Rylan tossed and turned. The plug up his ass kept him half hard, the c**k cage kept him from any relief and his d**k felt like a hot poker between his legs. He’d doze, roll over, the plug would move and he’d get little electric shocks that went straight to his c**k. Finally, when sunlight peeked through the window, Rylan got up and went to the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror and turned to look at his ass, running one hand over the pink skin, and shivered. The black leather of the belt made his reddened skin stand out.
Celebration on Ice had a matinee in the late morning, but Rylan would still have to show up for rehearsal in the afternoon.
“Like that look?” Brett’s deep voice made Rylan jump. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” He set the pump-bottle of lube on a shelf in the
