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Title: The Care and Feeding of a Geek Boy and His Hunter
Characters/Pairing: Gabe (OMC)/Caleb
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3404
Summary: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ulysses3_de, a follow up to Research Notes. Gabe is a geek. He took notes. He complied lists and tables. He wrote a report...and left it, and some instructions, for Caleb.
A/Ns & Warnings: Over here I did that time stamp meme.ulysses3_de asked for this. BDSM, use of toys, kinky ass shit. I keep trying to fix the table but stupid formating won't work.
Caleb woke slowly in the half light of the motel room. His body ached from the rough hunt, not to mention the enthusiastic greeting Gabe gave him when he came back. Caleb stretched slow and easy. He could tell he was alone, Gabe already up and gone to meet Allan to go to some geek thing, which was more the reason they were in Los Angeles than anything. The haunting was just a bonus.
He rolled toward Gabe’s pillow, but rather than a pillowcase that smelled vaguely of Gabe, his face slid across something plastic and slick. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
He looked down at the pillow. Gabe had learned early that if there was something he really wanted Caleb to see first thing, leaving it on Gabe’s pillow was the best thing, because Caleb almost always reached for Gabe or his pillow, even before he was fully awake and aware.
If he didn’t know better, he’d swear it was a college paper. About a half inch thick, bound in a plastic report cover. He reached for it, holding it up to the single stream of light that had found it’s way past the curtains.
The Care and Feeding of a Geek Boy and His Hunter
Caleb snorted and opened the cover. A glance through the table of contents made him chuckle. Gabe was nothing if not creative in his geekery. He turned the page.
It was a college paper. Gabe’s research presented in finished format. Caleb shifted on the bed, remembering the last bit of “research”. It had involved the restraints and a window overlooking the Vegas strip.
Caleb settled back against the headboard, shoving a pillow behind him and breathing deep. The introduction was Gabe’s usual style, polished and masking the fact that this was nothing more than an inventory of kink behind a vocabulary that would stun most college professor’s into silence. Caleb chuckled.
There was a definite playful quality to the words, just as there was to Gabe, even when they were well beyond the playing part of what happened between them. That right there was probably why Caleb trusted Gabe with that part of him, the part he didn’t show anyone else.
It wasn’t until he got to the section tilted, “Observations in the Natural Habitat” that Caleb went beyond amused however. He’d known that Gabe was insightful, observant. He’d never dreamed just how observant.
The whole thing was broken down into sections, one on rope and other restraints, locations, reactions to the people around them, to tones of voice, even the effects of various kinds of alcohol and hunts.
The whole thing was having a decided effect on Caleb, whose morning hard on was pressing against the report, and he had to wonder what Gabe’s observations would be on that. Then he looked up quickly and scanned the room for a camera, because he wouldn’t put it past his little geek to be taping his reaction for the sequel.
Then again, if Gabe had set up a camera to capture the moment, he wouldn’t have put it where Caleb could find it easily. Caleb dragged his eyes back to the report. The next section was a recap of what Caleb could only conclude was every sexual encounter the two of them had had over the year, starting with that very first time, in the cabin…before the explosion, with summaries for what Gabe learned in each.
Caleb blew out slow and fought the urge to stick his hand under the sheet and touch himself. If Gabe did have a camera set up, Caleb knew he’d never live it down. He swallowed and skipped over some of the kinkier moments…only to come face to face with an inventory…a table of toys, and columns for responses for both Gabe and Caleb.
Gabe Caleb
Arousal Ease of Use Affectivity Arousal Ease of Use Affectivity
Collar 5 5 5 5 5 5
Restraints
Wrists
Rope - Soft 4 4 4 3 3 3
Rope - Harsh 4 4 4 3 3 3
Cuffs - metal 5 5 5 3 4 3
Cuffs - padded 5 5 5 4 4 4
Leather 5 5 5 5 5 5
Ankles
Rope - Soft 4 4 4 3 3 3
Rope - Harsh 4 4 4 3 3 3
Cuffs - metal 5 5 5 3 4 3
Cuffs - padded 5 5 5 4 4 4
Leather 5 5 5 5 5 5
Sensory Deprevation
Blindfolds
Silk Scarf 5 4 5 5 4 5
Molded Eye Mask 5 5 5 4 5 5
Ear Plugs
Squeeze Plugs 3 5 4 2 4 4
Wax Plugs 3 3 5 3 3 3
Music 4 4 4 4 4 4
Sound damp. Headphones 5 5 5 3 4 3
Gags
Cloth 4 3 4 3 4 4
Leather 5 4 4 4 4 4
Ball - Small 4 4 5 5 5 5
Ball - Large 4 4 5 5 5 5
Open Mouth 5 5 5 5 5 5
Toys
Anal
Butt Plug - Small 5 5 5 5 5 5
Butt Plug - Medium 5 5 5 5 4 5
Butt Plug - Large 5 4` 5 4 3 5
Butt Plug - Vibrating 5 5 5 5 5 5
Dildo - small 4 5 5 3 5 5
Dildo - medium 5 4 5 5 4 5
Dildo - Large 5 3 5 5 4 5
Vibrating Dildo - Medium 4 5 4 5 5 5
Beads 3 4 3 3 4 3
Cock and Ball
Cock Ring - jelly 3 3 3 4 3 3
Cock Ring - Leather 4 5 5 5 5 5
Cock Ring - Metal 5 3 5 5 3 5
Cock Ring - Vibrating 5 5 5 5 5 5
Head Ring - Jelly 4 4 4 4 4 4
Head Ring - Metal 5 4 5 5 5 5
Caleb spread his legs and dragged in a breath. That shouldn’t make him this turned on. He put the report down and headed for the bathroom. He needed release, camera or no…just he figured the bathroom was less likely to be the place he’d stashed it.
He’d always had a bit of a kinky streak, but he’d never had it laid out for him like that. He’d never let anyone take him the places Gabe did. He exhaled slowly and wrapped his hand around himself, trying not to watch himself in the mirror. He just wanted to come and shower and maybe go back to finish looking through Gabe’s geekery.
And who would have thought that a geek could do this to him? That a boy could so completely turn him around and bring him to the brink the way he did. Caleb hissed, his thumb passing over the slit…which only made him remember the way Gabe had played with his slit, opening him up and fuck but that was mind blowing. Caleb groaned and leaned into the sink, coming and turning on the water with a shaky hand to clean it up.
He caught his breath and turned to the shower, warming it before stepping in and letting the water spill over him. Of course, in his current state of mind, all it did was remind him of the last time Gabe had taken him in the shower. He groaned and rubbed soap over his body.
It was going to be a long day if he kept this up. He figured, he should clean up, get dressed, go out. Do something productive. He finished, rinsed and climbed out, wrapping a towel around his waist and heading out to find clothes.
The report mocked him from the bed, still open to the table. Caleb licked his lips and crossed to it, turning the page without looking. The table continued with a list of activities. He saw “spanking” and “flogging” and turned the page rapidly, because that was just going to send him back to the bathroom in short order.
He flipped past the table and the subsequent summary, then stopped cold.
There were pictures.
Caleb lost his grip on the towel and sank onto the bed, staring. There were a series of pictures, with tools and toys and…he turned the page. Stuck in the back pages was a loose paper.
Caleb swallowed the sudden lump in his throat.
He set down the paper and went to the closet. On the floor, under Gabe’s suit was a small leather duffle. It wasn’t the usual toy bag. Draped over it was the collar. Caleb nodded to himself and squatted down next to it, running a finger over the leather of the collar.
In slow motion, he lifted it and settled it onto his neck. He pulled it tight, tighter Gabe generally made it, buckled it so that he could feel it holding his neck. He swallowed, closing his eyes as his Adam’s apple pressed into the leather.
The transition was smooth, easy. With the collar on, everything shifted slightly and he saw things differently. The bag was an invitation, an opportunity. Caleb reached for it, lifted it.
He set it on the bed and looked at it. The note hadn’t said to open it. It said to be ready. He could be ready. The collar was only the first step. He’d showered, but he still needed to shave, and ready usually meant other prep work besides.
Caleb left the bag on the bed and went for the regular toy bag, pulling out the large butt plug and the lube. Gabe obviously had something in mind for when he returned. Proper prep now meant less time wasted when he returned. Caleb went to the bathroom and lubed up two fingers.
He worked himself open slowly, then lubed up the plug and worked it in. It was big, and it filled him, made him ache. Once it was in, he washed his hands and set about shaving.
He was completely hard again by the time he finished. He squeezed the base of his cock to try to get a little relief before moving back into the room. He made the bed, cleaned up the take out boxes from dinner the night before, set the room in order, his eyes stealing to the phone on the small table repeatedly.
Still, when it rang, he jumped. He licked his lips and opened it, sinking to his knees instinctively. “You wearing it?” Gabe asked in lieu of hello.
“Yes.”
“Do you have the bag?”
Caleb ran a hand over the bag. “Yes.”
He could hear the smile in Gabe’s voice. “Open it.”
Caleb dragged in a breath and pulled the zipper open. “Inside are the things I want you to prepare with. I’m dropping Dad off at the airport. I’ll be back to the motel in forty-five minutes.”
“I’ll be ready.”
It took him a few minutes to work himself up to looking, then he slowly pulled everything out of the bag. Some of it was expected. The metal cock ring was first, because it would help him hold off until Gabe got back. He slid it up his cock, nestled it against the base, then worked his balls up and through it.
It was tight, like the collar, holding him, and he might never know why he found that so comforting. The smaller metal ring settled under the head of his cock, tight against him. The look turned Gabe on like nothing he’d ever seen the first time he’d worn it.
He breathed slowly and adjusted his kneeling posture to further accommodate his cock. The open mouth gag and blindfold weren’t unexpected either. Nor were the leather cuffs. They were thick black leather, with a clasp he could work behind his back, more of and admission of submission than actual restraint. The dildo though…that was new. It was also black, bigger than any they’d tried before. He lifted it slowly. It had a base that was weighted, so he could put it on the floor and ride it. He swallowed again, breathing through the rush of arousal. It would take him time to work it in, especially without coming all over himself.
He went back to the bathroom for the lube and a towel, then returned to kneeling beside the bed. He started with working the plug in and out, twisting it and stretching himself open. He hit his prostate and gasped. Unfair. He should have beat off at least once more.
Caleb licked his lips and pulled the butt plug out, setting in on the bed next to the dildo. His cock was red and swollen, pushing against the rings. He reached for the dildo and opened the lube. This was going to take him time.
He dribbled lube over the tip, then smeared it down over the fake cock. It was thick and long, at least twelve inches long. He used more lube, stroking over it until the whole thing was glistening. He rose up on his knees and settled it behind him, holding it with one hand, and guiding it to his hole with the other.
He held his breath as the tip opened him up, pushed in. One inch. Two. He had to stop there, breath, adjust.
Caleb left it and reached for the towel, wiping the lube from his hands. He needed his eyes to finish preparing, so he left the blindfold, lifted the cuffs. He could put them on and not clasp them until everything else was ready.
He took a deep breath, centered himself. He put the left cuff over his wrist, buckling it slowly. He was very conscious of the cock in his ass, of the rings holding his cock, of the collar that made this okay, made this right. The second cuff went quicker. He stole a glance at the clock.
Half an hour. He had a half an hour to finish.
Without coming.
He pushed down against the dildo and wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop an orgasm. That would bring out the paddle…and thinking that wasn’t helping him control himself.
Another inch. He gasped through his open mouth, his eyes rolling closed. “Fuck.”
His hands shook as he reached for the bed, blindly groping for the gag. It was a simple thing, a ring wrapped in leather, just big enough for Gabe’s cock, that fit inside his teeth, holding his mouth open and trapping his tongue, and straps to hold it in place.
Caleb licked his lips and lifted it. He’d only worn it a time or two. The first time, Gabe fucked his mouth through it and Caleb had come without permission from the heat of it.
He swallowed and opened his mouth. His jaw was going to hurt when this was over. But then, it would match the hurt his ass was going to feel. He settled it into his mouth and slowly pulled the straps around the back of his head.
Caleb forced himself to breathe slowly as he adjusted. There was a brief moment of panic as his lungs seized up, and his ass clenched around the invading cock. He pressed down and back, and the cock moved inside him, deeper. He moaned, pain and arousal and holy fuck he wished Gabe would show up already.
He reached for the blindfold and slipped it on. The dark let him focus. He took a moment to hold his cock, convincing it to wait just a little longer…then he brought both hands behind him, working the clasp on the cuffs.
All that was left was getting the dildo as deep inside him as he could.
He leaned into it, slow but steady.
His cock was dribbling even before the sparks of hitting his prostate. He adjusted his position so that the cock wasn’t pressing as insistently against it. He was nearly sitting on it, his ass brushing his heels.
The position was uncomfortable, but he wouldn’t have to hold it long. He dropped his head forward and concentrated on breathing, and listening. When he heard the card key in the lock, he nearly came.
The door opened, closed. Footsteps. A hand on his head. “Fuck that’s hot.” Gabe said in the quiet, his voice husky with lust. “Been thinking about this for hours.”
He moved behind Caleb, his hand sliding down his bare back, all the way to where his ass was stretched around the huge black dildo. “My big, bad hunter…all stretched and fucked and hot…”
He moved back around, his hand on Caleb’s head again. “Spread your legs more, I want to see.”
Caleb shifted, spreading his knees. It pushed his ankles closer together, pushed the cock deeper into him. He grunted. Gabe kissed the top of his head. “Is it good?”
It took Caleb a moment to nod, but he did. “You’re so fucking hot right now.” Gabe’s fingers dragged over Caleb’s lips, pushed into his mouth through the ring. “You should see how you look.” His long fingers slid over Caleb’s tongue, toward the back of his throat, pressing against his gag reflex.
There was the sound of a zipper, and Gabe’s fingers moved, smearing spit over Caleb’s lips and then tilting his head. His cock replaced his fingers, sliding in and holding there, the tip at the back of his mouth.
Caleb struggled to breathe through his nose, to not move, and just as the panic was settling in, Gabe moved, sliding out until just the tip of his cock was sitting on the ring. Gabe tilted Caleb’s head a little more and thrust in again. He took up a fast pace then, bringing himself to the edge of orgasm quickly.
When he came, he pushed all the way past Caleb’s gag reflex, spilling down his throat as Caleb swallowed rapidly. “Fuck Caleb.” He pulled out, moved behind Caleb, his hands still on Caleb’s head. “I want you to fuck yourself on it. I want to see you ride it.”
Caleb wasn’t sure he could even move, but he tried, rising up just a little before sinking again. His ass burned and stretched as he did it again, a little more…and then again. He groaned, his hands pulling instinctively, wanting to get around his cock.
“Yeah, like that.” Gabe’s voice was throaty and raw and Caleb knew he’d be hard again before it was over. “Fuck, come…” He cleared his throat. “You can come.”
Caleb pulled up on the cock and pushed down on it fast and hard. His own cock twitched. Gabe’s cock was pressing into his back, already getting hard again. He was drooling now, he could feel it on his chin. He fucked himself, grinding down onto the dildo and his cock couldn’t take any more. It started spewing, untouched but for the metal rings that held him.
When it was over, Gabe kissed his way over Caleb’s head, his hands sliding over shoulders and chest and down to his spent cock. He stroked it and Caleb jerked. His thumb pressed over the too sensitive tip, over the ring that only intensified it. His lips pressed to the blindfold, then Caleb’s cheeks. His tongue licked over Caleb’s lips and into his open mouth. Then the straps loosened and Gabe pulled the ring out of Caleb’s mouth, kissing him deep and soft.
“You okay?” Gabe asked softly.
Caleb nodded, not really ready to talk.
“Want me to take it out?”
Caleb licked his lips. He knew by the question that Gabe wanted him to keep it in. He just wasn’t’ sure he could. “For now?” he asked in a scratchy whisper.
Gabe kissed him and moved. Caleb felt his fingers, heard him murmur, “Bend forward.” Then the dildo was sliding out and Caleb was suddenly empty. Still collared and cuffed and blindfolded, but empty. Gabe’s hands eased him up, moved him toward the bed, helped him down.
“I’m gonna shower.” Gabe whispered into Caleb’s ear. “You rest. It’s going to be a long afternoon.”
Title: The Care and Feeding of a Geek Boy and His Hunter
Characters/Pairing: Gabe (OMC)/Caleb
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3404
Summary: For
ulysses3_de, a follow up to Research Notes. Gabe is a geek. He took notes. He complied lists and tables. He wrote a report...and left it, and some instructions, for Caleb. A/Ns & Warnings: Over here I did that time stamp meme.
ulysses3_de asked for this. BDSM, use of toys, kinky ass shit. I keep trying to fix the table but stupid formating won't work.Caleb woke slowly in the half light of the motel room. His body ached from the rough hunt, not to mention the enthusiastic greeting Gabe gave him when he came back. Caleb stretched slow and easy. He could tell he was alone, Gabe already up and gone to meet Allan to go to some geek thing, which was more the reason they were in Los Angeles than anything. The haunting was just a bonus.
He rolled toward Gabe’s pillow, but rather than a pillowcase that smelled vaguely of Gabe, his face slid across something plastic and slick. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
He looked down at the pillow. Gabe had learned early that if there was something he really wanted Caleb to see first thing, leaving it on Gabe’s pillow was the best thing, because Caleb almost always reached for Gabe or his pillow, even before he was fully awake and aware.
If he didn’t know better, he’d swear it was a college paper. About a half inch thick, bound in a plastic report cover. He reached for it, holding it up to the single stream of light that had found it’s way past the curtains.
The Care and Feeding of a Geek Boy and His Hunter
Caleb snorted and opened the cover. A glance through the table of contents made him chuckle. Gabe was nothing if not creative in his geekery. He turned the page.
It was a college paper. Gabe’s research presented in finished format. Caleb shifted on the bed, remembering the last bit of “research”. It had involved the restraints and a window overlooking the Vegas strip.
Caleb settled back against the headboard, shoving a pillow behind him and breathing deep. The introduction was Gabe’s usual style, polished and masking the fact that this was nothing more than an inventory of kink behind a vocabulary that would stun most college professor’s into silence. Caleb chuckled.
There was a definite playful quality to the words, just as there was to Gabe, even when they were well beyond the playing part of what happened between them. That right there was probably why Caleb trusted Gabe with that part of him, the part he didn’t show anyone else.
It wasn’t until he got to the section tilted, “Observations in the Natural Habitat” that Caleb went beyond amused however. He’d known that Gabe was insightful, observant. He’d never dreamed just how observant.
The whole thing was broken down into sections, one on rope and other restraints, locations, reactions to the people around them, to tones of voice, even the effects of various kinds of alcohol and hunts.
The whole thing was having a decided effect on Caleb, whose morning hard on was pressing against the report, and he had to wonder what Gabe’s observations would be on that. Then he looked up quickly and scanned the room for a camera, because he wouldn’t put it past his little geek to be taping his reaction for the sequel.
Then again, if Gabe had set up a camera to capture the moment, he wouldn’t have put it where Caleb could find it easily. Caleb dragged his eyes back to the report. The next section was a recap of what Caleb could only conclude was every sexual encounter the two of them had had over the year, starting with that very first time, in the cabin…before the explosion, with summaries for what Gabe learned in each.
Caleb blew out slow and fought the urge to stick his hand under the sheet and touch himself. If Gabe did have a camera set up, Caleb knew he’d never live it down. He swallowed and skipped over some of the kinkier moments…only to come face to face with an inventory…a table of toys, and columns for responses for both Gabe and Caleb.
Gabe Caleb
Arousal Ease of Use Affectivity Arousal Ease of Use Affectivity
Collar 5 5 5 5 5 5
Restraints
Wrists
Rope - Soft 4 4 4 3 3 3
Rope - Harsh 4 4 4 3 3 3
Cuffs - metal 5 5 5 3 4 3
Cuffs - padded 5 5 5 4 4 4
Leather 5 5 5 5 5 5
Ankles
Rope - Soft 4 4 4 3 3 3
Rope - Harsh 4 4 4 3 3 3
Cuffs - metal 5 5 5 3 4 3
Cuffs - padded 5 5 5 4 4 4
Leather 5 5 5 5 5 5
Sensory Deprevation
Blindfolds
Silk Scarf 5 4 5 5 4 5
Molded Eye Mask 5 5 5 4 5 5
Ear Plugs
Squeeze Plugs 3 5 4 2 4 4
Wax Plugs 3 3 5 3 3 3
Music 4 4 4 4 4 4
Sound damp. Headphones 5 5 5 3 4 3
Gags
Cloth 4 3 4 3 4 4
Leather 5 4 4 4 4 4
Ball - Small 4 4 5 5 5 5
Ball - Large 4 4 5 5 5 5
Open Mouth 5 5 5 5 5 5
Toys
Anal
Butt Plug - Small 5 5 5 5 5 5
Butt Plug - Medium 5 5 5 5 4 5
Butt Plug - Large 5 4` 5 4 3 5
Butt Plug - Vibrating 5 5 5 5 5 5
Dildo - small 4 5 5 3 5 5
Dildo - medium 5 4 5 5 4 5
Dildo - Large 5 3 5 5 4 5
Vibrating Dildo - Medium 4 5 4 5 5 5
Beads 3 4 3 3 4 3
Cock and Ball
Cock Ring - jelly 3 3 3 4 3 3
Cock Ring - Leather 4 5 5 5 5 5
Cock Ring - Metal 5 3 5 5 3 5
Cock Ring - Vibrating 5 5 5 5 5 5
Head Ring - Jelly 4 4 4 4 4 4
Head Ring - Metal 5 4 5 5 5 5
Caleb spread his legs and dragged in a breath. That shouldn’t make him this turned on. He put the report down and headed for the bathroom. He needed release, camera or no…just he figured the bathroom was less likely to be the place he’d stashed it.
He’d always had a bit of a kinky streak, but he’d never had it laid out for him like that. He’d never let anyone take him the places Gabe did. He exhaled slowly and wrapped his hand around himself, trying not to watch himself in the mirror. He just wanted to come and shower and maybe go back to finish looking through Gabe’s geekery.
And who would have thought that a geek could do this to him? That a boy could so completely turn him around and bring him to the brink the way he did. Caleb hissed, his thumb passing over the slit…which only made him remember the way Gabe had played with his slit, opening him up and fuck but that was mind blowing. Caleb groaned and leaned into the sink, coming and turning on the water with a shaky hand to clean it up.
He caught his breath and turned to the shower, warming it before stepping in and letting the water spill over him. Of course, in his current state of mind, all it did was remind him of the last time Gabe had taken him in the shower. He groaned and rubbed soap over his body.
It was going to be a long day if he kept this up. He figured, he should clean up, get dressed, go out. Do something productive. He finished, rinsed and climbed out, wrapping a towel around his waist and heading out to find clothes.
The report mocked him from the bed, still open to the table. Caleb licked his lips and crossed to it, turning the page without looking. The table continued with a list of activities. He saw “spanking” and “flogging” and turned the page rapidly, because that was just going to send him back to the bathroom in short order.
He flipped past the table and the subsequent summary, then stopped cold.
There were pictures.
Caleb lost his grip on the towel and sank onto the bed, staring. There were a series of pictures, with tools and toys and…he turned the page. Stuck in the back pages was a loose paper.
To my Big Bad Hunter,
If you’ve gotten this far, you’ve probably gone into the bathroom to jerk off at least once. I hope it was good enough to hold you. In the closet is a bag. I want you to put on your collar and get the bag out. I’ll be calling you soon. I want you ready for me.
Your Geek Boy
Caleb swallowed the sudden lump in his throat.
He set down the paper and went to the closet. On the floor, under Gabe’s suit was a small leather duffle. It wasn’t the usual toy bag. Draped over it was the collar. Caleb nodded to himself and squatted down next to it, running a finger over the leather of the collar.
In slow motion, he lifted it and settled it onto his neck. He pulled it tight, tighter Gabe generally made it, buckled it so that he could feel it holding his neck. He swallowed, closing his eyes as his Adam’s apple pressed into the leather.
The transition was smooth, easy. With the collar on, everything shifted slightly and he saw things differently. The bag was an invitation, an opportunity. Caleb reached for it, lifted it.
He set it on the bed and looked at it. The note hadn’t said to open it. It said to be ready. He could be ready. The collar was only the first step. He’d showered, but he still needed to shave, and ready usually meant other prep work besides.
Caleb left the bag on the bed and went for the regular toy bag, pulling out the large butt plug and the lube. Gabe obviously had something in mind for when he returned. Proper prep now meant less time wasted when he returned. Caleb went to the bathroom and lubed up two fingers.
He worked himself open slowly, then lubed up the plug and worked it in. It was big, and it filled him, made him ache. Once it was in, he washed his hands and set about shaving.
He was completely hard again by the time he finished. He squeezed the base of his cock to try to get a little relief before moving back into the room. He made the bed, cleaned up the take out boxes from dinner the night before, set the room in order, his eyes stealing to the phone on the small table repeatedly.
Still, when it rang, he jumped. He licked his lips and opened it, sinking to his knees instinctively. “You wearing it?” Gabe asked in lieu of hello.
“Yes.”
“Do you have the bag?”
Caleb ran a hand over the bag. “Yes.”
He could hear the smile in Gabe’s voice. “Open it.”
Caleb dragged in a breath and pulled the zipper open. “Inside are the things I want you to prepare with. I’m dropping Dad off at the airport. I’ll be back to the motel in forty-five minutes.”
“I’ll be ready.”
It took him a few minutes to work himself up to looking, then he slowly pulled everything out of the bag. Some of it was expected. The metal cock ring was first, because it would help him hold off until Gabe got back. He slid it up his cock, nestled it against the base, then worked his balls up and through it.
It was tight, like the collar, holding him, and he might never know why he found that so comforting. The smaller metal ring settled under the head of his cock, tight against him. The look turned Gabe on like nothing he’d ever seen the first time he’d worn it.
He breathed slowly and adjusted his kneeling posture to further accommodate his cock. The open mouth gag and blindfold weren’t unexpected either. Nor were the leather cuffs. They were thick black leather, with a clasp he could work behind his back, more of and admission of submission than actual restraint. The dildo though…that was new. It was also black, bigger than any they’d tried before. He lifted it slowly. It had a base that was weighted, so he could put it on the floor and ride it. He swallowed again, breathing through the rush of arousal. It would take him time to work it in, especially without coming all over himself.
He went back to the bathroom for the lube and a towel, then returned to kneeling beside the bed. He started with working the plug in and out, twisting it and stretching himself open. He hit his prostate and gasped. Unfair. He should have beat off at least once more.
Caleb licked his lips and pulled the butt plug out, setting in on the bed next to the dildo. His cock was red and swollen, pushing against the rings. He reached for the dildo and opened the lube. This was going to take him time.
He dribbled lube over the tip, then smeared it down over the fake cock. It was thick and long, at least twelve inches long. He used more lube, stroking over it until the whole thing was glistening. He rose up on his knees and settled it behind him, holding it with one hand, and guiding it to his hole with the other.
He held his breath as the tip opened him up, pushed in. One inch. Two. He had to stop there, breath, adjust.
Caleb left it and reached for the towel, wiping the lube from his hands. He needed his eyes to finish preparing, so he left the blindfold, lifted the cuffs. He could put them on and not clasp them until everything else was ready.
He took a deep breath, centered himself. He put the left cuff over his wrist, buckling it slowly. He was very conscious of the cock in his ass, of the rings holding his cock, of the collar that made this okay, made this right. The second cuff went quicker. He stole a glance at the clock.
Half an hour. He had a half an hour to finish.
Without coming.
He pushed down against the dildo and wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop an orgasm. That would bring out the paddle…and thinking that wasn’t helping him control himself.
Another inch. He gasped through his open mouth, his eyes rolling closed. “Fuck.”
His hands shook as he reached for the bed, blindly groping for the gag. It was a simple thing, a ring wrapped in leather, just big enough for Gabe’s cock, that fit inside his teeth, holding his mouth open and trapping his tongue, and straps to hold it in place.
Caleb licked his lips and lifted it. He’d only worn it a time or two. The first time, Gabe fucked his mouth through it and Caleb had come without permission from the heat of it.
He swallowed and opened his mouth. His jaw was going to hurt when this was over. But then, it would match the hurt his ass was going to feel. He settled it into his mouth and slowly pulled the straps around the back of his head.
Caleb forced himself to breathe slowly as he adjusted. There was a brief moment of panic as his lungs seized up, and his ass clenched around the invading cock. He pressed down and back, and the cock moved inside him, deeper. He moaned, pain and arousal and holy fuck he wished Gabe would show up already.
He reached for the blindfold and slipped it on. The dark let him focus. He took a moment to hold his cock, convincing it to wait just a little longer…then he brought both hands behind him, working the clasp on the cuffs.
All that was left was getting the dildo as deep inside him as he could.
He leaned into it, slow but steady.
His cock was dribbling even before the sparks of hitting his prostate. He adjusted his position so that the cock wasn’t pressing as insistently against it. He was nearly sitting on it, his ass brushing his heels.
The position was uncomfortable, but he wouldn’t have to hold it long. He dropped his head forward and concentrated on breathing, and listening. When he heard the card key in the lock, he nearly came.
The door opened, closed. Footsteps. A hand on his head. “Fuck that’s hot.” Gabe said in the quiet, his voice husky with lust. “Been thinking about this for hours.”
He moved behind Caleb, his hand sliding down his bare back, all the way to where his ass was stretched around the huge black dildo. “My big, bad hunter…all stretched and fucked and hot…”
He moved back around, his hand on Caleb’s head again. “Spread your legs more, I want to see.”
Caleb shifted, spreading his knees. It pushed his ankles closer together, pushed the cock deeper into him. He grunted. Gabe kissed the top of his head. “Is it good?”
It took Caleb a moment to nod, but he did. “You’re so fucking hot right now.” Gabe’s fingers dragged over Caleb’s lips, pushed into his mouth through the ring. “You should see how you look.” His long fingers slid over Caleb’s tongue, toward the back of his throat, pressing against his gag reflex.
There was the sound of a zipper, and Gabe’s fingers moved, smearing spit over Caleb’s lips and then tilting his head. His cock replaced his fingers, sliding in and holding there, the tip at the back of his mouth.
Caleb struggled to breathe through his nose, to not move, and just as the panic was settling in, Gabe moved, sliding out until just the tip of his cock was sitting on the ring. Gabe tilted Caleb’s head a little more and thrust in again. He took up a fast pace then, bringing himself to the edge of orgasm quickly.
When he came, he pushed all the way past Caleb’s gag reflex, spilling down his throat as Caleb swallowed rapidly. “Fuck Caleb.” He pulled out, moved behind Caleb, his hands still on Caleb’s head. “I want you to fuck yourself on it. I want to see you ride it.”
Caleb wasn’t sure he could even move, but he tried, rising up just a little before sinking again. His ass burned and stretched as he did it again, a little more…and then again. He groaned, his hands pulling instinctively, wanting to get around his cock.
“Yeah, like that.” Gabe’s voice was throaty and raw and Caleb knew he’d be hard again before it was over. “Fuck, come…” He cleared his throat. “You can come.”
Caleb pulled up on the cock and pushed down on it fast and hard. His own cock twitched. Gabe’s cock was pressing into his back, already getting hard again. He was drooling now, he could feel it on his chin. He fucked himself, grinding down onto the dildo and his cock couldn’t take any more. It started spewing, untouched but for the metal rings that held him.
When it was over, Gabe kissed his way over Caleb’s head, his hands sliding over shoulders and chest and down to his spent cock. He stroked it and Caleb jerked. His thumb pressed over the too sensitive tip, over the ring that only intensified it. His lips pressed to the blindfold, then Caleb’s cheeks. His tongue licked over Caleb’s lips and into his open mouth. Then the straps loosened and Gabe pulled the ring out of Caleb’s mouth, kissing him deep and soft.
“You okay?” Gabe asked softly.
Caleb nodded, not really ready to talk.
“Want me to take it out?”
Caleb licked his lips. He knew by the question that Gabe wanted him to keep it in. He just wasn’t’ sure he could. “For now?” he asked in a scratchy whisper.
Gabe kissed him and moved. Caleb felt his fingers, heard him murmur, “Bend forward.” Then the dildo was sliding out and Caleb was suddenly empty. Still collared and cuffed and blindfolded, but empty. Gabe’s hands eased him up, moved him toward the bed, helped him down.
“I’m gonna shower.” Gabe whispered into Caleb’s ear. “You rest. It’s going to be a long afternoon.”
