by Heart, D. J.
“Good?” Adam asked, wiping a stray drop of water from David’s lower lip. Unable to help himself, he pushed his finger into David’s mouth, rubbing over his tongue.
David closed his lips around his finger, sucking on it and closing his eyes with a moan.
He really was a perfect little slut.
7
David
After lunch, Adam put the bit back into David’s mouth and led him outside.
Staring out at the wide open field just behind the stable – Spike, Diablo, Hector and all the other ponies milling around in full pony-gear – David wondered why he’d ever thought that Adam would let him take a break.
“Come on, go have fun with your new friends,” Adam prompted, pushing him through the gate.
David let himself be pushed past the gate, Adam closing it shut behind him, but he moved no further.
What exactly was he supposed to do? His arms were still tied behind his back, he was balanced on the tips of his toes in the world’s most uncomfortable boots, and there was a gag in his mouth that made everything he said unintelligible.
Turning around, he glared at Adam.
“Or we could go back and practice walking some more,” Adam threatened.
Sighing, David turned back around and walked toward the other people-ponies. Hector was standing with the two guys that David hadn’t met yet, leaning against the fence and doing nothing, while Oliver seemed to be caught between Spike and Diablo, the two hunks pinning him between them while they gyrated and frotted against him.
Curious, he headed over to Oliver and the two much taller men rubbing off on him.
“He-o!” he said when he came close, snorting at the sight of Oliver’s head caught between Spike and Diablo’s pecs. His cheeks were squished and his face was glistening with sweat – either his own or Spike and Diablo’s.
Spike’s cock was nestled in the top crack of his ass and up along his back, leaking pre-cum, while Diablo was grinding against his flat front.
The sight of Spike and Diablo’s huge cocks up against Oliver’s skinny body was undeniably hot.
Noticing him for the first time, Spike abandoned Oliver and rounded on David with a speed that shocked him. One minute he was rutting up against Oliver and the next he was standing behind David, pushing his knee between David’s legs and making him fall to the ground with a yell of startled surprise.
Spike kicked David’s legs apart, going to his knees between them and dropping down on top of him, his bulbous cockhead sliding up between David’s cheeks and stopping at his hole.
Breath hot against his neck, Spike angled his hips up and thrust his cock against David’s hole, managing to slide about half the head inside before David bucked him off and rolled away.
“Ah-t eh uck!” he cried, rolling onto his back to protect his vulnerable hole.
Spike’s cock was slick with his own pre-cum, but not much else, and David’s hole certainly didn’t have any lube in it.
What was Spike thinking?
Growling, Spike tried to wrestle him back onto his belly, and to David’s horror Diablo soon joined him.
“Hey, hey you guys, back off!”
David breathed out a sigh of relief at Blake’s voice calling out behind him, Spike and Diablo reluctantly moving off him and getting back to their feet.
David stayed where he was, on his back and staring up at the cloudy afternoon sky.
“Where’s your plug?” Blake growled, crouching down and flipping David back over onto his stomach and feeling over his hole.
David had no idea. He hadn’t worn a plug since the inflatable enema nozzle had forced him to hold a whole bathtub’s worth of water that morning.
“What’s going on?”
David rolled back onto his ass to see that Adam had jogged out to greet them.
“You planning on letting Spike and Diablo fuck him dry out here?” Blake asked. None of his previous anger was anywhere to be heard in his voice, the question asked like he was just mildly curious.
“No, why?” Adam asked, looking over at Spike and Diablo who were both sulking.
“If a hole isn’t plugged or gagged, those two will try their best to fuck it.” Blake said, standing up and nudging David with the tip of his boot. “They were about to tear your boy a new one.”
Adam glared at the two pony-studs in question. “I thought they were supposed to be in chastity!”
Blake shrugged. “They were, and then you took their cages off.”
“Obviously you should have put them back on after you took David away from them.”
Adam sounded genuinely angry, and Blake must have realized that because he went from casual to remorseful in the blink of an eye.
“I’m sorry, we should have realized.”
He didn’t say anything else or offer up excuses, and after a few seconds of glaring at him, Adam huffed and looked down at David.
“Get up, we’re taking a break from playing pony.” He reached down and grabbed David under the arms, hoisting him to his feet.
“E ahe?” David asked through his gag.
“Just for a few hours,” Adam said, his voice terse. He led David away back toward the gate, closing it behind them. After that he grabbed David by the back of the neck and marched him up the path, all the way back to the guesthouse.
8
Adam
Adam’s heart wouldn’t stop racing as he untied David’s arms, removed his bit and bridle and started unlacing his boots.
David almost getting fucked dry by Spike and Diablo was like a bucket of cold water over his head.
He had felt so in control – pushing David further and further, making him cry and look at him with glassy eyed arousal – and then one moment of stupidity had almost ended with David hurt and Adam forever undeserving of his trust.
Nothing bad was supposed to happen to David at the farm without Adam explicitly wanting it to.
“What’s up with you?” David asked, sitting down on the bed. He was trying to tug off his boots and failing miserably.
“Nothing,” Adam insisted, crouching down in front of him and grabbing his left boot, helping him tug it off before moving on to the next one.
“You’re acting really weird,” David shot back, staring at him with a scrunched up expression.
Adam stared at him, studying his confused face before sighing. “Spike and Diablo were trying to pin you down and fuck you dry, and if Blake hadn’t been there they might have succeeded. I fucked up.”
“But Blake was there,” David countered, like he didn’t really see the problem.
“I didn’t know that!” Adam burst out. “I was about to go have lunch, for fucks sake!”
David blinked at him, eyes wide and a small smile tugging at his lips.
“What?” Adam burst out, not seeing the humor in the situation.
“You’re such a control freak,” David said, fond and not at all appreciating how bad this was.
Frowning, Adam waited for him to explain himself further, but no other words were forthcoming.
“You’re not supposed to be hurt for real,” Adam explained, moving closer and putting his hands on David’s knees. “This is all just for fun, and I almost fucked it up.”
“You love me,” David crooned, his face breaking out into a dopey grin.
Adam licked his lips and swallowed, wondering why David wasn’t taking this as seriously as he should. Didn’t he realize what could have happened?
“I do,” Adam said, absolutely sincere. “And I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
David snorted. “You shocked my balls with a cattle prod until I agreed to drink your piss.”
“And you loved it,” Adam countered, knowing that it was true. David adored being humiliated and debased.
Looking down, peering up at Adam through his eyelashes, David blushed and shrugged.
“You’re still pretty out of it, huh?” Adam said, suddenly realizing that David wasn’t entirely out of his earl
ier descent into subspace.
It always took him a long time to come up.
He rose from his crouch and sat down next to David on the bed, determined that when he finally crashed he’d be there.
“Maybe,” David agreed, leaning against him. “Feel like I’m going to float away.”
Adam stroked his hair, heart still racing as he struggled to accept responsibility for the danger he’d put David in.
He needed to be better – less cavalier.
“How about a shower and a nice bath?” he suggested after a while.
“My feet do stink,” David said, wiggling his toes and making Adam laugh.
“They do. So, what do you say?”
“Will you wash my hair and brush my teeth?” David asked, leaning his cheek on Adam’s shoulder.
“Sure,” Adam promised, kissing the top of his head. “Anything you want.”
“Anything?”
“Anything,” Adam confirmed.
David pulled back and looked up at him, eyes crinkling mischievously. “Even if I want to see you as a pony?”
Adam laughed, pulling him back in under his arm. “Do you want to see me as a pony?”
David shook his head, and Adam was relieved. He wouldn’t put it past David to somehow manage to convince him to take a turn in the pony gear.
“Do you like being a pony so far?” Adam asked, fingers splayed over the back of David’s head, rubbing little circles.
“It’s okay,” David mumbled. “But I like what we usually do better, daddy.”
Adam’s cock stirred at the magic word. David might be a little out of it, but not too much to be a manipulative little shit.
Adam loved it.
“Yeah? You like being my baby better than being my pony?”
“Maybe,” David all but confirmed. He turned his face into Adam’s side, burring in under his shoulder like he was trying to hide in his armpit. “I like making you happy.”
Adam could hardly hear what he said, the words a warm breath against the side of his body.
“You do?”
David nodded against him. “Makes me feel nice.”
Letting out a long breath, Adam moved his hand out of David’s hand and rubbed his back.
“I like making you happy, too,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He rose from the bed and looked down at David. “Now let’s hop in the shower and get you all nice and clean for dinner, sound good?”
Looking up at him, near worship in his gaze, David nodded.
Calmed down but still feeling like he’d fucked up, Adam took David’s hand and pulled him to his feet. He led him to the shower and turned on the water, waiting until it heated up while holding David gently in his arms.
Directing David under the spray, standing behind him and gently washing his hair, Adam decided that he would simply have to be better in the future.
He couldn’t afford to risk something as precious to him as David.
* * *
1
David
“Morning sleepyhead.”
David blinked, eyes heavy and crusted with sleep as he stared up at Adam. His fiancé stood next to the bed holding two cups of coffee, looking unfairly attractive and awake.
“What time is it?” David asked, mouth feeling like cotton as he pushed up on his elbow and looked out the window. It was full daylight out, the sky a cheery blue dotted with fluffy white clouds. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
Adam smiled and sat down on the edge of the mattress, waiting for David to push himself up and sit with his back against the headrest before handing him his coffee. “I tried, but you told me to, and I quote, fuck off and leave me alone.”
David groaned, a hazy sort of recollection of what Adam was talking about making itself known in his mind. Adam might be smiling now, but he’d make him pay for the rudeness later.
He always did.
“Sorry,” David mumbled, taking a sip of coffee. The hot liquid warmed his throat, making him grin into the mug. He glanced up at Adam, suspicious at the happy look on the other man’s face. “So what have you been up to while I was sleeping?”
Adam’s mouth lifted up in a worrisome grin. “I’ve arranged a picnic for us. There’s a spot by the lake down the trail I thought we could visit.”
Whatever David had expected to hear, it was not a picnic.
“What?”
Adam reached out and stroked his hair, rubbing behind his ear and giving the shell a little tug. “Well, you did so well in the walker yesterday, I was thinking you could give pulling a carriage a try.”
David was almost relieved. For a moment he’d been worried that Adam had been taken over by a pod-person, but this made sense.
“A carriage?” he asked, taking another sip of his coffee. “Is that what it sounds like?”
Adam shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee and grinning at him. “Depends on what you think it sounds like.”
“Exhausting,” David deadpanned. “It sounds like it’s going to be exhausting.”
Eyes crinkling at the corners, Adam didn’t answer other than to stand up. “Drink your coffee and go brush your teeth. We’re leaving in half an hour.”
* * *
Forty five minutes later, David was standing in the tack-room, Adam and Blake pawing and groping him as they wrestled his feet back into the awful pony boots and tied his arms behind his back.
“How does it feel?” Adam asked as he fastened the bridle over David’s head, the gag pressed against his lips as he waited for an answer. “Does it pinch anywhere?”
Not sure if Adam was talking about the boots or the bridle, David shook his head no.
“Good boy,” Adam said, and then pushed the bit gag into his mouth. David clamped his teeth down on the firm leather, trying to prevent it from pushing against the corner of his lips, but Adam reached down and yanked on his nipple. The unexpected pain made him scream out, and Adam used the opportunity to push the gag in as far as it would go. He locked it in place and then kissed David’s forehead.
“We could always go with a dildo gag, if you want to challenge him a little,” Blake suggested, walking over to the wall and retrieving a muzzle-like contraption with a fat four inch dildo attached to it.
David shook his head no before he could think better of it, but Adam paid him no mind.
“Not today,” Adam said, patting David on the head. “I think the blinders will be enough of a challenge.”
David didn’t even get to wonder what blinders were before Adam snapped something new onto the straps crisscrossing his face.
At first David thought that Adam was going to blindfold him, panic welling up inside of him at the idea of not being able to see or talk again, but then he realized that the new addition to his gear didn’t cover his eyes. It just blocked his peripheral vision. Left and right, with the blinders clipped in place, all David could see was black leather. The only way left to look was straight ahead.
David was glad he wasn’t claustrophobic.
With the blinders in place, David didn’t see Blake coming up next to him until the scary man’s hands were on him, big and callused, buckling a new harness around his chest and shoulders. The harness was thick and sturdy, but very soft. Pulling the buckle tight, Blake pushed a finger under each strap to make sure there was no give before slapping him on the ass and stepping away.
“You want the walking plug?” Blake asked, heading over to the collection of butt-plugs and dildos, picking up a slim little plug that was far too innocuous to be anything but horrible.
“Good idea,” Adam said, clipping the reins to David’s bridle and giving them a little tug. He bent down and kissed David’s cheek. “You’ll like this one. It vibrates.”
Blake lubed up the plug and shoved it into his ass, the slim length sliding in with no problem.
“All right, you need help hitching him to the carriage?” Blake asked, smacking David’s ass right next to the base of the plug.
“I think I’l
l manage,” Adam said, curling the reins around his fist and giving them a little tug so that David was forced to walk toward him. “We’ll see you later.”
“Have fun,” Blake said, heading into the stable and closing the door after him. David watched him go, turning his neck to keep him in his line of sight, before swiveling his head back so that he could see where Adam was leading him.
They walked outside, Adam looking tall and lordly in his shiny black boots, tight breeches and leather coat, David managing to follow behind somewhat gracefully in his horrible boots.
The carriage was parked right outside and David was relieved to see that it was nothing like the Cinderella fairytale monstrosity he’d imagined. It was small, just big enough for one person, reminding David of a chariot – but instead of a platform to stand on it had a seat.
“Come on, let’s get you hitched,” Adam said, his voice dipping into a pleased rumble. He pulled David into place in front of the carriage, lifting up the wooden shaft and maneuvering David into position so that he could fasten the shaft to either side of David’s harness.
As soon as Adam let go, David could feel the unfamiliar weight of the carriage pulling down on his shoulders. It was heavier than it looked, and David wasn’t even pulling it yet.
Adam checked his harness again, repeating Blake’s earlier actions and sticking his finger down past the leather straps to check how tight they were. When he was satisfied he stepped back, taking a pair of leather gloves out of his pocket and putting them on, smoothing the soft leather down over his big hands.
Watching Adam make a big show of putting on the gloves, David was reminded of all the times Adam had put on similar gloves right before putting him over his knee and spanking him. He could practically feel the soft leather slapping down on his ass, Adam’s arm strong and unmerciful, his cock rubbing against Adam’s meaty thigh with each smack.