Free Deliver Us by Lynn Kelling Page A

sees Gabriel there waiting for him — sees he’s wearing only a pair of low-hanging jeans, just like last time—Darrek’s heart starts to hammer away in his chest. It’s different as soon as they spot each other. Different from Darrek’s first session, different even from when they were together in the garage, different than when they spoke on the phone and Darrek told Gabriel that he wanted to spread his legs and kiss the insides of his thighs.
    Darrek bows his head and waits for instruction.
    “Clothes off. Feet spread and hands clasped behind your back,” Gabriel instructs, folding his arms and watching as Darrek does as told as quickly as he can. “One of my rules, slave, since you will
not
be gagged today, is that whenever I address you and you are permitted to speak and respond to me, you will address me in the proper way, and end every statement or question or scream of anguish with ‘
sir.
’ We clear?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Then he’s standing there, completely naked in the dim light, arms held tightly together behind his back. There are a few candles burning on nearby surfaces, and loud, heavy music, thick with bass, thrums from hidden speakers. A nearby metal table is laid out with a number of things that Darrek keeps trying to sneak looks at. He can’t make sense of what the objects are, though, the ones that are
uncovered
at least, since there’s a black cloth draped over half of the table, hiding many of the objects from view. But he does recognize the long leather strap with a thick handle that sits near the edge. Darrek is quite familiar with such things. He also stares unabashedly at the black and red bench nearby. The top of it is almost like a table, but padded and set at a slight incline, down away from the kneeler, which is also padded in blood-red leather.
    Gabriel follows his gaze and asks, “Ever had your ass spanked, slave?”
    Getting hard just from the anticipation, the mere thought of Gabriel spanking him, Darrek tries to remain still and fights back a blush as his cock swells between his spread legs. Gabriel steps closer and runs his fingertips up and down Darrek’s shaft. It twitches under the touch, curving up now as he gets more erect. Gabriel’s eyes flick over to the table and he quickly grabs something from it, fastening a leather cock ring tight enough around the base of Darrek’s dick and balls to make him swallow a groan.
    Continuing to get even harder under Gabriel’s light, tickling touches, now at the head of his cock, he feels the leather bite into his flesh, and knows that he won’t be getting any relief until it’s removed.
    “Ye-yes, sir,” Darrek answers, and it’s been a delayed response, being so very distracted by Gabriel’s hand playing over him.
    “Really? Well, did you like it or was it a punishment when you were spanked?”
    “I um...”
    Images flash through Darrek’s mind, initially of himself as a child, then as a teenager, but those are filled with shame and he tries to block them out.
    “Go ahead. Honesty, please,” Gabriel says, and he sounds almost uninterested in the offhanded way he says it, “I’ll know if you’re lying.”
    He goes to the table and picks up something else Darrek doesn’t recognize: a small circle of leather that’s wider than the cock ring he already wears, imbedded with silver snaps and a smaller, thinner strap looped over the middle of one end.
    “Well, my daddy used to give me a whipping with his belt when I was bad,” Darrek admits, watching Gabriel turn the item over in his fingers. “That was a punishment, s-sir. But recently, I... uh... I was with a girl....”
    “What was her name?” Gabriel interrupts, stepping close to Darrek and beginning to fit the circle of leather around his balls. Darrek holds his breath for a second as Gabriel closes his fingers around his testicles and tugs them far away from his body in order to get the leather snapped into place above them in the space between his balls and