Deliver Us (26 page)

“Um... a little... sir.”

“All right, well let me assure you that I’ll be careful, and that I’ve done this many times before, okay?”

Darrek nods and mumbles, “Yes, sir,” as Gabriel fills his hand with shaving cream and then proceeds to carefully cover Darrek with it — his balls and shaft and anywhere on his pelvis that has some of the short, dark hair, smearing the excess back between Darrek’s legs.

Interlocking his fingers, clasping his hands tightly behind his back to steady them, and trying not to move, Darrek watches Gabriel pick up the gleaming razor and, without hesitation, begin to drag it over the patch of skin just below his navel. After a few swipes, he rinses it off in the water in the sink and goes back to work. Once the hair has been removed from the area above the base of his cock, Gabriel moves to the sides, scraping off the short, scratchy hairs with determined sweeps of the sharp implement.

The most unnerving part of the whole thing is how quickly Gabriel is working, how fast he’s swiping the blade over Darrek’s delicate flesh. Darrek silently prays that Gabriel slows down a little when he begins doing his balls.

As soon as the thought is through his head, he sees Gabriel bring the washed-off razor to his testicles, after cradling them in his left hand. Not even pausing or glancing up at Darrek, he just as quickly cuts away the pubic hair from his sac with precise gentle presses of the razor. Darrek can feel the tremors growing in strength in his knees and fights to control them, to keep as still as he can as the sharp edge glides over the soft, wrinkled skin. Luckily, the fact that Gabriel is going so heart-stoppingly fast also means that he is done that much sooner.

Rinsing off the blade again, he takes hold of Darrek’s swollen cock next, gripping it with fingertips pressed around the head.

Now he
does
take a moment to glance up, only to say to Darrek severely, “Don’t come.”

“Okay,” he gasps, nodding.

Positioning the razor at the base, he slowly drags it up the shaft. As it scratches at the over-sensitive skin of Darrek’s dick, Gabriel listens to Darrek exhale shakily and says to him, “Obviously you don’t have any hair here. This part I’m doing just because I
can
, and because I want to. The blade creates an interesting sensation, moving over the surface of the penis, especially when you’re this erect. There’s also the fear of being cut. Makes it more exciting, don’t you think?”

“Yes, sir,” he replies meekly, his steely hard-on proof enough of his interest, despite the tone of his voice.

The blade has stopped just before the ridge of his cock head, one inch-wide swath of cream now removed. Dipping the razor in the water and tapping it on the rim of the sink, it goes once more to the base of Darrek’s dick and starts to work its way back up his length. Gabriel keeps Darrek’s dick pulled down at a ninety-degree angle to his body instead of where it wants to curve up against his belly.

Darrek’s gaze darts down, examining himself before it snaps back up to the spot on the wall above Gabriel’s head.

“You’re not bleeding, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Gabriel tells him, beginning a third pass.

Heart beating fast and wildly in his chest, stomach knotted and the entire length of his legs practically vibrating with nervous energy, somehow he survives Gabriel shaving-clean his dick.

Just when Darrek thinks they’re done, Gabriel says, “Turn around, spread your legs, and grab your ankles.”

“Umm...” Darrek grunts, too surprised to move.

Gabriel blinks up at him once before Darrek quickly obeys.

Assuming the position, he feels Gabriel spreading shaving cream over his ass, into his crack, and over the smooth patch of skin between his balls and asshole.

“Oh god...” he groans, hearing the quiet swishing, splashing sound of Gabriel cleaning the razor.

It is deeply humiliating, being bent over like this, letting someone else shave bare his most intimate areas, but the fact that it is
Gabriel
doing it, knowing how much he
does
trust Gabriel, only makes Darrek confused. The embarrassment becomes laced with dread of being cut with the razor, which mingles with the undeniable force of his lust and his surprise at the fact that some part of him is deeply enjoying this whole process.

Gabriel speedily shaves clean the globes of his cheeks and works inward, doing the crease of his ass last. When Gabriel swipes the blade repeatedly over his hole, Darrek knows it’s more to torture him than to take away any hard-to-reach hair. He does the patch of skin behind Darrek’s balls last, and Gabriel grins as he sees a shiver race down Darrek’s spine at the feeling of the blade pressing over the skin and sees goose bumps rise on his skin.

Using the towel to wipe away any lingering residue of foam, Gabriel admires his handiwork, satisfied.

“Okay. You’re ready,” he tells Darrek.

As he stands back up and turns around, Darrek locks eyes with Gabriel, who tells him, “You know, the best part about shaving you right before I start working you over is that right now your skin is at its
most
sensitive—newly exposed and slightly raw from the blade scraping at it. You’ll feel everything I do that much more.”

“Mmm,” Darrek hums, still overly aware of how exposed and turned on he is, still unable to speak.

Taking his hand, Gabriel feels Darrek curl his fingers tenderly and closely around his, taking comfort from the contact. Gabriel leads Darrek back to the bedroom.

As Darrek lays down on the bed at Gabriel’s urging, he stares raptly at the new hooks attached and anchored securely to the ceiling and wall. Gabriel guides his arms up and apart, securing his wrists with thick cuffs connected to chains that are fed back through the gaps in the headboard and then looped through the new hardware in the wall. Next, his feet are brought up, knees slightly bent, as far back and wide apart as Darrek’s body will let them go. He is in as much of a split as he will ever manage and his legs are as close to the wall as Gabriel can pull them, the thick ankle cuffs Gabriel fits him with secured to the opposite ends of the chains that hold his wrists.

It leaves him fairly unable to move and his genitals, ass and torso utterly exposed to Gabriel.

Darrek thinks it is
glorious
.

Already fully hard, Darrek is aware of his cock leaking pre-come, further evidence of how he is incredibly turned on by the position he is in, and the knowledge that Gabriel could do anything to him right now and Darrek would not only let him, but would probably enjoy the fuck out of it.

Gabriel walks away, gathering supplies and laying things out on the surface of the dresser nearby, somewhat out of Darrek’s line of sight.

Darrek sees him pick up a dish of tiny multicolored things and bring it back to the bed. Settling between Darrek’s spread legs, right in front of his ass, Gabriel picks one of the brightly colored objects and holds it up, showing it to him.

“It’s a tiny clip,” Gabriel explains, pinching the clips ends to demonstrate how they open and close. It looks like an itty bitty clothespin, which, of course, makes Darrek instantly nervous. “I have hundreds of them. I like these a
lot
because they can fit in
very
small places.”

The plastic clip is no more than three-quarters of an inch long. Darrek can see that Gabriel really does seem to have an endless supply of them. Before he can even begin to imagine where they are going to go, Gabriel’s hand is on his ass, spreading him out. One of the tiny clothespin-like things is attached to the lip of skin of his asshole.

“Oh fucking
hell
...” Darrek moans, head falling back as Gabriel clips on one after another after another to the spot, ringing his opening with them. He counts eleven in total. As he clenches up reflexively, he sees Gabriel watching him squirm, watching his opening twitch.

Next Gabriel circles Darrek’s dick with careful fingers, not touching it more than he has to, and steadies it as he attaches the first clip to the ridge of the head.

“Ga-
Gabe
...” he gasps, hips bucking at the sharp pinch, and gets a hard swat at his balls in response.

As Darrek writhes from the smack, Gabriel asks severely, “What did you call me?”

Choking out a small cry and twisting away, he croaks out, “I’m sorry, Master.”

“That’s better.”

The next clip is attached to the opposite side of the edge of his cock head, followed by six more. They are torturously intense, focused stings that never let up; they only grow with strength, the ache spreading down his shaft, cramping his belly. The pinching at his asshole throbs out across his glutes, down his legs and radiates up along his spine.

Selecting a blue one next, Gabriel lifts Darrek’s cock even more and slowly, carefully attaches it to a bit of skin at the slit in his dick. Pulling the clip to the side to make room for a second on the other side, stretching out the opening there in the process, Darrek whimpers brokenly, his hips coming up off the bed. A green one is attached on the other side and Gabriel lets him go, watches his dick bob and move in the air, ringed with colorful plastic.

Then he carefully grips the blue clip and the green one and twists them in opposite directions.

“Ahh! Fuck! Ouch!
Oh fucking
....”

He stops twisting them and instead pulls them apart, watching as the hole in the crown of Darrek’s dick gapes open.

Darrek grunts thickly, hips chasing the feeling, coming up off the bed again like that could possibly help at all.

“You know...” Gabriel says softly. His voice is calm and hushed as he makes his fingers into a circle around Darrek’s shaft, bringing them upward, pushing all the tiny clips attached to the head up, each one twisting and pulling at the sensitive flesh it’s attached to, “The thing I like most about these, besides the fact that they’re small enough to do
this
....”

He moves his hand and next pushes all of the circling clips back down almost flush against Darrek’s shaft. Darrek makes a sharp mewling cry, as Gabriel uses his other hand to grip a few of the clips attached to Darrek’s ass and twists them sharply clockwise, saying, “...when I take these off...” he twists the clips counterclockwise, “...it’s going to hurt a
hell
of a fucking lot more than it does right now....”

Taking hold of only one of the clips at Darrek’s entrance, he pulls it, stretching the skin away from his body before the clip gives way and plucks off.

“
OH. FUCK
!” Darrek cries, wiggling his ass away from Gabriel; muscles of his sphincter spasm as the ache spreads and multiplies, radiating in a shockwave. He has an overpowering urge to cover the area and rub it with a hand to try to soothe the hurt, so the chains rattle and clink as he tugs his arms at the bonds.

“Want me to take ’em off, slave?” Gabriel asks with a smile.

“
No, sir
! No, sir! Please no, sir!” Darrek says hurriedly.

“They’re going to have to come off at some point. I have other plans for your ass and dick tonight, you know.”

Darrek’s eyes flick down to all of the multicolored specks he can see, imagining all the ones he can feel on his ass, and moans, head lolling back. He feels a hand close gently around his sac, rolling his balls, and it all turns a corner. The pain shifts to pleasure. It hurts just as much, it even hurts
more
, but it’s not enough.

It’s not nearly enough.

His dick weeping pre-come, slicking the bits of plastic clamped down on it, Darrek moans, “More, please. More, please, Master. Thank you.”

Gabriel shifts up the bed, carefully moving one leg then the other so that he is straddling Darrek’s splayed body, with his knees on either side of Darrek’s waist and his legs extended under Darrek’s thighs. Staying upright so that he doesn’t put any pressure on Darrek’s bound and splayed legs, he reaches down and closes his fingers around each of Darrek’s hardened nipples. Pinching down firmly on the dark pink flesh, he watches Darrek’s face. Next, he begins pulling them away from his body, stretching out the skin as far as it will go. Arching his back, Darrek comes up off the bed, but the clips on his dick brush against the denim of Gabriel’s jeans and he shouts at the sudden wonderful sensation of pain there.

Not letting up at all, Gabriel twists the nubs of flesh in his fingers, pinching them harder still.

“Ahh! Ah-ha... ahhh...
shit
...” Darrek curses, writhing and coming up even more, his head curled forward now like he is trying to sit up, but his arms will not let him.

Gabriel twists them in the opposite direction.

“Master! Master, it hurts!
Oh god
....”

“Shhh....”

Releasing him, Gabriel begins plucking them, pulling them as far as they will go before his fingers just tug free, only to do it again and again. The nipples are red now, and Gabriel can feel the blood beating under the skin. Darrek is flushed pink from head to toe, slick with new sweat.

Gabriel leans down over him, bracing one hand on the bed beside Darrek’s head, bending forward at the waist as he takes hold of one of Darrek’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger, crushing it with rapid, pulsing squeezes, and says, “Look at me.”