Title: Relinquish
Author: phobosgirl (phobosgirl@hotmail.com)
Date: 1/27/05
Rating: NC-17
Authors notes: This has been beta’d to death by my dear friends and relentless cheerleaders, vedaprophet and plumsuede. Thank you ladies, without your encouragement, I’d never have taken this on! Feedback is more than welcome and can be sent to phobosgirl@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. None of this is real nor should any implication be made based on this manuscript that I have any insider info on either of these two fine men.
Warnings: Bondage/Domination/Submission/Discipline, Gale/Randy (Queer As Folk) RPS
Complete: no


Relinquish

He awoke suddenly to the odd sound of clinking metal close to his head. Groggy, he sighed softly, feeling as if he hadn’t slept enough. He shifted and tried to roll off of his stomach to his side to resume the delicious decadence of his Sunday afternoon nap when he became frighteningly aware that he was shackled hand and foot.

He tried to bolt upright, fear gripping him, but found that only the very slightest movement of his upper body was possible. His sleepiness only added to his confusion, making it difficult to understand where he was and what was happening. He was startled when he heard Randy’s smooth, confident voice somewhere behind him.

“It’s ok, Gale, relax. Your hands are bound directly over your head and your ankles are cuffed to the corners of the end of the bed. If you don’t fight the bindings, you’ll be fine.”

What?

“Randy, what the fuck is going on?” Hearing Randy’s explanation, Gale’s fright was thawing rapidly, but his confusion deepened and he felt like the slow kid in class who was ten steps behind everyone, trying desperately to catch up.

That’s when he noticed Randy’s hands smoothing over his tense shoulders and inching their way slowly down his long, slender back. The heat from his lover’s palms radiated into his straining muscles, soothing them tenderly, but he fought the seduction by gripping with tight fists the wrought iron rail of the headboard that his hands were locked to.

“Are you going to let me up, Randy? For god’s sake, I was only napping!” He didn’t know why he was suddenly trying to justify his actions- they were both adults and if he wanted a nap, he’d take one. Still, this felt vaguely like punishment. He tried to ignore the zing of excitement in his stomach at the thought of being punished by Randy. It was a completely ridiculous notion.

“No,” Randy breathed, “You’re mine. I’ll release you when I’m finished with you and not before.”

Gale wasn’t accustomed to feeling so helpless. He’d played these games with other lovers, to a lesser degree, but he was always the one in control. It was more comfortable, safer, for him to be the aggressor. But this was different- this was Randy and he was unlike any lover Gale ever had. Being with Randy, living and working with him, had meant that he was always just minutes away from full-fledged arousal. Love, combined with a powerful sexual attraction, kept Gale intrigued with his partner almost constantly.

Randy’s breath brushed the back of his neck and his hands continued their slow migration down Gale’s back, massaging and tickling as they went.

“Do you remember when I asked you about your childhood last week? Nod if you remember.” Randy’s voice was right in Gale’s ear and he couldn’t suppress the shivers he felt race down his spine.

“Yes-“

But Randy’s loving stroke became a sharp pinch to his ass that made him wince, and the timber of his voice changed when he said, “You were told to nod only, Gale. I never said you could speak.”

Gale thought he understood the game, now, and he would play along if it made Randy happy. However, admitting to himself that he had already developed an almost painful erection was still somewhere in his future.

“I’ll repeat my question.” The warmth had returned to Randy’s voice. “Do you remember when I asked you about your childhood last week?”

Gale nodded obediently. Of course he remembered.

Randy’s hands were working their way down to the small of his back, now, moving toward his round bottom, and Gale tried to shift enough to push up into them. To his frustration, he found that his legs were spread so widely that movement from mid-torso down was nearly impossible. He could wiggle his toes and flex his ankles but he was evidently going to have to be content with that until Randy decided otherwise.

He turned his head on the mattress, testing the bonds at his wrists. They were snug, too, but he had a little more freedom there. He thought he could probably rise to his elbows if he tried, but he had a feeling that wasn’t in Randy’s plans, so he laid still, waiting to see what would happen next. His heart thudded heavily and as hard as he tried to regulate his breathing, the best he could manage were shallow gulps of air.

“Do you remember telling me about the baby sitter your parents hired for you and your brother and sister? Just nod if you remember.” Randy was speaking very slowly, his tone dripping with sensuality and smoldering excitement.

Randy’s question surprised Gale, but he did as he was told and nodded yes.

“You said she was pretty and always smelled nice. Do you remember?”

Gale nodded once more. He was starting to find the sound of Randy’s voice hypnotic.

“You said that she was very stern with you, though, when you and your siblings would give her a hard time. You said you specifically remember how sharply she would correct you when you were bad.” Randy was pressing his hands into Gale’s lower back now and tickling his fingertips across his sides.

Gale shuddered and wasn’t sure if it was the memories or Randy’s hands that caused it, but he began to feel a little floaty. He considered fighting the sensation, but it was kind of nice- he found himself liking it, and his dick loved it.

“You told me that she would spank your bare bottom if you misbehaved.” Randy stroked his hands over Gale’s ass, his thumbs parting Gale’s cheeks just enough to elicit a small moan from his partner. “Your eyes were shining when you told me that, Gale. You didn’t look disturbed by it at all. You were beautiful when you said it. Do you remember telling me?”

Gale was afraid he would begin to whimper so to cover his fear he simply nodded.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” Randy’s tongue dipped briefly into the hollow just above Gale’s ass. “You liked when she spanked you, her hand making contact with your bare bottom. I bet it gave our little ten year old Gale a hard on, too, didn’t it? Did you ever jerk off after she spanked you? Did you know why it excited you so much?”

Oh, fuck.

Suddenly he felt very vulnerable, exposed, and while he trusted and adored Randy, the place his lover was trying to take him to had been long buried and never saw the light of day. Without warning, what he assumed was a sex game became more and Gale wasn’t sure he was ready for it.

Those particular childhood memories had always made Gale burn with shame, though he never examined just why. Randy, however, had reached through the years and plucked the one correct explanation out of the fog of memory just by careful observation of his partner. Gale was impressed with Randy’s acumen but he wasn’t yet prepared to give him the answer he thought Randy wanted. Randy’s hands, however, his mouth, his voice, and remembering- all were rapidly short circuiting Gale’s defenses.

“Gale, tell me. You liked it. You can tell me that you did.” Randy lips brushed down the backs of Gale’s thighs, his tongue occasionally darting out to taste the flesh there. Gale couldn’t help it- he began to squirm.

“Randy-“ he was surprised that his voice had become a whisper and it sounded suspiciously desirous to his ears, not at all the firm denial he had intended.

“Her hand rising and falling on your bare bottom, Gale. She had such power over you, didn’t she? Her control of you excited you as much as her spankings, didn’t it?” Randy delivered a stinging, loud smack to Gale’s right cheek, causing him to jerk and cry out. The floaty sensation suddenly deepened and he found himself strangely glad that he was tethered to the bed because otherwise he might just drift away.

Trying to shake off that weird impression, he focused harder on Randy’s voice but the burning sensation in his bottom was fighting for his attention and making him want to grind his cock into the mattress. He resisted the urge, but he didn’t think he’d be able to do so for much longer. Whatever war his ego was waging with his baser desires, it was apparently losing.

Randy’s hand rose again and landed flatly on Gale’s left cheek with a cracking sound that reverberated off the walls and back to Gale’s ears. Gale yelped and another warm sting spread through his ass.

“I saw the expression on your face when you told me about it, Gale. She spanked you and you wanted her to, didn’t you?” God, how was Randy doing this to him? He felt like he was fucking him with words, fucking his head, his emotions- long, slow fucking that could take hours to culminate. “I bet you even misbehaved on purpose, didn’t you?”

No, he thought, fighting through the miasma in his mind, I never did. Never. Not for that. But the truth was, he couldn’t be sure that Randy wasn’t right. In fact, now his memories were joining the battle for his will, reminding him of moments, more than he could count, when he’d mouthed off, or been particularly bratty. For no other reason.

Still, he tried to shake his head in denial but all he could manage was an involuntary, breathy moan in response to Randy’s observation.

His determination to fight this monstrously growing desire had been reduced to a mere sliver. He rallied one last time to find his voice, trying to sound indignant and knowing he was utterly failing as he protested, “She never tied me down, though!”

“No, babe,” Randy’s smile was evident in his tone, “immobilizing you is MY fantasy.”

Oh my god.

Somewhere inside Gale, a door swung wide open.

End of Part 1