Deliver Us (3 page)

Mewling sharply, Darrek flinches, his hips spasm. He tries to turn his hips away from Trace, but Trace’s firm hand only grabs Darrek’s knee and turns him back toward him. Grabbing a second pin, Trace pulls that one off as well, but does it slowly, to draw out the hurt.

Trace knows well what Darrek is feeling, the instinct to cover the area with your hands, to tuck your hips back and away. He knows the throbbing ache, the feeling of violation, the knowledge that there’s someone touching you in your most intimate spots, doing things to you, things you can’t see coming or prepare yourself for. You just have to take it and ride out the sensations, trusting in your master. How very much Trace envies Darrek. He would give anything to be where Darrek is, experiencing this for the first time. Smiling, he yanks off another wooden pin, savoring Darrek’s low moan and jerking twist on the table.

As the pins continue to come off, Gabriel begins to play with the ones on Darrek’s nipples—a simple press against them, tilting the wooden pegs upward or downward elicits delicious whimpers and small pleading sounds from Darrek. He can see how red and inflamed his nipples have gotten, can understand almost perfectly Darrek’s mumbled words, from his years of practice at this. He hears, “Please, don’t. Don’t. It hurts. Shit...” and on and on. But Darrek hasn’t used the safeword, so Gabriel keeps going. He twists one of the pins, and Darrek screams, leaning into the touch, trying to follow the motion to make it stop, but Gabriel keeps twisting and then pulls the pin off.

Gabriel strokes over the abused nipple, exposed now, and listens to Darrek begin to cry, sees his tears dampen the blindfold.

His touch is gentle at first, only brushing his palms over the sore, red nub, but even
that
jolts Darrek. Gabriel pulls off the other pin and brushes over that side as well.

Trace is down to two pins. He pulls one of them off, and Darrek bucks his hips, shouting a strangled, “No! No! Fuck!”

“Good boy,” Gabriel purrs. “You’re doing
so good.
Does it hurt?”

“Yes! Fuck! Yes, it fucking hurts!” Darrek growls viciously around the gag.

Gabriel smiles and tweaks Darrek’s nipples, pinching them hard and twisting them. It gets quite a reaction from him and he thrashes wildly. Leaning down, Gabriel licks over the left one and then sucks on it, feeling the heat of the blood that’s rushed to the skin. Darrek gasps and turns into the touch, letting it soothe him a little, but then Gabriel yanks the other nipple with his hand and Darrek starts to cry again.

“Pull the last one. He’s had enough,” Gabriel says to Trace.

Darrek relaxes visibly at the words, but when the last pin is removed, it makes him growl with pain again. He yanks his arms against the bonds and shuts his legs as much as possible. The clothespins are gone, but he can still feel them anyway like they remain, his flesh tender and on fire.

“Shorts off,” Gabriel says, nodding to Trace.

Darrek stills on the table, going quiet and freezing as he tries to process what’s happening. The restraints holding his ankles are released and he actually
lifts his hips
, unasked, to help Trace get the shorts off of him. It brings a pleased smile to Gabriel’s lips, a clear sign of Darrek’s submission and desire.

Even Darrek doesn’t really understand why he does it, why he obeys. Why he wants this so badly.

After Trace sets the shorts aside, he starts to attach the leg spreader. Gabriel asks Darrek, leaning down and speaking quietly near his ear, “If I take the gag off, do you promise to behave? I can replace it with a cloth that you can spit out if you need to say something to me.”

Darrek thinks for a second then nods vigorously. As the ball gag is unfastened and taken out of his mouth, Trace asks Gabriel, “Legs down or up?”

“Down to start. Then up.”

Darrek feels something being strapped to his thighs, just above his knees. When it’s attached to both of his legs, he finds that he can’t move them at all, that there seems to be a bar stretched between them, keeping them widely open. He feels unspeakably exposed. His genitals are bare now, completely unprotected, even by something as trivial as a pair of jeans. His cock is thick and swollen, lying against his belly. As a blush spreads over Darrek’s skin with embarrassment, Trace lifts his ankles to a higher slot than before, so that his legs are bent more sharply than they had been, in order to accommodate the spreader bar.

Knowing that he hasn’t been given permission to speak, that he may get punished for talking, Darrek still can’t help asking, “What are you going to do to me?”

“Anything I want,” Gabriel growls. He pushes the first two fingers of his left hand between Darrek’s lips, into his mouth. Reaching far back, he strokes over Darrek’s tongue and back into his throat. When Darrek gags on them, Gabriel says, “Relax. Open your throat. Open it wide and relax the muscles.”

He makes a concerted effort to follow the instructions, but then a hand closes around his cock and starts jacking him fast and rough, the sound of it obscene in the quiet of the room as pre-come slicks his shaft with each pull and rub.

Struggling not to gag again as Gabriel’s fingers push deeper still on each stroke into his mouth, running counter to the strokes at his cock, Darrek loses the battle when yet another hand—Trace’s—closes around his sac.

“He does have some big nuts on him, doesn’t he?” Trace says with a chuckle.

Trace circles his thumb and index finger around the testicles, letting them rest cradled on his open palm. With his free hand he gently massages them. Darrek groans and bucks up into the touch, which causes him to gag on the fingers.

“Shh... no sound. No noises. You are
not permitted
to make any noises. If you do, there will be punishment. Understand?”

In a moment of insanity, already getting slightly delirious from everything that’s happened so far, everything that’s
currently
happening, overcome by the fact that two men are fondling him, abusing him and that he’s
letting them
, Darrek opens his throat again. He tries to speak and say ‘yes’.

Gabriel nods at Trace, releasing his hold on Darrek’s dick. The hand circling the testicles closes into a fist and begins to squeeze, gently at first then tighter and tighter and tighter. It takes a few seconds for the sensation to set in. The longer it goes on, the more Darrek’s stomach muscles cramp up.

Whimpering and keening, he gags once more on the fingers fucking his mouth and throat, and starts to retch. Gabriel’s fingers withdraw enough to let him recover, but the fist is still squeezing. Stars explode behind his eyes and he writhes freely on the table. The hand compressing his balls releases the pressure for a fraction of a second only to instead begin squeezing in a quick, ruthless rhythm:
squeeze-squeeze-squeeze-squeeze-squeeze.

“This is what happens when you don’t obey the rules,” Gabriel says as Darrek arches his neck, his head snapping back as he tries to get away. “When you don’t obey, when you talk or make a sound when I tell you
not to
, then you will be punished, and it will be
painful.
If I ask you if you understand, right after telling you not to speak, and you do understand, then you
nod
.”

Gabriel pulls his fingers out of Darrek’s mouth only to replace them with a thick wad of cloth.

The squeezing of his testicles stops, but the hand still holds them. Someone starts to jack his cock again, since his erection has wilted slightly due to the pain, and he hardens once more despite everything. They keep jerking him off without pause for almost three full minutes and just when he gets close to his orgasm, feeling it approach despite where he is and who’s doing it, he is released, his cock huge and red and dripping wet with pre-come. It pulses, curving up to his stomach. Darrek shudders and moans in disappointment, swallows back a whine.

“Lift your ass,” he hears.

Carefully, he obeys, feeling a thick strap slip under his lower back and circle his waist. His over-stimulated dick is taken in hand and forced under the strap, which holds it up against his belly, keeping it pressed tightly there. Fingers idly stroke up and down the velvet-covered steel of its length, over the pulsing veins that run along it. He tries to buck up into the touch, wanting more, wanting release.

Other fingers, Trace’s fingers, circle his sac and pull on it, stretching the two reddish-purple orbs of his testicles away from his body as far as they’ll go. Darrek pants roughly through his nose. His balls sit poking out of the circle of Trace’s thumb and index finger. Trace flicks them with his index finger.
Flick-flick-flick-flick.
Darrek groans and tries to sit up, curling forward as far as he can, stomach muscles rock hard, trying to draw his feet up, but they don’t budge.

Gabriel pushes him back down and a strap is quickly fitted across his throat, keeping him restrained. Darrek curses and yells with anger around the gag, and Gabriel just laughs, nodding to Trace.

Drawing back an open hand, Trace starts slapping Darrek’s balls, right to left and then backhanded left to right. Again and again and again he slaps them. Each strike provokes a jerk of Darrek’s entire body in the bonds and hard, deep grunts from his throat. Trace stops slapping him and pulls. He pulls and pulls and pulls, watching the sac stretch so tight, it looks like it’s going to burst and then squeezes his thumb and index finger at the round orb of one of his testicles like it was an oversized grape he’s trying to pop.

Darrek screams and starts sobbing.

Gabriel nods to Trace, who stops pulling and squeezing, and just massages him gently instead. Darrek shudders and gasps for air, trembling and riding out the waves of agony radiating through his body. Gabriel pulls a surgical glove from the box nearby, tugging it on and dispensing some lube onto it, spreading it around.

Unlatching Darrek’s ankles, Trace raises his submissive’s legs, still held widely apart by the spreader bar. He attaches a chain to the bar. The other end of the chain is locked to the bench beside Darrek’s head, looping around, underneath the bench, then attached to the bar again. The chain is pulled as tight as he can get it, bending Darrek’s legs up to his chest, his lower legs and ankles hanging loose off to either side.

“We’re going to flog your balls and your dick now, slave. Your tight little asshole, too. Anybody ever do that to you before?”

Darrek whimpers and shakes his head ‘no’.

The flogger rubs over his sac, along his dick, still held under the strap and he arches into the touch, wanting more. Then it snakes down, around and under his balls, over the swell of his ass. It rubs into the crease, starts to stroke and then tap-tap-tap at his hole. Cringing in anticipation and moaning, Darrek becomes more aware of the muscles there, the puckered knot twitching with each touch. It’s too personal, too intimate, having these men playing with his orifice like this. And then the strike comes, hard enough to make him want to yell. It comes five times in a row then starts tapping again, lighter, gradually harder and harder. Then WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

“NO! No! No!” he pleads, spitting out the rag in his mouth. “Don’t!
Please
don’t! It
hurts
! Don’t! Stop!”

The gag is stuffed back in his mouth and the flogger starts to smack at his balls. Trace aims from underneath, flicking his wrist up, watching the soft tissue dance and flop with each slap. He varies his target, moving upward, striking the root of Darrek’s cock and then the shaft. Darrek bucks and twists away, but Gabriel moves him back, hearing Darrek continue to beg nonsensically but ignoring it.

Placing his hand at Darrek’s perineum, Gabriel pushes his balls up until they’re pulled tight, trapped between Gabriel’s hand and Darrek’s pelvis. Trace knows what to do. He whips them sharply, ten times. Each strike makes Darrek cry out and jerk a little more, but he can’t escape.

Keening and whining, his breath hitching with fresh sobs, his head falls to the side. Darrek’s hair falls over his face. His chest works hard, hitching with thick emotion. Gabriel releases him and goes to his head.

Leaning over Darrek, brushing the backs of his fingers tenderly over the hollows of Darrek’s cheeks, down the side of his neck, Gabriel shushes him and praises him for how good he’s doing. His lips skim over Darrek’s jaw almost in a kiss as he whispers. It calms Darrek noticeably.

Drinking in Darrek’s scent, heady and thick, Gabriel twines his fingers in the long, dusty brown strands of Darrek’s hair, and strokes his thumbs over his temples. Gabriel sighs at the rapturous sight of him.

“Gorgeous. So fucking breathtaking. You’re doing so well, being so brave. Such a good slave for me,” he whispers, and Darrek sighs around the gag in his mouth, savoring the words, attention and gentleness.

Trace steps away, over to the supplies and tools. After a break, and once Darrek is relaxed again, breathing normally, Gabriel asks him, “Better? You ready now?”

“Mm-hmm,” Darrek hums.

He pulls the wad of cloth from Darrek’s mouth, letting him flex his jaw and work out the stiffness.

“Thank you... sir.”

“You’re welcome, slave.”

Gabriel goes to sit between Darrek’s legs, in front of his perfectly presented genitals and ass.

“Now, I’ve taken out your gag, but you may only speak when spoken to and when I ask you a question. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Every time you disobey, if you cry out or shout or curse, I will attach a clothespin to you as punishment. What we’re going to do now is fill you up really good. I’m going to finger-fuck your ass and my associate is going to insert a very thin eleven-inch metal rod into your urethra. He’s already measured you, to verify that it will fit, and we’re using the thinnest one we have, since you’re a beginner. It’s going to hurt, but once it’s in, it will feel very, very good. Now, do you want to watch?”

“Y-y-yes. Y-yes, s-sir,” he answers, trembling from head to foot as Trace lifts his dick, taking it out from under the strap, seeing that it’s now soft from all of the pain Darrek has just suffered.

“Good. You’re nice and soft,” Gabriel says as Trace squeezes a water-based lube onto the head, rubbing it into the slit. He walks around the table, removes the blindfold, and unfastens the neck restraint.