Chapter 31

The plug was curved slightly but not terribly thick; two fingers was enough to ease it in. Tom got it nestled in Gabe’s ass and wiggled it a little to make sure it was situated nicely against his prostate, then turned it on without any warning.

Gabe all but screamed, gasping as the vibrations hit him. He squirmed, hips pushing up as if he was trying to escape, legs opening and then squeezing together. “Oh, God, oh my Christ…” He rolled over, ass clenching. His hands went over his head, as if protecting himself, and he spewed out a number of curses, pleading, swearing, “evil, you’re evil, oh, my fucking Christ…Tom…”

“I know, babycakes, I know,” Tom said. He slid his hand over Gabe’s flank, soothing, then reached around to lightly stroke Gabe’s cock again. “But you love it.”