Oh Drake was very familiar with the way weights could add to add tool, nipples or balls or anywhere else that a sadistic Dom decided to apply them and he could argue with the result even as he shivered at the memory of it. It still caused apprehension even with the promise of pleasure. He barely caught himself as he was forced down and Gabe ran that wonderful leather along his skin.<br/><br/>Fuck it had him dripping with the promise of what it would deliver. The sharp burning lines along his skin and the way it could add to the high left Drake without any hesitation about begging. He did want it and he wanted it at Gabe's skilled hands. "Please sir, hurt me, I need to feel you paint my skin red... Mark me for your pleasure so I always know who I belonged to. Please sir... Gabriel... I need you." Maybe using a Dom's name could be rude but for Drake he wasn't a faceless and nameless sadist who he bent over for just to get relief and he wanted his lover to know that.