by D. J. Heart
Honor/Obey
Part 4: Sharing is Caring
D.J. Heart
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
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1
Adam
The formal dining room of the Lakeview Country Club was as stuffy as ever.
It was Thursday evening, and Adam had come right from work to the club to meet his father, David and David’s mother for an early dinner. They were supposed to discuss the wedding – ironing out the guest list and deciding on a location – while their lawyers were off in the conference room comparing final drafts of the merger contracts.
It was no secret which talks were more important.
Adam took a discreet look at his watch, shifting his arm so that the cuff of his shirt rose up to expose the watch-face, his mouth pinching in annoyance.
David was late.
Cordelia Belvedere, David’s mother, caught him looking and rolled her eyes.
“This is so like David,” she said, taking a sip of her drink and shifting her gaze to Adam’s father. “Ever since he was a little boy he never could be on time. It used to drive me up the wall, though with how well behaved he’s been these past few months I’m not going to complain. Your son is a miracle worker.”
Adam suppressed a smirk at the way his father’s face reddened. They both knew how he’d tamed David, and he was pretty sure Cordelia would not approve.
No one wanted to be told that their son was a masochist who just needed a stern dom to keep them in line.
“Adam has always been a good influence on his peers,” Adam’s father said, clearly wishing that they were talking about anything else.
“I should have let his father spank him when he was a child,” Cordelia mused, not noticing the way her words caused Adam’s father to tighten his lips and look away. “We were too soft on him, and then suddenly it was too late. You can’t exactly take a twenty-five-year-old over your knee.”
She laughed, the sound fading when she noticed that Adam’s father wasn’t smiling.
“I’m glad you didn’t spank him as a child,” Adam said, breaking in before she could ask why Adam’s father was uncomfortable. “I don’t believe in spanking children.”
Left unsaid was that he very much believed in spanking adults. Preferably with enough force to make them bawl their eyes out.
“I suppose you’re right,” Cordelia said. She opened her mouth to say something else, but closed it at the sight of David hurrying into the restaurant. He had a sheepish grin on his face, his hair a windswept mess, and he almost knocked over a waiter in his rush to reach the table.
He gave his mother a kiss on the cheek and shook hands with Adam’s father before taking a seat next to Adam.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said, breathless and with a fine sheen of sweat on his brow. He glanced apologetically in Adam’s direction. “I went to the wrong club and then my car had already left and my battery was dead and I didn’t have cash for a cab so I had to run.”
Cordelia laughed. “You went to Ranglin? Darling, you know I haven’t been a member there for years. What on earth were you thinking?”
“I don’t know.” The sheepish grin made its way back to David’s face and he shrugged. “You said to meet you all at the club, and it wasn’t until I was there that I remembered you’d cancelled your membership.”
“It’s okay,” Adam said, grabbing him by the back of the neck and pulling him in to kiss his temple. “Honest mistake.”
David smiled, cheeks warming as he stilled under the weight of Adam’s hand. Lifting his thumb, Adam stroked the side of his neck, rubbing over his pulse and pressing down gently. A shudder ran down the length of David’s body at the touch.
“Never mind that,” Adam’s father interrupted, looking at Adam’s hand on the back of David’s neck like he expected it to lift up and start slapping away at any second. “We have much to discuss. I understand Cordelia that you are not on good terms with the Wendovers, but I’m hoping you can put that aside. Given their longstanding support of my charity and their friendship with my late wife I hope…”
Adam tuned out his father’s voice, leaning back in his chair as his hand slid down to rest on David’s upper back. He didn’t care about the guest list or the family feuds and friendships that complicated it. He trusted his father to make sure that everyone who had to be there would be. There were only a few people whose attendance actually mattered, like Derek and his sister, and he would invite them personally.
“Do we even need to be here for this?” David asked, keeping his voice low so that their parents wouldn’t hear him.
Adam grinned, shaking his head. He answered back in the same volume. “Not unless you have someone you want to invite that they’d object to. Do you?”
David shook his head.
“Today is actually about the merger,” Adam said, still keeping his voice low. “The lawyers finally have a set of contracts they all agree on, and our head negotiators are in the conference room upstairs looking over everything one last time. If all goes as planned your mother and I will sign tonight.”
David blinked, licking his lips and looking down. “Is it still contingent on us marrying?”
Adam didn’t know what to make of the question. He hoped David wasn’t having doubts. The merger was good business – a feather in his cap as CEO – but he was genuinely looking forward to David being his.
He needed David to know that.
“It is, but you know that I’m not just in this for the merger, right?” he said, leaning in closer and speaking into David’s ear. “I’m doing this because I want to own you. Even if the merger fell though I wouldn’t give you up.”
David took a trembling breath, a blush creeping up his neck as he nodded. “Okay.”
Adam grinned, kissing his cheek and giving his neck a painful squeeze before letting go. He picked up his glass of wine, locking eyes with his father across the table as he took a sip.
His old man did not look amused.
Adam shot him a bland smile, refusing to acknowledge the cause of his discomfort. Until he pulled down David’s pants and spanked him right in front of him, his father had nothing to complain about. It was perfectly normal for engaged couples to be a little touchy feely.
Expected, even.
The rest of the evening passed slowly. When the lawyers came down to signal that the contracts were ready to sign, Adam was on his second dessert and more than ready to get the whole thing over with.
They all shuffled upstairs to the conference room and gathered around the table.
Signing the contracts was anticlimactic, and as they left the conference room Adam could tell that David was confused.
“That’s it?” David asked after they’d climbed into the back of Adam’s car.
“That’s it,” Adam confirmed. “Merger is happening.”
David’s brow furrowed.
“I thought deals like that were signed in front of the press.”
Adam shrugged. “That kind of a fuss is usually reserved for when you have shareholders and markets to contend with. As family-owned private companies we don’t have to worry about any of that.”
“Weird,” David said, looking out the window. He kept his gaze on the passing traffic, mind a million miles away, but after a few minutes he turned to Adam with a frown. “This isn’t the way to your place.”
Adam grinned wolfishly. He’d wondered when David would notice. “I thought we could stop by the Blue Room. You said you wanted to check it out, right?”
Adam had spent his lunch the day before booking a private room at the club and arranging for one of his favorite doms to be available.
“Do y
ou have anything planned?”
Adam reached over and squeezed David’s earlobe, tugging it and rubbing it between his fingers.
“I do. We’re going to watch tonight’s show, and after that we’re going to head up to one of the private rooms to play.” Adam licked his lips and glanced at David. “The dom who’s performing in the show will be joining us. I think you’ll like him. He’s very tall, and he’s got a thing for nipple torture.”
David swallowed, his eyes wide.
“Is he going to… I mean, is he just going to watch, or?” David trailed off, struggling to put his question into words.
“Is he going to fuck you?” Adam said, cock hardening in his briefs at how nervous David sounded. “If everything goes as planned, yes. Are you okay with that?”
David nodded.
“I want you to say it.”
“I’m okay with it.”
Adam gave a cruel little tug to David’s earlobe before reaching up and ruffling his hair. He put his hand back on the wheel and focused on the road. “Good. You’ll have your safeword, though I don’t think you’re going to need it.”
David stayed silent, squirming in nervous anticipation. Adam reached between his legs, eliciting a startled gasp at the unexpected grope, and felt his hard cock.
Nervous, sure, but very turned on.
Fifteen minutes later they reached the club. Adam got out of the car and handed the keys to the valet, throwing his arm over David’s shoulder and leading him up the stairs and through the front door.
From the outside no one would be able to tell that the building was anything but an exclusive country club. The doormen looked perfectly ordinary, uniforms crisp and modest, and the concierge that checked club IDs in the lobby looked like she could have been stationed in any other moderately exclusive club in the country.
It wasn’t until they passed into the second lobby that the club’s true purpose became clear. The large space was lit with live candles, casting a golden glow over the marble floors and sumptuous furniture, guests dressed in everything from full rubber uniforms to casual linen suits and everything in between mingling and sipping drinks. Waiters circulated, both male and female, their waists cinched tight by heavy corsets and their necks adorned with thick leather collars. Some of them were gagged, bright red balls caught behind their teeth, and each and every one of them was off limits.
It was hard enough to attract workers given the uncomfortable uniform and the depraved things they’d witness. Asking them to whore themselves out was a step too far.
Adam looked around, a sense of deep satisfaction filling his chest at what he and his friends had put together.
The club hemorrhaged money, but Adam and the other founders didn’t care. They could afford it, and the purpose of the club was anything but profit.
This was a place to have fun.
“This is insane,” David said, sounding shocked. He looked around, gaze stopping at something that transformed his expression a mingle of horror and lust. When Adam followed his line of sight he could see why his reaction was so extreme.
“That’s Cody and his master Rex,” he said, gesturing to the young man on the floor that had David’s attention. “Rex is one of the cofounders of the club, and he’s the owner of the pony farm we’re visiting this weekend. Want to go meet them?”
“Doesn’t that hurt?” David asked, ignoring the question and staring at Cody. The boy was trussed up in one of his usual puppy costumes – on his knees and elbows with his hands and feet tucked away at painful angles – looking miserable. He had an enormous plug in his ass and a massive O-ring gag holding his mouth open, and he was fidgeting and moving around with an expression on his face like he wished he could scream.
“Probably,” Adam said, his cock hardening at the sight. He’d had his doubts when he first met Rex how consensual his relationship to Cody really was, but after meeting the boy one-on-one out of bondage it was clear that Cody loved his life with Rex.
Adam had been jealous, though he wasn’t sure he had the stomach to push someone as far as Cody obviously liked to be pushed.
Rex caught them staring, and on recognizing Adam his face split into a huge grin. He tugged on Cody’s leash and made his way across the floor. Cody scrambled to keep up so that he wouldn’t end up being dragged by his neck.
“Adam, I was hoping to see you here tonight,” Rex said, pulling Adam in for a quick one armed hug. He stepped back and looked at David. “And you brought your new boy. Is this the one you’re bringing up to the farm this weekend?”
“It is,” Adam confirmed, pulling David under his arm and holding him there. “My fiancé.”
If Rex was offended by the protective move he didn’t show it.
“I wish I could be there,” Rex said, looking down at Cody. “But this one is having a birthday party up at the house and I promised him he’d have my full attention.”
At the words Cody let out a little whine and rubbed his cheek against the side of Rex’s suit, like he was grateful.
“Maybe next time,” Adam said, fascinated by the devoted expression on Cody’s face. The gag forced him to drool, and his jaw had to be in agony, but when he looked up at his master there was nothing but love in his eyes.
“I hope so,” Rex said, looking at David with a hungry grin. “Though I’m sure Max and the boys will take good care of you.”
“I’m sure they will,” Adam agreed. “Are you staying to watch tonight’s show?”
“No, we’re on our way out,” Rex said, crouching down and petting Cody’s hair under the fake ears sticking out of his headband. “I’m going to get this guy changed into some normal clothes and then we’re going on a date. He’s been a full time puppy for a few weeks now and I thought I’d give him a break. Isn’t that right, Cody?” Rex took Cody’s face in his hands and squished his cheeks together.
In response, Cody let out a strange bark-like noise that had Rex laughing and kissing his nose.
“Well then, have fun on your date,” Adam said, wondering how Rex could stand not having a real conversation with his sub for that long.
Play was fun, but Adam actually liked David. Several weeks as a puppy and he’d miss him.
“Thank you, we will.” Rex stood up. “Have fun tonight, and this weekend!”
Adam inclined his head, saying goodbye and watching as Rex dragged Cody toward the changing rooms. When he looked down at David’s face, the boy’s eyes were wide.
“Did he say weeks?” David sounded horrified.
“They’re intense,” Adam said, pulling him into the curl of his bicep and kissing his cheek. “Think you could handle something like that?”
David’s eyes widened and his eyebrows crawled up toward his hairline. He shook his head vigorously. “Are you kidding me? Did you see that guy – I’m still trying to figure out if I should call the police to rescue him.”
Adam laughed. “Please don’t. Neither one of them would thank you for it, and I’d be banned from the club.”
David shook his head, still looking like he couldn’t believe what he’d just witnessed.
Adam wondered what he would say when he saw the farm. Cody wouldn’t be there, but several other of Rex’s pets would be. Adam had a sneaking suspicion that some of the human ponies on the farm had been kept that way for years.
Rex assured him they’d all signed contracts, but Adam still sometimes felt guilty when he entered the stables and saw the muscle-bound men tied up and kept like beasts. There was something wild and desperate in their eyes, and Rex’s stable masters were never gentle with them.
The guilt wasn’t enough that he didn’t visit the farm, of course, but it was enough that he sometimes wondered if maybe he was a terrible person.
“Do you want a drink?” Adam asked, grabbing the hair at the nape of David’s neck and giving it a little tug. “I don’t want you getting buzzed, but some of the mocktails here are actually quite good.”
“Sure,” David said, his eyes still
a little wide. Adam flagged down a waiter and grabbed two glasses of some sort of orange drink off his tray. He handed one to David and clinked their glasses together.
“To your first time at the club.”
David looked a little startled at the toast, but he drank and licked his lips.
“This is good,” he said, sounding surprised. Adam took a sip of his own and nodded his agreement. It was good, but that was expected. The club had excellent bartenders.
“It is. Are you ready to go upstairs? The show is starting soon and I’d like to tie you up before it starts.”
David choked on his drink, his face turning red at Adam’s blunt mention of tying him up, but after he got himself under control he nodded. He ducked his head and looked at Adam through his lashes, smiling.
“Sounds like fun.”
2
David
David didn’t know what to make of the club. It was far more elaborate than what he’d pictured. Everywhere he looked there were people in bondage, on their knees next to their masters or standing with their heads bowed, acting like it was the most natural thing in the world.
David envied them that confidence.
Leading him up the stairs, Adam took him all the way up to the third floor and into a well stocked playroom. There was a padded fucking bench in the middle of the room, bolted securely to the floor, along with a pillory and a St. Andrew’s cross on opposite sides of the room.
The walls were lined with whips, floggers and all kinds of canes and paddles.
“Take off your clothes,” Adam said, pushing him into the room with a hand on his back and closing the door behind them. It shut with a menacing thud. “Down to your underwear.”
David obeyed, watching Adam like a hawk while the older man walked over to a chest by the wall and pulled out several pieces of rope. Stomach tingling with nervous butterflies, David stared as Adam tested the different lengths of rope between his fingers. The sight of Adam’s big hands stroking the fibers of the ropes, his expression focuses and intense, went right to David’s cock.
