Whip It Good || Thad & Gabriel
Characters: Thad Harwood and Gabriel Wells
Timeframe: Early morning, May 5th
Location: Punishment Chambers
General Notes: After insulting Gabriel, Thad finds himself in the punishment chambers where he is forced to endure several whippings and a rinse of ice-cold salt water.
Warnings: Whipping, Blood, Guards being creepy, Salt-Water in wounds
Gabriel was already standing in the punishment chambers when it was eight o'clock, a whip in his hand and a couple of buckets of ice water at his feet. He wasn't particularly thrilled with having to administer his third punishment that week, but the one that had crossed him was clearly one that needed to be broken in. If only he hadn't resorted to calling him a dickbag or a fuckweasel, then he wouldn't have been here that morning. Unfortunately for him, though, he had to do what was necessary and as he heard footsteps drawing nearer, he knew that the guards were coming. "Good morning, slave," Gabriel stated as he looked at the slave in question when he was brought into the chambers by two guards. Gabriel nodded at them before he nodded to the hook that hung from the ceiling. "I want him hanging by his wrists, and his ankles tied to those hooks there," he stated, nodding at the floor where there were ankle cuffs chained to the ground. "And then I want you to stay. You know how much I like an audience," Gabriel stated as he watched the guards glance at one another with a smirk on their lips.
Thad had problems. He'd ALWAYS had problems. But lately his biggest problem of all (other than the whole being kidnapped and trapped on a freaky island, with freaky people, and locked in a freaky cell) was his inclination to speak his mind first and deal with the consequences second. He just couldn't help it. Anger had always severely clouded his ability to think clearly about anything. In a way, he wasn't really surprised to have earned another punishment - this one coming right on the heels of the one he'd just been given by the Asian guy. But Thad's fear, though intensely real, nevertheless hadn't dampened his anger yet. He fought the guards tooth and nail when they'd dragged him from his cell, but being naturally small and pretty run down thanks to a lack of food, in the end he wasn't that difficult to restrain. The two burly men holding him checked on the threshold just long enough for Thad to throw a scowl at Gabriel, but then they were moving again, maneuvering him into the requested position. Swearing in rapid Spanish, Thad tried repeatedly to twist out of their grip without success, and in short order he found himself hanging by his wrists and anchored by his feet like some dead cow in a slaughter house. Momentum twisted him around slowly until Gabriel's face was back in his view and Thad narrowed his eyes and jerked his chin to the man in a sarcastic nod. "Hey, fuckweasel."
Gabriel noticed how the other thrashed in the guards' arms and how he tried to struggle against them, hoping to escape. But even if he could, Gabriel was waiting for him and as the male spoke to him he chuckled lowly. "Yes, slave... keep talking. You're only going to increase the amount of lashings you'll receive. And trust me - you won't want to do that," he stated as he grabbed his whip, taking a step towards the other. "I gave you a chance to apologize, Thad, but you didn't take it. If you had, I wouldn't have to punish you and you can be sure that when you leave here, you will be hurting in many more places than just your ass," Gabriel said before he used the end of the handle of the whip to touch the other's chin. "Now... what do you have to say for yourself?"
Thad 's muscles tensed as the man approached him, and his eyes switched continually from Gabriel's face to the whip in his hand. His breath was coming shallower - he couldn't help it - and his fear ratcheted up as his automatic fight-or-flight response kicked in and was immediately frustrated by the ropes holding him in place. Fuckfuckfuck. He tried valiantly to keep his face schooled into a look that promised the man a world of fucking trouble if he went through with this, but he gave a small, instinctive flinch as the whip came close to his face. "I say you'd better be fucking glad I'm tied up," he growled, swinging his head out of reach and struggling vainly against the ankle cuffs. "You'd be real scared if I wasn't! I'd fuck you up, you royal douchenozzle. You'd be pulling that whip out of your fucking ass when I was done!"
Gabriel had to stop himself from chuckling as the other began to threaten him. "Such strong words for someone tied up. Did you know that I was a Left Tackle when I played football? And that I also did a little bit of work as a Linebacker? No, I'm sure you didn't... And I'm also sure you didn't know that I know how to box, so trust me, Thad... even if you weren't chained up, I wouldn't be scared. Especially since I'm much, much bigger than you," he stated before he moved to let the handle smack against the male's cheek lightly before he sat the whip on a small table. He then pulled off his shirt, revealing his hard body and chiseled muscles and he looked at the other with a small smirk. "Shall we get started?"
All kinds of counter-statements buzzed through Thad's mind - did YOU know I totally shanked somebody on the metro once? And that I robbed a dude at gunpoint on Ashton Street in 2012? They were all LIES of course, but they might sound impressive if he said them really loud. Maybe, maybe he could get this psychopath to reconsider doing this? All clever strategic thoughts evaporated when the butt of the whip thwacked against his cheekbone and Thad snarled and twisted violently, angered as much by how completely powerless he was right now as by the remark about his size. "Fuck you! Fuck you! I ain't scared of your coward--" A look of extreme consternation crossed his face as Gabriel removed his shirt, rage momentarily trading out for irritated shock -- god fucking dammit, the asshole had more muscles on him than a fucking Crossfit gym -- but he finished his intended sentence anyway, stubbornly. "-- pansy ass."
Gabriel could see how the male faltered in his words as his shirt was revealed and he had to stop himself from smirking at that. "Yes, because that certainly is an imposing threat when you pause in the middle of it. But do go on. Increase the number of lashings," he stated as he picked up the whip again, and he walked around the male to face his back, staring at the bare skin that would soon be red with blood and marks. "Now, so long as you keep quiet and you don't run your mouth, I will make this go as quickly as possible. But if you insult me one more time, I will be sure to drag this out. Are you ready, slave?"
Thad 's scowl deepened, a faint trace of red rising into his cheeks, but he didn't favor the man with a verbal response this time (telling himself pridefully that he was only keeping quiet because he was being the bigger man here, and TOTALLY not because he was scared -- no fucking way). He tried to follow Gabriel's progress with his eyes, but panic kicked in the moment the guy moved out of his line of sight. He almost barked out a question but bit his tongue at the last minute, remembering that he was doing the resistance-in-silence thing now. Saying nothing, Thad glared fixedly at the empty wall opposite him, refusing to acknowledge the fact that he was starting to tremble in fear of what was about to happen to him.
Gabriel was surprised that the other was keeping quiet now, given how loud he had been in the past, but he figured that the other just didn't want to add on to the punishment more than he already had. Cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders, Gabriel got into a position before he cracked the whip at the other, landing the first of, what he assumed to be, many lashes against the other's back. "That's one, slave."
Thad closed his eyes, slightly grateful now that the man couldn't see his face. It was going to be hard to be tough and proud over the next however-long this was going to take.. A shock of pain seared across his naked back at the first lash and Thad's body jerked forward, a gasp rushing into his lungs. Oh, FUCK that hurt! This guy was stronger than the Asian, or maybe it was because he was using a whip instead of a leather strap. Either way, Thad knew he was going to be feeling this for a while. He'd be bruised for sure, but.. what about blood? Was he going to be bleeding after this? He couldn't even imagine the task of trying to keep wounds clean while he was sitting down in the cells. Maybe he'd get some kind of blood infection and die down there.
Gabriel knew that the number of lashings he was going to give the other was going to take a toll on the slave, but he also knew it would take its toll on his arm. After rolling his shoulder once more, he cracked the whip back at the male's back, two marks now on the male's back. He wasn't going to lash him so much that he would wind up passing out from lack of blood, or to leave a permanent mark, but he was going to make sure that it stung for several days. Especially for what he had planned after. "That's two," he stated before he cracked the whip at his back for a third time.
Thad swung forward a few inches again, as far as the restraints on his wrists and ankles would allow. He already felt slightly dizzy from the overload of pain, and all the blood draining down to his feet was really not helping. He bit his lower lip hard as the urge to talk back rose up, and he was still biting it when the third blow hit him. His jaw clenched on reflect in response to the hit and he felt the sharp, rusty taste of blood on his tongue and realized he'd cut his lip with his own teeth. Growling to himself, Thad swallowed it down and braced himself as much as he could for the next lash. How long was this guy going to do this?!
Gabriel had planned for a few more lashes before he was finished and he could tell that the other was trying, desperately, to keep himself quiet. Maybe it was to prevent him from getting the satisfaction of hearing him cry or whine or beg, he didn't know, but he preferred it that way. Switching hands briefly, he placed the whip on his left hand before he cracked it forward, letting it lash at the male's back, just above his ass. "Four," he stated calmly before he wasted no time in letting the whip lick at the male's back for a fifth time. He paused then, noticing the five marks on his back and he licked his lips. "Have anything to say for yourself now, slave?"
Thad was panting roughly, but only because he couldn't physically help it. He would've loved to have been able to say that he'd been totally silent and just ignored everything the man was doing, but his entire back was one fierce, burning pain right now.. it hurt so much fucking more than the leather strap had. By the time the fifth strike fell, Thad's eyes were glossing over with tears he absolutely fucking REFUSED to let fall and he gave an involuntary groan as he sagged in the wrist restraints. "You.. you're.." Thad winced - fuck, even just breathing hurt now - and licked over his dry and still sluggishly bleeding lip, swallowing before he squeezed out the last words. "You're an.. asshole.."
Gabriel chuckled lightly at the other's words when he called him an asshole, knowing that it was only going to add to the number of strikes he'd lash onto his back. The two guards chuckled alongside of him, their hands palming their crotches as they watched the show play out. "Wrong answer," Gabriel spoke before he whipped the other again, lashing him for a sixth time. He added two more lashes before he paused, taking a moment to himself as he headed towards one of the tables to grab a bottle of water. "You keep insulting me or talking back to me and I'll only increase the number of lashes. I warned you before, slave. And the more lashes, the more you'll be hurting once I'm done with you."
Thad yelled as waves of pain rippled over him from the force of the next three strikes. Fuck, he was so light-headed. Was he going to pass out? Would that make him a pussy if he passed out? Rolling his head back a little to rest it against the inside of one of his forearms, Thad closed his eyes and his mouth. He couldn't be 'polite' or say 'sir' or any of the other ass-kissing bullshit these people always seemed to want, but at the very least he could STOP talking back, couldn't he? He was pretty sure he could. That, or he'd just have to pass out and they could drag his ass back to his cell.
Gabriel had two more lashes planned, at least for the first round, and he took another small swig from his bottle of water before he sat it back down and walked behind Thad once more. His back was raw now, blood starting to drip from the eight different cuts on his back, and he took a deep breath before he cracked the whip against the male's back in two quick lashes, watching them further mar the other's back. "Ten lashes... Anything to say for yourself now, slave?" Gabriel asked as he moved to place the whip on the table and he glanced over at the guards to shake his head at them. He wasn't done yet. There was still just a few things he needed to do.
Thad couldn't be sure, but he thought he was starting to feel the warm wetness of actual blood on his back. The idea of what it probably looked like back there by now made him shudder. Another low groan escaped him, not a direct intended response to Gabriel's question but the timing lined up fairly reasonably to give the impression that it was. Thad kept his eyes closed and his face averted into the side of his arm, wishing himself anywhere else but here.
Gabriel grabbed one of the buckets of ice cold water before he walked around behind Thad, the fact that he hadn't spoken up telling him he could start wrapping up, but he knew that the worst of it was just about to happen. Given the fact that the water in the bucket he was holding was salt water, he knew that he was about to be screaming and he took a couple of steps towards the slave before he splashed his raw markings with the water until there was nothing left in the bucket.
Thad heard movement and cracked open one eye. The hell was the guy gonna do with that bucket? He twitched a little, and used a little of his remaining energy to try to twist around to see where Gabriel was headed, but quickly the man was out of his sight. "What're you--" The water hit him all at once, the salt seeming to burrow into his every wound until Thad could've sworn he could HEAR his skin sizzling. His screams echoed off the chamber's walls and he twisted around desperately, trying to somehow shake off the water. Or acid. Or whatever this fucking LUNATIC had just thrown at him. After a few minutes he was hanging there dripping, a tear or two cutting tracks down the grime on his cheeks, letting out low, hoarse moans now and then.
Gabriel was surprised that the other was insulting him as the salt water started to affect his wounds, watching him as he thrashed about and screamed. The two guards had their cocks out now, stroking them slowly as a devilish smirk tugged at their lips, and Gabriel merely watched and waited for Thad's thrashing to die down. "Now, I'm going to give you five more lashings, slave - if you don't insult me, I won't use the second bucket of water on you. Understood?" he stated, walking over to where the bucket was to place it back down, and he grabbed his whip again. "Are you ready to continue?"
Thad hung there, revolving very slowly from side to side, his naked, scored body still dripping. Every inch of him felt like it was literally on fire, and vaguely he was forced to wonder how much physical pain any person could endure before they lost consciousness. It felt like he was walking a fine line along the brink himself at this point. He could still hear Gabriel's voice, although it seemed to be coming from quite a distance away now. Thad's gaze was bleary and unfocused when he cracked his eyes open, but he was too drained of anything even remotely resembling energy to think of an insulting response. Another low moan echoed its way out of his raw throat in answer to the question that he was only about 65% sure he'd even understood.
Gabriel gave a short nod at the other's small sound, taking that as his agreement, and he began to lash at his back five more times. Because of the fact that his back was still wet, it probably hurt even more than it had before and when he finished, he rolled his shoulders and moved over to where the slave hung by the shackles. "Next time, think before you speak to me, Thad. I can be very good to you so long as you don't punish me," he stated before he grabbed his belongings and left the punishment chambers, the guards moving behind him to quickly escort the slave back to the cell.
