A low hiss passed between Anel's lips as his hair was gripped so very tightly, the delightful stinging of his scalp reminding him quite clearly that he wasn't dealing with someone who knew nothing of his idea of pleasure. Gareth was among his favorite repeat clients, and the only one who didn't always insist on gagging him to avoid having to suffer his rebellious and rather bitchy comments throughout their sessions. He groaned softly in appreciation as he watched the man's tongue run over his lips, the impulse to lean forward at lick the slick muscle coming to him, but he was prevented from moving by the unwavering grip upon his hair.<br/><br/>"Mmn..." He made a small sound of protest at the hum, shaking his head slightly against the tight hold before he watched, unconsciously holding his breath as Gareth drew closer, his eyes not once flinching away from that challenging stare. An expression of some shock and disbelief came to the whore's features as he was told to bed; to be a 'good' boy and his held breath released with a low moan at the tightening of the fingers in his long hair.<br/><br/>"Nngh... I... I don't beg..." He stated quietly, his lips parted as he panted quietly, staring determinedly into Gareth's eyes for several long moments before he grimaced and lowered his gaze; he was a masochist at heart and he couldn't resist the allure of what he knew Gareth could offer and so decided to give... But only a little.<br/><br/>"Please, Mr. Gareth... I want... I want you to hurt me..." He began in a soft and meek tone; clearly purposefully put on as it was a far cry from Anel's usual firm voice. Whether it would be taken well or not was up to Gareth. "I want you to whip me... Beat me... Flog me... Anything you want..." So that final section was a lie; anything<em>apart</em>from fucking. That would come later.