by Heart, D. J.
“We don’t have a mat, but the floor is pretty soft so we should be okay,” Adam said, looking intimidating in his navy blue singlet. He walked up behind David and put his hands on his waist. “You look hot.”
“You too,” David said, looking at the two of them in the mirror. Adam was taller and wider than him, looming and bursting with power, huge hands rubbing up and down David’s waist like he was testing to see where he wanted to strike.
Shuffling forward, Adam pressed his body right up against David’s back, nose nuzzling down behind David’s ear, feet positioned on either side of David’s.
Unlike David who was barefoot, Adam wore black wrestling boots laced up almost to his knees. The sight of his own bare feet between Adam’s boots somehow drove home the point that this was not going to be an equal match.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Adam asked, hands tightening on his waist.
“You mean beat you, old man?” David taunted, like a matador riling up a bull. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Little fucker.” Excitement laced Adam’s words, his voice dipping into a growl. “I’ll show you.”
David was completely unprepared when Adam spun him around and bent down, somehow lifting him up so that he was lying across his shoulders parallel to the ground. He was held in place with a hand on the back of his neck and another one on the inside of his thigh, his midsection curling around Adam’s head as he struggled to make sense of what had happened.
“Is this how you beat me, huh?” Adam growled, pulling David’s head and thigh in, making his body bend like it wasn’t meant to be bent.
Before David could grit out a response, Adam flipped him around and slammed him down on the floor, his back connecting with the soft laminate and knocking the breath right out of his body.
Adam didn’t give him a second to recover, dropping down on top of him, knees on either side of his chest. “Little fucker,” he grunted, grabbing David by the hair and pulling his head up and crushing it into his crotch.
David’s first breath when he finally managed to breathe was ripe with the scent of Adam’s crotch, the hard line of his cock pressed flush against his nose.
Adam ground his hips forward, the pressure on David’s face – on his nose – downright painful.
“I thought you were going to beat me, David?” Adam taunted, sitting down on David’s chest and shifting his feet up so that his meaty thighs bracketed David’s head. He brought his thighs together, crushing David’s skull in a vice-like trap of muscle that felt like his head was going to pop. “Come on, you little bitch, show me some moves.”
David couldn’t even talk, let alone do anything with his body. Adam was a heavy weight on his chest, thighs trapping his head, and all David could do was lightly flap his arms.
He was in heaven.
“No? You don’t want to?” Adam said, keeping up his taunting trash talk as he released David’s head from between his thighs and flipped him over onto his stomach. Manhandling David faster than he could keep up with – let alone counter – Adam then grabbed him under the arms and hoisted him up into a brutal camel clutch.
Crouched over him, feet planted on either side of his waist, Adam held David’s torso up off the floor in a way that made his back scream in agony. He flapped his arms, trying to dislodge Adam’s grip, but Adam neatly moved his arms over his legs, effectively immobilizing him.
“Show me what you’ve got,” Adam barked, pulling him up further and moving his hands to David’s neck. The pressure on his Adam’s apple made him choke, but rather than let him go Adam just shifted his grip slightly.
“Come on, baby, you can do better than this,” Adam said, voice low and encouraging. He moved his hands up, strong fingers inching their way into David’s mouth, pushing inside and pulling on his cheeks as he maintained the brutal camel clutch. “I’m not going to let up until you start fighting back.”
David whimpered, his whole body feeling like it was being stretched past its limit, his rock hard cock throbbing against the soft floor.
Whimpering, Adam’s fingers filling his mouth, David couldn’t do anything but wait for Adam to let him go.
Adam didn’t, and as the seconds ticked by, the pain in David’s back went from awful to agony. He keened, high pitched and begging, but Adam just laughed.
“Does it hurt, you little bitch?” Adam laughed, squeezing David’s cheeks and moving his head back and forth. “Is this how you beat me?”
Finally, Adam released his grip on David’s head and let him flop down to the floor. Panting, David thought he was getting a break, but Adam planted his knee down on his back and grabbed him by the neck and yanked him right back up off the floor.
It hurt, and once again David’s hands flailed as he tried to figure out how to get out of Adam’s hold.
“Fucking weak,” Adam grunted, yanking him up harder and making him cry out. “I wasn’t expecting much, but this is pathetic. Fight me!”
“I can’t,” David whimpered, not even considering any kind of trash talk. His cock was still rock hard, Adam’s weight on his back grinding it into the floor, but he was also right at his limit of what he could take. “Please stop!”
“You want me to stop?” Adam dropped him down, and this time David knew better than to think he was getting a break. “I thought you wanted to wrestle? Come on, wrestle me, bitch!”
Closing his eyes, David made another token effort to combat Adam’s manhandling, but it was no use. Adam squeezed, stretched and lifted him with brutal enthusiasm, putting him in a series of more and more painful holds until David was a whimpering mess.
David hadn’t even realized he was off the ground when Adam slammed him to the floor, stomping down on his abs with the heel of his boot and standing over him like a conquering villain.
“Have you had enough?” Adam asked, looking down at him.
David nodded, wheezing out a pleading, “Enough, please. I yield. You win.”
Adam considered him, boot still firmly planted on his belly, cock making a massive bulge in his sweat soaked singlet.
“What was that?” he asked, grinning as he ground his foot down.
“You win!” David repeated, hands moving up to grip Adam’s ankle. The way Adam was stepping on him hurt.
“I what?” Adam moved his boot down to David’s crotch, nudging the line of his erection where it lay flush against his abs under the singlet.
“You win,” David panted, Adam’s boot prodding at his erection reminding him that he was still hard. “I submit.”
“Yeah, you do,” Adam said, removing his foot and crouching down, stroking David’s face tenderly. “Because you’re what?”
David didn’t hesitate, looking up at Adam with his most submissive expression. “A little bitch.”
“That’s right,” Adam said, tracing David’s lips with the tip of his index finger, pushing inside and stroking over his teeth. “My little bitch.”
Closing his eyes, David let Adam do as he pleased.
5
Adam
Adam thought that he’d struck the right balance between brutal and having fun, and judging by the way David was sucking in his finger, he hadn’t done anything to kill the mood.
It had been tempting, when he had David in an upside down bearhug, to piledrive him into the floor, but Adam had held off in the last minute and instead put David in a similarly painful if not as dangerous backbreaker.
“Stay there,” Adam commanded, pushing his hand down on David’s throat to emphasize the command. “I win, and that means I get to play with you.”
“In here?” David asked, looking around the small home gym.
“That’s right,” Adam confirmed, opening the door to the hallway and grabbing the small duffle bag he’d left right outside the door.
He’d come prepared.
“What’s in the bag?” David asked, looking up at Adam as he moved to stand behind his head, looming large above him.
“Toys,” Adam replied
, sitting down so that David’s head was between his legs. He put his thighs over David’s arms, pinning them down so that David was trapped.
“What kind of toys?” David asked.
“The fun kind,” Adam said, giving David’s cheek a few light slaps before ordering him to lift his knees to his chest.
“Like this?” David asked, folding his legs and lifting his knees up.
Adam’s only answer was to grab him behind his knees, scooting back a few inches and pushing David’s knees down so that they were touching the floor on either side of his head. Shifting his legs, Adam moved his thighs over the back of David’s knees, pinning them too and leaving David bent in half with his ass in the air and no way to get free.
“There we go,” Adam said, slapping David’s ass with both hands, gripping them and massaging the exposed cheeks. He reached into his bag for some scissors, pinching the singlet over David’s hole and making a small cut. Once the lycra was ruined, Adam tore the hole bigger, exposing David’s tight little opening. He rubbed his finger over the pink little hole, tracing the rim, marveling at just how wide the innocent looking little hole was about to stretch.
“Um…” David made a noise, his voice muffled by the cramped position of his head, but the tone of his voice caught Adam’s attention.
“Yes?” Adam said, raising his thighs slightly and letting David’s body unbend just a little. He kept on rubbing over David’s hole, testing and probing.
“I haven’t cleaned myself out today,” David mumbled, embarrassed.
Adam stared down at him, incredulous. He let David unbend even more and stared down at his face.
“You what?”
“I didn’t know we were going to play!” David defended himself. “It’s not like we planned this.”
Gritting his teeth, Adam was tempted to give David the worst enema of his life. He had a whole bag full of large rubber toys right there, and he’d planned on sticking at least half of them in David’s hole.
Enemas took time, and Adam wanted to play now.
Which… Adam reached into the bag, rummaging around toward the bottom and grinning when he found the slim leather folio of his sounding kit.
“That’s all right. If you didn’t think ahead and realize that I would want to play with your hole, I’ll just have to make do with your cock.”
Reaching into his bag, Adam withdrew several lengths of soft nylon rope and started tying David’s wrists to his ankles. Once he had David’s wrists attached to his ankles, he wrapped the rope down, tying his forearms to his legs, leaving him on his back with his legs in the air like a turtle turned on its back.
“What does that mean?” David asked, wriggling his body as Adam worked. Adam didn’t punish him for the movement, figuring he was just testing to see how much he could move with the way Adam had tied him up.
“It means that instead of stuffing your ass, I’m going to stuff your cock. We’re going to open that little piss-hole wide open.”
David’s cock, still trapped under his tight singlet, visibly throbbed at Adam’s threat of stuffing it full. Adam grinned, standing up and moving between David’s spread legs, putting his boot down on the cock in question, just holding it there for a second while he stared down at his captive.
David stared back at him, eyes wide and hungry, biting his lip as he waited for Adam to do as he pleased.
“What’s your safeword?” Adam asked, pushing down harder and making David wince. He angled his foot so that he could put pressure on David’s balls, making him cry out.
“Red!”
“Good boy,” Adam said, removing his foot and sitting down between David’s legs. Grabbing his sounds and a tube of sterilized lube, he settled in for the long haul.
6
David
David grit his teeth, wondering how much more his poor cock could take. Adam had started small, lubing up a slim metal rod and letting gravity push it down David’s urethra, but he’d barely finished inserting it before moving up a size.
David had lost count of how many sounds Adam had put inside of him after that, but they were well past ten.
“You can take it,” Adam growled, pinching the head of David’s cock between his fingers as he worked a particularly fat sound into his piss-slit. The sound was ribbed, David’s piss-slit opening up and closing down on each ridge as Adam pushed it down, and David had to stop himself from crying out at the strange and intense sensation.
“Oh my god,” he mumbled, clenching his hands and straining his neck to stare down the length of his body so that he could see what Adam was putting inside of him.
The sound was even bigger than he’d thought. The underside of his cock bulged, each ridge visible through the flesh of his penis, and still Adam kept on pushing it deeper.
“All right, I have something you’re really going to like,” Adam said, yanking the sound out and making David scream. He reached for a metal rod with a series of bumps on it, and a small ball on the tip.
The sound had a wire sticking out the other end connected to a little box, and David knew that this was going to be wonderfully awful.
He was right. Adam slathered the sound with lube, sliding it in the palm of his hand like he was jerking it off, and then he pressed the rounded ball on the tip against the opening of David’s cock.
It wouldn’t go in. David grit his teeth as Adam pinched the head of his cock, opening up his piss-slit, not at all prepared when the round little ball pushed inside.
He’d never felt so stretched. The ball was hard and completely unyielding, forcing his urethra to stretch in ways it wasn’t meant to, and David would have screamed if he wasn’t holding his breath.
“Breathe, baby,” Adam said, pushing the ball deeper into his cock. It slid down, inch by agonizing inch, moving down his shaft and into the base of his cock until it nestled right up against his prostate.
All at once David understood what was going to happen, but that didn’t mean he was prepared when Adam grabbed the box at the end of the wire and flipped the switch.
The whole sounding rod started to vibrate, intense and buzzing, with the most powerful vibrations coming from the little ball nestled right up against his prostate.
Bound limbs contracting, David tried to roll away from the intense sensation, but Adam put his big hand down on his groin and held him down. There was no escape, and David could feel himself careening toward the edge of orgasm.
He did not want to come while the evil sound was blocking his cock.
“Come on, little bitch. Show daddy how much you like this.” Adam’s voice was smug and arrogant, and he wrapped his hand around David’s stuffed cock and started jerking him off.
It was too much. David couldn’t stop the orgasm that ripped through him, a bright, sharp pain that was all pleasure, Adam squeezing his cock around the sound and preventing any of his load from shooting out.
“Please!” David keened, struggling as much as he was able, head twisted to the side and cheek pressed into the soft linoleum. He didn’t know how to handle this kind of sensation.
“Oh we’re just getting started, baby,” Adam laughed, moving the sound up and down, making David’s gut clench and his whole body feel like it was on fire.
It was too much.
“Please!” he repeated, trying to close his legs, his bound limbs making it impossible. “It hurts!”
“Don’t be a crybaby,” Adam mocked, still fucking the sound in place. “You can take way more than this.”
“I can’t,” David pleaded. There were tears running down his cheeks and he felt like he was coming apart, every second an unbearable agony that he never wanted to end.
“This isn’t even the mean one,” Adam said, pulling the sound out slowly and putting it down next to all the other rods that had been inside of David. He reached into his folio and pulled out a new sound. “This is the mean one.”
David was breathing hard, every inch of him from his cock to his prostate sore and tender. Blinking
tears from his eyes he stared at the black rubbery tube with a series of bumps and ridges that Adam held up for him
That couldn’t possibly go into his cock. It had to be wider around than the ball, and that wasn’t even taking into account the bumps and ridges.
“It vibrates,” Adam explained, placing the tip of the monstrous sound against his cock. David flinched, even that gentle touch too much. Adam ignored him, circling his piss slit with the rubber sound. “But that’s not why I like it.”
David didn’t say anything. His cock already felt open and hollowed out, stretched, and he shuddered to think how he’d feel after having that monster inside of him.
“Aren’t you going to ask why I like it?” Adam asked, working the tip of the sound into David’s piss-slit. It wouldn’t have gone in before, but now David’s cock opened up with just a hint of resistance. He nearly blacked out at the intense sensation.
“Why?” David croaked.
“Because it’s inflatable, baby.” Adam shoved the sound deeper, David’s cock bulging obscenely as it accepted the evil rod inside of itself.
David had to have misheard. He knew that Adam had a thing for inflatable plugs – knew that he was an evil bastard when he had a pump in his hand – but surely he couldn’t plan to do that to David’s cock.
It wasn’t built for that kind of stretching.
“You’re not going to…”
David trailed off as Adam removed a small pump and connected it to the end of the sound by a little rubber tube.
“Let’s get this beauty inserted properly,” Adam said, taking David’s cock in hand – which somehow was still hard – and pushed the length of the rubber sound down into his cock.
David could feel it nudging his prostate, and every time he moved even just an inch his whole body flinched. It felt like poking an open wound – a pain unlike any other.
“There we go,” Adam said, pressing his thumb on top of the sound to keep it in place. “Now ask daddy to make it bigger.”