Honor/Obey: The Complete Collection

by Heart, D. J.

  It was a sobering realization.

  When Adam moved in to once again turn the incline up, David shook his head and let out a whine of distress.

  “Don’t complain, son,” Adam scolded, holding down the incline button without mercy. “Ten more minutes and then you’re done on the treadmill.”

  David was too relieved to finally have an end-point to notice that Adam hadn’t said that they would be done – just that they’d done with the treadmill.

  Blinking sweat out of his eyes, David’s whole focus narrowed down on the treadmill under his feet. His mind was blank, and when Adam reached across the control panel to slow him down to an easy jog he almost didn’t notice he was so in the zone.

  “Good boy,” Adam said, bringing the treadmill to a complete stop and stroking the sweat-drenched nape of David’s neck. “Lie down on the floor and rest for a minute.”

  Guided by Adam’s hands, David stepped off the treadmill with trembling legs and lay down on the rubber mat covering the floor. Breaths coming in ragged gaps, David wished that Adam would release the chin-strap on his helmet.

  “That’s it,” Adam said, hands roaming over David’s body, feeling along the edges of his uniform and dragging over his slick abs. He moved to crouch down over David’s feet, pressing down on his shins. “That was a good effort on the treadmill, son. Now give me one hundred crunches.”

  “What?” David gasped, even that one word was too much for his oxygen starved lungs.

  He had to have misheard. There was no way he could manage one hundred crunches in this state.

  “You heard me,” Adam growled, gaze fierce as he looked over the length of David’s body. “Now put your hands behind your head and get started.”

  David tried, moving slow, but he barely got through three crunches before Adam was barking at him to lift his head higher and to stop being lazy.

  “I can’t,” David moaned, lying down on his back and staring up at the ceiling. “I’m too tired.”

  Adam didn’t say a word. He got up and left the room, and by the time David had decided that he should probably follow he was back. In his hands was a thick leather collar with a little box attached to it, and two prongs sticking out from the inside of the leather.

  “What’s that?” David asked, even though he recognized the fact that it was a shock collar.

  “This is what daddies use to motivate lazy jock-boys,” Adam said, kneeling down and wrapping the collar tight around David’s neck. He wasn’t gentle about it, pulling the collar tight until the two metal prongs were digging painfully into his neck. “Now do as you’re told or get shocked.”

  Adam moved back into position at David’s feet, holding them down with a firm grip while he waited expectantly.

  “Three, two…”

  Getting the picture, David forced his upper body off the floor, lifting up and then lowering himself down, Adam counting out for him.

  “One down, ninety-nine to go. You can do it!”

  David closed his eyes. Of course Adam was starting the count over, the evil son of a bitch.

  “Two,” Adam’s voice was excited, his enjoyment obvious.” Three. Four. Five…”

  David made it all the way to twenty before he started to flag. Adam didn’t waste a second before he was barking to lift his head higher.

  “I’m trying,” David gritted out, lifting up again only for Adam to growl that it wasn’t good enough.

  “I can’t,” David whimpered, lying flat on the ground, his whole body feeling wrung out and sore. He tried to reach into his helmet to wipe the sweat from his eyes, but all he managed to do was to move it around.

  “Lazy,” Adam scolded, reaching into his pocket and taking out the remote to the shock collar. Without any kind of warning he pressed down on the button.

  Pain coursed through David’s body like lightning, his limbs flailing at the unexpected pain.

  “Do I need to shock you again?” Adam asked when David finally calmed down.

  Rather than answer, David lifted his upper body off the floor with a grunt of effort, Adam counting out twenty-two with a smug self-satisfaction.

  This time David forced himself to keep going, and by the time he made it to one hundred he was barely lifting his head off the floor. Still, Adam didn’t call him out on his poor form, seeming to accept that it was the best he could do.

  “And that’s one hundred. Good boy!” Adam rose up and wiped his brow, making David glare. Adam grinned down at him and nudged him with the tip of his shoe. “All right, son. Let’s move over to the bench and do some dumbbell presses.”

  David closed his eyes, wondering exactly how far Adam was going to push him. He rolled over and pushed himself to his feet, stumbling over to the bench and sitting down with a defeated sigh.

  Adam went over to the rack and picked up two fifty pound dumbbells, carrying them over to the bench and setting them down between David’s legs.

  “You know what to do,” Adam instructed, moving to stand behind him so that he could spot him. Taking the dumbbells, David scooted down the bench and lowered his back down, staring up at Adam through the bars of his helmet with defeated resignation.

  “Not so cocky now, huh son?” Adam teased, taking hold of his helmet and giving him an entirely unnecessary little shake.

  “No, sir,” David said, wishing once again that Adam would loosen the chin strap. It was starting to dig into the skin of his jaw and really hurt.

  “Come on, give me ten reps,” Adam commanded, putting his hands under David’s arms and waiting. “You can do it, son.”

  Gritting his teeth, David let his body move through the familiar movement, pushing the dumbbells up and bringing them down with a grunt. He moved through ten reps, after which Adam let him rest for a few minutes before instructing him to do another ten reps.

  David has lost any hope that Adam would go easy on him, but he was still unprepared for how hard Adam pushed him. After he’d done four sets of ten repetitions, Adam immediately moved on to bicep curls, followed by tricep kickbacks, lateral raises, lunges, toe raises and finally pushups until he collapsed in exhaustion.

  Adam shocked him with the collar again, but David just let the pain wash over him and ignored it. Anything was better than having to move his body again.

  “You’re tired, huh?” Adam said, stepping over him and crouching down over his thighs. He rubbed his hands up David’s back, sweat making them glide over David’s skin as he kneaded firmly. “Daddy made you work hard.”

  “Mhm,” David hummed, enjoying the fact that Adam wasn’t making him lift anything.

  “And are you going to touch yourself again without daddy’s permission?”

  David had completely forgotten that he was being punished. He shook his head.

  “Good boy. You worked hard, so daddy thinks you deserve a reward.” As he spoke, Adam reached under David’s body and unlaced his pants, tugging them down around his thighs. He took hold of David’s ass, groping his cheeks and pressing his thumbs down the line of his sweaty crack. “You want a reward, son?”

  “Mhm,” David hummed, his cock getting hard where it lay squished between his hips and the rubber mat beneath him.

  “Is this what you want?” Adam asked, freeing his cock and letting it slap down on David’s ass. It was thick and heavy, and if David hadn’t been so exhausted he would have arched his back and pressed his ass into it.

  “Yes, daddy,” he said, settling for wriggling his ass instead.

  “Yeah, you do,” Adam growled, his voice dripping with aroused hunger. David grinned, loving that he could make Adam sound like that. “Going to fuck you good, slut.”

  David was entirely on board with that idea. He moaned as Adam poured sticky lube down his crack, grunting when Adam pushed three fingers into his hole – opening him up with a casual brutality that just made David crave more abuse.

  He got what he wanted. Adam lowered himself down on top of him, using his right elbow for balance, and lined up his cock
with David’s hole. He pushed inside with a single, cruel thrust.

  Crying out, the air pushed out of his lungs, all David could do was hang on for the ride. Adam fucked him like a man possessed, borderline violent, drilling into his hole like a beast mounting his bitch.

  David clenched his fists, each thrust of Adam’s hips making pleasure spark in his prostate. He could feel Adam’s tie tickling the back of his neck, the gentle brush of silk over sweat-soaked skin a startling contrast to the rough handling.

  Every time Adam slammed into him, David’s cock was ground into the mat beneath him. There was no need to touch himself, his cock was getting all the friction it needed just from the rocking of Adam’s hips.

  His orgasm came suddenly, crashing over him like a tsunami, his hole clamping down on Adam’s cock and pulling him over the edge with him. It felt like he was shooting his load for hours, Adam grunting and thrusting erratically on top of him, and when it was all over Adam collapsed on top of his back like a dead weight, heavy and impossible to move.

  Closing his eyes, Adam’s cock going soft inside of him, come dripping out of his hole, David couldn’t help but give in to the darkness that pulled him under into unconsciousness.

  4

  Adam

  Spent, his cock slick with come and lube, Adam pushed himself up onto his knees and rose to his feet, staring down at David on the floor between his legs with self-satisfied pride.

  “You okay there, son?” he asked, nudging David’s ass with the tip of his dress shoe.

  He hadn’t planned on taking David down so thoroughly, but seeing him kneeling in the hallway dressed in his indecent parody of a football uniform had made something come over him and he hadn’t been able to help himself.

  “Wanna sleep,” David mumbled, not moving an inch.

  Kneeling back down, Adam released the chin strap under David’s jaw and pulled the helmet off. David’s hair was wet with sweat, and there was a red line down the side of his jaw where the strap had kept it clamped shut.

  “In a bit,” Adam said, rubbing the red mark on David’s face with his thumb. “Have to clean you up first.”

  “And a massage,” David demanded, working his jaw before lifting his arm up under his face and resting his head on it. He turned his neck and looked at Adam with pleading eyes. “Please?”

  Adam chuckled. David had been good for him, and a massage would be a nice way to reward him for his effort.

  There was a part of him that would have rather taken David into the bathroom, put him in the tub and then pissed all over him – only to leave him there marinating in piss for a few hours – but he didn’t think David would handle that very well.

  Adam was amazed at how easy he was finding it to clamp down on his darker impulses, but he was pleased.

  He didn’t want to give David more than he could handle.

  “All right, and a massage,” Adam agreed. He grabbed David by the shoulder pads and pulled him to his feet. “Arms up.”

  David obeyed, lifting his arms, allowing Adam to pull off his cropped jersey and remove the collar and shoulder pads. Without the bulky pads in the way, Adam grabbed David by the waist and hoisted him over his shoulder.

  “Oh, good,” David mumbled, offering no resistance as Adam carried him out of the room.

  “What was that?”

  “Was too tired to walk, so it’s good that you’re carrying me.” David sounded a little drunk, and Adam grinned. He loved David when he was like this.

  “You’re going to have to stand in the shower,” Adam warned, carrying David into the bathroom.

  “All right,” David mumbled.

  Adam helped David in the shower, lathering him up quickly and washing his hair, but he left him to dry himself off while he did the same.

  Scrubbed clean, Adam put down a thick towel on top of the bed and had David lie down on top of it. He didn’t have any scented oil, but he didn’t think David would mind using baby oil, so that’s what he used.

  “Feels good,” David mumbled unprompted when Adam started working on his upper back. He was crouched over David’s thighs, leaning forward, using his own body weight to add pressure as he worked David’s back with the heels of his palms.

  “Not too hard?” Adam asked, moving up and working David’s shoulders.

  “No…” David’s answer turned into a moan as Adam pushed his thumb into the space between his shoulder blades. “It’s perfect.”

  Adam grinned, leaning down to place a kiss on David’s neck.

  “Tell me if you want it harder.”

  “I will,” David mumbled.

  Adam worked his way down David’s arms, kneading his fingers one by one, enjoying the way David let him touch and stroke. He could feel David relaxing more and more, going boneless and happy, his breathing slowing down until it was deep and even.

  He wasn’t at all surprised when David fell asleep.

  “All right,” Adam murmured, gently tugging the towel out from underneath David’s body. He wiped him down with gentle strokes, getting off the worst of the oil, letting the towel fall to the floor next to the bed before climbing in next to him.

  “Good night,” David mumbled, rolling over onto his side and pulling the pillow down under his head. The position was perfect for Adam to cuddle up tight in the big spoon position.

  Adam was surprised. He didn’t think he’d woken him up, but apparently he’d been wrong.

  “Night,” he answered back, nose pressed into the nape of David’s neck. Breathing in the smell of his lover, he grinned and closed his eyes.

  * * *

  Even though he’d fallen asleep long after David, Adam woke up first. Untangling from David’s body, giving him a wet kiss on the back of his neck, he made his way to the bathroom, fixing his hair and putting on deodorant before getting dressed for the day.

  He was in the kitchen eating a bagel when David stumbled into the room, moving like an old man and looking thoroughly miserable.

  Adam smirked.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked, pushing the last of his bagel into his mouth and wiping the last crumbs off his hands. When David glared at him, Adam kept on chewing his bagel and grinned obnoxiously.

  “Oh come on,” Adam said, still grinning. “I gave you a massage, after. I wasn’t totally mean.”

  “You’re the worst,” David said, though a smile tugged at his lips. He sat down at the kitchen table with a wince. “My whole body is sore.”

  “Just shows that you need to be more diligent with your workouts,” Adam said, making David roll his eyes. “You want a bagel?”

  David said yes, and so Adam prepared him one with salmon and cream cheese and then sat down to watch him eat.

  Not wanting a repeat of the previous morning, he made sure to give David his full attention. It wasn’t difficult – not when every move David made reminded him of how much fun he’d had working him to the bone the night before.

  “You’re enjoying this too much,” David complained.

  “I’m enjoying this the right amount,” Adam said, licking his lips and smirking. “Son.”

  David groaned and Adam’s smirk turned into a grin.

  “Can we just forget about that?” David asked, staring down at the table as a blush suffused his cheeks.

  “Nope,” Adam said, his cock pressing hard against the front of his suit pants. “I nearly came in my pants when you begged me to call you it. Now that I know how hot it makes you I’m going to be calling you that all the time.”

  David groaned, but he didn’t look entirely displeased by the prospect.

  “You love it,” Adam said, confident.

  David didn’t deny it.

  “You’re very happy this morning,” David commented, taking a too big bite of his bagel and chewing slowly.

  “Why wouldn’t I be?” Adam asked.

  “I don’t know,” David said, chewing and swallowing. “You were all grouchy yesterday.”

  “I’m not allowed to be in
a bad mood?”

  “Sure you are,” David said, lifting his bagel back to his lips and shoving about half of it into his mouth. “But it sucks that you don’t want to talk to me about it when you are. Doesn’t exactly bode well for our relationship.”

  Adam blinked. He hadn’t expected David to throw that kind of bomb at him this morning, much less while his cheeks bulged like a hamster.

  “It’s just boring stuff,” Adam said, defensive. “You don’t want to hear about business.”

  “Says who?” David was definitely offended.

  “Says the fact that you’ve never taken an interest in your family’s business.”

  David shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear about what’s going on in your life. Even if it’s boring business.”

  “All right, you want me to tell you why I was in a bad mood yesterday?”

  David nodded.

  Adam shrugged, studying his young fiancé and wondering what was going on in his head. Figuring why not, he started telling David about his acquisition in Japan and all the hurdles it was facing. Through it all David’s attention didn’t flag even once, and his clarifying questions showed that he was paying attention.

  “It sounds like it’s going to be okay?” David said when Adam was done explaining.

  “Well sure, but it’s taking longer than it should.” Adam leaned back in his seat. “There’s no reason for the government to be dragging their feet.”

  “All right, I see why you were in a bad mood,” David said, sweepingly magnanimous. The tone of concession made Adam laugh.

  “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

  “Good,” David said, reaching his leg forward under the table and knocking his foot against Adam’s. “So what’s your plan for today?”

  “Meetings, meetings and more meetings,” Adam said. “What about you?”

  “Nothing much. I have to pack for tomorrow, but that’s it. I might go hang out with Amy if she’s not busy.”

  “What’s tomorrow?” Adam asked, wracking his brain.