Freedom

2. New tastes

The sun had started to set as Sam approached the Angel Club. He had been coming for a few years now. One of his college friends, now coligue, had recommended it when Sam was in his second to last year of school. He had started out on the vanilla room of the women's side but quickly realized that women were not for him. After a few tries, he moved to the men's side, and he was hooked. He still stuck to the vanilla rooms at first, but a few months ago, he had been recommended to the BDSM room due to the fact that he could get a little rough.

Sam easily took on the role of Dom, enjoying having his partner tied up in front or below him. He normally just let the owner put him with whoever was available when he went, but he had heard about one man who was supposedly the best. Gabriel, he thought was his name. He could play both roles very well, and he did not get overwhelmed by the pain as easily as the others did.

Sam did not like pushing his partners to the point of crying like some men did, but he enjoyed combining pain with pleasure when he came here.

Sam walked into the club, the music and lights overestimating his senses. He watched as the dancers moved on stage, accepting bills for private dances. He made his way to the back, checking in with the bouncer at the door. He flashed his ID and waited for him to direct him to the room.

Sam felt excitement boiling in him. He opened the door to the Dom room, stepping in and letting it close behind him. In the middle of the room kneeled a man on the floor. His dirty blonde hair obscured his face as he kept his head down. Sam let ran his eyes over the man, noticing with disgust that someone had bruised his milky skin. He did not like people who felt the need to go that far.

He slowly approached, standing over the man, running his fingers through his hair. It was much softer than it looked. The man did not respond,  much to Sam's amusement.

"So you must be Gabriel then? I have heard about you."

Gabr again did not respond. He played his part well. He would not move until he was instructed to.

"Stand, please."

Gabriel was a little taken back by the politeness. He got to his feet, keeping his head bowed obediently. Sam laughed to himself. This was going to be fun.

"Look at me,"

Gabriel slowly raised his head, revealing his whiskey colored eyes. Sam stopped, forgetting the role he was supposed to be playing for a moment. Gabriel's eyes were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Suddenly, he wanted to hear his voice.

"You can speak."

"How can I help you tonight, Sir?"

Gabriel purred at him.  His voice was soft as honey, Sam felt his body react. His pants were beginning to feel too tight. 

"I was told you're the best. I want you to prove it."

"What would you like me to do?"

Gabriel's light voice filling the room. Sam glanced at the wall, seeing what he wanted hanging there. He walked over, pulling the handcuffs off their hook and coming back to the middle.

"Turn around."

Gabriel obeyed, turning his back and placing his hands for Sam to cuff. Sam smirked slightly, he didn't even need to ask. He locked the cuffs around the man's wrists, pulling him back by the chain.

Sam lightly rolled his hips, earning a gasp from Gabriel. He quickly undressed, watching Gabriel stand there , the candle lit room casting shadows across his skin.

"Turn around and kneel."

Gabriel didn't hesitate, facing Sam and returning to his knees. Gabriel didn't react to the erection in his face. This was pretty par for the course so far. Sam reached down, petting his hair again. Gabriel was starting to wonder if this guy actually knew how to be a Dom when he felt the fingers in his hair tighten, moving his lips towards the awaiting penis.