Anel wasn't known for denying any pleasure that he felt, and no matter how he tried to do so; to dismiss the rush of unfamiliar sensations centred upon his hips, his body betrayed him too well. Small moans continued to escape the large rubber ball as his body writhed upward into the fingers the stretched him so deliciously and he trembled clearly, his arousal aching between his legs.<br/><br/>He arched his head back as those sinfully talented lips trailed over his throat, exposing more flesh for the taking should it be desired. It was wrong, even Anel knew it and yet there was nothing he could do about it. Why had he let himself be bound in such an open way?<br/><br/>It was the first time he had ever cursed bondage... A negative morning all around.<br/><br/>He groaned loudly as Gareth moved to his nipple, back arching upward into the sensation with a deep shudder, the flesh hardening in response to the touch. Anel blinked quickly beneath the blindfold, raising his head slightly as the man spoke of it feeling too pleasurable, shaking his head quickly before he felt the wax suddenly pour onto his chest.<br/><br/>A loud cry echoed around the ball, the boy's body twitching and writhing frantically against the firm ropes as his length twitched in response to the burning pain. By this point, even his mind had lost something of its resistance and fell willingly to Gareth's wonderful and terrible touches. "Mmmn! Nngh...!" He whimpered through the gag, trying to speak; to tell him to move forward.<br/><br/>'Do something! Anything!'