Page 73 of The Laughing Game

I nodded, licking my lips, eager to find out whatin for itmeant.

Vihaal’s lips curled in a half smile as he coated his gloved fingers with lube. With no preamble, he inserted his forefinger into Gideon’s anus up to the knuckle.

Gideon cried out, perhaps not prepared for the suddenness of the invasion. But as Vihaal pumped his finger and twisted his wrist, prodding Gideon from all angles, Gideon made desperate and ecstatic exclamations.

Vihaal met my gaze as he turned his hand the other way and probed Gideon roughly, then angled his wrist to access him better, making him mewl and gasp. He went back and forth between motions, as Gideon hung helpless before me, responding dramatically to it all. Gideon’s slim body contorted in his bindings, with the narrow harness straps emphasizing every curve as his muscles.

Vihaal reached around and gave Gideon’s cock a few hard pulls, eliciting a series of agonized gasps.

“Oh, Vihaal,” he panted. “Can I come? I think I might come…”

“Oh no, you certainly cannot,” Vihaal muttered, as if the very idea was ludicrous. “Why are you so close already? You finished about fifteen minutes ago.”

“I don’t know,” Gideon moaned. “It’s just, you know how much I like a good finger fucking. And with Angel watching… Oh fuck. I need to stop talking.”

“Yes, you’d better.”

Vihaal added a second finger and Gideon grunted, moving his knees further apart on the mattress in order to accommodate.

“Good boy. Open up for me. Let’s show Angel how many you can take, hmm?”

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. No. Vihaal…”

“Are you safewording?” Vihaal asked, pumping the two fingers in and out of Gideon in rough movements that caused Gideon to groan and pant and grimace.

“No!” Gideon assured. “But if you’re adding more, you’re going to have to go easier.”

Vihaal chuckled and withdrew his fingers from Gideon’s ass, walking away and discarding the nitrile glove.

Gideon watched him. “Wait. Where are you going?”

Vihaal glanced back at him. “If you don’t want my fingers, I’ll need to find something else to stick up there.” He winked. “Or maybe that was the plan all along.”

Gideon sighed and hung off the ropes as if he wanted a nap more than anything. But his whole body was flushed and his cock was still hard, with a bubble of moisture at the tip.

I wanted to taste it. I wanted to crawl over there and suck Gideon’s cock while he was bound this way. But I’d need permission and I didn’t know if I was prepared to ask for it.

Vihaal returned with something long and black in his hands. The sight of it caused a shiver of delight to go through me. I had no idea what it was, but I had a feeling it was going into Gideon somehow.

“See something you like?” he asked, tossing the rubber item on the bed beside Gideon, who saw it and made a desperate sound.

It was a smooth black piece of rubber or PVC with a pointy plug on each end, like a snake with a large head and a smaller tail, about four feet long.

“If you can wait a moment, Angel, I will ask you for some assistance.”

“Yes, Vihaal,” I said.

I watched as Vihaal squeezed lube onto the top of Gideon’s crack and smoothed it down between his cheeks.

“Spread your knees. Open up for me.”

Gideon leaned forward, giving the rope his weight as the metal frame creaked. He spread his thighs and pushed his ass out.

“Good boy.”

Vihaal teased the tip of the snake’s tail, which was the smaller of the two plugs, against Gideon’s opening.

I watched with fascination as Vihaal pushed it slowly into Gideon, who took deep breaths and groaned as it invaded him. Finally, the plug slipped in and disappeared, so that only the rubber body of the snake was visible, with the larger plug—the head—dangling at the end.

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