Drake hadn't realized he was holding his breath till Gabe gave him the first blow. It felt like his own form of heated kisses, each strike marking and painting his skin with pain but also promise. The sound that left his lips was one of relief that Gabe found him worthy, wanted to give this to him. Maybe it was fucked up in the brain but it felt like more a gift. He didn't try to hold back the sounds as the angel worked him over, certain strikes causing more of a gasp than others but he held still for the treatment.<br/><br/>The loss of a cock though did bring it's on distress as he whimpered and pushed back pathetically but the flogger met him half way. He could get off on this sort of pain alone but if his Master wanted it from him now he wasn't going to deny him. His hand was shaking from the rush of endorphins in this body as he just teased the head of his cock and that was all it took. That and another strike that wrapped around and got him on a tender part of his side. He soaked his hand and stomach I'm cum with a another scream as he started to lose the tether to the time and place. His skin felt alight and his balls ached but he didn't want to stop, he wanted to climb higher.