Deliver Us (10 page)

“I'm sorry,
what
?” Gabriel asks with raised eyebrows and a finger to the shell of his ear.

“I'm sorry,
sir
.”

“That’s better. I’m going to punish you today, slave. I’m going to spank your ass good and hard—until you can’t take it anymore and you’ve had enough, and then I’m just going to keep going. But since you sassed me, and because of this little
revelation
of yours, you’re going to call me
Daddy
while I do it. So today you may call me
Daddy
or
sir
, and nothing else. If you call me something else, like 'Master' or, worse, by my first name, you will be punished, and I have some very special ways to punish you today. Understand?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you,” Darrek mutters, color high on his cheeks, eyes lowered.

Gabriel rubs the pad of his thumb over the hardened nub of Darrek’s left nipple before closing two fingers around it and rolling it between them as his other hand strokes lightly up Darrek’s fully-erect shaft. He says in a whisper to Darrek, “I can’t wait to get my hands on you. Get my hands on your ass and slap it and beat it until it turns a nice dark pink, taste the heat of it under my tongue....”

Darrek moans thickly, eyes squeezed shut, but clamps his mouth closed quickly at the display of his lust.

“You like that, boy?” Gabriel asks in a fervent whisper near Darrek’s ear, tracing circles around the ridge of his cock with his thumb.

“Yes, Daddy,” Darrek breathes in response.

Gabriel squeezes his eyes shut, an image bright and stark flashing in his mind. He wants it, wants it so bad his own dick swells painfully in his jeans, just at the very idea. He almost doesn't say it, though.

Almost.

He steps even closer, so close that for a long, blissful moment, their bodies are touching, Darrek’s bound cock pressed between them. Gripping Darrek’s ass to keep him there, cupping one hand around the back of Darrek’s head and bringing him down a little, Gabriel asks, staring at his slave’s mouth as he says it, “Want me to ride your cock like that, Darrek? Want to make me take your thick cock and fuck myself onto you like that
whore
did?”

He rocks his hips forward once, grinding his clothed crotch against Darrek’s naked one.

“
Oh fucking Christ
... YES. Yes, please, G... sir.”

Gabriel doesn’t pull away, but Darrek feels him freeze, still as a statue, before growling out, “No. Say it. Come on!
Say my name
. Tell me you want it.
Tell me
!”

It comes out in a fervent rush of words, “I want it, Gabriel. I want to fuck you. I want to feel my cock in your ass, and watch you ride me like that, ride me so hard, watch you bounce on my dick. I know you’d be so tight, so tight just squeezing around me, so much tighter than any of the girls that I’ve fucked. And I would come so fucking hard, Gabe. So fucking hard I think I'd die from it.”

His Master takes a step back, releasing him, his eyes slipped shut.

Gabriel’s breathing is rough and ragged, his cheeks flushed, and when he opens his eyes, they’re dark, so dark the irises are almost gone, and the sight of him, his plain desire, takes Darrek’s breath away too.

“Thank you... slave,” Gabriel nods, going back to the table and its implements.

“Sir? Are you going to punish me for saying that?” he asks nervously.

“Of course I am. But I promise you’re going to love it. It’s gonna hurt
so fucking good
, baby.”

Gabriel has exploited people’s ‘daddy issues’ before. It’s fairly common, and a reliable way to humble his clients, but there’s something about doing it to Darrek that makes Gabriel’s stomach clench with guilt and nausea. Especially after Darrek’s immediate and emotional protest at the suggestion that he enjoyed the spankings.

Mentally berating himself, hoping that he hasn’t just made a tremendous error, Gabriel brings Darrek to the bench and prepares to get started.

Darrek kneels on the padded red leather and feels Gabriel circle his neck with a leather collar. After pulling it tight, but not tight enough to greatly restrict his breathing, his wrists are shackled in thick, black leather cuffs. The small clinking sound of the metal chain being attached first to the back of the collar and then to the cuffs is almost delicate, especially with the careful, skilled way Gabriel’s fingers work them.

The chain is tight and short, keeping his wrists together and high up near the middle of his back. Gabriel’s hand on his left shoulder guides him, bending him forward over the bench. Because of his height, Darrek feels even more exposed, bent over low, his ass in the air behind him. He gets a glimpse of Gabriel as he moves around the front of the bench and clips the front of his collar directly to a metal ring embedded in the wooden surface, no slack in between. The men lock eyes briefly as Darrek tests the give, finding he can’t move much at all, save for his legs. It makes him intensely nervous, even given how obviously erotic it is.

“Leg spreader’s next and then we’ll be ready to get started,” Darrek hears from behind him.

He wonders if it’s the same one he wore last time, as it’s affixed above his knees, spreading him not quite as wide as before. It must be a shorter bar between his legs this time. The cuffs around his thighs are then attached to the legs of the bench, also without any give.

“Try to move,” Gabriel tells him, watching closely. Darrek tries, but can only wiggle slightly. “Good. Very good.”

Gabriel takes one of the small, teardrop-shaped weights from the tabletop and hooks it carefully to the metal loop on the end of the leather ball stretcher that he’d attached to Darrek. Releasing it, he sees Darrek try to shift his hips, grunting a little, but he can’t move, can’t go anywhere, can’t even ask what Gabriel just did to him.

“That’s one weight,” he tells Darrek, running his hand over Darrek’s backside. “I have plenty more of them, if I need them.”

Bringing down his hand once, hard, and savoring the flinch after it lands, the way that Darrek clenches his ass together at the blow, Gabriel smiles. He begins peppering Darrek’s behind with sharp slaps from his hand, one after another without ceasing. Darrek groans, lips parted and soft, eyes half-lidded, cock straining in the air below the table and hips wriggling slightly—both to escape the sting from Gabriel’s hand as well as the growing ache from his balls.

Pausing, Gabriel grips the muscle of Darrek’s ass, kneading it. Darrek’s back muscles tense as he arches upward slightly. The hand falls away, and he braces himself, but when the next smack falls, followed by the second and third and forth, it’s in a more uneven, unpredictable rhythm. He can’t anticipate the blows, and it makes it that much better. And it just keeps going. Minutes pass, his ass gets redder and redder, his cock leaks pre-come and the pleasure builds.

“Daddy...” he moans softly.

“You like that, boy?” Gabriel smirks.

“Yes, Daddy....”

“Your ass is a nice, even pink right now. But this isn’t even really a punishment for you, is it? You’re enjoying it too much. So I think we’ll play with something new.”

Darrek’s mind flashes back to the strap he’d seen on the table, but even that wouldn’t really be a punishment. He wants it though, wants the strap and begs for it unashamedly.

“Please, Daddy... want that....”

Gabriel laughs and fear blooms in Darrek’s gut.

A moment later he’s standing behind Darrek. With his index finger, he rubs between Darrek’s ass cheeks and teases over his hole, not breaching him, just pressing against it, making little circles around the edge.

Literally shuddering with need, Darrek’s cock pulses and jumps, waiting, silently willing Gabriel to do more.

“I have a present for you, my slave. Something I made just for you. Carved it myself. And I’m glad you’re nice and tight, didn’t want to stretch you open at all or prep you first, because I want you to feel my present as much as possible. Ready?”

“Yes, sir...” he agrees warily.

Gabriel presses the narrow end of the tapered, water-slicked ginger root at Darrek’s hole, rubbing it over the area first before slowly, oh-so-slowly pushing it inside.

“Wh-what is that? It... it... it burns... sir... please.”

The sensation is dull at first, but it gradually builds in intensity.

“What... shit... oh shit....”

The low heat ignites. It blooms and spreads.

“What the
fuck
!”

It feels like he’s being branded, like there’s actual fire searing the tissues of his body, growing hotter and hotter without sign of stopping. And this fire is being pushed inside his body, radiating deeper inside his rectum, crawling up his back, reaching down his legs. He whimpers then cries out as the object slips even further inside.

“G-Gabriel, please... I don’t... I don’t
understand
.... It, it hurts. It feels like.... Are you... are you burning me? Stop! Please, stop! Master!”

Sighing, Gabriel holds the ginger root in place and takes a second weight from his pocket. He hooks it onto the leash around Darrek’s balls then repeatedly flicks a finger at the red, exposed orbs of his testicles.

“What did I tell you before we started?” Gabriel growls.

Darrek sobs, fighting hard at his bonds and writhing on the table and he’s right on the edge of saying the safeword when Gabriel explains, “I’m putting a carved piece of ginger root in your ass, slave. It’s natural, and safe. The oils are reacting with the sensitive membranes of your anus and rectum, producing the burning feeling. It’s all in your head. It’s not injuring you at all; it just is very, very intense. I wouldn’t do anything that would mark you permanently, and I would ask for your permission before doing something like branding you. Okay?”

The ginger twists and pushes deeper. It’s almost all the way inside now. Darrek sobs again, as the fire spreads like lava, tears streaming from his eyes. He grits his teeth stubbornly, spitting angrily out, “Yes,
sir
.”

Gabriel twists it again, and pushes it in the rest of the way, until the flared end is snug against the outer ring of Darrek’s hole. Keeping it there with a fingertip against it, he runs his other hand soothingly over Darrek’s sides and flanks as he cries softly.

“Good. Good boy. I know it hurts.”

His hand falls away from the root and he simply caresses Darrek’s skin, over the backs of his thighs and the curve of his ass. Darrek relaxes slightly, but he’s still trying to twist and buck away from the hurt radiating through his body, inescapable. Gabriel is half-expecting Darrek to say the safeword anyway.

Instead, he spits out, “
Fuck you
, Daddy.”

Laughing, Gabriel pulls back his hand and spanks Darrek’s ass.

“Oh
fuck
! Oh god-fucking-dammit!” Darrek moans.

“See, when I spank you....”
Slap
. “Like this....”
Slap
. “And the ginger....”
Slap
. “Is in your ass....”
Slap
. “You tense up your inner muscles....”
Slap, slap
. “And it makes it burn even more.”

“Daddy, please...” Darrek begs, trying not to tense up, but as Gabriel smacks his behind with more force and frequency, it becomes impossible not to.

“Please, don’t, sir... please... take it out. Please take it out, Daddy! It fucking hurts! It....”

Gabriel grins mischievously, biting his lower lip, and closes his fingers around the end of the root. As he pulls it slowly out, Darrek sighs, breathing harshly, chest rising and falling rapidly as he’s bent over the table.

Then he just pushes it back in, and starts to fuck him with the root.

“No! Shit! Oh god!” Darrek whines and then growls. He shouts until he doesn’t have any air left and then just sucks in a rough breath, holding it, the burning spreading and touching new areas of his body whenever it moves over the sensitive tissue.

Once it’s once more buried completely in Darrek’s body, Gabriel walks back around to his head, crouching down.

“Thank me,” he smiles darkly.

“Thank you, you evil son-of-a-bitch,
sir
,” Darrek hisses, face covered in sweat, flushed and still grunting with pain.

“You’re welcome. And do you know what the best part is? I’m not even
close
to being done with you yet.”

Darrek whimpers and closes his eyes.

“You look magnificent like this, by the way. In so much pain, but your cock hasn’t lost interest. Can you feel how hard you are, slave?”

Darrek blinks, realizing all at once that he
is
still painfully hard, and that, inexplicably, he’s never needed to come so badly in his life. It doesn’t make sense to him, but that doesn’t make it any less true.

“Do you want me to let you come?” Gabriel asks.

He responds because he’s expected to, but also because he can’t help himself. “Yes! Yes, please. Please, sir. I’ll be good. But please,
please
let me come, sir.”

“Just think of how tight your ass would squeeze that root if I let you come right now... if I jerked you off, strapped to the spanking bench just like this. It would burn so fucking bad, but it wouldn’t stop you from coming. Your ass would be
blazing
even as you unloaded onto the floor. Think of it. Could you stand it? Should we find out?”