To an outsider, the way Paul handled Gabriel seemed cold and cruel, which was a perfectly accurate description. Paul's grip was relentless, merciless as he kept Gabriel arched at a painful angle and his gaze was cool and calculating in the face of the naked man's suffering. But even an outsider could see that the boy absolutely loved it.<br/><br/>Paul could not miss how his angel squirmed in his lap, his pink cock twitching, growing even harder as he thought on his answer. Sometimes Gabriel didnt know what he wanted, he was so submissive and deferential he didnt have an opinion on how he was hurt, just as long as someone did eventually hurt him.<br/><br/>It was one of Paul's favorite games to pull decisions out of the boy, giving him choices and ultimatums and conditions to meet. He loved backing Gabriel into corners, forcing him to voice his desires, to define them and plead for them or else he would get nothing at all. That didnt mean Paul granted all of them, as it was ultimately up to him to decide what the boy deserved.<br/><br/>Gabriel, breathily, responded. Instead of deciding on one, he had spoken all three of the responses and Paul had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. Such audacity! Such greediness. Such... clever disobedience. He had never said the boy could only choose one afterall.<br/><br/>Gabriel wanted everything; tied, spanked, teased, toyed with, tortured, beaten. Used in any and every way Paul saw fit. He could not fault Gabriel for his avarice, though, not when he desired the same things just as selfishly.<br/><br/>"All right," he acquiesced and released Gabriel's hair, "to the foot of the bed."<br/><br/>The bed was a massive thing, a reinforced four poster monstrosity, with built in restraints and a pulley system for suspension play. It wasnt something they indulged in often, but Paul had hung Gabriel from its steel bars like an art piece a time or two, and contentedly stared at him for hours.<br/><br/>There were chains at the foot of the bed, measured perfectly to stretch out Gabriel's arms and legs like a prisoner. The mattress was just high enough to reach the top of his thighs so that he could be bent over it when his arms were released. The perfect height for fucking from behind, or spanking.<br/><br/>"Bend over the bed," Paul instructed after Gabriel left his lap.<br/><br/>He removed his jacket and carefully laid it on the chair, letting Gabriel wait as he pulled off his tie. He unknotted it completely and let the silk slide against his shirt in an alluring whisper of expensive fabric, a sound that Gabriel would associate with the tie ending up somewhere on his body, bound around his wrists or covering his eyes or gagging his mouth or pulled taught across his throat, and on one memorial occasion, knotted tightly on his cock.<br/><br/>But this time Paul left the tie with his jacket. Tonight they needed something much more substantial than mere silk.<br/><br/>Paul unhurrieldy rolled his sleeves up his forearms. He removed his watch and the heavy singlet ring he wore on his pinky and left them on a table. Then he finally went to the closet that contained the toys.<br/><br/>It was an impressive collection. Most were Gabriel's but a few pieces had been gifts from Paul, well used and long since broken in. He picked up several things and brought them all to the convenient table set up just beside the bed.<br/><br/>Face down and ass up, Gabriel would not see the things he had chosen but he would recognize the tell tale click of a bottle of lube and later the cold press of the metal anal plug at his hole. It was not the smallest or biggest in Gabriel's collection, but it was substantial enough as it was pressed almost perfunctorily into Gabriel's body.