"It's time for you to receive my love Vinny~"

That was the last thing he remembered before everything went black.

He groaned as he opened his eyes, only to see pitch black again, indicating that he was blindfolded again. He felt... Marble underneath him? He felt that the ball gag was still occupying his mouth. He tried to move his limbs, but his wrists were cuffed in front of him, and when he tried to move one leg, the other would move as well. Spreader bar.

He moved his wrists towards himself and felt a chain tug on them. Great, now he was sure that he was stuck in that position.

He let out a scream when he felt something prod his anus. It pressed against the ring of it, dragging it down a bit to stretch it. He squirmed as it moved back up and inserted itself in him at a slow pace. Okay, it definitely doesn't feel like flesh, so he doesn't want it in him!!.... Wait no!!! He doesn't want flesh either!! He growled in frustration as he tried to straighten his thoughts out. What good would that do though, it's not like he could escape anyway. He shoulders slumped as he resolved to stop deceiving himself. Besides..... He could... Enjoy this... No one would know.... Besides, he was probably dreaming earlier.... Scott hates me... 

Thinking about Scott's distain for him made his heart ache. Why did he have to fall for someone who would only smile around him when he was ignoring him.... Or if he was dead... His eyes became damp, tears escaping from the sleeping mask and down his cheeks...

He soon got torn away from the train of thought when his prostate was hit, making him cum. Unlike what most people think, he doesn't have sex toys laying around his house. 

"Aww. You came already dear?~ What a shame.... Looks like I'll have to get you aroused again."

Vincent frantically shook his head, whimpers escaping from him. His mind was playing tricks on him again. It wasn't him, it wasn't-.... His ankles didn't feel cold steel anymore. A muffled Yelp came out of him when he was sat upright after his hands were un-cuffed. He squirmed again as his arms were tied up behind back once more in the same way as before. The sleeping mask was lifted up from his eyes, whom made contact with none other than Scott's eyes, causing Vincent's cheeks to turn a shade of magenta. He still squirmed though. So what if it was Scott, he didn't want to be on the bottom. He was.... Sensitive.... He dreaded colonoscopies not because of the pain, or whatever the reason for most men was.... It was because he couldn't stop moaning while it was done. This was more often than not embarrassing for him and awkward for the doctor preforming the exam.

He squeaked when he felt his neck come into contact with Scott's lips.