Deliver Us (6 page)

“Oh god...” Kyle moans, bucking his hips.

“
Don’t
come. If you come, you will be
severely
punished. Do you understand?”

Whimpering, Kyle nods and manages a quiet, “Yes, sir.”

Still pumping his hand along Kyle’s shaft, Ben feels him fight back the desperate need to unload. Ben hopes that he loses the battle so that he gets to really sink his claws into his most loyal and obedient slave during their next session. He says, “Admit it. Admit that you’re hot for your little ‘friend’.”

Kyle doesn’t respond, but he makes a frustrated little whine.

“
Admit it
, slave,” he says threateningly, squeezing harder than is pleasurable on the next stroke.

“Ouch! Fuck! Yeah. Okay! Yes. Yes, sir.”

“Did you tell him about us? About our little... arrangement? Has he seen what you do for me?”

“No! Well... I
did
give him the phone number, but I
swear
I didn’t say anything. He doesn’t know anything. I don’t think he’s even going to call. There’s no way he’d go for this stuff. He’s too vanilla... he’s too
straight
... he’s too... oh god....”

“
Don’t
come!” Ben commands him, still stroking him with long squeezing tugs of his hand.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Please, Master. Please have mercy on me. I’ve been so good for you, please. Shit!”

Ignoring the begging, Ben says, “That’s what you said at first too, remember? You were so
resistant
.
Defiant
. And
now
look at you....”

Kyle’s eyes roll back, his mouth pressed tightly shut as he swallows back a rough yell. But then he can’t hold it in anymore. His lips part around a grunting shout, so Ben claps a tight hand over them, muffling the sound. He stops jerking his fist and just rubs in slow circles over the head with his thumb.

“Don’t you dare fucking come,” he hisses, and Kyle is breathing easier now, calmed by the hand over his mouth.

Releasing Kyle’s dick, an angry red, dripping wet with pre-come, he shifts the hand over Kyle’s mouth. Gripping Kyle’s face with his thumb and forefingers, pressing the junction of his hand between Kyle’s lips, pushing back hard and letting Kyle bite down and lick over the flesh.

Humming with pleasure, Kyle watches as Ben pulls something from his pocket and holds it up in front of him.

“A present to remember me by. Once I put it on, you are
not
to remove it until our session tomorrow. Understand?”

Kyle nods, with Ben’s hand still wedged between his teeth. Pinching the small ring in his other hand between his fingers to activate the vibration, Ben slips it over the head of Kyle’s dick, letting it sit right there, right under the ridge. It’s a tight fit, and it’s not going anywhere. As the vibrations tickle down his shaft, stimulating the already over-stimulated nerves, Kyle whimpers and fights to master his urges.

Ben fastens Kyle’s pants up for him, one-handed, then finally releases Kyle’s mouth as well.

“May I...?” Kyle asks meekly.

“Yes, you may.”

He leans forward and gently kisses Ben’s lips, whispering a quiet, “Thank you, Master. I love you.”

“You’re welcome, baby. Go have fun. I’ll be watching.”

Kyle shuffles back toward the door, hunched over, hands shoved into his pockets to disguise his hard-on. He looks back over his shoulder with a smile before heading back inside.

“What’s up? You okay?” Darrek asks as Kyle reclaims his seat with a wince. Kyle pushes a hand roughly back through his corn silk hair and straightens his polo shirt.

“Yeah. I... uh... used to date that waitress. She wanted to... ‘talk’,” Kyle grins smarmily.

Darrek shakes his head and just says, “I need to find you a girlfriend. I think you’d be less of a chauvinistic ass if you were getting laid regularly. I ordered drinks and food, by the way.”

“Cool,” Kyle sighs, adjusting himself, but careful not to let his hand linger near his crotch too long, knowing that Ben is watching him and that he won’t be pleased if he suspects that Kyle is trying to give himself relief. “And I can’t deal with girlfriends. You know that.
You’re
the girlfriend type, not me.”

“Not lately,” Darrek mutters. Their food and beers arrive, which provides a welcome distraction for both of them.

“That’s why you should call that number I gave you. Blow off some steam....”

“Nah. I think I’m good. I’ve got a few side projects coming my way. Some special-order pieces. I’m in the middle of building this hope chest out of cherry. It’s coming out really nice. It’ll all keep me busy for a while, even if the bank job doesn’t last too long.”

“You can’t be hurting for cash, Dare. We haven’t been laid off from a job since... what, November?”

“Yeah.”

“...and you live like a monk or something. It’s bizarre and sad. And work is not a substitute for pussy.”

Darrek gives him a disapproving glare, and bites the end off of a fry. “I just like to be busy.”

Kyle’s face slowly goes blank, and he nurses his beer, gradually paying less and less attention to things as he continues to fight the need to release into his pants in the middle of the bar. Part of him feels a little guilty for ignoring Darrek, but, then, he’s not aware that Darrek is ignoring him right back. They sit in silence for a while, eating and drinking, lost in their own thoughts.

“What did you do to that poor kid?” Gabriel asks, watching Kyle make his way back to the table.

“Oh, not much. A little denial, and a little vibrating ring around his pecker. He loves me. You want one? I have extras,” Ben offers.

“You just carry vibrating cock rings around in your pocket?” Gabriel laughs.

“You don’t?” Ben asks, feigning shock. “Gotta be prepared. Found out about your boy, by the way. My little
pet
is the one that gave Darrek our number, but failed to mention the details about what we do or that he’s a client there already.
Or
the fact that he’s totally hot for him. Better make your move, Gabey, before someone else gets there first.”

Gabriel, the picture of unhappiness, grunts and keeps staring at Darrek.

“Well? What the hell are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?” Ben asks him.

“Something like that,” he mutters sadly, and waves over the waitress for another beer.

Darrek is too distracted by his musings about whether or not he’s capable of picking up the phone and calling Gabriel to notice that the man in question is less than twenty feet away and staring right at him. It also doesn’t help that Kyle has shifted to the side and is doing everything in his power to distract Darrek from looking in the direction of the table where
his
Master is also currently seated and watching them as well. Between Kyle’s raging boner and Darrek’s forlorn demeanor, they don’t stay at the bar longer than it takes to finish their drinks and food.

Ben gives Gabriel hell for not getting up and saying something to Darrek, but in the end, Gabriel is too determined to let Darrek make the next move to do anything himself. The rest of the evening is filled with nothing but heaps of denial and frustration for all parties involved.

“I can’t do this. I can’t. It’s crazy. What do I even
say
to him? I could barely even speak last time I was so nervous. He just...
does
stuff to me. Well, I guess that goes without sayin’, but, you know what I mean, right girl? He’s different than anyone I’ve ever met in my life. My tongue gets all tied up in knots and I feel like an idiot. Am I an idiot? Should I just forget it?”

He looks down at Sierra, his golden retriever, her big brown eyes peering up supportively at him. She licks the back of his hand and he sighs, scratching behind her ear.

“I’m sorry, sweetie. I haven’t been much fun lately, have I?” he tells her, then realizes that he can’t do this. He can’t even
attempt
to call Gabriel with a captive audience staring at him, so he says, “C’mere, girl. Good girl. Wanna go outside for a minute? Yeah? There ya go...” and lets her out the back door. She runs out and chases after a rogue squirrel, exploring the bounds of the large, fenced-in yard.

Darrek goes back to the couch and picks up his phone, running his fingers over the tiny buttons.

He can practically feel Gabriel’s lips closing over his throat, the point of his tongue licking over his nipple, his purposeful hands sending shockwaves of glorious pain and heartbreaking pleasure shooting through him, his cock pounding mercilessly into his ass. But he also remembers the way Gabriel had so quickly relented when he’d used the safeword, the gentle way he’d touched him to calm him down, the way he’d brushed a fingertip over his lip and told him how good he was.

Gabriel.

He’d taken such good care of him. He’d made Darrek so happy.

Darrek quickly presses the small buttons, dialing Gabriel’s number with thick fingers and shaking, clumsy hands.

It starts to ring.

“Yeah?” he hears.

“Uh... this is... um. Well, this is... uh... Darrek. Is this... is this Gabriel?”

“Darrek...” Gabriel says, and Darrek has a moment where he just prays that he doesn’t have to explain
which
Darrek he is and how he knows Gabriel.

“Hi, Darrek. Didn’t think you were going to call. I’m glad you did.”

Darrek lets out a long breath and tries to relax.

Gabriel hears it, can sense Darrek’s nerves over the phone, even with the shitty connection.

“Can I see you, Darrek?” he asks, but there’s a hint of a demand there—an insistency.

“Yes. Yes, you can see me, M... Ga-Gabriel,” he says, and it’s almost like he’s there already, making him beg and turning him inside out. “Please... I’d... I’d like that.”

“Can I see you
today
?”

“Uh... sure? Yes. I... um... I was going to do some work, but....”

“Where do you work?”

“At home. Well, today I’m working at home. In my garage....”

“I’ll meet you there. What’s your address?”

Darrek recites it to him, and gives him simple directions.

“Perfect. See you soon,” Gabriel says with a smile then hangs up.

Darrek stares at the phone in his hands, and realizes that they hadn’t discussed a time.

He groans then looks wildly around the space he stands in. The house is clean and neat, thankfully. He’s a little compulsive about keeping it that way, but worries briefly what Gabriel will think of it, whether he’ll find it too plain and simple. Then he looks down at what he’s wearing, beat-up old jeans and a tank top, since he was about to get started on finishing the hope chest.

He considers going to change into something else, but if he’s going to be working, and try to get anything accomplished that day, he’s not about to ruin one of his nicer outfits. Plus, Gabriel’s expecting him to be
working
, not sitting around in a suit, waiting for him to arrive like it’s a date or something.

Oh god.

Oh GOD.

Somehow he has managed to avoid realizing what he has been doing, what he has done, until that very moment. It hadn’t hit him. Of all things, it was vaguely wondering if he’d made a date or not that has finally flipped the switch of his epiphany.