Abbaddon felt the air practically sucked out of his lungs as Kane forced his arm behind his back and held him down. He struggled a bit, mostly for the fun, he didn't really want to break free of Kane. The thrall of his strength, his passion, his aggression was by far too enticing. He cried out indignantly as the first blow fell of his backside, the warmth of shame hitting his cheeks. However the jarring of the plug not so subtley reminded the angel of it's presense. He felt his toes curl up and bit his lips. Just what had he gotten himself into now?<br/><br/>Each blow left his ass a little more red, a little more sensitive. Kane was brutal, knowing Abbaddon could take it. The angel had a high pain tolerance and was made of pretty damn tough stuff. However each blow also wiggled the damnable plug he had put inside himself. Surely a torture device. He barely noticed when the underwear were taken, his full erection rubbing against his husband's muscular thighs. The roughness of it, the struggle, the stimulation to his ass and cock and the heady scent of his lover's arousal all combined to do him in. As Kane smacked his ass again Abbaddon came hard, crying the demon's name and squirting cum down his stocking covered thighs.<br/><br/>Embarassment crept through him as he lay across Kane's lap, panting, sweating, reddened ass in the air. Kane had managed to successfully bring Abbaddon down to his baser instincts, needs. The angel is a hot mess of desire for his taking. That sapphire gem practically winking at him from between his husband's cheeks.