Gabe moaned when he felt the hot rush of the other man’s release inside of him, whimpering as the plug was pushed back into his twitching hole. God this was perfect. He felt used and abused, hurt, amazing. Bleary blue eyes, misted with tears, looked up at the man as he pushed a cool glass of water to his lips. He slurped thirstily at it, shoulders aching with every move he made. “Thank you, Master,” he said softly, once he had drunk his fill. “Was… Was I good for you?” he asked in a small voice.
Patrick stroked his fingers through Gabe’s hair as he helped the boy drink. “Careful little thing.” he said, stepping back to watch the boy lie back down. “Very good.” he purred, “But I’m not done with you yet.” he smiled, pulling a thin tube from his pocket and pouring the cream onto his fingertips. “This will sting, but then it will be numb.” he said, tracing his fingertips along the cuts, letting the clear thick ointment seep into the wounds. “Lie still.” he murmured softly. “When I’m done with this, we’ll see how your ass is feeling.”
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