Gabriel was practically rapturous as Paul began to abuse him. He twisted and writhed, his whole body alight with movement, with wanting, with needing and having and yearning for more. More, more, more, Gabriel always wanted more. He didnt have to say it aloud, it was all in his gaze, in the lovely desperate ache of his voice.<br/><br/>Paul nearly laughed at Gabriel's blissful smile, just so grateful to have his dick pinched, his balls slapped, when any other person would recoil in sheer horror. The boy relished the pain as if it were pleasure, as if the two modes had been switched in his screwy little head. Paul loved it, adored the contrariness of Gabriel's character and how well it played to Paul's fantasies.<br/><br/>Paul settled himself between his angel's legs and proceeded to give him the world's toothiest blowjob. He was not shy in scrapping his teeth along Gabriel's shaft, brazenly nipping at the taut flesh in ways that would make anyone else flinch away, terrified if being bitten. He let the boy really feel it, deliberately threatening to break the skin between each harsh suck and forceful lick.<br/><br/>Below he took hold of the forgotten plug and gave it a good twist like a key on a windup toy. He would have the boy vibrating.