by D. J. Heart
He’d never known someone who could make fondling a rope look sexy, but Adam did.
Adam stood up and came to stand a few feet away from David. In his underwear, and with Adam still clothed, David was distinctly aware of his own nudity in a way that was very different from the feeling of two people being naked together.
“What are you looking at?” David asked. Adam’s silent observation was making him restless and anxious.
Adam smiled. He took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his cuffs, rolling up his sleeves and exposing his muscular forearms. He took a step forward, moving into David’s personal space in what felt like a deliberate effort to crowd him.
Still not speaking, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of leather gloves.
Mouth dry, David watched Adam put them on. They were familiar thin black leather, showing off every vein and knuckle of Adam’s hands, and David was distinctly reminded of how Adam had punished him the last time he’d worn them.
The memory had David’s balls pulling up in arousal.
Without warning, Adam lifted his hand and slapped him across the face. David heard the loud smack more than he felt it, his head swinging to the side under the force of the blow.
“Are you going to be good for me?” Adam asked, his voice a stern growl. David couldn’t believe how turned on he was. The slap hadn’t been hard – barely enough to turn his head – but it had startled him and made him feel deliciously humiliated. That together with Adam’s growling was making his cock throb and ache to be touched.
“I will, daddy,” he said, taking a step forward so that he could nuzzle his face against Adam’s chest. Adam’s shirt was still buttoned all the way up and he was wearing a royal blue tie, the white cotton stretched taut over his muscular chest.
Adam caught him by the hair and stopped him. Yanking his head back, he stared down at him with a cruel smirk.
“You sure about that, baby?” he asked, leaning down and licking a stripe up David’s jaw that ended in a bite. “Daddy wants to share you tonight – wants to show his friend how good your mouth is, how tight your little hole. Will you make daddy proud?”
“Mh hm,” David mumbled, the fist in his hair tightening and pulling his head further back. His throat was strained and he couldn’t close his mouth, Adam’s teeth on his throat scraping his Adam’s apple painfully.
“Yeah? You’re going to let daddy and his friend double team you?” Adam growled, sucking a hickey under his jaw. “Going to let daddy’s friend beat you up while daddy watches?”
David let out a whine of assent and brought his hand to the front of his briefs, needing to touch himself. His trapped cock felt like it would explode at any second.
Adam let go of his hair and stepped back, slapping him again. This time he hit harder and David felt a lingering sting on his cheek, though he didn’t have time to contemplate it before Adam grabbed his jaw and squeezed.
“That’s right, baby. You’re going to be good for daddy, because if you’re not you’re going to get punished. Now get those greedy hands off your cock and put them behind your back. Daddy is going to tie you up.”
Moaning, David stopped squeezing his rock hard cock through his underwear and put his hands behind his back. He watched as Adam circled him, tall and muscular, his gloved hands uncoiling one of the lengths of black rope and finding the middle.
“You’re going to look so pretty, baby,” Adam murmured, pressing himself up against David’s back and bringing the rope around his chest. He crossed the rope between David’s shoulder blades, looping it up around his neck and then weaving it down his torso in a pattern of knots that dug firmly into David’s skin.
“Feel nice?” Adam asked, pressing a gloved finger under the rope crossing over David’s pectoral. In the process he pressed down on David’s nipple, rubbing across the tender nub and making it hard.
“Very nice, daddy,” David said, looking down at the latticework of rope covering his chest and stomach. So far it looked like the rope was just for decoration. He hadn’t lost any range of movement, and other than being a little tight he didn’t feel restricted.
“Looks nice, too.” Adam grabbed a new length of rope, and this time he wrapped it around David’s wrists, working it up his arms to his elbows and linking the knots to the rope already wrapped around his torso.
“Feel okay?” Adam asked, grabbing David’s shoulders and massaging them. The way he’d tied the ropes meant that they were pulled back, pushing his chest forward, but it didn’t hurt.
“Yes,” David said, trying to wriggle his arms and not really getting anywhere.
Adam slapped him, grabbing his jaw and holding his face pressed back into his chest. His arms dug into the cotton stretched tight over Adam’s abs, his hands landing over his bulge.
“Yes what?” Adam growled, giving David’s head a little shake.
“Yes, daddy,” David corrected, his hands finding Adam’s cock and fondling the hard length. Adam kissed his cheek, slipping two fingers into his mouth and letting them rest on his tongue. He held them there for a minute, letting David feel their weight and taste the leather, before pushing them toward the back of David’s mouth and making him gag.
“Good boy,” Adam said, withdrawing the leather clad digits and wiping them on David’s cheek. “All you need now is your leash and collar and we can go watch the show.” He walked over to the wall, taking a leather collar and leash off the shelf and turning toward David.
He looked like the best kind of villain.
David stood still while Adam came over and wrapped the delicate collar around his throat, cinching it tight and clipping the short leash to the ring in front. Adam wrapped the end of the leash around his palm, and for a second they just stood there staring at each other.
“You ready for this?” Adam asked.
Blushing, David nodded. He knew that Adam wasn’t talking about watching the show, but rather about sharing him with the dom that would be performing it.
“I am, daddy.”
Adam grinned.
They went down to the second floor where the show would be taking place. The stage was elevated about a foot off the floor and extended into the room in a half circle. Though it was dark now, David could see theater lights hanging from the ceiling pointing at the stage.
Even without the lights David could tell that the stage was set up to look like the dungeon Adam had taken him to on the floor above, with a fucking bench, a St. Andrew’s cross and a series of hooks hanging from the ceiling, while the audience watched from a series of small tables just like you would at a dinner show.
Adam led him by the leash to a private sofa set into an alcove in the wall that shielded it from view of the rest of the audience.
Taking a seat, he maneuvered David between his legs and put his feet up on the small table in front of the couch. He pulled David down to sit between his legs, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight.
“Legs up on the table,” Adam ordered when David struggled to get comfortable. He did as he was told, placing his bare feet between Adam’s dress shoes.
“Comfy?” Adam asked, one arm crossed over David’s stomach, his other hand resting over David’s pectoral so that he could play with his nipple.
“Not really,” David said, his bound arms pulling at his shoulders and making it impossible to lean back and relax. He glanced down at the table and he was embarrassed to see how much bigger Adam’s feet looked next to his own.
“Tough luck,” Adam said, pinching his nipple and twisting it. The pain was sudden and intense, making David cry out.
He clamped his mouth shut. Though he couldn’t see them, he knew that there were people getting ready to watch the show just a few feet away, and he knew that they could hear him.
“You don’t like it when daddy plays with your nipples?” Adam asked, sliding his hand across David’s chest and giving his unmolested nipple the same treatment. This time David grit his teeth and stayed silent
.
The pain was like a jolt right down to his cock, and though he hated the feeling, it made his cock throb and his balls clench with arousal.
“I asked you a question,” Adam warned, still playing with his nipple, twisting and pinching it cruelly with his gloved fingers.
“It’s okay,” David said, the words spoken through gritted teeth.
“Good boy.” Adam let go of David’s nipple and stroked it soothingly. “How would you feel about getting these pierced?”
David had no idea how to answer that.
“I don’t know,” he finally said. “Do you want me to?”
“Maybe,” Adam mused, rubbing David’s sore nipple gently between his thumb and forefinger. “I could run a chain between them – have something to hold on to and play with when I’m bored.”
David pictured himself kneeling at Adam’s feet, his cock hard and leaking as Adam absentmindedly played with the chain. He could practically feel the tug on his nipples, the constant stimulation, and he knew that it would be glorious.
“I can… maybe I could get them pierced?” David suggested, his stomach clenching when Adam buried his face in his neck and bit down on his sternoid.
“I’ll set it up after we get home from the farm,” Adam promised.
David wished his hands were free so that he could touch himself, but since they weren’t, he had to settle for the way his briefs pushed back against his rock hard cock.
“Stop squirming,” Adam chided, slapping the inside of his thigh. “The show is about to start. I want you to watch Sam and pick four things he does during the show that you want him to do to you.”
David stilled. Looking out at the stage, he could see that the stage lights had been turned on and the rest of the room darkened.
A man walked up onto the stage, carrying a large bulky duffle bag over his shoulder, dressed in leather pants, knee high leather boots, and a chest harness that framed his muscular pecs beautifully.
He was, like Adam had promised, very tall.
If this was Sam, David was in for a treat. He was gorgeous.
“Is that Sam?” David asked.
“It is.” Adam sounded amused.
Sam’s chin was strong and dimpled, his jaw covered in a neatly trimmed black beard, and his cheekbones were sharp enough to cut glass.
“Looks good, doesn’t he?” Adam said, hand going down to David’s crotch to rest over the mound of his cock.
“He’s not as buff as you,” David whispered back, not quite comfortable enough to lavish praise on someone who wasn’t Adam – even if they deserved it.
Sam might not be as buff as Adam, but he still had big biceps and a built chest, and his shoulders were nice and wide.
“He’s not far off,” Adam said, almost scolding. “And his cock is huge. I can’t wait to watch it stretching out your ass.”
David let out a strangled moan. On stage, Sam dropped the duffle bag on the floor and looked out at the audience with a smile. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s show.”
His voice was lighter than David had expected, but his command of the room was undeniable. There was a confidence to his presence that made you want to sit up and listen. A natural authority.
He glanced at the alcove where Adam and David were sitting and winked. “I’d like to introduce my scene partner, David.”
David’s heart leaped into his throat, a cold sweat breaking out all over his body. Shocked didn’t even begin to describe how he felt. There was no way he could go up on stage and let Sam dominate him in front of a room full of people.
He couldn’t. Red.
Eyes never leaving David, Sam gave the duffle bag at his feet a little kick and crouched down. He unzipped the bag, exposing a curled up man inside with a gag in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes. Looking right at David, he grabbed the man by his hair and lifted his head up so that he faced the crowd.
“David, say hello to our audience.”
The bound man let out a muffled noise that might have sounded something like hello. Sam reached under his arms and lifted him out, holding him upright until he could stand on his own.
David was confused, panic making him slow, but then he realized the trick that had been played. The man in the bag was named David.
“I would have warned you, but this was more fun,” Adam whispered into his ear.
“You asshole!” David hissed, his heart still hammering like he’d run a marathon.
“What was that?” Adam asked, reaching down and squeezing his balls. David bit back a scream, the pain shooting up into his belly like stabs of lighting.
“Nothing, you’re the best daddy,” he hissed, not even trying to keep his voice down. He couldn’t believe how much it hurt.
“Don’t forget it,” Adam said, letting go of his balls and giving them a gentle pat. David looked up at the stage and was mortified to see Sam grinning at him. Adam gave the man a little wave, making him nod in acknowledgment before looking out at the main audience.
“David here is a prospective member of our little club,” Sam said, putting his hands on the smaller man’s shoulders. He turned him to the left and then the right to show him off. “He’s very eager to impress you all. Isn’t that right, David?”
The David on stage nodded, once again making a muffled noise that sounded like he was trying to say yes.
“That’s right.” Sam curled his arm around stage David’s neck, putting him in a headlock and rubbing his knuckles over his scalp like a high school bully. “He’s a very good boy. You’re all in for a treat.”
David watched as the other David let himself be manhandled, his eyes drawn to the way Sam’s flexed bicep pushed against the guy’s neck. Having been held that way himself he knew how good it felt – how constricting and humiliating.
He definitively wanted Sam to hold him like that when it was time for them to play.
“Don’t move.” Sam released the other David from the headlock and stepped back, going to a control on the wall and lowering two of the ropes hanging from the ceiling. There were cuffs attached to the end of the ropes and Sam made quick work of securing them around the other David’s wrists. He then brought the ropes back up, pulling the other David’s arms up and apart until his feet lifted off the floor and he was standing on his toes.
“You want him to string you up like that?” Adam asked, his hand kneading David’s cock through his briefs with firm strokes.
“Maybe,” David answered, arousal squirming in his belly. He wanted to see what Sam was going to do before agreeing to anything.
Adam gave David’s nipple a pinch at his noncommittal response, but after that he let it be.
David leaned his head back against Adam’s chest, Adam’s chin coming to rest on top of his head, and watched as Sam got to work.
The first thing Sam did was attach a set of large clamps to the other David’s nipples. The guy clearly wasn’t expecting it, Sam coming up behind him and attaching both clamps at once, screaming through his gag as Sam laughed.
“You love it,” Sam laughed, grabbing a flogger off the wall and trailing the leather tails over the other David’s ass to let him feel them. He delivered a few barely there blows, his arm slow and putting no force behind them, teasing the other David and making him moan in frustration.
It was clear he wanted it harder.
Sam circled him, hitting his ass from different angles, gradually building speed and force until the sound of the flogger hitting the other David’s ass echoed through the room like thunderclaps.
David watched, entranced. Adam had whipped him with a belt, but never a flogger. It was bound to feel different.
Sam looked magnificent, his thick arm wielding the flogger like a master, each hit landing exactly where he wanted it to. He looked like an evil god punishing his subject, all tan skin and shiny black leather, his handsome face set in a lusty scowl as he made his captive scream.
David couldn’t wait for it to be his turn.
Sam circled around to the other David’s front, an evil expression on his face as he brought the flogger down on his abs. Where before he had landed his blows in a neat pattern with very little overlap, now he was letting the flogger land on exactly the same patch of skin over and over with more speed and force than any of his previous blows.
The other David started screaming after just thirty seconds, twisting and turning to get away from the brutal flogging.
Sam stepped back, throwing the flogger over his shoulder and wiping the sweat from his brow. The intensity of the other David’s punishment had him glistening from exertion.
“You want a break from the flogger?” Sam asked, making the other David nod furiously. Sam laughed and put the flogger back on the wall. He grabbed a small bucket from the end of the stage, lifting it up and carrying it back to his captive.
The other David’s eyes went wide at the sight of the bucket and he started squirming. Sam laughed, walking up to him and grabbing him by the hair and yanking his head back so that he could kiss his neck. When he leaned back he dipped his hand into the bucket and came out with a clothespin.
He attached it to the other David’s chest right next to the clamp on his nipple, and then hung the bucket on a small chain connecting the clamps on his nipples.
David watched, fascinated and turned on, as Sam spent the next twenty minutes attaching the clothespins all over the other David’s body. The guy’s whole chest and abs, the inside and outside of his thighs – even his face and cock – was forced to endure the biting grip of the simple wooden clamps.
“You want that?” Adam asked, startling David out of his rapt staring.
“It looks like it hurts,” David commented, not sure if the answer was meant to be a yes or a no.
“Wait until he starts whipping them off,” Adam said, sounding like he was looking forward to it. “It’s going to be brutal.”
It was. Once he’d emptied the bucket, Sam unhooked it from the chain and put it on the floor. He then walked over to the wall and grabbed a slim leather crop. Slapping the leather flap down on his palm, the sound making David jump, he circled the other David with a menacing grin.
