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Avi set the camera on the tripod, moving closer, crowding in as Asa rested the thicker sound at Zane’s tip. He laid there, trembling, muscles taut, waiting for the inevitable pressure.

“This one’s gonna hurt, baby,” Asa said simply.

Zane was too far gone to process it. He could only moan, lost in the static of sensation and devotion and overstimulated euphoria.

“Good,” he heard a voice say, followed by a near maniacal laugh.

Was that his laugh? Oh, God.

Asa slid the rod in slowly, watching intently as Zane’s body tried to buck away, even as he begged for more. “Oh, fuck. It feels… Oh, my God…it feels so… Don’t stop. Please, please, please.”

Felix threaded his fingers through Zane’s sweaty hair and pulled, guiding his attention up. “Look at me,” he murmured. “Breathe with me, baby. Your whole body is pumping with adrenaline right now. You have to calm down just a bit.”

Zane’s hands clawed at Felix, finding his wrists and gripping them tight, blunt nails digging deep enough to make him hiss.

The sound sank deeper.

Zane screamed a second time. High. Helpless. Not even a word, just the sound of someone completely possessed by pain-pleasure. His cock jerked and pulsed, twitching against the metal. His whole body vibrated like a plucked bow string.

“Still green?” Asa asked, calm as ever.

Zane could barely nod, so Felix answered for him. “Do what you want to him. His brain has left the building.”

Zane’s blood ran cold as Asa said, “Oh, good. Now, we can really play with him.”

Zane heard the buzz a moment before pleasure exploded behind his closed lids, another shrill shriek cutting through the soundproof room.

The second the vibrator met the sound, his cock jolted, a wild, involuntary twitch. The vibration turned the metal into a tuning fork, every pulse ricocheting off raw, exposed nerves inside him. He was shaking. Moaning. His eyes were rolling back. It wasn’t touch anymore. It was a fucking exorcism.

“Jesus, he looks possessed,” Avi said, voice filled with wonder. “His spine’s gonna snap.”

Zane could feel drool pouring from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his cheeks and pooling with the tears leaking from his eyes. He couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. It was like he’d ascended. The euphoria had him in a chokehold.

The moment the toy disappeared, Zane’s whole body collapsed like someone had cut the strings on a marionette doll. That was what he was…their doll. Their puppet. Their toy. Their plaything.

Three fingers fucked inside him without warning, but his body was too strung out to react.

Now, he really was a puppet. His giggle sounded like a gurgle.

“Fuck, feel how loose you are back here, Lois,” Asa taunted. “I bet I could fuck you with just about anything right now and you’d come so hard.”

Zane couldn’t answer. He choked on a desperate moan as a tongue dragged slowly up his shaft, teasing that notch just below the crown, before licking carefully around the base of the rod. Zane convulsed, eyes rolling back once more, another helpless sob catching in his throat.

The sound kept him stretched wide open while Avi’s mouth teased the rest, hot, wet, and merciless. It was like they worked in tandem. Asa’s fingers curled just right, punching the air from his lungs, while Avi’s tongue teased the rod in ways that sent tiny pulses of pleasure through him. If getting a blowjob was like sticking his tongue to a battery, this was like pressing his tongue to an electric fence. He wanted to scream, to beg, to come, but he was pinned in pleasure, body stolen and rewired.

“He tastes so fucking good,” Avi whispered, lips brushing the tip. “He’s leaking so much. Look at it…look at him.”

Felix leaned over Zane, brushing his hair back with delicate fingers. “You wanna come now, baby?”

“Please…” he said, like a prayer.

The fingers working at his prostate deepened their internal massage, pressing in deliberate circles that had him choking on every breath, the fullness inside growing exponentially. Asa’s hand returned to his cock, jerking with intent this time. Zane’s whole body jolted hard, like he’d been cardioverted, his eyes rolling behind closed lids as that euphoric feeling built within him. He’d never felt anything like it.

“I’m…I’m… I can’t stop it,” he babbled. “I have to come. I have to. Please…”

“Come for us, baby,” Asa coaxed.

Asa twisted the rod one final time, just a quarter turn, and Zane shattered. There was no other word for it. He fractured into a million pieces.