[TIER 10] IATL: Chapter 2 (part 1) (Patreon)

"Gentlemen," Lucas addresses, standing in the middle of a large carpeted room. They're in one of the VIP rooms at a club downtown called "Casa Erotica." After being in so many of these rooms the past months, they all look almost identical to Gabriel now. Always the same designs with a variation of color and hues.

Today it's fluffy red carpeting, with a solid matte wallpaper the color of a dark rose. Large armchairs and couches littered the rooms. Always close by, a small table with a complimentary basket filled with lubes and condoms and an assortment of toys. He gives the room a cautionary once over. Well, it seems like Casa Erotica plans to give their customer the full experience. A large bed the shape of a heart occupies the far left corner.

"I know you've all been looking forward to tonight's entertainment. You will not be disappointed. On my left, as you are all well acquainted with, is our obedient blue eyed angel. Never one to say no, he will obey all your requests and demands. However, we have someone new tonight. On my right is our green-eyed demon who you all know is a little feisty and needs more encouragement to get on his hands and knees and spread his pretty legs. So don't be afraid to be a little rough."

Gabriel had been watching Chase out of the corner of his eyes during Lucas's little speech. His heart feels heavy as he watches Chase clenches his jaw, his posture rigid. They are both kneeling on either side of Lucas, clad in tight black boxer briefs and matching collars around their neck. He can feel the unease pouring off Chase in waves. His eyes move to the scars lining his back, and he feels an ache deep inside of him. Guilt gnaws at him as he lowers his head, eyes back on the patch of carpeting in front of him.

"You have the whole night to do what you may with our boys here. I will be arriving in five hours to pick them up. Have a good evening." Lucas bows and makes his departure. Gabriel glances up at Lucas's retreating back and waits. But the man left without a backward glance. His eyes drop to the floor in resignation as the door shuts with a soft click.

Someone clears their throat. Gabriel knows better than to look up. Never make eye contact unless he's been told to. He understands his role well. Been taught the rule many times. His job here is to please and obey. He keeps his head down. A pair of pointed, sleek black shoes appears in his line of vision. Then, a finger hooks under his chin, tilting his head up. He is met by light golden eyes, almost yellow in the room's dimmed lightning.

"How's my sweet boy doing? Missed me?" Zael asks in his cloying voice. Gabriel doesn't answer, knows he isn't expected to. He just stares up at the pointed face in front of him. At the too high cheekbones and large forehead. Zael thumbs at his bottom lips and he let them part a little at his insistence. A smile curves Zael's lips as he smears the saliva around before pulling away, leaving his pale pink lips spit slicked.

He reaches back to the round table where a roll up leash lies and takes it, holding it up by the hook and letting the leather material trail to the ground. Gabriel is jerked forward as Zael slips his finger into the small hook ring attached to his collar and pulls. It burns as the leather rubs against the sensitive skins at his neck. He swallows and tries to breathe normally. The collar is fitted exactly, just the right amount of tight.

There's a click and then the same sickeningly sweet voice is saying, "Come, boy. Come with Daddy." Gabriel feels a tug at his throat and stumbles to his feet. He keeps his eyes down as he follows a step behind Zael towards the large couch at the back. They pass by Anthony, who's sitting in a chair, back straight and a constipated look on his face. He doesn't look happy to be here but his presence soothes Gabriel.

He sneaks a peek over his shoulder, back to where Chase is still kneeling on the carpet but now with someone in front of him. It's Ramsay, always in his three-piece suit. He is a stout rounded middle-aged man with a receding hairline. Currently, he's leering at Chase, smirking at the submissive pose he's holding. A sense of protectiveness so strong surges through him. He had always done these sessions alone and seeing someone else being treated like this makes him feel things he has never felt before.

Ramsay takes a hold of Chase's chin, forcing him to look up at him. Chase does, but it's apparent from the death glare that he's not happy with it. He jerks his chin free and continues to stare challengingly at Ramsay. Alastair, who had been sitting in the background, uncrossed his legs with a knowing smile on his face.

A prickle of fear runs through him. But before he could see what happened next, Zael tugs hard on the leash causing him to land on his knees between Zael's spread legs. He chokes, tears pricking his eyes, fingers automatically coming up to pull at the collar. Gentle hands slip themselves into his hair, rubbing soothingly. Zael is still fully dressed, but Gabriel could see the tent in his suit pants. When Zael catches him eyeing his erection, he shakes his head. "Not yet, sweetheart." He slaps at his lap. "Come up here."

Gabriel blinks his tears away and climbs onto Zael's lap. Rough hands grip his hips, guiding him down until he's seated right over his erection. Their bodies are almost touching, and he can feel Zael's damp breaths puffing at his face. The hands on his hips begin a slow stroke up and down the side of his torso before venturing lower, dipping into the waistband of his boxer, cupping his ass. He closes his eyes then. He loathes this part. After three months, he will still never get used to letting people touch him this way.

When Zael's hands pushed his boxer briefs down, baring his ass to the room, he thought about the day he first met Lucas. How sweet and charming he was. How he'd gotten Gabriel to fall head over heel for him in a matter of days. How he lost his virginity at the dead of night in Lucas's room, gasping and moaning in ecstasy. How the next day Lucas told him how much he loves him and if Gabriel loves him just as much. The following night saw Gabriel squirming in bed with Zael, getting fucked like there's no tomorrow.

Gabriel snaps out of his thoughts. After that night, everything changed. Zael started visiting two or three times a week. Then, it became that Gabriel would be dropped off at his place. The first time that happened, he freaked out. Zael likes to watch and the night soon becomes a nightmare that repeats every week.

He shudders as a finger brushes against his entrance, tracing the sensitive rim. When it penetrates him, Gabriel's eyes snap open. He lets out a small gasp and bows his head, fingernails biting into his thighs. He's still sore from last night, and although Zael's being gentle about it, it still feels like someone is poking at a day-old bruise. He closes his eyes and tries to imagine he's back in Lucas's bed where it's warm, and the smell of the ocean surrounds him.

- - -

The club is in high swing as Lucas steps out of the closed-off VIP section catered for private parties. A DJ is playing on a raised platform in the middle of the dance floor, blasting a remix of the current hits as bodies sways and grind against each other, lost in their own world. The bass is turned up so high; he could feel his blood sing with it.

He approaches the bar and eyes the couple that has started to make out beside him. Rolling his eyes, he catches the bartender's attention. Pamela is used to him, having seen him around a few times. She strolls up and slides a bottle of Bud Light over to him, smiling seductively before turning around, showing off her 'Jesse4ever' tattoo on her lower back, just visible above her low-slung jeans. Smiling to himself, he tips the bottle back, savoring the fresh cold beer going down his throat.

One thing Lucas is not, it's humble. He knows he's attractive, handsome even. And he's used to the attention he'll get when he frequents places like this. People hit on him all the time. Both men and women, Pamela included. But frankly, he's just not interested. He doesn't see the appeal of one night stands.

He had all of two relationships in his 26 years of life and three sexual partners. He'd lost his virginity to his childhood friend a year after they started dating. They broke up amicably when they went their separate way after high school. The second relationship he had, they had gotten engaged. It's a chapter he rather forgets. And that brings him to his third and by far the most perplexing ‘relationship’ with Gabriel.

The moment he had set eyes on the teenager, a sense of familiarity so profound hit him right in the gut, leaving him breathless. He doesn't get this way. He doesn't feel this way. Doesn't get lured in by physical appearances. Yes, he notices when someone is handsome or beautiful, but it has always been a casual observation. He never felt the impulse to act on it. So he was stumped.

Unable to resist the siren call, he approached Gabriel, curiosity peaked, wondering what about him that had spoken to him on such a subatomic level. When Gabriel had responded romantically to his advances, to say he was surprised was an understatement. His mind hadn't ventured there. All he wanted to do was to figure him out. Oddly enough, he felt himself responding back. He'd felt a stirring in his gut that he couldn't quite place a finger on.

Gabriel had been vulnerable and still hurting from his loss. Lucas had been a good distraction, and he fed his insecurities and fear. Things had progressed more rapidly than he had anticipated from both sides. That night, after he had deflowered Gabriel, he had taken the time to analyze the situation. What he felt for Gabriel is an anomaly. Something about his blue eyes and dark hair hit home, touching on old wounds. He couldn't explain his behavior.

He doesn't know what made him decide to lure Gabriel into bed and painstakingly took him apart piece by piece. All he knew was that he couldn't keep his hands off him. He found himself returning for more, shoving him up against the wall or bent him over the desk. He needs. And he doesn't understand why. It's like Gabriel soothes this ache in him that he doesn't even realize he has.

He downs the rest of his beer in one go and slams the bottle down on the bar top. Three months down the road and he's still no wiser.