Deliver Us (57 page)

“Straight bourbon.”

“Fuck me,” Darrek groans. “Okay. Cheers.”

He swallows it in one gulp, and feels Gabriel’s eyes on his throat as it works to get the searing liquid down his gullet.

He grimaces, coughing as his face scrunches up.

Gabriel hands him the second shot. The one inside him radiates heat through his throat and stomach as the fire spreads instead of dampening. Swallowing the second shot, Darrek’s eyes water a little as Gabriel takes the glass from his hand.

“Okay, baby. Over to the chair for me. Don’t pay any attention to the cameras, all right? It’s just you and me. No one’s gonna see this but us. And no rules just yet.”

“Yet? So there will be rules later?”

“Yeah. I wanna see how obedient you can be for me. That’s why I didn’t plan on using any restraints on you. Is that okay?”

“Yeah. I’m ready,” Darrek nods. “Wow... I’m... kinda dizzy. That’s strong stuff.”

“Come on over here. Get on your knees facing the back of the chair. Hold on to that so you don’t lose your balance. Put your head down if it’s more comfortable for you.”

Darrek climbs onto the ottoman and gets into position. The chair is soft and warm, the lights shining on him heat his skin, and he notices vaguely the overall mugginess of the room.

“Did you turn the air conditioning off?”

“Yeah. And I turned the furnace on just while we’re doing this.”

Gabriel’s hands begin to rub over Darrek’s back and legs. He arches into the gentle touch, and shivers when Gabriel combs his fingernails though his stringy wet hair, scratching over his scalp and down the back of his neck.

“Good. Just relax... good....”

It’s so quiet in the room that every sound seems amplified, echoing loudly in Darrek’s ears. The snap of his underwear against his thighs when Gabriel pulls them down in the back is like a gunshot. The briefs hug around his legs just under the curve of his ass, and his balls and cock are still encased uncomfortably in them in the front, but he knows better than to free himself if Gabriel hasn’t already done it for him. They may not be following formal rules at the moment, but Darrek’s too well-trained at this point to do anything but submit to Gabriel’s will.

He’s hot and flushed from the oppressive heat of the room, but his newly bared ass seems strangely cool. Then he hears the snap of the lubricant’s cap and wet squirting as Gabriel squeezes some of it out.

The chilliness intensifies when he feels dripping fingertips rub over his hole, circling the rim and spreading the lube up through his ass crack.

Gabriel says in a low purr, “Now, I want you to reach back and spread yourself open for me. Let’s get a good look at your pretty pink hole. Gonna make it nice and wet and get you stretched out so I can fuck it, all right?”

“’Kay...” He shifts, bracing his body with his shoulders planted on the chair’s cushion, his hips high and arms reaching back. Grabbing on to his ass cheeks with each hand, he pulls. He knows it’s only Gabriel, and that he has no good reason to be nervous, but butterflies flutter in his stomach as his head spins and tilts from the booze. A tidal wave of self-consciousness buffets him, and he feels his opening wink shut against a soft puff of Gabriel’s breath across it. “Um... Gabe....”

A single finger presses at the ring of muscle that keeps alternately relaxing then clenching shut. A tight knot of dusky pink in the center of Darrek’s pale backside, Gabriel’s tan finger eases through it to the first knuckle, pushing a dollop of lubricant inside the cavity. It makes a too-loud squelch as Gabriel pushes the gel in only to pop his finger back out and do it again, rubbing the shiny liquid into the wrinkled skin of his rim and then inside again, pushing farther this time.

Gabriel rubs three fingers over the twitching orifice, feeling the muscles clench and release under him, getting pinker for all the attention.

“I’m so fucking hard right now,” Gabriel says to Darrek. He thrusts hard with his middle finger, getting it inside Darrek’s body up to the last knuckle then twisting and pulling down with it. It stretches the opening, and it gapes open slightly as Gabriel applies pressure to the inner wall. Positioning the tip of the bottle of lube at the gap, Gabriel squirts some more up Darrek’s hole and hears his hiss at the sudden coldness. “Can’t wait to see this little pucker of yours take my fat cock, get you all stretched out around me. You want it?”

“Yeah, I want it,” he moans.

“No one else gets to fuck this but me,” Gabriel growls. “
No one
.”

Adding his ring finger beside his middle finger, Gabriel spreads them apart and holds Darrek open. When Gabriel doesn’t move, doesn’t do anything but keep him pried apart like that, Darrek moans again and tries to push back on Gabriel’s hand which is already buried up the hilt inside him.

“God, look how hungry you are for it. You like the feel of my fingers stuffed up your ass? Mmm, maybe I need to get a better look at you...”

Darrek glances back and sees Gabriel reach for a small, hand-held camera with a light secured to the top.

Pointing it at Darrek’s opening, Gabriel lets the light shine into his body and films a close-up of his fingers pulling at the dark-pink tissue of the inner walls of Darrek’s rectum.

“You’re so fucking tight in here, Dare....”

Darrek feels himself clench up reflexively around Gabriel’s fingers, knowing that the camera’s recording all of it. He whines and tries to muffle the sound in the chair. He can feel his dick pulsing, pre-come seeping out, in the sheath of his too-tight underwear as a wet spot darkens the fabric around the head. The fingers inside him twist around and bend. Gabriel strokes once over the bundle of nerves of his prostate. Darrek makes a choked whimper and his hips buck.

“Making your little panties nice and wet for me, aren’t you?” Gabriel chuckles, rubbing the spot a second and third time. “Maybe when I fuck this little hole I should stuff those panties in your mouth and make you suck on ’em.”

The handheld gets shut off and put aside. With his hand now free, Gabriel closes it around Darrek’s cock through the soaked underwear and squeezes.

Manipulating Darrek, tugging on him and rubbing a finger over the still-oozing slit in his cockhead, Gabriel digs in his pocket and pulls from it a small but thickly tapered butt plug. Drizzling lube over it, Gabriel smears the liquid around and gets it as wet as he can before placing the tip at Darrek’s entrance. Applying downward pressure as he pushes it at a sharp angle through the outer ring, Gabriel hears Darrek’s deep moan and feels his cock go rock hard inside his fist.

“Mmm...” Darrek pants.

Gabriel pushes at the base until it’s flush with Darrek’s body at then uses his fingertips to nudge it even deeper.

“Don’t you dare come yet, you hear me?” Gabriel warns.

“’M sorry,” Darrek whines, “It just...
ahhh
... it hurts so fucking good.”

Grabbing the base with his fingers, Gabriel pulls it back out an inch or two, watching Darrek’s reddened rim hug the black plastic. Angling his wrist, he jabs it violently into Darrek’s hole. It causes him to yelp and buck forward on the chair, pulling himself mostly free of the toy in the process.

“That hurt?” Gabriel grins.

Darrek doesn’t answer, panting roughly into the chair.

“Look at me.”

Almost reluctantly, he complies, turning to face Gabriel.

“Don’t fucking move,” he warns. “You want hurt, I can give you hurt. So stay still, or you get shackled and then I’ll
really
make it hurt.”

Darrek nods, his nose crinkling up in anticipation.

Then Gabriel starts ramming him with the plug, impaling him on the hard plastic at a brutal angle, twisting the point inside his ass in a swiveling motion as he yanks it slowly out to do it again. Darrek does as he’s told and stays as still as possible. His fingers dig in so hard to the flesh of his ass, which he’s still holding on to, that it leaves little crescent moons where his fingernails bite the skin.

And it still hurts, but he rocks back on each rough push of Gabriel’s hand, and he knows that if Gabriel moved just a little faster, he’d be able to come. So he starts rocking back onto the wriggling point of the plug at an increased pace, his breathing coming quicker and more shallowly.

“You’re gonna come, aren’t you?” Gabriel asks, in a quietly threatening voice.

Darrek whimpers and pushes his hips back in an even harder thrust.

“Darrek, I
order you
not to come. You hear me?” he warns, turning the plug and slamming it right into Darrek’s sweet spot on the next penetration. Darrek shudders and rasps a low noise.

“Oh fuck...” he manages.

“Darrek....”

Releasing his hold on himself, he reaches between his legs instead, knowing that with one tug at his dick he’ll be able to release all of the torturous pressure swelling up in his balls.

“
No
,” Gabriel insists.

With a fluid movement, he removes the toy, pulls Darrek upright on his knees, and gets his arms pinned behind his back. Darrek curses wildly and fights the hold, writhing. The front of his briefs are almost black in spots they’re so wet with his pre-come, and the purple-red head of his dick is peeking out the top of the waistband.

Gabriel laughs cruelly in his ear and says calmly, “I said,
no
.”

“You said no rules,” Darrek complains. “I wanna fucking
come
.”

“Okay. Fair enough. You go ahead and do that then, but if you come, we stop playing. Right now. So it’s your choice. I can give you even more of what I know you want, and then when I let you come, you’ll climax so hard your head’ll fucking explode from it, or you can do it now and go upstairs and watch TV or go to bed.”

“God damn it, Gabriel!” Darrek rasps. “Fine. But I get payback for this shit.”

Gabriel chuckles again and kisses his neck. “All right. It’s a deal.” As he manhandles Darrek around so that he’s facing the camera, and gets his own pants off, he asks, “Why are you so riled up over this, anyway? You usually have better self-control. Is it the cameras? You get off on having an audience?”

“Umm... yeah,” Darrek admits shyly.

“Take your underwear off,” Gabriel says softly to him as he throws his jeans and boxers aside and sits on the chair, leaning back.

Darrek shoves the clothing down and somehow gets them off. They cling to him though, and it takes an effort to get free. But then he’s out of them and there’s nothing to conceal him from the all-seeing eye of the lenses aimed his way.

“You’re not really going to make me suck on ’em, are you?”

Laughing, Gabriel retorts, “Why? You want to?” He pulls Darrek’s hips back, getting him straddled over his legs, and decides, “Nah. Toss ’em. I want to hear every pretty little sound that fuckable mouth of yours makes.”

“So... now what?” he asks, all too aware of how he must look. “How do you want me?”

He hears Gabriel open the lube again, and out of the corner of his eye sees him slicking himself with it.

“I want you just like this,” Gabriel tells him. “Don’t overthink it, just close your eyes. The only rule right now is that you can’t touch yourself. That’s all.”

“I can handle that. I think.”

Eyes shut tight, Darrek feels Gabriel caress the sides of his upper thighs and guide him back and down. It comes naturally. Darrek reaches behind his body and guides Gabriel into his well-prepared opening. The biggest part, the silky-smooth, spongy, rounded head, forces its way through with all of Darrek’s weight behind the movement as he sinks down onto it.

Breathing through the burn, Darrek keeps lowering himself on the shaft, taking it in inch by inch. Gabriel’s a lot bigger than the plug was, so he feels the stretch.

Gabriel’s arms circle his chest, and pull Darrek’s back flush to his chest. Every expansion and contraction of Darrek’s ribcage is felt, every deep inhale of air. Gabriel closes his lips around Darrek’s earlobe, nipping at it and sucking hard. Using the muscles in his thighs, Darrek rears up then rocks back down. He feels the friction of Gabriel’s stiff cock rubbing along the inside of his body. The intensity of being so intimately connected to him continues to affect Darrek like nothing else. Every time, it’s like coming home again. He breathes easier, and relaxes even more. Everything else dissipates and all that matters is the sharp inhale Gabriel makes, the small pain of his teeth biting Darrek’s ear and then his neck as he moves a little faster, fucking himself down onto him.

He builds a steady rhythm, slapping his ass down against Gabriel’s pelvis a little harder each time, a little faster too. Soon he’s bouncing on Gabriel’s lap, dimly aware of his dick bouncing as well, but counter to his movements and smearing wet over his belly. He lets his head fall back on his shoulders and spreads his legs a little wider. Gabriel begins to push up when Darrek thrusts down. His fingers rub the crease of Darrek’s ass and down around the delicate, silken, stretched skin of Darrek’s rim. The touch causes Darrek’s movements to falter.

“You like that?” Gabriel croons, rubbing harder at the ring of muscle, working his finger at the junction of his body and Darrek’s, he presses at the spot to try to get inside. With his thumb he rubs hard over the smooth patch of skin behind Darrek’s balls, stimulating his prostate.

Darrek’s face scrunches up and his lips part in a soft gasp. He’s completely still now, unable to do anything but feel Gabriel touching him and penetrating him.

“Gonna stick my finger in here, too,” he warns. “So relax your sphincter as much as you can.”

He pushes at Darrek’s lower back with his left hand, guiding him forward. Darrek braces his hands on Gabriel’s legs and leans in that direction. Concentrating on regulating his breathing, he unclenches and lets the digit slip in beside the pulsing length of Gabriel’s dick.

“
Mmm
...” he hums unevenly at the extra stretch.

Circling his shaft, and fitting it within the junction of his thumb and index finger, Gabriel watches Darrek push back down onto him, swallowing up the exposed length of his flushed cock as well as Gabriel’s thumb.

“Good
... ahhh
... feel so good, Dare... okay. Go. Hard as you want.”