#sopgabriel

Gabriel wasn't someone that was into doing double rentals, given that he was selfish and he wanted to focus solely on one slave at a time, but Kurt had been good for him and he had wanted to show Sam he wasn't as evil as the other made him out to be. He could understand Sam's frustration with him, though, so he knew that if he was upset when he entered his suite, he wouldn't have complained. With a sigh, Gabriel finished with his shower just as the guards knocked on the door and he quickly moved to answer it, seeing the two slaves with their bodies damp and their hands behind their back. "Gentleman," he stated before he opened the door and nodded to the slaves. "Step in."

Kurt glanced at Sam out of the corner of his eye as he'd been doing the entire walk to Gabriel's suite before taking a deep breath and walking into the suite, avoiding the guards as best he could, while still keeping his head down. He'd never been in a double rental before so he glanced once more at Sam hoping to take cues from him or Gabriel, whichever spoke first.

Sam had been planning on laying in his cell for a day or two, until his legs had stopped feeling the two long days he'd had strapped with his limbs above his head. So when he was pulled out of his cell this morning without knowledge of who was renting him, he couldn't say his mood was all that rosy. Which made him feel kind of shitty when he first saw Kurt and realized they were getting the exact same treatment, being led the same way, and he didn't immediately feel happy. He looked over at Kurt, giving him a faint smile before he was led into the room and spotted Gabriel. He straightened up, really wishing he wasn't naked right now but also not being sure why he wasn't used to it. He should be used to it. "Hello, sir..."

Gabriel made sure to keep his gaze up as Kurt and Sam walked into his suite and he gave them both small smiles as he closed the door behind them. "Hello yourself, Sam. Kurt's had a rental with me before, so he knows the rules, but you'll need to get a tour and the spiel before I take you for your shower, understood?" he stated before he looked at Kurt and nodded at him. "Turn around, Kurt, so I can undo your binds."

Kurt sighed in relief when the doors opened, and raised his head to look up at Gabriel with a grateful smile. "Hi Gabriel," he said as he turned around, more than ready to be free of the stupid binds. "A shower sounds wonderful. More than wonderful. Heavenly." He hated being hosed down and since he'd forgotten that Gabriel would give him a shower, his mood and hopes for the rental both skyrocketed.

Sam 's eyes shot over to Kurt when he was using the Master's name without a title. He blinked but said nothing about it, just filing it away to ask Kurt about once they were alone. His eyes followed him as he turned around for the mostly naked Master. He remembered Gabriel had said something to him more specifically so he focused up on his face. "Huh? Yeah, understood, sir." His hands twitched behind his back, wondering if he'd be kept like this for the tour.

Gabriel quickly unbounded Kurt's hands before he turned towards Sam and undid his, despite his convictions. When the ties were off, he set them aside before he walked in front of them, giving them a small smile. "Now, follow me. I'll show you where you'll be able to shower when you're here, and in the meantime, we'll drop Kurt off," he stated before he turned and headed towards the Master suite, opening the door and holding it wide so that the two slaves could step through.

Kurt smiled up at Gabriel and shot Sam a smaller smile before following Gabriel to the Master suite. Sam's reservations were clear on his face but Kurt was sure by the time the rental was over, he'd feel silly for having them. Or at least he hoped. "How long of a shower do we get?"

Sam watched Gabriel come over to him and was silent as he undid his binds. He murmured a thank you, sir and brought his hands slowly around to rub his wrists. From the weekend and his usual shackles, these bonds, they were most certainly showing signs of wear. He wondered if the skin of his wrists would eventually feel so much tougher than a lot of his body. Following behind Kurt, trailing slightly, he glanced around, trying to figure out where they were headed. He looked confused when he saw the Master suite, wondering if the slave quarters or shower was beyond.

Gabriel continued to walk through the Master bedroom before he headed to the bathroom, unlocking the door and holding it open for Kurt. "You can get about ten minutes each. Normally it'll be about five minutes, but since I'll be talking to Sam during your shower, we might go over and I want to give you both equal time to get clean. Now," Gabriel said before he gestured to the bathroom, giving Kurt a smile. "Enjoy yourself. But not too much," he said with a wink.

Kurt blushed and shook his head. "Just ten minutes? That's not nearly long enough to enjoy a shower. That's barely enough time to wash my hair properly." He wrinkled his nose in disgust and crossed his arms over his chest. "What do I have to do to get fifteen minutes?"

Sam nodded slowly at the time limit but apparently Kurt wasn't so happy with it. He looked up at him, again surprised by his informality, but he figured they must just be close now, after who knows what they'd been through together. He kept quiet, since he had nothing in particular to add to this.

Gabriel had to chuckle at Kurt's words before he leaned forward to kiss his forehead. "I'm sure you know what you have to do," he stated before he nodded to the bathroom. "But for now, ten minutes. We might go over, but you will get more chances to shower when you're here."

Kurt sighed and nodded in defeat. It had been worth a shot. "Fine, I'll take ten minutes. But I'll hold you to that. Ten minute showers are rush jobs." After shooting Sam an encouraging smile, he went into the bathroom making a beeline for the shower. Everything else could wait.

Sam diverted his gaze for the moment when Gabriel leaned in to kiss Kurt's forehead, getting intensely interested in the floor for the duration. He looked back up again and made himself smile at Kurt because he really didn't want the boy to think it was anything to do with him, the way he was feeling. He felt his heart rate pick up when he left their company, however, cracking his knuckles as he looked around.

Gabriel closed the door behind Kurt and he turned to Sam with a small smile on his lips. "Now, its just us. Would you like a tour of my suite first, or would you like to see the rules you'll be expected to follow?" he spoke, making sure to keep his gaze above Sam's shoulders.

Sam looked back at Gabriel when he spoke, clear confusion written on his face. "​See​ the rules, sir..? I assumed you were just going to tell me, as you walked me around..." He shrugged, briefly searching his face before his eyes dropped down to the towel. "Uh- you can change first, sir, if you like? I can turn away."

Gabriel only smiled once more at Sam before he chuckled. "Would you prefer if I dressed, Sam? Because I can if you would like me to," he stated. "But yes, you can see the rules - they're in the drawer in the slave quarters. We can make that the beginning of the tour or the ending of it, depending on your preference."

Sam shrugged again, not sure he had an opinion even if he thought he should be allowed to state it. "I only figured you- didn't often walk around like that, but of course, I wouldn't know." He wet his lips and looked around in thought before returning his eyes to the other's face. "Uh.. rules first, I guess, please. So that way I... know what is and isn't allowed where when you're showing it to me." No need to get his hopes up about certain grandeur if it wasn't part of the package.

Gabriel nodded at Sam before he gestured towards the door of the bedroom. "Then follow me," he stated before he walked over to it, opening it before he quickly headed to the slave's quarters. "Truthfully, the tour only has about one more room for you to see, and it's one I think you'll like but first... this is where you'll be sleeping provided you follow my rules," Gabriel spoke as he opened the door. "You can step inside first."

Sam followed Gabriel over to the door, curious, since Kurt had been complimenting the room. He glanced over at the Master and had to brush past his large build in order to get inside, since neither of them were particularly small, especially not the Master, who made Sam actually ​feel​ unnervingly small. He looked around the room, noticing the twin bed, kind of curious how close he'd have to sleep to Kurt to get comfortable, but that wasn't the worst thing in the world. "It's... it's nice accommodations, sir." He thought about talking about places he'd had to sleep at Mike's but reminded himself he shouldn't be complaining about other Masters ​to​ a Master.

Gabriel smiled lightly when Sam complimented the room and he nodded as he stepped inside. "You also have your own bathroom over there. It's just a sink and a toilet, but it's enough for the middle of the night, I think," he stated before he moved over to one of the bedside tables. Pulling out a sheet of paper, he turned to hand it to Sam. "These are your base rules. Today you won't have to work out because I know both you and Kurt are sore from the event, but tomorrow I expect you to do some exercises, even if they're small."

Sam looked toward where Gabriel was referring, exhaling. How much he wished he had a toilet in his cell. Hell, he could live without the sink, but a toilet would be heavenly. And the ability to get up and go to it, too. Looking back over at the Master as he moved, he looked at the paper, trying not to panic just because it was so official seeming. He took it from Gabriel and skimmed the list. "I could- probably do sit ups for a little while, but anything else and -" He licked his lips, not wanting to admit more weakness than he had to. His eyes slid over to the massage part of the rules and he looked up. "Uh-... will- Kurt and I- be splitting up what's.. needed on this list? Since you'll still be having someone-" ​Kurt​ "do it?"

Gabriel watched Sam carefully as he read over the rules and he kept his gaze on the male's face, trying to gauge his reaction. "Maybe. I work out quite frequently, so if I ask for a massage, it can be whoever is available and whoever wants to do it," he stated with a small shrug before he sighed. "I... suppose we should talk about the elephant in the room?" he spoke, glancing at Sam with his lips pursed.

Sam brushed at his nose, reminding himself it was just a massage, and he couldn't make Kurt do all the heavy lifting. That would be silly. He exhaled and and looked at him, having expected it even though he wasn't sure what Gabriel could add to it by now. "If we're stopping in here, sir, may I.. sit down? To talk? I was in that... buffet position for at least 10 hours for the first two days. But then of course we can... talk."

Gabriel nodded and gestured to the bed. "Yes, of course. I'm sure you'll find it's quite a bit more comfortable than the buffet table and the cell floor," he stated before he moved to lean against the door frame, his arms crossing over his chest. "I'm not going to lie and say I don't want to have sex with you, Sam. I do. You are attractive. But I want you to know that I won't touch you unless you'd want it."

Sam made a quiet noise of relief and walked over to the bed, sinking down on the edge of it, though he felt bad for getting it a bit damp. He looked up as Gabriel went right into it, dropping his eyes back down and bringing a hand up to rub his forehead. His feelings on the subject were very complex, too much so for himself, probably, and he felt ashamed for what some of the feelings were. He swallowed and dropped his hand, looking at Gabriel's chest because it was easier than looking him in the eye or this, or speaking at a normal volume, for that matter. "What if... what if it's harder to say than it- would be to take? Do?"

Gabriel knew that it was a touchy subject, especially since he and Sam hadn't been on the best terms before, but he knew that they needed to talk about this so that Sam could know what to expect. He noticed the way that the other glanced at the floor before looking at his chest and he pursed his lips as the other spoke. "I'm... not quite sure I know what you're trying to ask, Sam."

Sam grimaced because he really didn't want to be more specific, since a lot of the problem was that he didn't know how to be specific, or talk about it. Which was fairly ironic since there were a lot of things he demanded people be more specific about, if they wanted him to know what the hell they just said. He was quiet for a moment as he tried to fit the words together more clearly, not sure he got it but attempting again. "What am I- supposed to do if-" He struggled, shaking his head. "If admitting is harder than-" He clenched his eyes shut, wondering if it wouldn't just be easier for him to not do anything with Gabriel if it meant he didn't have to try and say it.

Gabriel kept his lips pursed as he waited for Sam to find the right words and when he finally spoke up, only to stop again, he figured out what it was. Instead, he just took a couple of steps closer and placed his hand tentatively on the blond's shoulder, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Actions speak louder than words," he whispered before he moved to bend down, looking Sam in the eye. "But if you say no or stop at any time, I will do just that. Keep that in mind."

Sam could hear the other man approach, since it would be actually very impressive if Gabriel could sneak anywhere, and peeked an eye open when he felt the hand on his shoulder, the other following suit. The jury was still out on how he felt about feeling so small, kind of wishing Kurt was right there so he could remember he wasn't actually, but no, he was painfully aware of it being just the two of them, especially when he bent down to look at him. He nodded, staring at him.

Gabriel waited until Sam nodded before he rose to his feet. "Come on, now... One more stop. You saw the kitchen and the living room, I'm sure, but you can get another look at them when we head to the gym," he stated before he headed for the door, holding it open. "Want to see what machines you'd be able to use?"

Sam wet his lips before easing himself back up to his feet, though his legs protested, since they thought they were done for a while. "Okay, sir." He moved and awkwardly stepped past him, wondering why he kept doing that, if it was normal, but he didn't want to ask at the moment. "Yes, I would like that." Though he wouldn't had admitted it, one of the saddest things about deciding to be pissed at Gabriel over the Spencer debacle was that he didn't expect to get to see his little home gym. Well, the 'little' could possibly be inaccurate.

Gabriel slowly began to led Sam towards the doors and once he reached the door to the gym, he unlocked it before he stepped inside. "This is it. State-of-the-art equipment for practically every exercise. There's even some yoga mats in a closet for the days when I just want to focus on workouts without any machinery," he stated before he turned to look at Sam. "What do you think?"

Sam followed Gabriel into the room, staring around. He wondered what it must be like to live like this all the time. He didn't think it'd inspire him to bump himself up to- what was it, 8 hours of working out, but it definitely would be well used in his own possession. "Ohhh, wow..." His mind was itching to touch and try the equipment but his body reminded him with little aches why that wouldn't be such a great idea... though the machines were making him wonder if he shouldn't just try to work through all the pain. Maybe later today, if he was allowed. "This room is awesome."

Gabriel was glad to see that Sam approved of his gym and he chuckled at his compliment. "I'm glad you think so. When we start with your exercises tomorrow, you can have your pick of whatever machine you want to use. And you don't have to do just one hour - if you want to do more, I'll let you do more. I know you've been missing out on that," he stated with a smile before he gestured to the equipment. "You can touch it if you want, get a feel for the machines."

Sam smiled tentatively, appreciating that Gabriel had bothered to remember that Sam had been missing the ability to work out on equipment. On the days that he wasn't in horrible pain,the workouts they had were not quite good enough or long enough him. Which was fair because he wouldn't want to have the others put through his desired work out. He went closer and looked over the equipment, not sure he needed to touch them, so he just nodded. "Thank you, sir, I'm sure I would like to do more than an hour in a day."

Gabriel nodded at Sam's words and smiled. "Good. Then after my first round of workouts, I will wake you up and escort you here and we can work out together. Having more than one person in here might make it feel like an actual gym and not a home gym, too," he joked with a chuckle before he rubbed his hands together. "Now, how about that shower? I'm sure you want to get that cell grime off of you, huh?"

Sam just wanted to shake his head at how much Gabriel did work out, since it almost seemed like a religious thing at this point. Maybe he worshiped his own body. "Yes, of course, sir, that sounds fine." He nodded, wondering how early it was when Gabriel's first round was through. "Yeah, I do, thank you."He wet his lips and slowly wandered back out of the room, wanting to make his way there but not charge ahead without permission. "Has it been ten minutes?"

Gabriel truthfully didn't worship his own body - he knew he looked good and he left it at that, but he definitely wanted to have others worship him. It was a major kink of his, and it was part of the reason why getting a massage was on his list. Regardless, though, he chuckled at Sam's words and glanced down at his watch to see that only about eight minutes had passed. "Almost but... I suppose this is where I ask you what flavor oatmeal you'd prefer. I give slaves three meals of oatmeal a day, if they don't do anything sexual with me, and while it might not be the most appetizing... it should at least be a bit better than the gruel they serve you in the cells, mm?"

Sam hesitated when he said it was only 8 minutes, stopping and wondering what he could do to get Kurt some more time, since he'd seemed to eager to. He'd panicked when he was left alone with Gabriel and it was't necessarily that he wanted it to continue, but he did want Kurt to have nice things. "Flavors, sir..?" He blinked, shaking his head. " I kinda though it would just be the basic. Would you.. show me where the oatmeal is?" He didn't love oatmeal, and if they were flavored that meant it was probably the packaged kind. At least the flavors would make it seem more exotic than it had been when he was making it by the batches every morning for him and his siblings. But his stomach still turned over at the thought of eating it three times a day. Even when he was super poor he could at least sub out hot dogs or corn dogs for lunch, other things for dinner.

Gabriel nodded at Sam's question before he chuckled. "I can't really show you that, since I'd be making it from scratch - I'd basically put in your choice of fruit into the oatmeal. I have plenty of fruit here, so I'm sure I could make you one with your favorite fruit," he stated before he headed for the door. "I can show you the fruits, though, if you'd really want?"

Sam 's brow furrowed in confusion, blinking at him. He shouldn't have been surprised by the fruit, but still- "Why would you make it for me, sir..? I mean... I would have thought you'd make me make up my own food, since it wouldn't be fed to you to have to worry about?" He tilted his head, slowly trailing behind him.

Gabriel lifted his shoulder in a shrug as he turned to face Sam, a small smile playing on his lips. "Honestly, I know that home-cooked meals are a lot better than the packaged stuff. My specialty is mostly in meat meals, but I learned how to make oatmeal, just for the sake of being here."

Sam 's stomach wanted to start growling at the mention of meat. It was a ridiculous rarity with the amount of time in the cell or the 8 or so total days he'd spent at vegetarian Mike's. But.. ​oatmeal​. "I can make oatmeal, sir... oats were always cheap in bulk and-" He shrugged slightly, not about to share money woes with someone who probably could wipe his own ass with a Benjamin and not feel anything.

Gabriel shook his head and lifted his hand up. "I won't let you. I insist. You're here and, especially today, you need to rest," he stated before he gestured for the door. "So would you like to see the fruits we have, or are you ready for your shower now?"

Sam pursed his lips not to argue, though he didn't see how that could be anything but a bitter reminder to both of them that Sam wasn't doing all of his duties properly if Gabriel was having to make it and give it to him three times a day. He just nodded before looking toward the door. "Yes, sir, I'd like to see the fruits, if you'll let me."

Gabriel truthfully didn't like to have slaves cook his meals for him - Kurt was an exception because it was something he liked and he was good at making the food - so unlike other Masters, his rules didn't dictate that a slave would have to cook his meals for him. Especially since he ate quite a lot. "Then follow me," Gabriel said, opening the door to the gym and walking forward to the large fridge. He reached down and pulled out the crisper, showing all of the fresh fruits that he kept stored there. "I get bi-weekly shipments, so they're always ripe and just right."

Sam looked down into the bin in the fridge, seeing fruits he was pretty sure he hadn't ever seen in the flesh before and he just blinked down at the assortment. "It's... hard to picture ​you​ eating oatmeal, sir... do you know what's... good with them? All I've ever heard is like, of apple and cinnamon or something." It was a silly subject to discuss but maybe Kurt would get to wash something other than his hair.

Gabriel chuckled lightly at Sam's words and he lifted his shoulder in a shrug. "Some mornings I do. My breakfast I like to keep light because I'm working out for the first few hours of the morning. But I quite like strawberries in mine, personally. And you can't go wrong with apple and cinnamon, either."

Sam actually didn't even know how oatmeal with ​real​ fruit worked, since when he was poor enough to be eating it a lot they weren't exactly spending a lot on fruit. And when they had grapes or melons, he certainly had them on the side. He leaned against the counter top, blinking. "That's a whole lot of fruit, sir. I'm sure your body thanks you for being so nice to it. Like, do you ever get sick?"

Gabriel had to let out another laugh, but he noticed the way that the slave leaned against the counter top - it was almost as if he was planning on staying there for a bit longer. He knew what he was trying to do, buy Kurt more time in the shower, but he was willing to play along. For a bit, anyhow. "Very rarely. The last time I truly got sick was my college graduation but that was... well, that was more because of a hangover. And I rarely get those, either."

Sam raised his eyebrows, blinking at him. "You got drunk the night before your graduation, sir? Why not wait until the day of? Or night of, I guess." He wet his lips, idling there and finding it easy to do so if Gabriel was going to be able to provide different little anecdotes such as that one. "Not much of a drink, I bet? Since it's not exactly good for the body, and you seem all about that."

Gabriel chuckled and shook his head. "No, no, it was the night of my graduation. I didn't get drunk or sick ​at​ the actual ceremony. My father would have definitely not liked that," he said, shaking his head again, but this time more for himself. Another chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at Sam. "Oh, I drink - it just takes me large quantities for me to feel it in the morning. For instance - some people need only four beers to feel a buzz? I need about ten or so. And that's just to feel tipsy."

Sam shook his head at himself for that confusion. "Oh, right, of course. Makes more sense." He wet his lips and stared at Gabriel. Ten. And just to get tipsy. His eyebrows raised, wondering what it was like to have to actually work to get yourself drunk like that. Sam didn't have the highest of tolerance, since he'd only had a few occasions where alcohol was involved. "Oh.. wow. Do you even bother then? With beer?"

Gabriel lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "If I want one or two during a football game, I do, but not really. I much prefer rum. Bacardi, to be exact. And when I do drink, I don't really get black-out drunk - just tipsy," he explained before he clapped his hands together. "But enough talking - now it's time for your shower, right?"

Sam chewed his lip before reluctantly pushing himself up to be standing properly, nodding, since he definitely didn't know enough about rum to ask about it and he wasn't even sure if 'Bacardi' was a type or a brand, or anything of the sort. "Yeah, I guess it probably is, sir." He rubbed his arm, waiting for the Master to lead the way since he didn't want to keep picking the pace even if he did know where it was they were going.

Gabriel nodded at Sam's words and led him to his bedroom and through there, the door to the bathroom. After unlocking it he stepped inside, a smile on his lips as he looked at the brunet in the shower. "Time's up, Kurt," he stated as he moved in and held the door open for Sam to step in. "It's Sam's turn."

Kurt let out a yelp when the door opened and he heard Gabriel's voice. "But I'm not done! Give me......two minutes. I'm rinsing my hair!" He hurriedly shoved his head back under the stream, praying that Gabriel would let him finish. Sure he probably shouldn't have pushed it but the water had felt so good and besides, letting conditioner rest in your hair for a few minutes only made it softer and smoother.

Sam hung back, not feeling great about being made to go into the bathroom when Kurt wasn't even out yet, though not really because he would be naked, since he hadn't been able to avoid looking at Kurt naked, even if he wanted to, which he didn't necessarily. It's not as though the boy was in any way repulsive. "I- I can take less time, sir, if that's what you're worried about? Or just- jump in right now along with him." He shrugged.

Gabriel was surprised that Kurt hadn't finished, given the fact that they had run over on their time, but he still chuckled at his question. "Alright, two more minutes. But you need to come out sooner rather than later because I need my first massage of the day," he stated before he glanced at Sam. "You can join him if you want."

Kurt hurriedly rinsed his hair, cursing himself for waiting so long to rinse it. Then again, the water spray had felt so good on his muscles. How could he be expected to not stand there for the majority of the time with his eyes closed and a blissful expression on his face? "I'm almost done! I just need to make sure there's nothing left in my hair."

Sam looked at Gabriel and shook his head, instead going over to make sure the toilet lid was closed before sitting on it. "No, I was only thinking you might want me to. I can wait for my turn." He chewed on his lip and folded his hands down in his lap, wondering if he too would forget the time, in hopes the two of them would forget about him.

Gabriel watched as Sam moved to sit on the toilet and he shook his head, gesturing to the seat in his shower. "Go ahead and sit in there. The steam will help your muscles," he stated before he glanced at Kurt, making sure to keep a light expression on his face to show that he wasn't that angry. "It's a good thing I understand why you want to be in the shower longer."

Kurt shook his head under the spray once more before climbing out and standing on the tile just outside of the shower. "Sorry! Sorry! I'm finished now!" He cast a mournful look back at the shower, and the steam rising off the water, before making sure Sam had room to get past him into the shower. When he did finally glance at Sam, he made sure to keep his eyes from shoulders up just in case.

Sam looked into the shower past all the steam, having not looked closely at the shower until now, so he had no idea there was anywhere to sit in there until the spotted the ledge. He got up to his feet but Kurt was rushing out now. He gave him an apologetic smile, as if sorry that he had to be taking him out of there, even if he wasn't really, and almost touched his shoulder but he looked and smelled so clean which in turn made Sam feel dirty and he didn't want to put any of that on Kurt. He climbed in after him and closed the door before moving under the spray, sticking his face under it.