by Heart, D. J.
“It means that you could try to put me over your knee, and that I would fight you. I would win, and then I would tie you up and spank your hole until you understood just how this relationship works.”
Adam spoke calmly, knowing that his arrogant confidence was entirely warranted – and that David would find it a huge turn on.
Judging by the way David’s eyes darkened, he was right.
David swallowed, face flushing as he looked down at his empty plate. Then he looked up and grinned. “Who says you’d win?”
Adam didn’t say anything, letting his eyes roam up and down David’s body, his mocking expression doing the talking for him.
David looked away first, grin still in place. He looked around the restaurant, casual and nonchalant, but when he turned his expression back to Adam there was a glint in his eye.
“We should wrestle.”
David leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table and staring Adam right in the eye. He was all cocky challenge, and Adam’s cock hardened at the idea of beating that cockiness right out of him.
The fact that David knew exactly how Adam would respond to a challenge like that only made it more fun.
“Wrestle?” Adam tasted the word, stroking his foot up and down David’s ankle under the table. “Think you’re up to that?”
David nodded.
“I wouldn’t take it easy on you.”
If David thought that wrestling Adam would be any less uncomfortable or painful than anything else they’d done, he was in for a surprise.
“I know,” David said. “I wouldn’t take it easy on you either.”
Adam laughed. “All right. When we get home we’ll wrestle. Winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser for the rest of the night. Deal?”
Adam held his hand out over the table, like they were shaking on a business deal, and David accepted it readily.
“Deal.”
Adam squeezed down on David’s hand, a preview of how he would be treated later that evening, and then let go.
“You’re so sure you’re going to win, huh?” David said, giving his abused hand a little shake.
Adam would have responded, but their waiter chose that moment to walk up to their table. He was cute, in an innocent cherub kind of way, and judging by his red face he must have been hanging back and waiting for a moment to interject.
Adam wondered how much of their conversation he’d heard. Not embarrassed at all he shot the young man his most charming grin.
“Hello, how are you this evening?”
“Uh.. I’m good thank you. How are you? Can I get you both something to drink?”
The question was asked meekly, and in another life Adam would have started planning right then and there how to get the cute little twink into his bed. He knew exactly how he would win him over – bombastic charm and casual displays of wealth – and how he would have made him cry and whimper as he put him through his paces.
“Just sparkling water for both of us,” David said, picking up Adam’s unopened menu and handing it to the waiter, along with his own. “And we’ll both have the halibut. Thank you.”
The waiter snatched the menus and turned on his tail, and Adam would have laughed if not for the seething look David was sending him.
“What if I don’t want the halibut?” Adam asked, tilting his head and enjoying David’s jealousy. It had caught him completely off guard, but it was absolutely delightful.
Adam was enormously possessive of David – he would kill anyone who touched him without Adam’s express permission – and it was nice to see the feeling returned.
“You should have thought about that before flirting with the twink.” David sounded furious.
“I was just being polite,” Adam said. He reached up and removed his tie, rolling it up and stuffing it in his pocket. “Are you jealous?”
“It’s rude,” David said, though he seemed like he was calming down.
“Sorry.” Adam tried to sound sincere, but he knew he wasn’t successful.
“So is that the type you usually go for?” David asked, trying for causal and failing miserably. All at once Adam understood. David wasn’t so much jealous of Adam as he was worried that Adam had a type and he wasn’t it.
“Breakable? Likely to cry when I fuck them?” Adam shrugged. “Sometimes.”
David rolled his eyes. “You’re such a pig.”
“You love it.” Adam hooked both feet around David’s ankle and held it trapped. “I’m a mean bastard and you can’t get enough of me.”
David laughed. Then he looked toward the direction their waiter had disappeared to. “Do you really think he would cry if you fucked him?”
Adam licked his lips, not sure how honest he should be. Even though he’d introduced David to his club and the debauched mess that was Rex’s farm, he still got the impression that David didn’t really know how fucked up and cruel he could be.
“If I was feeling mean, sure,” he said.
“And would you feel mean, if you were going to fuck him?” David asked.
Adam wondered if he was planning something with the waiter. He wouldn’t be opposed to the idea, necessarily, but the kid wasn’t the kind of person Adam would want to be nice to – and he had no interest in showing David what that looked like.
“Probably,” Adam answered, noncommittal.
“Meaner than you are with me?”
Adam wondered where David was going with this.
“Maybe,” Adam shrugged. “Maybe not. Either way, I’m not interested in him. I have you.”
“You have me,” David confirmed. He ran his free foot up against the side of Adam’s dress shoe.
Fond and content, Adam stared at David across the table. “Don’t need more than that.”
Blushing, David grinned.
* * *
After that, the whole meal felt like foreplay. Adam couldn’t wait to get David home where he would have him at his mercy.
David was going to suffer.
Adam had planned out his first few moves – knew exactly how he was going to hold David down and twist his body back – the mental images making his cock throb in time with his pulse.
“You ready to get out of here?” he asked when they’d both finished eating. The halibut had been good, but Adam hadn’t really paid attention to his food, too busy eye-fucking David over the table.
Their poor waiter had only gotten more flustered as the meal progressed, and Adam was wondering if they’d scared him off.
“Are you ready to go down?” David shot back, like he actually stood a chance of winning in any kind of fight with Adam.
“Are you ready to cry like a little bitch?” Adam countered, cocky and arrogant and reveling in his own power.
David swallowed, a hint of nerves creeping into his expression, but then he visibly psyched himself up and scoffed. “You’re the one who’s going to be crying like a bitch.”
Adam’s laugh was entirely unfeigned. He reached for his wallet and put a few hundreds on the table before standing up and looking down at David.
“Come on, hotshot. Let’s go home and see what you’re made of.”
Adam put his hand on David’s neck, holding him down in the chair, enjoying the way he loomed over David. He was being purposefully intimidating, and judging by the way David licked his lips, it was working.
Giving David’s neck a final warning squeeze, Adam turned and headed toward the exit. David scrambled to follow, half running to catch up with him, and once he did Adam pulled him under his shoulder and hugged him close to his body.
“Let me go,” David mumbled, looking around and Adam practically put him in a headlock right there in the middle of the restaurant. No one was looking at them that Adam could see, but if he continued like this it wouldn’t be long before people paid attention.
“Say uncle,” Adam demanded, voice soft.
“No!” David struggled to get out from under Adam’s bicep, but it was useless. He couldn’t reall
y fight unless he wanted to make a scene – and David was even more adverse to that than Adam.
“Say it!” Adam grinned, keeping his voice low and speaking into David’s ear.
“Fine, uncle,” David said, his admission of defeat going right to Adam’s balls. He kissed the top of David’s head and let him go.
“Good boy.”
Blushing furiously, David followed Adam out of the restaurant and to the sidewalk. The valet pulled up with the car just a few seconds after they exited, and Adam had to admire how efficient they were. He decided to double his usual tip.
Rather than head directly home, Adam took a slight detour, pulling up into the parking lot of a Dick’s Sporting Goods store.
“What are we doing here?” David asked, unbuckling his seatbelt and following Adam into the store.
“If we’re going to wrestle we need wrestling singlets, don’t you think?” Adam said, clapping David on his back.
Heading toward the clothing section, the two of them got a few weird looks from the staff as Adam started rifling through the wrestling singlets, David standing behind him like a bashful teenager.
“How about this one for you?” Adam asked, holding up a white compression singlet. “You look good in white.”
“Sure,” David agreed, snatching it and looking around like an underage teen who had snuck into a sex store. “Great. Can we leave now?”
“Not a chance. What about this one for me?” Adam held up a navy blue singlet with white stripes on the sides. “Think I’d look good in this?”
David nodded. “Amazing. You should buy it so that we can leave.”
“What’s your hurry?” Adam asked. He looked around, lips curving up at the sight of a whole section dedicated to football gear. David would make for a sexy quarterback.
“It’s embarrassing,” David hissed. “You’re not supposed to treat sporting goods stores like they’re fucking fetish outlets!”
“Why not?” Adam asked, heading over to the football gear. “This stuff is hot.”
While Adam was looking for a pair of football pants – wanting something without too much padding – one of the employee’s came up to them. He was maybe a decade older than Adam, with thick arms and wide shoulders that filled out his blue polo shirt beautifully. His thighs likewise stretched the legs of his tan khakis, his crotch sporting an impressive bulge.
Adam thought he recognized him, though no name came to mind, and after a few seconds it clicked. The man worked as a dom at The Blue Room.
“Can I help you gentlemen?” he asked, his voice deep and stern. Adam grinned, nodding and turning to David.
“That would be great. I want to get this guy a full football uniform. Helmet, shoulder pads, crop top, padded pants, cleats – the whole works.”
“I can help you with that,” the handsome man said, turning to David. “Are you getting back into the game? You look like you’ve kept in shape.”
“I’m-” David started to answer, but Adam cut him off.
“Oh no, I just want to fuck him while he’s wearing it. It’s a fantasy and since we were coming here anyway, I thought why not get the gear.”
David swung his head around to stare at Adam with open-mouthed horror. His face paled, going gray, and then it slowly turned so intensely red that Adam worried his whole head might pop.
“I’m not- That’s a joke,” he sputtered, looking between Adam and the daddy dom employee with wide, pleading eyes. “He’s just kidding.”
“Don’t be embarrassed,” the man rumbled, clapping David on his shoulder with a huge paw masquerading as a hand. “Nothing wrong with wanting to have a bit of fun.” He looked to Adam. “So I’m guessing the way it looks is more important than how much protection it actually offers?”
“That’s right,” Adam agreed. “Think slutty quarterback bending over for the whole team.”
David clapped his mouth shut, looking at Adam with sheer fury. Adam tilted his head. “What, you’re not going to dress up for me? If I got a whole team of football players together and told them to tear you a new one, you wouldn’t say thank you, sir and bend over?”
“I wouldn’t-”
“Nobody likes a liar, boy,” the employee said, crossing his arms and glaring at David.
Adam was impressed. He remembered the guy being one of the softer doms – spending more time on aftercare than he did making the subs cry – but now he was playing along perfectly.
Adam wondered if he still worked at the club.
David blinked, and then his eyes narrowed and he turned on Adam. “You fucking set this up!” he hissed. “He works for you!”
Adam shook his head. “He really doesn’t.”
“David turned to the man. “You actually work here?”
“I do.”
David just stood there.
“I recognized him from The Blue Room,” Adam said, putting David out of his misery. He didn’t want David too traumatized by social embarrassment. He turned to the dom. “Do you still work there?”
“I do a few scenes,” the employee said. He was grinning, flashing perfectly straight white teeth. “Though not as many as before. My sub and I are exclusive.”
Adam nodded. That would explain why it had been a while since he’d seen the man. There was far less demand for doms who would only work with one person.
“I’m Stephen,” the man said, holding out a massive paw for David to shake. “Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, too,” David said, his face slowly returning to its normal color.
“So, slutty quarterback, eh? I’ve got a pair of pants here that will do just the trick.”
Adam stood back and watched as Stephen helped a still mortified David assemble a whole football uniform. When they had all the pieces, Stephen marched him toward the changing room, Adam following behind and enjoying the show.
David tried on three sets of pants before they found a pair that looked slutty enough, and pretty soon Stephen had helped them assemble the whole uniform. With the tight pants – too small to play for real but perfect for the kind of games Adam wanted to play – along with a pair of shoulder pads, a crop top, cleats and a helmet, David looked delectable.
“I look ridiculous,” David complained, looking down at his bare midriff. The crop top clung to his shoulder pads, making his already wide shoulders look ludicrously huge.
“You look fuckable,” Adam corrected. “It’s perfect. Thank you, Stephen.”
“My pleasure,” Stephen said, casting an appreciative eye over David’s body. “Anything else I can help you with?”
Adam was tempted to get some more uniforms – David would make a perfect lacrosse jock – but his cock was hard and he was looking forward to absolutely destroying David in the wrestling ring.
“No, this is enough for today. We’ve got to get home.”
“Yes, sir,” Stephen said, grinning. “I’ll be by the register if you need me.”
Adam waited outside the changing room while David got back into his suit, trying to get his cock to go down enough that he could head back out to the store without being indecent. It was a losing battle, and so he resorted to holding the singlets over his waist and letting them hang down over his crotch to hide his bulge. When David was changed back into his suit, they headed to the register to pay.
“I can’t believe you,” David said when they were back in the car, three big bags with the Dick’s Sporting Goods logo on them in the back seat. “That was so mean.”
Adam smirked and gave a little shrug. “I couldn’t help myself. You’re just so cute when you’re flustered.”
The comment made David blush and look out the window. When he spoke his voice was fond. “You fucking jackass.”
4
David
When they got back to the penthouse David had mostly gotten over his embarrassment – though he still couldn’t believe that Adam had basically pranked him. It was just so childish.
Carrying the bags from the store
, Adam handed David the white wrestling singlet. “Go get changed and I’ll meet you in the gym. I’ve just got a few things I want to get ready before I grind your face into the mat.”
Adam’s voice was cocky, and when he spoke he leaned just an inch too far into David’s space, crowding him. It was an unsubtle display of dominance, and it went right to David’s cock.
David rolled his eyes, hiding the frisson of excitement that swooped through his belly. He knew that he stood no chance of beating Adam – the man had been a college wrestler, for fucks sake – but he still wanted to try.
There was nothing more fun than pitting himself against Adam and losing. Adam was a beast, brutal when his dominance was challenged, and David couldn’t wait to be put in his place.
It was going to be amazing.
Taking the white compression singlet to the bedroom, feeling Adam’s eyes burning into his back, David took off his suit and pulled the stretchy fabric over his legs, pulling the straps over his shoulders and adjusting the singlet so that it fit as comfortably as possible. It was a size too small, but David was pretty sure that was intentional.
He wondered how rough Adam would be with him. Adam had put him in various wrestling holds before – squeezing him between his thighs, putting him in a camel clutch – but they’d never wrestled for real.
Heading down to the gym, Adam nowhere in sight, David hoped he wasn’t making a mistake. Adam could be extremely cruel when he was enjoying himself, and David knew that if he let himself go he could really damage him.
But Adam wouldn’t. He’d hurt him and humiliate him, taunting, teasing and comforting him in equal measure, but not so much that David wouldn’t want to come back for more.
David was sure of it.
Walking into the home gym, David found it empty. The free weights were all in their racks along the side of the wall, the weightlifting bench and treadmill both facing the window. David had spent countless hours in the room, working out while blasting music through the overhead speakers, but now it seemed like a whole new space.
Checking himself out in the mirror, flexing a little and making faces at himself, David saw Adam’s reflection come up behind him.