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Felix kissed his forehead.

Asa pressed. Gently. The metal rod met natural resistance at the slit, then dipped inward with the smallest inhale from Zane. He whimpered, more shocked than pained.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. He was doing it. They were doing it. Oh, fuck.

“That’s it, baby.” Asa’s hand didn’t tremble, steady as a fucking surgeon. “Keep still.”

Was he moving? He hadn’t thought so. But why else would Asa say that? Maybe he had moved. It felt like his body wasn’t his anymore.

Felix threaded his hand into Zane’s hair and held it gently but firmly. “Focus on my voice. Just let it happen. Fuck, it’s so hot.”

Zane gasped as the sound slid deeper, cock jerking against the invasion, half from horror, half from bliss. His belly rose and fell rapidly, the internal stretch, the pressure, the…wrongness of it making his head spin. It was like being split open from the inside, but slowly, like the first time Asa had fucked him without prep. There was just something about being violated against his will that made Zane’s whole body throb with pleasure.

Avi stepped closer with the camera. Zane finally dared to look down, eyes going wide as he took in the sound penetrating him in the most intimate way imaginable. Avi zoomed in on the bead of pre-cum gleaming around the metal rod like a halo. It was so weird. Like his brain and his body had been cleaved in two, Zane taking in the scene with a weird level of dissociation.

He’d thought it was buried inside him, had imagined he’d only see the ring at the top. But more than half the rod was still visible. It burned. Itched. The only thing Zane could liken it to was when he’d gotten his nipples pierced and his body had tried to reject them. The sharpness, the shock of pain any time someone had even breathed on them. This was like that on steroids.

Noah had called it the most perfect invasion. That was exactly what it felt like. Flames seared him from the inside, but in a way that tickled the pleasure centers of his brain, like poking at a sore tooth with your tongue or pressing deep into a bruise. He was letting Asa violate him in the most intimate way he could imagine.

The rod slipped a tiny bit deeper, stealing his breath, his gaze snapping to Asa as pain zipped through him. He could feel his heart beating in his dick.

“Fuck,” Zane gasped. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Asa paused, blinking at him with a near reptilian coldness. “Color.”

“Green,” Zane said, head swimming deliciously. “Bright fucking green.”

Felix continued to soothe him. “You look so pretty like this. All full and trembling. I love how messy you get when you feel good. You’re already leaking all over the place.”

Zane whimpered, pressing into Felix’s touch. If Asa or Avi had said it, it would sound like a taunt, but Felix said it with a reverence that made Zane desperate to do well, to obey, to earn their praise.

His mouth fell open, shoulders coming off the table as Asa rotated the sound slightly, just enough to stimulate the urethral walls. The moan that escaped came from deep within, dragged from him with the barest touch. Asa tilted his head, the sadist in him unable to resist doing it again.

Zane’s hips tried to buck upwards, but the leather strap held him in place. Felix pressed his palms to Zane’s chest, gliding wetly across his skin, thumbs brushing his piercings. He was sweating so much. Felix’s clothes must be drenched. He could feel the perspiration running from his temples onto the leather table below.

“He’s drooling,” Avi observed, voice a low rasp. He dabbed at the corner of Zane’s mouth with his thumb. “That means it’s working, right?”

Asa smirked. “That means he’s ready for the next size.”

Zane’s head snapped back, eyes wild. “Yes…yes, please…oh, God.”

Zane flinched as Asa slipped the metal free, then yelped as someone’s palm cracked across his inner thigh. Zane jerked his head to Asa, eyes wide, a tiny whine escaping.

“I said no talking, Lois. Don’t start misbehaving now.”

Tears pooled in his eyes. “Sorry,” was all he could manage.

The second sound was thicker. Zane’s breaths escaped in rabid pants as Asa settled the next rod against his slit. His husband moved slow, steady, not cruel but…deliberate. He was always so controlled, every movement calculated, every eventuality accounted for. Zane whined, squirming as the new sound breached him. His thighs trembled, his toes curling as he fought the urge to buck up into the sensation. Felix kissed the tears leaking from the corner of his eyes.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Avi whispered. “Does it feel good, Zaney?”

“Don’t get him in trouble,” Felix chastised. “We can debrief when we’re done.” He kissed Zane’s temple. “You’re doing so well. Our pretty little toy.”

Zane whimpered as the new sound slipped deeper. The pain wasn’t sharp—it was pressure, fullness, a raw heat that felt like a wire strung between his cock and his throat. He could feel every inch of it. Deep. Unforgiving. Rapturous.

When Asa tapped the sound gently—just once—Zane moaned again, the sound long and broken. His cock leaked copiously, dripping down Asa’s wrist, slicking the next sound.

“Need to come…fuck, please, I—” Zane’s voice didn’t even sound like his own.