Slick's NY Adventures

As we sat over a quiet late Thanksgiving dinner of just myself and Gabriel, with Phillip serving (I had yet to see him eat or drink anything in the weeks I had been there!) I pondered how to learn more about Gabriel and his past.

Perhaps his former "assistants"? How would I get their names? I could try Marco & Phillipe but shuddered at the thought of involving them. Maybe if I asked them in a roundabout way I could get a name or a contact. While contemplating how to approach them I realized I was watching Phillip clearing up the dinner dishes. What about Phillip? I thought. He must know something. I can't believe he would just agree to be a live-in slave for a total stranger without knowing something about that person. Plus Gabriel said he was rich. Didn't rich people usually do background checks on people they go into business with? Plus I could hold the whole Phillipe thing over his head to get him to talk. I'll have to give it some thought.

After dinner, relaxing on the terrace, we sipped decaffeinated cappuccinos while Gabriel discussed the upcoming weekend.

'We will be working with the very rich so discretion is required. No names will be exchanged. I will always be referred to as Master and you as Angel. The client will always be referred to as a Slave. When unsure silence is always best. It keeps them off guard. You will be my assistant. Word has got around about my new associate and these men have specifically requested you to be present. You take your lead always from me and follow any direction I give you without question, ANY direction. Comprender?" He stared at me with a raised eyebrow waiting for my response.

"Yes, Master," I replied outwardly calm but shaking inside.

"I see you are nervous. You will sleep with me tonight so I may calm your nerves, but sleep only. We will abstain from sex until we return from the weekend. It is critical to my business, and potentially yours, that these three men are pleased by your performance. I want nothing to jeopardize your debut."

"Yes, Master," I replied meekly assuming the less I said the better.

'Do you have any questions, Angel?

"Yes Master, will I be expected to submit to these men, or will I only be there to assist you?" My heart was racing awaiting his response. I knew he was The Master Papi G to these men. I was still unsure of my role.

His booming laugh filled the enclosed space of the terrace. Suprised I stared at him open-mouthed.

"Angel I would be very surprised if these men could maintain an erection long enough to please even themselves." He was wiping tears out of his eyes he continued. "Most do not seek fulfillment. I am not ever sure myself if this is ever even sexual for many of them. Most seek debasement. Out of guilt or shame or perhaps just to have a secret about themselves that no one else knows. I'm am not a psychologist. Everything is about power in their lives. The getting and wielding of it. Being powerless fills a need for them and keeps me in all this." As like the first time we spoke on the terrace he swept his arms wide. This time I truly believe he meant the entire city as the men involved were probably high-placed movers and shakers of NYC.

Trying to find a nicer way to ask if I would be required to fuck them or get sucked by them I asked. "Master, will I have to sexually debase them myself?"

"Yes Chulo, that may be required. Know that with any sexual penetration with a client condoms are required. Oral and anal even toys. They require it and I demand it. If any tries to break this rule with you let me know and I will end the session immediately." His face turned serious. "While I was foolish with you those first 2 days, your loneliness, my sad Angel, made me weak. I am glad we both are clear on the risks of condom-free sex. That reminds me you have been getting tested regularly by my doctor, yes?"

"Yes Master, I have. Every week since you first proposed our trial period." such was the power of this man I had submitted to him twice before even having that very important conversation.

"Good. Anything else Angel?" I could tell he was tiring so I forestalled any more questions until tomorrows shower or ride to Long Island.

As I lay wrapped in his arms later that night, my head filled with misgivings, I wondered if I would perform well enough this weekend to please my Master. Knowing my nervousness Gabriel stroked my chest and whispered to me quietly.
He then turned me towards him and burying my face into his chest he sang me a Spanish lullaby. Inhaling his musk deep into my lungs, I again thought 'Who is this man who can sing me to sleep so tenderly, yet inflict punishment on others for a fee?' The question unanswered I drifted off to sleep in his arms.

Throughout the ride to the Hamptons Gabriel had to repeatedly place a massive hand on my thigh to stop my shaking. He informed me that we would be staying at a private guest house of one of his clients. The house had its own entrance onto the property which bypassed the main house and afforded complete secrecy.

All sessions would take place there in a hidden room the client had set up, to which only the client and Gabriel had keys. The client apparently charged his fellow connoisseurs an exorbitant price for its use but shared a portion with Gabriel as an incentive to retain his "on-call" services.

The guest house was one big open-spaced studio-style apartment, but rich people studio style. It could have served as the lobby and dining room our Inn back home. Vaulted skylight ceilings let in plenty of gray November light. One end had a loft space containing the bed and private bathroom where we would be sleeping. After giving me a quick tour and unpacking Gabriel led me to a walk-in pantry at the back of the kitchen. Rolling out one section of shelving he pressed a button high on the wall and a keyhole magically appeared in the wall. Opening the door we entered a room the was the replica of his home "workroom", down to the burgundy red leather walls and ceiling. He showed me where the cleaning supplies were and advised me that I would be required to sterilize any equipment used during our sessions.

He advised taking a nap before dinner as the session could go late into the night. Apparently he can sleep on demand since I lay awake in his arms too keyed to sleep as he breathed deeply beside me. I turned to stare at him to catch a view of my Master not normally seen. His brow was furrowed as if in thought, his face relaxed but eyes flitting as he dreamt. 'What does he dream about?' I wondered. Maybe one day I would know. I finally snuggled into his chest to feel his warmth on my face and fell into a short catnap.

We awoke and ate a light meal then showered together. He then slicked my hair back with so much gel it looked like a helmet. "To give you a look of authority." He said. He then rubbed me with scented oil to give my body a thin shine. The smell of leather and musk wafted into my nose.
He then watched as I donned my white leather outfit, adjusting the harness and cod-piece jock until he was satisfied. Donning his red leather one, minus the horns, and standing side by side with our masks on, we looked in the mirror. We could not look more different. A 6'5" muscular red devil towering over a 6'1 slim fallen angel as if welcoming him into his domain.

Kissing me lightly on the lips he held my chin and repeated his earlier instructions. "Obey me without question, my Angel." Too nervous to reply, I nodded my head and picked up my whip.

The first two sessions were similar to sessions I myself had explored with Gabriel. I mostly handed Gabriel what he needed and occasionally used my new whip half-heartedly when directed by the Master. My role in these was to observe how Gabriel controlled the client, bringing them to the brink of their limits then easing them back to reality at the end of the session.

During the 2nd session, Gabriel directed me to gag the client with my condom-covered cock while he pounded the client from behind until the client came and was left sweating and panting. Neither of us was bought to completion. It was all about pleasing the client and he required release, not us.

Sunday's session was a different in tone from the start. The room was oven-hot when we entered, the heat cranked high. Kneeling in the center of the room, head down, was another titan of industry. Dressed only in a black half leather mask, a black harness, and black dress socks up to his calves. The socks looked so out of place I had to stifle a giggle which earned a glare from Gabriel. He looked like someone's dad on vacation, who took a really wrong turn somewhere. His body was covered in gray hair, his pudge of a stomach protruding against the harness overlapping his groin.

I was shocked. He looked so nondescript, not someone who could buy and sell me and everything I owned with a wave of his hand. The other two clients, while older, maintained fit trim bodies.

"Slave why are you still on your knees?" Gabriel snarled and in a flash, his whip slapped across the cowering man's shoulder.

Moaning the man let out a quick "Sorry Master!" And scuttling to Gabriel began licking his naked feet.

Ignoring the man groveling below him Gabriel turned to me. "Angel this slave needs punishment to remind him of his place. Whip him." His eyes darkened as he saw my hesitation.

Walking behind the man I raised my whip and sent a half-hearted stroke across his back with no response from the client. With Gabriel's eyes on me, I made sure the next stroke was harder, causing the client to moan and push his ass higher into the air as he continued licking.

Seeing an opportunity to impress both men I slapped my whip hard against the upturned hairy ass. I was rewarded with a muffled "Thank you Master" from the area of Gabriel's feet. Emboldened I slapped across the other cheek, receiving the same response. I then began whipping the man along his back and thighs, saving his ass for every fifth or sixth stroke. (Gabriel had advised earlier to never give a client exactly what they seem to want. Make it appear as a gift for their obedience.)

Finally, Gabriel reached down and grabbing the man by his chin shoved his face against his bejeweled cod-piece. "Angel hand me the handcuffs. Slave remove my covering."

I turned to grab the handcuffs. These were not the padded ones he had used on me during our first session. They were heavy black metal with a dark matte finish. I turned and held them out to Gabriel who indicated I should wait. The client was struggling to remove his cod-piece with his mouth. Every time he raised a hand to jell it was slapped with a thin whip Gabriel carried in his hand. Unlike the suede cat-o-nine tail one, I carried it looked like hard plastic or metal. Every time it made contact the client emitted a sharp yelp of pain.

"This slave seems to have forgotten his training. Whip him until he remembers it, Angel." Eyebrow raised he waited for me to comply.

"Gladly Master." Receiving a nod of approval from Gabriel I resumed swatting the client's back and thighs, ignoring his ass, until the sound of the final snap set Gabriel's monster penis free.

Slapping the client's face with his hardening cock, the client meekly raised his hands so the handcuffs could be put in place.

"Get on your bench salve" Gabriel ordered.

The client began crawling slowly, encumbered by the handcuffs, as Gabriel slapped his ass with the red staff, raising thin red welts.

Reaching the bench, a replica of the sawhorse one Gabriel had chained me to, the client finally stood. Unlike me laid on his back and slid himself up the upper bench until his head was hanging off the edge. Gabriel ordered me to fasten the chain to the hook above the bench. Pulling a chain he raised the clients' arms until I could see the metal handcuffs leaving red welts in his wrists. I also noticed a round Yin and Yang tattoo on the inside of the client's left wrist. The dichotomy of Eastern philosophy mixed with brutal masochism struck me odd at the moment.

Gabriel walked to the bench and picking up two small objects walked over and attached these to the client's nipples. Moans of pleasure began streaming out of the client's mouth. Gabriel ran the chains from the nipple clamps to the one holding his arms. Whenever he swung his arms now the clamps would now tug at his nipples. Smacking his chest with the red rod the client jerked and let out a scream. I jumped at the sound my eyes flying to Gabriel. He just stood looking down at the client while using his hand to indicate to me this was expected behavior.

Gabriel ran the rod down the client's thighs and slapped the inside of each thigh causing more movement and another scream.

I backed up away from the table until my ass hit the workbench. My sessions with Gabriel and the first two clients, while intense, had never lept to this level of pain. Gabriel had treated me cooly and with detachment but this was a whole new level. While I understood mentally that Gabriel took no pleasure in inflicting this pain, emotionally it hit me like a hard punch in the stomach.

I felt my stomach flip-flop as a huge adrenaline rush coursing through my body. I gagged and covered my mouth. Gabriel's head snapped in my direction at the sound. With a final wack to the client's thigh, he slowly strolled over to me. Bending down to my ear he whispered "Leave Angel and do not return." He turned back to the client without a further glance at me.

As quietly as possible I left the room. The cooler air outside immediately calming me. I leaned against the door for a few seconds until I heard a thump reverberate through the door. Scurrying up the steps to the loft I ran for the bathroom and knelt over the toilet. Luckily I only dry heaved for a few minutes. Running the water I cooled off my face and sat down on the toilet. Finally realizing my skin was sticky with sweat and oil I went into the shower to wash myself clean. No matter how hard I washed I still felt dirty. Crawling into bed I turned off the light and immediately fell into a deep sleep.

I awakened a few hours later as Gabriel climbed into bed next to me. He lay on his side facing away from me. Unmoving I stared at his back in the dark waiting to see if he would sleep right away. After a few minutes of not hearing his steady breathing indicating sleep has arrived I finally broke the silence.

"Master I am sorry I failed you"

He turned to face me. In the dark, I could not see his expression. I placed my hand on his chest in supplication.

Raising my hand to his lips he kissed my palm. "Angel never apologize for being true to yourself. Tonight the goodness I first saw in you shone out along with your new strength. You are becoming the man you wish to be and will take that with you long after we have parted." Running his hand down my face he placed it on my chest.

Emboldened by his statement I replied. "Gabriel make love to me. As Avery and Gabriel, not Master and Angel. Just two lonely people who need each other, right here and now in the dark." Leaning my head towards him I kissed him softly on the lips.

He tentatively returned my kiss like a new lover finding he way. I snuggled closer to him and felt his arms wrap around me. I placed both hands against his chest as I melted into his embrace. Placing his hand on the back of my head he pulled me into a deeper kiss. Our tongues mingled as we explored each other's mouths, teasing and softly battling each other. My tongue searching his mouth his pushing back searching mine, back and forth as our hands slowly began exploring each other's bodies.

I slid my hand down to Gabriel's cock as his hand slid to my ass. I circled his head with my thumb then slowly began rubbing it softly up and down his shaft. Moaning into my mouth I felt his hand part my cheeks and his finger circle my hole. I moaned back into his mouth in response. I never wanted this kiss to break but knew it must.

Gabriel broke the kiss first. With his hand one head on my head the other still teasing my hole he slowly pushed me down until my face was above his now bulging cock. Flicking my tongue out I teased his head a few times the slowly wrapped my lips around his glistening head. I swirled my tongue around the mushroom head a few times before lowering down onto his shaft. A deep moan rose from his chest as the tip of his finger parted my hole.

I slowly began sucking him deep, the Anti-Slick special, in no hurry to complete my task. As I enjoyed feeling his huge member slide in and out of my mouth I felt him lift my ass high up and place it onto his face. The first probe of his tongue on my pink ring sent me gasping deeper onto his cock.

Grabbing his cock in my hand I rose my head off it and pressed my ass back onto his face. "Eat me, Gabriel," I begged. Wrapping one massive arm around my ass and placing his hand on my cock I felt his tongue part my pink lips, his beard rubbing along my crack. I yipped as he entered me and began bucking my hole onto his tongue. I lowered my head and chest as his tongue sent waves of pleasure passing through my body, until I was lapping along his shaft. I needed to taste it and quickly gobbled the entire shaft, full Slick mode back on the menu.

We continued pleasuring each other until I finally needed him inside me. Climbing off his cock I pulled my hole away from his mouth and turned to face him. Climbing up to his broad chest I kissed him deeply. Moving to his ear I whispered. "Fuck me on my back Gabriel. Fuck me like a lover. Let me see your face as you fill me." I ran my tongue up and down his neck awaiting his reply.

He responded wordlessly. His hands on both cheeks, his mouth finding my own, he slowly turned me over until I was under him. My chest slightly raised by the pillows, he continued kissing me as he lifted my legs onto his shoulders. Breaking our kiss he spit into his hands a few times and began lubing his raging cock before returning his mouth to mine. Tongue buried deep in my mouth he began slowly sliding his fat cockhead into my waiting hole. I gasped into his mouth and he stopped his forward movement until he felt me push my hole down onto him. Grinning against my mouth he began pushing deeper into me. My head snapped back as the fullness of him filled me up. His mouth sinking to my neck I wrapped my arms around his head pressing him in deep.

We clung there together for a few minutes his tongue licking my neck, my hand playing with his curls. Finally, he began sliding his cock slowly back out then in until we found a rhythm that suited us both. It was a lovers fuck, each trying to extend the pleasure as long as possible.

After minutes of slowly steady penetration where I felt every inch of him filling then leaving me, I could feel him pick up the pace. Grabbing his ass I called to him.

"Look at me." As his eyes met mine I simply said. "Fuck me, Gabriel. Make me yours tonight." He leaned in and kissed me softly. Turning his eyes back to mine he placed one hand under my ass raising it slightly and began fucking me hard and deep.

Our eyes never left each other as he gave me what I had demanded. We stared deep into each others eyes as the steady clap clap clap of his cock moving inside me brought us both closer and closer to release.

I held off until I saw the sign in his eyes that he was near filling me up. Quietly, to not break the spell, I began saying. "Fill me, Gabriel. Make me yours. Give me your love" over and over until his pace quickened and still staring into my eyes I heard him gasp and call out "My Angel" and then felt his load begin filling my hole. My ass gripped his cock as my own load erupted out of my straining cock.

Grasping his head I pulled him into me for a kiss. Tenderly he toyed with my lips as his lower half still shuddered inside me. Moaning I lay back against the pillows, my hand running down his broad chest. He finally collapsed against me, his face buried in my neck. He began silently weeping. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him close while stroking his hair. We stayed entwined as we both slowly drifted off to sleep. I awoke sometime later to find myself wrapped in his arms as he spooned me.

I moved into his bedroom upon our return to the city.

To be continued...