Honor/Obey: The Complete Collection

by Heart, D. J.

  With that Adam walked out of the stables, Blake and Archie walking around and closing the doors to all the stalls before they followed him out.

  “Should have left him with Spike and D,” Blake grumbled, peering into Hector’s stall with a look of discontent as he closed the door.

  “Not that kind of weekend,” Archie contradicted him from the other end of the room, sounding wistful but not too disappointed.

  “Who would have thought Adam Wentworth of all people would go soft?” David heard Blake ask as they walked through the door to the tack room. The door closed before he could hear Archie’s reply to the question.

  David took a deep breath, shifting his feet and concentrating on keeping his balance. It was becoming clear to him that Adam’s past activities were way more extreme than anything he’d done with or to David, and that freaked him out. That this – brutal bondage and watching him get fucked and used like a cheap whore – was Adam’s version of soft made David wonder what exactly his fiancé had put his previous partners through.

  He wondered if he actually wanted to know.

  “So how committed are you to the whole pony thing?”

  David startled, swinging around and instantly losing his balance. He fell back against the stall door, landing on his ass to stare up at Hector looking down at him, big feet planted wide and arms crossed over his chest. Hector crouched down, reaching for the gag in David’s mouth and releasing the buckle keeping it in place.

  “Well?” he asked, still crouched, thighs straining against his boots and the pouch of his jockstrap looking like it was about to burst at any second.

  “I…” David trailed off, not sure how to handle this departure from the game.

  “Are you here of your own free will?” Hector asked, making David nod silently. Hector’s expression brightened, his mouth pulling up in a grin that showed off a row of perfectly straight, white teeth.

  “That’s good. Do you want to suck my cock?”

  Again, David nodded. He felt like a kid in a candy store, the contents of Hector’s jockstrap the ultimate piece of candy.

  Hector reached down and squeezed his crotch, his grin giving way to an expression of heated anticipation. He rose from his crouch and walked to the back of the stall, sitting down with his back against the wall and his legs spread wide. The thigh-high leather boots clung to his legs, feet looking huge, and David couldn’t help but scoot forward and kneel down at the older man’s feet. Tentative, watching Hector for his reaction, he leaned down and kissed the toe of Hector’s right boot. When Hector just smiled, reaching down and snapping off the pouch of his jockstrap, David kept on kissing, mouth open and tongue out, making his way down Hector’s foot and up his leg.

  Hector’s cock was just as big as David had hoped it would be, and as he worked his way up the man’s muscular thigh he drooled at the sight of Hector working it slowly in his fist. When he reached the point where Hector’s inner thigh met his taint, licking up and over the muscular daddy’s balls before mouthing his way up the side of the thick rod, David was vibrating out of his skin.

  He was hungry for it. When he took the bulbous head into his mouth, pre-cum dripping onto his tongue, it was like coming home.

  “You’re eager,” Hector said, his voice a low rumble. He carded his hand through David’s hair, pushing him down on his cock.

  David didn’t answer other than to hum, taking him deeper. He smiled around the thick length impaling his mouth, feeling calm and happy.

  He couldn’t imagine a better way to end his day.

  * * *

  1

  Adam

  It took about an hour of tossing and turning for Adam to admit that this was one aspect of taking David to the farm that he hadn’t thought about. It hadn’t even occurred to him that he would miss having the younger man in the bed with him.

  His soft breaths and little snores were better than any noise machine, and Adam even missed the way David alternated between hogging the covers and burrowing in under his chin and clinging to him like a limpet.

  Giving up and staring up at the ceiling, Adam wondered if David was missing him just as much as he was missing him. The thought made him roll his eyes at how sentimental he’d gotten, and he wondered if maybe loving David as much as he did was making him too soft.

  Except that no, Adam liked the way things were with David, and if it was softer than what he’d liked before that didn’t matter one bit.

  Pushing down the silky soft Egyptian cotton draped over his chest, Adam swung his legs over the side of the bed and perched on the edge of the mattress. The master bedroom of Rex’s guesthouse was bathed in darkness, the sofa and chair facing the empty fireplace barely visible shapes against the wall, just a barely there light creeping in from under the bathroom door.

  Standing, Adam pulled on his jeans, yanking them up over his big ass and tucking his cock down the side of his left thigh. He couldn’t see his boots, so he felt his way along the wall until he found the light switch, pushing it and blinking at the sudden brightness.

  His boots were just a step away. He grabbed them and slid his bare feet into the well-worn leather, turning toward the full length mirror next to the dresser and admiring himself. Tight jeans and cowboy boots was a good look on him. It was a shame that David wasn’t there to enjoy the view.

  Putting on his t-shirt, Adam grabbed his leather jacket and headed outside. He made his way down the walkway to the stables, motion activated lights guiding his way, the tall trees on either side of the path ominous and looming above him. It was a windy night, the air cold and crisp, and Adam zipped his jacket up as far as it would go. It wasn’t enough to take the sting out of the cold, but it helped.

  Quickening his step, Adam hurried into the stables, rubbing his hands together and kicking the door shut behind him.

  The building was kept nice and toasty warm – allowing everyone inside to be as naked as they pleased – so Adam unzipped his jacket.

  Not bothering to turn on the light in the tack room, Adam made his way into the stable proper and headed over to Hector’s stall. Treading softly, he walked past the sturdy fucking bench, trailing his fingers over the leather with a small grin.

  He wanted to see David and Hector before they saw him – to see what they were up to when they thought they were alone – or as alone as you could be in a stable with seven occupants.

  Adam had put David with Hector for two reasons. The first reason was practical. Hector was calm and non-violent, and while Adam didn’t exactly trust him, he trusted him enough to be sure that he wouldn’t rape or abuse David if they were in a stall together.

  On a more superficial level, Hector was hot. He looked like the archetypical dilf, and Adam knew that David would enjoy spending some time with the masculine older man.

  Even Adam found Hector’s salt and pepper hair, strong jaw and grey eyes enticing. The man was a total stud.

  Hector’s stall was the last and third on the left side of the room, and when Adam reached it he rested his arms on the door and peered down at the two men inside.

  Jealousy stirred in his gut. Hector sat with his back against the wall, head leaning back against the wall and eyes closed, his booted legs spread wide in front of him. David, looking deceptively slim next to the more muscular man, lay between his legs, head resting on his thigh, mouth pressed against the top of Hector’s sizable but flaccid cock.

  That should be him David rested on as he slept, Adam’s inner caveman insisted, no matter the fact that Adam had been the one to put them together.

  Turning around, berating himself for being ridiculous, Adam caught the boy in the middle stall across the room staring at him. The kid was ridiculously cute, blond shoulder-length hair framing a face that was all beautifully harsh angles, with wide eyes and a mouth that was all pout. He looked like a twink-lover’s wet dream.

  Adam raised his brow, startling the boy and making him blush. Adam smirked and made his way over, the boy backing up as Adam came c
loser, face mired in the regret of catching Adam’s attention.

  “What’s your name?” Adam asked, voice low, coming to a stop at the stall door and leaning his elbows on top of it.

  “Oliver,” the boy answered, his hands fiddling with the chain connecting his collar to the wall of the stall. “Sir.”

  “You’re the reason Brick was being punished earlier?” Adam asked, tilting his head inquisitively.

  Oliver nodded, his hair falling into his eyes. He reached up and brushed it back over his ear.

  “Tell me, do you like it here?” Adam asked, his cock hardening in anticipation of the word no.

  To his surprise, Oliver nodded.

  “You do?”

  “I like Brick,” Oliver said, looking to his left toward the stall where Brick had been tied down for his last night of punishment. He glanced down sharply, like he was embarrassed at having revealed a crush.

  “Brick?” Adam asked, really surprised now. He couldn’t imagine being at Brick’s mercy and then liking him afterward.

  “He’s nice,” Oliver said, voice soft but laced with conviction. When he looked up there was something almost defiant about him. It made him look even cuter, and Adam wondered what it would take to break him.

  Whatever it was, it would probably be fun.

  “You’re probably the only one who thinks so,” Adam said. He took a step back and peered into Brick’s stall. The man was asleep, lying on his stomach with his head resting on his arm, his whole body encased in an inky black leather suit. It almost looked like a motorcycle racing outfit, except that it lacked any sort of padding. The suit went all the way up the length of Brick’s neck, clinging like a second skin, thick leather gloves and sturdy boots completing the look.

  Adam recognized the outfit, and he knew that if Brick were to turn over onto his back he’d see that the suit had an opening for Brick’s cock to hang out.

  It made for quite the picture. Brick was huge, and when encased in leather with just his pink monster of a cock sticking out in all its glory, he was downright terrifying.

  Adam had no idea how a tiny thing like Oliver could look at that and think nice.

  “Has he fucked you?” Adam asked, wondering if Oliver perhaps just hadn’t experienced how brutal Brick was with his weapon of a cock.

  But Oliver nodded, surprising Adam again by smiling softly to himself as he did so.

  “Was he nice, then?”

  Oliver shook his head, but his mouth pulled up in a grin at whatever memory Adam’s words had conjured.

  “He was pretty mean,” Oliver said. “But not too mean. Just mean enough.”

  Adam studied the boy in front of him for a few seconds, taking him in. The innocent look was obviously pretty deceptive.

  “You fit right in here, don’t you,” Adam mused, the words not really a question so much as a statement of fact. “What did your stepfather do for Brick to knock him out?”

  Oliver grimaced, his nose scrunching up in anger. “He wanted to take me home.”

  Adam laughed. “And you didn’t want that?”

  Oliver shook his head.

  “Because you want to stay here, with Brick?”

  Oliver nodded, blushing furiously like he couldn’t believe he was admitting this.

  “Well, it looks like you’ll get your wish.”

  With that Adam turned around and walked back to the stall where David lay, sucking on Hector’s shaft like a little traitor. He opened the door and stepped inside, crouching down and smacking David’s muscular ass to wake him up.

  The sharp sound of Adam’s hand hitting David’s relaxed buns was like a thunderclap in the silent room, and David woke up with a startled yelp. He wriggled onto his back and looked up, his chin shiny with drool and Adam didn’t know what else.

  “What?” David asked, disgruntled. He always was grouchy in the morning – and even more so if woken up before that.

  “I changed my mind, you’re coming up and sleeping with me in the guesthouse.”

  “Now?” David complained, looking up at Hector with a longing usually reserved for an extra comfortable pillow. Hector shifted away from him, folding his hands over his lap and hiding his cock.

  Adam’s jealousy spiked, along with his irritation that while he’d tossed and turned missing David, David had slept just fine with Hector.

  “Yes, now,” Adam growled. “Is that going to be a problem?”

  David shook his head, grumpy but ultimately obedient.

  Hector watched the interaction with wary eyes. The older man looked far more alert than David, who still looked one second away from falling asleep. He probably knew just how miserable Adam could make him if he decided to be upset with him, while David, on the other hand, didn’t have a clue.

  “Can you help me up?” David grumbled, managing to scoot up into a seated position.

  Adam grabbed the sides of his straitjacket and pulled him to his feet as he rose from his crouch.

  “Say goodnight to Hector,” Adam said, guiding David out of the stall.

  “Good night, Hector,” David mumbled, leaning heavily on Adam as he let himself be led out of the stall. He turned his head and looked at Adam. “Does this mean no more pony gear tonight?” He sounded hopeful.

  “We’ll keep the boots,” Adam said, gripping his neck and squeezing. “And the gag.”

  David huffed, but when Adam looked at his face he was smiling.

  “What?” Adam asked, suspicious.

  “You couldn’t sleep without me,” David said, his voice smug and pleased.

  Adam was horrified to find himself blushing. “I could,” he insisted, not at all believable. “I just wanted to fuck you before I go to sleep.”

  David smirked, still looking incredibly smug and not at all like he believed Adam’s excuse. Adam gave the back of his head a light smack.

  “Don’t be a brat,” he warned, though whatever weight the warning might have had was lost by the fact that he was smiling.

  David didn’t respond other than to lean into him, pleased and preening.

  “I love you too,” David said, leaning his head back into Adam’s grip.

  Adam couldn’t help but smile.

  2

  David

  David let Adam lead him outside, the cold air immediately making his skin prickle and his teeth chatter. He never thought he’d miss the straitjacket corset, but fuck it was cold outside without it.

  “Here, take my jacket,” Adam said, shrugging off his thin leather coat and draping it over David’s naked shoulders.

  David would have thanked him, but Adam had put the gag back into his mouth right after taking off the corset, so the most he could settle for was looking grateful. Adam’s leather jacket was more of a fashion statement than a thing to provide warmth, but it was miles better than nothing.

  “You look good,” Adam said, his voice low and gravelly as he helped David’s hands find the sleeves.

  David snorted. Adam just liked that the jacket that was so tight on him but hung loose on David’s slimmer body. That, and Adam had a thing for David wearing his clothes.

  “You do,” Adam insisted, pulling David close by the collar and kissing him. With the boots giving him a few extra inches of height, David didn’t even have to tilt his head that far back to allow it to happen.

  Being kissed while wearing a gag was a distinctly unsatisfying experience, but Adam seemed to like it judging by the hard line down his pants. He ground his hips against David’s, grunting into his mouth.

  “Let’s get inside, it’s too fucking cold out here,” Adam said, like he wasn’t the one who had stopped and kissed him. David didn’t roll his eyes, but it was a close thing.

  “You’re a little shit,” Adam grinned, connecting the two ends of the zipper on the jacket and closing it all the way. The leather bunched under David’s chin, soft and stiff at the same time.

  David tried to convey something along the lines of you like it, but he wasn’t successful based on
the way Adam just huffed and pulled him further up the creepy path.

  Looking around, David couldn’t help but think that this area would make a good set for a horror film. The lights along the path were bright but narrowly focused, pointing in toward the path, hiding the trees next to them in creepy darkness.

  David wouldn’t be surprised if a monster suddenly jumped out and attacked them. It just seemed like that kind of place.

  Though Adam tried to keep a brisk pace, his body hunching in on itself like he was trying to shield himself from the cold, it was no use with David teetering on the tips of his toes. The boots were awful to walk in, and David had a sneaking suspicion that part of the training that Blake and Archie had in store for him the next day included more walking in them.

  “Sorry,” Adam said, sheepish when the force of his hand on the back of David’s neck became a little too insistent, causing him to stumble.

  David glared at him.

  “Don’t worry, soon you’ll be a pro at this.” Adam’s voice was cheery as he confirmed David’s suspicion.

  The rest of the walk David managed to stay upright. They arrived at the guesthouse, a neat two story bungalow that was probably twice the size of most people’s houses, and headed inside.

  Coming into the warm house felt marvelous, the tops of his thighs prickled from the cold and tingling now that he was heating up. Adam closed the door on the chilly night outside and David took a moment to look around.

  He didn’t know why the huge pictures of naked men in bondage surprised him, but for some reason they did. It was one thing to have lots of kinky sex, quite another to be gaudy.

  “You don’t like it?” Adam asked, coming up behind him and nodding at the picture. “It’s Brick, not that you can tell with the mask on. You don’t think he looks good?”

  David shrugged. Brick looked amazing – rope crisscrossing his body in an intricate pattern, his head locked in a thick leather hood – but it wasn’t the kind of picture you hung on your wall.