Deliver Us (4 page)

It’s dark, too dark to see very much. An overhead directional lamp has been turned on, shining down on his crotch. It’s the only light in the room. The men are now wearing hoods, concealing their features. He sees a gleam of gray-blue eyes in one of them though, and knows it’s ‘Gabe,’ his Dominant, his Master. The other man is gingerly holding his penis upright, an insanely long metal rod in his other hand. Darrek’s Master is coating the metal liberally with lubricant. Darrek is certain that there’s absolutely no fucking way that it’s ever going to fit inside his penis.

Trace aligns the end with his slit and lets its weight begin to pull it down with the force of gravity alone, letting it begin to sink inside. There’s a feeling of pressure as his opening starts to stretch to try to accommodate it and then a sharp burning pain.

“Take a nice deep breath now. Okay? In and out,” Gabriel instructs.

Tremors wrack his body as his nervousness gets the best of him. He’s all at once certain that this would have been easier if he had been blindfolded, if he hadn’t seen the rod, and knows that he made the wrong choice.

A half-inch of the metal disappears into the head of his dick and the man continues to feed it inside, bit by bit.

He whimpers, tilting his hips, fighting not to scream as it feels for all the world like his dick is being split open.

Then it pushes deeper,
so fucking deep
and he
can’t
be quiet anymore.

“Ow! Ow!” he yelps, trying to pull away. “Stop!”

Gabriel just sighs and pulls a clothespin from a pocket.

“No, please! Don’t! Master, don’t! It hurts....”

“No talking,” he says, low and insistently, then Darrek feels him pulling a little on the loose skin of his ball sac, stretching it out and then he fastens the pin on it.

Darrek chokes, swallowing a rough yell, his eyes rolling up at the waves of pain, not wanting another pin attached to him though.

Now the torture is radiating from two spots, and he can’t watch. His head falls back onto the table as the rod gets deeper, more than halfway in now. His throat works, and he begins to make a choking sound simply because he’s fighting so hard to be quiet.

Gabriel adds more lube around the sound, smearing it into Darrek’s urethra. The metal keeps slipping inside. It’s almost in all the way, only an inch-and-a-half still visible when Gabriel’s hand takes hold of the clothespin and pulls on it, watching it stretch out Darrek’s sac.

“Aahh!” he screams. He opens his eyes, seeing another pin appear in Gabriel’s hand.

“That’s not
fair
!” Darrek barks at him, angrily. “That’s not....”

The wood clamps down on him in a second spot and then a third time. The sound is inside, the rod not even visible anymore. Trace attaches a device to keep it there, to hold it in place, and rests his fingers lightly on the shaft, keeping it pointing straight up. Darrek’s dick juts out from his body, and he stares at it, curious and fascinated, but he can’t seem to care because of the growing ache from the clothespins.

“I wanted to do this part without pain, but I guess it’s not going to work out that way. The pins stay on until I’m done. I have a question for you, slave. Have you ever had anyone penetrate your anus before? With anything?”

“N-n-no. No sir.”

“Interesting.”

He fingers Darrek’s entrance, pressing a fingertip inside. Just a fingertip. He rotates it, twisting it in his puckered hole, looking down at it.

Darrek’s heart starts to pound in his chest, his mouth going desert-dry. Trace shifts to the side and leans in to watch, and Darrek suddenly feels like he’s on display. He tries to close his legs, knowing that it’s futile. His toes flex and clench. His feet arch. When the finger penetrates him up to the last knuckle all at once, his legs kick and he bucks his hips, whining loudly.

“Such a tight little pink hole on this straight boy. Can’t wait to fuck it and stretch it out until it’s wide and gaping and messy. He’ll be walking funny for a week,” the other man growls.

The finger in his ass is the focus of his attention, the alien, unfamiliar feeling of it overwhelms him as it fucks him deep and rough. A second is quickly added, and they’re still staring at his ass, watching Gabriel’s fingers get swallowed up by it.

“Please don’t do this to me. I didn’t
want
this. I didn’t
come here
for this,” Darrek begs.

“Is that right, slave?” Gabriel asks, sarcastically. “If you don’t want this, and you want me to stop, you know what to say. So say it or shut up.”

Darrek bites his tongue and squeezes his eyes closed, grunting softly but not saying a word.

“Plug,” Gabriel says to his associate, holding out his hand. A medium-sized butt plug, already lubed, is set in his hand. With a glance up at Darrek, Gabriel pushes it deep inside, fucking him with it a few times, letting him feel how full he is before leaving it there, completely buried in his body. Darrek’s face is beet-red, his lips pursed and his fists clenched tight.

With a hand braced on the spreader bar between his thighs, Gabriel pushes Darrek’s legs back even more, bending him in half. With his other, he slaps at Darrek’s balls forcefully three times. Darrek shouts and then Gabriel’s hand closes around them, clothespins and all. He grips the abused flesh, watching Darrek writhe and buck and curse and scream, but he doesn’t let up. Darrek wriggles his ass on the bench, tries to shake Gabriel loose, but he just follows the movement, squeezing him even more.

“T-tundra!
Tundra!
Fuck!”

Gabriel lets go immediately and removes the pins as well.

Darrek sighs in relief.

“Hold his legs,” Gabriel orders Trace.

Letting Darrek calm down and catch his breath, Gabriel sits on the stool positioned at the foot of the table. He waits there, brushing his hands over Darrek’s thighs until his breathing is steady.

“Okay,” Darrek murmurs, almost too soft to hear.

Gabriel leans in and begins licking Darrek’s abused sac. Swiping greedily with the flat of his tongue, he laps up over them, moaning hungrily at their taste and heat. The sound vibrates through Darrek’s body. He gasps and shudders in response, in pleasure. His dick pulses with need, still stuffed and full. He pulls at the bonds but this time Gabriel knows that it’s because he wants to touch himself, not to cover up.

“Please... oh fuck... feels
so... fucking... good
....”

As Gabriel sucks each of Darrek’s balls into his mouth, rolling them on his tongue and using gentle suction to pull them back in his mouth, he pushes with a hand at the end of the plug in Darrek’s ass, angling it so that it jabs rhythmically at his prostate. Darrek bucks his hips up into Gabriel’s mouth with each strike against his sweet spot, whimpering desperately and freely.

Gabriel pulls his mouth away, working the plug still but letting Darrek’s sac fall with a soft wet sound from his lips. He watches Darrek, his face working with exquisite bliss. Then he quickly stands.

Gabriel opens his pants and frees his dick. Trace is holding Darrek in position, bent in half, ass out. He shoots Gabriel a sharp look that is soundly ignored and Darrek can’t even see what’s happening. Pulling the plug slowly out of Darrek’s body, Gabriel savors the way his stretched, reddened, wet hole gapes at first then begins to slowly contract once again. He rolls on a condom and coats himself with lube.

Taking his dick in hand, Gabriel taps the head of it repeatedly against Darrek’s gaping entrance.

“Can you feel me, slave? That’s my dick. I’m going to fuck your virgin ass now, and watch your hungry little hole take my thick cock.”

There’s not even a pause in which Darrek questions his answer, as Gabriel waits to see if he’ll use the safeword again. Darrek just grunts and pleads, “F-fu-fuck! Yeah...
yes,
Master.
Please
fuck me.”

“Good boy,” he sighs and thrusts inside Darrek in one swift movement, past the tighter outer ring of muscle and into the gripping heat of his body.

“Oh god! Oh my
god
...” Darrek cries, and there’s pain there, but the joy, relief and pleasure outshine it.

Gabriel doesn’t give him time to adjust, he just grips Darrek’s hips and fucks him deep and hard, his hips and balls slapping against Darrek’s ass. He circles a hand around Darrek’s stuffed cock and starts to stroke him in time with his thrusts. Darrek moans deep and long, arching into the touch.

“More. Please, Master.
Please
more, Master. Thank you....”

Hissing a little at the grip of the too-tight, velvety inner walls of Darrek’s body as they squeeze at him in just the right way, not having had a virgin, someone this utterly unbroken in
years
, Gabriel fucks him harder, growling now.

Trace swiftly unhooks the device around the sound. Gabriel’s squeezing pumps up the thick, red shaft cause Darrek’s body to push the rod out on its own. Trace’s fingers close around the metal and he pulls on it, letting it slide against and trigger sensitive nerve endings inside Darrek’s penis. Darrek comes suddenly, with a bright, ripping scream of pure, undiluted bliss. The sound is freed from his body just as he unloads, spunk jetting thickly out of the stretched hole, pulsing and spurting in time with the contractions of his body.

Gabriel pounds into him, gasping, his eyes closed as he focuses on nothing but Darrek. He comes quickly, filling the condom, wishing he was filling Darrek instead.

When he pulls out, Gabriel finds Darrek unconscious, limp and unresponsive — knocked out cold with the force of his orgasm.

When Darrek wakes, he’s clean, wearing his clothes, and has been covered with a soft cotton blanket. He becomes aware that he is in a small room, lying on a cot, and through the curtained window he can see the large maple tree swaying in the breeze. His whole body aches. It’s radiating out strongly from his genitals, though, so he lets his legs fall open wider. He slips a hand down and cups himself, sighing a little.

Then he notices that he’s not alone.

There’s a man sitting beside the bed, watching him and holding a glass of water. The man is shorter and slighter than Darrek. He has sensuous, full lips, short, dark brown hair that’s perfectly tousled, making him look incredibly sexy and like he just got out of bed, and sparkling, pale eyes.

It’s his Master.

Darrek sits up with a start, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, ignoring the fresh jolt of pain the sudden movement causes him.

“Hey, take it easy,” his Master says, meeting Darrek’s stare head-on. “You’ve been through a lot and you’re coming down from a hell of an adrenaline and endorphin rush. Here, drink this. It’ll help.”

“Master...” Darrek whispers, taking the proffered water and sipping it. He’s shocked at how hoarse his voice is. He must have strained his vocal cords with all of the yelling.

“It’s Gabriel. You don’t have to call me that when we’re not in a session,” Gabriel tells him, and smiles a little at the way Darrek bites shyly at his lip. “So, are you okay?”

Darrek nods, not sure what to say.

“Will I be seeing you here again?” Gabriel asks.

Shrugging, Darrek lowers his eyes and twists his fingers together.

Leaning in closer, resting an elbow on his knees, Gabriel brushes back a lock of Darrek’s hair, tucking it behind his ear. “Did you enjoy it, Darrek?”

The use of his name startles him, so he looks up. “Yes. I enjoyed it, Mas-Gabriel,” Darrek says, catching himself, but feeling more than a little weird using the name. It feels more comfortable to just keep calling him Master, and that speaks volumes for how far Darrek’s mindset has changed in only the last few hours.

Brushing his thumb over the swell of Darrek’s lower lip, and watching the way Darrek’s eyes slip softly closed at the touch, the gentle sigh of his breath, Gabriel says quietly, “Good. Good, I’m glad. Since you’re new at this, I want you to understand that you’re in a recovery phase. Go easy on yourself. You should have something to eat, and keep drinking plenty of fluids. And it’s normal to have an emotional crash, too. If you expect it to happen, and accept it for what it is, it’ll be that much easier to get past it. It’s called sub-drop. But, you know, tops go through the same sort of thing. I’m here if you want to talk about our session or how it’s making you feel.”

“Thanks, uh,” Darrek starts. “But I think I just want to head home and rest. A long, lazy lounge on the couch sounds pretty good right now.”

“I really enjoyed being your partner today. You were incredible.”

Unsure what to say, Darrek’s only response is a glance of acknowledgment.

“I can stick around a little longer,” Gabriel offers. “As long as you need, to make sure you’re okay.”

Finishing the water, hands clasped to the glass, self-conscious and out-of-sorts, Darrek says, “That’s alright. But I appreciate it.”

After waiting another minute to ensure Darrek is telling the truth, and really is fine, Gabriel stands, his hand falling away. He pulls a slip of paper from his pocket, staring at it then folding it over. After a pause, he holds it out to Darrek.