by D. J. Heart
Honor/Obey: Part 2
The Good Puppy
D.J. Heart
Contents
I. The Good Puppy
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Also by D.J. Heart:
Part I
The Good Puppy
1
Adam
Adam put his feet up on the coffee table, crossing his ankles and sinking down to the edge of the couch with a frown.
He was bored.
David was out with his friends – not surprising, given how he’d been neglecting them the past month – and Adam was left trying to remember what he used to do with his evenings before he started courting the surprisingly submissive younger man.
Going to the Blue Room could only have taken up so much of his time. The club was fun – its excellent in house doms and submissives putting on a show every night – but Adam had never spent more than an evening or two a week there, and definitively not a weeknight.
He didn’t understand why he was so bored now.
Fondling the bulge in his suit pants, squeezing and stroking himself through the soft wool, he took a sip of his beer and turned on the TV to watch some porn.
That was always a fun way to whittle away an hour.
Adam smiled to himself as he remembered David’s reaction to his porn-viewing habits. The boy had laughed his ass off when he’d told him he got his porn through the cable company, calling him an old man and asked him why he didn’t just use his phone or computer like a normal person.
Adam should have spanked him for that. It would have been fun, and thinking back on it now, he was pretty sure that David had been angling for some punishment.
Browsing the selection of adult films, Adam’s cock twitched when he saw that his favorite actor had a new video out. Clay Bolt was a six-foot-eight bodybuilder with a thing for tiny twinks, and some of his videos were downright evil. His new film didn’t look like it would disappoint. The preview image showed the massive bodybuilder with his hands around the neck of a skinny boy, lifting him up off the floor, his wide grin a stark contrast to the panic on the kid’s face.
Adam hit play, his cock hard in anticipation.
As was his trademark, Clay didn’t waste any time with niceties. The movie started with the nameless twink standing alone in a dark room in a circle of bright lights, looking around nervously, his expression turning to terror when Clay barged into view, marching toward him with a menacing grin.
Adam licked his lips, his heart pumping in anticipation at what the poor twink was about to endure.
Clay grabbed the twink by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up, giving him a good shake before throwing him to the floor and planting a boot on his chest. Adam could hear the way the heavy boot knocked the air out of the kid’s lungs, his mouth opening wide as he tried to suck in air while Clay reached down and violently ripped off his clothes.
The sound of cloth tearing annoyed Adam and he lifted the remote to fast forward. Clothes didn’t tear that easily – or that neatly – and the reminder that the scene he was watching was all planned out in advance was anything but a turn on.
Adam liked his unethical BDSM to be as real as possible.
Clothes ripped off, Clay started smacking the kid around, his hand leaving huge red prints on the boy’s cheeks, back and ass.
That was more like it. Licking his lips, Adam unbuttoned his shirt and tweaked his nipple, groaning and squeezing his hard cock through his pants as he watched Clay dish out his abuse.
Cock leaking into his briefs, Adam watched as Clay stripped off his clothes and grabbed the twink by his hair, lifting him up against the wall and holding him in place as he fucked into his mouth.
The boy looked miserable, choking and pushing his hands against Clay’s thighs to get him to slow down or stop, but he was trapped against the wall and he was no match for Clay’s superior strength.
Adam watched, transfixed by the boy’s struggle. He didn’t stand a chance against Clay – more than a foot taller than him and outweighing him by at least a hundred pounds of muscle – but still he tried to fight.
It was cute, and it turned Adam on.
His hard cock aching, Adam opened up his pants and freed his throbbing length. He spit into the palm of his hand and wrapped it around his thick erection, matching his strokes to Clay’s ever more forceful thrusts, his balls pulling tight when Clay finally managed to fuck the entire length of his cock down the twink’s throat.
The boy’s eyed bulged, red and wet with tears, his hands frantic where they scratched against the stronger man’s thighs.
Clay laughed and called the boy a slut, smacking him hard across the cheek. Adam grit his teeth, the brutality making him pant.
This, unlike the ripping of the clothes, didn’t look fake.
Adam knew it was fucked up, but he loved watching submissive little sluts getting dominated and used far beyond their limit. There was nothing hotter than a boy in over his head, forced to endure whatever fucked up thing his dom demanded of him.
Jerking himself off with practiced strokes, Adam imagined that it was David getting his throat violated by the hulking stud. The mental image made his lower belly tighten with hot arousal, a burst of pre-cum spilling from his cock.
He watched as Clay let out a grunt, pulling out of the twink’s mouth and pushing him to the floor and stepping on his face, a derisive smirk curling his lip as he shot his load all over the boy’s thin chest and toned belly.
The muscular stud kept the boy under his foot, grinding down as he milked the last drops of come from his cock to sprinkle them down over his skinny victim. He laughed when the boy whimpered – clearly in pain from the heavy weight pushing down on his skull – and rather than let up it looked like he stepped down harder.
The video was giving Adam all sorts of inspiration for his next session with David. He’d put on his boots and get his hot little husband-to-be on his knees, giving his throat a workout before pushing him to the floor and grinding him under the heel of his boot and splattering him in come.
The thought of David crying out as he stomped on him made Adam’s balls pull up and his shaft throb in tempo with his pulse. Picturing the marks his boot would leave on David’s skin, the whimpering from the boy on the TV only adding to the fantasy, Adam’s cock erupted like a cannon, his load shooting out in a series of violent spurts.
The orgasm was sudden and intense, leaving Adam surprised and drained.
He chuckled to himself.
He’d planned to spend at least an hour edging himself, wanting to tease himself and draw out the pleasure, but here he was coming in the first twenty minutes of the video like a teenager.
It was a little ridiculous.
Looking around for something to wipe up all the come, Adam ignored the TV where Clay had moved on to fucking his poor scene-partner. Not finding anything to clean up with, he finally just scooped up as much come as he could in the palm of his hand and made his way to the bathroom, trying not to let his load drip to the floor.
If David were here he’d have the boy lick it up, holding him by his hair and dragging his face up over his abs and chest.
Washing his hands, thick globs of ejaculate disappearing down the drain, Adam grabbed a towel and wiped himself clean. He threw the towel in the laundry basket and tucked his cock back into his underwear before buttoning up his pants.
The sensation of his sensitive cockhead rubbing against the cotton of his briefs sent a delightful tingle up his spine, making him grin and adjust himself.
Fixing his shirt, Adam took a moment to study himself in the mirror. While not as big as Clay Bolt, Adam was no slouch, and he wasn’t too modest to admit that he was a f
ar sight more attractive.
His jaw was powerful, giving him the striking profile of a superhero, and he’d been blessed with the ruggedly beautiful bone structure of a model.
Fixing his hair, Adam made his way back into the living room and turned off the porno still playing on the TV. Clay had moved on to choking his little twink, turning the poor boy’s face a dark purple color that was frankly a little alarming.
The screen went dark and silence filled the room.
Picking up his beer, Adam walked over to the window and looked out over the city.
He wondered what David would think of Clay’s treatment of the boy. It might turn him on – make his belly squirm and his cock hard – but realistically he knew that it was more likely to freak him out.
Clay Bolt was not for the faint of heart.
Adam fantasized about tying David up and showing him one of the actor’s more extreme videos – one of the one’s he’d bought at the club and kept in his safe – only to have Clay himself step out of the shadows with that trademark menacing grin of his.
Gagged, David wouldn’t be able to protest, his eyes pleading and scared as they looked to Adam for rescue and safety. Adam imagined the look on David’s face when he realized that he would offer him neither.
A look of shattered trust.
Adam took another long sip of his beer and dismissed the fantasy. He would love to hire Clay to work over David – to use and abuse him – but not without discussing it with his handsome husband-to-be first.
The fantasy of violating David’s trust was a heady one, but not something Adam would ever do.
There were lines he wouldn’t cross.
Heading into the kitchen, Adam threw away his now empty bottle of beer and grabbed a cold one from the fridge. He moved back into the living room and sat down on the couch, kicking up his legs and turning on the TV, flicking through the channels to find something to watch until David came home.
Hopefully it wouldn’t be too long of a wait.
2
David
David was having a blast. The drinks were flowing, the music was loud, and he was dancing with his friends on the crowded dance floor of Harrows, the newest and most exclusive club in the city.
He’d forgotten how much fun it was to party.
“Let’s go get another drink!”
David could barely make out the sound of his friend Misha’s voice over the sound of the music, but the little head-tilt toward the bar made his meaning loud and clear.
“Sure!” he called back, starting to make his way toward the bar. He draped his arm over Misha’s shoulders, using their broad width to steady himself.
He’d had way too much to drink.
“You okay?” Misha asked when they reached the bar, the music not quite as loud there as it had been at the center of the dance floor. He pulled David up under his arm and sat him down on an empty bar stool.
“I’m good,” David answered, leaning half his weight on Misha’s torso. The man pushed him so that he was sitting up of his own volition.
“Having fun?” Misha laughed, flagging down the bartender with a lift of his hand. He clapped a palm down on David’s shoulder, squeezing and grounding him.
David nodded. “So much fun. Adam never wants to go dancing. He’s so boring.”
The fact that Adam refused to go to anything resembling a night club was one of his biggest flaws.
“Well, he is old,” Misha said, turning away from David to order from the bartender. The guy was maybe Adam’s age, with the same broad build, and watching him pick up a bottle and pour a shot, David noticed that he had huge hands that looked just perfect for spanking.
He didn’t realize that he’d been staring until he looked up and the man winked.
Jerking his gaze away, David blushed and did a very poor job of pretending to be looking at something on the other side of the bar.
The bartender snorted, making David’s blush intensify.
Misha knocked him on the shoulder and grinned, taking two shots from the hot bartender and handing one to David. Lifting the glass to his mouth, David downed the shot and grimaced.
Tequila. Not his favorite.
“He totally wants to fuck you.” Misha nodded at the bartender, now busy serving a couple a few seats down. The guy caught them looking, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk that made him look like a sexy pirate.
David quickly looked away.
“I’m engaged,” he protested. He may have never been in a serious relationship before, but now that he was engaged he had no intention of cheating.
Even if Adam was only marrying him for his family’s business.
The thought – a constant that had been needling him mercilessly ever since he realized how much he actually liked his fiancé – soured his good mood.
“So?” Misha said, laughing. “That doesn’t mean you can’t still have fun.”
David rolled his eyes. “I’m pretty sure it does.”
Misha ruffled his hair, hand curling into a fist and giving a little tug before letting go. David ignored the spark of arousal that ran down his spine, Misha’s thoughtless touch reminding him of the way Adam liked to pull on his hair when getting his cock sucked.
“You really like him, huh?” Misha said, tilting his head and studying him.
David squirmed.
“I guess?”
“Good for you.” Misha grinned and flagged down the bartender again. “Now let’s do more shots and go see if Amy has any good coke.”
David had no intention of doing coke with Amy – no matter how good it was – but he took the shot. Together he and Misha made their way back to the dance floor, Misha leading him through the crowd in search of his sometimes-but-usually-not girlfriend.
They found her dancing with a skinny twink near the bathrooms, their bodies grinding together like they were two seconds away from ripping each other’s clothes off and fucking right there against the wall.
David glanced at Misha’s face, but rather than upset he looked like he wanted nothing more than to join in.
Letting go of David, easing out from under his arm and making sure he didn’t fall down, Misha made his way over to the couple and got behind the twink.
David watched, transfixed, as the twink jostled with surprise, his eyes widening in arousal at the sight of the taller man.
They clearly knew each other.
Swaying to the beat of the music, a sea of people shouting and talking all around him, David watched Misha and Amy dance with the cute twink.
He wondered if Adam would ever go for something like that. He imagined that Adam was with him now – dancing and happy and pressing up against his back – kissing his neck and grinding into him the way that Misha was doing to the twink.
The fantasy made his balls feel heavy.
He wondered what Adam would have done if he saw the bartender winking at him. Would he have growled possessively, pulling David close and holding him tight, or would he have grinned and winked back, inviting the other man to come around the bar and cop a feel?
David shuddered at the thought of Adam sharing him.
Cock suddenly hard, he opened his eyes to find Misha and Amy staring at him. The twink had his eyes closed, mouth open in rapture, and looking down David could see that Misha had his hand in the boy’s pants.
“Like what you see?” Misha asked, his voice rough and growly. David could only barely hear him over the music, but at the same time it was like they were the only two people in the room.
David shook his head, like a liar.
He did like what he saw, but only because he wanted it for himself with someone else.
Misha shrugged, unconcerned. “That’s fine. We’re heading into the bathroom. Come with?”
David shook his head again. Adam wouldn’t want him to do drugs, and for some reason what Adam wanted was important to David now.
He hoped that Adam felt the same way, but he wasn’t sure.
Did Adam even think about him when he wasn’t there? Would he still give David the time of day after they were married and the Belvedere corporation was his?
These were things David didn’t like thinking about.
He needed another drink.
“I’ll be… over there,” David said, pointing toward the bar, his voice more slurred than he expected. Misha nodded, his attention moving back to Amy and the twink as the three of them moved into the bathroom.
Heading to the bar, David found an empty seat and waved at the bartender. It was a woman this time, the bartender who had winked at him stationed further down toward the other end of the room.
Good. David didn’t have the energy to ward off flirting.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, her tight shirt showing off a magnificent pair of breasts. David had a drunken urge to reach out and squish them, but thankfully he reined in the impulse and moved his gaze up to the woman’s face. If she’d noticed his staring she didn’t say anything.
She’d probably noticed.
“Vodka?” he asked, reaching into his pocket for money. He pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to her.
“Sure.” She poured him a shot, sliding it across the bar, and tried to give him change. He waved the money away. He could afford to tip well, and it was worth the bump in service.
“Thanks,” she said, grinning. “Drinking alone?”
David shrugged. “I’m engaged,” he said, not quite sure why he was offering up the information.
The bartender widened her eyes and grinned. “Congratulations!”
“Thank you,” David said. There was a part of him that wanted to tell her that he wasn’t sure if Adam even liked him, but he knew better than to go spilling thoughts like that to strangers.
You never knew who would call in a tip to the gossip sites.