Honor/Obey: The Complete Collection

by Heart, D. J.

  “It’s a bit much,” Adam said, agreeing with David’s silent judgement. “But it has a certain charm.”

  David stared at the picture, wondering if the size of Brick’s cock had been altered with Photoshop or if he really was that big. He’d watched as Blake and Archie lowered Brick from the ceiling earlier, and Brick had towered over both men. If his cock was that big proportional to his body, David didn’t know how it was possible to take it and not be torn to pieces.

  Then again, maybe that was the point. David wouldn’t put it past Blake to watch and grin as Brick mounted some poor guy and absolutely ruined his hole. David pictured it – pictured himself being the one getting fucked – and the thought was way more appealing than it should be.

  “Come on, let’s go to bed,” Adam said, interrupting David’s musing and reminding him how tired he was. David allowed Adam to steer him toward the stairs, feeling horrifically unsteady as he climbed the wooden steps, and into a large master bedroom.

  Adam stripped, kicking off his boots and pushing them up against the wall, raising his brow. “You going to take off that jacket or are you going to sleep in it?”

  Startled, David unzipped the jacket and draped it over the back of the armchair facing the empty fireplace. His fingers itched to lift up and take the gag out of his mouth, but he knew that doing so would only push Adam to make him even more uncomfortable. He turned and watched Adam, waiting for further instructions.

  Naked, Adam ran his hand through his hair, his half hard cock dangling between his strong thighs. If David hadn’t been so tired he would have gotten down on his knees right then and there and worshiped the muscles, cock and big balls that were so gloriously on display.

  “Slut,” Adam grinned, reaching down and scratching his balls before coming toward him. David didn’t bother to deny it, and when Adam grabbed his wrist to pull him toward the bed he didn’t resist.

  “Let’s take this off,” Adam murmured, reaching behind him and unbuckling the strap holding his gag in place. David worked his jaw, drying off the wet corners of his mouth with his hand while Adam undid the rest of the buckles keeping the head-harness in place.

  “Thanks,” David said, happy that he wouldn’t have to sleep with the bit between his teeth.

  “I want you between my legs with your mouth on my cock while I go to sleep,” Adam explained, because of course he couldn’t just be nice. “Keeping my cock snug and warm like a good little cockwarmer.”

  “You do have a nice dick,” David said, letting his ass drop down on the mattress. It was a relief to be off his feet, and the idea of sleeping with his head between Adam’s legs with his fat cock resting in his mouth wasn’t at all unappealing.

  “Thanks,” Adam said, grinning and getting under the covers. He pushed the comforter away, patting the space between his legs and gesturing for David to climb between them.

  Nosing his way up Adam’s thigh, David couldn’t help comparing him to Hector. He smelled cleaner, the musk of his crotch less intense, and the overwhelming scent of leather was absent. He was also bulkier, thighs thicker around than Hector’s leaner legs.

  It was familiar, and David wasted no time making himself comfortable. He pushed his way up between Adam’s thighs, the top of his head nestled under his taint, lying on his back so that he could let Adam’s cock come to rest over his face. He couldn’t really take it into his mouth in this position, but he knew that Adam wouldn’t mind.

  He arched his neck and gave the hardening length a kiss, pushing his tongue out and licking the underside of the impressive manhood, wanting to taste.

  Adam let out a groan, reaching down and pressing his length down on David’s cheek. The feeling of his broad palm pushing the thick tube of flesh down against the side of his nose, fingers curling under his jaw, balls draping over his forehead, made David feel practically giddy with arousal.

  Adam knew exactly how he liked to be smothered.

  “That’s where you belong,” Adam growled, pushing down harder. “Under my fucking cock.”

  Adam moved his fingers up over David’s chin, finding his mouth and pushing inside. His fingers tasted familiar, rubbing over David’s teeth and gums, pushing deeper toward the back of his throat before coming to rest on his tongue.

  He kept his hand there, four fingers in David’s mouth, filling up his mouth like a claim.

  Sucking, teasing Adam’s knuckles with his teeth, David closed his eyes and enjoyed the heat of his fiancé’s body all around him. He loved the feeling of his mouth being invaded, near to choking, the weight of Adam’s cock heavy on his face.

  It took him by surprise when Adam reached over and pulled the covers back over his body, bathing him in warm darkness. The comforter wasn’t long enough to cover David’s legs, his feet sticking off the end of the mattress, but with the boots on there was little chance of him getting cold.

  “Good night,” Adam said, pulling his fingers out of David’s mouth and patting his cheek. He pulled his hand away, thighs tightening in on either side of David’s head, leaving his cock sandwiched between David’s face and the fluffy down comforter.

  “Night,” David mumbled, closing his eyes and letting the comforting scent of Adam’s body carry him off to sleep.

  3

  Blake

  When Blake made his way down to the stable at five thirty in the morning, wanting to get a head start on David and lay down the law, as it were, he was disgusted but not surprised when David was nowhere to be found.

  It was bad enough that Wentworth couldn’t stomach leaving his precious sub tied up with Spike and D for the night, but that even Hector was too much for him was just pathetic.

  Turning around, Blake made his way across the room to Oliver’s stall. Leaning on the door, leather jacket creaking as he rested on his elbows, he grinned down at the sleeping boy.

  “Wake up,” Blake ordered, voice casual, reaching into the stall and grabbing the chain connected to the boy’s collar and giving it a rough yank.

  Oliver jerked awake with a shout, hand moving up to his collar before glaring at Blake in understanding.

  “You don’t get to look at me like that,” Blake said, giving the chain another rough tug. “Now get up, I feel like hurting someone.”

  “Asswipe,” Oliver mumbled, getting to his knees and pushing up onto his feet. Opening the stall door, Blake unlocked the chain from the wall and wrapped it around his fist, pulling Oliver out and toward the St. Andrew’s cross propped up in front of the fucking bench.

  The fact that the cross was just outside Brick’s stall, giving him a prime view of Oliver’s suffering, was not an accident.

  “Arms up,” Blake ordered, punching him hard in the gut when he didn’t obey fast enough. Oliver doubled over, breath knocked out of him, gasping as Blake grabbed him by the hair and forced him upright.

  “Arms up,” Blake repeated, and this time Oliver was quick to comply. Blake cuffed his wrists to the cross, kicking his legs apart and doing the same to his ankles.

  Spread out and vulnerable, Oliver stared up at him with a mix of nerves and defiance. Blake curled his hand into a fist and tapped it lightly against the boy’s taut abs.

  “It wasn’t what I had planned, but maybe we should spend some time toughening up your belly.” Blake rubbed his knuckle up and down Oliver’s abdomen, loving the way he tensed up in fear. “Would you like that?”

  Oliver shook his head.

  “No?” Blake punched him, not quite as hard as before, but enough to make him grunt in pain. “You don’t like it when I do that? What about this?”

  Blake grabbed his balls, wrapping his sizable fist around the tender orbs and yanking them down with a vicious twist. “Is this better?”

  “No!” Oliver gritted out, face scrunched up in pain.

  Blake pulled down harder. “You want to go back to working on your abs?”

  “Yes!” Oliver shouted, thighs trying and failing to turn inward to protect his abused nuts.

  “
What was that?” Blake couldn’t keep the enjoyment out of his growl. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and saw that the noise had woken Brick. The huge man was standing by the door of his stall, leaning on the smooth wood, looking hungry.

  “Yes, sir!” Oliver cried.

  “That’s a good little cunt,” Blake smirked, dropping the balls. “Isn’t he, Brick?”

  Blake turned to grin at Brick, Oliver following his gaze. Brick was dressed in head to toe leather, huge and menacing like some kind of dystopian police officer, and Oliver’s eyes widened at the sight of him.

  “You want a go, Brick?” Blake asked, punching Oliver’s abs for a third time. “I think he secretly likes it.”

  Brick nodded, licking his lips as his gloved hand disappeared down – presumably to wrap around his monster of a cock.

  “Sound good, Oliver? You want Brick to take a turn wrecking your abs?”

  Oliver looked conflicted, turning to look at Brick like he couldn’t decide if this was an amazing or terrible development.

  “Can’t he just fuck me?”

  Blake barked out a laugh at the plaintive question, shaking his head and grabbing Oliver’s jaw and squeezing. “If he wants to fuck you, that’s his business, but right now I want to see him breaking your abs.” He turned to Brick. “You want to end your punishment early and help me hurt this kid?”

  Brick didn’t hesitate, nodding and placing his hands on top of the door while he stared at Oliver with eager anticipation. His leather-clad fingers looked huge, the well-worn gloves making them seem even bigger than they were.

  “All right,” Blake said, unlocking the stall. Brick pushed the door open and stomped the few steps over to where Oliver was suspended on the cross, moving so that his booted feet were planted between Oliver’s legs, hand coming up to cup his cheek.

  Brushing over his lip, gloved thumb enormous as it pressed for entry, Brick curled his other hand into a fist and positioned it over Oliver’s abs. His bicep bulged, straining the leather of his suit, and Blake’s cock was rock hard as he watched Brick pull the fist back and slam it into Olive’s unprotected gut.

  Mouth opened in a breathless scream, Oliver tried to hunch over. Brick grinned, pushing his thumb into Oliver’s mouth and using the grip on his jaw to push his face back. He leaned down, huge body hunching over to reach, and placed a messy kiss on the corner of Oliver’s mouth next to his thumb.

  “I really don’t get why he likes you,” Blake commented, watching as Brick held Oliver by his jaw and punched him again. Brick’s cock was rock hard, the fat head leaking pre-cum onto Oliver’s stomach as it bobbed and bumped against his stomach.

  Brick shot him an offended look, pressing his cock into Oliver’s stomach and grinding against him for a few seconds before pulling back and punching him again.

  Gasping for breath, tears wetting his cheeks, Oliver closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wooden cross. Brick withdrew his thumb from his mouth, petting his cheek and sling his hand down to grip his shoulder almost like he was comforting him.

  “He likes it,” Brick growled, surprising Blake into taking a step back. Brick had a deep, growling voice, but he almost never used it, a remnant from when he spent his days as a stud-puppy. “His dick is hard.”

  Blake was about to scoff, but sure enough when he looked down at Oliver’s cock it was hard and leaking.

  It hadn’t done that when Blake was the one punching him.

  “Well fuck, he is,” Blake said, hooking his thumbs in his belt and studying the obviously turned on boy. “Well that’s no fun. Take him down and strap him over the bench and then put him in a humbler. Let’s see how much he likes you when you’re paddling his balls.”

  Oliver groaned, making Blake grin. He’d like to see Oliver trying to enjoy this.

  4

  Adam

  Adam woke up feeling well rested and happy, the bright morning sun shining through the window and hitting him right in the face.

  David was half on top of him with, his head resting on Adam’s shoulder, drooling and clinging to Adam like he was a giant teddy bear.

  Needing to piss, Adam tried to wriggle out from his clingy fiancée, but when he moved David off his shoulder the younger man blinked his eyes open and frowned at being jostled from his sleep.

  “What?” he mumbled, lifting his head and looking around.

  “I need to piss,” Adam explained, getting off the bed. He stared down at David, cute ass on display, the base of the fat plug he’d shoved in the day before poking out from between his cheeks. “And you need to clean out your ass so that I can fuck you.”

  “Now?” David complained, pulling Adam’s pillow under his head and burrowing his face into it.

  “Yes, now,” Adam confirmed. He leaned down and smacked David’s ass, making him yelp and pull away to the other side of the mattress.

  A red handprint bloomed on his ass, prettier than any flower.

  “All right, you don’t have to hit me,” David whined, swinging his feet off the mattress and trying to stand up. He pushed off the bed, making an effort to find his balance in the cruel boots, but then fell right back down.

  Adam walked around the bed and helped him up, keeping a steadying hand under his arm as he led him to the bathroom.

  David hissed in pain as Adam pulled the plug out of his ass, looking over his shoulder as Adam bent down and pulled apart his cheeks to inspect his hole.

  “What’s the damage?” he asked, making Adam laugh.

  “You’re fine,” Adam said, pushing him toward the shower and letting him stand with his hands against the wall right outside the stall. He grabbed the hose with the enema attachment from inside the shower and shoved it into David’s ass. “Try not to spill.”

  Turning on the water, Adam smirked as David jumped at the sensation of cold water suddenly shooting into his gut. He pushed the smooth nozzle of the enema attachment about an inch deeper into his hole, using it to fuck him as cold water blasted inside of him.

  “Your balls are back to normal,” he commented, reaching between David’s legs and feeling the sack. Considering how swollen it had been the day before it was remarkable how normal it felt now.

  “Good,” David mumbled. “It was weird.”

  “It was hot,” Adam corrected. “And I liked it.”

  David made a disgruntled sound, shifting on his feet and looking over his shoulder. “Are you almost done?”

  Reaching around to feel along David’s stomach, rubbing over the flat expanse of his abs, Adam held the enema hose fast with one hand as he pressed his body close and hugged David from behind. He leaned in and pressed his lips to David’s ear. “Your belly isn’t even a little bloated, baby. What do you think?”

  “I think that I’m about to have a cramp,” David gritted out, sounding anything but pleased as he shifted minutely from foot to foot. “And I think that you’re a massive asshole.”

  Adam laughed. He had intended to stop the water at the first sign of a bulge to David’s stomach, but after that comment he was going to fill him close to bursting.

  “Want you to look pregnant,” Adam growled, pushing down on David’s stomach and biting his neck. “Want to fill you until you pop.”

  A worried sound worked its way up David’s throat, muffled when Adam put his hand over his mouth and held him tight against his chest.

  A squirt of water escaped David’s ass, wetting Adam’s hand and making him curse.

  “I told you not to fucking spill!” he growled, anger completely feigned, yanking the nozzle out and stepping away from the spray of water that shot out of David’s ass. “Bad boy!”

  He smacked David’s ass twice, once on each cheek, walking over to the cabinet and getting the enema nozzle with the inflatable bulb on it. If David couldn’t keep the water in without help, then Adam was going to help him.

  The new nozzle was considerably bigger than the first, and Adam spent a few minutes looking for lube so that he could shove
it in without actually tearing David’s hole. While he searched for the lube, David sweated and gritted his teeth as he struggled to hold the water still inside of him.

  “Can I go to the toilet?” David begged, his legs shaking and his face twisted in a grimace.

  “No.” Adam found the lube and prepped the new nozzle, shoving it into David’s hole with a rough jab and quickly inflating the bulb inside of him. “Try pushing the water out.”

  David grit his teeth and pushed, but not a drop of water escaped his plugged up ass. Adam grinned, grabbing a towel and cleaning up the mess that had escaped David’s ass before turning the water back on.

  “You can take it,” Adam murmured, stroking David’s belly as his insides slowly filled with cold water. He had slowed the speed of the flow, wanting to give David’s body time to adjust to the enormous amount of liquid being pumped inside of him. “Just relax.”

  David was sweating profusely, his belly taut and tight as it expanded to accommodate the enema.

  Adam tapped on it like a drum, enjoying the way his hand made David whimper and cry.

  “Is that enough?” he asked finally, David shaking and moaning in agony.

  “Please, yes, fuck it’s enough,” David cried.

  “Are you sure?” Adam teased, wrapping David into a tight hug and pushing down on his stomach.

  “Daddy, please, it hurts,” David cried, sounding beautifully broken and pathetic. It was enough to have Adam’s cock throbbing in pleasure, and the use of the word daddy went right to his balls.

  “All right, whatever my pretty pony boy wants.” Adam turned off the water, turning David around and standing him up against the wall. His belly jutted out, obscene and unnatural, and for a minute Adam just stood there taking it in.

  “What if I kept you like this?” he asked, taking a step closer and caressing David’s cheek with the back of his hand. “Bloated and hurting and unable to do anything to make it better. Wouldn’t that be fun?”