Deliver Us (56 page)

“Oh my god... oh my god...” Darrek gasps, urging Kyle’s hand on with small rolls of his hips, fisting his own dick now as horrible, welling, surging need floods his drained body, demanding
more
,
now
.

With his left hand still curled around Darrek’s leg, Kyle feels his tension and kisses Gabriel with need as Ben moves inside him. Kyle wants to feel it all, and savor every part of this, which is exactly why he didn’t drink enough to dull his senses or cloud his memory. Grateful affection and a strangely jagged undercurrent of anxiety colors the way he kisses at Gabriel’s full lips and sweet tongue. Every press and suck of lips is a wordless thank you for his own happiness, as well as Darrek’s, which Kyle knows is due in large part to Gabriel.

Temporary confusion causes him to pause when he feels Ben tug free of him and press a too-loving trail of kisses to the back of his neck, around the collar.

“Climb up on the chair,” Ben tells him after a glance and a nod from Gabriel. “Straddle Darrek.”

A shudder of want and apprehension races up Kyle’s spine and he swoons a little on his knees.

This is crazy
, he thinks even as he feels his body moving of its own accord. He stands, pulling his fingers free of Darrek’s body. Using his hands to find his way, Kyle gets up on his knees, settling them beside each of Darrek’s hips on the edge of the cushion, and braces his hands on either side of Darrek’s head.

Fully convinced he wouldn’t be able to do this if he wasn’t blindfolded, and if Darrek was touching him, Kyle feels Ben penetrate him again. Fucked into roughly until he’s panting and trembling above Darrek, Kyle feels a hand circle his cock, bringing him off with a few expert tugs. But it’s not Ben. He knows instantly that it must be Gabriel fisting his cock and it causes Kyle to make a small sobbing sound, even though he’s smiling a little.

“Hey,” Darrek hushes to him, seeing the emotion twist Kyle’s flushed-red face.

But then Kyle is coming, bucking into Gabriel’s fist and coating Darrek with hot, pulsing jets of fluid.

“Hey, Kyle. C’mere,” Darrek says gently, struggling in his bonds.

His arms giving out, Kyle’s body complies before his mind can catch up, and he finds himself nuzzling into Darrek’s neck as Ben finishes himself off, knocking Kyle forward into Darrek with each push.

Kyle tries to catch his breath, inhaling Darrek’s musky scent and reaching a hand behind himself to find Ben. Ben folds their hands together, holding on to Kyle as he recovers.

“You okay?” Darrek asks.

Kyle nods and laughs brokenly, thinking that he wishes Ben wasn't so good on the follow-through sometimes. Everything spins in his head. Everything Ben ever threatened or promised, it could all come true—every sinful act, of sex or of violence. Ben told him it would happen, just like this—with his mouth stuffed full of Darrek, his ass stuffed full of Ben, and sweetly kissed by Gabriel, taken and used by them all—and it did. It happened perfectly—perfectly heartbreaking, but perfect nonetheless.

“Wow,” Darrek sighs. “Um... I guess you can have the first shower, if you want.”

“Huh... I don’t know if I can stand up right now, honestly,” Kyle admits hoarsely.

“I’d uh... take your blindfold off for you, but my arms are kind of... trapped.”

“Nah, I don’t want to take it off yet. I’m afraid it’ll get all weird if I can see you.”

Kyle feels hands manhandling him, pulling him back and up off of Darrek. He tries to bat them away, because he knows what’s coming, but Ben gets the blindfold off before he can do anything about it.

“So? Is it weird?” Ben chuckles, looping an arm around Kyle’s waist and resting his chin on his shoulder.

“Yes. It is. Happy? Now you’ve ruined it,” Kyle sighs dramatically.

Gabriel laughs and pulls Darrek up from his seat, getting the ties on his arms unwound. When Darrek is free, and grinning at Kyle’s exaggerated pout, he lets Gabriel pull him over toward the stairs.

“C’mon stud. The shower is calling,” Gabriel says as they go. “Ben? You get jizz on my furniture, I’ll paddle your ass red and raw. You hear me?”

“Yes, Master!” he calls with a laugh and a salute.

The hot water slicks over Darrek’s body like liquid fingers touching him everywhere. The spray beats against his face, and he pushes his fingers back through his hair as the dampening strands mold to his skull and neck. He opens his mouth and lets it fill up before spitting it all back out against the tile wall. When he’s thoroughly wet, and the grimy feeling he’s been carrying around after another long, sweaty day on a job site begins to wash away, he soaps up his hands with a thick coating of bubbles. Shifting his legs apart he rubs around, under and between the firm globes of his cheeks before working his fingers over the rim of his hole. Then he’s fingering the soap inside, making sure he’s thoroughly cleaned for Gabriel.

Before he’d gotten into the shower, Darrek had flushed his ass out with anal douche. It was part of Gabriel’s instructions to him, delivered as soon as he was through the front door of their house. After he’d dropped his keys in the foyer, Darrek had seen the video equipment Gabriel was in the process of setting up in the living room.

Gabriel had grinned slyly over at him, and said, “So? You tired or can we play for a while?”

“
Play
?” Darrek smiled back, pulling his sweat-stained tank top over his head. It had been a week since their surreal episode with Kyle and Ben, and his and Gabriel’s love making had been rather tame after that. It had been almost like after doing something so extreme they needed to find balance by having really vanilla sex for a while—mostly lazy blowjobs and manual stimulation. But it appeared in that moment as if Gabriel had had enough vanilla. His skilled hands angled the digital camera secured to the tripod and checked the view screen.

“Yeah.
Play
,” he emphasized somewhat impatiently.

“All right. Do I get any hints?” He watched Gabriel perfect the shot of the lens aimed at the large armchair and ottoman that had been the site of their foursome the previous week. A tilt here and tweak there—Gabriel’s face was set and focused as he worked. Darrek could see it was important to him to have everything exactly as he wanted it to be. “I don’t see any gear laid out or hardware....”

“No hints. Go get cleaned up. There’s some cold beer in the fridge if you want to have a few while you’re up there,” Gabriel said, flicking his eyes in the direction of the upstairs bathroom.

“Drink in the shower?”

“Sure. Why not?” He smirked with a sideways glance at the hard expanse of Darrek’s thickly muscled, dirt-streaked, bare chest, gleaming with perspiration.

“Yer just trying to liquor me up, aren’tcha?”

“Maybe....”

Gabriel watched Darrek walk into the kitchen, grab two bottles from the refrigerator and take them both back to the steps as he went upstairs.

That had been about ten minutes earlier

. One of the beers is now empty, the bottle sitting on a small shelf in the shower stall. As Darrek washes the rest of his body with the sponge in his hand, he ponders what Gabriel could possibly be planning for him. The more he thinks about it, the faster his hands move, impatience kicking in. The slight burn of the soap that he had rubbed into himself over the sensitive tissues of his anus gets stronger the longer he waits to rinse it out. Even that small bit of discomfort, mixed with his growing desire to be at Gabriel’s mercy, perks up his cock. It fattens and fills with blood where it hangs between his legs. He tries to will the erection away and is slightly successful.

There are other things on his mind—worries and distractions. Some worries have to do with Gabriel, and some don’t. Darrek tries to refocus on those, but nothing can blot out the thrumming of blood and heat growing more powerful within his body with every beat of his heart. Need for Gabriel—Gabriel’s love and attention, his gorgeous, perfect body, his hands and lips, the feel of his rock-hard dick forcing its way deeply into him, filling him up so much that he aches from it—overpowers everything else. But it’s also the curiosity as to what Gabriel’s keen mind, filled with a rich wealth of knowledge of all the ways to make a man hurt and feel pleasure, has in store for him once he gets downstairs. No matter how many times Darrek endures this sort of moment of physical and mental preparation, readying himself inside and out for his Master, it never gets easier, because Gabriel never stops surprising him.

Nervousness and anticipation knot Darrek’s insides. The second beer cools him in the steamy humidity of the bathroom, and he finishes it quickly. Getting a quick buzz off of it, since he still doesn’t have much of a tolerance for any sort of alcohol, Darrek dries his hair enough that it’s not dripping everywhere, and heads downstairs in a snugly-fitting pair of gray briefs. Half-hard, the fabric contains him, but just barely.

Gabriel is still in the living room, and though the light outside is dimming as the sun sinks lower in the sky, inside it’s as bright as ever. All of the lights are on in the front room, with the rest of the house dark. Walking to the window, Gabriel tugs the curtains closed for privacy, and Darrek stares at the small floodlight pointed at the chair from behind the camera. It’s all set up for them, the oasis of light in an otherwise shadowy space. But just as it was when Darrek first walked in the door, there are no toys set out or restraints ready to bind him. The only thing on the side table is a large bottle of lubricant and two shot glasses filled with a dark, amber liquid.

“Are these for us?” Darrek asks, running a finger around the rim of one of the tiny glasses and shooting Gabriel a questioning glance.

“Those are for you. I want you relaxed and loose. I know we don’t use cameras that often when we do this, so I figured you might feel a little self-conscious about it.”

Darrek gives him a lopsided grin and bites at his lip. “You might say that.”

“I want to make a video of you, for me. There’s two smaller cameras wired up to the ceiling for other angles I can splice together when I edit the footage later. I was going to put on some music to make you more comfortable, but it’d affect the playback if the background sounds were choppy. Plus, this way, I’ll really be able to hear you. There’s a mic clipped to the bottom of the chair, just out of shot.”

Looking around the space, Darrek sees he’s right. He hadn’t even seen the cameras before, but now he does. They’re hooked to the ceiling with wires running down the wall. He can’t see the microphone, but has no doubt that it’s where Gabriel said it is too.

“So, is this practice for you, with the whole videography thing, or is it to fuck with my head?” When a wicked smirk is the only response, Darrek answers his own question with, “Okay. Got it. It’s both.”

“It’s a
lways
both,” Gabriel teases.

Gabriel steps close to him now that he’s sure no one can see in through the windows. The doors are locked, the dog is outside with a new bone to chew on, and the phones are all turned off. Standing chest to chest with his lover, Gabriel stares down his body, and hooks his index finger in the front of the waistband of Darrek’s gray briefs. The sight of the bulge inside them makes his mouth water. Pulling with his finger, the material stretches outward, easing the pressure on Darrek’s swollen flesh. He tugs the underwear down in the front, and Darrek’s cock springs free, twitching and curving upward as he gets harder from the attention.

“Drink the shots,” Gabriel rasps. “I want you to leave these briefs on while I stretch you out, okay? You look so fucking hot. I love how huge your dick looks in these.”

He pulls the gray cotton back up, getting it stretched over the lengthening erection, and stuffing Darrek back inside it. The elastic strains away from his belly. Darrek picks up the first shot glass as Gabriel runs his fingers along the underside of Darrek’s shaft through the fabric. Sniffing once at the mysterious liquid, Darrek swirls it around and gives it a doubtful pout.

“Just down it as fast as you can. It’ll burn, but it’s good stuff,” Gabriel tells him.

“What is it?”