Paul seemed satisfied with his work, Gabriel's cock red at the tip and standing all alone between his legs, but he did not leave it alone for long.  The man positioned himself between Gabriel's thighs, and took him into his beautiful mouth.<br/><br/>The warmth was the first thing Gabriel felt; the second was Paul's teeth.  Gabriel gasped as Paul let them scrape along the sensitive skin, all the way down and back up, encompassing Gabriel in a sharp trap with no escape...  Not that Gabriel wanted to.  If there had been a way out, he would have ignored it in favor of staying caught.<br/><br/>Somewhere along some line-- biological, psychological, wherever-- Gabriel's mind had diverted from the usual paths for pain and pleasure.  It wasn't that he didn't feel softness, didn't notice the types of things that make most people ohhh and ahhhh in delight... They just didn't do the same for him.  They left him empty, left him unsatisfied.  But pain...  He could feel pain, could respond to being hurt: the blooms of heat, stinging his nerves, setting his heart pounding and his body to ecstasy.  Pain was orgasmic, and no one gave it to him better than Paul.<br/><br/>Every teasing nip, every cruel suck, every flick of Paul's tongue and rough scratch of his teeth made Gabriel's heart sing, the boy squirming and panting as he was mistreated.  He pulsed between Paul's lips, hot and stiff and so delicate in his mouth; all Paul had to do was bite down and he'd destroy Gabriel permanently.  It would make him shriek in bliss, a singular memory of the closest to heaven Gabriel would ever get, but then there would never be another moment quite like it...  So Gabriel would have to make do with imagining, with just enjoying the viciousness of Paul's affection and try not to come until Paul allowed.<br/><br/>A low moan left him, quivering in the air as much as he trembled beneath Paul's attentions, so caught up in the moment he could barely think.  Everything was so wonderful, so divine...  No one else had ever made him feel like this; only Paul.  Only Paul could reduce him to a shivering, mewling mess, could make him sob with joy and thank him for the honor of being abused by his hands.<br/><br/>Then he felt Paul grab the plug and<i>twist</i>-- and oh, oh, oh...  Gabriel gave a soft wail, a little cry as he tightened around the metal plug, and he gripped the bed harder as a tremor overcame him, cock throbbing harshly against Paul's tongue.<i>Do it again</i>, his eyes seemed to beg,<i>do it again and again...  </i>Do it until he's weeping.  Make his angel cry.