Tom wouldn’t have bought it if he didn’t anticipate Gabe using it, would he?
The padded bench was a good start. Enough for some stunning visuals and it would put that pretty, pert ass of Tom’s on display for him. Cuffs. The sort of paddle that Gabe associated with ping-pong, except it was smooth on one side and pointy like a meat tenderizer on the other. A plug to keep Tom open for him. Hmm. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea; he could use his somewhat shorter refractory period for a bit of fun. Tom, being almost ten years older than Gabe, was sometimes good for two orgasms if Gabe pushed him, but he needed a good half-hour between them to recover. Gabe could almost always manage two, and only needed ten or fifteen minutes.
“All right,” Gabe said. “C’mere. Stand. Arms behind your neck. I wanna look at what’s mine.”