Uhhh. I was watching porn and this idea came to me so enjoy. This is so short and crappy I'm sorry.

"Travie, Sir," Patrick gasps as the dom presses the thick plug inside him and turns on the vibrations. It massages right against Patrick's prostate and he feels it throughout his entire body in a shimmer of jolts and waves of pleasure.

"I got you a new toy," Travie mumbles, securing his sub to the cuffs on the ceiling and watching him hang helplessly. His legs are tied to the floor by tight latex rope and his eyes are wide, blown with lust as they gaze at his Dom, "Have you ever played with a hitachi wand, Tricky?"

Patrick gasps softly as the darker man grabs the toy from a bag on the floor and loads it with a couple batteries.

"No, Sir," He whispers.

"Good," Travie replies, "Safewords are gonna be different today. Green to go, yellow means you need me to stop the vibrations soon, red means stop the vibrations, and mercy means end the scene. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," Patrick nods, eyes wide as the other begins rubbing his cock softly. He trails the precinct down the shaft and back up, eventually just pulling away altogether and holding Patrick so his head reaches over his shoulder and Travie's hand is right at his cock with the end of the wand just at his stomach.

He flips the switch, and it turns on.

Patrick shuts his eyes, focused on relaxing as his Dom trails the vibrations across his stomach, showing him how intense it is, letting him get used to it, before it continues down around his thighs, reaching around the sensitive skin and finally, down his shaft.

Patrick jerks, gasps in surprise as soon as Travie presses the wand to his head. It's overstimulating, overwhelming, it's too much for him and he can't take it, immediately screaming out "Red!" In a shrill voice.

Travie pulls away, chuckling in his sub's ear before licking the lobe gently, "You're such a dirty little boy, you loved that."

Patrick shivers because. Yeah. He fucking did. There's a string of precum connecting his cock to the floor and he's blushing a bright red.

"I'm putting it back on now, understood? At least three seconds this time."

"Yes, Sir," Patrick pants.

Travie presses it back on watching Patrick immediately stiffen up and cry—no—scream at the intensity. He tries to jerk away, but he can't go anywhere and there's no way in hell he could get anywhere. The Dom pulls away after an impossibly long amount of time and watches Patrick immediately sag in response, panting against Trav's shoulder and licking the soft skin.

"I wanna cum, Sir?"

"Go ahead," Travie replies, pressing the wand back to his tip and rubbing it over his slit. Patrick cries out again, sobbing and – goddamn if that's not hot, Travie has no idea what is.

"Oh fuck!"

He comes, hard in several white spurts. Across his stomach, across Travie's hand, and he wand. The Dom pulls away, turning off the plug as soon as he's done and wastes no time in uncuffing Patrick from the ceiling, catching him before he hits the ground.

"You did so amazing," Travie mumbles, "So proud of you."

"Thank you, Sir."