Deliver Us (35 page)

The trip to the physician’s office is more intense than they had anticipated. More than just a couple of tests, for both of them it serves to emphasize the reality of what they are committing themselves to. They watch blood samples get drawn from each of their arms, and then they each in turn undergo a brief physical exam to look for any signs or symptoms of illness or venereal disease.

Not speaking much, the two lovers wait through it, holding hands. Darrek keeps playing absentmindedly with his collar and staring at the fine silver chain around Gabriel’s neck holding the key.

The results of the tests are back in less than an hour, and they are each, happily, given a clean bill of health.

As they climb back into the SUV, the mood is tranquil, sedate, created by their shared fear of what the doctor might (but thankfully did not) find.

When Gabriel pulls into the parking lot of a sports supply store on the way home, Darrek is confused.

“I thought we had to pick up food for dinner? We’re gonna barbeque, right?” Darrek asks, sitting in the passenger seat, the seat moved all the way back to accommodate his long legs.

“Yep. But Ben’s got the steaks. We’ll get the rest after we go in here. There’s a few things we need.”

“For tonight?” Darrek asks with only slight apprehension. “From
here
?”

“Yep.”

“Do I even
want
to know what your kinky brain is plotting?”

“Maybe,” Gabriel grins over at him, his eyes bright. “Maybe not. Anyway, you’ll find out in a minute!”

“Look at you. You’re glowing like a pregnant woman,” Darrek laughs. “Tell me the truth, is that happiness
all
because of how hot my ass is, which, incidentally, now is now
officially
yours alone to play with, or just
mostly
because of it?”

“I can’t believe you,” Gabriel laughs, smacking Darrek’s thigh playfully. “Get in the damn store.”

“Yes, Master,” Darrek grins mischievously.

“You’re going to pay for that later, you know.”

“Oh, I hope so.”

An hour and a half after Ben had left Kyle bound to the wall he gets up from his workstation, abandoning his paperwork, and returns to him. Lowering the volume on the iPod, Ben goes silently to his knees and, trying not to disturb Kyle more than he needs to, he removes the weights and tiny leather hood from him. Next, he pulls two keys out from around his neck, and uses the smaller one to gently unlock the chastity device.

He removes the pins connecting the pieces together, sliding the cage off before unfastening the ring.

Kyle feels the relief immediately, and moans around the large gag stuffed down his throat as blood rushes to his cock, filling it more and more until he is ready to burst.

Ben stands, watching him.

“Do I need to empty your bladder?” he asks.

Kyle shakes his head and snaps his fingers.

Nodding, Ben unfastens the straps on the gag, and slowly pulls it from between Kyle’s lips. The skin is cracked and dry where the base of the gag was resting and stretching his mouth open. Pulling a tube of lip balm from his pocket, Ben applies it to Kyle’s lips, giving him a chance to flex his jaw muscles and clear his throat. Then, Ben grabs a bottle of water and feeds some to him using a straw.

“Better?”

“Yeah. Thanks,” he nods. “And I can hold it. I don’t want you to use the catheter. Please, sir.”

“Okay, no catheter,” Ben assures him since Kyle used their safe sign and snapped his fingers. “Do you need me to let you out or can I finish?”

“Finish. I want you to finish, sir.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah.”

Curling a hand around Kyle’s neck, feeling the thick collar under his palm, he brushes his fingers soothingly over the warm, soft skin of his nape, up into the short hair there and leans in to kiss him. Kyle exhales in a rush of air as he greedily kisses him back. Reaching down between his captive’s spread legs, Ben’s searching fingers find the base of the vibrating toy and start to slowly tug it free without turning it off first. The rows of nubs circling the base stimulate the over-excited nerves of Kyle’s body on the way out and he moans down Ben’s throat, sucking hard on his tongue as the large, tapered object gets pulled out more and more. Just before it comes free, Ben slowly pushes it right back in. Kyle’s hips thrust forward, searching for contact, friction,
anything
, his cock dripping wet.

“Good?” Ben asks through a grin after pulling his lips away as Kyle whimpers.

“Uh-huh.”

“I’ve got something that’s even better,” Ben whispers into his ear, the headphones still in place, but knowing Kyle can, obviously, hear him just fine over the music.

He tugs the dildo back out and sets it aside, taking up a hooked, black object instead. This particular instrument has always made Kyle a quivering mess and Ben cannot wait to see his reaction this time either.

He eases one end into Kyle’s hole, pushing it until it’s fully embedded then twists it, pressing the other curved end with its textured surface against his taint, both ends of the nearly U-shaped toy flush and pushing against his slave’s most sensitive spot from inside
and
outside his body before switching it on. It starts vibrating, pressing right against Kyle’s prostate.

Kyle’s knees go weak and he momentarily hangs from his arms, pressing his lips closed to keep in a jagged scream of bliss.

Finding a feather, Ben laughs and tickles the edge of it up and down Kyle’s throbbing, red shaft.

“Oh my guhh...
please
. Please, Master!”

“Should I leave you like this for another hour? Maybe pierce your other nipple? Or maybe you want me to pierce you somewhere
else
.... You liked that a hell of a fucking lot the last time Gabe and I did that to you.”

“Please...
anything
....”

“You’re so worked up right now, I could probably do just about anything to you and you’d get off on it, you little slut.”

Setting the feather aside, Ben’s hand reaches between Kyle’s legs. While he starts moving the toy, pressing it harder into him before tugging it away, rocking it back and forth, he fondles Kyle’s balls, careful not to touch his cock.

Kyle starts to purr, and it’s just what Ben wanted to hear.

“Mmm.... Love when you purr for me, kitten. So fucking hot. You’ve been very obedient for me, so I think that you deserve a reward.”

Kyle bucks and writhes, jerking in the chains when Ben starts rocking the toy faster. His cock is oozing, nearly jetting out thick fluid as Ben milks his prostate. It drips down Kyle’s length and down onto his master’s hand.

Kyle’s lips part as Ben’s hand comes up and gets licked slowly clean by his eager, pink tongue.

Unsure of what his reward could possibly be, the possibilities float through his lust-addled brain. Kyle is more than grateful but also incredibly shocked when soft, wet heat closes around the head of his dick and he feels gentle suction, pressure against the underside and circled fingers squeezing slowly up the still-exposed part of his shaft.

He could come right then, just at the thought of Ben sucking his cock, since he can count on one hand the number of times it has happened before. Trying to hold back, wanting the blissful feeling to go on and on, unfortunately it becomes more impossible to restrain the need to unload days of built-up tension the harder Ben sucks, the deeper he takes Kyle into his mouth and then his throat.

Wishing he could watch, but still blindfolded, Kyle is instead forced to endure the sensations and submit entirely to the pleasure he is being showered with.

Digging his fingernails into his palms, the back of his head thumping against the concrete wall, Kyle feels the vessel of Ben’s throat squeeze and contract around his straining member as he swallows once, twice. Kyle hears the frantic pleading in the noises issuing from his own lips. It’s almost like he’s not even there anymore, reduced to impulses and reactions, sitting right on the knife edge of pure ecstasy and watching it all from above himself. His state could be called reverent and blessed if not for the vile curses and primal grunting, bucking and thrusting back into Ben’s mouth.

His orgasm is like an explosion, sparks of light dancing in front of his darkened, blinded eyes starting as pinpricks before they slowly grow and merge into a wash of bright whiteness. His body strung tight as it convulses and unloads, it pushes out all it has with every beat of his heart. Ben’s fingers dig into his hipbones, stilling him. Impossibly, he sucks harder, wrings out more pleasure, drawing it out until Kyle is crying real tears, hanging limp in the shackles.

Then, slowly, it is all stripped away. The toy is removed from his body. The ankles cuffs are unlocked. The blindfold pulled free. Everything is removed.

The wrist cuffs are last, and then he’s standing before Ben, naked and bare of accoutrements, save only the collar and the needle. They look at one another for a second before Ben’s arms shoot out and catch Kyle as he falls, legs suddenly boneless once more, unable to support him. Maneuvering him to a chair, Ben sets him down and cups his face, examining him.

He looks seriously concerned, so Kyle assures him, “Totally worth having to wear a motherfucking
cage
on my dick for more than three goddamned days. Let’s do it again.”

“You sick bastard,” Ben sighs, shaking his head.

“Can I take it out? Please?”

“I don’t think I want you to.”

“
Pleeeease?
I’ll beg. You know I will.”

“All right,” he sighs. Pulling two clean gloves from the box, he hands them carefully to Kyle.

“Do I really need those?”

“Yes! Don’t make me change my mind.”

“You sound like you trust yourself with my body more than you trust me with my body,” Kyle accuses.

“That’s because I do, dumbass. We’ve established this. Be careful. Slow and easy.”

Kyle’s gloved fingers close around the end of the needle and begin to tug it back out. Ben watches how focused his eyes are, the frown creasing his brow, the steadiness of his hands as the metal spear pulls out a millimeter at a time.

As soon as the point is free, Ben takes the needle out of his hand and disposes of it in a biohazard container sitting in the corner of the room, returning with a bandage and antiseptic ointment.

The wound is bleeding now. It had not been before. As Ben cleans off the blood and two small punctures, patching him up, Kyle says thoughtfully, “I think I want to make it permanent next time. Just on the one side. Can I?”

Ben gives him a doubtful glance, taping down the bandage.

“Maybe. How are you feeling? You look a little pale.”

“I feel
incredible
. Gotta piss like a racehorse, but....”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Ben steps back to let Kyle get up. Checking his pulse and watching his eyes to check his alertness, Ben keeps fussing over him until Kyle rolls his eyes dramatically and smiles.

“You worry too fuckin’ much. I’m fine!”

“No, you’re just a cocky bastard. You collapsed in my arms a minute ago! Come on, I’ll take you inside and then you’re resting until we leave.”

Circling Kyle and gripping him under his arms in case he falls again, Ben leads him slowly back to the house and the bathroom.

“Hey. Um... I was wondering...about my... uh... my...
you know
.” Kyle mutters.

“You get your cage back after you pee and shower.”

“Thanks,” Kyle smiles shyly, leaning on Ben more than he really needs to, just to feel his arm tighten and hug him closer.

“I can’t. I can’t. I can’t,” he repeats over and over again, panicked, “I can’t do this.”

“Hey! Look at me,” Ben says. A few hours have passed. Grabbing Kyle’s chin, Ben forces him to look away from the small house they have just pulled up in front of. The Zen-like calmness and serenity of the afternoon is suddenly shattered by Kyle’s jittery apprehension in the face of having to see Gabriel and Darrek.

He loops a finger in one of the collar’s rings and yanks on it.

“Feel that? That means you do what I say.
I’m
in charge. No one touches you or talks to you unless I allow it. Same goes for you—no touching, no talking. You just be my good little kitty and stay right by my side. I might tell you to interact with Darrek or Gabriel, but I will not have you do
anything
that will be traumatic for you. We clear?”

Ben means the words almost entirely, but also knows this is just about getting Kyle through the first minute or two until he gets past his initial reactions.

“Yeah,” Kyle nods, looking calmer. “Yeah, we’re clear, sir.”

They approach the house, and Kyle frowns with confusion when Ben leads them around the side instead of ringing the doorbell. They follow the paved path that curves around the garage and toward the backyard, stepping through the fence’s gate.

When they clear the back corner of the building, Kyle gets an eyeful of what Gabriel and Ben have concocted to break the ice.

Kyle snorts with sudden, hysterical giggles, nearly doubling over from them.

Ben smiles at the reaction and tugs on his hand, walking with him the rest of the way into the backyard.