Deliver Us (40 page)

The bench’s long board, about two feet wide and five feet long, supports Darrek’s body. His arms are bound beneath it. His legs straddle it as the end runs out past his backside, and his ankles are cuffed snugly together. With this done, Gabriel ties and then wraps a very thin, strong rope around the base of Darrek’s testicles. Winding it around and around, the end of the rope is tied off on the ankle cuffs, keeping Darrek’s legs drawn up and still. If he moves them backward at all, it will pull on the rope and yank on his balls.

Grunting throughout this process, Darrek wills the pain he already feels to wilt his growing hard-on, but of course it doesn’t. He has always enjoyed the pain.

Gabriel had assured him that it was okay if he became fully erect and the spikes wounded him, leaving the antiseptic and bandages in his view. The spikes on the ring are incapable of severely injuring him. They are designed to maximize the pain, the sensation, without causing much harm.

Arms tensed, fighting his instincts, lost in trying to breathe through it, trying not to move, and murmuring quietly to himself, Darrek ignores Gabriel moving around the room, expecting him to leave him to stew for a while like he is.

But then Gabriel places a small, portable DVD player on a table by Darrek’s face, turning the glowing screen toward him with the sound turned up loud enough to clearly hear everything through the tiny speakers.

Darrek sees on the screen two hooded men, two
Doms
, one of whom he recognizes instantly as Gabriel, and another person, also masked, a tan and toned young man strapped to a table, the sub.

“Do you know what this is?” Gabriel asks.

“Yes, sir. They’re your videos.”

They watch the playback as a long metal needle, almost too thin to see on the small screen, is pushed through the submissive’s penis, spearing the soft spongy head from left to right. The Doms praise him for his quietness and obedience. One of them runs his hand over the sub’s chest to soothe him. His rough breathing can be heard through the playback, but he does not even so much as cry out.

“Add another,” they hear Ben’s voice say.

Kyle nods in permission.

Darrek looks away from the screen and up at Gabriel. His master’s fingers brush through his hair, pushing it tenderly out of his eyes. Darrek quickly angles his head, turning it as far as he can to press a kiss to the inside of Gabriel’s wrist before it can draw away.

“Watch,” Gabriel urges him gently.

Darrek shifts his eyes back to the screen.

Sitting at the end of the bench, right behind Darrek and straddling it as well, Gabriel watches him watch the videos as they play. Once in a while he reaches under the wood plank, playing his fingers over Darrek’s bound sac, fondling him. It causes Darrek to breathe in raspy tears, growling through the pain as his pleasure makes the spikes pierce his dick. When Gabriel finds one of the small clips he likes so well, the ones he used on Darrek before, he attaches one to Darrek’s balls. It actually calms him down. He breathes more evenly and savors the pain as it shifts and grows into something familiar.

The video changes. Next is Micah, whom Darrek has not yet met in person. Ben supervises as Gabriel stuffs the olive-skinned, dark-haired man’s cock with a thick metal rod, similar to what Trace had done to Darrek on their first encounter.

Measuring Darrek’s reactions to each sight he sees, Gabriel slowly decides that it’s not the submissives themselves that affect Darrek the most; it’s seeing
Gabriel
do things to people that gets Darrek arching his back, writhing and gasping with pain as his dick swells.

He had been idly rubbing back and forth with the pad of his thumb over Darrek’s asshole, teasing him open, watching the muscle twitch, clench and pucker. Taking a piece of ice from a cooler at his feet, Gabriel touches the tip to the opening in his slave’s body. Darrek squeezes his eyes shut and groans through pursed lips as Gabriel feeds it inside. The ring of muscle presses around the ice as it slowly breaches him. Then Gabriel leaves it there, working it in and out as Darrek’s heat melts it. Water trickles down his taint, down through the hole in the wood and over his balls encased in rope.

He holds the stream of words inside as long as he can manage, but eventually, the burning discomfort wins out over control.

“Goddamn it! God, it’s too cold. It hurts, it really, really, oh fucking
GOD
. I- it’s too cold! Shit!
Shit!
”

When it’s nothing more than a sliver, Gabriel pulls it free and leans down. He licks over the chilled rim of Darrek’s opening then presses his lips there, thrusting his tongue inside just enough to warm him back up.

“
Ffffuck!
Ow! Ow, fuck!”

Gabriel keeps kissing him warm, brushing his hands over the backs of Darrek’s thighs. Darrek’s whole body seizes up and a small whine of hurt leaves him before he falls quiet. Pulling away from Darrek’s body, wiping his mouth dry with a hand, Gabriel leans to the side and glances under the bench, seeing the size of Darrek’s erection, the metal piercing him, denting the flesh. He rubs a hand up Darrek’s back, feeling his ribs expand and contract with each breath.

Lost in a daze, Darrek becomes overwhelmed with everything, and it actually mellows him. He goes back to gazing at the video, detaching a little from his own body. The screen is back to showing Kyle and Ben, and Darrek watches with fascination.

Meanwhile, Gabriel begins feeding small anal beads into his captive.

He plays them in and out of the orifice before nudging them all the way in with a fingertip, one by one. When he has the beads completely inside Darrek, their string with its looped end trailing out, Gabriel picks up a second string of them, and feeds them inside as well.

Darrek’s cock is fully erect, and he comforts himself with the knowledge that at least it can’t hurt any more than it does. He becomes acclimated to it, leaving him able to focus more on the images flashing before him, the very welcome feeling of Gabriel teasing him and filling him up.

When the second string of beads has also been swallowed up by Darrek’s hungry hole, Gabriel tugs gently on the two strings. Not enough to pull them free, just putting pressure on the ring of muscle from inside. With the beads as small as they are, Darrek is not even stretched out much at this point.

Halfway through feeding the third string of beads into Darrek, Gabriel’s gaze snaps up when Darrek gasps with shock and exclaims with his eyes locked to the video, “Hey! That’s you!”

Repressing a smile, Gabriel quickly pops the last three beads through, and goes back to playing with the strings, tugging on them, using a finger to push the beads farther up inside Darrek’s body and then tugging more. Darrek moans. He pulls a little harder and one of the beads oh-so-slowly forces Darrek’s hole open wider as it pops back out. The strands have gotten tangled up in Darrek’s body, like Gabriel knew they would, and a group of at least three more wedge in his entrance as Gabriel pulls on them.

Moaning loudly, Darrek’s arms tense. Gabriel can see his back muscles flex, hears a deep grunt as Darrek forgets about his feet and jerks them hard, pulling the rope around his balls.

“Keep watching,” Gabriel instructs without passion. He tugs hard at the strings, and a knot of four beads expels from Darrek’s body.

Bucking his hips, and gasping, Darrek curses but does as told. He watches as Trace feeds a sliver of ginger root into Gabriel’s cock. The pain is only reflected in the deep flush on his fair cheeks, the redness of his tearing eyes and the small convulsions wracking his body. With a hand clapped to Gabriel’s shoulder, Trace speaks softly to him, but doesn’t stop tormenting him.

Catching a glimpse of the playback, Gabriel explains, “You know how I told you Micah’s experience as a sub was valuable? Well, I asked to experience some of the techniques too, before I did them to other people. We videotaped it since I was under contract with Diadem anyway, and they could use it on the website without having to deal with a lot of paperwork and shit.”

“Mm...
uh
... I didn’t... didn’t know you did that,” Darrek manages in response as Gabriel alternately yanks the beads free and then pushes them slowly right back in.

“Of course I did.”

Approximately an hour after that, the beads have all been extracted. Using an extra-long, well-lubricated dildo, Gabriel fucks Darrek with it, pushing it in until the base is flush to his ass, and then pulling it free, doing it repeatedly. With his free hand, he carefully squeezes up and down the base of Darrek’s dick, rubs fingertips over the seeping crown, mostly avoiding touching the spiked ring, but not
always
avoiding it.

Darrek is shaking uncontrollably and completely face-down, trying to swallow-back the rough yells that keep getting out anyway. It goes on for longer than Darrek expects it to. He’s forgotten about the videos. All that matters is the torment radiating through his body from the focal point between his legs.

When Gabriel stops touching his dick, Darrek breathes out sharply and loudly, and feels his Master begin to untie the rope, unshackle the bindings while still slowly working the dildo in and out of him. Minutes later, he’s free. The dildo slides free of his body as well, leaving him empty and gaping.

“Get up,” Gabriel tells him.

With intense care, Darrek lifts his dick out of the bench’s hole, making sure not to catch the metal on the wood as he does. Legs shaky and almost unable to support him, he stands before Gabriel.

With swift, skilled fingers, before Darrek can blink, the ring is unlocked and pulled-off. As blood bubbles to the surface at each dented pinprick mark on his shaft, Gabriel covers the small wounds with gauze soaked in cooling antiseptic. Gabriel grabs hold of Darrek’s shoulder just to be sure he doesn’t collapse. The bleeding stops in mere seconds.

“Okay, go get on the bed. Get in position. I want your ass pulled open and ready for me to fuck it when I get in there,” Gabriel commands him with only the briefest glance up.

“Yessir,” he slurs in response.

After turning off the DVD player and the lights, collecting his supplies to be cleaned and disinfected, Gabriel goes to the bedroom. He finds Darrek on his knees, ass in the air, and, as instructed, holding himself opened wide with both hands pulling his cheeks apart.

Not even breaking his stride, Gabriel gets his pants down, climbs on the bed and enters Darrek with a snap of his hips, bottoming out with a deep moan.

Frantic and as desperate to relieve the ache in his over-hard cock as Darrek is after hours of play, Gabriel fucks him quick and rough. With only three squeezing pulls from his Master’s talented hand—exceedingly grateful for merciful release—Darrek orgasms with a cry that goes on and on as he unloads on the bed, soiling the sheets. Going limp and boneless, the firm plant of his knees in the soft bedding and Gabriel’s hold on him are the only things keeping his ass up. Exhausted and spent as he is, he almost falls asleep before Gabriel finishes and comes inside him.

Letting Darrek collapse down completely, Gabriel crawls over his body, kissing him everywhere and murmuring, “So amazing, Dare. You’re just totally fucking
amazing
. Thank you. Thank you, baby. I love you. Love you so much.”

“Mmm...” Darrek smiles drowsily. “Yeah, what you said. Me too. Love your kinky ass too.”

“How do you feel?” Gabriel frowns down at him.

“Better than fuckin’ ever. Sore in all the right places, just how I like it. Now come on and snuggle with me.”

Laughing, Gabriel goes to get something with which to clean Darrek and then does just that, falling into his arms right where he belongs.

“Slow down,” is the raspy, aching and breathless, but perfectly controlled command. The strain of keeping himself that controlled is beginning to show on Gabriel’s face, which is all the proof Darrek needs of how much he is enjoying this.

Gabriel can feel Darrek’s thigh muscles quiver as he decreases his pace, using his grip on the back of Gabriel’s chair to brace himself. Gabriel glances down between their bodies to Darrek’s reddened cock where it is sliding slickly against Gabriel’s abs. Circling it loosely with a hand, Gabriel feels the leather and metal encasing it. The smooth, cool metal rings bite into Darrek’s hot flesh, blood is pulsing hard and fast under the skin, the bindings preventing him from getting fully erect.

Rubbing a thumb over the weeping crown, he says directly into the shell of Darrek’s ear, “Does it hurt?”

Exhaling out the word with an evident, pleasure-filled tenseness to his voice, Darrek says, “Yeah.”

He keeps riding Gabriel, focusing on regulating his movements.

“Slow down. More than that.”

“I
can’t
,” Darrek whines.

“Sure you can,” Gabriel grins, wrapping his hands under the backs of Darrek’s thighs to help support him. “I’m not letting you take it off, you know. Not until I get home tonight. And even though your leg muscles will be sore and burning, I’m gonna make you ride my cock again, nice and slow, just like this, before you get to go to sleep.”

Darrek whimpers and lets his lips press against Gabriel’s skin.

“And then...maybe I’ll let you take it off and come all over my face.”

“
Shit
,” Darrek curses, falling heavily down onto Gabriel’s dick as his legs give out, forcing him to take all of the thick length at once. His voice reverberates in a loan moan.

“Get up. Pull off, but don’t go anywhere,” Gabriel instructs.

Straightening his legs completely but with effort since his thighs are knotted up painfully, Darrek feels the friction of Gabriel’s cock expelling from his body. Taking one step back when Gabriel’s hands guide him, Darrek whines loudly as Gabriel bends forward, dipping his head to lick the come-slicked head of Darrek’s cock. His eyes peering up curiously at Darrek’s face, Gabriel purses his lips and blows across the tip, chuckling darkly when Darrek’s eyes roll back and slip shut. Then Gabriel straightens up, scraping his teeth over the taut skin of Darrek’s belly while reaching behind him and fingering the puffy tissue of the swollen, stretched opening between the muscular columns of his legs.