The idea of burning Anel with his cigarette<em>had</em>crossed Gareth's mind, the only reason he had dismissed it had been not wanting to pay the extra fees for leaving permanent marks upon him. Tonight. Perhaps another time, when he finally came to claim Anel's virginity... he<em>would</em>be paying quite a lot for it, after all...<br/><br/>Gareth chuckled faintly as he tilted his head slightly, watching as Anel put himself on display upon the bed, the cascade of wavy blonde hair falling down his back. Gareth chuckled, and came forward slowly, very nonchalantly eyeing over the boy.<br/><br/>"It's lovely to look at... but..." Gareth didn't actually continue that thought, reaching to abruptly shove Anel's body back down onto the bed. He reached to grab his hips, keeping the quirt in his hand as he guided the boy's bottom up into the air, similarly guiding his legs together, leading him to be bent over with his upper-body resting down upon the bed. Gareth looked over him again, and nodded slightly in approval, stroking his hand over the quirt he was holding as he stalked around him slowly, like a predator circling its prey.<br/><br/>"... there. Much better," he purred, and there was an abrupt<em>crack</em>as he expertly swung the quirt, the leather tip of it cracking over the back of one of Anel's thighs, a red welt immediately beginning to rise on his skin. "My favorite whipping spots are nice and exposed this way."