Deliver Us (11 page)

“Jesus,” Darrek moans, letting his head fall forward.

Gabriel stands, stroking his fingers through Darrek’s hair as he goes. He picks up the strap and runs it over Darrek’s body, around the side of his collared neck, down the length of his arms, over his hips and down his legs to his feet, protruding out from the bench.

Tapping the bottom of Darrek’s left foot with it, gently at first, as a warning, Gabriel gets gradually more firm with it before striking the foot hard with the narrow swath of leather. Darrek screams and tries to jerk his foot away. It shocks him, how painful it is, and he doesn’t like it
at all
. Gabriel just does it again, though—six soft slaps and then three sharp ones.

Darrek’s next scream chokes off as pain explodes in his foot, up his leg and out through his body. It hurts so very much more than being hit on his ass that it startles him into holding his breath, waiting for what’s to come.

The strap rubs up the back of his left leg, his calf and then his thigh. It rubs over his balls and he moans, shuddering hard on the surface of the bench, but when it makes its way back down his leg to his foot again, he tries to twist his lower leg away.

“No! Please, sir! Please! Gabriel!”

Sighing, Gabriel hooks a third weight onto the leather attached to Darrek’s testicles, causing him to whine shrilly. When he twists on the table, Gabriel orders him firmly, “Stay still!”

A shaky gasp of pure fear erupts from him, but he obeys. After only two warning slaps Gabriel strikes his foot three more times. Darrek jerks hard on the table, bucking and pulling so hard on his collar that he starts to choke himself with it.

“Calm down. Hey, hey! Calm down!” Gabriel says forcefully, running a hand over Darrek’s back, wrapping his right hand in one of Darrek’s, held in the wrist cuffs.

Darrek grips hard at Gabriel’s comforting hand, his long fingers twisting desperately around Gabriel’s smaller, smoother ones. Trembling and keening, his chest works as he sobs once loudly before getting it under control and falling quiet.

Hearing the sound of quiet, unintelligible murmuring from Darrek, seeing his breathing speed up even more until he seems almost to be close to hyperventilating, Gabriel sets aside the strap and goes to Darrek’s head once more.

Darrek turns his face away from him, as much as he can, when he sees Gabriel crouched in front of him.

He’s shaking, his lower lip quivering, and he can’t catch his breath as he repeats words too quietly for Gabriel to make out until he is only inches away, “I can’t do this. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t do this. I can’t.”

Gabriel leans in, pressing the side of his face to Darrek’s, his lips brushing over the skin.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, brushing his fingers over Darrek’s lips.

“Yes, but... it’s too much... I need to stop. I
can’t
....”

“You can. You can do this. You can do this. You’re doing wonderfully, my beautiful slave. I’ll take care of you. I promise. It’s my
job
to take care of you. Okay?”

“O-okay,” Darrek nods, turning a little into Gabriel’s touch, chasing his lips as they start to pull away.

“Breathe. Just breathe,” Gabriel tells him calmly, looking deeply into his eyes.

“Okay... sir.”

Hesitating a second, Gabriel leans in and kisses Darrek’s lips once before standing and walking back around the bench.

“Thank you, sir,” Darrek murmurs, and he’s breathing easier now.

“Ready?”

Darrek nods, unable to speak, and still trying not to tense up. When the strap starts to tap in warning against his ass he sighs, because
that
he can handle even with the ginger root still burning away at his body there.

The first real strike of the leather against the thickest part of his behind hurts, but in a way that Darrek completely enjoys. It’s more the reflex to clench up around the homemade butt plug that’s the real bitch, so as Gabriel spanks him with the strap, Darrek just focuses on not tensing up. And after a series of approximately eight blows, he’s mastered it. The surface of his ass is inflamed though, the blood beating under his skin, angry welts forming that he can’t see but knows must be there. When Gabriel’s short fingernails scratch over them, he really feels it, feels them, and strains up from the table, arching his back and moaning wantonly.

Gabriel smiles and grabs the end of the ginger root, tugging it slowly free of Darrek’s body.

Focusing intently on the sensations, trying to figure out what Gabriel is doing, since he’s unable to see, unable to hear much over the din of the music as it switches to a loud, pounding electronica song, Darrek feels the root leave his body, cringing and managing to only gasp and grunt as it slides over new parts of his body on the way. It’s rubbed up and down in the crease of his ass, and he grits his teeth, trying to wait it out.

Gabriel hears Darrek breathing in fits and starts, trying to anticipate what’s coming next. He sets the root aside and pulls on a latex glove, squirts some lubricant onto his hand, coating it and then fingers at Darrek’s entrance.

“Does it burn?” he asks, sliding three lubed fingers inside. He searches out Darrek’s prostate and rubs over it.

“Oh
shit
.... Geh... mmm...” Darrek pants, eyes rolling back at the tidal wave of pleasure, and it
does
burn, it burns like the root is still there, buried deep, but at the same time it just... feels... so...
good
.

“What’s my name? What is my name
today
, boy?” Gabriel asks, watching Darrek buck his hips, searching for some sort of friction against his dick to find a modicum of relief and getting none.

“D-daddy...” he moans thickly.

“What do you want, boy?”

“Want... wanna
come
... want you to let me come, Daddy....”

“Good. Good boy. I think you liked when I spanked your ass and used the strap on you, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, Daddy. I liked it. Fucking loved it.”

“Gonna use my cane on you now, boy, and then we’re going to do something else. Gonna hit your ass with my cane five times, and it’s gonna hurt like a bitch, but I think you can take it. Gonna make your ass
bleed
.”

“O-okay, Da-daddy... oh fucking
Christ
...” Darrek whines, undulating in time with Gabriel’s strokes over his sweet spot.

Gabriel suspects he could make Darrek come just from doing that, talking dirty to him while milking his prostate, and makes a mental note to try it out sometime. Withdrawing his hand, he laughs at Darrek’s mewl of protest while he peels off the glove and tosses it away. He grabs a short stick from the table and brings it around to Darrek’s head, pressing it between his teeth.

“Bite down on that. I’m not kidding. You’ll need it.”

Soft brown eyes flick up to his and Darrek nods a little in agreement.

He lifts the cane from the table and tests it, a flick of his wrist sending it whistling through the air. It’s thin, requiring precise movements, and good aim. He runs it lightly over the inflamed skin of Darrek’s behind then between his legs over his balls and cock, both of which are still a very angry red, his shaft slicked now with pre-come. It makes Darrek moan and shift his arms restlessly on the table. Gabriel taps his balls gently with it.

Grunting in protest, Darrek shakes his head vigorously.

Gabriel just laughs and brings the cane back to his ass. He sets it against his target and says, “This is one.”

The cane is brought back then whistles through the air again, landing true, right on the thick rounded curve of Darrek’s ass, leaving a bright red stripe as it bites through the skin. The effect is instantaneous. Darrek screams around the bit in his mouth and bucks on the table, breathing harshly through his nose.

Once he’s settled a bit, Gabriel says, “This is two,” and brings it down again. “And three.”

It lands a third time, both in different spots as Gabriel varies his target slightly. Darrek is almost delirious with the pain and doesn’t stop his muffled shouting even as Gabriel taps the cane twice against where the bottom curve of his ass meets his thighs.

“Four,” Gabriel warns, striking the target, and Darrek starts to sob around his gag.

“Five,” he says, bringing it down two more times against the backs of Darrek’s thighs and then throwing the cane aside. He quickly unlocks the thigh spreader and removes the cuffs around Darrek’s thighs. Moving to the side of the bench, he next unlocks the collar, not removing it, just unhooking it from the bench.

Grabbing Darrek’s shoulders, Gabriel pulls him upright on his knees and then to his feet.

“Look at me. Hey! Hey! Look at me, slave,” Gabriel orders him, as Darrek’s eyes roll, unfocused. He takes the bit from his mouth and sets that aside as well.

He slaps the side of Darrek’s face a few times, and he finally blinks and looks down at Gabriel.

“Hi. Welcome back,” he says sarcastically, unhooking the weights on the ball stretcher before removing that as well, unsnapping it and freeing Darrek’s testicles from their prison.

“Ohhhh... thank god,” he moans in relief. The wrist cuffs are the next things to be unhooked, and he starts to wonder if they’re finished, if this is it for the day.

“We’re not done, if you’re wondering,” Gabriel grins up at him, but letting Darrek flex his arms and shake them out for a second, and then does the same with his legs. He’s still adorned with the collar and cuffs, though they aren’t fastened to anything, and he’s still wearing the cock ring.

“Seriously?” he whines. Adding, “Umm... sir?”

“Seriously,” Gabriel replies, and Darrek really doesn’t like the look on his face as he takes hold of his dick and
pulls
on it, leading him across the room that way, like his dick is his leash. Making him walk faster than is easy or comfortable, Gabriel leads him up to the wall where there are multiple hooks embedded in the concrete at varying heights.

Guiding Darrek’s hands up, he attaches them to the wall by the cuffs, above his head on either side.

“Wondering what I’m going to do to you now?” Gabriel asks with a lopsided grin.

“...yeah, actually I am, sir,” Darrek squints down at him, until Gabriel kicks his feet farther apart, putting them at equal heights and eye-to-eye.

“That’s better,” Gabriel says as he next unsnaps the cock ring and sets it aside on another, smaller table. Darrek’s eyes skim over the table perfunctorily until he sees something on it—a pale, very thin sliver of something soaking in a dish of fluid. It’s the only thing on the tray. “Well, I’ll tell you, since you’ve been good for me so far today.”

He wraps his left hand around Darrek’s testicles and starts to squeeze.

“I’m going to insert this very special little piece of ginger root into your urethra. But first... I’m going to let you come, mainly because I need you to be soft when I insert it.”

Darrek winces loudly, his stomach cramped up and tight, as his balls are gripped tighter and tighter before Gabriel releases them finally. He sighs heavily. Staring at the thin stick of ginger, panic in his eyes, he’s unable to think of anything else until Gabriel’s fist closes around his shaft and begins to jack him in a relentless, brutally fast pace.

“G... Ga... oh god... oh my fucking, fucking
god
... oh sh-
shit
....
SHIT!
”

He shouts as he comes, hot and thick over Gabriel’s hand, shuddering, his knees giving out, but he’s held up by his wrists until the strength comes back to his legs, and Gabriel’s still pumping his cock. Darrek’s head leans back against the wall, his eyes closing, just savoring the feeling of Gabriel’s hand sliding through the mess of his spunk as he comes back down from his orgasm.

Not stopping even after it’s moved past pleasurable and started to become painful, Gabriel squeezes up and down his shaft until he’s totally soft and limp in his hand. Darrek winces again and follows the movement of Gabriel’s right hand with his eyes as it plucks the matchstick of ginger from the dish. Not hesitating or saying a word, Gabriel presses it at the slit in the head of his dick.

Darrek’s opening his mouth to say something in protest, he’s not sure
what
exactly, but surely
something
, when it’s all at once inside his wet opening and sliding deeply into his cock. And JESUS CHRIST does it burn.

Gabriel slides it in, until only a small bit, enough to grab hold of, is sticking out.

He’s not surprised when Darrek starts yelling, and takes a few steps away, grabbing some black tape. He rips off a length of it and seals Darrek’s mouth shut with it, quieting him.

Eyes flashing with fear and then anger, Darrek glares at him so Gabriel explains, “If you were going to use the safeword, you would have done it by now. And I don’t want to hear your complaining or protests. I just want you to
feel
this.”

He pulls out a blindfold from a drawer in the table and secures it over Darrek’s eyes next.

“I’m just going to leave you here, your dick on fire from the ginger, and let you really enjoy it. It’s been soaking in a solution with some minced ginger root for about twenty-four hours now, and is really very potent. Your ass and your dick are going to burn like this all day and possibly tomorrow too. The effects are very long-lasting.”

Darrek pulls on the wrist cuffs and alternately draws one leg up to his body then the other, but it doesn’t help at all, of course. He moans and grunts and cries and yells. For a few long minutes he doesn’t hear Gabriel, doesn’t even feel him nearby.

Then, fingers stroke up his shaft, grasping him just under the ridge of the head and squeezing there, putting pressure on the ginger inside his dick.

Shouting through the tape, Darrek shakes his head as fire blooms and explodes in his loins.

A finger rubs in circles around the head as the squeezing doesn’t let up.

Gabriel holds Darrek’s dick still, watching him get hugely erect again, and grips the ginger slice between two fingers of his other hand. Slowly, he begins to pull it out, and Darrek arches his hips, going up on his toes and pulling ferociously hard on the wrist cuffs. He’s still yelling but it’s nothing compared to when Gabriel starts to slide the ginger back inside, and doesn’t pull it free like Darrek expects him to.