Deliver Us (33 page)

“It’s actually seventy-four hours and
thirty-two
minutes,” Ben tells him. Leaning in, he whispers against Kyle’s ear, “Does kitty have an itch that needs scratching?”

He pushes the remote up to the highest setting and hears Kyle’s gasp, sees him wriggle.

Kyle curses, and grunts out an affirmation, coffee shaking in his unsteady hands, his blue eyes closing as he blushes more deeply still.

“Okay then. Breakfast first.”

It’s Kyle’s opinion that the best thing about Ben’s house is his garage. Not the big-screen, high-definition TV with satellite hook-up, the designer furniture, the huge bed with the pillowtop mattress, or the glass-enclosed two-person shower. No, the best thing by far is the garage. He dreams about it almost every night, now that he has seen and experienced it for himself. Even when he is not inside it, he is wishing he were.

Ben’s house sits on more land than Darrek’s does. It’s close to Diadem, out in farm country, and backs up to rolling fields and an expansive landscape. The driveway loops around the house and leads right up to the garage door, which faces the back of the property and the open acres upon acres of wheat. With not a neighbor in sight, it’s exceptionally private.

The garage attached to Ben’s house is not used for cars, or as a workshop, like Darrek’s and Kyle’s are. Instead it’s well-equipped in a different way. Personalized and perfected over the years, it’s even better than the dungeon at Diadem, fitted and ready with the latest and greatest in bondage gear, sex toys and torture devices. Kyle doesn’t even know the name for some of the things in Ben’s garage, can’t even guess what their purpose is, not having encountered them himself in all of the time he has been Ben’s submissive. But, now that he is officially Ben’s slave, twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week, as well as a resident in his home, Kyle dreams of getting to try out each and every item inside that indescribably alluring space.

Once they get back to the house, they are fed, awake and happy, bearing frozen steaks fresh from the local butcher. Ben parks at the very bottom of the long, winding drive. He waits for Kyle to get out of the vehicle first, noting the sharp, pissed-off glance Kyle throws him as he goes.

“Go on. Say it,” Ben coaxes.

After a pause in which he debates holding his tongue or not, Kyle gives in to the urge and says, “You
had
to park all the way down here, didn’t you?”

“Of course!”

Ben fingers the remote as Kyle slams the door shut and starts to shuffle up the slight hill, taking small steps and dragging his feet.

“Come on, faster than that, ya slowpoke!”

He takes Kyle’s hand, lacing their fingers together, and leads him at a vastly more rapid pace toward the house. Kyle begins to make a small whimpering sound after the first couple of wide steps.

“Hey, at least you’re not worrying about tonight anymore, are ya,” Ben winks.

“Yeah, I am. Of course I am. Hey, are you going to have me wear... this... tonight?” he asks, glancing down at his crotch. “I mean... I don’t know if I could handle being this on-edge on top of everything else.”

“Aw, don’t worry, kitty. The whole on-edge thing I’ll take care of, but yes, you’ll be wearing it. It’s yours now, just like the collar, and it only comes off when
I
say so and unlock it. But I promise that we’re going to have an awesome time. Got it all under control, just like I always do. Gabey and I have an idea how to break the ice. He agrees that it’s just what we need... but that’s enough of that. Don’t want to spoil the surprise, do I?”

They walk inside and Ben goes to put the steaks in the freezer. Stopping in the small office located off of the living room, he comes back with a stack of papers in hand and his briefcase slung over his shoulder.

“You’re really going to do
paperwork
?” Kyle says with clear disappointment. “I thought you were just saying that to be a dick.”

“Garage. Come on,” is all the response he gets.

Ben takes Kyle’s hand again and pulls him along.

A shiver of excitement races down Kyle’s spine, shooting right down to his aching, tortured dick at the mention of the garage. His pout disappears and a wide smile takes its place.

Dragging a chair over to the narrow but sturdy wooden tabletop in the center of the room, Ben sets his briefcase and the papers down atop the makeshift desk. The garage door has been left open, allowing plenty of sunlight and fresh air to fill the room.

“C’mere,” Ben murmurs, nodding to Kyle who suddenly looks like a deer in the headlights now that the moment he has been waiting for has actually arrived.

Eager hands tug off Kyle’s shirt. Ben sees the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and enjoys how Kyle’s lips fall softly open in the most sensual way. Ben quickly gets his own pants undone next, and that just sends Kyle even further into a bottled-up frenzy of desire. He stares at the exposed triangle of Ben’s skin, at the glimpse of his muscular abdomen, not surprised at all that Ben is not wearing any underwear. But, before he can even push the pants down on his hips, Ben grabs Kyle’s face, cupping it between his hands, and kisses him. Ben pours all of his affection for and devotion to him into it, letting its sweetness and tenderness show Kyle just how deeply he feels.

Holding on to the hands Ben has pressed to his face, Kyle gasps for air, but pushes for more, needing every moment of the kiss to soothe his still-growing apprehension.

“Love you, you know,” Ben says against his lips.

“I know.”

“Just relax.”

Ben’s hands skim down over heated skin of his lover’s neck and chest. The backs of his fingers follow the line trailing down the center of his body, between his pecs, over his abs and back up, across his chest and to his shoulder before tickling down the flexed muscle of his arms. Goose bumps rise on Kyle’s skin.

Their eyes lock in a wordless acknowledgment of what they know to be true, what they have both been thinking about for days.

Biting down on his bottom lip as desire surges through his veins, Ben’s hand forces its way down into the back of Kyle’s pants, palming his ass and squeezing the rounded flesh.

“Gonna be even better for waiting. Can’t fuckin’ wait to come inside you and mark my fuckin’ territory... because your ass? It’s
mine
.”

Kyle groans, lunging forward and tasting Ben again.

A fraction of a second passes where they are both still and calm, and simply looking into each other’s eyes. There’s a sedate readiness in Kyle, and, seeing it, unable to hold back any longer, Ben breaks the kiss. Spinning Kyle around, bending him sharply over the table, bare chest flush to the wood, Ben yanks down Kyle’s pants. He tugs them all the way down and off before pressing a thigh between his legs and kicking his feet further apart. His fingers go to the base of the black plug nestled in him. As he pulls it quickly free, too impatient to be gentle, Kyle makes a soft cry. Ben gets his pants down low enough to free himself and proceeds to rub the dripping wet head of his cock against Kyle’s backside, into and up the crevice. It nudges over the now empty ring of muscle and between his firm cheeks, smearing pre-come around as additional lube.

“Ben...” Kyle whimpers, and there’s fear there in his voice as he extends an arm back and opens his hand, fingers splayed and grasping.

Taking Kyle’s hand, clutching it gently, Ben pushes inside. There’s a sharp cry from Kyle at the additional stretch and low burn, and Ben pauses for a second.

With his free hand, Ben grabs hard at Kyle’s hip. Strong fingers dig into flesh deeply enough to bruise. Ben pins him against the edge of the wooden surface and pulls back out only to slowly reenter him, managing to get fully-seated with only a low groan from Kyle.

As he begins to ride the tightly clenched muscle, Ben thinks of how he has been fantasizing about doing exactly this for so long, having Kyle with no barriers, no protection, now that they both know they are clean and committed. Feeling everything that much more, especially the silky-softness of the hot inner walls gripped around him, every tremor and pulse from Kyle is felt keenly by Ben, tickling up his shaft. It’s so much better than before, than it has
ever
been. No other man has ever given himself this completely and with as much love and trust to him, as Kyle has done.

With the building, tingling coil of heat that is curling deep down inside him, as the tension grows and grows until he is about to erupt, Ben loses track of everything but the feeling of Kyle clenched around his dick. The sight of the broad expanse of his lover’s shoulders, his tan skin, muscle toned and lean from years of hard manual labor, and his pink, puckered, wet hole just taking him and swallowing him up with every digging push—it all makes Ben just pound harder, moan louder.

Kyle presses his face into the table and scratches at it with short nails, digging shallow grooves into the thick, worn surface. Since he was already stretched out by the plug, and lubed up from this morning when Ben had put it in place, it doesn’t hurt much at all. It just feels
good
. Not too good, but just good enough.

Gripping Ben’s hand, Kyle indulges in simply enjoying it. But when Ben pauses, stilling, and shifts the angle of his hips slightly, Kyle knows what he’s doing and hears himself begging, “Ben, please don’t... I can’t take it... I can’t... Not after three fucking days!”

“Sure you can,” he pants, entering Kyle again with an unrelenting thrust of hips, nailing right into his prostate.

Ben watches the tension build in Kyle’s back, in the clench of his ass and thighs. Ben releases Kyle’s hand, so Kyle grips instead at the opposite edge of the table and tries to shift away.

Ben just grabs his hips and holds him in place, fucking him hard and triggering all of those nerves buried deep inside. When Kyle loses control, really, truly
loses it
, and starts crying out, every muscle tensed, sweating and shaking, Ben is right there. He speeds up his rhythm even more, then fills him up as he shoots his seed into Kyle’s body with a prolonged moan of pleasure. His hips twitch against Kyle’s ass as he slowly comes down.

He doesn’t pull out. He just reaches into his bag on the table and pulls from it a large dildo with a multiple rings of textured nubs circling it above the flared base. Smearing it with plenty of lubricant, Ben tugs free of Kyle only to fill him up again with the huge toy, plugging him up and keeping every drop of his spunk inside.

“Oh fucking god!” Kyle cries brokenly, taking the thick, tapered object with only a little resistance.

Ben pushes at its base until it rests flush against Kyle’s body and holds it there until he is sure it’s not going to push back out.

“Got it?” Ben asks.

“Yeah,” Kyle pants, nodding.

“Good. Stand up.”

Kyle straightens and turns around—keyed-up, strands of blond hair stuck to his face with sweat, eyes dark, and lips kissed red. He doesn’t even really see what’s happening. He is much too far-gone for that. He just lets Ben move and guide him, so lost in the sensations that he doesn’t even remotely care at this point.

Backing him up to the wall, Ben takes first one arm and then the other, shackling the cuffs on each of Kyle’s wrists in turn to the hooks in the cement block. Arms spread wide and secured in place, Ben next binds Kyle’s ankles with similar cuffs, making sure his feet are firmly planted but spread as well.

Next is the gag. Ben opts for the one in the form of a small dildo, easing the long, tapered, penis-shaped hard plastic between Kyle’s lips, back along his tongue and into his mouth and throat, strapping it tight around the back of his head once it’s in place.

Kyle’s lips close on the base and he sighs around it, breathing through his nose, watching everything avidly. Ben looks down at where his slave’s dick is straining against the confines of the padlocked, polycarbonate cock cage Kyle has been wearing for seventy-six hours and ten minutes now.

A hand moves to cradle Kyle’s balls, letting the weight of them settle in his palm before he grips them, curling his fingers and squeezing gently. Kyle shakes his head frantically, grunting and begging around the gag.

“Jesus, your balls are full,” Ben comments as Kyle continues to beg wordlessly.

Massaging and fondling them, he reaches out to the cart nearby with his free hand and picks up a small hood that he then secures around Kyle’s cock cage, fitting it just above the ring circling the base. Then he hooks the first weight onto the hood’s metal ring and watches as it pulls at Kyle’s body, stretching him. Kyle’s head falls back against the wall as Ben says, “Mmm... one more I think. For now.”

The second weight goes on. Kyle shifts and moans.

Then Ben gets in his face, stepping close. His fingers close around Kyle’s left nipple, rolling it and tugging gently on it. Kyle arches into the touch, especially when Ben’s head lowers and he suckles it. Nipping at it gently with his teeth, he swipes his tongue over the hot, tender, peaked nub, tasting the saltiness of Kyle’s sweat.

Ben releases him once Kyle is fully stimulated, and goes back to tugging at the nipple with his index finger and thumb. He stares at it then up at Kyle’s wide blue eyes, the pupils blown.