Slick's NY Adventures

Alex's friend ***** was annoyed when I called about subletting my sublet but after Alex called her and read her the riot act she grumbling agreed to take care of it. "This is New York Slick there is always some idiot willing to overpay for a horrible apartment. I just hope you know what you're doing." 'Definitely not telling her about the itching powder' I thought as I hung up the phone.

Marco & Phillipe insisted on helping me pack. They were dying to get inside Gabriel's apartment. We had never actually discussed what happened at the Halloween after-party but they did share some background on Gabriel. He had appeared on the New York scene about 13 years ago and in 5 years had become one of the most sought-after BDSM Masters in the city. Little was know about him other than he was from Argentina and apparently never kept a long-term lover. He had trained a few other younger BDSM Masters since his ascendence, usually blond men similar to me. These men went onto lucrative careers in either NY or other cities, picking up the clients Gabriel deemed unworthy. Being trained by Gabriel carried a cachet that those seeking dominance would pay big bucks to enjoy, if enjoy was the correct term.

They had specifically wrangled tickets to that after-party in hopes of seeing him in action. They had heard he going to be there and knew he sometimes used Halloween to display his mastery to the gay world. Apparently being chosen as his slave was a great honor. He was known to be selective in his clientele and had even passed on showing off at some events because the "vibe" was not correct. No one knew how he chose his clients. Money could not buy you entry to his windowless room but it did help. However, he took on "pro bono" clients for reasons known only to himself.

I stored all this information to think about at a later date. The fact he had a type and that I fit it did partly fill in the "why me" question, but with school and packing I was too busy to give the rest further thought.

With Marco and Phillipe's help, we packed my few belongings into the UBER SUV that Gabriel had ordered and began our trip downtown to Tribeca. On the way, I warned them about Phillip's choice of clothing and made them promise to behave. My description of his outfit and behavior, plus the fact his name so closely resembled Phillipe's, had them roaring with laughter and innuendo. That ended when I let slip Gabriel would not be home. He was attending one of his wealthier clients for a "House Call" in the Hamptons, and would not be home till dinner or later.

They remained somber until we pulled up to Gabriel's building.

"Holy shit Papi you hit the jackpot!" Marco said as he stared up at the facade.

In the private elevator, they fought over who got to press the PH button like schoolboys. When the doors slid open Phillip awaited us in all his latex glory. Surprisingly not a peep came out of either of them. They seemed fascinated instead, their eyes following Phillip as he bowed and led us to the small guest room across the hall from Gabriel's master suite.

However the term "guest room" was an exaggeration. Decorated more like a monk's cell it was windowless. Containing a full-size bed covered with white sheets and a black comforter with a single pillow on top. One end table with a single lamp. Bare white walls with a single picture of a religious martyr its only decoration. A sparse empty black bookcase underneath next to a plain black dresser.

"Wow, Papi maybe I spoke too soon." Marco quipped as I started unpacking my clothes into the dresser.

"It's still better than that shit-hole I was living in uptown." I replied. "I also have use of the closet just outside the door, not that I have all that much to store in it, and a home gym."

After unpacking and a quick tour of the apartment, minus the locked workroom since I had not yet earned a key, we relaxed on the terrace for snacks and drinks. Phillip had set them out at Gabriel's request. I was in no way comfortable asking Phillip for anything.

"What do you think he looks like under all that latex?" Phillipe asked. "Do you guys think he's sexy or is it just me?"

"Just you" Marco and I replied in unison, laughing.

"I'm telling you there is a very sexy man under all that rubber." He said as he disappeared into the apartment to search out his namesake.

"So Papi tell me are you a kept boy now? To be honest you're a little old for it and don't seem the type." Marco asked when we were alone.

A thought struck me. 'Old at 28 huh. Gay culture can be very cruel sometimes. Thank God for J and Alex.' But it explained Alex's age insecurities.

Rolling my eyes I replied. "No Marco. Yes, I will be getting free room and board but I will be working with Gabriel as a paid assistant."

"Working assistant Papi?" He learned. "I'm sure he'll have you working one thing and another "

Blushing I let the comment slide. We sipped our drinks in silence enjoying the view of Manhattan for a while.

Suddenly I thought 'What happened to Phillippe?' Excusing myself I went looking. Entering the kitchen I heard noises coming from Phillip's room. Not wanting to invade his privacy but my curiosity on high alert I inched closer to his open door. I could clearly hear Phillipe's voice obviously in the middle of a sexual act of some kind based on the "Yes Baby's" and "Fuck Papi's" I was hearing.

Inching closer to the door I peeked around and saw the back of Phillip's head bobbing up and down between Phillipe's legs. Phillipe was rubbing his hand along Phillip's latex-covered head offering words of encouragement as his cock was apparently being sucked through the zipper opening in Phillip's face mask. Spotting me Phillipe's face broke into a huge grin as he repeatedly pointed down at Phillip in the universal hand signal meaning "Check this shit out!"

Rolling my eyes at him I quietly backed away from the door and made my way back to Marco thinking 'Now what? Do I mention this to Gabriel and jeopardize my situation on my first day here?' Not knowing Phillip's arrangement with Gabriel I decided to remain silent about what I just witnessed and pray for the best.

Returning to Marco I said Phillipe was in the downstairs bathroom. Something had apparently came up. We talked about our upcoming exams that would take place in 2 weeks just before the Thanksgiving break.

Phillipe finally rejoined us, winking at me as he sat. Once the drinks were finished I quickly thanked them and rushed them out of the apartment, using the excuse of the waiting Uber costing Gabriel money. Admonishing them that I would be tracking it to ensure they went straight home.

Returning to the apartment I was met by Phillip standing silently awaiting me. I quickly advised him I would say nothing to Gabriel about what I saw. After receiving his bow of acknowledgment or thanks, who could tell, I went to my room to finish unpacking and study until dinner.

Lost in my studies I was unaware of how late it was until I heard a knock on the door as Gabriel entered the room. Looking weary after a long day he still greeted me with his gleaming smile.

"So Angel you have settled in quick I see." His arms swept the room where my textbooks were scattered between the bookcase and the bed.

"Master I didn't know you were here," I replied jumping to my feet.

"No need for formality Angel. Today we will be just roommates. I will advise you of your duties tomorrow. However, tonight I will require you to massage me before dinner. Meet me in my room in 10 minutes." Turning he strode out of the room neither needing nor expecting an answer.

Not being a trained masseuse and since I'd only ever given Alex or J backrubs plus having only been on the receiving end of actual massages I wondered if this was a test. Changing into basketball shorts and a T-shirt I made sure I was standing at Gabriel's bedside in 8 minutes.

Dressed in a bathrobe and drying his face with a hand towel Gabriel stood looking at the unturned bed then back at me until I quickly recovered and removed the comforter. Taking the towel placed on the nightstand. (Phillip apparently had already been there. ) I spread it in the center of the bed. Nodding at me he removed the robe and lay facedown, pulling a pillow under each arm for support.

Unsure where to begin but deciding shoulders were always a safe bet I grabbed the massage oil, kicked off my slippers, and straddled his lower back. Applying oil to my hands and his back I began kneading my fist into his shoulder blades. His muscles were coiled tight against my hands as if he had been lifting heavy loads all day. Not feeling any loosening there I decided to move up to his neck. As I worked from behind his ears down to where it met his broad back I felt Gabriel take a deep breath and sigh on the release. I rode it like a wave and kept working against his neck before moving back to his shoulders. They were looser than my first pass so I pressed my knuckles in deep grinding like a pestle into a mortar eliciting a groan of pleasure from my Master.

Moving to his center back I began sliding my hands up his V in an outward motion pressing hard with each upthrust. Sensing results I added sliding back down his sides after each upward motion until I felt the tension released. Moving down to his lower back I massaged my thumbs into the center while using my fingers to rub his into his lower obliques.

Knowing I would get hard once I touched his thighs I chose to move down to his feet before attacking those monsters. Oiling and rubbing his feet and toes I moved to his muscular calves. Bending each leg I pressed the outsides against my chest and massaged them deep and hard.

Removing my shirt and shorts leaving only my jock I eyed his massive luscious thighs. Sliding between them I oiled both then focused on first one then the other. As I kneaded, probed, and pounded my cock began straining against my jock. I made sure to press my raging hardon into his thighs for use as a 3rd massage hand. Climbing higher and higher I reached the jewel in the crown, Gabriels muscled ass.

I began kneading each fist into the top of his bulbous glutes. Pressing downward with each stroke. Then placing my hands open-palmed in the middle of each cheek I began pressing them wide and using my thumbs I began circling his brown hole with each turn. The more I pressed down the more he pressed up with his hole. Finally, after one singularly strong press up both my thumbs slid into his warm hole while a large moan escaped him.

I began working his tight brown rose by alternating each thumb deep in then almost out. With each downward thrust, my thumb sank deeper as Gabriel raised his ass to meet me.

Working his hole for a while I slid my thumbs out and replaced it with my tongue. My hands massaging his massive thighs I pressed my face deep between his cheeks. Reaching his hole I dug straight inside burying my tongue deep into his hole. He rose up to meet me pressing me in deep. I began licking and exploring him, his heady musk filling my nose. I began nipping at the soft ring tissue and felt both his ass and thighs melt in response.

Unsure if my role was to fuck him or just relax him I decided to use my power and take what I wanted. Pulling aside my jock I released my cock from its bondage and lubed it with massage oil, without removing my tongue from its target. Raising my head I pushed a thumb back into his hole then replaced it with my cock inside the target.

I delved deep as he rose to meet me. Meeting in the middle I instinctively knew that Gabriel needed a slow easy fucking, not the pounding I had given him the week before. Assuming I was right I stroked his cheek with one hand and played with his balls with the other as I lazily slid my cock in and out of his hole. With each stroke, I could feel his body relax.

Once I felt he was totally relaxed I began stroking a little faster trying to locate his prostate and seeing his ass cheeks shudder knew I had found the spot. Concentrating and speeding up my strokes into his P spot worked it until his moans became vocal. As I built up speed he began mumbling in Spanish most of which I couldn't understand except for the occasional Buena and something I eventually understood to be someone's name. "Ai Nico. Nico" he uttered clearly at one point. Assuming it to be an earlier "trainee" I didn't take it personally. I actually took it as a compliment to my skills as a top that I had taken him somewhere other than here and now.

Feeling myself getting closer and closer to shooting I picked up my pace until I was riding his ass hard but not so hard I was clapping his cheeks. Deciding to maintain the mood as my cum was flooding up my shaft I decided to cum inside him wordlessly. With as few grunts as possible, I buried my cock inside him deep as my load began filling his hole. Pressing myself to his back I massaged his shoulders as I let my body heat penetrate his skin. Finally slipping out I stroked his face and arms tenderly. With a single movement, he rolled on his side and pulling me in close wrapped himself around me. Whispering "Gracias Angel" and kissing my neck we stayed there until I was aware he was deep asleep. Unsure what was expected and not wanting to disturb him I stayed in his arms and fell into light doze myself. Waking up after about 30 minutes I saw the lights had been dimmed and the comforter thrown over us. Phillip, again I assumed. I pulled myself up slowly against the headboard to not disturb the sleeping giant and reached for the plate of fruit and cheese the silent Phillip had placed on the end table. Feeling my movement Gabriel grasped my legs and placed his head into my lap without waking. I reached out and stroked his hair thinking. "There is a lot hidden behind this Papi G stuff. Wonder if I'll ever know what it is?"

‐---------------------------------------------After sleeping with Gabriel my first night and having breakfast with him the next morning we fell into a daily routine. My commute to school was shorter so I joined Gabriel in his morning workout/yoga sessions. I couldn't lift anywhere near his monster amount of weight but he corrected my form on some routines and the yoga left me stretched and relaxed. Then we would shower together and I would leave for school.

He was rarely home before 7 each night so the 2 sessions we did have were short pre-dinner ones. Both encounters he ordered me to orally service him while he explored my body in various bound positions. He stated it was aimed at connecting how I processed my body being touched, slapped, or whipped while trying to give maximum pleasure to my partner. I could the use these sensations later while working on clients knowing personally how they felt.

I failed to make Gabriel cum during either short session nor did I achieve orgasm. The goal he said was for me to loose myself to the point I would cum just from giving and getting pleasure but that him cumming was not the point. He did not invite me into his bed again that week and said I was not allowed to jerk off until I succeeded coming hands-free from during a session, no matter how long it took. I threw myself into our morning workouts to compensate.

On Friday morning in the shower, he announced I would be accompanying him to a charity cocktail reception at one of the city's major museums Saturday night. He said Phillip had made an appointment for me at one of the local high-end spas for a haircut and mani-pedi for Saturday morning. Phillip would also need to take my measurements for my rented Tuxedo and shoes. Nervous but knowing I could not argue I swallowed and said "Yes Master." Five minutes later I was standing in my boxer-briefs while Phillip ran a measuring tape along my body, his latex squeaking loudly as he bent to his task.

Saturday after luxuriating at the spa for a few hours in the morning I went to my room to study for my upcoming exams. Gabriel was working with a client in the workroom. I heard the occasional faint thump when I went to the kitchen for a drink and hurriedly scurried back to my room.

We ate a light dinner at 6 pm and then Gabriel led me to his shower. As we entered the shower I felt Gabriel grab my wrists and tie my hands together with large hand towel. He then pressed me to my knees. Leaning against the wall with his leg spread I noticed he was holding a razor strop. Looking up into his deep black eyes I knew this was the next session. If I failed this I would be unable to cum until at least our next session.

"Master my I suck your cock?" I plead.

Seeing his nod I stuck out my tongue and slid his cockhead into my mouth. I could feel the tiles pressing into my knees, the heat of the water on one side, the cool of the stall door on the other. The sound of the water cascading was competing with the blood rushing to my head.

As I slid his half-hard cock deeper into my mouth I focused on clearing my head of all distractions. Pressing my face in deeper I began to feel them slowly slipping away as I focused on licking and wetting his cock with my tongue. Taking half inward I slowly sank downward sliding my tongue under his base. Feeling my own cock rise to full staff I again focused on working his member hard.

As I was settling into a groove and was beginning to focus only on Gabriels growing rod I felt the wack of the razor strop against by ass. Gagging against his groin at the expected but forgotten intrusion I continued working my mouth along his shaft. Pulling his cock out I buried his hanging ballsack into my mouth as the second wack of the strop landed against my cheeks pressing me deeper into his balls. Extending my tongue I slid under his balls to his taint ticking it while still sucking on his sack. Rearing back I slid most of his cock into my mouth and began thrusting my head. The wacks came more frequently but with less force as I sharpened my focus on my master's dick.

Hearing Gabriel's breath starts to quicken I sped up my efforts. A hard wack to my ass did nothing to alter my pace. I wanted his load regardless of if I shot my own or not. As I felt his cock thicken in my mouth I could feel the precum leaking from my own
Pulling upwards I wrapped my tongue around his cockhead as a last wack was laid across my ass.

Suddenly my mouth filled with Gabriel's load in a huge blast. Backing off his cock I knelt there and let the cum wash over my face. As the first load landed my cock erupted against the tiled floor. Arching my back as my handless orgasm spewed, with Gabriels load now hitting my chest. As my body relaxed I knelt into his groin and began cleaning and swallowing any leftover load from his now drooping wet cock as I stared up into his face. Reaching down he began to rub his load along my cheeks before patting one and relaxing against the tiled wall.

"Thank you for my gift Master," I said from my spot on the floor.

Leaning down and kissing me softly he whispered "De Nada Angel." Pulling me up and began soaping me off under the warmth of the shower.

While dressing Gabriel entered my room and folding my french cuffs he inserted silver and black cufflinks into each hole, leaving as silently as he had arrived. In the center were white angel's wings and winding through the black stone was a dark red thread. Taking it as a symbol of trust and respect I smiled at myself in the mirror as I began to tie my bow tie.

To be continued....