Honor/Obey

Part 3: The Bad Puppy

D.J. Heart

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Also by D.J. Heart

1

Adam

The next few days Adam dialed back the intensity. He released David from the chastity cage – rewarding him for his endurance with a very messy blowjob – and put the mittens and collar back in the closet for the time being.

The last thing he wanted was for David to get overwhelmed and start pulling away. Adam would keep things vanilla – or at least some semblance thereof – until David himself indicated that he was ready to take things to the next level.

It was no great sacrifice. David was good company, funny and effortlessly charming, and Adam genuinely enjoyed spending time with him. Besides, David was a kinky fucker at heart, and Adam knew that if he played the long game things were much more likely to end up how he wanted them.

All he had to do was let things play out naturally.

“So you’re actually going through with it?” Derek Breer, one of the co-founders of the Blue Room, asked from his position next to him on the couch.

It was a Friday night, and with David once again out having fun with his friends, Adam had decided to spend his evening at the club taking in the Friday night show.

Running into Derek had been a pleasant surprise.

Derek was a handsome stud in his early fifties, with thick black hair and a classically handsome face that meant he had no problem attracting women even without mentioning the fact that he was on the verge of becoming a billionaire. His body was toned from healthy eating, daily efforts in the gym, and what Adam suspected was just a touch of plastic surgery. At the moment he sat sipping a glass of bourbon while a bound and gagged woman knelt at his feet. They were in the VIP section of the club’s viewing area, hidden from view from the rest of the audience, watching one of the in-house doms working over a volunteer with a nasty looking flogger.

“With what?” Adam asked, taking a sip of his whiskey. He didn’t take his eyes off the woman getting flogged.

“Marrying the Belvedere boy,” Derek clarified. He reached down and stroked the hair of the woman at his feet, making her shudder and close her eyes in pleasure. He closed his fist and tugged, making her moan.

The noise earned her a gentle slap to the side of her head. She blushed, nudging her cheek against Derek’s thigh for forgiveness.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Adam asked. He lifted an eyebrow and looked at the other man. “He’s gorgeous, submissive, and he comes bundled with a company worth billions. I’d be stupid not to snap him up.”

Derek didn’t look convinced. “And he knows what he’s getting into with you?”

Adam grinned, thinking of David all dressed up in puppy gear and crawling around on the floor. “He knows.”

Derek seemed to accept that.

“What about you?” Adam asked, studying his friend and his submissive for the evening. He’d never seen the girl before. “Are you and Celeste ever going to tie the knot?”

Celeste was Derek’s girlfriend of ten years. They had an open relationship, fueled by their devoted love to each other and their respective love of bondage and younger men.

Adam wasn’t sure how they made it work, but they did.

“Nah, Celeste doesn’t want to get married.” Derek shrugged. “We’re happy with how things are now.”

As if to demonstrate how happy, Derek grabbed his submissive by the back of her neck and pushed her face into the space between his thighs. Adam chuckled at the eager way she nosed against the bulge of his friend’s balls.

It reminded him of how David liked to get between his legs. The boy had a thing for his scent, and Adam got just as much of a kick out of indulging him as David did pigging out.

“As long as you’re happy,” he said, putting down his whiskey and once again turning his gaze to the stage. The volunteer getting flogged let out a cry of pain, making his cock twitch.

“Right,” Derek agreed. He pushed the woman out from between his legs, nudging her into position with the toe of his shoe and then using her as a footstool. A little while later he nudged Adam’s shoulder to get his attention, grinning. “So am I allowed to throw you a bachelor party?”

“A bachelor party?” Adam asked dubiously. The last time Derek had thrown him a party he’d hired a clown stripper to pop out of an enormous birthday cake and sing him happy birthday.

Adam still had nightmares.

David nodded, crossing his ankles over his submissive’s back. “I assume you’re making me best man, right?”

Adam hadn’t actually thought that far ahead, but there was no one else he could think of he wanted to take on the job.

“Of course.”

“So it’s my job to throw you a party. I’ve got an idea I think you’ll enjoy.”

Adam eyed him warily. For a man over fifty Derek could be remarkably immature.

“No clowns,” he said, wondering why he wasn’t shutting this down now that he had the chance. “And no traveling. I’m not going to Vegas with you.”

Derek grinned. “No clowns and I’ll keep it local, I promise.”

Adam watched the rest of the show. The house dom, a muscular beast who sadly only ever played with women, bent the volunteer over a fucking-bench and looked out at the audience with a grin. He grabbed her by her legs and crouched down to eat her out, noisy and eager, before leaning back and resting on his haunches. He reached into a bucket filled with clothespins, grabbing a handful and attaching them one by one to the volunteer’s inner thighs.

The volunteer writhed and whimpered, letting out a scream when the dom stood up and resumed flogging her, using the braided leather to remove the clothespins in a flurry of well aimed blows.

Adam was hard as a rock, the hand not holding his drink resting over the bulge of his erection and squeezing it gently through his suit.

The dom finished removing the clothespins with the flogger and the volunteer slumped over the bench with an exhausted look on her face. She was breathing heavily, the dom standing over her like a conquering hero, his chest rising and falling just as fast as hers; both of them glistening with sweat and looking ecstatically satisfied.

Adam decided to head home.

Normally he would have stayed after the show and found someone to take care of his erection, but now that he was with David that was out of the question. Just because he wanted to loan David out and watch him get fucked didn’t mean he wanted to cheat.

Derek, rolling his eyes at Adam’s early departure, grabbed his sub by the hair and headed to the upper level to play.

“I’ll get in contact about the where and when of your bachelor party,” he said before he left, the sly grin stretching his mouth making Adam nervous.

It was obvious that Derek had some sort of plan.

Adam drove home, and when he arrived back at his penthouse he wasn’t surprised to find it empty. It was only midnight, and David would probably be out for another few hours at least. Making his way into the bedroom, Adam got undressed and brushed his teeth before crawling into bed.

He missed having David there to cuddle with.

Thinking about his handsome young lover, Adam smiled to himself. He hoped that David was having fun with his friends, but also that he was being responsible and not getting too drunk.

Adam would not accept a repeat of David’s last evening out.

Drinking so much that you needed help getting from the car and into the apartment was completely unacceptable. Adam had made it very clear that if David came home fall-down drunk again there would be hell to pay – and not the fun kind.

David had looked properly intimidated by the stern warning.

Grabbing David’s pillow, Adam hugged it against his chest in a cheap imitation of what he really wanted to be holding. Closing his eyes, he tried to let his mind go blank, but after a few minutes it became clear that it was a lost cause.

He couldn’t sleep.

Changing sides, Adam tried to find a comfortable position, but without David in his arms – pinned and trapped between the bulk of Adam’s body and the mattress – it was impossible.

Growling, Adam sat up and turned on the lights. Manhandling the pillows up against the headboard and sitting up, he grabbed the remote to the TV and turned it on. Flipping through the channels for something to watch, he almost missed the sounds coming from the hallway.

David must have come home, he realized, and from the sound of it he was making his way down the hallway opening and closing every door he passed.

Adam waited, and after a few seconds the bedroom door opened and David poked his head in. Flushed and stumbling, the younger man’s face split into a wide grin at the sight of Adam sitting on the bed.

“You’re here!” David said, voice loud and making Adam cringe at how drunk he sounded. He stumbled into the room, taking off his jacket as he walked and letting it fall to the floor. “I’ve looked everywhere for you. James – did you know that your doorman is named James? – helped me find your apartment, but then I got in and there are so many doors. But here you are!”

“Here I am,” Adam said, frowning as David tripped onto the bed. The drunken wretch crawled forward on his elbows, dragging himself up the mattress until he could rest his head in Adam’s lap.

The stench of beer and vodka was overwhelming.

“Can I suck your dick?” David asked, opening his eyes and looking up at Adam with a puppy dog expression. If Adam weren’t so annoyed that David had disobeyed him and gotten drunk, he would have found it charming.

“No.”

David pouted. “Please?”

He tried to push his face down into Adam’s lap, but the comforter got in the way. He tried to reach up to pull the comforter down, but Adam grabbed him by the hair and gave the thick locks a harsh yank.

“Not tonight, puppy.”

Wounded eyes stared up at him balefully.

“Why are you being so mean?” David asked, wincing at the grip in his hair. He tried to pull away, but Adam gripped him tighter, making him whimper.

The noise made Adam’s cock twitch.

“What was my rule for tonight?” he asked, stern. When David didn’t answer he shook him. “Answer me.”

“Don’t get drunk,” David mumbled.

“And what are you?” Adam demanded.

Wriggling forward, trying to ease the tension on his scalp, David whined, “I’m just a little tipsy. It’s not a big deal.”

Adam breathed out through his nose, debating what to do. David needed to be punished – severely – the only question being if the punishment should start now or wait until he was sober.

Glancing down at his defiant fiancé, Adam decided that there was no reason he couldn’t do both.

David had no idea how much trouble he was in.

Pushing David away, Adam climbed off the bed and pulled on his briefs. He turned toward David and crossed his arms. “Let’s do a little sobriety test, then. Stand up and walk heel to toe across the room.”

David didn’t move.

“What?” he blinked up at Adam, shifting his position and sitting up. He hesitated before smiling. “Are we roleplaying? Do you have a police uniform?”

Adam glared, not saying a word, and slowly the smile slid off David’s face and he scooted off the bed.

He stumbled the moment his feet hit the floor, catching himself on the mattress and laughing at his own clumsiness.

“Not a great start,” Adam commented, his cock hardening in anticipation. David was about to find out what a bad idea it was to disobey him.

“I can do it,” David mumbled, pushing himself up and turning around. He started walking across the room, though his heel was nowhere near his toe and he stumbled several times. When he reached the wall he caught himself and turned around with a grin. “See! I said I could do it.”

Adam laughed, shaking his head and heading into the closet. “Stay there,” he called over his shoulder when David moved to follow him.

Looking over his collection of gear, Adam took a thick penis shaped gag off the shelf and turned it over in his hand. Impossibly wide, the unforgiving rubber would stretch David’s jaw to the limit.

By morning his jaw would be in agony.

Adam put the gag back. David was drunk, and if he threw up the thick rubber cock would make him choke on it. Better to go with a wide O-ring. That way David wouldn’t be at risk of drowning in his own vomit.

After the gag, Adam grabbed the puppy mitts and some rope and headed back into the room. David’s eyes widened when they saw the load he was carrying.

Dropping the mittens and rope on the bed, Adam held up the gag in front of David’s face.

“I’m going to gag you,” he said, standing close so that David was trapped between his larger body and the wall behind him. He pressed the metal ring against David’s lips, thumbs tracing the metal and soft flesh beneath.

David moaned, tongue poking out to lick Adam’s thumb.

Adam grinned, leaning down and speaking into the boy’s ear. “After that I’m going to put on your mittens, tie you up and leave you in the bathtub for the rest of the night with a piece of ginger stuck up your ass. It’s going to hurt and it’s going to be uncomfortable. In the morning I’m going to give you an enema and paint your ass red with my belt. Do you understand?”

He leaned back and looked into David’s wide eyes.

“All night?” David asked, swallowing noisily.

“All night,” Adam confirmed.

“I don’t want to-”

“This isn’t a negotiation,” Adam interrupted, grabbing David’s chin and squeezing it hard. “This is a punishment. You broke the rules and now you have to take the consequences.”

David blinked up at him, and when Adam released his jaw he stayed silent. Adam pried his mouth open with his fingers, pushing the metal ring behind his teeth and strapping the gag into place.

Mouth wide open, drool already leaking down his chin, David stayed plastered against the wall while Adam retrieved the rope and mittens.

“Hold out your hands and make a fist,” Adam ordered.

David hesitated, but after a glance at Adam’s face he obeyed. Adam wondered what he’d seen that made him decide to obey.

“Good boy,” Adam said, and some of the tension drained out of David’s shoulders. He fastened the mittens on David’s hands, grabbing him by the neck and leading him into the bathroom.

The skin of David’s neck was warm and damp with sweat, and he leaned into Adam’s touch with a little sigh of trust.

Adam felt his resolve softening, the desire to be cruel battered by the care he felt for the younger man.

“Get in the tub and lay down on your belly with your hands behind your back,” Adam said, letting go of David’s neck and grabbing his arm when he looked like the loss of contact was going to make him fall.

Watching to make sure David was steady, Adam let go and waited for him to obey the command.

Moving slowly, his limbs uncoordinated and clumsy, David climbed into the tub and lay down on his stomach. He twisted his head to look up at Adam, nerves and arousal mixing in his expression.

Still dressed in his clubbing outfit of skin-tight jeans and shirt with his sleeves rolled up, he made for a strange sight where he lay in the oversized porcelain tub.

“Comfortable?” Adam asked, his cock going from half mast to rock hard at the sight of David lying there waiting for Adam to do as he pleased.

David couldn’t talk with the gag in his mouth, but the noise he made sounded suspiciously like he was trying to say no.

Adam stepped over the side of the tub and put his bare foot down on David’s lower back, shifting his weight and pressing down. “How about now?”

Grunting, David closed his eyes and let his face rest against the bottom of the tub.

He didn’t make any more noise.

“Good boy,” Adam said, removing his foot and walking back into the bedroom to retrieve the rope. When he got back David was wriggling and trying to make himself comfortable.

Adam crouched down and smacked his ass. The sound of his palm hitting denim was not nearly as satisfying as flesh on flesh.

Still, it made David cry out delectably.

“Hands behind your back,” Adam growled, smacking him again. “I don’t like repeating myself.”

David brought his hands to his back as quick as his drunken reflexes would allow.

“That’s a good puppy,” Adam praised, making two loops with the rope and tightening them around David’s wrist. He secured them with a thick knot before grabbing his legs one by one and tying them to his bound wrists, leaving him in a loose hogtie.

“That’s how I like it,” Adam said, trailing his hand up and down David’s bound arms and legs, squeezing possessively as he went along. “All tied up and at my mercy. Tell me, was it worth it getting drunk?”

David dutifully shook his head.

“Are you going to do it again?”

After a second of stillness, David raised his shoulders in something of a shrug. The answer startled a laugh out of Adam.

“Oh yeah, are you enjoying this?” Adam should have known that David would love being tied up and stepped on.

“Ah ha,” David hummed, almost like a challenge. Reaching under the boy’s body, pushing between his thighs, Adam found that he had a sizable erection going on in his pants.

“Not much of a punishment, is it then? I guess I’m going to have to be a little meaner with you.” Adam squeezed David’s bulge and smacked the inside of his thigh, standing up. “Wait here while I go carve you a nice piece of ginger.”

“Hm?” David looked up, the question clear on his face.

“You’ve never heard of figging?” Adam asked.

David shook his head and Adam bared his teeth in a cruel smile.

“Well then, you’re about to learn what it is. Don’t go anywhere.”

Chuckling at his own joke, Adam left David in the bathtub and headed into the kitchen. He found the ginger and carved a small plug, returning to the bathroom where David lay in wait.

“Let me just pull down your pants,” Adam said, reaching beneath David’s body to undo his fly so that he could tug the tight jeans down over his ass. He nestled the slim ginger plug in David’s crack, pushing it down and aiming the tip at his greedy little hole.

“You don’t need lube for this, right?” Adam asked, pushing against the dry opening.

“Uh uh,” David voiced his protest.

“Okay, I’ll be nice,” Adam laughed, grabbing the lube and drizzling it down between David’s cheeks. He coated the ginger and lined it up against David’s hole, pressing it in with a quick shove.

Moving fast, Adam reached down and pulled David’s jeans back up, using his thumb to press at the base of the ginger plug to make sure it stayed in place. Adam had made sure to carve the plug with as wide a base as possible and a thin neck so that it would stay put once he shoved it in.

Standing up, Adam waited for the juice in the plug to start aggravating the sensitive lining of David’s hole.

He didn’t have to wait long. In less than a minute David started squirming, writhing around the tub and thrusting his hips like that was going to dislodge the ginger inside of him. He shouldn’t be in pain yet – ginger was slow to get truly painful, starting with a gentle warming that gradually built up into something horrible – but David was unfamiliar with the sensation and that was probably why he was reacting so dramatically.

Adam couldn’t wait to see how he’d take it when it actually started to hurt.

Taking out his cock, lifting the thick length out of his briefs along with his balls, Adam stroked himself off to the sight of David jerking around in the tub, whimpering and looking up over his shoulder with pleading eyes.

Denying the implicit plea for mercy just made Adam’s cock harder, each little whimper and cry of discomfort making his belly clench with hot desire.

Looking down at his bound captive, Adam could tell the exact moment the ginger went from uncomfortable to painful. David got more panicked, his movements jerkier and the tugs on his bound limbs more insistent, his moans and whimpers turning into actual cries of pain.

“I like you like this,” Adam growled, his orgasm inching closer. Working his cock with firm strokes, paying extra attention to the sensitive ridge on the underside of his head, he watched David suffer.

It was better than anything he’d ever seen at the club.

“You like hurting for me, baby? Do you like hurting for your daddy?”

When David didn’t answer, Adam climbed into the tub and slid down to sit in front of his face. The tight space meant that David’s head ended up in his lap, Adam’s muscular legs bracketing his body, his cock pressing a line against David’s cheek and dripping down into his hair.

Adam reached down and smacked his ass hard, making him clench down on the plug in his ass.

David cried out, tears running down his cheeks. He thrashed violently, eyes wild, bucking like a wild horse tied down for the first time.

Adam brought his legs together, pushing his heels down on the back of David’s thighs and forcing him to stay still.

Panting, David looked up at him with desperation while he continued to struggle against the hold of Adam’s legs.

“Calm down, baby. Accept your punishment.” Adam combed his hand through David’s hair, the tender touch at odds with the pleasure he was deriving from the boy’s suffering. “You’re hurting because you were bad and disobeyed your daddy. You deserve this.”

David keened, lowering his head and pressing his face into Adam’s thigh with his nose resting in the junction where the root of Adam’s cock met his groin. He huffed, sniffing softly like he was trying to use the scent of Adam’s balls to calm down.

It seemed to work, or maybe he was just getting used to the pain, but either way the wild thrashing gave way to a quivering calm.

“That’s my good puppy,” Adam crooned, stroking David’s hair, the touch serving double duty to keep his face pressed into the root of his junk. “Taking the pain for daddy.”

David whimpered again, a pleading sound that Adam ignored. Grabbing his cock he started to stroke himself, his hard member hot and throbbing, taking his time as he enjoyed the sound of David trying to endure the ginger irritating the inner lining of his hole.

“Next time you misbehave the ginger is going into your cock, too,” Adam said, lifting his thighs and clamping them around David’s neck. He grabbed him by the hair and tilted his head up with a cruel yank.

The sight of David’s face between his meaty thighs, cock lined up over his face, eyes glazed and expression wrecked was one of the prettiest things he’d ever seen.

Adam licked his lips and squeezed his thighs together.

“Think you could handle that, baby?” he asked, David looking at him with a horrified expression. The thought of having a ginger plug stuck up his cock was obviously not something that had occurred to him.

“No?” Adam grinned, squeezing his thighs together and choking David hard.

Adam had wrestled in high school and college, and he’d always enjoyed having a man trapped between his legs. At the sudden pressure on his neck, David let out a strangled cry, his body starting to flail.

Adam kept squeezing, clamping down harder until David was red in the face and his eyes bulged.

Relaxing his legs, Adam carded his hand through David’s hair and chuckled. “You look like a fucking tomato.”

David glared up at him, indignant, and Adam laughed and squeezed his thighs together again. “You think you get to look at me like that?” he asked, delivering an ineffectual slap to David’s face and squeezing tighter. “Think again.”

This time when Adam relaxed his legs, David tried to look contrite, but drunk as he was he wasn’t a good enough actor to pull it off.

It was fine. Adam would be nice and stop choking him, mostly because he was in the mood to come.

“Mouth on my balls,” he commanded, pushing David’s head down and aiming the hole of his mouth against his sack. He waited until he felt David’s tongue pushing against his heavy balls before he let go of his head and started jerking himself off with fast, noisy strokes.

Orgasm building fast, his cock throbbing in his hand, Adam’s gut clenched and he shot his load with a grunt of pleasure. Thick ropes of come sprayed over David’s head and back, each emission making Adam’s whole body tingle with intense pleasure.

Adam had always been a gusher, and he loved the way his load looked sprayed all over David’s body.

Marked and claimed, David belonged to him.

“You want to smell my come?” Adam asked, scooting back and smearing the head of his cock against David’s upper lip and under his nose, leaving it wet and shiny. “Want to taste?”

He pushed the head of his cock into David’s mouth, past the gag and letting it rest on the flat of his tongue. The ring in the gag was a tight fit, but he’d made sure when he bought it that it was wide enough to accommodate his cock.

Squeezing himself, Adam managed to milk a few drops of come into David’s mouth. David lapped it up, the rough drag of his tongue making Adam twitch and jerk as his over-sensitive cock protested the stimulation.

“You like that, baby?” Adam asked, keeping his cock in David’s mouth and stroking his hair. David made a noise that sounded like an assent, resting his head against Adam’s inner thigh and closing his eyes.

They stayed like that as Adam’s cock softened, David staying still except for the occasional whimper.

Adam knew from personal experience that the potency of the ginger would be wearing off soon, but he was more than satisfied with the suffering he’d managed to inflict with the little root.

He grabbed David by the hair and tilted his head up, making sure his cock didn’t slip out of his mouth. “You doing okay, puppy?”

David just looked at him, unable to answer with his mouth stuffed and his head held still by Adam’s hand in his hair.

“Want me to take the ginger out of your hole?”

David made a loud noise low in his throat, which Adam interpreted as a very enthusiastic yes.

Standing up, his wet cock soft and cold now that it was no longer ensorcelled in the warm heat of David’s mouth, Adam stepped out of the tub and crouched down to pull down David’s jeans again. He removed the plug, throwing it in the trash and crouching back down to assess the state of David’s hole.

The small opening looked a little irritated, but it was nothing compared to what it looked like after Adam had fucked it. There was no gape, and Adam doubted that David would even feel it in the morning.

“Is that better?” he asked, happy to get credit for removing the ginger when it would have stopped working soon anyway.

“Ah ah,” David mumbled.

“Good. Now since you were such a good boy I’m going to take out the gag and let you sleep in the bed tonight.”

Adam untied David’s limbs and worked the gag out of his mouth. Now that he’d come, his desire to see David suffer all night was far outweighed by his desire to hold him while he slept.

It was selfishness rather than mercy, but David didn’t have to know that.

Standing David up, Adam removed the mittens and helped him undress. He directed him into the shower, standing just outside the stall while David stood under the spray with his eyes closed and hand leaning against the wall.

David seemed a little more sober now than when he’d come in, but Adam knew that he was still drunk as hell.

He felt a little guilty for giving in and playing with him while he was in this state. It was definitely not safe, sane and consensual, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care.

David seemed like he’d enjoyed himself, and Adam definitely had.

“You need help washing?” Adam asked when David made no move to reach for the body wash.

“Huh? David asked, opening his eyes and looking at Adam with a confused expression.

Adam smiled and pushed his briefs down, stepping out of them and into the shower to help David get properly clean.

Standing behind the younger man, Adam grabbed the body wash and poured a generous dollop across David’s shoulders and used his hands to rub it in.

Relaxing into the semi-massage, David sighed and let Adam touch and clean him as he willed. Breathing heavily and swaying under the force of Adam’s hands, he was obviously enjoying himself immensely.

Adam spent a good ten minutes lathering David up, tweaking his nipples and groping his balls, but avoiding his rock hard cock entirely.

David would not be coming until he was good and sober.

“All done,” Adam said when he’d finished rinsing David off. He directed him out of the shower and dried him off, David standing still like a prized dog being groomed by his owner, and then helped him brush his teeth. He made him drink a large glass of water and take an aspirin, all the while nuzzling into his throat with happy little kisses.

By the time they climbed into bed David was yawning and smiling happily, Adam lying down and pulling David into his arms and holding him tight.

“Are we going to play more in the morning?” David asked, sounding hopeful.

Adam snorted, fondness welling up inside of him. Tonight was supposed to have been punishment, not play.

He couldn’t bring himself to wish he’d been harsher.

“Are you going to be punished, do you mean?” Adam clarified, voice warm and happy. “Then yes, you’ve still got an enema and my belt waiting for you.”

“Okay,” David mumbled, sounding like that suited him perfectly. “Good night.”

“Good night,” Adam answered, listening as David’s breathing evened out and he fell asleep almost immediately.

Body warm against his chest, his nose nuzzled into silky hair smelling like shampoo and David, Adam closed his eyes and smiled.

2

David

“Good morning, puppy.”

David blinked his eyes open and stared at his fiancé, groggy and feeling incredibly hung over.

The night before he’d met up with Misha and Amy, and what was supposed to be a quiet night in had quickly morphed into a raging party with more beer and vodka than good sense.

He’d gotten so drunk.

“Did I dream it or did you hogtie me in the bathtub and put ginger up my butt?”

“Not a dream,” Adam said, climbing onto the bed and straddling David from over the covers. He lowered himself down on his elbows so that he hovered over David’s face, kissing his cheek and biting gently at his jaw. “Part one of your punishment. Are you ready for part two?”

David couldn’t help the way his cock twitched. He’d woken up hard, and Adam crawling on top of him like the world’s heaviest blanket had only made him harder.

“I’m hung over,” he complained, at the same time as he arched his hips and pressed his erection up against the bulk of Adam’s body.

“Because you got drunk,” Adam said, suddenly sounding a lot less friendly. He sat up, putting the bulk of his weight on David’s chest and glared down at him. David was surprised to see that he looked genuinely angry.

“I’m a grown up, Adam. I can get drunk if I want to.”

David tried to make his voice firm, but the effect was ruined by Adam grabbing him by the throat and squeezing down on his Adam’s apple.

“Is that what you think?” Adam asked, a dangerous glint in his eye. David swallowed, the action emphasizing the pressure on his throat and making his balls pull up in pleasure.

He didn’t get why this was turning him on so much.

“Yeah,” he said, looking Adam right in the eye.

Adam tilted his head and studied him. “I thought we were on the same page here, David. I’m in charge. If I tell you not to get drunk, you don’t get drunk.”

Annoyed and turned on in equal measure, David shook his head as much as the grip on his throat would allow. “You’re in charge in the bedroom, sure, but not in real life.”

Adam’s eyebrows rose up and he laughed. “You’re cute, but you’re wrong. I am in charge of you, in the bedroom and in real life.” The hand on his throat slid up to cup his cheek, a blunt thumb pushing into the corner of his mouth. “I own you.”

David didn’t know what to say. His cock was hard and he was turned on, but the sincerity in Adam’s voice was terrifying. David wasn’t a little kid or a pet and he didn’t want to be treated as one.

Did he?

“Red,” David blurted out, remembering that he had a safeword.

Adam frowned, but he withdrew his hand and climbed off David’s chest. He stood at the edge of the bed and stared down at him. “Really, David?”

“I just need to think,” David said, his heart hammering against his chest.

“All right. Come into the kitchen when you’re ready and we’ll talk.”

Adam left the room, and David was left feeling more confused than ever.

Did he want Adam to be in charge of him – to tell him what he could and couldn’t do?

David honestly didn’t know. So far Adam had taken charge a lot – in bed and out – but he hadn’t been a tyrant. When David told him he was going out with his friends, Adam hadn’t objected or told him he needed permission – all he’d done was instruct him not to drink himself into oblivion.

Sitting up, silky cotton surrounding him like a cloud of fluff, David hugged his chest and wondered what he was going to do.

It was nice, in a way, to have someone set limits. His mother had tried when his behavior started getting him into the gossip pages, but only after the fact and never very hard.

Telling him he had to get married and settled down to keep access to his trust had been a severe and unexpected escalation.

Heading into the bathroom, David washed his face and studied himself in the mirror. Though he was hung over he looked much better than he usually did after a night out drinking with Misha and Amy.

He thought back to the night before. He remembered Adam standing behind him, strong arms around him, muscular pecs pushing into his back, and felt warmth spreading in his belly.

Being taken care of – being cuddled and coddled – made him feel better than he ever had before. Safe and able to just let go, the feeling of taking a break from having to worry or think for himself while Adam made him feel good was intoxicating.

It was dangerous, how quickly he could get used to that sort of care.

What if Adam got bored or found out that David wasn’t worth the effort? What would he do then?

The thought made him look away from his reflection with a frown.

He didn’t want to find out.

Gathering his thoughts, David put on a pair of sweats and a comfortable t-shirt and headed out in search of Adam. He found him in the kitchen, right where he’d said he was going to be.

“Feeling okay?” Adam asked, cradling a cup of coffee in both hands and leaning his elbows on the table. The position showcased his muscular forearms, big hands and broad shoulders. He really was annoyingly good looking.

“Sure,” David said, sitting down on the other side of the table. “I just got a little overwhelmed for a second there.”

“Because I said I own you?” Adam asked, smiling like they were sharing an inside joke.

“No,” David said, honestly. “I guess I just… I feel guilty for disappointing you and I freaked out.”

Saying it out loud David knew that he’d come to the right conclusion. Adam wasn’t overbearing in his domination, and the truth was that David liked it. He liked the limits, the expectations and the feeling when Adam told him he’d been good.

Realizing that Adam was genuinely disappointed in his behavior had been a shock.

Other people had been disappointed in the consequences of his behavior before, but never really in him – and never so that he felt bad about it.

“You should feel guilty,” Adam said, no mercy. “I expect you to take much better care of yourself than you did last night. But I’m not angry with you, and after you take your punishment we’ll move on and you’ll be back to being my good boy. Sound good?”

David let out a relieved breath and nodded, cheeks straining from wanting to smile. He gave in to the feeling.

Adam looked at him, serious expression back on his face.

“You know that I don’t want to micromanage your life, right?” he asked, putting his coffee down. “I like making rules for you, and I expect you to follow them, but I’m not interested in being some kind of dictator – and if it gets to be too much we can always talk about it. I don’t want to be unreasonable.”

“Okay,” David said, Adam only confirming what he already knew.

“Well?” Adam asked, raising one eyebrow. David had never been able to control his eyebrows independently like that and he wished he could. It was an effective expression.

“What?” David asked, not sure what Adam wanted.

“Is it too much?”

David shook his head. “No. I like it.”

Adam grinned, leaning back in his chair and licking the corner of his mouth. “So are you ready for the second part of your punishment?”

David’s stomach flipped. They were still doing that?

An enema and the belt – that wasn’t going to be easy.

He couldn’t wait.

“Right now?” he asked.

“Right now,” Adam confirmed. The older man stood up and walked around the table, his strong hairy thighs drawing David’s attention. He remembered those thighs wrapped around his neck, squeezing and choking him, and the memory made his cock twitch.

He wanted Adam to do that again.

“Come on, let’s get this over with,” Adam said, coming to stand next to David and putting a hand on the back of his neck. He maneuvered David out of the chair and marched him toward the bedroom.

David didn’t miss the fact that Adam’s cock was straining against the fabric of his briefs, the older man reaching down and squeezing himself as they walked. It was pretty obvious that they were both going to get off on what was about to happen.

“On the bed,” Adam instructed, pushing David right to the edge of the mattress. Lying down, David was confused.

Were they starting with the belt?

While David got onto the bed, pushing the comforter up and away and lying down on the rumpled sheet, Adam went into the bathroom. He came back with the inflatable nozzle belonging to the enema bag and a bottle of lube, lathering the nozzle up and climbing up onto the mattress and straddling David’s thighs.

“In we go,” he said, pouring a stream of lube into David’s crack and then shoving the nozzle in with an insistent push.

David let out a grunt at the unexpected intrusion, but he knew that this was nothing compared to what came next.

He was right. Adam inflated the nozzle until David was gritting his teeth from the stretch, and then went into the bathroom to prepare the enema bag. David could hear the water running in the other room as Adam filled the bag, and it seemed to go on forever.

“I don’t want any complaining, okay?” Adam said when he came back out, attaching the bag to a hook hanging from the ceiling. David hadn’t noticed the hook before and wondered how he’d missed it. “If you can’t keep quiet there’s a gag with your name on it waiting in the closet.”

David’s skin prickled in anticipation. Even though he knew that the enema would be horrible, he was perversely looking forward to it.

“Here we go,” Adam said, unclipping the clamp on the enema hose. David could feel cold water rushing into his hole, the wet cool inside of him just as unsettling and strange as the last time they’d done this. “You’re taking the whole bag this time.”

Hadn’t he taken the whole bag the last time, David wondered? He glanced up and behind him, seeing the bulging red rubber bag hanging from the ceiling. He couldn’t believe that all of that was going inside of him. It didn’t seem like there would be room.

The first cramp came not long after the water started rushing into his hole, but David grit his teeth and forced himself to stay quiet. It didn’t help at all when Adam manhandled him onto his side, folding his leg up and lying down behind him, hand moving to his belly where it started to push and squeeze like a doctor doing an abdominal exam.

David whimpered, resisting the urge to cry out when Adam pushed four fingers down into his belly button like he was trying to force the water right back out of him.

If that was the intention, it didn’t work. The inflatable nozzle held, not a drop of water escaping David’s rapidly filling guts.

“You’re being such a good boy,” Adam growled into his neck, hand still cruelly playing and pushing against his stomach. He mouthed wetly at the back of his neck. “Filling up for daddy like a little whore.”

David whimpered, arching his back as he tried to endure the never ending pressure inside of him. His belly was getting hard and distended, making him feel like an overfilled water balloon.

“Should keep you like this,” Adam mumbled, lips soft against the back of David’s ear. “Fill you up every morning and plug you tight, make you my pregnant little bitch.”

David wrinkled his nose in distaste. The pregnancy fantasy did nothing for him, taking him out of the moment and making the pressure even harder to bear.

“You want that, baby? You want daddy to breed your hole and make you pregnant?”

“No,” David mumbled through gritted teeth, another cramp starting.

He didn’t realize his mistake until Adam kissed his cheek and got off the bed, coming back with an evil looking gag in his hand and a gleeful expression on his face.

“Open up,” Adam said, bringing the huge penis shaped gag to David’s lips. “This hole is for sucking cock, not for talking back.”

David grimaced, lips parting to allow the rubber monster entry.

The stretch of his jaw was horrible, and the fake cock pressed against the back of his throat so that he felt one breath away from gagging.

Adam fastened the leather strap around his face, pulling the buckle tight and kissing his cheek. “There you go. All nice and quiet for daddy.”

The next twenty minutes passed in a blur. The enema went from uncomfortable and awful to truly horrible, the third cramp making David cry like a baby.

It hurt.

Adam had no mercy, and when David cried it just seemed to turn him on more. He pressed his hard cock into David’s back, rutting against him while squeezing and groping him with no care for how awful he felt.

“All done,” Adam growled, the words coming out of nowhere. It took David a second to realize that he was talking about the bag. The hand on his belly moved south, wrapping around his cock and stroking him with slow, gentle strokes.

David hadn’t even realized he was still hard.

“Mhm!” he protested, the too gentle touch of Adam’s hand more frustrating than anything. He wasn’t stroking him hard enough to make him come, and with the added pain of the enema the teasing was entirely unwelcome.

“You’re holding the enema until you shoot your little load,” Adam said, brushing the tip of David’s cock with his thumb. The touch sent an electric spark up David’s cock, pushing him that much closer to orgasm.

David tried to rut his hips into Adam’s grip, but his evil tormentor only let his hand move with him so that the movement accomplished nothing at all. With a cry of frustration, muffled by the gag but still loud, David stilled.

Adam laughed. “Poor puppy. Do you want daddy’s help?”

David nodded, making a noise that he thought sounded appropriately pleading.

“Okay, baby. I’ll help you.”

The grip on David’s cock tightened, Adam’s strokes speeding up as he worked David’s straining cock toward orgasm.

When David finally came he was so relieved he’d get to let go of the enema that he barely had the energy left over to enjoy the actual orgasm.

“Think you have one more in you?” Adam asked, thumb circling over the now sensitive head of his cockhead.

David let out a muffled scream of horrified protest, making Adam laugh.

“I’m just teasing you, puppy. Let’s go to the bathroom and empty you out.”

Relieved, David let Adam help him off the bed and into the toilet. Deflating the plug and expelling the water was gross, but when he was done and had taken a thorough shower he felt great.

Then he remembered that Adam still wanted to use the belt on his ass.

Walking out of the bathroom, steam billowing out past him and a towel wrapped around his waist, David saw Adam sitting on the edge of the mattress. He was still in his briefs, but he’d put on a pair of leather gloves, and in his hands he held a belt and a piece of ginger carved into an evil little plug.

“I thought we’d try this again,” he said, standing up and holding up the ginger. He grabbed David by the neck and moved him to the bed, the smooth leather of his palm making David shudder.

He didn’t know why, but the gloves were incredibly hot. They made Adam’s already huge hands seem even bigger, and the stark black leather added an intimidation factor that David couldn’t explain.

He wished Adam would wear them more often.

The ginger, on the other hand, he could do without. He wasn’t sure if being drunk the night before had made the experience of being figged easier or harder to bear, but he wasn’t in any hurry to find out.

It seemed like Adam wasn’t going to give him a choice in the matter.

“You’ll get twenty with the belt and ten on your hole with my fingers. After that your punishment will be over and we can do whatever you want.”

“Promise?” David asked, biting his lip. Even though he knew that he was in for even more pain, he was still having fun.

It still shocked him how much fun he could have being abused.

“Within reason,” Adam amended. He ripped the towel away from David’s body and pushed him down across the mattress, his leather clad hand splayed over the center of David’s back like a brand. “Now spread your knees and keep your hands above your head. I want you to take this without having to be tied down.”

“Yes daddy,” David said, grinning at the way Adam’s breath hitched at the use of the word.

Being able to affect him like that made David’s cock start to get hard, though he was still to spent from his previous exhausting orgasm to get fully hard.

“You don’t have to count.”

That was all the warning David got before Adam brought the belt down on his ass. He barely had time to register the sound of leather cutting through the air before he heard the impact and pain bloomed up his back.

Adam wasn’t holding back.

“One,” Adam counted, lifting his arm and bringing the belt down again.

“Two.”

David closed his eyes and grit his teeth, wondering why the fuck he was enjoying himself. Normal people didn’t like getting beaten, did they?

“Three.”

He shouldn’t kink-shame himself, David admonished, feeling a little hysterical. So what if he got off on being used and hurt? It was his business and he shouldn’t have to explain himself to himself.

“Four.”

Adam’s voice was a rough growl, his huge body glistening with the beginnings of a sweat and his hands gloved and menacing. He was like some kind of bondage god conjured up from the deepest crevices of David’s imagination.

“Five.”

David gripped the sheets tight and fought the urge to reach back and protect his vulnerable ass. There was a pause and David opened his eyes to look over his shoulder to see what was happening.

Adam had the ginger plug his hand, belt resting around his neck as he lubed the evil little thing up.

“Okay, let’s try it with the ginger,” he said, sounding happy – like he was having the time of his life whipping David’s ass to hell and back and stuffing it full of ginger.

David closed his eyes, having forgotten the ginger plug after Adam failed to insert it. He should have known that Adam wasn’t going to forget it. Not after he went to the trouble of carving it.

Adam crouched down behind him, spreading his ass with his gloved hands and licking across his hole. The sudden pleasure was a sharp contrast to the pain of the belt, making David’s toes curl. Adam leaned back, smacking his cheeks one by one before inserting the homemade plug.

Right away David felt a warm tingling, but he wasn’t given much time to contemplate the feeling before Adam stood up and started up whipping him again.

“Six, seven, eight,” Adam brought his belt down in quick succession, forcing David to clench his ass down on the ginger plug without pause. “Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen!”

Adam brought the belt down on David’s upper thighs, making him scream as the thick leather cut across the much more sensitive skin there.

“How you doing, baby?” Adam asked, crouching down and groping David’s ass like he was assessing his handiwork. He kneaded David’s ass with greedy hands, spreading his cheeks and licking across his hole again.

“Fucking hurts,” David complained, though he knew that if given a choice he would ask for Adam to continue. He felt like he was about to take off into the sky. All he needed was a little more and he’d be there.

“You want me to stop?” Adam asked, leaning in and biting his ass. The pain was different but just as good as the belt.

“No,” David said, no hesitation. Adam laughed and stood back up.

“Well all right then.”

He delivered the remaining blows without counting, David clenching down on the ginger plug and squeezing the burning juice right out of the fibrous tissue, the tingling sensation getting hot and painful and making it almost impossible to stay still.

“Burns, doesn’t it,” Adam laughed, turning around and plopping himself down on David’s back. He reached down and grabbed David’s cheek in one meaty fist, pulling it to the side to expose his hole.

David realized that the belt portion of his punishment was over when Adam brought three fingers from his other hand together and started spanking his hole.

Crying out, Adam’s body on top of his back pinning him in place, there was nothing David could do except take the abuse.

By the third blow David’s hole felt sore and awful, and each new hit only made it worse. When Adam finally stopped they were both panting, David’s hole burning from both the ginger and the cruel slaps.

“All done,” Adam said, pulling out the plug and wrapping David up in his arms. He held him tight, hands folded over his stomach keeping him pressed against his chest. He growled into David’s ear. “You took your punishment like a fucking champ.”

David leaned his head back into Adam’s embrace, hands coming down on top of the gloved mitts keeping him trapped. He traced the seams in the leather, moving over Adam’s knuckles and long fingers.

“You like my gloves?” Adam asked with a chuckle, lifting one hand and splaying it across David’s face. Palm covering his mouth, fingers reaching to curl over his forehead and up toward his ears, Adam’s hand was a thing of beauty. David nuzzled into it, making the older man laugh.

“Kinky little slut,” he said, voice fond as he rubbed his hand over David’s face. “So what do you want to do now that you’ve taken your punishment?”

“Want you to fuck me while you play with my nipples,” David said, Adam’s erection against his back making his sore hole yearn to be stuffed for real. Not with water or ginger, but with a thick, hard cock.

“Yeah?” Adam asked, hand moving down to tweak his nipple. He wasn’t gentle and the sharp pain made David’s spent cock twitch.

“You said I could have whatever I wanted.”

“I did, didn’t I? And what you want is to get fucked while I hurt your nipples?”

David nodded. He hadn’t actually said that he wanted Adam to hurt his nipples, but he had to admit that that was what he’d meant.

“Yes please.”

Adam laughed and kissed his cheek. “Okay baby. I’ll fuck you good and make those sexy little nipples know what they were made for, don’t you worry.”

David couldn’t have been happier.

Three hours later David was still in bed, freshly fucked and feeling utterly and completely exhausted. His nipples hurt, Adam having twisted and squeezed them until he thought they were going to be ripped off, and his hole felt like it had gone to war.

He’d need at least a week to recuperate.

“How are you feeling?” Adam asked, coming back into the room with a platter of fruit, a sandwich and a glass of water. The sight of food made David’s stomach rumble and he suddenly remembered how long it had been since he’d eaten anything.

“Like you fucked me up and then beat me with a belt,” David answered, smiling and sitting up with his back against the headboard. “So in other words, pretty great.”

Adam grinned, setting the food down on the bed and sitting down next to him. He draped his arm across the back of David’s shoulders, the casual hold making David feel deliciously owned and taken care of.

That Adam was feeding him only served to intensify the feeling.

“I’m glad.” Adam pulled the tray with the food closer. “You should eat.”

David grabbed the sandwich and dug in, eating so fast that Adam laughed and told him to slow down.

“You’re going to give yourself heartburn eating like that,” he said, ruffling David’s hair fondly.

David slowed down, blushing.

“So what did you do last night?” Adam asked, grabbing a strawberry and popping it in his mouth.

David paused, not wanting to rehash the evening that got him in Adam’s bad graces. Catching his expression Adam laughed.

“I know you got drunk, but before that. Did you have fun?”

David relaxed and resumed chewing, swallowing before answering. He thought back to the previous evening. He’d had a very nice time with Misha and Amy, the three of them sitting around drinking wine and talking about how crazy it was that David was getting married. It wasn’t until a group of Amy’s friends came by that they started drinking and getting wasted.

“I did. Misha and Amy and I were talking about the wedding.”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“About when we’re going to have it. They think we should set a date.”

David also thought they should set a date, but he didn’t want to push. Saying it like this was an easier way to find out what Adam was thinking.

“How about June?” Adam suggested, like it was that easy.

“That’s just four months away?” David said, his protest at odds with how happy he felt.

“So? It’s not like we have to plan it ourselves. Why, when were you thinking?”

David licked his lips and bit his cheek to tamp down his smile. “June is fine. I like June.”

“Good. It’s decided.”

David couldn’t believe it was that easy. He was getting married. It was surreal.

“Are we going on a honeymoon?” David asked hopefully. He really wanted to go on vacation with Adam, but he knew that with Adam’s schedule it wouldn’t be easy to take time off.

“I’d like that,” Adam said, kissing his cheek. “Anywhere in particular you’d like to go?”

David shrugged. “Not really.”

Exotic destinations and expensive vacations were an every-day thing for David. It was spending time with Adam he valued.

“My friend has a pretty interesting pony farm. We could spend a week or two there, if you want.”

“A pony farm?” David couldn’t mask how little that idea appealed to him. No matter how much he liked calling Adam daddy he wasn’t actually a five-year-old.

Adam laughed. “It’s a human pony farm,” he explained, like that should have been obvious. “You’d spend the whole week being my pony. It would be pretty intense, but I think you’d enjoy it.”

David swallowed, glancing at Adam’s face and wondering what the hell a human pony farm looked like.

He didn’t want to know – except that he did.

“Like with the puppy play?” he asked, just to make sure he understood.

“Yes, but way more intense. They have grooms that would help me get you all geared up, and they’d also help train you and take care of you while you were there.”

David didn’t say anything, not sure how he was supposed to react to this information.

“Would you be okay with that?” Adam asked, unusually tentative.

“With what?”

“With other people being involved in dominating you?”

David’s breath caught, his mind immediately jumping to the bartender he’d met the last time he’d gone out with Misha. He’d fantasized about the muscular man teaming up with Adam to take him down, but he hadn’t thought that was the kind of fantasy that had any chance of becoming a reality.

“Would you be okay with that?” David asked, buying himself some time from having to answer as well as scoping out what Adam was thinking.

“I think it would be hot, letting someone else have at you. As long as I was in charge of the whole thing.”

David took a slow breath. “I think I’d like that.”

When he looked over at Adam the older man was smiling like the wolf right after it had gotten Red Riding Hood to step just a little bit closer.

“Yeah?” Adam asked, curling his arm around David’s neck and pulling him in close. He kissed the top of his head. “You’d let me pass you around, make you put on a show for me.”

“Mh hm,” David murmured with a nod, closing his eyes and pressing his nose into Adam’s chest. Warm and hairy, the thick muscle of Adam’s pectorals made for an excellent pillow.

“And the pony farm? Will you come with me and be my pony for a week or two?”

This time David hesitated. A day of puppy play was intense, he didn’t know if he could handle more than that.

“Maybe?”

Adam kissed the top of his head again. “How about we head up there for just a weekend and you can see if you like it?”

That sounded better. A weekend David could handle.

“Okay.”

“Good. I’ll call my friend and arrange a visit next weekend. Are you free then?”

David nodded.

“Perfect. You’re going to love it. I promise.”

Adam had never sounded more satisfied.

To be continued…

Also by D.J. Heart

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