A/N: I know many people who read my stuff do so because they like the fun kinky stuff. So if you're sticking with me through this very non-fun arc, thank you, so much. You have no idea how much it means to me. And I promise the fun stuff will be here. Just not today. Sorry.

Usual Sawyer warnings, please take care.

"Master?" Gabriel whispered, certainly not wanting to get into trouble for questioning Sawyer's instructions, but what did he want?

"Show me," he insisted, harder, angrier.

"Please," Gabriel whimpered. He still didn't know what his Master meant, but all he could think was that it wasn't good. If it was good, he'd be told with one of those secret smiles he received sometimes, not with this clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.

"Rub yourself on me. Give me a little dance so everyone can see just how much you liked it."

Sawyer held his hips, moving them in small circles, Gabriel's reluctance no match for his strength. He kept his eyes on the buttons on Sawyer's shirt, refusing to acknowledge the audience of his Master's friends and, worse, the potential larger audience from more strangers around them. After a few moments, he'd managed to calm his breathing and could finally actually hear the bass-heavy music over the pounding in his ears. He started to shift of his own accord, his hips rotating. His cock, hard at the humiliation, was tightly pressed against the tiny shorts, and he could even feel his Master hardening beneath him, which made his stomach clench happily despite the flush of embarrassment visible in his cheeks.

Gabriel closed his eyes, choosing to embrace the music and what was desired from him, letting his natural rhythm take over. Sawyer's hands were possessive anyway, clinging to him, partly meaning he couldn't get the full range of motion, but also meaning his cock was lined up against Sawyer's, which was thick and hard against him, giving too much friction – or perhaps just the right amount, Gabriel thought, if Sawyer's intention was to have him humiliate himself even further.

"Master," he whispered, leaning his head forward so no one else would hear.

"What is it, little whore?"

Gabriel was surprised that Sawyer wasn't shouting out, because he was learning how much he enjoyed demeaning him – but instead, there was something almost sweet in his tone, regardless of the actual words.

"Please, Master. I don't want to..."

"You don't want to?" Now Sawyer's voice was higher – louder – mocking, and that was more what Gabriel had been expecting.

He could only whisper a "Please..." as he felt himself build; his insides twisting in that confusing mix between desperately wanting, and not. He'd be punished if he came without permission, and he knew Master would not be giving him permission tonight. He wanted him humiliated – a mess of shame and neediness.

Gabriel wanted to give it to him. He knew Sawyer needed that almost as much as he needed what he got from Sawyer. But he didn't want the caveats that came with it.

He had no choice though. He'd developed a lot of control with Sawyer guiding him and managing him, but he was no match for his Master, who was making him move just so, rubbing them together with the perfect amount of pressure, the dizzying pleasure of bruises forming under his strong fingers. Gabriel would never – never – admit it, but he let go on purpose. He could have held out for longer, but he didn't want to torture himself in front of all these people. The mocking round of applause he got from Sawyer's friends validated that thought, though he couldn't help feeling guilty at letting his Master down – even if it had been forced on him.

Sawyer pushed him down, made him kneel again, not even speaking about what had happened, making Gabriel feel more invisible than he even did normally; something about the volume of people acting as though he wasn't there, as though he hadn't just come in his shorts and it wasn't cooling uncomfortably against his lower stomach now.

Despite, or perhaps because, of being ignored, Gabriel was able to let his focus slide, kneeling neatly by his Master, conscious only of the slightly heavy collar around his neck and the leash being held in Sawyer's curled fist, everything else falling away into unimportant, his mind dropping neatly into a place where he didn't have to think.

The feel of a warm body close to his side made him jump, bringing him out of that calm reverie with a start.

"Hey, it's okay. Master Sawyer said I was allowed to talk to you. I'm Jules."

The boy who'd been with Master Matthew had a sweet, high voice, even pitched at a whisper. Slightly affected in the tilt of his head and the way he nibbled his lower lip, though his hands were calmly curled on top of his thighs as he kneeled beside Gabriel. He had an air of confidence to him that made Gabriel want to shrink back. He felt like someone that might even get him into trouble. Maybe that was why Sawyer had sent him over.

"How long have you been together?" he asked with an encouraging smile.

Gabriel looked at him blankly. He didn't know. When had he lost track? He'd been to school, though that had been over for...a while. Some days? Some weeks? He didn't bother to keep track when there was nothing to keep track for. Jules didn't seem worried by the lack of response, just upping his smile into something even warmer.

"It's a ride, right? Have you known you were a masochist for long?"

Gabriel could answer that one – he shook his head minutely.

"A sub though, when did you know you were a sub?"

Gabriel shrugged, feeling the ache in his muscles at the first big movement they'd received in some time.

Jules' smile looked a little more strained now, and he leaned closer.

"Is Master Sawyer the first person you've subbed for? Your first sadist?"

"Yes." Gabriel turned his head, hoping not to be heard by Sawyer. "Is that bad?"

"No, no," Jules was quick to reassure, though he'd gone pale. "Just, he's...erm, an experienced sadist. I don't know how much he's done with people new to the lifestyle. He's training you, right?"

Gabriel thought for a moment, though that must have been too much for Jules because he took his hand, squeezing reassuringly.

"He's taught you about how to take impact hasn't he?"

Gabriel wasn't sure. Sawyer had done a lot of impact. He wasn't sure if it could be called teaching.

"What safewords are you using? Traffic light?"

"What?"

Jules squeezed harder, and Gabriel thought he heard him let out a quiet curse.

Gabriel risked a glance to Sawyer, though he wasn't watching, deep in conversation with his friends, though Master Matthew did keep glancing over at Jules and looked worried, for which Gabriel felt guilty, because it was somehow his fault that Jules looked pale and clammy.

A moment later, Master Matthew approached and, to Gabriel's surprise, crouched by Jules, bringing himself down to the same level.

"Baby, I want you to go home with Trey."

"Master? Why?"

"Just something I need to do without you."

"But Master," Jules whined, though he pulled it back at the narrowing of his Dom's eyes. "Sorry, Sir."

"I know you wanted to scene. Tomorrow, I promise. I see Trey over by the bar, go tell him you want to go home."

Jules paused, looking at his Master and then glancing to Gabriel, the concerned look not gone from his face. He stood after a few moments and left without another word, approaching a small red-haired guy at the bar. Gabriel tried not to stare – he knew Master Matthew didn't want to speak to him, there was no reason for him to. But the man didn't seem to be able to stop staring at him for some reason. He didn't say anything, but Gabriel found it horribly unnerving. Eventually Matthew shrugged, as if he had had a question but decided against asking it, and rose, returning to his seat.

"Okay, darling. Let's go home now. Are you ready for your punishment?" Sawyer's voice brought Gabriel sharply back into the loud space and he twisted his neck jarringly in his reflex to give Sawyer his attention.

Gabriel gulped. "Punishment, Master?"

"Well, I know I didn't give you permission to make a mess of yourself. But you just couldn't help yourself, could you? Don't worry. Your punishment will reflect what a little whore you are."

A/N: I wonder if Sawyer's punishment will be sending Gabe to bed without supper?