[TIER 10] IATL: Chapter 2 (part 3) (Patreon)

Gabriel is almost catatonic by the end of it. Everything hurts. His jaw hurts, his throat hurts, and he just knows that when he does speak, his voice will be gruff like sandpaper. He wonders if he should skip dinner, sure that he won't be able to swallow around solid food anytime soon. Around his wrists and ankles, rope burns marred the delicate skin there.

The familiar ache between his legs causes him to groan unhappily. He doesn't even want to think about his anus. Alastair had decided to fist him to get rid of the come inside him. Then, he had taken it upon himself to dole out lashes to his sore hole just to hear him scream. They had to strap him down because he was trashing too much, desperate to avoid the vicious lashes. He was never subjected to Alastair's abuse before nor had he cried or begged during a session but that night, he broke. The area between his asscheeks is burning red by the time Alastair lets up.

There wasn't much he remembered after that. He felt himself being shoved around. Sometimes, he would come to to find himself in different positions. Everything is a blur of cocks, semen, and naked bodies. Gabriel was just trying to get through the night, doing whatever he is told to do on autopilot. He grabs at the cocks he sees, pumping them, his mouth wide open waiting to be used, legs spread when he feels someone nudging in between.

His body is covered in semen and bruises. No human being should look like this. Used. There's not a part of him untarnished. Three months in and he's all used up. It's hard to imagine he used to be an awkward virgin. He doesn't think there's anything he hadn't done or had been done to him. Had taken maybe a hundred cocks since and now he can add anal fisting to his ever growing lists of sexual experiences. It was both dehumanizing and painful. Alastair gave no thought to the person underneath him, doesn't care that he's a person with feelings and can be hurt.

Gabriel opens his eyes and squints in the darkness. Wetting his dry lips, he tastes dried semen at the corner of his mouth. He's alerted to his surroundings when he hears raised voices. He straightens up, groaning in pain as he did and tries to get his bearing, blinking as he recognizes the interior of Lucas's van. The one he uses to drive them around. He tries to move but something holds him back. A glance down shows him that he's buckled in. Raised voices can be heard outside. That's probably what had woken him up.

"You know how he is. He got carried away."

"That's no excuse! Gabriel is good and obedient. He'll do anything you say, but there's a limit. His subservience should not be taken advantage of. What Alastair did- he'd gone too far. I've never seen Gabriel so out of it as he was today. Please keep a handle on your friend, Zael. They are here to entertain. Not to be tortured."

Gabriel perks up. That is Lucas's voice. And he sounds mad. Because he had gotten hurt. Lucas does care. Warmth blossoms in his chest and he feels the corner of his lips curl up into a small smile. Lucas had called him good. Obedient. If that is what it takes to get to see this side of Lucas again, then yes, he can be obedient. He looks up when the door to the driver seat opens, and Lucas climbs in, starting the engine. A bolt of pain shoots up his spine as the van rumbles to life causing him to hiss. Lucas turns around at the sound.

"Look who's up," he murmurs, reaching back to run his fingers through Gabriel's sweaty and come covered hair. "It's okay, Gabriel. I'm here. Go back to sleep. I'll wake you when we're home."

Home. Yes. He is going home with Lucas. Gabriel smiles at the thought as he lets himself drift off, happy and content to have Lucas's scratching and massaging his scalp. "Love you, Lucas..." he mumbles.

With the steady hum of the engine lulling him to sleep, his breathing soon evens out. Before long, he's fast asleep, completely unaware of the body a seat away from him. Large sad green eyes watch as he dreams. In the dream, he was chasing something and then he's falling. Falling fast and deep. His body twitches and his eyelids flutter, but they stay closed. He settles and the landscape changes. It's quiet and calm where he is. Forest grows on all sides, a pasture of green. He should feel at ease but for some reason, he's restless. A niggling feeling at the back of his mind like he's forgetting something. Something important.