Deliverance - Hooch and Matt's Story (39 page)

He was just pulling open the drawer that held the butt plugs when he heard a noise at the front door, as Hooch returned from his appointment. “Matt?”

“In here,” Matt called out.

“I’m going to get cleaned up.”

“Sure.” Matt smiled to himself when he heard the familiar sounds of Hooch moving about the apartment, and then the shower starting.

He returned his attention to the toy cupboard to considered the rest. Not all that much that could feasibly go under Hooch’s uniform—in addition to the collars and leashes, the wrist and ankle cuffs were out, as was the rest of the collection of butter-soft black leather. The chains would jingle too much fastened to the nipple rings, as fantastic as they looked against the black ink on Hooch’s chest, and the ball spreaders and parachute weights were equally impossible in uniform. He pondered a wand, but it would be the first time for Hooch to wear a metal rod inside his cock anywhere other than the safety of home or the club. They were out at an official function tonight, he wasn’t going to risk for Hooch to get into any potential problems.

He was that concentrated on evaluating all the possibilities, that he almost missed Hooch’s arrival, but a sound at the bedroom door made him look up.

It was Hooch, naked and with damp hair, leaning against the door jamb, with a part amused and part curious expression on his face.

Hooch was perfect: beautiful, wild and dangerous as he stood with his legs braced and his arms behind his back. Almost all of his body permanently adorned with tribal tattoos in black ink, which incorporated Matt’s initials several times, and was carefully designed to minimize the visual impact of Hooch’s scars. The stunning design formed a coherent and artistic whole, running across his shoulder in back and front, winding around his biceps, down his pecs and chest, contrasting with the metal of the heavy gauge rings in his nipples, along his abs and down his thighs, to snake around to the back, meeting the first tattoo across the lower back, where it united with a design up his back, that flared all the way across his strong deltoids. His cock, which began to harden under Matt’s scrutiny, with its Prince Albert piercing, and the gleaming metal rings of the scrotal ladder beneath. Last but not least the piercing that wasn’t visible when Hooch was standing like this, the guiche ring, Matt’s favorite of them all.

Hooch was perfect as he was, and in that moment Matt realized that it was all about what he
could
do, what he
could
make Hooch wear, how he
could
make him suffer; there were no limits. Hooch was well and truly his, in every sense of the word.

Tamed by Matt, and the ownership manifested itself on and in Hooch’s body; on his skin, and through his flesh.

Matt didn’t say anything as he picked up some metal, stepping close to Hooch. He brushed a hand from shoulder to nipple, lingering, caressing, before removing one, then the other of Hooch’s usual rings. Teasing them alternately before putting in the heavier rings with weighted beads.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork. “Now get into uniform.”

Hoch looked taken aback, but if the lack of any other adornments surprised or even disappointed him, he didn’t voice it. Instead he just nodded and started to dress in his uniform. He could feel the weight pull and tug at his nipples with each movement, causing sensations that shot straight to his cock.

Matt smiled at Hooch’s discomfort and brushed a kiss against his cheek as he stood up. “You’ll have to learn to control your cock unless you want to spend the night with a hard-on.” He watched Hooch for a moment, before making a slow gesture across the assortment of gleaming metal, black silicone and leather, laid out on the bed. “Then again, you might want to think about what I’m going to do to you once we get back here.”

Hooch swallowed as he carefully slipped into the starched shirt. The touch of fabric against his over-sensitized nipples made him want to hiss. “I think in that case I’ll be spending the night with a hard-on.”

“We’ll see.” There was a gleam in Matt’s eye as he turned to the wardrobe for his own clothes. “It depends how it goes tonight.”

* * *

By the time they returned to the gym late at night, Hooch was desperate after Matt had told him at they left the function, that he wanted him to undress the moment they stepped through the door. Careless of his dress uniform, Hooch obeyed the order, leaving pieces of clothing strewn across the living room for a miffed Rex to ignore as he was woken from a sound sleep on the couch.

“Stop.” Matt’s voice was deceptively soft as he kept Hooch from turning into the bedroom. “Brace yourself on the dinner table.” He knew he didn’t have to explain anything else, and true to his knowledge of things unspoken and years spent together, Hooch immediately went across, hands far apart on the table, bending over until the metal of the weighted nipple rings touched the cool surface, and spread his legs as wide as he could.

The sound of a tube being flicked open in Hooch’s back, and the rustle of clothes, before a hand too hold of his hips and he was nudged further down.

“Don’t make a sound,” Matt ordered, and the next moment he entered, not allowing Hooch to accommodate to his cock. It took only a few thrusts before he came, while Hooch fought to remain silent, his body entirely ignored by Matt.

After recovering for a few seconds, Matt withdrew with a kiss to the back of Hooch’s neck. Not having been given permission to move, Hooch remained bent over the table.

“I think,” Matt said against Hooch’s ear, “I’ll put you into the new device tonight. Consider it the first stage of your chastity training.” He ran his hands over and down Hooch’s tattooed back, all the way to his ass, which he cupped in both hands. Pulling Hooch’s ass checks apart, Matt bent down and swiped his tongue along the crack, catching some of his own cum that had been leaking.

Hooch trembled, and the tension in his body told Matt how much Hooch had to control himself to remain silent.

“But first,” Matt stood back up, “you’re going to hold my cum inside you, stretched and ready for me in the morning.”

Hooch nodded silently, swallowing hard.

“Don’t move.” With that order, Matt went into the bedroom to the toy cabinet, where he’d laid out what he’d chosen earlier.

He returned with a butt plug that was not the largest in the collection by far, but made of cold, unforgiving metal, and designed to be locked to the new device. He didn’t prepare Hooch, using the cum in Hooch’s ass as the only lube to take the worst off the burn, as he pushed the plug slowly into Hooch, letting him feel every movement as he twisted the cool metal inside, until it was embedded deeply in Hooch, held inside by Hooch’s own body.

He was rewarded with an instant quickening of Hooch’s breath, and another tremor, more pronounced this time.

“Remember the first time I tied you to the bed?” Matt asked.

Hooch nodded.

“You asked for twelve hours, then.” Matt reached down and ran a hand across Hooch’s tattooed pecs, twisting and flicking each heavy nipple ring in turn, while Hooch fought to remain silent. “You get twelve hours now.” Matt suddenly pulled Hooch up to stand. “Go take a cold shower, make sure the plug stays inside you, and don’t touch yourself. You’re not going to come, but I want your cock to be soft when you return.”

“You bastard.” Hooch groaned out, the order to remain silent forgotten. His voice was hoarse with arousal and unfulfilled need. “You’re a fucking bastard and I fucking love you.”

“And I love you.” Matt’s smirk didn’t disappear as he lightly slapped Hooch’s shoulder to get him going. “I give you five minutes.”

Matt was satisfied that Hooch’s movements weren’t completely sure when he watched him go to the bathroom to force the arousal down. In the few minutes it took for the cold water to work, Matt went to the bedroom to take hold of the chastity device, which had cost more to manufacture to their exact specifications, than many cars.

He looked up when Hooch returned, stepping through the door and close to the bed, still damp, and his black-inked skin covered in goose bumps, but his cock was soft, as ordered.

Hooch’s dark eyes tracked Matt’s finger over the metal. Brand new, immaculate craftsmanship, and fashioned perfectly to Hooch’s body with a few special features: the cage for his cock had studs inside that would make any hard-on more uncomfortable than most other devices; the rear opening was large enough to fuck and even fist-fuck him while he wore the device, and it sported secure fastenings for butt plugs of varying sizes. It was expertly created to be worn for extended periods of time, making it possible for Hooch to piss and get cleaned out, but never to come, unless Matt

his owner

allowed him to.

Matt’s smile grew as he picked up the device. Hooch widened his stance for easier access, and stood eye to eye before Matt slowly moved to kneel down, so that he could look at what he was doing. Carefully fitting the device on at the front, moving with gentle fingers so as not to touch Hooch’s cock unnecessarily while locking the cage around it. He avoided the heavy gauge Prince Albert piercing until the very last moment, when he fit a small bar through the piercing’s ring, fixing Hooch’s cock to the cage even more securely, before pointing the cage down and snapping it to the chrome base. Moving his hands between Hooch’s legs, Matt brushed against the guiche ring while pushing the base plate snugly back, then arranged all three rings of Hooch’s scrotal ladder piercing until they lined up perfectly to the bar-fitted slots that had been worked into the device. He snapped each bar shut through each ring, then closed the two halves of the device at Hooch’s hips, which locked securely, with only Matt having the key to open it.

Matt stepped back to admire the view of the polished, gleaming chrome against Hooch’s smooth and tattooed skin. “Now lie down and sleep.” He pulled the covers back to emphasize his order.

Hooch shuddered when he tried to obey, because every movement caused sensations that shot straight to his cock, which instantly swelled against the confines of the cage but the metal studs dug painfully into the hardening flesh, tormenting between arousal and pain. He tried to will his breathing back down to normal to have any chance of sleep, but utterly failed. A cacophony of counteracting sensation threatened to drive him insane: his cock was hard and yet unable to fully be, with the studs digging painfully into the aching flesh, the piercings in his cock and balls being manipulated with the tiniest of movement.

A sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead, as he forced himself to get onto the bed. Lying down nearly made him gasp, but he bit his lower lip to stay silent, feeling the rapidly warming metal plug move inside his ass, which was still overly sensitive from the far-too quick fuck. With all of the hardware locked securely into place, there was nothing he could do but bear the sensations that simultaneously made him want to beg for more, and plead for less.

Hooch lay on his back to at least avoid any more movements to his tortured nipples, figuring that he wasn’t going to get any sleep for the rest of the night.

Matt lay down next to Hooch pulling the covers over them both. “Wouldn’t do for you to get bored with me.”

“No danger of that.” Hooch answered hoarsely, breaking the silence once more.

Matt grinned and reached out a hand to play with the heavy nipple rings.

“If you want me to sleep…” Hooch gasped, “this is not the best way.”

Matt’s grin grew, if possible, ever wider. “Oh,” he rumbled, not taking his hand off Hooch’s chest, “maybe not, but we’re not going to know unless we try.” Matt’s hand crept southward over the metal of the locked device, warm from Hooch’s body heat, and settled between his legs. Flicking the guiche, he was rewarded with a suppressed groan from Hooch, whose whole body trembled. “Next time, I’ll keep you in for twenty-four hours.” He mused, “and then I’ll show you off at the club and I’ll let you get fucked by anyone who wants to, all night, while you wear this.” He saw the effect his words had on Hooch, whose struggles increased. “And after that…” Matt murmured into Hooch’s ear, lips touching while he spoke, “I’ll keep you in it for a whole weekend, not allowing you to come, or even an entire week, while you’re off duty.”

Matt smiled when Hooch whimpered.

“Let me see,” Matt contemplated, while his fingers kept moving over metal and lightly touching the trembling skin beneath. “I spent the evening with you, in a roomful of officers and their wives, ten days after the repeal of DADT, a CO who still can’t quite believe that his most senior Delta instructor came out of the closet, and, of course, the food was shit. Except for the food, it was pretty good, actually.” His fingers teasingly glided over the slots. “Still, I think you deserve your twelve hours.”

Hooch groaned. “If I begged on my knees, would that sway you?”

“No,” Matt told him, his tone cheerful. “How about I let you do whatever you like to me, as soon as the twelve hours are over…” trailing off temptingly as he propped himself up, hand under chin, looking straight at Hooch.

“Anything?”

“Absolutely anything.” Trust and mischief warred in Matt’s eyes while his grin grew. “And now back to silence. I need my sleep.” He stretched out next to Hooch, head on pillow, and closed his eyes.

“Lucky bastard.” Hooch murmured, before he shut up and succumbed to his body’s suffering
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and his mind’s peace.