by Heart, D. J.
“Oh my god, yes,” David moaned, spreading his legs a little.
That was all the invitation Adam needed. Framing David’s ass with his hands, he moved his thumbs in circles, working them into David’s crack, each time getting closer and closer to his hole where the base of the plug lay nestled like some kind of prize.
Pulling David’s ass apart with his thumbs, Adam leaned down and grabbed the base of the plug with his teeth, pulling it out and spitting it to the floor. Keeping David’s ass open, he bent down and put his mouth to the tight opening, licking up his crack and over his hole.
David bucked, a shudder passing down his spine like an electric jolt, but Adam’s firm grip on his ass kept him in place.
“Love your ass,” Adam mumbled, licking over the tight rim and pushing inside. “So fucking sexy.”
David moaned, arching his back and pressing up into Adam’s mouth.
Adam continued eating David out for a good ten minutes, working the tight hole until David was writhing and panting, the boy’s previously spent cock hard and leaking where it lay trapped between the table and his belly.
“No touching,” Adam chided when David pushed his hand under his body to wrap around his cock.
Whimpering, David obeyed, spreading his legs wider and arching up even harder into Adam’s tongue. His balls lay nestled between his thighs, right under his taint, and every time Adam licked down his crack he could feel them against the bottom of his chin.
Face buried in David’s ass, Adam squeezed the cheeks of David’s ass, kneading the firm muscle in his hands while opening David up for his tongue.
Lifting his face, staring down at the wet opening winking back at him, Adam pushed his thumbs in toward David’s hole and rubbed over the rim. Pushing one thumb inside, testing how tight it was, he twisted his thumb and tugged gently on David’s rim.
“Tight,” he grunted, removing his thumb and sliding his hands up on either side of David’s spine, ending with a firm grip on his shoulders. Digging the tips of his fingers into the skin over David’s collarbone, he moved his thumbs in small circles over the base of David’s neck, pressing along the tendons there.
David slumped back down to the table, his previously arched back flattening, breathing deep and slow as he enjoyed Adam’s ministrations.
Reaching into the basket next to him, Adam rummaged around and withdrew a long string of shiny red rubber anal beads. The first bead was about the size of a golf ball, each bead on the rubber string getting larger and larger until the fifth bead that was about the size of an apple.
Draping the beads over David’s spine, Adam grabbed the oil and drizzled it over the rubber toy. David lifted his head to see what Adam had put on his back, but Adam pressed his head right back into the hole.
“Just relax,” Adam instructed, hand staying on the back of David’s head for a few seconds to make sure he didn’t try to get back up. Satisfied that David was staying put, Adam placed his palm down on the largest bead and rolled it back and forth over David’s back, coating it in oil.
“I’m going to make you feel good,” Adam rumbled, his lower belly tight with arousal, cock hard and dripping inside his briefs. “Trust me.”
“I do,” David mumbled, breath hitching when Adam took the smallest bead and slid it down into his crack, pressing it down until it was resting over his hole.
“Good,” Adam purred, pushing the bead into David’s ass.
With a gasp of pleasure, David arched his back, his hole opening up for the rubber ball and swallowing it greedily. Taking the second ball, Adam pushed it toward David’s hole, feeding the rubber string connecting the first bead past his rim and pushing it in deeper, stopping when he had the ball right at David’s opening.
“Relax,” Adam said, applying pressure and watching with rapt attention as David’s anal ring slowly stretched to accommodate the slightly larger ball. Once it was halfway in, David’s rim stretched tight around the widest part, Adam kept it there for a second before allowing David’s ass to suck it inside.
“Good boy,” Adam said, leaning down and kissing the base of David’s spine. Lips never leaving contact with David’s skin, Adam mouthed his way up the length of David’s back, leaning over him and lifting his leg up on the table so that he could partially drape himself over his blissed out lover.
“You like this?” Adam asked, pressing his chest down on David’s back, lifting the leg still on the ground up on the table and placing his knees on either side of David’s legs.
“Ah-ah,” David moaned, pushing his ass up to meet Adam’s bulge. “Very much.”
“Good.” Adam places a wet kiss on David’s neck before sitting up, straddling David’s thighs and looking down at his ass. David had three beads left, and Adam had every intention of getting at least the next two inside of him.
The final bead was a bit large, and Adam wasn’t going to force it if David’s ass wouldn’t open up naturally. While Adam loved pushing David’s hole to the very limit of what he could take, this wasn’t the time for that kind of fun.
This was only about feeling good.
“Think you can take one more?” Adam asked, feeding the string of the anal beads into David’s ass until the third bead was pressed snug against his hole. It was about the size of a nectarine, red and shiny with oil, and right at the edge of what David could take with the little amount of prep Adam had given him.
“Yes,” David said, pushing his ass up and reaching his hands back to feel along the top of Adam’s thighs.
The gentle brush of David’s fingers against his thighs, just a careful slide of fingers, made Adam’s gut clench and his cock ache with need.
“Love you, baby,” Adam said, pushing the third ball against David’s hole until it opened up and swallowed it hole.
Grunting, David’s fists clenched as the widest part of the ball passed his rim, his hole sucking it in fast once it was through.
“Feel nice?” Adam asked, pushing and pulling on the string sticking out of David’s ass, moving the balls inside of him.
“It’s a lot,” David breathed out, hips moving in adorable little thrusts. “My fucking prostate is so sore.”
Adam grinned, leaning down and kissing David’s shoulder in silent apology.
Sitting back up, he grabbed a firm hold of the string connected to the beads in David’s hole and pulled them all out in one go. He didn’t yank them out – that was for rougher play – but he wasn’t slow either.
Crying out, David lifted his hands up to his face and clenched his fists, Adam stroking his back until he calmed down.
“Too much?” he asked, already moving the smallest bead back to David’s hole.
There was a slight hesitation, but then David relaxed and shook his head. “I can take it.”
Adam rubbed the smallest bead back and forth over David’s hole. “But do you want to? Remember, this is your reward. If you want to give your ass a break, that’s fine.”
David was shaking his head before Adam was finished talking. “No, put them back in.”
He sounded impatient.
Grinning, Adam pushed the first three beads into David’s ass, shoving his finger in after the last one and moving it around. He teased David’s hole with the fourth bead, about the size of a pool ball, getting about a third of it past David’s rim before once again yanking all the balls out of his hole.
This time he pulled them out a little faster than before, David crying out and arching his back, and he didn’t check in with David before working them back into his greedy hole.
“Relax, baby, relax,” Adam prompted, pushing the fourth ball into David’s hole, the thick width stretching David’s hole wider and wider.
Just when David’s hole was about to swallow it up, Adam grabbed the string by the base and yanked all four beads out of David’s ass, hard and fast and making him scream.
“That’s it, baby,” Adam said, pushing the beads back in one by one, the fourth bead making David’s whole body sh
udder as it pushed past his abused rim.
“That’s it,” Adam said, pulling the fourth bead back out and pressing it in, fucking David’s ass and forcing his hole to stretch. “Taking it so good.”
Unable to help himself, Adam tried pushing the final bead into David’s body – and though he could tell that if he pushed hard enough he could get it in, the way David gritted his teeth reminded him that he was trying to be nice.
“Maybe later,” Adam said, dropping his hold on the last bead and letting David push out the third that he’d managed to push inside.
“How big is it,” David asked, trying to look over his shoulder, Adam’s hand on the back of his head once again stopping him.
“Too big for today,” Adam said, lowering himself down and letting his weight land on David’s back. “We’ll take it home and spend some time really stretching you out later this week. Okay?”
“All right,” David mumbled.
“You want to get fucked?” Adam asked, his rock hard cock desperate to join in on the fun.
“By you?” David asked. At first Adam thought he was teasing, but then he had to admit that it was a good question.
“Yes, by me,” he said, biting David’s earlobe and licking his neck before sucking the skin into his mouth and biting down to make a hickey.
Adam wanted to mark him.
“Yes, but slow, okay?” David sounded like he was smiling. “And you have to stay on top of me.”
Adam was only too happy to oblige.
3
David
David was in heaven. Adam was on top of him – big, sweaty and heavy – driving into him with slow, grinding strokes that made him feel like he was being wrung out and turned inside out.
“Love your hole,” Adam growled, cock fully sheathed and his arm wrapped around David’s throat. He pressed his mouth against David’s cheek, kissing and licking him with an intensity that was almost scary.
“It’s good,” David agreed, unable to do anything but lie there and take it as Adam slowly took control of his body.
He gasped for breath, and Adam tightened the arm across his throat, bicep pressing against the side of his neck. It was hard and unyielding, Adam’s arm pressing against his Adam’s apple just shy of cutting off his air supply, pulling his head up and holding it in place so that he could kiss and lick over his face.
“You like my big cock?” Adam growled, lifting his hips, David’s ass clenching down, unwilling to let go of the massive cock. “You like it when I own your sweet little hole?”
Adam pushed back in with a slow, controlled thrust, burying himself to the hilt and grinding his cock in place.
“Yeah, daddy,” David moaned, hands coming up to clutch the arm across his throat. “Love it!”
“That’s right, baby,” Adam growled. “You know who you belong to. You know who owns you.”
Adam lifted his hips up and slammed his cock back in, emphasizing his statement.
David didn’t answer. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being claimed, dominated and possessed. Adam was doing all the work, making him feel good, and all David had to do was exist and let himself feel.
It felt like Adam fucked him forever, but it was still over all too soon. Grunting, hips working up to a steady rhythm, Adam buried his face in David’s neck and shot his load, his whole body trembling and shaking as he clung to David and filled him with come.
After he was done, Adam slumped down on David’s back, heavy and feverishly hot, breaths tickling the back of his ear as he lay there with his cock still lodged inside David’s ass. He didn’t move until his cock had gone soft, sitting up and stepping off the table, leaving David feeling cold and abandoned.
There was no helping the disappointed whimper that escaped his throat.
“Oh, baby,” Adam said, big hands finding David’s shoulders and rubbing them gently. “Are you feeling unsatisfied?”
Adam rolled David onto his back, his hard cock flopping down onto his belly, balls loose and warm from the heat.
“Want you to touch me,” David explained, mind still a little muddled after the thorough fucking Adam had just given him. What he meant was that he wanted Adam to keep touching him – to lay on top of him and smother him with his weight – but Adam took it a different way. He wrapped his fist around David’s cock, slick with oil, and started jerking him off with slow and sure strokes.
It was almost as good as what David had actually wanted.
“You can come,” Adam said, swiping his thumb over the head of David’s cock, moving it under the crown.
David, cock sore from coming three times earlier in the day, didn’t know if he wanted to. Adam’s hand didn’t hurt, but his cock was too tender for him to enjoy the attention the way he usually would.
His orgasm built slowly, Adam’s big hand squeezing him with steady determination, and when he came it was just a trickle.
“That’s it,” Adam said, letting go of his cock and taking him in his mouth. David arched his back, wincing as Adam’s tongue lapped at his sensitive cock-head, the stimulation too much too soon.
“Delicious,” Adam said, licking his lips as he pulled off and let David’s tortured cock flop down against his thigh. “I see why you like it so much.”
David couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of his chest.
“What?” Adam asked, tracing his lip with the pad of his thumb, looking down at him like he was something precious he’d conquered.
“I don’t know,” David said, honest. “Just feels nice.”
Adam grinned, biting his lip before leaning down and planting another kiss on his mouth.
Closing his eyes, David surrendered and let Adam do as he pleased.
* * *
After the massage, Adam manhandled David into the shower. Cleaning off oil, sweat and come, they stepped out of the spray and dried off.
“There’s a change of clothes by the sink,” Adam said, drying his hair and nodding over to the large vanity. Turning, David saw that there were two bundles of clothes laid out for them.
It was obvious which bundle belonged to who. The breeches and white shirt were obviously Adam’s, the same style as what he’d been wearing the past two days, though a different color, and the slim fit suit had to belong to him. Holding up the pants, David’s assumptions were proven correct.
There was no way Adam’s tree-trunk thighs would be able to fit into them.
Getting dressed, David turned to the mirror to fix his hair just as Adam started pulling on his own clothes. He couldn’t help but watch his fiancé in the mirror, blushing when he caught Adam’s eye and realized that he’d been caught staring.
He tried not to be embarrassed. Adam was his, and he had every right to look at him.
“Shoes should be just outside the door,” Adam said, pulling on a pair of socks and gesturing toward the door. It took David a second before he realized that the statement was really an instruction and he went to collect the footwear.
Opening the door into the stable, David found Adam’s glossy riding boots and a pair of dress shoes that looked like they were in his size. They might even be his, though he hadn’t been the one to pack them.
Handing Adam the boots, David watched him put them on, cock tingling as he remembered how he’d been made to straddle and hump them like a dog, and how deliciously humiliating it had been to lick up his mess afterward.
“I wish you would look at me like you look at my boots,” Adam joked, startling him and making him realize that he’d been staring.
“I do, I-”
“I’m just teasing you,” Adam interrupted, grabbing his chin and holding him still for a kiss. “Now come on, I’m starving and Rex’s chef has prepared dinner for us.”
At the mention of food, David’s stomach rumbled. All he’d had to eat so far that day was a nutritional shake and several loads of come, and now that he was made aware of it he was starving.
“Sounds good to me.”
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1
Adam
“How about we stay here tonight and head back in the morning?” Adam asked, leaning back in his chair and scraping the tip of his riding boot up David’s leg under the table. He was feeling lazy and indulgent, and the idea of getting in a helicopter and heading home was about as appealing as taking a swim in an icy lake.
They were in the guesthouse, seated at an intimate table in the dining room and enjoying a truly lovely dinner. Tall white candles framed the table, casting a warm glow, and there was a crackling fire burning in the fireplace behind them.
The atmosphere was perfect.
Adam was not prepared for the way David’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“I agreed to a weekend, Adam.” David’s voice was firm, right up until it wobbled on Adam’s name.
Adam blinked, looking across the table and trying to figure out what David meant, and then his lips spread in a slow grin.
“I didn’t mean that we should keep playing pony.” Adam hooked his feet around David’s ankle, squeezing gently with his boots. “I just think that it would be nice to sleep here tonight and then head out in the morning.”
There was no change in David’s suspicious expression, his leg unmoving in the trap of Adam’s legs. “No more pony stuff?”
Adam pulled his feet away, sitting up straight and putting on a concerned expression that was at least twenty percent real. “Why, didn’t you have fun this weekend?”
David, mirroring Adam sat up straight as well, though he didn’t answer.
Adam felt strange. He knew that if he was going to betray David – to force him to stay on the farm for longer than they’d agreed to – this would be the time to do it.
It would be so easy. He’d just call Blake and Archie up to the house and order them to tackle David to the ground and put him back in his pony gear. It would be enormously hot – Archie and Blake using their brute strength and intimidating muscles to force David to submit – and Adam could very well picture himself sitting right where he was, cock in hand as he enjoyed the show.