by D. J. Heart
“Hm?” David looked up, the question clear on his face.
“You’ve never heard of figging?” Adam asked.
David shook his head and Adam bared his teeth in a cruel smile.
“Well then, you’re about to learn what it is. Don’t go anywhere.”
Chuckling at his own joke, Adam left David in the bathtub and headed into the kitchen. He found the ginger and carved a small plug, returning to the bathroom where David lay in wait.
“Let me just pull down your pants,” Adam said, reaching beneath David’s body to undo his fly so that he could tug the tight jeans down over his ass. He nestled the slim ginger plug in David’s crack, pushing it down and aiming the tip at his greedy little hole.
“You don’t need lube for this, right?” Adam asked, pushing against the dry opening.
“Uh uh,” David voiced his protest.
“Okay, I’ll be nice,” Adam laughed, grabbing the lube and drizzling it down between David’s cheeks. He coated the ginger and lined it up against David’s hole, pressing it in with a quick shove.
Moving fast, Adam reached down and pulled David’s jeans back up, using his thumb to press at the base of the ginger plug to make sure it stayed in place. Adam had made sure to carve the plug with as wide a base as possible and a thin neck so that it would stay put once he shoved it in.
Standing up, Adam waited for the juice in the plug to start aggravating the sensitive lining of David’s hole.
He didn’t have to wait long. In less than a minute David started squirming, writhing around the tub and thrusting his hips like that was going to dislodge the ginger inside of him. He shouldn’t be in pain yet – ginger was slow to get truly painful, starting with a gentle warming that gradually built up into something horrible – but David was unfamiliar with the sensation and that was probably why he was reacting so dramatically.
Adam couldn’t wait to see how he’d take it when it actually started to hurt.
Taking out his cock, lifting the thick length out of his briefs along with his balls, Adam stroked himself off to the sight of David jerking around in the tub, whimpering and looking up over his shoulder with pleading eyes.
Denying the implicit plea for mercy just made Adam’s cock harder, each little whimper and cry of discomfort making his belly clench with hot desire.
Looking down at his bound captive, Adam could tell the exact moment the ginger went from uncomfortable to painful. David got more panicked, his movements jerkier and the tugs on his bound limbs more insistent, his moans and whimpers turning into actual cries of pain.
“I like you like this,” Adam growled, his orgasm inching closer. Working his cock with firm strokes, paying extra attention to the sensitive ridge on the underside of his head, he watched David suffer.
It was better than anything he’d ever seen at the club.
“You like hurting for me, baby? Do you like hurting for your daddy?”
When David didn’t answer, Adam climbed into the tub and slid down to sit in front of his face. The tight space meant that David’s head ended up in his lap, Adam’s muscular legs bracketing his body, his cock pressing a line against David’s cheek and dripping down into his hair.
Adam reached down and smacked his ass hard, making him clench down on the plug in his ass.
David cried out, tears running down his cheeks. He thrashed violently, eyes wild, bucking like a wild horse tied down for the first time.
Adam brought his legs together, pushing his heels down on the back of David’s thighs and forcing him to stay still.
Panting, David looked up at him with desperation while he continued to struggle against the hold of Adam’s legs.
“Calm down, baby. Accept your punishment.” Adam combed his hand through David’s hair, the tender touch at odds with the pleasure he was deriving from the boy’s suffering. “You’re hurting because you were bad and disobeyed your daddy. You deserve this.”
David keened, lowering his head and pressing his face into Adam’s thigh with his nose resting in the junction where the root of Adam’s cock met his groin. He huffed, sniffing softly like he was trying to use the scent of Adam’s balls to calm down.
It seemed to work, or maybe he was just getting used to the pain, but either way the wild thrashing gave way to a quivering calm.
“That’s my good puppy,” Adam crooned, stroking David’s hair, the touch serving double duty to keep his face pressed into the root of his junk. “Taking the pain for daddy.”
David whimpered again, a pleading sound that Adam ignored. Grabbing his cock he started to stroke himself, his hard member hot and throbbing, taking his time as he enjoyed the sound of David trying to endure the ginger irritating the inner lining of his hole.
“Next time you misbehave the ginger is going into your cock, too,” Adam said, lifting his thighs and clamping them around David’s neck. He grabbed him by the hair and tilted his head up with a cruel yank.
The sight of David’s face between his meaty thighs, cock lined up over his face, eyes glazed and expression wrecked was one of the prettiest things he’d ever seen.
Adam licked his lips and squeezed his thighs together.
“Think you could handle that, baby?” he asked, David looking at him with a horrified expression. The thought of having a ginger plug stuck up his cock was obviously not something that had occurred to him.
“No?” Adam grinned, squeezing his thighs together and choking David hard.
Adam had wrestled in high school and college, and he’d always enjoyed having a man trapped between his legs. At the sudden pressure on his neck, David let out a strangled cry, his body starting to flail.
Adam kept squeezing, clamping down harder until David was red in the face and his eyes bulged.
Relaxing his legs, Adam carded his hand through David’s hair and chuckled. “You look like a fucking tomato.”
David glared up at him, indignant, and Adam laughed and squeezed his thighs together again. “You think you get to look at me like that?” he asked, delivering an ineffectual slap to David’s face and squeezing tighter. “Think again.”
This time when Adam relaxed his legs, David tried to look contrite, but drunk as he was he wasn’t a good enough actor to pull it off.
It was fine. Adam would be nice and stop choking him, mostly because he was in the mood to come.
“Mouth on my balls,” he commanded, pushing David’s head down and aiming the hole of his mouth against his sack. He waited until he felt David’s tongue pushing against his heavy balls before he let go of his head and started jerking himself off with fast, noisy strokes.
Orgasm building fast, his cock throbbing in his hand, Adam’s gut clenched and he shot his load with a grunt of pleasure. Thick ropes of come sprayed over David’s head and back, each emission making Adam’s whole body tingle with intense pleasure.
Adam had always been a gusher, and he loved the way his load looked sprayed all over David’s body.
Marked and claimed, David belonged to him.
“You want to smell my come?” Adam asked, scooting back and smearing the head of his cock against David’s upper lip and under his nose, leaving it wet and shiny. “Want to taste?”
He pushed the head of his cock into David’s mouth, past the gag and letting it rest on the flat of his tongue. The ring in the gag was a tight fit, but he’d made sure when he bought it that it was wide enough to accommodate his cock.
Squeezing himself, Adam managed to milk a few drops of come into David’s mouth. David lapped it up, the rough drag of his tongue making Adam twitch and jerk as his over-sensitive cock protested the stimulation.
“You like that, baby?” Adam asked, keeping his cock in David’s mouth and stroking his hair. David made a noise that sounded like an assent, resting his head against Adam’s inner thigh and closing his eyes.
They stayed like that as Adam’s cock softened, David staying still except for the occasional whimper.
Adam knew from personal experience that the pot
ency of the ginger would be wearing off soon, but he was more than satisfied with the suffering he’d managed to inflict with the little root.
He grabbed David by the hair and tilted his head up, making sure his cock didn’t slip out of his mouth. “You doing okay, puppy?”
David just looked at him, unable to answer with his mouth stuffed and his head held still by Adam’s hand in his hair.
“Want me to take the ginger out of your hole?”
David made a loud noise low in his throat, which Adam interpreted as a very enthusiastic yes.
Standing up, his wet cock soft and cold now that it was no longer ensorcelled in the warm heat of David’s mouth, Adam stepped out of the tub and crouched down to pull down David’s jeans again. He removed the plug, throwing it in the trash and crouching back down to assess the state of David’s hole.
The small opening looked a little irritated, but it was nothing compared to what it looked like after Adam had fucked it. There was no gape, and Adam doubted that David would even feel it in the morning.
“Is that better?” he asked, happy to get credit for removing the ginger when it would have stopped working soon anyway.
“Ah ah,” David mumbled.
“Good. Now since you were such a good boy I’m going to take out the gag and let you sleep in the bed tonight.”
Adam untied David’s limbs and worked the gag out of his mouth. Now that he’d come, his desire to see David suffer all night was far outweighed by his desire to hold him while he slept.
It was selfishness rather than mercy, but David didn’t have to know that.
Standing David up, Adam removed the mittens and helped him undress. He directed him into the shower, standing just outside the stall while David stood under the spray with his eyes closed and hand leaning against the wall.
David seemed a little more sober now than when he’d come in, but Adam knew that he was still drunk as hell.
He felt a little guilty for giving in and playing with him while he was in this state. It was definitely not safe, sane and consensual, but he couldn’t really bring himself to care.
David seemed like he’d enjoyed himself, and Adam definitely had.
“You need help washing?” Adam asked when David made no move to reach for the body wash.
“Huh? David asked, opening his eyes and looking at Adam with a confused expression.
Adam smiled and pushed his briefs down, stepping out of them and into the shower to help David get properly clean.
Standing behind the younger man, Adam grabbed the body wash and poured a generous dollop across David’s shoulders and used his hands to rub it in.
Relaxing into the semi-massage, David sighed and let Adam touch and clean him as he willed. Breathing heavily and swaying under the force of Adam’s hands, he was obviously enjoying himself immensely.
Adam spent a good ten minutes lathering David up, tweaking his nipples and groping his balls, but avoiding his rock hard cock entirely.
David would not be coming until he was good and sober.
“All done,” Adam said when he’d finished rinsing David off. He directed him out of the shower and dried him off, David standing still like a prized dog being groomed by his owner, and then helped him brush his teeth. He made him drink a large glass of water and take an aspirin, all the while nuzzling into his throat with happy little kisses.
By the time they climbed into bed David was yawning and smiling happily, Adam lying down and pulling David into his arms and holding him tight.
“Are we going to play more in the morning?” David asked, sounding hopeful.
Adam snorted, fondness welling up inside of him. Tonight was supposed to have been punishment, not play.
He couldn’t bring himself to wish he’d been harsher.
“Are you going to be punished, do you mean?” Adam clarified, voice warm and happy. “Then yes, you’ve still got an enema and my belt waiting for you.”
“Okay,” David mumbled, sounding like that suited him perfectly. “Good night.”
“Good night,” Adam answered, listening as David’s breathing evened out and he fell asleep almost immediately.
Body warm against his chest, his nose nuzzled into silky hair smelling like shampoo and David, Adam closed his eyes and smiled.
2
David
“Good morning, puppy.”
David blinked his eyes open and stared at his fiancé, groggy and feeling incredibly hung over.
The night before he’d met up with Misha and Amy, and what was supposed to be a quiet night in had quickly morphed into a raging party with more beer and vodka than good sense.
He’d gotten so drunk.
“Did I dream it or did you hogtie me in the bathtub and put ginger up my butt?”
“Not a dream,” Adam said, climbing onto the bed and straddling David from over the covers. He lowered himself down on his elbows so that he hovered over David’s face, kissing his cheek and biting gently at his jaw. “Part one of your punishment. Are you ready for part two?”
David couldn’t help the way his cock twitched. He’d woken up hard, and Adam crawling on top of him like the world’s heaviest blanket had only made him harder.
“I’m hung over,” he complained, at the same time as he arched his hips and pressed his erection up against the bulk of Adam’s body.
“Because you got drunk,” Adam said, suddenly sounding a lot less friendly. He sat up, putting the bulk of his weight on David’s chest and glared down at him. David was surprised to see that he looked genuinely angry.
“I’m a grown up, Adam. I can get drunk if I want to.”
David tried to make his voice firm, but the effect was ruined by Adam grabbing him by the throat and squeezing down on his Adam’s apple.
“Is that what you think?” Adam asked, a dangerous glint in his eye. David swallowed, the action emphasizing the pressure on his throat and making his balls pull up in pleasure.
He didn’t get why this was turning him on so much.
“Yeah,” he said, looking Adam right in the eye.
Adam tilted his head and studied him. “I thought we were on the same page here, David. I’m in charge. If I tell you not to get drunk, you don’t get drunk.”
Annoyed and turned on in equal measure, David shook his head as much as the grip on his throat would allow. “You’re in charge in the bedroom, sure, but not in real life.”
Adam’s eyebrows rose up and he laughed. “You’re cute, but you’re wrong. I am in charge of you, in the bedroom and in real life.” The hand on his throat slid up to cup his cheek, a blunt thumb pushing into the corner of his mouth. “I own you.”
David didn’t know what to say. His cock was hard and he was turned on, but the sincerity in Adam’s voice was terrifying. David wasn’t a little kid or a pet and he didn’t want to be treated as one.
Did he?
“Red,” David blurted out, remembering that he had a safeword.
Adam frowned, but he withdrew his hand and climbed off David’s chest. He stood at the edge of the bed and stared down at him. “Really, David?”
“I just need to think,” David said, his heart hammering against his chest.
“All right. Come into the kitchen when you’re ready and we’ll talk.”
Adam left the room, and David was left feeling more confused than ever.
Did he want Adam to be in charge of him – to tell him what he could and couldn’t do?
David honestly didn’t know. So far Adam had taken charge a lot – in bed and out – but he hadn’t been a tyrant. When David told him he was going out with his friends, Adam hadn’t objected or told him he needed permission – all he’d done was instruct him not to drink himself into oblivion.
Sitting up, silky cotton surrounding him like a cloud of fluff, David hugged his chest and wondered what he was going to do.
It was nice, in a way, to have someone set limits. His mother had tried when his behavior started getting him into the gossi
p pages, but only after the fact and never very hard.
Telling him he had to get married and settled down to keep access to his trust had been a severe and unexpected escalation.
Heading into the bathroom, David washed his face and studied himself in the mirror. Though he was hung over he looked much better than he usually did after a night out drinking with Misha and Amy.
He thought back to the night before. He remembered Adam standing behind him, strong arms around him, muscular pecs pushing into his back, and felt warmth spreading in his belly.
Being taken care of – being cuddled and coddled – made him feel better than he ever had before. Safe and able to just let go, the feeling of taking a break from having to worry or think for himself while Adam made him feel good was intoxicating.
It was dangerous, how quickly he could get used to that sort of care.
What if Adam got bored or found out that David wasn’t worth the effort? What would he do then?
The thought made him look away from his reflection with a frown.
He didn’t want to find out.
Gathering his thoughts, David put on a pair of sweats and a comfortable t-shirt and headed out in search of Adam. He found him in the kitchen, right where he’d said he was going to be.
“Feeling okay?” Adam asked, cradling a cup of coffee in both hands and leaning his elbows on the table. The position showcased his muscular forearms, big hands and broad shoulders. He really was annoyingly good looking.
“Sure,” David said, sitting down on the other side of the table. “I just got a little overwhelmed for a second there.”
“Because I said I own you?” Adam asked, smiling like they were sharing an inside joke.
“No,” David said, honestly. “I guess I just… I feel guilty for disappointing you and I freaked out.”
Saying it out loud David knew that he’d come to the right conclusion. Adam wasn’t overbearing in his domination, and the truth was that David liked it. He liked the limits, the expectations and the feeling when Adam told him he’d been good.
Realizing that Adam was genuinely disappointed in his behavior had been a shock.
