Deliver Us (13 page)

“We talk about chicks all the time, man. Same thing,” Kyle frowns. “We talked about Beth, about Sara. You can trust me. I think I’ve proven that to you by now.”

“Fair enough.”

“He gets you, huh?”

“Yeah. He does.”

“If he hurts you ... I mean
really
hurts you, I swear to god....”

“Gonna protect me?” Darrek smiles.

“Hell-fucking-yes. I know how you are, you’re too goddamned forgiving of the assholes in the world. You let people do shit to you that they have no right doing. Just promise me that you’ll stand up for yourself and what you want. What
YOU
want, Darrek.”

“I want Gabriel.”

The blood slowly drains from Kyle’s face as he fully realizes what he’s gotten his best friend in the world involved in. The combination of Darrek’s issues from his past, his baffling tolerance of secretly cruel-hearted people, the way that he lets people in all the way before bothering to check if they have his best interests at heart, all melded in the worst ways when he encountered Gabriel. Kyle doesn’t trust Gabriel with Darrek. Not on the level of a loved-one. In the dungeon, perhaps, but not in life. Not in his bedroom and as a lover.

“Please, promise me that you will
not
let this guy fuck you over,” Kyle pleads. “Just tell me you’re going to ask the questions that need to be asked and protect yourself. Please.”

“Okay. I promise,” Darrek frowns. “What’s this all about? Is there something you’re not telling me here?”

Kyle grabs one of the beers that Darrek hasn’t touched, let alone looked at, and pops the cap off on his belt before handing it right to Darrek.

“Nah, man. Just, I can see that you got major shit happening here. You’re dating a
dude
, for Christ’s sake. You come home looking like you’ve literally been through hell. I’m just concerned. I care about you, you know that, right?”

Darrek smiles, turning the bottle in his hands.

“Yeah, I know that. Thanks.”

“No problem,” Kyle tells him. “You good or do you need me to stick around?”

“I think I’m good.”

“Call me if you’re not. I’m serious.”

“I’m good.”

“No, I’m really serious, Dare.”

“Okay. You’re serious. It’s good to know. It’s good to have you on my side. You taking the sander?”

“Yeah, I’ll bring it back in a day or two. See you in the morning at work, I guess.”

“See ya,” Darrek says, watching Kyle let himself out, new thoughts swirling restlessly in both of their heads.

Kyle arrives on time, as usual, and goes right past Sam at the front desk with a smile and a hello, heading for the lower level and Ben. As soon as he’s down the steps and drops his bag, he can see the set-up on the far end of the room, the swing and the rolling metal cart loaded with paraphernalia. Ben and Gabriel exchange a knowing glance before Ben hurries over to Kyle.

“Hey... hey. No way. No. Varese,” Kyle quickly says, reversing a few steps until his back bumps up against the wall near the exit. In the huge space filled with every kind of bizarre furniture, hooks, chains, equipment, tools tacked to the walls, heavy curtains and secret rooms, all he can see is the small table in the circle of light near Gabriel and the camera, the various sized-dildos laid out and ready on it, and in particular the largest one which is almost as big as a man’s arm.

“You can’t safeword out when we haven’t even
started
yet,” Ben frowns, planting a hand beside Kyle’s head and laying his other hand, fingers splayed, on Kyle’s chest.

Kyle is determined though, finding hidden reserves of courage and resilience out of pure fear.

“We talked about this,” he says quietly. Gabriel glances over at the pair of them as he readies the camera and checks the web feed. Kyle continues with, “I told you....”

He doesn’t finish. Ben knows what he’s referring to—the specific arrangement between them, the list of his specified limits in his signed paperwork which sits in the filing cabinet at Sam’s desk. The list that states that penetration with anything larger than a small butt plug is not permitted under
any
circumstances during a scene unless clearly stated beforehand by him. He’s allowed Ben to fuck him in the past, but only during private sessions, free of any sort of audience. Now Ben is expecting him to get into the swing, spread his legs and get fucked with a variety of sex toys in front of countless online viewers.

“You will be wearing the hood. They won’t be able to see who you are. I promise,” Ben says very quietly in his ear. “If you do this for me, I will
reward
you greatly. They want it. They want to see the preppy straight boy get fucked by a monster dildo... even if the straight boy’s just
pretending
to not be gay. All that matters is that they believe it and pay shitloads of money for it. I’ll make it good for you, baby. Stretch you out nice and slow and easy.”

Gesturing past him, Kyle murmurs in response, “That...
thing
... is as big as my damn arm... sir. And does
he
have to be here? I thought Trace was going to be doing the camerawork this week.”

He makes an effort not to pout, but is fairly sure he doesn’t succeed, just from the wicked cat-got-the-canary grin on Ben’s face.

“
Trace
is making a house call with one of his clients. Scheduling conflict. Gabriel is just following my orders here, you know that. Ignore him. And there’s a reason why it’s almost as big as your arm. After I fuck you with it, and your ass is wide open, I’m gonna stick my hand inside you, ease it in
really
slow and then fuck you with my fist. It’s the big finish. Didn’t want to ruin the surprise, but since you used your safeword just at the
sight
of my toys, I figure it’s only fair.”

Clearly still wildly unconvinced and very much afraid, Kyle keeps staring at the far end of the room, imagining what’s in store for him. Ben decides to change tactics.

“How’s your little boyfriend doing? The big one from the bar. Darrek, right? While I pound your ass with those huge fake cocks, why don’t you pretend it’s
him
fucking you. I’m sure what he’s packin’ is pretty comparable. And if you’re good today, I’ll see if I can arrange a double session — us with Darrek and
his
Master,” Ben murmurs, ghosting his lips over Kyle’s and feeling him inhale a shaky breath. He presses his thigh against Kyle’s crotch and says, “Would you like that, kitty?”

He can clearly feel the hard line of Kyle’s cock inside his pants, pressed against his leg and chuckles darkly, grinding a little against it, relishing the way Kyle bites hard at his lip and closes his steely blue eyes.

“I think you do,” Ben teases.

“Yeah...” Kyle agrees with a longing sigh.

But there’s more in Kyle’s face besides desire. He’s thinking about something,
worrying
about something, letting it make him angry, defiant. Ben knows it’s better to get it out than let him hold on to it and bring it with him into the session. Staring hard at Kyle, not missing a thing, Ben asks, “What? Say it.”

Kyle lowers his eyes and it comes out in a grumble.

“You know they’re dating now?” he says, nodding toward Gabriel.

Figuring Kyle found out somehow from Darrek, and knowing how
he
feels about the whole thing, Ben can only assume Kyle’s take on it.

He goads Kyle with, “Jealous?”

“Maybe,” Kyle admits, his eyes sharp and clear as they flick up at Ben.

There’s a pause where they’re both just breathing, standing flush together against the wall, Ben’s lips still brushing over Kyle’s every so often.

“You wanna date me, Kyle?” Ben asks simply.

It jolts and startles Kyle, for a few reasons, the biggest one being that he can count on one hand the number of times Ben has said his name.

Ben continues with, “You could have me next to you in your bed at night, in the morning, fucking your sweet ass into next week. Giving you orders. Telling you what to do. That sound like a good time to you?”

“That’s not fair, sir. You know how I feel about you,” Kyle frowns sadly, hurt by the jest.

“How about I make my own house call then? This weekend. Off the books, just you and me.”

His thumb brushes in the hollow of Kyle’s jaw and he still looks so damn
sad
, it’s infuriating.

“I mean it. I’m not dicking you around,” Ben insists.

“Then yes. Please. I’d like that, sir,” Kyle nods, brightening noticeably but trying to be cool and play it off.

“Okay then. Get your pretty little ass in there,” he tells him, spanking him playfully as he goes, watching Kyle pull his shirt off on the way.

Watching Ben and Kyle interact is usually like watching a cat play with a very clever mouse. The cat thinks it’s the shit, the tough guy, thinking that he can just wait out the mouse or overpower it, but in the end, the mouse is too quick, too skittish and too driven by pure need and wit. The mouse always wins.

Gabriel has a good feeling that even
they
don’t realize this. Ben thinks he has Kyle eating out of his hand, that he’s the one in control.

He’s not.

It was Kyle’s idea to do the live webcam, it’s him that winds up giving into everything that Ben throws at him, managing to play it all off like he’s the one being taken advantage of, the poor, innocent victim, the ultimate submissive. But really, if you step back and see it from an outsider’s point of view, Kyle gets off on the whole thing. He’s in the closet to every single person in his life. He needs this, needs Ben, in order to stay sane. So, he figures out a way to get it, to get
Ben
, the ultimate commitment-phobe, to be with him on a regular basis. And Ben, a professional Dom, even gets swindled out of having Kyle pay him for it.

Because of the terms of their agreement, Kyle does not have to pay the usual fee for his sessions because of the services he provides Diadem in the form of his appearances in the streaming videos. He even gets some residuals off of the videos for sale on Diadem’s website and the modeling rights attached to the photography he appears in that sometimes runs in a few select pornographic magazines. In the end, Kyle not only gets his sub sessions for free, he gets
paid
, and in the process, tricks Ben into making a commitment to him.

It’s the reason why Gabriel walks a harder line with Kyle. He doesn’t play his games or take his shit. When Gabriel is in control, or is at least one of the people in control, he doesn’t give any leeway. And Kyle
hates
it. Gabriel knows this. He knows that Kyle hates him. He’s fine with that.

Gabriel honestly has nothing against Kyle. He seems like a cool guy, someone who gets what he wants, on his terms, and Gabriel respects him for that.

He’s not surprised at all when Kyle eventually caves to Ben’s plan for the day, even though it’s true that Kyle has never before agreed to take part in the kind of sexual torture that they have planned for him. Gabriel overhears enough to witness Kyle getting everything he could want out of the deal: a date with Ben—a
real
date; the glimmer of hope for a double session with Gabriel and Darrek; and the chance to fantasize about Darrek working him over. It all rubs Gabriel the wrong way, especially the parts concerning himself and/or Darrek, but it doesn’t matter anyway. Neither he nor Darrek will do anything that they’re not both okay with. Whatever it takes, whatever empty promises that are made to get Kyle’s ass in the swing so that they can get the show on the road are fine with him.

Kyle is usually unnervingly apt at playing things up for the camera, and giving a damn good show. There’s a reason why they’ve been using him so long. And the same is true today. Kyle screams and bucks and pleads for mercy. He plays the part of the nervous straight boy getting fucked wide open. It’s amusing to watch, just for the sake of the nuances in his performance.

It does surprise Gabriel when Kyle goes still, when he gets quiet and stops performing.

This happens a short time after they manage to get the biggest, oversized dildo into Kyle’s ass. When Ben steps away and walks around to Kyle’s head, Gabriel doesn’t need to be asked, he holds the sex toy in place and carefully blocks the shot of the small camera at his back, making sure that no one who happens to be tuning in can see Kyle or Ben for the moment.

With a glance at the camera, seeing that they’re not in frame due to where Gabriel is standing, Ben pulls back his hood and then Kyle’s hood as well when he doesn’t respond to questions or prompts.

Kyle turns his face away when he’s uncovered, his face wet with salty tears, eyes red, nose running, and when he opens his mouth to say, “’M fine. Keep going, sir,” Ben can see the blood in his mouth and staining his lips. He’s obviously been crying for a while.

“Hey, what the hell?” Ben asks, shaken. “You’re bleeding.”

He grabs a clean towel and dabs at Kyle’s mouth with it.

“Bit my tongue. Fucking hurts, you know, and I’m not talking about my tongue,” Kyle mumbles, adding, “with all due respect, sir. But I’m fine. Keep going.”