Slick's NY Adventures

Angel in Purgatory

I awoke to the sound of weights clinking together from somewhere nearby. Opening my eyes I found myself in a strange king-sized bed, gray New York November light streaming through the floor to ceiling windows which surrounded me on 3 sides. The view was of lower Manhattan and the strange boroughs of Brooklyn and Staten Island I had not yet dared to visit. I could see the clear gray light shining off the river.

Swiveling my eyes I saw what was left of my costume, what little there was of it, lying on a chair. Swiveling again I spotted a large bottle of water on the nightstand and reached out for it. The movement caused my aching body to throb in pain, most of it centered behind my eyes. Powering through I sat up and put the bottle to my lips and drank greedily. My cotton mouth somewhat sated it was then realized I was naked in a stranger's bed.

Glimpses of last night began to flash through my brain. Dancing with Gabriel, my struggle when first cuffed into the sling, the clarity I felt when I allowed myself to submit to his will totally, Gabriel carrying me down the steps of the club.

'Wow Slick a lot to unpack there!' I thought to myself.

Taking another smaller drink of water I lay back against the upholstered headboard and began thinking about how the hell I was getting out of here.

A final hard clang of weights followed by footsteps appeared to signal whoever was working out was finished. The steps appeared to be coming towards the bedroom. Gathering the blankets around me like a virgin on her wedding night, I stared at the closed door unsure who might come through.

The door opened slowly and Gabriel's head peered around it. Spying me awake he smiled broadly and walked fully into the room. Clothed in a thin tank top and shorts, sweat dripping off his chiseled face and pumped muscles, he stood at the foot of the bed. His eyes began searching my face. I returned a weak smile of one part embarrassment another shame. Here was the man who had dominated me totally, for what I assumed was hours, in full view of a crowd of gay costumed Halloween revelers. 'Many of whose cock you sucked as well don't forget ' my brain reminded me. My bowels tightened at the memory.

"Good morning my Angel. I see your white bread thinking is still fighting you for control. No matter. You now have Gabriel to guide you further." He dropped these obscure observations like someone dropping pebbles in a still pool to watch the ripples spread outward.

I stumbled over how to respond, various who, what, when, where questions battling with each other in my brain. The question I finally did ask surprised me greatly.

'Why me?" It just slipped out with no conscious thought.

Gabriel sighed through his smile at my question, his black eye's darkening in sadness, and said "Ai chulo you are one of the saddest people I have seen in a long time. Papi G knew you needed to go deep to find your true self again."

"Why do you talk about Papi G in the third person?" I asked deflecting his statement about my supposed sadness.

Sitting next to me on the bed he took my hand in his. "Papi G is my professional name. I help those who are lost find their true selves. To do that they must first be stripped of their ego so they can be pushed out of their static ways and begin to rebuild. But alas, not all are open and have to be stripped again and again. Most people would tell you I am a BDSM Slave Master and to most I am. But to those few, I am much much more. I saw much goodness and love in you my Angel but so much sadness so I thought let me give this angel a gift of love." At the last statement, he reached out and stroked my face tenderly.

Swiftly rising he said: "But you must be hungry and I need to shower. Stay here and my man Phillip will bring you breakfast. Once you are fed please use the shower to refresh yourself. Then join me on the terrace. I would like to talk with you some more before I send you back out into the world." Walking to the door he turned back and said "Finish the water chulo. Rebirth can be thirsty work."

With that, he strode out of the room leaving the door open. I heard the shower begin running next door. Sitting back I tried to process what he had said about my sadness, our experience together last night, and talk of rebirth but my head was too fuzzy to comprehend their meanings, if they had any or if Gabriel was just full of shit. He certainly lived very nicely in a very expensive city.

My thoughts were interrupted by a squeaking noise that announced the entrance of Phillip. I was startled, not by his entrance, but by what he was wearing. He was clad head to toe in all black latex, including a hood with only eye and nose holes and a zipper along with his mouth. I sat there with my mouth open as he walked up and placed a breakfast tray over my lap. Pulling a napkin off the tray he shook it, placed it in my lap, bowed, and walked out. As he left I could see a black curled butt plug had been inserted into his ass through an opening in the latex.

I started to giggle uncontrollably covering my mouth so Phillip didn't overhear. As the smell of coffee, fresh-squeezed juice, waffles with fruit compote and whipped cream reached my nose my stomach let me know it had been ignored long enough and all other thoughts fled, Phillips outfit included.

After taking a long luxurious shower in Gabriel's huge bathroom, including using the shower douche that was built in the showerhead, (I swear my apartment could fit inside his bathroom!), and brushing my teeth with a toothbrush labeled "Angel", I returned to the bedroom. On the bed were a jogging suit, bikini underwear, socks, and slippers under a note also addressed to Angel. Dressing quickly I slowly walked out of the bedroom area into a duplex apartment. It was simply decorated with white walls and tasteful furniture, black leather, of course, a few expensive-looking objects, and various art all depicting religious scenes of martyrdom on the walls. Hearing Gabriel's deep voice I followed the sound to an outdoor terraced patio with a stunning vista of NYC spread out before me. There I found Gabriel, dressed in a white plush robe, talking rapidly to someone in Spanish on his phone. Spying me he quickly ended the call while pointing me to a seat across from him.

"So the angel has risen. Good. Now we can begin again." He said, his white teeth gleaming through his salt and pepper beard. Seeing him in the light I realized he was older than I thought. Pushing 40 I would say although his body was that of a twenty-something.

"Look Gabriel I just want to say thank you for your hospitality and last night was intense but I'm sure I've overstayed my welcome, so if you could just direct me towards the subway I'll be out of your hair." The quicker I left the quicker I could put all this behind me.

"Tell me why you are so sad Angel" he continued as if I hadn't spoken.God, not another nickname I thought. Suddenly images of Jason as the teenager I was desperately in love with calling me A for the first time, Alex calling me Slick for the first time in the hotel shower, and our lives together back in San Diego, flashed through my head. I began to weep quietly and poured out the entire saga to Gabriel from my unrequited teenage love for Jason, meeting Alex, our life together now, all the way through to my last phone call with J.

J should've been more specific when he told me to go find a masked stranger, I thought ruefully after I finished.

Gabriel sat quietly contemplating until my weeping subsided. Leaning forward he placed his hand on my knee and said softly "Your story is one of much sadness but also one of much love. You love your husbands but you are unsure of your place in their lives. You wish to be seen clearly by them as a man of worth and importance. A man who can stand alone when he has to but chooses to share his life with them freely. Yes, Angel, I can help you to find that man but you have to trust Gabriel. Without trust there is nothing. The question is do you want to find that man?" Sitting back he stared at me over his tented hands awaiting my reply.

Confused I said "How? By wearing rubber suits like Phillip?

Gabriel's deep loud laugh surprised me causing a smile to form on my face. God, why was pleasing this man so addictive?

"Oh Angel, Phillip wears his suit and acts as my houseboy for his own reasons. He is a very wealthy man in his own right. He pays me to do this, not the other way around. His goal is humility. Yours is strength, two very different sides of the same coin.

Shocked at his description of Phillip I blurted out "I can't afford to pay you anything, Gabriel. We can barely afford what this stay in New York is already costing."

Smiling Gabriel said "Angel there is no need to pay me. I am offering this to you as a gift from Gabriel not a service from Papi G. Besides only the very few can afford Papi G. That is how I live so nicely." He said spreading his arms to encompass his domain. I wondered if he was including the entire city in those sweeping arms.

With my mind racing a clear vision of how calm I felt last night every time I truly gave myself over to his will stopped my tongue from refusing his offer outright. It had been years since I been able to quiet the insecurities in my head.

"Wha..what would I have to do?" I managed to squeak out.

"You will be on call at my command until at least the New Year. Then I must then fly home to Argentina to see my family for a month. It will not be all sex. Sometimes you will accompany me to social events. Other times I will just require your company. It will not interfere with your studies. However, you must be clear on this one point." Here he leaned over and pinned me with his black eyes. "You will be mine and no one else's unless I think it necessary to your journey until I release you. Break that command and you will never see me again. Comprender?" He raised his eyebrows awaiting a response. I nodded my head slowly still unsure of my feelings about all this. "If you like we can have trial week beginning today. If either is dissatisfied between now and next Sunday we shake hands and walk away. You back to your misery, me here in mine" he again spread his arms to emphasize his point. "Do we have an agreement?"

"Yes" left my mouth unbidden. Gabriel raised his eyebrow and a dark look clouded his eyes. I quickly added "Sir. Yes sir!" The look faded from his face. "When do we start?" I quickly added "Sir."

"There is no time like the present" and his robe fell open revealing his hard brown body, his muscles still pumped from his earlier workout. His massive cock dangling down between his legs. He sat there impassive, his black eyes watching me for a reaction.

I looked around nervously at the buildings overlooking the terrace. While we were obviously in a penthouse apartment it was not fully hidden from sight. This being NYC buildings crowded either side. Seeing no one clearly visible I stood and was immediately met with a growl from deep inside Gabriel's chest. Confused I looked at his face. He sat with his chin resting on one fist, black eyes clouded with disappointment. Confused, my brain went into overdrive.

Dropping to my knees I began slowly crawling towards him. His eyes brightened at my change in position. A slight nod of his head told me I had made the correct choice.

Stopping my crawl in front of his outstretched thighs, I began lifting my hand towards his cock, only to have it slapped away and held down in his powerful grip against the arm of his chair.

"Rule number one. You do nothing without my permission. You are here to serve my needs not to service your own." Releasing my hand he sat back calmly and picking up his phone, he began texting, as if I was just another potted plant adorning his terrace.

"Yes sir," I replied meekly and continued kneeling between his thighs until he finished his text and placed his phone on the table.

Looking back down at me, his black eye's boring through me, he said nothing. Unable to continue to meet his hard stare and realizing he was waiting for me, I hung my head and stuttered as meekly as possible: "May I touch your cock, Sir?"

"In private you are to call me Master. Sir is for public use, but yes you may see if you can get me hard chulo." As I again reached for his cock his hand shot out and grabbing my wrist he said "But only using your mouth." Releasing my wrist he again sat back and waited.

Placing my head between his thighs I stared up at his dangling cock. Inhaling deeply I caught a whiff of soap but also a underlying musk that I already knew from last night. His signature smell apparently. The scent became a sense memory and flashes of last night flitted through my brain, mostly of Gabriel's unrelenting use of my mouth and throat. My saliva glands kicked into overdrive at the recollection.

Pushing my tongue out I traced it up his thigh until it met his cockhead. I reached out to grasp his thigh for support only again to have my hand slapped away. Realization hit me. When he said only my mouth he meant only my mouth! Clasping my hands behind my back I swirled my tongue around his brownish-pink cockhead, teasing the slit in the middle then slowly encompassing it with my lips. Feeling it plump slightly I smiled inwardly and thought 'Ha! He hasn't had a Slick special yet'

Sliding slightly more than half his cock length into my mouth I felt it hit resistance at my throat. I began sliding my mouth backward towards his plump head, ensuring I was covering it sufficiently with my saliva. Working to relax my throat muscles I started forward again with the intent of deepthroating his massive member for the full Slick treatment. My forward motion was suddenly stopped by a hand grasping my hair, causing me to jerk to a stop and utter a muffled "Oww" as my scalp began to sting.

My mouth still full of his cock, my hands clasped behind my back, I raised my eyes to Gabriel. Staring down at me he said
"You are not doing that to please me chulo, you are doing it to please yourself and show off to me. The goal of this lesson is for you to learn how to please others. Only then will you learn how to please yourself." Releasing my hair he sat back and said "Continue."

Fuming inside, never once had someone not complimented me on my cock sucking skills damn him! I began to tentatively begin sucking his cock again. Playing with just his head, running my tongue along his shaft, working my throat muscles around it once while briefly deepthroating it, removing my mouth totally to kiss and suck his balls, I began to notice subtle differences in Gabriel as I worked.

When what I was doing was pleasing him his cock would jerk against me and plump a little more, if it didn't please he would tense and his cock would deflate somewhat.

I began to learn that he liked when I used my tongue, disliked when I deepthroated, surprising after the throat fucking he performed on me last night. He loved his balls licked and sucked so I made sure to give them extra attention. At no time did he touch me other than the a few swats to my hands when I forget my orders. Secretly I was dying to get my hands on his massive thighs and feel their power but I mostly remembered my instructions and used only my mouth to service his massive cock.

Finally, after what seemed like an hour of work, my jaw beginning to ache, his member was standing straight upwards. It appeared to strain away from his body. I realized it was well over 10 inches in length, now that I saw it clearly in the light of day. As I was nibbling and licking up his pulsing shaft after another session working over his balls he suddenly stood, his cock pointing out from his robe like the prow of a ship.

"Come." He ordered and strode back into the apartment without looking to see if I was following. Scurrying to my feet I walked behind him as he headed towards the open stairway. Following a few steps behind I allowed my gaze to take in the lower half of the duplex. A long kitchen with high-end black appliances could be seen leading to a large dining room with the glimpse of a study lined with books just off to the side. All simply decorated but with more paintings of martyrs adorning the walls, including the kitchen.

Turning at the bottom of the steps, away from the kitchen, Gabriel walked towards a room in the back of the apartment. Standing guard outside was Phillip, his black latex gleaming, as still as a statue. Gabriel muttered a few words and Phillip nodded his head, bowed, and walked away his latex squeaking.

Gabriel stood before the door apparently waiting. Suddenly realizing he was waiting for me I scurried around him and opened the door. He strode in and I followed. His 6'5" frame blocking my view of what lay inside. Before I was able to peek around him he turned and raised his eyebrow at me until I understood he wanted me to close the door.

Satisfied he moved to a black leather-covered table along the far wall allowing me a view of the room. It was windowless, with deep burgundy red leather covering dimpled along the walls and ceiling. The floor appeared to be similar but flat. The room had an antiseptic odor being masked by the smell of vanilla essential oil burning on the bench. The lighting was dim and red, similar to the club's backroom last night, but with more white light. Arranged throughout the room and hanging from the walls were various implements and contraptions giving the room a dungeon-like atmosphere.

My legs began to quiver as I thought perhaps I had gotten myself in deeper than I had expected. Opening my mouth to say as much I was met by Gabriel's stare. Remembering his earlier words about trust I clapped my mouth shut and lowered my head in submission.

"Strip" Gabriel commanded without turning around. Hastily I shed my clothes and piled them into a corner of the room. Turning and walking over to me he motioned for me to hold out my arms. With just a slight hesitation I complied and watched as he placed my wrists into padded handcuffs with a long chain dangling from the middle. Leading me by the chain he walked me over to something that looked like a padded sawhorse.

"Lie down on your stomach" he commanded.

I crawled lengthwise along the upper padded slat, my cuffed hands impeding my progress. Gabriel stood patiently as I inched my way forward. Finally, in place, I heard a click as he attached the chain to a clasp in the floor. I lay with my head hanging over the edge, my handcuffed wrists and arms angled towards the floor. Walking behind me I heard the sound of velcro as my ankles were wrapped in cuffs on the lower slats, once again totally in this muscle studs control.

A hard slap to my right cheek sent me jutting forward. My cock, which I had not once thought of while servicing Gabriel on the terrace, rubbed against the bench padding and sprang to life. Another hard slap to my left cheek had it leaking precum. With no thought behind it, I loudly shouted "Thank you, Master!"

I felt Gabriel's huge hand tenderly stoke my just slapped cheek and brush against my hole as a reward for my compliance. He moved forward, his hand never leaving my body until he stood before me. Raising my head Gabriel stood at his full height before me. Muscles gleaming, his legs splayed wide, his cock jutting out before me, he began slowly stroking it with one hand while he ran the fingers of his other hand over my lips. Expecting him to fuck my throat I waited until the realization came that he was expecting me to ask.

"Master?" I asked my eyes trained on his huge member, hypnotized by the view.

"Yes, chulo?"

"Will you please fuck my throat?" Asking permission for something I would willingly allow in a heartbeat caused a surprising warmth to rise from my groin. My cock was now at its full length and straining.

Without replying Gabriel planted his cockhead against my lips. Greedily my tongue shot out to lick the tip but his cock was suddenly pulled back out of reach.

"You asked me to use your mouth chulo, not to let you use my cock. This will now be a lesson to train you to ask for what you want clearly. Just open your mouth and remain passive. Comprender?"

"Yes, Master. Please will you use my mouth and throat as you see fit?" Where the fuck was this coming from??? I thought wildly.

Grabbing my hair Gabriel held my head in place and slowly slid his cock into my mouth, one inch at a time. I made sure to keep my tongue flat, even though every fiber of my being wanted to tease the pulsing hardon invading my mouth. He briefly met some resistance inside my throat but overcame that by brute force, jerking his hips towards my face until the obstruction was passed. Concentrating on my breathing my focus became just not gagging around his monster penis and embarrassing myself before my new master.

Placing his hand on my chin he slid his cock halfway out of my throat then slid back inside, his balls slapping my chin. Working slowly he began using my throat as I had requested. No pulling out, no head sucking, just straight constant pounding of my throat. His cockhead never passed the back of my tongue but was instead slammed back deep everytime I felt my uvula brush against it. My world became the slap of his balls on my chin and controlling my breathing. He began to pick up speed and I felt my throat open against his onslaught. Balls, breathing, balls, breathing over and over, the pace rarely wavering. I found my mind experiencing the same floating sensation as last night but without the out-of-body aspect. My soul just hovering over the bench as my attention was a focal point of balls and breathing.

Feelings my consciousness slip back to the now I felt a shift in Gabriel's tempo. Slowing down until his cock lay buried deep in my throat. He then slowly slid out of my mouth. Pulling my face upward, his eyes searched mine. Liking what he saw he nodded and released my chin. Walking back towards my ass, his hands once again never leaving my body, he finally spoke.

"You have performed well today my Angel so I will give you a gift you do not have to ask for since you don't know it is one you require. As I commanded you to find out how to pleasure my member earlier I will now do the same to you. I will learn how you like your ass used and teach you how you like it as well. I know you think you know but trust Gabriel you are lucky if you know half." I could hear the sound of lube being poured then the fap fap fap of him lubing up his cock for entry.

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master" the words just slipped out I swear!

Slowly he slid a lubed finger into my ass and worked my hole loose until he inserted two digits into me. I could feel them not just finger fucking me but seemingly searching for something, my prostrate as it turned out. Seeing me squirm upon locating it Gabriel's fingers slowly started rubbing along it. In response my cock started leaking precum as I slowly pushed my ass back into his hand, a loud moan escaping my lips.

"Ai Chulo, you must ensure your partners allow you this pleasure often. You are like putty in my hands right now. The release you are feeling is a definite requirement to your sexual wellness."

All I knew was that my ass had never afforded me this much pleasure since J and Alex had begun using it 2 years earlier. Don't get me wrong they were both sweet and treated me with love and respect and my times with them, especially J had always left me sweaty, drained, and relaxed but this seemed to be another level of unexplored territory. Not even when younger and the only thing that had been inside me was my self-managed dildo had I felt anything close to this. Nothing had ever felt this good.

I allowed myself to zone out and enjoy the pleasure Gabriel was delivering to me through my ass. I pushed all thoughts of this new sexual dynamic, school, my cramped apartment, even J & Alex out of my mind and melted into the sensations. Once I did waves of pleasure rolled up and down my body. I felt the hair all over my body tingling. My nipples could cut glass. From far away I could hear the cries of pure sexual contentment I was emitting but they sounded as if coming from underwater. I could also hear Gabriel offering soothing words of encouragement in a low slow monotone as his magic fingers continued their journey of discovery.

I was so in the zone I was unaware Gabriel had replaced his fingers with his cock. Instead of the anal pounding he had worked on my ass last night in the club, he was using slow almost loving making strokes. He concentrated mostly on my prostrate, his long cock and bulbous head rubbing it with each slow stroke, my hard cock slowly leaking precum onto the bench.

Turning my head to the side I spied Gabriel in my peripheral vision. His eyes were closed as his cock continued its assault on my prostate. I broke the silence.

"Master, thank you for my gift. May I offer you one? Please fuck me hard? Please?"

I could see the hint of a smile on his face but his eyes remained closed. I turned my head to face forward just as Gabriel increased the velocity of his thrusts into my ass. As he buried his full length inside me I arched my neck and back and emitted a loud groan. Taking that as his cue he proceeded to pound his cock in and out of me with the full power of his muscled 6'5" body. Relaxed as I was it was easy to take everything he gave, even managing to back my hole up onto his cock every few strokes. This appeared to excite him as his thrusts became harder faster and shorter. His cock began assaulting my prostrate over and over until I sat back on it and buried my face into the bench, a howl escaping my throat. Suddenly my cock erupted spewing cum everywhere. Tears started streaming down my face from the thrill of this hands' free release. Hearing him grunt something in Spanish he suddenly jerked his pelvis against my ass and I felt his warm hot essence began filling my hole. My ass contracted around his spewing cock of its own volition milking it dry as I lay against the bench. A warm glow spread upwards from my just-bred ass through my abdomen and chest until I felt my face glowing. I closed my eyes.

Once again I came to in Gabriel's arms as he carried me up the stairs to his bed. Pulling the covers over me he bent down and kissed the center of my forehead.

"Sleep now, Angel. Clearly I can see you have begun your journey. Dream of your future and Gabriel will help you make it come true."

As the door closed behind him I drifted off to sleep with visions of J and Alex in my head.

To be continued...