Slowly, very slowly, the tightness that protested to Gareth's fingers would ease as Anel's body grew used to the sensation and even though the boy'smind raged at what was going on; urging him to do<em>something</em>to stop the violation of the terms of his service (his body didn't come to mind as of yet), there was nothing that he could do; bound and deprived of his senses as he was. His hips shifted slightly, torn between the desire to arch upward into the terribly talented fingers that sought that hidden bundle of nerves, and the need to push away, to put a stop to what was happening.<br/><br/>Finally, a low and somewhat strangled moan came from around the large ball held tightly within his teeth as the tongue trailed up his chest, his body arching upward of it's own accord into the damning touch. He couldn't help it; he<em>was</em>a whore after all, and one couldn't last long in such an occupation without having the talent to find pleasure where it may come, and unfortunately for Anel, his body began to crave the slender digits that expertly probed his tight entrance. Still, he was a stubborn one, and swiftly silenced the moan by biting down hard on the rubber gag, shaking his flushed face quickly at Gareth's words.<br/><br/>His slender frame jotled slightly as his head was suddenly jerked to the side, a shudder passing over him at the tongue tracing up his throat, his hips beginning to shift upward against the steady thrusts of the fingers despite his mind;s insistence that he wasn't to enjoy this. This was assault! It wasn't right! He told everyone that he wanted them, much as Gareth said and while the man did have something of a special place in Anel's bed, he did not have the right to do as he pleased.<br/><br/>Anel longed to be able to shout; to scream at hoe arrogant and self-centered the man was. To think that he would mean every single thing he said was absurd. Certainly he was much happier to take Gareth to his bed than some other clients, but he never wanted his virginity to be lost in such a way as this... What would Ryan say? A low groan of hopelessness passed between his full lips at the thought, a flicker of anger coming to him at the lack of any security at least coming to check; what the hell was Atticus doing!? Not his damn job, that was certain!<br/><br/>He was brought out of his inner rant quite abruptly as teeth grazed over his neck and he gasped sharply at the man's insistence that he relax; it was an easy thing for him to say, and the boy hated how his body seemed to be obeying and his muscles slowly eased to allow Gareth's fingers to move at a faster pace. Even his mind began to struggle a little with insulting the man...<br/><br/><em>Stop it! You... You fucker! Get... Off...!</em>