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  Honor/Obey

  Part 3: The Bad Puppy

  D.J. Heart

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Also by D.J. Heart

  1

  Adam

  The next few days Adam dialed back the intensity. He released David from the chastity cage – rewarding him for his endurance with a very messy blowjob – and put the mittens and collar back in the closet for the time being.

  The last thing he wanted was for David to get overwhelmed and start pulling away. Adam would keep things vanilla – or at least some semblance thereof – until David himself indicated that he was ready to take things to the next level.

  It was no great sacrifice. David was good company, funny and effortlessly charming, and Adam genuinely enjoyed spending time with him. Besides, David was a kinky fucker at heart, and Adam knew that if he played the long game things were much more likely to end up how he wanted them.

  All he had to do was let things play out naturally.

  “So you’re actually going through with it?” Derek Breer, one of the co-founders of the Blue Room, asked from his position next to him on the couch.

  It was a Friday night, and with David once again out having fun with his friends, Adam had decided to spend his evening at the club taking in the Friday night show.

  Running into Derek had been a pleasant surprise.

  Derek was a handsome stud in his early fifties, with thick black hair and a classically handsome face that meant he had no problem attracting women even without mentioning the fact that he was on the verge of becoming a billionaire. His body was toned from healthy eating, daily efforts in the gym, and what Adam suspected was just a touch of plastic surgery. At the moment he sat sipping a glass of bourbon while a bound and gagged woman knelt at his feet. They were in the VIP section of the club’s viewing area, hidden from view from the rest of the audience, watching one of the in-house doms working over a volunteer with a nasty looking flogger.

  “With what?” Adam asked, taking a sip of his whiskey. He didn’t take his eyes off the woman getting flogged.

  “Marrying the Belvedere boy,” Derek clarified. He reached down and stroked the hair of the woman at his feet, making her shudder and close her eyes in pleasure. He closed his fist and tugged, making her moan.

  The noise earned her a gentle slap to the side of her head. She blushed, nudging her cheek against Derek’s thigh for forgiveness.

  “Why wouldn’t I?” Adam asked. He lifted an eyebrow and looked at the other man. “He’s gorgeous, submissive, and he comes bundled with a company worth billions. I’d be stupid not to snap him up.”

  Derek didn’t look convinced. “And he knows what he’s getting into with you?”

  Adam grinned, thinking of David all dressed up in puppy gear and crawling around on the floor. “He knows.”

  Derek seemed to accept that.

  “What about you?” Adam asked, studying his friend and his submissive for the evening. He’d never seen the girl before. “Are you and Celeste ever going to tie the knot?”

  Celeste was Derek’s girlfriend of ten years. They had an open relationship, fueled by their devoted love to each other and their respective love of bondage and younger men.

  Adam wasn’t sure how they made it work, but they did.

  “Nah, Celeste doesn’t want to get married.” Derek shrugged. “We’re happy with how things are now.”

  As if to demonstrate how happy, Derek grabbed his submissive by the back of her neck and pushed her face into the space between his thighs. Adam chuckled at the eager way she nosed against the bulge of his friend’s balls.

  It reminded him of how David liked to get between his legs. The boy had a thing for his scent, and Adam got just as much of a kick out of indulging him as David did pigging out.

  “As long as you’re happy,” he said, putting down his whiskey and once again turning his gaze to the stage. The volunteer getting flogged let out a cry of pain, making his cock twitch.

  “Right,” Derek agreed. He pushed the woman out from between his legs, nudging her into position with the toe of his shoe and then using her as a footstool. A little while later he nudged Adam’s shoulder to get his attention, grinning. “So am I allowed to throw you a bachelor party?”

  “A bachelor party?” Adam asked dubiously. The last time Derek had thrown him a party he’d hired a clown stripper to pop out of an enormous birthday cake and sing him happy birthday.

  Adam still had nightmares.

  David nodded, crossing his ankles over his submissive’s back. “I assume you’re making me best man, right?”

  Adam hadn’t actually thought that far ahead, but there was no one else he could think of he wanted to take on the job.

  “Of course.”

  “So it’s my job to throw you a party. I’ve got an idea I think you’ll enjoy.”

  Adam eyed him warily. For a man over fifty Derek could be remarkably immature.

  “No clowns,” he said, wondering why he wasn’t shutting this down now that he had the chance. “And no traveling. I’m not going to Vegas with you.”

  Derek grinned. “No clowns and I’ll keep it local, I promise.”

  Adam watched the rest of the show. The house dom, a muscular beast who sadly only ever played with women, bent the volunteer over a fucking-bench and looked out at the audience with a grin. He grabbed her by her legs and crouched down to eat her out, noisy and eager, before leaning back and resting on his haunches. He reached into a bucket filled with clothespins, grabbing a handful and attaching them one by one to the volunteer’s inner thighs.

  The volunteer writhed and whimpered, letting out a scream when the dom stood up and resumed flogging her, using the braided leather to remove the clothespins in a flurry of well aimed blows.

  Adam was hard as a rock, the hand not holding his drink resting over the bulge of his erection and squeezing it gently through his suit.

  The dom finished removing the clothespins with the flogger and the volunteer slumped over the bench with an exhausted look on her face. She was breathing heavily, the dom standing over her like a conquering hero, his chest rising and falling just as fast as hers; both of them glistening with sweat and looking ecstatically satisfied.

  Adam decided to head home.

  Normally he would have stayed after the show and found someone to take care of his erection, but now that he was with David that was out of the question. Just because he wanted to loan David out and watch him get fucked didn’t mean he wanted to cheat.

  Derek, rolling his eyes at Adam’s early departure, grabbed his sub by the hair and headed to the upper level to play.

  “I’ll get in contact about the where and when of your bachelor party,” he said before he left, the sly grin stretching his mouth making Adam nervous.

  It was obvious that Derek had some sort of plan.

  Adam drove home, and when he arrived back at his penthouse he wasn’t surprised to find it empty. It was only midnight, and David would probably be out for another few hours at least. Making his way into the bedroom, Adam got undressed and brushed his teeth before crawling into bed.

  He missed having David there to cuddle with.

  Thinking about his handsome young lover, Adam smiled to himself. He hoped that David was having fun with his friends, but also that he was being responsible and not getting too drunk.

  Adam would not accept a repeat of David’s last evening out.

  Drinking so much that you needed help getting from the car and into the apartment was completely unacceptable. Adam had made it very clear that if David came home fall-down drunk again there would be hell to pay – and not the fun kind.

  David had looked properly intimidated by the stern warning.

/>   Grabbing David’s pillow, Adam hugged it against his chest in a cheap imitation of what he really wanted to be holding. Closing his eyes, he tried to let his mind go blank, but after a few minutes it became clear that it was a lost cause.

  He couldn’t sleep.

  Changing sides, Adam tried to find a comfortable position, but without David in his arms – pinned and trapped between the bulk of Adam’s body and the mattress – it was impossible.

  Growling, Adam sat up and turned on the lights. Manhandling the pillows up against the headboard and sitting up, he grabbed the remote to the TV and turned it on. Flipping through the channels for something to watch, he almost missed the sounds coming from the hallway.

  David must have come home, he realized, and from the sound of it he was making his way down the hallway opening and closing every door he passed.

  Adam waited, and after a few seconds the bedroom door opened and David poked his head in. Flushed and stumbling, the younger man’s face split into a wide grin at the sight of Adam sitting on the bed.

  “You’re here!” David said, voice loud and making Adam cringe at how drunk he sounded. He stumbled into the room, taking off his jacket as he walked and letting it fall to the floor. “I’ve looked everywhere for you. James – did you know that your doorman is named James? – helped me find your apartment, but then I got in and there are so many doors. But here you are!”

  “Here I am,” Adam said, frowning as David tripped onto the bed. The drunken wretch crawled forward on his elbows, dragging himself up the mattress until he could rest his head in Adam’s lap.

  The stench of beer and vodka was overwhelming.

  “Can I suck your dick?” David asked, opening his eyes and looking up at Adam with a puppy dog expression. If Adam weren’t so annoyed that David had disobeyed him and gotten drunk, he would have found it charming.

  “No.”

  David pouted. “Please?”

  He tried to push his face down into Adam’s lap, but the comforter got in the way. He tried to reach up to pull the comforter down, but Adam grabbed him by the hair and gave the thick locks a harsh yank.

  “Not tonight, puppy.”

  Wounded eyes stared up at him balefully.

  “Why are you being so mean?” David asked, wincing at the grip in his hair. He tried to pull away, but Adam gripped him tighter, making him whimper.

  The noise made Adam’s cock twitch.

  “What was my rule for tonight?” he asked, stern. When David didn’t answer he shook him. “Answer me.”

  “Don’t get drunk,” David mumbled.

  “And what are you?” Adam demanded.

  Wriggling forward, trying to ease the tension on his scalp, David whined, “I’m just a little tipsy. It’s not a big deal.”

  Adam breathed out through his nose, debating what to do. David needed to be punished – severely – the only question being if the punishment should start now or wait until he was sober.

  Glancing down at his defiant fiancé, Adam decided that there was no reason he couldn’t do both.

  David had no idea how much trouble he was in.

  Pushing David away, Adam climbed off the bed and pulled on his briefs. He turned toward David and crossed his arms. “Let’s do a little sobriety test, then. Stand up and walk heel to toe across the room.”

  David didn’t move.

  “What?” he blinked up at Adam, shifting his position and sitting up. He hesitated before smiling. “Are we roleplaying? Do you have a police uniform?”

  Adam glared, not saying a word, and slowly the smile slid off David’s face and he scooted off the bed.

  He stumbled the moment his feet hit the floor, catching himself on the mattress and laughing at his own clumsiness.

  “Not a great start,” Adam commented, his cock hardening in anticipation. David was about to find out what a bad idea it was to disobey him.

  “I can do it,” David mumbled, pushing himself up and turning around. He started walking across the room, though his heel was nowhere near his toe and he stumbled several times. When he reached the wall he caught himself and turned around with a grin. “See! I said I could do it.”

  Adam laughed, shaking his head and heading into the closet. “Stay there,” he called over his shoulder when David moved to follow him.

  Looking over his collection of gear, Adam took a thick penis shaped gag off the shelf and turned it over in his hand. Impossibly wide, the unforgiving rubber would stretch David’s jaw to the limit.

  By morning his jaw would be in agony.

  Adam put the gag back. David was drunk, and if he threw up the thick rubber cock would make him choke on it. Better to go with a wide O-ring. That way David wouldn’t be at risk of drowning in his own vomit.

  After the gag, Adam grabbed the puppy mitts and some rope and headed back into the room. David’s eyes widened when they saw the load he was carrying.

  Dropping the mittens and rope on the bed, Adam held up the gag in front of David’s face.

  “I’m going to gag you,” he said, standing close so that David was trapped between his larger body and the wall behind him. He pressed the metal ring against David’s lips, thumbs tracing the metal and soft flesh beneath.

  David moaned, tongue poking out to lick Adam’s thumb.

  Adam grinned, leaning down and speaking into the boy’s ear. “After that I’m going to put on your mittens, tie you up and leave you in the bathtub for the rest of the night with a piece of ginger stuck up your ass. It’s going to hurt and it’s going to be uncomfortable. In the morning I’m going to give you an enema and paint your ass red with my belt. Do you understand?”

  He leaned back and looked into David’s wide eyes.

  “All night?” David asked, swallowing noisily.

  “All night,” Adam confirmed.

  “I don’t want to-”

  “This isn’t a negotiation,” Adam interrupted, grabbing David’s chin and squeezing it hard. “This is a punishment. You broke the rules and now you have to take the consequences.”

  David blinked up at him, and when Adam released his jaw he stayed silent. Adam pried his mouth open with his fingers, pushing the metal ring behind his teeth and strapping the gag into place.

  Mouth wide open, drool already leaking down his chin, David stayed plastered against the wall while Adam retrieved the rope and mittens.

  “Hold out your hands and make a fist,” Adam ordered.

  David hesitated, but after a glance at Adam’s face he obeyed. Adam wondered what he’d seen that made him decide to obey.

  “Good boy,” Adam said, and some of the tension drained out of David’s shoulders. He fastened the mittens on David’s hands, grabbing him by the neck and leading him into the bathroom.

  The skin of David’s neck was warm and damp with sweat, and he leaned into Adam’s touch with a little sigh of trust.

  Adam felt his resolve softening, the desire to be cruel battered by the care he felt for the younger man.

  “Get in the tub and lay down on your belly with your hands behind your back,” Adam said, letting go of David’s neck and grabbing his arm when he looked like the loss of contact was going to make him fall.

  Watching to make sure David was steady, Adam let go and waited for him to obey the command.

  Moving slowly, his limbs uncoordinated and clumsy, David climbed into the tub and lay down on his stomach. He twisted his head to look up at Adam, nerves and arousal mixing in his expression.

  Still dressed in his clubbing outfit of skin-tight jeans and shirt with his sleeves rolled up, he made for a strange sight where he lay in the oversized porcelain tub.

  “Comfortable?” Adam asked, his cock going from half mast to rock hard at the sight of David lying there waiting for Adam to do as he pleased.

  David couldn’t talk with the gag in his mouth, but the noise he made sounded suspiciously like he was trying to say no.

  Adam stepped over the side of the tub and put his bare foot down on David
’s lower back, shifting his weight and pressing down. “How about now?”

  Grunting, David closed his eyes and let his face rest against the bottom of the tub.

  He didn’t make any more noise.

  “Good boy,” Adam said, removing his foot and walking back into the bedroom to retrieve the rope. When he got back David was wriggling and trying to make himself comfortable.

  Adam crouched down and smacked his ass. The sound of his palm hitting denim was not nearly as satisfying as flesh on flesh.

  Still, it made David cry out delectably.

  “Hands behind your back,” Adam growled, smacking him again. “I don’t like repeating myself.”

  David brought his hands to his back as quick as his drunken reflexes would allow.

  “That’s a good puppy,” Adam praised, making two loops with the rope and tightening them around David’s wrist. He secured them with a thick knot before grabbing his legs one by one and tying them to his bound wrists, leaving him in a loose hogtie.

  “That’s how I like it,” Adam said, trailing his hand up and down David’s bound arms and legs, squeezing possessively as he went along. “All tied up and at my mercy. Tell me, was it worth it getting drunk?”

  David dutifully shook his head.

  “Are you going to do it again?”

  After a second of stillness, David raised his shoulders in something of a shrug. The answer startled a laugh out of Adam.

  “Oh yeah, are you enjoying this?” Adam should have known that David would love being tied up and stepped on.

  “Ah ha,” David hummed, almost like a challenge. Reaching under the boy’s body, pushing between his thighs, Adam found that he had a sizable erection going on in his pants.

  “Not much of a punishment, is it then? I guess I’m going to have to be a little meaner with you.” Adam squeezed David’s bulge and smacked the inside of his thigh, standing up. “Wait here while I go carve you a nice piece of ginger.”