by Heart, D. J.
It took less than half a minute before David’s balls pulled up and his cock erupted. Thick ropes of come shot into Adam’s glove, coating the leather and making Adam’s palm and fingers slick as he continued stroking.
“Feel better?” Adam asked, withdrawing his hand and holding his soiled glove up for David’s inspection.
“Yeah,” David said, the unfamiliar mix of pain and post orgasmic bliss as unfamiliar as it was good.
“That’s good,” Adam said, shoving two come-covered fingers into David’s mouth. “Now clean up the mess you made.”
David almost choked, Adam’s large fingers pushing toward the back of his throat and dragging over his tongue. He licked and sucked the best he could, but his efforts were hindered by Adam fucking his fingers in and out of his mouth, stroking over his teeth and gums and pushing down into his throat just to hear David gag.
“Good boy,” Adam growled, pressing his trapped erection against David’s lower back. “Suck that glove clean, you little slut. I know what you need.”
David moaned, leaning back and letting Adam carry his weight while he let his mouth be violated.
“Fuck, I need to come,” Adam growled, abruptly spinning David around and pushing him to his knees. “Open up and suck.”
David barely got to see Adam’s magnificent cock before it pushed into his mouth, but the brief glimpse was enough to confirm that it was just as big as Adam’s bulge suggested. Straining his jaw and going right to the back of his throat, David couldn’t help but gag as the huge member pressed for entrance.
Adam didn’t care. He ignored David’s choking and gagging, reaching down and holding David’s head in a two handed grip as he pushed his way past David’s gag reflex without mercy.
“That feels so good, baby,” Adam grunted, his cock about half way buried in David’s throat.
It was as far as he was going to get. No matter how much Adam pressed, treating his cock like a battering ram, David simply couldn’t take more. There simply wasn’t room.
“Squeeze the base of my cock,” Adam commanded, thrusting his cock in and out of David’s mouth with vicious little jabs. David obeyed, hand wrapping around the thick base of Adam’s shaft, his other hand finding the man’s balls and rolling them in the palm of his hand.
David loved balls. He loved the way they looked, the way they felt in his hand, and he especially loved it when people squatted over him and let them dangle in his face.
Adam had perfect balls. Low hanging and big, the two orbs filled David’s palm to overflowing.
“That feels good,” Adam grunted, clearly pleased at the way David was molesting his testicles. “Fuck, your mouth!”
Adam’s whole body went tense, balls lifting up and out of David’s palm, and the next thing David knew Adam was pulling away and shooting his load right in his face.
Thick ropes of come shot out of Adam’s cock with the force of a fire hose, landing on David’s cheek, nose and in his hair before Adam moved his cock down and shot the rest onto David’s pecs and stomach.
David couldn’t believe how much spunk there was. He felt like he’d been showered in come.
When he looked up, Adam was grinning, squeezing the last few drops of come onto his finger, crouching down and sticking it in David’s mouth.
David closed his lips around the digit and sucked.
“Slutty little whore,” Adam said fondly, curling his finger and hooking it in David’s cheek. He held his mouth open and spit inside, taking David completely off guard and leaving him unsure of how to react. “I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship.”
Standing up, Adam peeled off his gloves and tossed them to the floor and tucked his cock back into his pants. He grabbed his jacket from the back of the armchair and shrugged it on, buttoning it up as he examined David still kneeling on the floor.
He looked satisfied, like he’d just gotten exactly what he wanted.
David supposed he had.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, David wondered what the fuck he’d gotten himself into.
3
Adam
The next few weeks were some of the most enjoyable of Adam’s adult life. He went on several more dates with David, taking him to the theater, the symphony and to an endless parade of trendy restaurants, and when they got home in the evenings he put the boy on his knees and taught him how to take a cock down his throat.
By the end of the first month the whole world knew that they were dating.
It was quite the scandal. David’s reputation was in the gutter, his tabloid exploits fresh in everyone’s minds, while Adam was a pillar of the business community and no one could understand why he was slumming it with the Belvedere problem child.
It wasn’t until rumors of the merger came out that the scandal quieted down and people started nodding in understanding. That David had been on his best behavior for almost a full month went a long way to help the case of their public image, and Adam couldn’t be happier.
David was turning out to be quite the subby little slut.
“Do you want to head home?” Adam asked, declining their waiter’s offer of dessert. They were at a restaurant Adam had chosen, less trendy and more private than their usual, and Adam was feeling in the mood for something a little more adventurous than getting his cock sucked.
After the first night where he’d spanked David to hell and back, Adam had toned it down and treated the boy nice.
The ferocity of the spanking had left David shaky and off kilter, and when Adam had taken him to bed and wrapped him in his arms he’d spent the whole night trembling and clutching at Adam like he might burst into dust at any second.
Adam had soothed him, stroking his back and reassuring him all through the night what a good boy he’d been. By morning Adam was exhausted, but it was worth it having helped David through his first case of sub-drop.
“You don’t want to go to the movies?” David asked, finishing the last bit of wine in his glass. “I thought we were going to see Spiderman?”
Adam shook his head. “I’m not in the mood for superheroes. I was thinking we could go back to my place and have some fun. I have some gear I’d like to try on you that I think you’ll enjoy.”
“What kind of gear?” David asked, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
“The kind a villain would use.”
Adam grinned at the exaggerated look of contempt David delivered. “Seriously, what kind of gear?”
Adam shrugged. “You’ll have to come back to my place and find out.”
David licked his lips. “Is it going to hurt?” He sounded like he wasn’t quite sure what he wanted the answer to be.
Adam flashed his canines in a cruel grin. “Yes.”
David sucked in a rushed breath, face going red as he looked around the small restaurant to make sure no one could hear them.
“Can’t you just tell me what it is?” he pleaded.
“No. I want to surprise you. Are you in?” Adam finished off his wine and pushed his chair back, raising his brow as he waited for David to make a decision. He had no doubt that David would choose to come home with him.
David nodded and Adam’s grin turned into a self satisfied smirk.
“That’s my boy.”
* * *
When they got back to the apartment Adam had David strip naked and sit down on the couch.
“Wait there and don’t move,” he instructed, pointing a stern finger in David’s face.
Swallowing, David nodded. “I won’t.”
“Good boy,” Adam said, leaving the room.
He didn’t have a playroom in his apartment – something that needed to change – but he had quite a selection of toys and gear in his walk-in closet.
So far Adam hadn’t really dressed up for David – with the exception of the leather gloves he’d worn on the first night – and tonight he felt like changing that. Selecting a pair of fitted leather breeches, knee high boots and a chest ha
rness that framed his muscular pecs beautifully, Adam got dressed and studied himself in the mirror.
He looked hot.
Finishing the look with a pair of gauntleted leather gloves, Adam flexed his fingers and started collecting the gear he wanted to use on David.
He had no intention of taking it easy on his handsome fiancé.
Puppy mitts, hood, collar and enough restraints to immobilize David completely, Adam made his selection with gleeful anticipation. The last thing he grabbed was a mean little crop whose sting was entirely disproportionate to the small size of the leather flap.
David wasn’t going to know what hit him. Literally, considering the hood. Tucking the crop into the side of his boot Adam left the room.
He grinned at the face David made when he laid eyes on him. Eyes wide, it reminded him of the cornered animal David had resembled on their first night together.
“Come over here,” he commanded, stopping a few feet away from the couch in the open area between the sofa area and the door to the hall. Feet planted wide, Adam squared his shoulders and allowed himself to stand tall and intimidating.
When David rose to do as instructed, Adam tossed the hood, mitts, collar and restraints onto the couch and held out his hand to stop him.
Adam pointed his finger down on the floor. “On your knees, David. I want to see you crawl.”
Swallowing, David looked between the gear on the couch and Adam. He sank down to his hands and knees, his whole upper body covered in a bright red blush that matched the pinkish hue of his rock hard cock, and looked up to confirm that this was what Adam wanted.
Adam gave him a tight little nod.
David crawled across the hardwood floor, coming to a stop in front of Adam’s gleaming knee-high boots.
Adam had intended to start off with the hood right away, the mindfuck of blinding his sub being one of Adam’s biggest kinks, but he’d changed his mind at the last minute.
He wanted his boot worshiped, and David couldn’t do that with his mouth hidden behind a hood.
“Kiss my boot,” Adam commanded, voice gruff with arousal. His cock was rock hard against the button fly of his breeches, angry and longing to do some damage. David lowered his face, placing a tentative kiss on the toe of his boot.
Adam couldn’t even feel it, and yet it still sent a jolt of arousal up his foot.
“Use your tongue,” he commanded, reaching for the crop tucked into his boot and using it to press down on the back of David’s head. He traced the flap of leather down between the boy’s shoulder blades, moving it down his spine and grinning at the shudder that ran through David’s body.
“Don’t focus all your attention in one place,” he admonished, moving the crop to David’s cheek and delivering a light slap to move him further down.
Whimpering, David licked along the side of Adam’s boot, eyes closed and still blushing something fierce.
“Do you like the taste of my boot?” Adam asked, tapping David’s cheek with the crop again. He liked the way David flinched when the leather made impact.
He wasn’t hitting him hard enough to hurt, but he could, and David was all too aware of that fact.
“Yes, sir,” David answered, sounding wrecked. Adam licked his lips and groped his cock, squeezing it through the buttery soft leather of his breeches. The pressure felt amazing, his balls full and heavy where they lay cradled in the pouch of his jock.
“Look at me and open your mouth.”
David hesitated briefly, but then he did as Adam commanded.
Adam spit into his mouth.
He grinned at the look of distaste on David’s face. The boy didn’t mind spit in the form of kissing, but he hated being spat on.
Adam loved how much he hated it.
“You have something to say?” he challenged, and David shook his head.
“No, sir.”
David might hate the spitting itself, but he adored the humiliation of it.
“That’s what I thought,” Adam growled. “Now start worshipping my boot properly. I want to feel your fucking tongue; do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” David said, moving his mouth back into place and attacking Adam’s boot with new vigor.
This time he did a much better job.
Adam let him slobber all over his boot for a good ten minutes before kicking him away. It was time for something a little more challenging.
“On your knees with your hands behind your back.”
Wincing, David got up on his knees and clasped his hands behind his back. Adam studied him for a moment, letting him fidget and get a little nervous, before walking over to the couch to retrieve the hood and collar.
The hood was made from thick leather, with straps over the mouth, eyes and one running under the chin and over the top of the head. Once all the buckles were pulled tight it would feel incredibly restricting.
Adam was being nice and using it without a gag.
“Bend your neck,” Adam instructed, crouching down in front of the kneeling boy. Licking his lips, David obeyed. When Adam draped the thick leather over his head, pulling it down and adjusting it, David let out a little gasp.
Adam pulled the laces running down the back of the hood tight and then started fastening the buckles.
Adam was breathing fast, chest rising and falling rapidly. Once he’d finished fastening the buckles, Adam took a moment to squeeze his shoulder and stroke his back.
He didn’t say anything, letting his hands do the talking.
“Head up,” he said after a moment, taking the collar and wrapping it around David’s throat. It wasn’t a posture collar, but because of its width it almost functioned as one. Made from supple black leather with a steel core, the collar was a serious piece of gear.
Pushing his finger under the leather, Adam made sure that it wasn’t too tight.
“How does that feel?” he asked. David wasn’t gagged, and though there was no mouth opening in the hood – the only holes were the two small openings at the nostrils – he could make himself understood.
“Heavy,” David said, his voice muffled.
Adam grinned.
“You’ll get used to it.”
David had no idea just how used to it he’d get. Once they were married David was going to spend most of his days bound and gagged. If he wasn’t going to get a job or do something useful Adam had every intention of hiring a few trainers to keep his boy in line while he was away at work.
Besides, Adam liked the idea of other people using David – as long as they did so on Adam’s terms.
“Hold out your hands and make a fist,” Adam said, walking over to the sofa table and collecting the mittens.
Crouching down behind the hooded and collared boy, Adam slid the mittens over his hands and fastened the buckles over his wrists keeping them in place.
With the hood and mittens David was helpless, but Adam wasn’t satisfied. Grabbing the rest of the restraints he fastened David’s ankles to his thighs and his wrists to his upper arms, moving his body into position with a firm hand.
The restraints forced David to shuffle on his knees and elbows, and for a good half an hour that’s what Adam forced him to do. He used the crop to direct the boy, leading him around the living room like a graceless puppy, laughing when he stumbled or crashed into the coffee table.
When David didn’t move fast enough Adam smacked his butt with the crop or nudged him with the tip of his boot, making him yelp and scurry to obey.
It was fun. David clearly didn’t know what to make of the situation, but his cock was full and hard between his legs.
Adam regretted not owning a humbler. David would look amazing with his balls pulled back between his thighs and exposed for Adam’s crop.
When David’s whimpers turned into muffled cries of frustration and his erection flagged, Adam directed him into the hallway and herded him into his bedroom. Grabbing him under the waist he hoisted him up on the bed and slapped his ass.
“Stay there
,” he said, squeezing David’s exposed ass and slapping it again. “I think it’s time I gave that ass some attention.”
David let out a moan, showing his approval of that idea.
So far Adam hadn’t fucked him, and David hadn’t been shy in voicing his desire for Adam’s cock up his ass.
Adam had held off. It wasn’t that he didn’t like fucking, but if he was going to play with David’s ass he was going to do it properly.
That meant giving him a high volume enema to clean him out, and there was no chance in hell that David was going to enjoy it.
Adam’s cock hardened at the idea. He was a bit of a sadist, after all.
Going into the bathroom, Adam prepared the enema bag. He added just a touch of soap, more to irritate the lining of David’s colon than to help clean him, and lubed up the inflatable nozzle of the enema tube that would force David to hold the soapy water.
Adam couldn’t wait to see the boy’s belly bulge. He’d sweat and shake and whimper, the pressure unbearable, and Adam would just force him to take more.
He might shoot his first load just watching David struggle to hold the water.
Heading back into the bedroom, Adam grabbed David off the bed and carried him into the bathroom and dropped him in the tub.
David clearly had no idea what to make of his new position.
“What…?” he mumbled, looking around despite the thick hood blocking his vision.
Adam put his hand on David’s lower back and shushed him. “I’m going to clean out that dirty hole of yours so that it’s fit to play with. Now be a good boy and be quiet.”
David stilled, though his muscles trembled like a prizewinning horse that had just run a race.
“That’s a good boy,” Adam said, stroking David’s back and taking off his gloves. He poured a generous dollop of lube down the crack of David’s ass, catching the viscous liquid with the bulbous end of the nozzle and positioning it at the tiny opening of David’s ass.
He pushed the nozzle into the tight opening, forcing it in with one smooth shove. About the size of a medium plug, the nozzle slid in with just a hint of resistance.
