed laugh.
“No, I just wanted to play some more with him before I went to bed,” Adam explained, like a liar.
David wondered what Adam would do if he revealed that Adam couldn’t sleep without him. It would probably be awful and a whole world of fun.
“I get that,” Archie said, walking up next to them and tilting his head at Oliver. He reached down and pushed his finger flush against Brick’s cock, pushing it into Oliver’s ass next to the massive cock thrusting in and out of the hole, tugging at the rim. He frowned at Brick. “Running a little low on lube there, buddy.”
Brick bared his teeth and sneered. “He can take it.”
“Remember the rule, Brick. If you tear his ass, Max tears yours.”
“Not going to tear,” Brick grunted, slamming his cock home and making Oliver cry out in pain.
David wondered who this Max was that he would threaten to tear Brick’s ass. He sounded terrifying.
“All right, you know what you’re doing.” Archie turned to Adam. “You want to get this one geared up and started on his training or do you want to stay here and watch Brick finish.”
Adam didn’t hesitate. “Let’s get him geared up. He’s getting good at walking in the boots, but I think some time with the horse walker would do him a world of good.”
Archie grinned, reaching down and giving the bulge in his jeans a squeeze. “Start him off on the deep end, huh? I like it.”
David wondered what exactly he was in for now.
* * *
The ‘horse walker’ was pretty much what it sounded like. A machine in the center of a wide circle with four long arms extending out overhead to the edge of the loop, leather straps dangling down so that they could attach to the bridle fastened over David’s head.
Once the horse walker was turned on, the arm overhead would start spinning, fo
rcing David to walk along the track around the edge of the circle or end up dragged after it by his mouth.
Testing the length of the reins connecting his bridle to the arm above, Adam shortened the straps by two holes so that there was almost no slack. He rubbed David’s shoulder, grinning at the nervous look David shot him.
“You’ll be good for me, right?” Adam asked, instead of reassuring him. He stroked his hand down over David’s bound arms, squeezing his bicep playfully.
David hadn’t minded having his arms tied behind his back – hands gripping his elbows and his forearms tied together – forcing his shoulders back and his chest out – not if it meant he didn’t have to wear the straitjacket corset.
David nodded, and Adam stepped back. He looked over at Archie by the controls of the machine, and he must have given him some kind of signal, because the next thing David knew the machine whirred to life and the reins connected to his face were pulling him forward.
The arm slowly but surely advanced, and step after stumbling step, David followed. It was awkward, the short length of the reins meaning he had to keep his face looking up to avoid painful tugging, but he managed the first round without any problems.
He wondered how long exactly he would have to do this.
“Good boy,” Archie said, coming up and walking next to him. He put his hand on David’s back, the broad expanse of his palm hot against David’s skin. The man was dressed the same as he’d been the day before – tight jeans, cowboy boots and a leather bomber jacket – though now the jacket was zipped all the way up to his neck to ward off the cold. He kept on rubbing his hand up and down the length of David’s back over his bound arms.
“You’re doing good, but I want you to lift your legs higher.”
David took a moment to parse the request, and when he understood what Archie wanted he cringed in embarrassment.
They wanted him to trot like a horse.
“Knees up,” Archie insisted, and feeling mortified, David tried. He hoisted his knee up with a grunt of effort, letting his foot crash back down to the ground before he repeated the action with his other foot.