Deliver Us (58 page)

Darrek rides Gabriel, slowly at first, because every time he happens to pull up more than a few inches, Gabriel’s thumb pops out and then catches at his rim on the thrust back inside. Each time that happens Darrek gasps harshly and blinks wide-eyed at the cameras. He builds speed and force as he controls his movements, making them shorter and quicker. Then Gabriel is thrusting up frantically into him, his hips twitching in violent bursts. He removes his thumb and pins Darrek down flush to him, just pushing, and pushing, and
pushing
as he orgasms and unloads up Darrek’s hole. Sinking back against Gabriel’s chest again, Darrek is pleased to hear Gabriel’s gruff little moans and mewls as he comes down. He strokes his fingers along Gabriel’s body, caressing his arms and legs. Reaching behind his shoulder, he combs through Gabriel’s short hair and cranes his neck to catch Gabriel’s mouth in a soft kiss.

“Do you know how gorgeous you are right now?” Gabriel says against Darrek’s lips before licking between them and sucking Darrek’s tongue.

“Yeah, sweaty and hard and sticky... real ‘gorgeous’,” Darrek huffs.

“You are. I’m obsessed with having you like this. You’re not worrying about anything. You’re just here, with me, letting me turn you inside out and loving you through it,” he whispers, eyes wide and dark with promise and devotion. “Thank you for giving me this. It’s the most anyone’s ever given me.”

“You’re welcome,” Darrek smiles, sweeping his tongue deeply into Gabriel’s mouth to lick there while letting Gabriel move him to a new position.

He knows they’re not done yet. They’re far from it.

All Darrek knows is the taste of Gabriel’s mouth, the soft, wet warmth of his sweet-tasting tongue as his body gets tilted back. Gabriel bends his knees, spreading them out. They nudge Darrek’s legs apart. He’d been straddling Gabriel, but now Gabriel grabs Darrek’s thighs and guides them as far apart as they’ll go, hooking them over the arms of the chair with Darrek’s knees back toward his chest. Gabriel keeps them there by locking his knees in under them, forcing Darrek wide. The downward angle of the camera on the tripod should be perfectly angled to catch the spectacular view of Darrek’s parted thighs—his used and filled hole, hugged tightly around Gabriel’s cock, his swollen dick and drawn-up-tight balls. Gabriel fondles him as they kiss, urging on each little jump of Darrek’s flesh.

“This is when the rules kick in,” Gabriel tells him. “Right now, I’m your Master, and you are my slave. You will address me as such, and the only way you get out of obeying my orders is by using the safeword. Say your safeword for me, slave.”

“Tundra,” Darrek murmurs, adding, “Master.”

“Very good. Do you understand my rules? Will you obey me?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now, I want you to stay perfectly still. Hook your arms around and behind my upper arms. I need your hands out of the way.”

Darrek fits his hands into the narrow space available between Gabriel and the sides of the chair. His heartbeat is starting to race wildly in anxiety and it’s causing him to breathe in shallow, audible gasps.

Chuckling, Gabriel rubs the pad of a thumb firmly around the root of Darrek’s shaft and down over his balls, teasing, “I love when you get nervous like this. Why are you nervous, slave?”

“’Cause I know it’s gonna hurt, but I don’t know what you’re gonna
do
. There aren’t any... toys.”

“That’s right. No toys, just my hands. My hands make you nervous?”

“Yes, sir,” Darrek groans as Gabriel scratches a fingernail up the full, pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft. The scratch is deeper than is comfortable and Darrek wants to writhe or twist away, but he’d be disobeying. Plus there’s nowhere for him to go anyway. Then the nail scratches up to the ridge and through the divot to the tip. It catches in the slit and tugs at it as it digs across.

Sealing his lips together, Darrek tries to swallow back a deeper groan and fights to stay still. When Gabriel simply reverses course and scratches his way back down, Darrek hears his pleased hum and feels the vibrations of it tickle his ear. The fingernail scrapes down over his balls to his taint. It causes Darrek to make a broken keening sound. Then the scratching stops and the hand instead tugs the flesh of Gabriel’s cock that’s stuffed up his asshole. It frees Gabriel from him, leaving him gaping. He can feel how loose he is, how stretched out and wet. And the cameras are seeing all of it.

Gabriel purrs in his ear, “Gonna leave you like this for a good long time. I wanna see my come drip out of you.”

The words go straight to Darrek’s dick and it pulses out a thick dribble of clear fluid, which oozes down the crown and drips down his length. Gabriel inserts the thumb of his right hand into Darrek’s hole then sticks his left index finger in as well. Pulling with both, but in opposite directions, he widens Darrek even more and rubs a third finger inside through the fluid that begins to seep out of his rectum.

“Maybe I should try to fist you right now,” Gabriel murmurs. “You’re so fucked out from my cock... nice and sloppy wet. I could do it. I’ve done it before....”

Darrek doesn’t say a thing, but he stops watching Gabriel’s hands and relaxes back against him and the chair. Four fingers get pushed into his ass, and he rocks down onto them, seeking contact with his sweet spot in order to help himself find release. But Gabriel purposefully avoids the sensitive area, while getting his hand in until the base of his thumb catches on Darrek’s rim. Then he simply strokes the fingers along the come-slicked inner walls and simultaneously draws his unoccupied left hand up Darrek’s pelvis.

He gives Darrek’s achingly full hard-on a slap. It causes Darrek to clench up around his hand and twitch away.

“No moving,” Gabriel tsks, giving the bobbing purplish thickness an even harder slap using the back of his knuckles. He does it again and then a fourth time.

Darrek whines and fights to stay still. His reward is a gentle stroking of Gabriel’s fingertips around his cockhead.

When Darrek relaxes again, Gabriel curls his index finger and uses it to flick the dripping member, catching his fingernail right on the spongy ridge. Darrek moans and arches his back. The hand up his ass pushes farther and the flicking continues in uneven bursts. There are two, then one, then four quicker ones. Darrek’s hands curl into fists as the small, sharp pain builds. But Gabriel doesn’t stop, he just shifts his target, flicking right down on the slit from above, on the back of the head, on the front, and then slowly down the underside of the shaft. The closer Gabriel gets to Darrek’s testicles, the louder the gruff keening low in Darrek’s throat gets.

“Shh...” Gabriel purrs just as he begins to repeatedly flick the orb of his left testicle and then the right. Corkscrewing the hand nestled within Darrek, Gabriel taps his prostate in an equally unsteady rhythm, causing him to yell roughly.

Gabriel closes Darrek’s balls in his fist, tugging hard on them as he corkscrews his right hand around in the velvety glove of slick muscle.

“Wanna come, slave?” he asks, as he begins to rub over the small bundle of nerves of his prostate from inside Darrek’s abused orifice and from outside as well, pressing his thumb firmly to Darrek’s taint and drawing circles with it. Trapping the nerves between a barrage of stimulation, he doesn’t let up for a second, just fingering and squeezing and rubbing the spot.

Darrek arches up violently, all of the muscles in his body drawing up tight from the curl of his toes to the cords popping in his neck. A sobbing, yelling sound rips from him as he shudders and thick jets of semen spurt from his untouched cock. Tears leak from his eyes and he writhes, trying to bring his knees together and twist away. Gabriel just chases him and keeps fingering the too-sensitive spot. Darrek convulses and keeps shooting the milky fluid. Gabriel’s left hand rolls his balls, but doesn’t touch Darrek’s dick once as he continues to milk him. Darrek comes and comes and
comes
some more. He comes until he’s pulsing dry and his body is empty with nothing more to give, but the nerves somehow don’t know that and they still fire and fry his brain. Gabriel’s hand works in him furiously, working at the spot even when Darrek is obviously spent.

“AHHH! Ahhhuhhhuughhh...stop! Stop! It hurts!”

“That’s not the magic word,” Gabriel says to him. “Gonna safeword out on me? Hmm?”

The hand closed around Darrek’s balls yanks on them, pulling them away from his body. The sounds his right hand makes as it rubs away in the fluttering muscles are wet and loud in the room. Gabriel eases up with his left hand and the taut tension being applied to Darrek’s sack. He makes a circle with his thumb and index finger, using them like a vice that closes up on Darrek’s sac and squeezes the orbs of his balls until the wrinkled skin is tight and smooth and red.

Finally Gabriel pulls his right hand free of Darrek’s asshole, and Darrek lets out a grateful huff of air, hisses roughly through clenched teeth. His body is tingling from head to toe. His hands are going numb, as well as his toes, everything between his legs is tender and too-sensitive and part of him wants nothing more than for Gabriel to stop touching him so he can recover. Aware that saying the safeword will get him what he wants, the part of Darrek’s psyche that enjoys the fuck out of the torment keeps the word unsaid.

At least Gabriel’s not hammering his prostate anymore, he figures. But the way Gabriel is squeezing his balls makes Darrek want to scream too. His hips come up, trying to relieve the pressure.

Gabriel’s hand drags through the thick fluid that’s leaked out of Darrek’s opening, smearing it around the hole, making him feel what a sloppy mess he is. Then it drags up to his softened member, stroking it, pumping him back to stiffness.

“
Fuck
... please don’t. I can’t... I can’t get hard again right now,” Darrek complains.

“Sure you can. You either get hard, or I slap your balls around until you do.”

Darrek’s cock jumps inside Gabriel’s hand and he laughs into the shell of Darrek’s ear.

“Mmm... so that sounds good to you, does it?” Gabriel taunts. His hand blurs, jacking Darrek roughly and when he lets go, Darrek is more than half-hard again. “Good boy. So
obedient
....”

Drawing back an open palm, Gabriel slaps Darrek’s dick left to right, then right to left. Then he smacks the underside, watching it jump and slap back against his belly.

Darrek groans. His rectum clenches up, and the wet sound embarrasses him into another groan.

The dreaded opened hand moves, aiming for another target entirely.

“Don’t. Gabe,
don’t
,” he begs.

It smacks the tight, red orbs enclosed in the vice of Gabriel’s fingers.
Smack, smack smack, smack.

Darrek’s mouth works soundlessly, his head rolling back on Gabriel’s shoulder as his hips come up again. The knees holding his thighs open pull wider, keeping him from shutting his legs.

“Why do you lie to me like that?” Gabriel muses. Flattening his hand he rubs the center of the palm in wide circles over the imprisoned organ. Each circle brings a slightly harder press than the one before it to Darrek’s testicles. “Obviously you’re getting off on this. Your prick is completely hard again. You’re making these adorable little puppy whimpers for me. So why are you
lying?
Why do you ask me to stop and then use my name in a way that you KNOW will earn you more punishment? Tell me. Tell me the truth. Now.”

Gabriel’s flattened hand curls around both Darrek and the hand that’s squeezing and yanking on the base of his sack, trapping his balls between his fists and it
squeezes
.

“
Now,”
he repeats.

“Oh FUCK! Uhhh, okay. Okay.
Mmm
... OW. Ow, ow...
fuck
.... Um....”

“Say you like it,” Gabriel coaches.

“Mmmnnn,” Darrek hums, straightening his hands out and pushing them down to grab and squeeze around Gabriel’s waist. His hips chase up until his ass is completely off the chair. Gabriel stops squeezing and instead closes his fingertips around the abused orbs and pinches them in small pulses. “Oh god
yeah
... h-harder. Harder! Mmmm, th-thank you... M-master.”

“What do you want?” Gabriel whispers into his hair.

“Sl-slap my hole and rub my balls...” he pants.

Gabriel grins, “Mm, okay. Good plan, slave.”

His right hand gets drawn back and hovers in mid-air over his target as the thumb of his other hand rubs around and around the darkened tissue of Darrek’s entrapped balls.

“Yeah... do it,” Darrek urges, “Please, Master.”

Slap
. He strikes the come-smeared hole squarely and Darrek moans, pulling his legs wider still to invite more.
Slap, slap... slap, slap, slap, SLAP
. Darrek shudders and moans even deeper.
Slap, SLAP
. The next couple strikes fall on Darrek’s taint and prompt a loud gasping from Darrek’s parted lips.

“Nnuhh...so good. So fucking good. Thank you. Thuhhh...”

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Darrek’s cheeks and inner thighs get the same treatment, as Gabriel smacks them as well, the skin pinking up. But after every few blows, Gabriel returns to the twitching ring of muscle, hot and swollen and flushed a bright red now. Each slap brings a deeper groan and sharper flinch from Darrek.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. Slapslapslapslapslapslapslapslap.

Head lolled back, Darrek pants and gasps when Gabriel eases up. Gabriel soothes the inflamed skin with gentle caresses of his hands over his balls and opening.

“So beautiful. Such a good slave for me.... Think you could come again? Should we try?”

“Yes please, sir,” he gulps, swallowing down lungfuls of air as he catches his breath.

“Okay,” Gabriel tells him softly, still rubbing between his legs, massaging the soft flesh of his sac and well-spanked hole. “Free your hands. Let’s get the blood flowing back into those.”

Gabriel slides his legs out, straightening them and letting Darrek’s legs slide off the arms of the chair. Darrek’s feet come to rest on the ottoman, and he flexes them. Stretching, he shakes his hands around, which have been pulled out from behind Gabriel. Pins and needles sting him in places, but all the soreness and throbbing is beyond perfect and exactly what he craves. He loves feeling Gabriel’s effect on him in the form of aching tenderness that will last for hours if not days.