Honor/Obey: The Complete Collection

by Heart, D. J.

  “Misha, Amy and I are going to Vegas for my bachelor party weekend,” David said, looking at him like he was particularly dense. “Which, by the way, if I’m still sore tomorrow I’m going to be so pissed at you.”

  “But tomorrow is Thursday,” Adam protested.

  “So?” David took a sip of orange juice, a wet sheen covering his upper lip when he put down the glass.

  “That’s not the weekend.”

  Adam had only prepared himself for two days without David.

  “It’s basically the weekend,” David said, a slow grin forming. “Why, are you going to miss me?”

  “I’m going to miss beating your ass,” Adam grumbled, a faint blush spreading on his cheeks.

  “You are going to miss me,” David teased. “That’s so cute!”

  “I’ll be too busy to miss you,” Adam said, shaking his head. “I’m having my bachelor party this weekend too.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  “Yes, I am.” Adam gave David’s leg a little kick under the table. “Derek is throwing it for me at the Blue Room.”

  “At the club?” David didn’t look happy. “Why?”

  “Because we co-founded it and it’s a nice place that we both enjoy?” Adam caught David’s foot between his own and held it still. “Why do you ask?”

  “I don’t know… What kind of party is it?”

  Adam realized that David was jealous, and the realization couldn’t have made him happier.

  “There might be a show, or a demonstration, but I won’t be cheating on you if that’s what you’re asking.”

  “It’s not,” David protested.

  “Because I wouldn’t cheat on you, just like you wouldn’t cheat on me, right?”

  “Right.”

  David seemed happy, and Adam matched his grin with one of his own.

  “Good.” Adam released David’s foot and rose from the table. “I have to get to work. I’ll see you tonight, yeah?”

  “See you,” David said, standing up and coming around the table to give Adam a kiss. “Have fun!”

  “I’ll try,” Adam said, giving David one more kiss before heading out the door. “I’ll see you tonight!”

  1

  David

  David accepted a drink from the flight attendant, nodding his thanks before turning back to Misha. The first class seats were roomy and comfortable, the leather padding giving just the right support, and even though Amy was miffed at not flying private, David didn’t mind.

  For a trip like this – one where there were a dozen commercial flights available a day – taking a private plane just seemed too wasteful.

  Amy did not agree, though it didn’t matter in the end. All three of them had lost access to the jets owned by their families. Up until the year before they’d been able to borrow Misha’s uncle’s jet if they planned around his schedule, but after they accidentally got the plane confiscated in a drug bust Misha’s uncle had joined the rest of their families in refusing them access.

  “I’m surprised Adam let you come this weekend,” Misha said, downing his vodka tonic in one go and gesturing at the flight attendant for another.

  “He’s not that bad,” David defended his soon to be husband.

  Misha snorted. “He’s like a villain out of a Hallmark movie.”

  David furrowed his brow. What was that supposed to mean?

  “He’s controlling,” Misha explained at David’s look of confusion. “He’s the kind of guy who’d go through your phone.”

  There wasn’t much David could say to that, so he shrugged and said nothing. Adam was controlling, there was no denying that, but David didn’t feel like it was suffocating. Most of Adam’s heavy handedness involved forcing David to take better care of himself.

  “He just doesn’t like me getting too drunk or getting high.” David brushed his hand through his hair. “It’s not unreasonable for him to expect me to act like an adult.”

  Misha groaned, and David sighed. “What?”

  “You’re like a pod person!” Amy called from across the aisle. “Who are you and what have you done with my fun friend David?”

  David laughed. “I’m back for one weekend only.” He turned to Misha. “So what do you have planned, exactly?”

  Misha grabbed him by the neck and squeezed, grinning. “Wholesome fun, David. Nothing but pure, good old-fashioned American wholesome fun.”

  David laughed.

  * * *

  After touching down at McCarran Airport there was a car waiting for them to take them to their hotel.

  It always amazed David how close the Las Vegas airport was to the city. All in all it took them just half an hour from they got off the plane until they were driving down The Strip. David looked out the window and grinned. He loved how gaudy Vegas was – how unapologetically too much – the lights and excess overwhelming.

  “The Mirage?” he asked when the car stopped at the light before entrance to The Mirage, standing in the exit only lane. “Why not The Wynn like usual?”

  It was Amy who answered. “Because Misha put me in charge of booking the room and I wanted a villa. Besides, the service here is pretty good.”

  David just smiled, not mentioning that he was pretty sure that The Wynn had villas too, watching as they drove past the giant volcano in front of the hotel. It was in the process of spewing lava, and the sound coming off the whole thing was impressive.

  “She got it for free,” Misha explained, making Amy kick his leg.

  “Thanks Amy,” David said. He was sure that The Mirage would be just fine for the three of them.

  “You’re welcome,” Amy replied, rummaging through her purse for her phone. She fished it out and turned it toward David and Misha, taking a picture. The flash made David blink.

  “What was that for?” he asked, gesturing for her to show him the screen of her phone.

  It was Misha who answered, putting his arm around him and hugging him into a noogie. “It’s the before picture, obviously.”

  Wrestling free, David laughed. “All right, all right. You guys are hilarious.”

  The car pulled up outside the main entrance to the hotel. An older man was there to greet them when they stepped out of the car, directing two porters to take their bags before whisking them off to their villa.

  David was unsurprised to find that it was just as nice as he’d expected, and even though Misha pretended to turn his nose up at it, he could tell that his friend wasn’t displeased.

  “So, go get changed and reconvene here in half an hour?” Amy said, clapping her hands together.

  “All right,” David said, taking a seat on the living room sofa. “What’s the vibe?”

  “Slutty rich boy’s last night on the town,” Misha said, sitting down next to him and slapping him on the thigh. “Wear that blue suit you wore at Amy’s last birthday. It makes your ass look fantastic.”

  “That’s because my ass is fantastic,” David explained, standing up – mostly to get away from Misha’s hand on his thigh. “Right Amy?”

  “It’s a work of art,” Amy said, grinning. “Very squeezable.”

  “Very,” Misha agreed.

  David turned to him. “Just to be clear, I’m not fucking anyone this weekend. Not you, not Amy and not anyone else.”

  David knew that with Misha it was best to be direct. His friend didn’t really get offended, and navigating their friendship required clear communication.

  “But we found you the perfect escort!” Misha protested, pouting. “He’s like seven feet tall and built like a brick shithouse. You’d love him.”

  David narrowed his eyes, and Misha’s face held on to its pout for all of three seconds before he broke out laughing. He stood up and clapped David on the shoulder.

  “Relax, we know that you’re mister monogamous now. We’ve hired strippers, but that’s it. Don’t worry.”

  David let out a sigh of relief. For a second there he’d believed that Misha had hired a prostitute. It wouldn’t
be out of character for his impulsive friend to try to tempt him away from Adam – and a seven foot tall bodybuilder would be just the way to do it.

  “You’re funny,” David said, punching Misha on the arm. “I’m going to get changed. See you back here in thirty.”

  David went to his room and got changed, spending most of his allotted time styling his hair and trying to make it look casually effortless. Before heading back into the living room he noticed that his shoe had a smudge on it, and so he went into the bathroom to wipe it off.

  Heading into the living room he found Misha leaning by the glass door to the patio, wearing too tight pants, a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and his chest on display, and a shark tooth on a leather thong.

  He couldn’t help but laugh.

  “I look good!” Misha protested, pushing away from the glass and doing a little spin. It was true. The pants hugged his ass like they were in love, and the unbuttoned shirt showed off the swell of Misha’s impressive pecs.

  “You look like a very expensive escort,” David said.

  Misha tilted his head, and by the look on his face he was taking that as a compliment.

  “Where’s Amy?” David asked, even though he knew the answer. It was just like Amy to say that they would meet up in thirty minutes, only to then spend twice that time getting ready.

  “Probably putting on lashes or something,” Misha said, taking a seat on the couch. “Making herself look extra pretty.”

  “So what’s the plan for tonight?” David asked, sitting down on the other side of the couch. “Other than ‘wholesome fun?’”

  “It’s a surprise.” Misha looked at him, smirking. “You’ll have fun, I promise.”

  Before David could reply, his phone buzzed with a text from Adam.

  Having fun yet? X

  Grinning, David sent off a reply letting Adam know that he was at the hotel and that he was waiting for Amy to get ready. He then asked what Adam was up to.

  Watching porn and jerking off.

  David’s balls pulled tight at the mental image Adam’s text conjured, only for his cock to twitch violently when Adam sent him an actual image of his cock.

  Thick and veiny, Adam’s masculine hand wrapped tight around the shaft, David’s mouth watered with need. He stared at the massive cock, wet with pre-cum, quickly angling the phone away when Misha scooted over to see what had him so enraptured.

  “Holy fuck, no wonder you’re so whipped. That thing is huge,” Misha exclaimed, trying to grab the phone for a better look. David quickly turned off the screen and hugged it to his chest.

  “Don’t look at my phone!” he exclaimed, curling forward while Misha tried to get it away from him.

  “But I want to see!” Misha said, tickling his side in an effort to make him let go. David let out a loud laugh, but he kept hold of his phone.

  “What exactly are you two doing?”

  David looked up to see Amy staring at them, looking gorgeous in a slinky black dress and strappy heels.

  “Adam sent David a dick pick,” Misha said, stopping his attempt to wrestle David’s phone away from him. “It’s huge!”

  “Let me see,” Amy said, calm as ever, coming over to peer at David’s screen.

  “No!” David said, putting the phone in his pocket. “I’m not showing you Adam’s dick! That’s insane.”

  “Fine, be that way,” Amy said, not even mildly disappointed. “Are you guys ready to go?”

  “We were ready ten minutes ago,” Misha said, his voice tart.

  “Good,” Amy took her phone out of her purse and sent off a text, her phone beeping with the reply just a few seconds later. “The car is waiting. Let’s go.”

  Making sure he had his phone, ID and money, David sent off a quick text to Adam letting him know he was heading out. Putting his phone away in his pocket, he followed Amy and Misha out of the villa and to the car waiting for them.

  He was looking forward to seeing what they had planned.

  2

  Adam

  Adam was disappointed when he didn’t get a response to the picture he sent David. Going back and checking the message, he confirmed that the picture was just as hot as he’d thought it was. Thick, hard and veiny – aggressive and proud – his cock was a work of art. There was no reason for David not to respond enthusiastically.

  Annoyed, Adam picked up the TV remote and pressed play on his porno. He leaned back and took a hold of his cock, working his hot length as he watched Clay Bolton’s massive body come into the frame. The bodybuilder had a handsome twink trapped under his boot, foot planted firmly on the kid’s neck, and he was laying into him with a thick leather belt.

  Adam didn’t know which sound he liked more: the belt smacking down on the kid’s back, or the whimpering cries that came after.

  Scooting down into the couch, putting his bare feet up on the coffee table, Adam kept on jerking off. Occasionally he used his free hand to tease his nipples or cup his balls, reaching down and massaging his taint, but mostly he focused on his shaft.

  Though he had sensitive nipples, Adam liked it best when other people played with them. There were few things that felt better than having some cute thing crushed against his meaty pecs, nursing on his nipples.

  He worked his cock with lazy strokes, in no rush to come, enjoying the sight of Clay Bolt destroying yet another twink. It was a nice tease for what he had to look forward to at his bachelor party.

  About twenty minutes after sending off his text, Adam’s phone buzzed with an incoming message. Dropping his cock, Adam stretched across the couch and picked up his phone. He grinned at the sight of David’s name on his screen.

  He really hoped he had sent him a picture.

  Opening the message, Adam was disappointed. David made no mention of the awesome photo Adam had sent him, and instead simply told him that he and his friends had arrived and that they were heading out for the evening. Still, Adam was glad that David was thinking of him and keeping him in the loop.

  Not that he really needed to. Adam had arranged for David to be well looked after for the duration of his trip.

  Adam was about to put his phone down when a second text came in, this time from the bodyguard Adam had hired to trail David and make sure he didn’t get into trouble. His name was Pavel, and he was texting to let Adam know that David had left the hotel, confirming what David had already told him.

  Adam had gotten the bodyguard’s name from Rex’s head of security – the best person Adam knew for this kind of matter – and when he’d contacted him he seemed to be exactly what Adam was looking for. He would stay back and out of sight, observing David and his friends from a distance, and only intervene if David was about to do something illegal or likely to cause a scandal.

  That, or if David got too intimate with someone who wasn’t Adam.

  Adam didn’t expect David to cheat on him, but if he did, Pavel was authorized to put a stop to it by whatever means necessary.

  Reaching back for his cock, Adam’s stomach clenched with possessive heat and rage at the very idea of David letting other men use his body without Adam’s permission.

  Adam should have put David in a chastity cage before letting him leave. It would have made the weekend infinitely more tolerable to know that David’s cock was locked up and useless.

  David would look adorable with his cock locked away. Adam decided that once his handsome fiancé came back, whether he’d been good or bad in Vegas, his cock was getting locked up.

  Adam would tie him down on the bed, not explaining a thing, and after edging and milking him until he was soft and useless and begging not to be touched, he’d lock him up and explain to him that he wouldn’t have another orgasm until they were married.

  Thinking about it was enough to push Adam over the edge. His abs clenched, sparks of pleasure shooting up his groin, and with a grunt of pleasure he sprayed his stomach with come.

  It felt amazing.

  Milking the last few drops from his
cock, palm wet and sticky, Adam shuddered and swiped his thumb over his sensitive cock-head.

  It never ceased to amaze him just how good it felt to come.

  He took a picture of the mess covering his abs and sent it to David, along with a message that he wished he was there to lick it up. Again there was no reply, and Adam let out a sigh of disappointment. If David’s cock were locked up he’d probably be far more eager to please, responding to all of Adam’s texts promptly.

  Turning off the TV, cutting off Clay just as he wrapped the belt around the twink’s neck and lifted him off the floor, Adam headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Before he got off the couch he rubbed the come on his stomach into his abs to prevent him from leaving a trail of ejaculate on the floor, the pungent scent of his own release wafting up to his nose and making him grin.

  Adam had always enjoyed the smell of his own come.

  Standing under the warm spray, relishing the sensation of his washcloth brushing over his spent cock, Adam cleaned himself off and wondered what kind of chastity device he should get for David.

  His first instinct was to get something severe and heavy – gleaming stainless steel – but then he pictured David in a pretty pink plastic cage, and the decision was made.

  Not one for girlish things, David would be far more humiliated by something pretty and pink than he would be by stainless steel. Add some pretty panties and stockings to the mix and David’s humiliation would be complete.

  Adam could picture it. David would blush and try to cover himself, his lips quivering and his eyes glazing with tears, and Adam would stand behind him and force him to look at himself in the mirror, telling him all the while what a pretty little slut he was.

  It would be glorious.

  Stepping out of the shower and drying off, Adam put on a robe and went to his computer.

  He had some shopping to do.

  3

  David