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 far 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.

Ordering another drink, David stayed at the bar and listened to the music of the club and the people dancing behind him, waiting for Misha to finish up with his coke and threesome.

“Here you go, drink up please.”

David looked at the tall glass of water that had just been set down in front of him. The hand curled around the glass was big, and the voice was deep and manly. Looking up, David locked eyes with the hot bartender.

“I didn’t order that,” David said, looking down at the glass.

Hot bartender smirked. “I know, but you’re looking pretty dehydrated. I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t take care of you, now would I?”

David gut tightened at the way the bartender talked about taking care of him.

Not knowing what to say, David lifted the glass and drank deep. It wasn’t until the cold water hit his throat that he realized how thirsty he was.

“Good boy,” the bartender said, winking again.

David blushed.

“He’s engaged, Peter.”

It was the lady bartender.

“Too bad,” Peter said, making her roll her eyes. David looked up to see Peter staring at him, eyes crinkled from the smile stretching his lips. “If that changes, I’m here every Sunday through Thursday.”

When David didn’t answer he chuckled and winked again, walking way.

“He flirts with all the cute boys,” the lady bartender said, shaking her head and refilling his water before moving on to the next customer.

It made David feel a little less special, and a little less tempted.

Not that he’d been all that tempted.

Two drinks later, along with several tall glasses of water, Misha still hadn’t come to find him, and David was bored.

What was even the point of being at a club if he wasn’t going to dance?

Getting up, stumbling and almost falling when his legs hit the ground, David steadied himself on the bar and found his footing.

Swaying, the ground moving beneath his feet like he was on his mom’s yacht, David made his way into the crowd and started dancing.

This was more like it. Throwing his hands up in the air, head thrown back and face turned toward the ceiling, David let the music flow through him. People occasionally brushed up against him to dance with him, lining their bodies up with his, but when David didn’t reciprocate they all moved on.

“Let’s get you home.”

David opened his eyes and found Misha staring at him. The pupils of his friend’s eyes were dilated, huge pools of inky black, and there was an alertness to him that let David know that he must have been successful in his quest to obtain coke from Amy.

“I’m not finished dancing,” David said, the words coming out in a plaintive whine.

Misha laughed. “You’re not dancing, you’re sitting down. Now come on, my driver is out front waiting for you.”

Looking around, David noticed that he was indeed sitting down. He was on the floor next to a table, legs splayed out in front of him, his back up against the wall.

“Up you go,” Misha said, grabbing his arm and hoisting him up.

Standing was difficult. The room swayed wildly, everything spinning around. He looked at Misha and tried to focus.

“You’re so pretty,” he said, reaching out and stroking his friend’s stubble.

“And you’re drunk,” Misha replied with a laugh. “Now let’s go. Amy is waiting for me, and you know how she hates to wait.”

“Yes,” David agreed. Amy was monstrously impatient. She’d once left David stranded at a gas station in the middle of nowhere because he’d taken too long to buy drinks. He’d had to wait three hours for his mother’s driver to come get him.

Ducking in under his shoulder and wrapping his arm around David’s waist, Misha led him out of the club and into the cold night air. The sudden silence was jarring, and sitting down in the back of Misha’s fancy car was like he’d been transported to a whole new world.

It didn’t seem real that just a hundred feet to his left there could be an ocean of people dancing and making noise.

“Give me your phone,” Misha demanded, and when David looked at him he could see from his friend’s expression that it probably wasn’t the first time he’d asked.

Silently, David handed over his phone. Misha held it up in front of David’s face to unlock it before making a call.

David tried to pay attention, but between closing his eyes and resting his head back for just a second, suddenly Misha was handing the phone back and running his hand through David’s hair.

“I called Adam. My driver will take you to his building and he’ll meet you at the door, okay?”

David stared at him and tried to process what he was saying.

“Do you understand?”

David nodded, but the motion set the world spinning and for a second it was all he could do not to throw up.

“Good. I’ll see you later,” Misha said, kissing his cheek. “Tonight was fun!”

Misha stepped back and the car door slammed shut, and suddenly it was even more quiet.

Closing his eyes, David felt the car start to move. Before he knew it they were coming to a stop and Adam was looking down at him.

David grinned, the sight of his beautiful fiancé making his insides light up with happy sparks, but his grin faded at the severe frown marring the older man’s brow.

“How much have you had to drink?” Adam asked, reaching into the car and unbuckling David’s seatbelt.

David was startled. He hadn’t even realized he was wearing a seatbelt.

“Just a little,” David said, letting Adam help him out of the car.

“Fucking hell,” Adam growled, his hands rough as they steadied David against him and led him inside. David stumbled and Adam had to bend his knees to catch him.

“On your feet,” Adam snapped, pulling David up with a painful tug on his arm.

Wincing, David let Adam manhandle him past the expressionless doorman and into the elevator.

“I can’t believe you,” Adam growled, looking at him through the mirrored wall of the elevator doors. “You’re falling over.”

“I’m just a little buzzed,” David said, trying not to slur his words.

What was Adam’s problem? So he was a little drunk – it wasn’t like he’d done coke or molly.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning when you’re sober,” Adam said.

Leading David into his penthouse, Adam guided him to the bathroom where he helped him strip off his clothes. With some trouble he then moved him into the bathtub and told him to sit down.

“I don’t want an enema,” David protested, trying to stand up.

“I’m not giving you an enema,” Adam said, but with an element of humor in his voice. He lifted the showerhead and turned on the water, waiting for the spray to run hot before turning it on David. “You smell like the inside of a bottle of vodka.”

The warm water felt nice, and when Adam grabbed a wash cloth and started rubbing him down it felt even nicer. David relaxed back into the tub and groaned, arching his hips when Adam’s hand moved down over his crotch right next to his semi-hard cock.

“Don’t even think about it,” Adam warned, looking down at David’s face with a dangerous little smirk. “After your performance tonight you’ll be lucky if I let you come again before our wedding night.”

The dire warning only made David’s cock harden further, his balls feeling full and heavy.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, not really sorry at all but wishing that Adam would change his mind and touch him.

“You will be,” Adam said, kissing his forehead.

David knew that those words should probably have scared him more than they did, but he decided to worry about it later.

Besides, being punished by Adam wasn’t the worst thing. His hands were big, and it had been far too long since he’d felt them smacking down on his ass.

“What am I going to do with you?” Adam asked, tilting David’s head back and wetting his hair. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo and poured a generous stream of cold gel down on top of his scalp, massaging it in with the tips of his fingers.

David wished he wasn’t so drunk so that he could have enjoyed it properly.

“Feels nice,” he mumbled, the warm water running over his chest shifting as Adam changed position.

“Lazy puppy,” Adam said, rinsing the shampoo from David’s hair and wiping excess bubbles away from his forehead. “You like it when daddy takes care of you?”

David’s toes curled in pleasure, his whole body tingling at Adam’s softly spoken question.

“Yes, daddy,” David said, and even though he was drunk off his ass, he wasn’t so drunk that the words didn’t make him blush something fierce.

“Good boy,” Adam rumbled, putting the showerhead away. He draped a huge fluffy towel over David’s body and lifted him away from the edge of the tub, wrapping the towel around his back.

The world spinning again, David let out an oomph as Adam lifted him out of the tub, the weight and effort making him grunt. Wrapped up in the towel and Adam’s strong arms, David could hardly breathe. Adam carried him into the bedroom and set him down on the edge of the mattress.

Released from the tight bear-hug, David gasped for breath while Adam grabbed the towel and crouched down to dry him off properly.

“Do you like me?” David asked, the question just sort of popping out of his mouth without any plan or warning.

“What?” Adam asked, looking up at him with a small frown. “Of course I like you. I’m going to marry you, aren’t I?”

David shrugged. “That’s just for my mom’s company.”

Adam’s eyes narrowed. “Do you like me?” he asked, hands coming to a stop on David’s thighs, the thick cotton of the towel all that separated the meaty paws from David’s skin.

“Yeah,” David nodded, taking a deep breath. “A lot.”

Adam grinned. “I like you a lot, too.” He resumed drying him off. “I didn’t think I would – I thought you were going to be a little brat – but you’re a good boy. I wouldn’t be spending all this time with you if I didn’t like you.”

Adam grabbed David by the nape of his neck and pushed their foreheads together, the tight grin and close contact making David’s lungs work overtime and his whole body feel hot and tight. “You’re my good boy, right?”

Adam’s voice was a low, possessive growl.

David nodded as much as he could with Adam holding him.

“Say it.”

“I’m your good boy,” David repeated, his cock throbbing to life.

“Yes you are,” Adam said, kissing him. He speared into David’s mouth, licking over his teeth and dominating him like it was the most natural thing in the world. When he pulled back, he sighed. “We need to brush your teeth.”

It took David a few seconds to catch the implied criticism, and when he did his humiliation was epic. If there was a hole in the floor he would have crawled into it, but with Adam crouching down over him all he could do was lower his gaze.

“Come on, let’s go back into the bathroom and clean your teeth.”

David allowed himself to be led, stumbling and unsteady, back into the bathroom. Adam stood behind him, taller and broader and looking perfectly in control, and reaching around David he prepared the toothbrush and brought it into David’s mouth.

No one had brushed David’s teeth for him since he was four. He watched himself in the mirror, Adam meeting his gaze, the two of them maintaining eye contact as Adam carefully brushed his teeth.

David had no idea why this was making his cock so hard, but he was about as hard as he could get while drunk.

He wished Adam would lower the hand on his belly and touch him.

“Spit,” Adam commanded, withdrawing the toothbrush and rinsing it. David obeyed while Adam grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water, bringing it to his lips. “Rinse.”

David obeyed, swishing the water around his mouth and spitting it back into the glass.

“Good boy,” Adam said, his breath warm against the side of David’s head. “I think you’re just about ready for bed. Just one more thing and we’ll go to sleep.”

David nodded, feeling sort of in a daze as Adam led him back into the bedroom and set him down on the mattress. Telling him to stay, Adam went into the closet. David could hear him moving around in there, and when he came back into the bedroom he was carrying a small box, two gleaming leather collars, and the mittens that wouldn’t let David use his hands.

Staring at the items, David didn’t get a chance to ask what Adam was going to do before the older man fastened the collars – which turned out not to be collars – around his thighs. He buckled them on tight, pushing his finger under the leather to check the fit before turning them so that the D-rings attached to the leather faced out.

“Give me your hands,” Adam commanded, picking up one of the mittens. Heart beating fast, David obeyed and watched as Adam trapped his fists in the restrictive leather. Closing the buckles on his wrists, Adam turned the D-rings on the cuffs of the mittens in, bringing David’s hands down to his thighs and using a small clip to fasten them together.

David’s hands were trapped by his side, making him feel incredibly vulnerable.

The little box contained a chastity cage – a device David only knew about because Misha had bought him one as a joke years ago – and Adam unpacked it with expert fingers.

This one looked way more expensive than the one Misha had bought him.

“Spread your legs,” Adam said, opening the box and laying out the components of the cage on the sheet next to David’s body. The cage itself looked tiny, transparent and hard like glass, and David wondered how it was going to fit.

The ring that went around the base of his penis went on first, and though Adam had no problems getting it on, the touch to David’s cock was doing nothing to diminish his erection.

“Here comes the bad part, but you can be good for daddy, can’t you?” Adam asked, caressing the underside of David’s balls with the pads of his fingers.

Hesitating, David nodded.

“Good boy.”

Adam closed his hand around David’s balls, enveloping them in his large palm, and with a small smile squeezed his fist together and pulled.

David screamed, trying to close his legs to ward off the overwhelming pain, and fell off the mattress. Adam let him fall, kicking his legs apart and crouching down to slide the cock cage on his now extremely flaccid cock.

“All done,” Adam said, screwing the hollow shaft to the ring and locking it in place with a tiny padlock. He then reached under David’s arms and lifted him back up on the bed. “Time to sleep.”

David watched him, breathing fast and balls still aching in pain.

“That hurt,” he said, feeling like he was about to cry. The way Adam just grinned did nothing to make him feel better.

“You can handle it,” Adam said, leaning down and giving his cheek a kiss. “Now be a good boy and get under the covers.”

David didn’t protest as Adam manhandled him further up on the bed, pushing aside the duvet and tucking David in under the luxurious weight of downy feathers. “I’m going to brush my teeth and then I’ll be right back to cuddle you to sleep, okay puppy?”

Taking a wobbling breath, David nodded. He felt weird, not used to lying on his stomach, and the way his arms pointed straight down felt absolutely bizarre.

Still, the pillow beneath his cheek was comfortable, and he was exhausted. He closed his eyes, the sound of Adam’s electric toothbrush in the other room, a low motorized buzz, lulling him off to sleep.

3

Adam

The next morning Adam watched as David slowly woke up, blinking groggily up at the ceiling and groaning as the full force of his hangover became clear to him.

It was a rather adorable sight, all things considered. Adam was supposed to be at work, but he’d decided to take a rare day off to play with David.

“What?” David mumbled pulling at his trapped arms with a frown. He jerked, tugging on his bonds and wriggling in obvious confusion.

Adam grabbed the comforter and pulled it down, revealing David’s mittened hands and the cuffs securing them to his thighs, along with the snug cage trapping his cock.

It made for a delectable package, though not one Adam had any intention of unwrapping any time soon.

Waking up with his thigh over David’s legs and his arm draped across the boy’s chest had been one of Adam’s most enjoyable mornings ever.

David would be lucky to spend even a minute in their bed unbound now that Adam had discovered just how much he liked the feeling.

“Did we have sex?” David asked, blinking down at himself.

Adam frowned. “You don’t remember?”

David scrunched up his brow. “You gave me a bath?” he ventured, looking down at himself, “and then you brushed my teeth and tied me up. Did anything happen after that?”

Adam smiled and shook his head, climbing up on the bed and straddling David’s thighs. The boy’s eyes went wide as he looked up at Adam’s shirtless torso. “You fell asleep. I cuddled you, like my own personal teddy bear, but that was it. Why? Would you mind if I’d rolled you over and fucked you while you were out?”

It hadn’t occurred to Adam to do so, but from the expression on David’s face he wouldn’t have minded one bit.

Adam grinned wolfishly. “You like the sound of that? Waking up with daddy’s come in your ass, your hole all sore and you don’t even remember daddy fucking you?”

David looked like he was about to hyperventilate he looked so turned on.

“Maybe?” he said, sounding anything but uncertain.

Adam laughed, reaching down and fiddling with the cock cage. It made David’s cock look tiny. “Well, that’s the kind of thing we should probably agree on before exploring.”

“And this isn’t?” David lifted his head and nodded down at his bound body.

Adam tilted his head and studied his captive. “No, not really.”

David blinked. “What? Isn’t the whole point that this is supposed to be safe, sane and consensual?”

Adam grinned and gave David’s balls a little tug. “Where did you get that idea?”

“Everyone knows that!” David exploded, his eyes a little wide.

“Probably a good set of rules to follow,” Adam agreed, licking his lips. He lowered himself down so that his chest was on top of David’s, his own meaty pectorals pressing down on David’s much slimmer chest, holding himself up by his elbows. “I don’t think I want to follow them.”

He pushed his face down into the crook of David’s neck, biting his jaw and grinning around the yelp of pain his teeth elicited.

“I think I want to decide how much you can take.” He licked his way up to David’s ear and bit down on the shell of it. “And I don’t think I’m going to let you decide when you’ve had enough.”

Kissing David’s nose, he grinned. “Where would the fun in that be?”

David was looking at him with something like genuine worry in his eyes, and Adam sighed. “Do you want a safeword?” he asked, his tone telling David exactly how little he liked the idea.

“I mean… maybe?” David said, biting his lip.

Adam sighed again, sitting up, this time on David’s stomach. The boy let out a little grunt when Adam’s entire and not inconsiderable weight landed on his abs.

“Fine. Your safeword can be red, okay?”

Adam knew it was the right thing to do, no matter how much he liked the idea of David having no way to escape him.

David smiled, looking relieved. Then he frowned. “What happens if I have a gag in my mouth?”

Adam bared his teeth in a wide grin. “How about, anytime I put a gag in I’ll tell you beforehand what I’m going to do, and then if you want you can safeword out in advance.”

The implication being that once the gag was in, David’s safeword was suspended.

“That doesn’t really sound very sane,” David said, referencing the annoying rules again.

“It’s not,” Adam admitted. “It’s still how I want it.”

For a while David looked at him, uncertain and weighing his situation, but in the end he nodded.

“Okay. But you can’t lie and make it seem like something isn’t going to hurt when it will. You have to be honest.”

Adam lowered himself back down, chest to chest, kissing the corner of David’s mouth. “Of course, baby. I’ll tell you exactly how much it’s going to hurt.”

The rest of the day, Adam kept the mittens on David’s hands, though he did unclip them from the cuffs around his thighs.

“How do I pee in this?” David asked after breakfast – the meal spent on his knees between Adam’s legs eating from his hand. He stood in the kitchen door, tripping from foot to foot like he was about to pee himself.

“Sitting down,” Adam said, putting the plates in the sink with the rest of the dishes for the maid to take care of later.

David shot him a look that wasn’t at all happy, but when Adam just raised his eyebrow he huffed and turned around, walking to the bathroom with hurried steps.

While David relieved himself, Adam went into the closet and dug around for a leash and collar, along with a nice muzzle shaped to look somewhat like the snout of a dog. He sat down on the bed and laid the leash, collar and muzzle down next to him.

When David came out of the bathroom and saw them his eyes widened.

“Is that a gag?” he asked, eyes zeroing in on the muzzle.

“It is,” Adam confirmed, patting his thigh. “Now come over here so that we can get you all kitted up.”

David didn’t move. “What are you going to do?” he asked, stance wary and his whole posture tense.

Adam scoffed. He hadn’t done anything to earn this kind of apprehension – at least not yet.

“I’m going to spank you for not coming when I called you, that’s the first thing I’m going to do,” Adam said, annoyed. “Then I’m going to put on your collar and snout and treat you like a puppy for the rest of the day.”

David still hesitated.

“Good puppies get scratches and belly rubs,” Adam said, his voice low and warning. “Bad puppies get their balls spanked and their holes stuffed with electric plugs that shock their little holes until they scream. Are you going to be a good puppy, David, or a bad one?”

Drawing in a long stuttering breath, David sank to his knees and crawled across the floor into the space between Adam’s legs.

The simple act of submission left Adam feeling proud and full of good will. There would be no electric plugs for David yet.

“Yes, you are a good puppy, aren’t you?” he cooed, rubbing his hands in David’s hair and tugging him in for a messy kiss. “Daddy’s good boy, that’s what you are. Now lift up your head so that daddy can put on your collar.”

David obeyed, and Adam closed the thick leather collar around his neck. It was wider than any real dog collar would ever be, covering most of the boy’s neck and throat, but it was padded and soft and David had no reason to be uncomfortable.

Next, he slipped the gag into David’s mouth and fastened the muzzle over the lower part of his face, strapping it into place and checking the buckles to make sure they weren’t digging too hard into his skin.

“There’s my good boy,” Adam said, clipping the leash into the ring on David’s collar and standing up. He made his voice hard, like he really was delivering a command to a dog. “Heel, boy.”

After a second of confusion at the change in tone, David scampered into position next to Adam. He looked up, eyes wide and uncertain, and Adam rewarded him with a wide smile and an enthusiastic good boy.

David preened, wriggling his ass like he really was a puppy.

“I forgot your tail,” Adam said, remembering the puppy-tail butt-plug he’d bought ages ago for use with one of the Blue Room submissives. He’d ended up not using it, though he couldn’t remember why. “Stay there while I get it.”

David let out a nervous whine and Adam crouched down with a chuckle. “Don’t worry, it’s not going to hurt. It’s just a little plug to give your hungry hole a taste of tonight.”

Kissing David’s cheek, right at the edge where skin met muzzle, Adam rose and went to retrieve the plug.

Lubing it up, the width of the plug smaller than three of his fingers, Adam crouched down behind his cute pup and pushed the plug in with one little shove, making David yelp and jump. He smacked the boy’s ass, rubbing the reddened skin hard.

“There you go, puppy’s got a nice tail to wag for daddy.”

David looked over and studied his new tail. He wiggled his ass, the rubber tail waving back and forth like he really was a happy puppy.

The look he shot Adam was not impressed.

“I have other puppy gear we could use,” Adam warned, crouching down and petting David’s head with both hands. “A full body rubber suit, actually. You’d have to fold your arms and legs up and walk on your knees and elbows, and the tail that comes with it is a real monster, but you’d look fantastic. Is that what you want?”

David shook his head, eyes wide and innocent and more than a little nervous.

“Okay then,” Adam said, kissing his nose and standing up.

He didn’t actually have a suit like that in his apartment, but the gear room at the Blue Room did, and if he was in the mood he could drive over there and borrow it for David.

He probably would, at some point in the future.

Looking down at David, Adam spent a few moments enjoying the sight and letting his cock get hard. His jeans were tight, but he could still see the exact moment David noticed his erection.

There was nothing but want in the boy’s eyes.

“Come on, let’s see how good you are at following commands,” Adam said, giving the leash a little tug. “And then if you’re really good, daddy will give you a nice big bone to chew on.”

Adam chuckled at his own joke, leading David out of the bedroom and down the hall to the living room. It was time to see just how long David could follow pointless commands until he snapped and earned himself a nice, long punishment.

Adam couldn’t wait.

4

David

It didn’t take David long to catch on to the game Adam was playing. There were only so many times he could sit, roll over and play dead in a row before his frustration got the better of him, and it was obvious Adam was pushing him to disobey so that he could punish him.

Finally, David just sat down, crossed his legs, and glared up at his annoying daddy.

And that was another thing. Adam seemed to have decided that daddy was his new thing.

It wasn’t that David didn’t like it – the squirmy feeling of dirty-bad-wrong that filled his belly every time Adam used the word was delicious – but it was starting to get a little much.

“Are you a naughty puppy?” Adam asked, groping his crotch and kneading his bulge as he looked down at David with stern playfulness.

“Mhmhm,” David said, the gag mumbling his voice until it was just noise. It didn’t matter. His tone and volume made it clear how annoyed he was.

“Does my little puppy need a spanking?”

David swallowed around the thick gag, his cock trying to fill the tiny confine of the cage Adam had cruelly locked it in.

He nodded.

“Bad puppy,” Adam growled, reaching down and lifting David up off the floor. He held him in a bear hug and carried him over to the couch, draping him over his lap. “Thinks he can get away with disobeying his daddy.”

David rolled his eyes, though Adam couldn’t see it.

Adam pushed one of David’s legs down between his own, trapping it between his meaty thighs, the size of his bulge letting David know just how much his older lover was enjoying himself. Adam then grabbed his wrists, pulled them behind his back, and locked them together by the cuffs on the mittens, delivering the first smack right afterward with absolutely no warning.

The slap was hard, David crying out a muffled shout, and Adam followed the hit up with another, and then another, and then David realized that his spanking was well underway, and he wasn’t even a little bit prepared.

Fast and brutal, Adam rained blows down on his ass, his meaty hand connecting with the flesh of David’s cheek with resounding force.

It didn’t take David more than thirty seconds to start crying and wriggling to get away, but Adam wasn’t having it.

“Be a good boy and take your spanking,” he demanded, smacking David’s ass even harder.

David tried to obey, his cock pressing so hard against the cage that the pain rivaled his spanking, and before he knew it Adam was gathering him up in his arms and hugging him tight.

“You did so good,” Adam crooned, unbuckling the muzzle from David’s face and stroking the indentation the straps had left on his cheeks. David felt shell-shocked and startled, the spanking having ended as abruptly as it began. “Let daddy turn your ass all red and pretty.”

Adam leaned in and kissed him, not giving David a chance to reply. His tongue was thick and demanding, pushing in and seeming to take up all the space in David’s mouth, all the while his big hands held his head in place so that he couldn’t even think of moving.

When Adam pulled away, David was breathless and panting, his cock so desperate to be hard that he could feel the need all the way up into his spine.

It was agony.

Unclipping his hands from behind his back, Adam unbuckled the cuffs on David’s wrists and pulled the mittens off his hands. Taking David’s left hand in his own, Adam massaged his palm and fingers with a firm grip, his tendons tight and stiff from holding a fist the whole night.

He could feel Adam’s cock beneath him, hard and wanting, and as the older man massaged his fingers all he could think about was how much he wished he were on his knees so that he could take it into his mouth.

Adam’s cock was glorious. Long and girthy, with a wide head and an even wider base, it was the kind of shaft that dreams were made of.

“How are you feeling?” Adam asked, releasing David’s left hand and moving on to his right.

“Good,” David said, surprising himself by how scratchy and rough his voice sounded. When Adam just looked at him, he blinked and thought harder about the answer. “My ass hurts, I really want you to take the cage off my dick, and I kind of want to give you a blowjob.”

Adam’s mouth curved up in a smirk. “Just kind of?”

David shrugged. “Maybe if you take the cage off?” he suggested, hopeful that Adam was feeling benevolent and would let himself be manipulated.

Adam laughed, the sound heartfelt like it was coming from deep inside his stomach. He shook his head. “Nice try, but that isn’t coming off until at least tomorrow.”

David tried not to perk up too much at that. Tomorrow was much, much better than their wedding night.

Who even knew when that would be.

“So do I still get a blowjob?” Adam asked, teasing like they both knew the answer. He lifted his hips, making David bounce slightly on his lap.

“I guess,” David said, his mouth watering as Adam pushed him down to his knees between his legs.

For a moment David just stared at the pronounced bulge in Adam’s jeans. He could clearly make out the shape of his shaft, the crown of his cockhead a solid line in the denim, along with the mound of his balls.

Sliding his hands up Adam’s thighs, hard muscle and denim beneath his fingertips, David leaned in and nuzzled his cheek against the inside of his thigh.

Musky and delicious, the scent of Adam’s crotch was heady and delightful, and David shuddered in anticipation of how intense it would get once he got his nose right into Adam’s balls.

“Dirty boy,” Adam growled, grabbing him by the hair and pushing his face into his bulge. “You like the way daddy smells?”

David shuddered, but he didn’t answer.

Adam smacked his cheek. “Answer me, boy.”

“I love it,” David moaned, breathing in deep and pushing into the bulge. He could feel Adam’s cock against his cheek, warm and stiff through the denim.

“Good boy,” Adam said, reaching down and unbuttoning the top button of his jeans.

From there on, David could do the rest. He took the zipper of Adam’s jeans between his teeth and worked it down, biting at the flap of fabric and tugging it down over the massive cock trapped underneath.

Adam’s cock sprang free like a Jack-in-the-box, hitting his stomach with a hard bounce

“Let me take my shirt off,” Adam mumbled, leaning forward and tugging off his tight tee.

David reached up and licked over the exposed abs, kissing his way across the defined ridges of muscle until he reached the head of Adam’s cock nestled above his belly button.

“Take it in your mouth,” Adam ordered, but David ignored him. He gave the fat head a wet kiss, and then licked his way down so that he could bury his nose in Adam’s neatly trimmed pubic hair, right at the base of his thick cock.

He breathed in, and Adam laughed.

“You’re such a little pig,” he growled, grabbing David by the hair again and holding him in place. “Maybe I should dress you up as a pig, huh? Is that what daddy’s boy wants? To be daddy’s nasty little pig?”

David shook his head, glancing up to show Adam just how not on board he was with that idea. Puppy play was fine – puppies were cute – and though he’d seen cute pigs, he didn’t find the idea of being one even the slightest bit appealing.

“Of course you don’t,” Adam chuckled. “You’re a puppy, aren’t you? Daddy’s good little puppy boy.”

David didn’t answer verbally, but he figured that the way he licked his way up the vein on the underside of Adam’s cock was answer enough.

Once he reached the top of Adam’s cock, he opened his mouth wide and took it into his mouth.

After that it was Adam’s show. He grabbed David by the hair – using both hands – and held him steady while he fucked into his mouth and throat with practiced viciousness.

Adam’s cock filled David’s throat, making him gag and choke until the tears were flowing faster than they had during the spanking.

“You can take it,” Adam growled, pulling David’s head down on his cock, curling his stomach when he was all the way down and holding him in place.

David felt surrounded and claimed. It was like the whole world faded into the background, just him and Adam’s cock in an ocean of calm.

It felt like he was floating.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Adam warned, David didn’t know how much later, as though David was no more than a passive hole for him to fuck. “Swallow it down, baby. Swallow my load.”

David could feel Adam’s cock throb as he came – could hear his grunts and feel the tightening of his fists in his hair – but his cock was too deep to let David taste or actually feel the load in his mouth.

Relaxing his grip on his hair, Adam sank back into the couch with a moan of pleasure. He ruffled David’s hair, hand moving down and thumb hooking in his cheek next to the softening cock still resting on his tongue.

David stayed still, the weight of Adam’s cock in his mouth as impossible to break free from as the iron grip on his hair earlier.

“You like that, huh?” Adam asked, removing his thumb. “Being daddy’s little cockwarmer?”

David didn’t answer, but the words felt right. The floaty feeling from being used was just as strong as when he’d been getting his throat fucked.

“You’re doing such a great job,” Adam said, stroking his hair tenderly. “Make yourself comfortable. You can stay down there as long as you want – daddy isn’t going anywhere.”

David let his head rest against Adam’s inner thigh and closed his eyes, pulling his knees up to his chest and hugging them as he focused on the taste, weight and presence of Adam’s manhood resting on his tongue.

It was heaven.

To be continued…

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