Honor/Obey

Part 8: Pampered Pony

D.J. Heart

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Also by D.J. Heart

1

David

“Morning sleepyhead.”

David blinked, eyes heavy and crusted with sleep as he stared up at Adam. His fiancé stood next to the bed holding two cups of coffee, looking unfairly attractive and awake.

“What time is it?” David asked, mouth feeling like cotton as he pushed up on his elbow and looked out the window. It was full daylight out, the sky a cheery blue dotted with fluffy white clouds. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Adam smiled and sat down on the edge of the mattress, waiting for David to push himself up and sit with his back against the headrest before handing him his coffee. “I tried, but you told me to, and I quote, fuck off and leave me alone.”

David groaned, a hazy sort of recollection of what Adam was talking about making itself known in his mind. Adam might be smiling now, but he’d make him pay for the rudeness later.

He always did.

“Sorry,” David mumbled, taking a sip of coffee. The hot liquid warmed his throat, making him grin into the mug. He glanced up at Adam, suspicious at the happy look on the other man’s face. “So what have you been up to while I was sleeping?”

Adam’s mouth lifted up in a worrisome grin. “I’ve arranged a picnic for us. There’s a spot by the lake down the trail I thought we could visit.”

Whatever David had expected to hear, it was not a picnic.

“What?”

Adam reached out and stroked his hair, rubbing behind his ear and giving the shell a little tug. “Well, you did so well in the walker yesterday, I was thinking you could give pulling a carriage a try.”

David was almost relieved. For a moment he’d been worried that Adam had been taken over by a pod-person, but this made sense.

“A carriage?” he asked, taking another sip of his coffee. “Is that what it sounds like?”

Adam shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee and grinning at him. “Depends on what you think it sounds like.”

“Exhausting,” David deadpanned. “It sounds like it’s going to be exhausting.”

Eyes crinkling at the corners, Adam didn’t answer other than to stand up. “Drink your coffee and go brush your teeth. We’re leaving in half an hour.”

* * *

Forty five minutes later, David was standing in the tack-room, Adam and Blake pawing and groping him as they wrestled his feet back into the awful pony boots and tied his arms behind his back.

“How does it feel?” Adam asked as he fastened the bridle over David’s head, the gag pressed against his lips as he waited for an answer. “Does it pinch anywhere?”

Not sure if Adam was talking about the boots or the bridle, David shook his head no.

“Good boy,” Adam said, and then pushed the bit gag into his mouth. David clamped his teeth down on the firm leather, trying to prevent it from pushing against the corner of his lips, but Adam reached down and yanked on his nipple. The unexpected pain made him scream out, and Adam used the opportunity to push the gag in as far as it would go. He locked it in place and then kissed David’s forehead.

“We could always go with a dildo gag, if you want to challenge him a little,” Blake suggested, walking over to the wall and retrieving a muzzle-like contraption with a fat four inch dildo attached to it.

David shook his head no before he could think better of it, but Adam paid him no mind.

“Not today,” Adam said, patting David on the head. “I think the blinders will be enough of a challenge.”

David didn’t even get to wonder what blinders were before Adam snapped something new onto the straps crisscrossing his face.

At first David thought that Adam was going to blindfold him, panic welling up inside of him at the idea of not being able to see or talk again, but then he realized that the new addition to his gear didn’t cover his eyes. It just blocked his peripheral vision. Left and right, with the blinders clipped in place, all David could see was black leather. The only way left to look was straight ahead.

David was glad he wasn’t claustrophobic.

With the blinders in place, David didn’t see Blake coming up next to him until the scary man’s hands were on him, big and callused, buckling a new harness around his chest and shoulders. The harness was thick and sturdy, but very soft. Pulling the buckle tight, Blake pushed a finger under each strap to make sure there was no give before slapping him on the ass and stepping away.

“You want the walking plug?” Blake asked, heading over to the collection of butt-plugs and dildos, picking up a slim little plug that was far too innocuous to be anything but horrible.

“Good idea,” Adam said, clipping the reins to David’s bridle and giving them a little tug. He bent down and kissed David’s cheek. “You’ll like this one. It vibrates.”

Blake lubed up the plug and shoved it into his ass, the slim length sliding in with no problem.

“All right, you need help hitching him to the carriage?” Blake asked, smacking David’s ass right next to the base of the plug.

“I think I’ll manage,” Adam said, curling the reins around his fist and giving them a little tug so that David was forced to walk toward him. “We’ll see you later.”

“Have fun,” Blake said, heading into the stable and closing the door after him. David watched him go, turning his neck to keep him in his line of sight, before swiveling his head back so that he could see where Adam was leading him.

They walked outside, Adam looking tall and lordly in his shiny black boots, tight breeches and leather coat, David managing to follow behind somewhat gracefully in his horrible boots.

The carriage was parked right outside and David was relieved to see that it was nothing like the Cinderella fairytale monstrosity he’d imagined. It was small, just big enough for one person, reminding David of a chariot – but instead of a platform to stand on it had a seat.

“Come on, let’s get you hitched,” Adam said, his voice dipping into a pleased rumble. He pulled David into place in front of the carriage, lifting up the wooden shaft and maneuvering David into position so that he could fasten the shaft to either side of David’s harness.

As soon as Adam let go, David could feel the unfamiliar weight of the carriage pulling down on his shoulders. It was heavier than it looked, and David wasn’t even pulling it yet.

Adam checked his harness again, repeating Blake’s earlier actions and sticking his finger down past the leather straps to check how tight they were. When he was satisfied he stepped back, taking a pair of leather gloves out of his pocket and putting them on, smoothing the soft leather down over his big hands.

Watching Adam make a big show of putting on the gloves, David was reminded of all the times Adam had put on similar gloves right before putting him over his knee and spanking him. He could practically feel the soft leather slapping down on his ass, Adam’s arm strong and unmerciful, his cock rubbing against Adam’s meaty thigh with each smack.

The memory had David’s cock hard and weeping, his balls pulling tight up against the base of his cock. Adam smirked, reaching down and wrapping his big hand around David’s cock, giving the hard tube of flesh a gentle and totally unsatisfying squeeze before stepping away.

“You’re looking a little cold,” Adam said, stroking both of David’s upper arms with brusque strokes, like he was trying to warm him. “Let’s get started – get your blood flowing and you’ll forget all about the cold.”

David swallowed around the gag, wishing Adam would touch his cock again. It was cold, but he hadn’t started to really shiver yet, and he’d rather spend more time with Adam touching his cock than whatever humiliating endeavor Adam had planned for him.

Adam grabbed the reins and draped them back over David’s shoulders, taking a seat in the carriage behind him. His hold on the reins tightened, and David almost took a reflexive step back.

It felt weird. David had only ever walked with the reins in front of his face, pulled either by Adam or the horrible horse walker, but at least then he could see the thing or person pulling him. This was different. He could feel Adam behind him, holding onto the reins, every twitch of Adam’s hands giving birth to little vibrations and miniscule tugs that tickled the sensitive nerves of his face.

“Walk on,” Adam said, giving the reins a flick. David couldn’t see him, but he could hear the grin in Adam’s voice.

David lifted his leg and leaned forward, trying to find his balance with the additional weight of the carriage attached to his harness.

Contrary to what he’d expected, the carriage actually made it easier to maintain his sense of balance. It would have been even better if he could use his hands, but David knew that the chances of that happening were less than Adam volunteering to take Hector’s place in Rex’s stable.

David could feel the carriage moving, the shaft tugging at his harness, and slowly but surely he started to pull it forward.

“Walk properly,” Adam chided, smacking something down on the side of David’s shoulder. David tried to turn his head to see what Adam had hit him with, but the blinders made it impossible to get a good view.

“Legs up!” Adam barked, sounding all too happy to have David hitched to a carriage like some beast of burden. “Don’t forget what you learned yesterday, David.”

David groaned, lifting his knees up high with each step in a mockery of a trot. He couldn’t believe that Adam was actually making him do the horrible walk.

He should have known.

“That’s my pretty pony,” Adam crooned, stroking David’s shoulder with what David suspected was a riding crop. He could feel the flap of leather, deceptively soft as it tickled his skin, moving up and down over his bicep in a tender stroking motion.

David sighed. They were on the path leading up to the guesthouse, the gravel rough but even beneath his feet, the trees on either side blocked from view. Pulling the cart, easier now that he’d gotten it moving, David felt like he was in a tunnel with the opening ahead but never getting closer.

Hands on the reins loose and released, Adam seemed content to let David pull him up toward the house. When David started to veer up toward the entrance, away from the path, Adam gave the right rein a tug, stopping him.

“Keep straight,” he instructed, relaxing the reins and letting David pull the carriage past the house.

It was a cold morning, the air crisp and refreshing, though within fifteen minutes of pulling the carriage David was sweating.

“Knees up,” Adam chided, lazy and lounging behind him as he slapped the crop down on his shoulder.

Biting down on the gag, thighs burning with effort, David obeyed.

Almost an hour later David was panting, his back sore from a constant barrage of sharp hits with the crop, his legs trembling with exhaustion. The road ahead was a blur, the path through the woods nothing but unchanging trees cut through with gravel, and David was starting to feel more and more like the unthinking pony Adam was making him mimic.

It was the same feeling David had felt the day before while stuck to the walker, though not quite as intense. Adam had called it subspace, but David wasn’t so sure. He knew what subspace felt like – the buildup and rush crashing into a weightless floaty feeling that was better than any high – and this was nothing like that.

Subspace usually felt like falling off a cliff – an acceleration leading to endorphins and pleasure – but this was slow and steady – a grinding march of aching muscles and dehumanizing effort.

Not to mention the small plug in his ass. Not big enough to really make him feel full, it nonetheless pressed against his prostate as he walked, a constant low level stimulation that had him half hard and leaking a trail of pre-cum onto the path.

“Here we are,” Adam said, interrupting David’s musings and tugging him left before pulling on the reins and bringing him to a full stop. Staring blankly ahead, David was surprised to see water. A small lake lay ahead, with a banking slope of grass and rocks, the blue sky reflected off the surface like they were in a painting.

It was gorgeous.

“Let’s get you fed and watered,” Adam said, jumping off the carriage and stretching his legs. David, legs burning and breaths still coming in strained pants, watched him stretch and arch his back like an asshole. He unhitched David from the carriage, leading him over to a tree and tying the reins to a low hanging branch.

David watched, incredulous and tethered to the tree, as Adam walked back to the carriage and pulled a basket from under the seat. Adam put the basket on the ground and rummaged around, pulling out a bottle that had David rearing back and shaking his head.

There was no way in hell he was doing that again.

“It’s just a nutritional shake,” Adam said, laughing at his expression and walking back to him. He unclipped the gag and let it fall to the side down David’s chin, stroking his lower lip. “No piss, I promise.”

David held still, the feeling of Adam’s gloved thumb caressing his mouth making him hard. Parting his lips he let the digit slip inside, stroking over his teeth as he gently lapped it with his tongue.

The taste of leather bloomed in his mouth, Adam pressing deeper before abruptly withdrawing. “Good boy,” he said, voice dark with arousal, his hand moving down to knead the thick bulge in his breeches.

They stared at each other, the air charged, David’s breaths coming slower and slower until he was breathing normally. He was still slick with sweat, the leather straps of his bridle and harness slippery and uncomfortable against his skin, and now that he wasn’t moving the moisture was doing an all too good job of cooling him down.

He was freezing.

“You’re cold,” Adam said, stating the obvious and stroking David’s damp hair. “Hold on, I’ve got a blanket for you.”

David watched as Adam put the bottle down and walked back to the carriage – breeches clinging indecently to his muscular legs, tall boots making him wish he was on his knees and licking – coming back with a large woolen blanket.

“Here we go,” Adam said, wrapping the blanket over David’s shoulders and tying it closed like a cape. Thicker than it looked and horribly scratchy, the blanket did its job and warmed him up.

“It’s itchy,” he complained, leaning back against the tree to take some weight off his aching legs. He tried sliding down so that he could sit, but Adam’s booted foot moved between his legs and lifted up, stopping him.

“You can stand,” Adam said, shifting forward and sliding his knee up between David’s legs, using it to push him back up on his toes. He leaned in and kissed him, tongue pushing past his lips with an aggressive thrust, licking over his teeth and into his mouth like he wanted to devour him. When he pulled back he was smirking and David was once again panting breathlessly.

“Hungry?” Adam asked, lowering his knee from between David’s thighs but keeping him pinned to the tree with the weight of his body. Lips still tingling from the kiss, David nodded.

Now that Adam mentioned it he was starving.

“Let’s get some food in you,” Adam said, pulling back and crouching down to pick up the bottle. While he was down on his haunches he ran his hand up the side of David’s boot, the touch firm and making David lean into it.

Standing, Adam pressed the rubber nipple to David’s mouth and tilted the bottle up, a chalky mixture seeping out onto David’s tongue.

It tasted like imitation vanilla, artificial and overly sweet, but it filled David’s belly and stilled the gnawing hunger.

“You like daddy’s milk?” Adam asked, splaying the hand not holding the bottle over David’s throat. He squeezed down on either side of David’s neck, pressing down and making David feel lightheaded. He wasn’t restricting his breathing at all – other than a slight pressure against his Adam’s apple – but all the same David started seeing stars within just a few seconds.

Letting go, Adam moved the hand to the back of David’s head, cradling it in his broad palm and massaging his scalp with tender little scratches.

David stared at him suspiciously, wondering if the term daddy’s milk was referring to any special ingredients. Seeing his suspicious frown, Adam grinned and pressed the bottle firmer against David’s mouth.

“And Brick’s milk, and Spike, Hector and Diablo’s – they each made a big donation for your hungry belly.”

David didn’t know if it was his imagination, but the taste of come filled his mouth like a bubble had burst. Salty and slick, he could practically feel it coating his tongue.

“When you get back to the stable you should thank Spike and Diablo. Brick wasn’t very nice when he milked them.”

David closed his eyes, his lower gut clenching and making his balls pull up at the mental image. He could picture it, Brick in his leather-clad body, huge and menacing, rapidly jerking off Spike and Diablo, bringing them to orgasm and then milking them past the point of pleasure until they were writhing and grunting to get away.

“Slut,” Adam said, fond and tilting the bottle higher.

Eyes still closed, David drank, swallowing the contents of the bottle in a series of gulps, Adam never letting up, until he felt like he was drowning.

Adam lowered the now empty bottle from David’s mouth, wiping the thick rubber nipple on his cheek and letting it drop to the ground before leaning in, once again pinning David to the tree as he kissed him.

Adam licked into his mouth, tasting him, David’s rock hard cock pinned against the hard length of his hip. He could feel Adam’s bulge against his lower stomach, the hard length throbbing, Adam grinding into him as he deepened the kiss.

Pulling back, Adam took David’s jaw in his massive hand and squeezed, forcing David’s mouth open and spitting into it.

David just stood there, Adam a warm weight on his front, the tree rough and hard against his back, his jaw held tight and a wad of spit resting on his tongue.

“Swallow,” Adam ordered, growling and stern and making David’s cock jump.

David obeyed, lifting his tongue and swallowing noisily. Adam grinned, keeping his hold on his jaw in place as he leaned in for another kiss.

“Having fun?” he asked when he pulled away, smirking and self satisfied.

David nodded, Adam’s grip on his face making his jaw start to hurt.

“Good. Me too.”

Adam released David’s face and put the gag back in his mouth, kissing him over it, and then… left.

David stared after his fiancé, confused and wondering what he was doing, as Adam walked over to the basket and pulled out another blanket. He took the blanket and basket down toward the lake, draping the blanket down on the ground and sitting down, placing the basket between his spread legs and opening it.

Flabbergasted, David watched as Adam withdrew several containers of food, a glass and a bottle of wine and started eating. He was facing the water, enjoying the view, completely ignoring David where he stood tethered to the tree behind him.

David couldn’t decide if he was fuming or turned on, but either way he was incredibly frustrated. He was about to call out – to demand Adam’s attention – when Adam reached into the basket and withdrew a book.

Flipping the book open, Adam started to read.

“Ah-am!” David cried, suddenly furious.

Adam ignored him, and David repeated the cry, stamping his foot this time.

There was no sign that Adam heard him. He flipped the page of his book and took a sip of his wine, looking for all the world like he was enjoying his solitary picnic for one.

David didn’t give up. He stomped his foot and made as much noise as he could, but after a solid five minutes it became clear that Adam wasn’t going to respond.

Fuming and sexually frustrated, David decided that if Adam was going to ignore him, then he would do the same. He turned around, leaning his chest against the tree and shifted his body so that the blanket draped over his cock. He then pressed himself against the trunk and started humping it.

The blanket was scratchy and uncomfortable, but it was better than bark, and pretty soon David was shooting his load. His whole body shuddered, ass clenching down on the much too small plug in his ass, thick spurts of come shooting out and making a mess of the inside of the blanket.

The scratchy wool felt horrible against the sensitive head of his cock, but David couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting against it.

Peering over his shoulder, David was half expecting to find Adam standing there with his crop at the ready to punish him. The idea made him clench down on the plug, anticipation building, but when he looked to Adam he was exactly where he’d been before, sitting on the blanket, completely absorbed in his book.

Feeling defiant, David turned around and glared at Adam as he slid down the length of the trunk. He’d only just planted his ass on the cold ground when Adam reached into his pocket – still without turning around – and the plug in David’s ass came to life.

With a shout of surprise, David jerked up with shock. He couldn’t believe how much the tiny plug could vibrate. It pummeled his prostate, buzzing harsh and loud, stimulating his insides and making him cry out for mercy.

He was too sensitive for this. Even if he hadn’t just shot his load this level of vibration would have been too much.

“Ah-am!” David screeched, writhing on the ground and trying to push the plug out. He turned over on his side, kicking his legs and trying to push his bound arms down toward the plug, but nothing happened.

The plug might be smaller than David was used to, but it was big enough that he couldn’t push it out without help.

Trying to crawl toward his evil fiancé, David was abruptly stopped by the reins connecting him to the tree. In his tortured pleasure he’d completely forgotten that he was tied up and put away like a fucking horse.

“Ah-am!” David cried again, the horrible little plug pressed right against his abused prostate. “Ah-am!”

Adam didn’t answer, though David was sure he had his full attention.

Taking a sip of his wine, Adam stared out at the lake, and even though David could only see the back of his head he was sure the older man was smirking.

Even though he’d just come, the stimulation from the plug was making David’s cock hard again. Clenching and unclenching his ass, David could feel himself careening toward another orgasm – and not the fun kind.

Any hope David might have had that Adam would take mercy on him disappeared when he shot his load for the second time in just a few minutes, and Adam reached into his pocket and somehow turned the plug’s vibrations to an even higher setting.

David wailed, his mind going blank as he lay on the hard forest floor and simply endured the terrible vibrations. The blanket was somewhere next to him, dislodged in his effort to expel the plug, and he’d somehow managed to get wrapped up in his reins.

Adam left him like that, seemingly for an eternity. When the vibrations finally slowed, David caught his breath and looked up to find Adam staring down at him with a downright lecherous expression.

“You like your new plug?” Adam asked, crouching down and giving the base of the plug a cruel tap.

David glared at him with watery eyes, though his expression turned begging when Adam reached into his pocket and retrieved a small remote, holding it up in threat.

“There are five levels, baby, and we’ve only gone up to three.”

David wasn’t sure he believed him. There was no way that what he’d just endured was only a three on a scale of one to five.

It just wasn’t possible.

“Come on, get on your knees and lean against me,” Adam said, standing up and spreading his legs shoulder width apart. He pulled the riding crop out of his boot and tapped his right leg. “Right here, straddle my boot.”

On his knees, David scooted forward until he was pressed up against Adam’s leg, knees on either side of the shiny black boot, Adam’s bulging crotch just inches away from his face.

Unable to help himself, David lowered his face and pressed his cheek against Adam’s bulge, feeling the hard length of his cock against his face and breathing in the manly smell.

“Greedy pig,” Adam said, pushing him away. “Push your knees further apart.”

David obeyed, splaying his legs wider and wider until his inner thighs ached from the strain. With his legs spread so wide, David had no choice but to lean forward and let Adam take his weight.

“Good boy,” Adam said, fisting his gloved hand in David’s hair and using the hold to keep David’s face pressed against his hip.

Eyes open, David stared at the outline of Adam’s cock as it bulged against the tight breeches.

“Hump my boot, baby.”

David closed his eyes, the over-sensitized head of his cock already tender just from laying pressed against the top of Adam’s riding boot. He couldn’t even imagine how awful it would be to start rubbing it against the smooth leather.

“Come on, baby. I want to see you come on my boot.”

Adam dragged David’s face toward his bulge, pressing his nose into the base of his shaft over his balls and holding them there.

“Baby,” Adam warned, his voice deep and sending vibrations down David’s spine.

David didn’t move. He couldn’t.

“All right,” Adam sighed, and before David could protest he pressed down on the remote and the plug in David’s ass proved that yes, it could in fact vibrate harder than the third level.

David keened, high and primal, his whole body bucking against Adam’s hold. He fought, yanking at his arms and trying to close his legs, but Adam was bigger and stronger than him, and David was tied up and no matter how he struggled he couldn’t break Adam’s hold.

“Come on, baby, hump my boot like the slutty little pony-boy I know you are!” Adam barked, the hand fisted in David’s hair tugging harshly on his scalp. When David tried to close his legs and unstraddle Adam’s boot, Adam kicked his knees back apart and lifted his foot to rub David’s cock against it.

“You want level five?” Adam asked, forcing David to stop fighting. He couldn’t handle more than this.

“I didn’t think so, now start humping!”

David obeyed. Hips moving with no rhythm, the plug in his ass pushing him closer and closer to a third tortuous orgasm, David buried his face in Adam’s crotch and wondered how it was possible to be so happy and so miserable at the same time.

His third orgasm in less than half an hour was a pitiful affair, just a dribble of come splattering against the black leather wrapped around Adam’s muscular leg, but it felt like an explosion was going off inside of him. The plug never stopped, making him think he was going to go insane, and his poor cock felt like it had been jerked off with sandpaper.

“Good boy,” Adam praised, pushing him away. “Now lick up your mess and I’ll turn off the vibrations.”

Slumped on the ground, David pushed himself up on his elbows and started lapping up his mess from Adam’s boot. There was no strategy behind it, and he probably licked more than he had to, dragging his tongue over Adam’s boot with desperate licks and kisses until finally Adam took mercy on him and turned off the plug.

David slumped to the ground, panting, feeling like he’d just run a marathon.

“Are you tired?” Adam asked, not a shred of sympathy in his voice as he crouched down and stroked David’s hair out of his eyes.

“You’re so mean,” David panted, instantly regretting the words when Adam lifted the remote back out of his pocket and moved his thumb over the button. Bracing himself, David closed his eyes and tried to prepare himself, but…

Nothing happened.

“I’m just kidding,” Adam said with a chuckle, putting the evil remote back into his pocket. He stood up and poked David’s side with the tip of his boot. “Though I do like this look on you. I’ll have to use vibrating toys more often.”

David groaned, flopping down to the ground and resting his cheek in the dirt next to Adam’s feet. He had no intention of moving a muscle until Adam forced him to.

He didn’t have to wait long.

“All right, up you go, you lazy pony,” Adam said, reaching down and grabbing him by his upper arm and tugging him to his feet.

Exhausted, it took David a few seconds to regain his sense of balance now that he was back on his tippy-toes.

“You’ve got it,” Adam soothed, a steadying hand on each of David’s biceps. He stroked the tense muscles, big hand squeezing down with appreciation.

David glared. His arms were starting to hurt from being folded behind his back for so long – shoulders aching – and Adam’s casual groping was just reminding him of how much he wanted to move his arms.

Sliding his hands from David’s arms to his chest, Adam gave his nipples a vicious little tweak before moving away and untying him from the tree. He led David back to the carriage and attached him to the shaft, packed up and put away the picnic, and then took the reins and sat down.

“Walk, pony,” Adam commanded, lazy and indulgent and sounding like he knew exactly how tired David was.

David lifted his right leg and leaned forward, but just as he started putting it down the plug in his ass whirred back to life.

“Nh-oh!” David whined, coming to a stop.

“You know how to walk, baby. Don’t make me turn it up. Now lift your knees up properly and walk!”

David closed his eyes. He knew how this was going to go. Adam would find every excuse he could – real and imagined – to up the vibrations, and by the time they got back David’s prostate would be left feeling like it had gone three rounds in the ring with a boxing champion.

Lifting his leg, the plug still buzzing in his ass, David started the walk back. His suspicions about Adam’s intentions were proven correct after just ten minutes when Adam turned up the plug with no warning.

“Show some enthusiasm, pony-boy,” Adam said, laughing and flicking David’s ass with his crop. “Put some spring in your step!”

David tried, ignoring the way his spent and sore cock once again chubbed up due to the stimulation in his ass, but no matter what he did Adam kept finding excuses to turn the vibrations up. He wasn’t walking fast enough, he wasn’t lifting his knees, and then finally, he wasn’t being an enthusiastic pony.

Level five was even worse than David had expected, and he didn’t know how he managed to stay on his feet after Adam turned it on.

“And stop,” Adam said, pulling gently on the reins to halt David’s forward movement. Blinking, it wasn’t until David turned his neck and saw that they were back at the stable that David realized they were finished walking.

Dismounting his seat, Adam turned off the plug and unhitched David from the carriage. He wrapped the reins around his fist, hand just inches from David’s mouth, and led him back into the tack-room.

“Had a nice ride?” Archie greeted them, looking at David’s worn out figure with an evil grin. He was by the wall next to the whips and floggers, coiling up a long single-tail whip.

“Very,” Adam said, smacking David’s ass and dropping the reins. “David here was a very good pony-boy.”

David’s belly tingled with a warm, pleased sensation, Adam’s casual praise making him feel unreasonably proud.

“Good for him,” Archie said, hanging the coiled up whip on the wall and crossing his arms. “You want me to take it from here, or are you grooming him yourself?”

“I’ll do it,” Adam said, taking off his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. His gloves were still on, and David didn’t know if he’d ever seen anything hotter than Adam in rolled up shirtsleeves and leather gloves. His forearms were strong and lightly dusted with hair, and the black gloves made his hands look huge.

“I like to pamper him,” Adam explained, putting his hand on David’s shoulder and pulling him in under his arm. David leaned into the touch, pressing his nose into the crook of Adam’s armpit, the familiar scent of Adam’s deodorant and natural odor mixing into something heady and delicious.

He would have pushed his face all the way into Adam’s armpit, but the blinders on his eyes pressed back uncomfortably when he tried to do so.

“All right,” Archie said with a shrug, grabbing a flogger from the wall. “I’ll be outside training Oliver on the walker if you need me.”

David turned his head and watched Archie go, feeling sorry for Oliver. The boy might enjoy getting brutally fucked, but David couldn’t imagine that anyone could enjoy the horse walker – even someone as fucked up as Oliver.

Archie gone, Adam lifted his arm off David’s shoulders and took a step back. David was about to complain when Adam crouched down and started unlacing his left boot.

Looking up at him, expression like he knew exactly the whine of complaint David had just bitten back, grinned up at him.

“You’ve been a good boy, baby. Now it’s time for your reward.”

Swallowing, belly clenched and heart beating fast with excitement, David couldn’t wait to see what Adam had in mind.

2

Adam

Adam unlaced David’s boots one by one, taking his time, his gloved hands making the task slightly more difficult than it had to be, before grabbing David under the arms and lifting him over to the bench by the wall and sitting him down on top of it.

Startled at being picked up, staring at Adam with that needy look of hunger he got whenever Adam manhandled him, David looked adorably sexy as he sat there staring at him.

“Mh-hm,” David prompted, pushing his foot out and shaking it. Adam grinned, crouching down and grabbing the boot by the ankle and tugging it off.

David let out a sigh of relief once the boot was off, poking out his other foot so that Adam could finish the job.

“Better?” Adam asked, rising up and placing his hands on David’s thighs. He loved the way his meaty fists looked against David’s skin, the leather black and shiny, clutching David’s muscular quads possessively.

“Mh-mh,” David agreed, wriggling his toes and arching his feet happily.

“Good,” Adam said, sliding his hands back and forth over David’s thighs. “Now lean forward so that I can untie your arms.”

David didn’t hesitate, leaning into Adam’s body and letting him wrap his arms around his back to unbuckle the cuffs keeping his arms folded behind his back. While he was at it, Adam unbuckled the harness as well, throwing them to the floor next to the boots before moving on to David’s bit and bridle.

Working his mouth and rubbing his jaw, David seemed content to simply sit on the bench while Adam hovered over him, but that was not at all what Adam had in mind.

David had experienced some of the uncomfortable aspects of being a pony, and now it was time to show him the upside.

“Come on, up you go,” Adam said, leaning his head and grabbing David around his waist, hoisting him up over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “You need a bath.”

Hand wrapped firmly around David’s waist, keeping him in place over his shoulder, Adam left the tack-room and made his way out into the stable and into the bathroom.

The bath was ready, just like he’d asked it to be, water cloudy with scented soap and steaming with heat. Next to the bathtub a massage table had been set up, with a little table next to it containing a basket of all the things Adam had asked Archie to arrange for him.

“Here we go,” Adam said, sliding David down to his feet. He kept his hands on David’s shoulders, holding him close as he looked around the room.

“What is this?” David asked, staring at the massage table. He turned to Adam with a curious little frown.

“It’s your reward,” Adam explained, leaning down and placing a hungry kiss on his lips. “For being so good for me. A nice bath followed by a relaxing massage, and then dinner.”

David blinked up at him like he couldn’t believe it, a slow smile forming on his face.

“Really?”

Adam licked his lip and reached out to cup David’s chin in his hand. “What, you thought the farm was all pain and suffering?”

David shrugged. “Kind of, yes.”

“Well, it isn’t. You were good, so you get to feel good. That’s how it works.”

Adam wasn’t even lying. Brick was an excellent masseuse, his big hands perfect for kneading the knots out of sore muscles, and Adam knew for a fact that Spike could be made to do practically anything if promised a session on Brick’s table.

That Brick ended most of his massages with a deep and thorough fucking didn’t need to be said.

“That’s nice,” David said, looking at the water with longing.

Testing the temperature, Adam deemed it to be perfect and gestured for David to step inside.

“You’re not joining me?” David asked, stepping into the huge clawfoot tub and sinking down slowly.

“Of course I am,” Adam said, stepping back and unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it off, leaving him in just his gloves, boots and breeches – a look he knew David would appreciate.

David’s open-mouthed stare didn’t disappoint, and Adam grinned at the look of regret that flashed on his greedy lover’s face as he tugged off the gloves.

“How’s the water?” Adam asked, kicking off his boots one by one before taking off his breeches.

He stepped close to the tub, gesturing for David to move forward so that he could sit behind him.

“Good,” David said, voice cracking as Adam slid into place behind him, his rock hard cock coming to rest against the small of his back.

“Hot,” Adam commented, wrapping his arms around David’s waist and pulling him back so that he was leaning against his chest.

Sliding his hands up David’s chest, taking his time and feeling along each of his ripped abs, Adam found David’s nipples and gave them a gentle tweak.

He could feel David shudder in pleasure, a ripple down his chest that made him grin.

“You like that?” he said, voice low as he pressed his lips against David’s ear. He started tugging David’s sensitive nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index finger as his remaining digits rested carefully on the swell of David’s pecs.

“Feels nice,” David said, arching his back when Adam gave his nipples a pinch.

“That too?” Adam asked, getting a breathy moan in response. “Good.”

Adam continued working David’s nipples, stopping when David’s whines started to sound a little frustrated. He then reached out to the shelf next to the tub and grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap, dipping the washcloth in the water and rubbing the soap into it.

“Just relax,” he said, placing the soapy washcloth against the side of David’s neck and gently stroking it down his shoulder and back up. David sighed, leaning his head back on Adam’s shoulder, enjoying himself as Adam slowly moved the washcloth over his body, cleaning him one gentle stroke at a time.

Sliding the wet cloth down the side of David’s thigh, moving up over his balls and wrapping around his cock, Adam gentled his touch when David let out a hiss of displeasure.

His cock was obviously still sensitive.

“Feel okay?” Adam asked, his voice low and rumbling as he carefully moved the washcloth over David’s cock.

“Ah-ah,” David mumbled, spreading his legs a little and turning his face so that his cheek came to rest against Adam’s. “Feels nice.”

Adam grinned, moving the washcloth lower, stroking over David’s taint and back toward his hole.

Dropping the washcloth he found the base of the plug still lodged in his ass and gave it a little tap.

“Oh fuck,” David groaned, making Adam grin. He would have kept playing with it, but this was David’s reward-time and it wouldn’t do to be mean.

“Sorry about that, I forgot to take it out before putting you in the tub,” Adam explained, leaving the plug alone and picking up the washcloth again. He cleaned David’s ass, putting the washcloth on the edge of the tub before grabbing a new one.

“Okay, move up,” Adam said, pushing David away from his chest and standing up behind him. He stepped over David and moved to the other end of the tub, cock sticking right up and loose balls swinging in their sack, taking a seat across from David.

Grabbing a new washcloth, Adam soaped it up and got to work cleaning David’s legs.

* * *

An hour later, David was spiffy clean and practically asleep. Adam rose up and stepped out of the tub, leaving David where he was as he dried off and put on some briefs.

“Bath time’s over,” Adam said, leaning down and once more grabbing David under the arms and pulling him to his feet.

David reached out and steadied himself on the edge of the tub, standing still while Adam took the shower attachment and rinsed the soap off his body.

“What now?” David asked, looking a little more awake than he had twenty seconds ago.

“Now you get a massage,” Adam said, taking his arm and helping him over the edge of the tub. He grabbed a towel and dried him off with tender care, unable to help himself from leaning in and capturing his mouth in a long and drawn out kiss that ended with both of them gasping for air.

“So do I just get on the table?” David asked, licking his lips and looking sexy as fuck.

“On the table,” Adam agreed, taking a step back and gesturing for David to get in place.

“And this isn’t some kind of trick, right?” David asked as he lay down, looking over his shoulder with a measure of suspicion. “Like you’re not going to strap me down and give me an enema or something, right?”

“I promise I’m not,” Adam said, wanting to be insulted but knowing he had absolutely no right to be. It was, after all, exactly the kind of thing he would do. “Just a massage.”

“Okay,” David said, a little dubious but putting his face into the hole and relaxing his arms by his side.

Moving around the bench, Adam reached into the basket on the table and pulled out the massage oil. Pouring some into his hand, Adam gave it a sniff. It had a faintly woodsy scent, but nothing overpowering or chemical, and so Adam poured more into his palm and rubbed his hands together.

He had absolutely no idea how to give a massage.

It couldn’t be that hard, Adam mused to himself, putting his hands on David’s shoulders and squeezing. Working his thumbs into David’s shoulder blades, Adam worked his way down his lover’s back, occasionally sliding his palms up and down or to the side, doing whatever came naturally.

Remembering the last time he’d had a massage himself, Adam slid his hands down David’s arm, taking his hand in his and working each finger between his own, pressing down into David’s palm and trying to replicate what he remembered the masseuse doing to him.

Whether it was right or not Adam didn’t know, but David moaned in pleasure, and that was good enough for him.

Repeating the successful move on David’s other arm, Adam then moved on and repeated the trick with his legs, taking his feet one by one and working them firmly with his hands.

“Okay?” Adam asked, sliding his hands up David’s legs, squeezing his way up his thigh until he reached his butt.

“Oh my god, yes,” David moaned, spreading his legs a little.

That was all the invitation Adam needed. Framing David’s ass with his hands, he moved his thumbs in circles, working them into David’s crack, each time getting closer and closer to his hole where the base of the plug lay nestled like some kind of prize.

Pulling David’s ass apart with his thumbs, Adam leaned down and grabbed the base of the plug with his teeth, pulling it out and spitting it to the floor. Keeping David’s ass open, he bent down and put his mouth to the tight opening, licking up his crack and over his hole.

David bucked, a shudder passing down his spine like an electric jolt, but Adam’s firm grip on his ass kept him in place.

“Love your ass,” Adam mumbled, licking over the tight rim and pushing inside. “So fucking sexy.”

David moaned, arching his back and pressing up into Adam’s mouth.

Adam continued eating David out for a good ten minutes, working the tight hole until David was writhing and panting, the boy’s previously spent cock hard and leaking where it lay trapped between the table and his belly.

“No touching,” Adam chided when David pushed his hand under his body to wrap around his cock.

Whimpering, David obeyed, spreading his legs wider and arching up even harder into Adam’s tongue. His balls lay nestled between his thighs, right under his taint, and every time Adam licked down his crack he could feel them against the bottom of his chin.

Face buried in David’s ass, Adam squeezed the cheeks of David’s ass, kneading the firm muscle in his hands while opening David up for his tongue.

Lifting his face, staring down at the wet opening winking back at him, Adam pushed his thumbs in toward David’s hole and rubbed over the rim. Pushing one thumb inside, testing how tight it was, he twisted his thumb and tugged gently on David’s rim.

“Tight,” he grunted, removing his thumb and sliding his hands up on either side of David’s spine, ending with a firm grip on his shoulders. Digging the tips of his fingers into the skin over David’s collarbone, he moved his thumbs in small circles over the base of David’s neck, pressing along the tendons there.

David slumped back down to the table, his previously arched back flattening, breathing deep and slow as he enjoyed Adam’s ministrations.

Reaching into the basket next to him, Adam rummaged around and withdrew a long string of shiny red rubber anal beads. The first bead was about the size of a golf ball, each bead on the rubber string getting larger and larger until the fifth bead that was about the size of an apple.

Draping the beads over David’s spine, Adam grabbed the oil and drizzled it over the rubber toy. David lifted his head to see what Adam had put on his back, but Adam pressed his head right back into the hole.

“Just relax,” Adam instructed, hand staying on the back of David’s head for a few seconds to make sure he didn’t try to get back up. Satisfied that David was staying put, Adam placed his palm down on the largest bead and rolled it back and forth over David’s back, coating it in oil.

“I’m going to make you feel good,” Adam rumbled, his lower belly tight with arousal, cock hard and dripping inside his briefs. “Trust me.”

“I do,” David mumbled, breath hitching when Adam took the smallest bead and slid it down into his crack, pressing it down until it was resting over his hole.

“Good,” Adam purred, pushing the bead into David’s ass.

With a gasp of pleasure, David arched his back, his hole opening up for the rubber ball and swallowing it greedily. Taking the second ball, Adam pushed it toward David’s hole, feeding the rubber string connecting the first bead past his rim and pushing it in deeper, stopping when he had the ball right at David’s opening.

“Relax,” Adam said, applying pressure and watching with rapt attention as David’s anal ring slowly stretched to accommodate the slightly larger ball. Once it was halfway in, David’s rim stretched tight around the widest part, Adam kept it there for a second before allowing David’s ass to suck it inside.

“Good boy,” Adam said, leaning down and kissing the base of David’s spine. Lips never leaving contact with David’s skin, Adam mouthed his way up the length of David’s back, leaning over him and lifting his leg up on the table so that he could partially drape himself over his blissed out lover.

“You like this?” Adam asked, pressing his chest down on David’s back, lifting the leg still on the ground up on the table and placing his knees on either side of David’s legs.

“Ah-ah,” David moaned, pushing his ass up to meet Adam’s bulge. “Very much.”

“Good.” Adam places a wet kiss on David’s neck before sitting up, straddling David’s thighs and looking down at his ass. David had three beads left, and Adam had every intention of getting at least the next two inside of him.

The final bead was a bit large, and Adam wasn’t going to force it if David’s ass wouldn’t open up naturally. While Adam loved pushing David’s hole to the very limit of what he could take, this wasn’t the time for that kind of fun.

This was only about feeling good.

“Think you can take one more?” Adam asked, feeding the string of the anal beads into David’s ass until the third bead was pressed snug against his hole. It was about the size of a nectarine, red and shiny with oil, and right at the edge of what David could take with the little amount of prep Adam had given him.

“Yes,” David said, pushing his ass up and reaching his hands back to feel along the top of Adam’s thighs.

The gentle brush of David’s fingers against his thighs, just a careful slide of fingers, made Adam’s gut clench and his cock ache with need.

“Love you, baby,” Adam said, pushing the third ball against David’s hole until it opened up and swallowed it hole.

Grunting, David’s fists clenched as the widest part of the ball passed his rim, his hole sucking it in fast once it was through.

“Feel nice?” Adam asked, pushing and pulling on the string sticking out of David’s ass, moving the balls inside of him.

“It’s a lot,” David breathed out, hips moving in adorable little thrusts. “My fucking prostate is so sore.”

Adam grinned, leaning down and kissing David’s shoulder in silent apology.

Sitting back up, he grabbed a firm hold of the string connected to the beads in David’s hole and pulled them all out in one go. He didn’t yank them out – that was for rougher play – but he wasn’t slow either.

Crying out, David lifted his hands up to his face and clenched his fists, Adam stroking his back until he calmed down.

“Too much?” he asked, already moving the smallest bead back to David’s hole.

There was a slight hesitation, but then David relaxed and shook his head. “I can take it.”

Adam rubbed the smallest bead back and forth over David’s hole. “But do you want to? Remember, this is your reward. If you want to give your ass a break, that’s fine.”

David was shaking his head before Adam was finished talking. “No, put them back in.”

He sounded impatient.

Grinning, Adam pushed the first three beads into David’s ass, shoving his finger in after the last one and moving it around. He teased David’s hole with the fourth bead, about the size of a pool ball, getting about a third of it past David’s rim before once again yanking all the balls out of his hole.

This time he pulled them out a little faster than before, David crying out and arching his back, and he didn’t check in with David before working them back into his greedy hole.

“Relax, baby, relax,” Adam prompted, pushing the fourth ball into David’s hole, the thick width stretching David’s hole wider and wider.

Just when David’s hole was about to swallow it up, Adam grabbed the string by the base and yanked all four beads out of David’s ass, hard and fast and making him scream.

“That’s it, baby,” Adam said, pushing the beads back in one by one, the fourth bead making David’s whole body shudder as it pushed past his abused rim.

“That’s it,” Adam said, pulling the fourth bead back out and pressing it in, fucking David’s ass and forcing his hole to stretch. “Taking it so good.”

Unable to help himself, Adam tried pushing the final bead into David’s body – and though he could tell that if he pushed hard enough he could get it in, the way David gritted his teeth reminded him that he was trying to be nice.

“Maybe later,” Adam said, dropping his hold on the last bead and letting David push out the third that he’d managed to push inside.

“How big is it,” David asked, trying to look over his shoulder, Adam’s hand on the back of his head once again stopping him.

“Too big for today,” Adam said, lowering himself down and letting his weight land on David’s back. “We’ll take it home and spend some time really stretching you out later this week. Okay?”

“All right,” David mumbled.

“You want to get fucked?” Adam asked, his rock hard cock desperate to join in on the fun.

“By you?” David asked. At first Adam thought he was teasing, but then he had to admit that it was a good question.

“Yes, by me,” he said, biting David’s earlobe and licking his neck before sucking the skin into his mouth and biting down to make a hickey.

Adam wanted to mark him.

“Yes, but slow, okay?” David sounded like he was smiling. “And you have to stay on top of me.”

Adam was only too happy to oblige.

3

David

David was in heaven. Adam was on top of him – big, sweaty and heavy – driving into him with slow, grinding strokes that made him feel like he was being wrung out and turned inside out.

“Love your hole,” Adam growled, cock fully sheathed and his arm wrapped around David’s throat. He pressed his mouth against David’s cheek, kissing and licking him with an intensity that was almost scary.

“It’s good,” David agreed, unable to do anything but lie there and take it as Adam slowly took control of his body.

He gasped for breath, and Adam tightened the arm across his throat, bicep pressing against the side of his neck. It was hard and unyielding, Adam’s arm pressing against his Adam’s apple just shy of cutting off his air supply, pulling his head up and holding it in place so that he could kiss and lick over his face.

“You like my big cock?” Adam growled, lifting his hips, David’s ass clenching down, unwilling to let go of the massive cock. “You like it when I own your sweet little hole?”

Adam pushed back in with a slow, controlled thrust, burying himself to the hilt and grinding his cock in place.

“Yeah, daddy,” David moaned, hands coming up to clutch the arm across his throat. “Love it!”

“That’s right, baby,” Adam growled. “You know who you belong to. You know who owns you.”

Adam lifted his hips up and slammed his cock back in, emphasizing his statement.

David didn’t answer. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being claimed, dominated and possessed. Adam was doing all the work, making him feel good, and all David had to do was exist and let himself feel.

It felt like Adam fucked him forever, but it was still over all too soon. Grunting, hips working up to a steady rhythm, Adam buried his face in David’s neck and shot his load, his whole body trembling and shaking as he clung to David and filled him with come.

After he was done, Adam slumped down on David’s back, heavy and feverishly hot, breaths tickling the back of his ear as he lay there with his cock still lodged inside David’s ass. He didn’t move until his cock had gone soft, sitting up and stepping off the table, leaving David feeling cold and abandoned.

There was no helping the disappointed whimper that escaped his throat.

“Oh, baby,” Adam said, big hands finding David’s shoulders and rubbing them gently. “Are you feeling unsatisfied?”

Adam rolled David onto his back, his hard cock flopping down onto his belly, balls loose and warm from the heat.

“Want you to touch me,” David explained, mind still a little muddled after the thorough fucking Adam had just given him. What he meant was that he wanted Adam to keep touching him – to lay on top of him and smother him with his weight – but Adam took it a different way. He wrapped his fist around David’s cock, slick with oil, and started jerking him off with slow and sure strokes.

It was almost as good as what David had actually wanted.

“You can come,” Adam said, swiping his thumb over the head of David’s cock, moving it under the crown.

David, cock sore from coming three times earlier in the day, didn’t know if he wanted to. Adam’s hand didn’t hurt, but his cock was too tender for him to enjoy the attention the way he usually would.

His orgasm built slowly, Adam’s big hand squeezing him with steady determination, and when he came it was just a trickle.

“That’s it,” Adam said, letting go of his cock and taking him in his mouth. David arched his back, wincing as Adam’s tongue lapped at his sensitive cock-head, the stimulation too much too soon.

“Delicious,” Adam said, licking his lips as he pulled off and let David’s tortured cock flop down against his thigh. “I see why you like it so much.”

David couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of his chest.

“What?” Adam asked, tracing his lip with the pad of his thumb, looking down at him like he was something precious he’d conquered.

“I don’t know,” David said, honest. “Just feels nice.”

Adam grinned, biting his lip before leaning down and planting another kiss on his mouth.

Closing his eyes, David surrendered and let Adam do as he pleased.

* * *

After the massage, Adam manhandled David into the shower. Cleaning off oil, sweat and come, they stepped out of the spray and dried off.

“There’s a change of clothes by the sink,” Adam said, drying his hair and nodding over to the large vanity. Turning, David saw that there were two bundles of clothes laid out for them.

It was obvious which bundle belonged to who. The breeches and white shirt were obviously Adam’s, the same style as what he’d been wearing the past two days, though a different color, and the slim fit suit had to belong to him. Holding up the pants, David’s assumptions were proven correct.

There was no way Adam’s tree-trunk thighs would be able to fit into them.

Getting dressed, David turned to the mirror to fix his hair just as Adam started pulling on his own clothes. He couldn’t help but watch his fiancé in the mirror, blushing when he caught Adam’s eye and realized that he’d been caught staring.

He tried not to be embarrassed. Adam was his, and he had every right to look at him.

“Shoes should be just outside the door,” Adam said, pulling on a pair of socks and gesturing toward the door. It took David a second before he realized that the statement was really an instruction and he went to collect the footwear.

Opening the door into the stable, David found Adam’s glossy riding boots and a pair of dress shoes that looked like they were in his size. They might even be his, though he hadn’t been the one to pack them.

Handing Adam the boots, David watched him put them on, cock tingling as he remembered how he’d been made to straddle and hump them like a dog, and how deliciously humiliating it had been to lick up his mess afterward.

“I wish you would look at me like you look at my boots,” Adam joked, startling him and making him realize that he’d been staring.

“I do, I-”

“I’m just teasing you,” Adam interrupted, grabbing his chin and holding him still for a kiss. “Now come on, I’m starving and Rex’s chef has prepared dinner for us.”

At the mention of food, David’s stomach rumbled. All he’d had to eat so far that day was a nutritional shake and several loads of come, and now that he was made aware of it he was starving.

“Sounds good to me.”

* * *

To be continued…

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