The dildo slipped out of Corey’s throat with a gush of spit and throat slime that clung to the blunt head, dripping to the ground in a single thick, frothy strand. He’d had another dry orgasm from throating the dildo stuck to the wall and fisting the one strapped around his waist.

When Marcus had introduced him to the toys, Corey had thought them little more than interesting novelties he might occasionally have fun with. Thanks to the new technique that he’d developed, however, they’d proved far more titillating than he would have ever imagined.

As he lay panting on his stomach on the floor, Corey craned his neck to look up at the dildo still firmly attached to the wall. His cock twitched in the confines of its filigree cage, having not once stopped straining against the bars from the moment that he started playing with the dildos early on in the evening.

Corey couldn’t even remember how long he’d been playing with the dildos. It must have been quite some time. He felt as if all his strength had deserted him, and he couldn’t even muster the willpower to push himself up off the floor.

It was funny. In the past, he’d have felt no small amount of guilt about wasting an evening in pointless indulgence. It wasn’t until Marcus that he realized that there was nothing wrong with enjoying the pleasures of his own body.

As a hero, Corey had been so conditioned to put the wellbeing of the citizens he’d sworn to protect over his own needs. He’d been one of the true believers, too. He’d worked himself to the bone to keep Selene City safe, unlike some others who were only in the business for the fame and—at least, to some extent—the fortune.

Corey didn’t carry that burden around his shoulders anymore. Failing to patrol the streets for a single night didn’t weigh on his conscience. The Hall had other heroes at its beck and call—be that on a volunteer basis, or contractually. The world wasn’t going to end in a single night.

All of which was to say that he didn’t feel particularly bad about spending the rest of his night playing with his new toys and exploring the novel application of his powers that he’d discovered. He had already known that he could puppeteer people with his lightning, but it had never occurred to him that he could simulate sensations with his powers until he’d tried using it on himself.

The applications were endless. If Corey weren’t so horny, his mind would have been awhirl with the possibilities. As it was, there was but a single overriding desire in his head: he wanted to ride the other dildo.

Corey was determined to do it, too. Being an esper had its perks, after all. He felt exhausted and drained, but he would recover soon enough, and once he did… Fuck. He licked his lips in anticipation.

Ever since his experience with Pollux and his clones, Corey had wondered if Pollux ever used his powers to play out masturbatory fantasies. He was fairly certain the answer was yes—it was hard to imagine Pollux of all people having reservations about that sort of thing.

What Corey had discovered about the dildos would allow him to find out what it would be like to fuck himself, and get fucked by himself at the same time. If he got it right, he was going to be able to simulate being in the middle of a Corey sandwich, except the would be the only Corey involved, and his actual cock would never be doing any penetration.

It raised an interesting philosophical conundrum. Under the effects of Corey’s powers, the dildo was capable of causing and receiving the same sensations as if Corey had not been caged and was using his real cock. Could it not be argued, then, that thanks to his powers, he had in a way recreated his cock outside of his body? Was there a meaningful distinction between the dildo and his caged cock while he was using his powers?

Corey shook his head and bit back a laugh. He couldn’t think of the practical applications of his new skill, but he had the capacity to ponder the philosophical implications of it?

The idea was patently absurd, but it was just like him. His mind sprinted at a hundred miles a minute when he left it to its own devices. It was part of the reason why he so enjoyed Marcus’ dominance. Sometimes, he could just let go—let someone else do the thinking for him.

Well, Corey had a secret weapon for situations like this, at least. It wasn’t as good as when Marcus said the words, but if he thought them hard enough—if he imagined Marcus saying the trigger to him—sometimes it worked.

Corey shivered as he pictured Marcus looking down at him with that those possessive, arrogant, self-assured blue eyes and moaned as he imagined a thumb stroking along his cheeks. “I can practically hear the gears turning in that pretty little head of yours, my little thundercloud… Why don’t you relax and be a good jockboy for me?” he imagined Marcus saying.

Just like that, the racket of thoughts whizzing through Corey’s head was silenced. His cock strained in its filigree cage as a pleasant haze of arousal, lust, and ignorance descended over his mind.

The tension in Corey melted away as he went limp, the only part of his body moving being his hips, which were grinding his caged cock against the floor. He moaned, the fog in his head making it all but impossible to think.

Not long after that, Corey got his strength back—and not a moment too soon, at that. He was so horny by then that it was driving him nuts, his mouth watering for another taste of the dildo suction-cupped to the wall just in front of him.

He scrambled to his hands and knees, and then leaned back to sit with his legs folded under him. With deft fingers, he made short work of the buckles on the strap-on harness. He hadn’t tightened the straps overmuch, but he still breathed a quiet sigh of relief when the tension was released.

Corey crept forward on his hands and lifted first one leg and the other to work the strap-on harness off of him. Once it was free, he grasped the rubber cock fastened to the front of the harness and brought it around to stare at it.

A fresh wave of arousal coursed through him as he handled the dildo. With his fingers wrapped tightly around the veiny shaft, he could feel all the electrodes and leads buried in the pliable silicone, and the mere thought of what they were capable of made his heart skip a beat.

Licking his lips, Corey set about freeing the dildo from its harness. Once he had, he leaned forward, bracing one elbow against the ground while arching his spine, spreading his legs, and pushing his ass into the air like the bitch that he was.

Corey dipped the head of the dildo between his ass cheeks, teasing himself by sliding the rubber cock up and down along the cleft of his ass. He couldn’t help but moan, his whole body tense with anticipation for what was to come.

Lightning surged inside him—perhaps more than he meant—but with a breath to temper his excitement, he managed to direct a more controlled current through the dildo. He felt his lightning race down the wires and through the electrodes, his cock twitching in its cage as he worked to establish the link.

By now, Corey had used the technique enough for his brain to start filling in the blanks for him. It took less time and effort to convince himself that the rubber cock in his hands was his real cock.

As Corey rubbed the blunt head over his hole, he couldn’t help but moan. The line between the fiction the dildo and its electrodes created and the reality of his caged cock had blurred so much that there was virtually nothing left to distinguish between the two experiences.

It was the ultimate torment, Corey realized. He got to experience the sensations of a dildo that would never get soft, and of the filigree cage clamped tight around his cock, thwarting any erection.

Neither cock could get him the release that his body so desperately craved. The first because it was made of rubber, and the second because he didn’t have permission. It was torture of the most exquisite sort, and every bit was self-inflicted.

Corey could only hike his hips higher into the air, spreading his legs and moaning like a cheap whore as he pushed the head of the dildo against his hole. He didn’t need much preparation since he was always ready to take cock and even the slightest pressure on his ring was enough to make his hole start to yield.

The novel part of the experience was feeling like it was his own cock pushing inside his ass. Corey couldn’t find the words to describe the sensation. He wasn’t sure those words even existed.

The feeling was transcendental. He moaned as he felt himself stretch around the head of the dildo. Except, it didn’t feel like a dildo. It felt like his cock, truly and genuinely.

Corey tossed his head back, pushing down on the base of the dildo to sink inch after inch of the thick rubber shaft into his own velvet heat. It was incredible. Indescribable.

Pleasure rushed through his veins as he moaned, with not an ounce of restraint or shame in his voice, while the dildo slid deeper and deeper into his guts. Soon enough, he’d buried it hilt deep, the rubber balls around the base of the dildo resting against his taint.

A quiet exhale shook through Corey’s whole body as he took a moment to adjust. He was tight. He could feel his inner walls bearing down on the dildo’s length—on his length. The sensation was strange and unfamiliar all at the same time. His head was spinning just trying to make sense of a situation that should have been, by all accounts, impossible.

Before long, the urge to keep going overtook any reservations he might have had. He wasn’t sure he was ready for what he was about to do, but it didn’t much matter when nearly every fiber of his being wanted him to ride the fat cock as if his life depended on it.

Grasping the base of the dildo tightly, Corey twisted his wrist somewhat and started to pull it out. His cock throbbed in the confines of its cage, drooling out a thick strand of pre-cum as he not only felt his dick scraping his insides but also his insides gripping tightly around his dick in an attempt to keep it buried inside him.

Corey chewed on his lower lip, squirming as he pulled the dildo out of his ass, leaving only the head inside. Fuck. He hadn’t expected it to get so intense. It well and truly felt like he was pulling his cock out of his own ass.

All the experience and practice he’d done so far must have finally tripped a switch in his brain, allowing it to do its biological magic to convince him that the dildo was his cock, his cock was the dildo, and therefore, he was fucking his own ass.

Hefting the dildo in his hands, Corey took a single shaky breath before pushing it in once again. He didn’t take it slow like when he was taking the dildo for the first time. He slid the dildo inside with the same speed and force that he would have used if he were fucking someone and by the gods, the pleasure of it was incredible.

Corey gasped and moaned, falling forward while his thighs wobbled and shook, his asshole clenching and unclenching around the base of the dildo once he’d pushed it all the way in. If the cage hadn’t been in the way, his cock would have been as stiff as a steel rod. As it was, it felt like his dick was trying to explode out through the metal of the cage.

Despite all that, it wasn’t enough. Corey needed more. He tightened his grasp on the base of the dildo and slowly, carefully, he worked it in and out of his asshole.

He stared with slow thrusts, barely an inch in either direction. It only made him itch for more. He quickly picked up the pace, moving more and more of the dildo with every thrust.

Corey bucked and wiggled his hips, both as if he were fucking someone who was pinned under him, and as if he were fucking his ass on the cock of someone behind him. It only made the sensations flowing through him more real and more confusing.

He moaned out loud, the rhythmic squelching of the dildo plunging into his hole starting to speed up. He couldn’t support himself on his elbow for very long, falling chest-first onto the floor, his face turned to the side, his pecs mushed against the ground.

Corey looked over his shoulder. He watched his stomach clench and unclench with every thrust, his caged cock dangling between his legs, straining like it had never strained before. As he worked and rolled his hips, his jiggling cage flung the pre-cum leaking out of him all over the place, making a mess of the floor under him.

It didn’t matter. Corey didn’t care. The pleasure was the only thing on his mind, and he wanted more. Needed more.

It didn’t take long before he was fucking himself with full-length strokes, his arm pumping the dildo inside his ass while he writhed from the sensation of his own cock plundering his hole. He mewled and moaned and whimpered, holding nothing back.

The pleasure was intense. Overwhelming. It consumed him in his entirety, leaving no space to think, to speak, and barely any to even breathe.

Corey was so absorbed by the pleasure pounding through his body every time he slammed the dildo hilt-deep inside his ass that he never remembered to breathe until his lungs were burning. He was starting to feel lightheaded, if he was being honest, and instead of making him concerned, it only made him hornier.

It was in that haze that an idea occurred to him. It was so simple and elegant it was a wonder he hadn’t thought of it before now. Of course, he wasn’t exactly in the right mind for inspiration, but nevertheless, the idea was there and he needed to make use of it.

Mustering what strength was left in him, Corey pushed himself up off the floor. He snatched the first dildo from where it was suction-cupped and held it in one hand while using his other hand to keep the other one buried in his ass.

Corey shuffled over on his knees to the space between his nightstand and the wall. There was just enough room in there—with a few inches to spare—for him to squeeze inside. It was perfect.

As soon as he was in place, Corey removed his hand from the base of the dildo buried inside him and slammed his hips against the nightstand. He didn’t do it lightly, either. There was enough force in that backward thrust that the lamp on top nearly toppled over.

Corey did manage to accomplish what he’d set out to do, however. Pressing his ass against the wood of the nightstand for a few moments more, when he pulled away, the dildo remained firmly stuck in place. He backed onto the dildo again, trying to leave enough space for what he had to do next.

With step one done, Corey turned his attention to the other dildo. He lined it up at what he thought would be a fairly comfortable height—erring on the side of caution—and pushed it against the wall until it stuck.

Even with his ass flush against the side of the nightstand, the dildo on the wall was still long enough to reach Corey. Since his face was in the way it deflected to the side, resting on his cheek. There simply wasn’t enough room between the nightstand and the wall, but that was exactly what Corey had been counting on.

The dildo on the wall wasn’t going to fit unless it, too, was inside Corey, and that was precisely the point. Corey caught the wall dildo in his mouth and swallowed it in one smooth motion, gurgling around the considerable girth of the rubber cock as it was firmly lodged in his gullet.

Even with the dildo attached to the nightstand balls-deep inside Corey, only three inches—or just about—of the dildo attached to the wall was able to stay out of Corey’s mouth. That length went down to just under an inch when Corey leaned forward and arched his spine. He was well and truly trapped between the two rubber cocks, and he couldn’t have been happier.

Electricity flowed through his body, feeding into both dildos as he connected both to his caged cock. He was nearly overcome as soon as he did it. The pleasure was intense. Incredible. It was a rush unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.

At the beginning of the night, Corey had thought the dildos would be nothing more than an electro-stim novelty he would enjoy for a bit before getting tired of them, but he could hardly get enough. He wanted more. He needed more.

Corey gurgled, mind-numbing pleasure pulsing through his body as he started to rock back and forth on his hands and knees. It wasn’t the same as having a man holding him by the hips and fucking him from behind while another man had him by the hair and was railing his face, but in some ways it was better.

After all, besides Castor and Pollux, there was hardly anyone else in the world that could say they were simultaneously fucking, getting fucked by, sucking, and getting sucked by themselves. The experience was unique and singular in its intensity, and it didn’t take long for Corey to completely come apart as he seesawed his body between both dildos.

Forward. Back. Forward. Back. Corey couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t have stopped even if he had wanted to. His body was moving on its own, chasing the pleasure that only seemed to increase with every buck and thrust, with every gulp and swallow.

Corey squirmed, impaled as he was between the two dildos. He gurgled, sputtered, and choked around the one buried in his throat. If it hadn’t been there, he would have been moaning like a whore instead, letting the whole estate, and probably every other domicile in a mile radius how good he felt fucking, sucking, getting fucked, and getting sucked by himself.

This was a pleasure unlike any other. It was sublime. Overwhelming. Overcoming. The more he rode those dildos, the less anything else mattered. The entire rest of the world faded away, leaving him with his dildos and nothing else.

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Marcus shifted somewhat, adjusting his position to the limited extent that he could for a little more comfort. He was in a precarious position and Bernard’s restraints had caused some aching, but not to the extent that it was unbearable. He wasn’t as young as he used to be, after all.

It was a rare thing for him to be so willingly vulnerable. Corey was one of the few people he occasionally showed his softer side to, and Bernard was one of only a handful who had ever had him at their mercy. Granted, it was an open question if any of those people had ever truly had him at their mercy.

Marcus far preferred to top, but he was a man of discerning tastes. He’d always thought it something of a waste not to be familiar with the pleasure of the other side of the equation. While it had been some time since he last permitted anyone—or for that matter, anything—top him, getting fucked was something he enjoyed well enough.

“What was that?” said Marcus with a wry little smile.

Bernard stifled a whimper. “I-I want to continue our arrangement, Master… P-please continue teaching me!”

“That’s a good boy,” said Marcus, baring his teeth in a wolfish grin. Yes, while he might have been the one restrained, blindfolded, collared, and completely vulnerable, he remained well in control of the situation. He had read Bernard well, though that was hardly a surprise considering his gift of insight.

“W-what should I do now, Master?” said Bernard almost breathlessly. “S-should I let you go?”

Marcus laughed. He shook his head. “Did I tell you to do that, boy?” he said.

“N-no, Master.”

“Don’t you think it was a silly little question, then?” said Marcus with a grin. “No, no. It’s really rather simple what I want you to do next, Bernard. Fuck me.”

Bernard’s gulp was audible. “F-fuck you, Master?” he stammered, and Marcus could just about picture the pretty pink blush that must have spread across Bernard’s cheeks at that.

“Yes,” said Marcus. “I’d assume you’re familiar with the mechanics, yes? If not from personal experience, then surely from videos and animations.”

“I-I guess…”

“Then you know what to do,” said Marcus with a laugh. “Use your fingers, your cock, anything you like. Indulge yourself. This is a rare opportunity you have. There is just one condition: you must make me come.”

There was silence for a moment, followed by the light, tentative touch of fingertips on Marcus’ exposed ass. “Y-yes, Master,” came the choked response before Bernard withdrew his hand and walked away.

Marcus heard the boy rummaging. For lube, he imagined, though he had no way of being certain. His powers were still being dampened, after all, so he could do naught but wait.

The familiar click of a pop-cap vindicated Marcus’ guess, and moments later, he felt something slick and cold being drizzled into his crack. His hole twitched as the lube dripped over it, sending a frisson of pleasure through his body.

Bernard dipped two fingers into Marcus’ crack, massaging the slick lube into the area around Marcus’ hole. He was rubbing his fingers gingerly around Marcus’ rim, his touch light and delicate.

It felt good—Marcus couldn’t contest that—but Bernard was teasing him at best. “I’m not made of glass,” he said in a low voice. “I won’t break just because you’re a bit rough.”

“O-oh. Y-yes, Master.” Bernard might have been timid, but he knew how to follow directions well. Once he had permission, he didn’t hesitate, pushing his fingers against Marcus’ entrance in a far more satisfying way than before.

Marcus groaned his appreciation. He could feel himself loosening up, his asshole relaxing under the warmth of Bernard’s fingers and the stimulation of their touch. Yes, this was a sensation he hadn’t enjoyed in a while, and he meant to savor it, now that he had the chance.

Bernard’s fingers pressed into the center of his ring and Marcus felt himself open up. His hole yielded with little resistance, though he still sucked in a sharp breath from the faint burn as he felt his hole stretch around the pair of fingers that were pushing inside him.

The pain was temporary—passing. Marcus had always found that bottoming was like riding the bike. Even if he needed to take it slow and relearn some things after not doing it for a while, his body quickly remembered and adapted.

Sure enough, the pain soon gave way to pleasure. Marcus groaned as he felt his insides spread open around Bernard’s fingers, especially as Bernard moved them back and forth, twisting his wrist with every push and pull.

Marcus’ cock slowly rose to its full hardness as Bernard worked his hole over. He held nothing back, moaning and trying to spread his legs wider despite the spreader bar as Bernard added a third finger.

“D-does this feel good for you, Master?” said Bernard as he continued to saw all three fingers in and out of Marcus’ hole.

“Yes,” Marcus groaned, tilting his head back to the extent that his restraints would allow as Bernard moved his fingers apart to stretch him even wider. For someone with allegedly little experience in these sorts of matters, Bernard was doing quite well.

Marcus’ entire body tensed as Bernard’s fingers curled inside him. He could feel the boy searching, feeling around. Bernard was a bit off, but he would soon find his mark, especially if he kept going in the same dire—“NNGH!” Marcus moaned, every muscle in his body locking up as Bernard’s fingertips rubbed that spot inside of him.

His legs twitched as a bead of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock and trickled down along the underside. That one single touch had sent such an intense bolt of pleasure through him that it reminded him of that one time that Corey had accidentally shocked him while eating him out.

Bernard, to his credit, seemed to know exactly what he had just done. He asked no questions, instead just curling his fingers once again to press Marcus’ button.

If not for the chain connecting Marcus’ collar to the spreader bar between his legs, they’d have kicked out. Fuck. It had been so long he’d almost forgotten how good it felt to have his prostate played with—he would just have to make more time in the future to indulge this side of him.

“Keep going,” Marcus panted, moaning as Bernard did exactly what he was told. For what must have been less than a handful of minutes, Bernard played with Marcus’ prostate while also finger-fucking his hole, ensuring that he remained stretched, soft, and yielding for what was to come next.

“A-are you ready, Master?” Bernard murmured as he pulled his fingers out.

Marcus’ cock twitched, leaking a fresh trickle of pre-cum down his shaft. “What do you think, boy?” he said, his voice perhaps a shade more strained than he had intended.

“I-I think you are, Master,” said Bernard. He pulled his fingers out of Marcus with a wet squelch, which left Marcus’ hole slightly gaped and twitching in the cool air.

The emptiness was frustrating. Marcus wanted those fingers back and more besides. He hadn’t been properly fucked in ages and he had a feeling that Bernard might just scratch the itch.

Bernard was silent for a moment, but Marcus soon discovered why. He felt smooth metal tendrils wrap around his legs and ass. They were long and narrow, and he was pretty sure there were four in total. One wrapped around his waist to secure the other three, two of which followed the contours of his groin while the third snaked under him and up along the crack of his ass.

All three narrow tendrils slid into Marcus’ hole, eased in by the lube that Bernard had so helpfully worked deep inside him. Instead of pushing even deeper inside Marcus, however, all three tendrils hooked against his rim and started to stretch him out.

Marcus gasped, his spine arching off the couch as his asshole was forcefully gaped wide open. He hadn’t expected this out of Bernard, but he wasn’t complaining. He was a kinkster, at heart, after all, and Bernard innovating with his powers in this way excited him.

With his hole stretched open, and his limbs fully restrained, there was hardly anything Marcus could do as Bernard lined up with him and pushed inside—not that he had wanted to stop the boy, in any case. “Fuck,” he groaned audibly, a shiver running down the length of his body as he took a hot, hard cock for the first time in a good long while.

Bernard had things of his own to say, a low groan spilling out of him as he bottomed out inside Marcus. “O-oh Gods, Master, I can f-feel you squeezing me so tightly.”

“Keep going,” Marcus urged. He couldn’t even clench around Bernard, not when the three metal tendrils were holding his hole open. It was a novel experience for him, and one that he was very much enjoying.

Bernard didn’t need further encouragement as he promptly started to move his hips. He moaned openly, too, picking up the pace as he grabbed Marcus by the hips.

It was almost too fast, considering it had been a while for Marcus, but he could hardly fault Bernard’s enthusiasm. A tight hole was a tight hole, after all, even when it was his own, and by all accounts, he’d left his few tops satisfied by the time he was done with them.

Bernard’s steady rhythm soon began to falter. “M-Master…” he whined.

Marcus suppressed a chuckle. He should have known that a relatively inexperienced young man wouldn’t be able to last, but Bernard’s wavering thrusts proved an opportunity to see just how deep his control over the boy now ran. “I’m not even close,” he said, his voice low. “Don’t you dare come before I do.”

“M-Master, please… I-I don’t know how I can…” Bernard whined, a thread of even greater urgency than before managing to slip into his voice as his fingers dug into the meat of Marcus’ hips.

Bernard’s thighs were trembling. Marcus could feel it with every thrust. But he wasn’t inclined to mercy—not when he was the one supposed to be powerless in this situation.

“Figure it out,” said Marcus, his tone matter-of-fact. “If you can’t see yourself holding out long enough to bring me to my orgasm before yours, then find a way to bring me to mine faster.”

Marcus genuinely had no idea how Bernard might accomplish such a task, but in the end, it didn’t matter whether he did. The attempt was what mattered—if he tried at all, it meant that Marcus’ control over the boy was near absolute. After all, it meant that Bernard chose to follow his orders over the biological compulsion to seek release.

Unsurprisingly, Bernard turned to his powers. Most espers did, in Marcus’ experience. The interesting part was in how Bernard intended to use those powers, as that tended to be quite revealing.

Soon enough, Marcus felt a pair of thicker, rounder metal tendrils slithering over the skin of his legs. They were about as girthy as Bernard’s cock, and smoothly tapered at the tip.

Marcus felt a shiver run down his spine. It didn’t take a genius to predict where Bernard was going with this. It was a bold move, and one that made him feel just the slightest twinge of trepidation.

Three cocks at once were a lot, even if the other two were just metallic tendrils. It wasn’t a bad strategy, though. Bernard wasn’t so well endowed that he was hitting Marcus’ prostate with every thrust. Three cocks made that all but certain.

Marcus just wasn’t sure if three would fit inside him. Being an esper had its perks—including being somewhat stretchier in that regard than most regular people—but it was still three cocks at once and it had been a long time since he’d taken anything quite so substantial.

He was hardly the kind to turn down a challenge, though. He focused on his breathing, willing himself to relax as the two tendrils started to poke at his hole. Between the lube and the other narrower tendrils holding him open, the tapered tips quickly found their chance to slip in.

Marcus groaned as the two thicker tendrils pushed their way in. It burned, at first, as the extra girth stretched him out, but he gritted his teeth through it.

His cock may have softened somewhat, but the moment that pain turned to pleasure, it didn’t take much more than a heartbeat for his cock to rise back to full hardness. Bernard might have been inexperienced, but he had good instincts. Instead of all three cocks thrusting in at once, he offset their rhythm so that only one was pushing inside Marcus at any given time.

The metal tendrils also had another benefit: they might have been cold at first but they very quickly warmed up to a much more pleasant temperature. Not only that, but Bernard could angle them much more effectively than his flesh-and-blood cock.

The result went about as well as Marcus had hoped. It took Bernard a bit of searching, poking, and prodding—the process of which Marcus had had no problem letting Bernard know he’d enjoyed—but soon Marcus was getting his prostate rammed with every thrust.

It was just what Marcus needed. He moaned, unable to muster words through incredible pleasure pounding through his body. His cock was as hard as it had ever been, bobbing between his legs as Bernard’s thrusts grew more and more haggard.

Soon enough, tension coiled in the pit of Marcus’ stomach. The three cocks pumping inside him felt so good his own hips were moving to meet their thrusts—to the extent that his restraints permitted, in any case.

Panting and groaning, Marcus managed to say, “I’m getting close, boy.” He paused for a moment to let out a low groan, his cock twitching as it leaked a fresh glob of pre-cum from the tip. “You had better be ready.”

“I-I’m ready, Master,” Bernard panted, his faltering rhythm transitioning to a burst of quick, forceful, staccato thrusts that went right into Marcus’ button.

It was enough. Marcus hit the edge and spilled over as all three cocks pummeled his prostate. His cock pulsed and swelled, his toes curling with pleasure. “Agh, fuck!” he moaned as his balls pulled up tight against his body, the load surging up his balls and out his cock in thick, long ropes that sailed clean over his head for the first few shots.

Bernard came too, almost the same instant that Marcus did. With the metal tendrils in the way, Marcus couldn’t clamp down and milk the boy’s cock like he wanted to, but it wasn’t necessary. Bernard must have been so overstimulated, hanging on by the thinnest of threads that as soon as Marcus’ orgasm hit, the only thing he could do was slam his hips into Marcus’ ass and groan.

Marcus felt Bernard’s load flood his guts. There was so much that he could feel some of it back up and dribble out of his gaped-open hole. It was impressive just how much Bernard had managed to come.

A distinct sense of satisfaction settled into Marcus as he came down from his climax. He had forgotten just how intense anal orgasms could be—not to mention how hot it was to get bred right after.

All the more reason to indulge in this way more often, Marcus couldn’t help but think to himself. Perhaps not soon, as the coming days and weeks were bound to prove inopportune, but when everything was said and done and victory had been secured, for certain.

“Well done, Bernard,” Marcus cooed after a few minutes. Bernard and all the metal tendrils he’d commanded into Marcus’ ass remained buried inside Marcus but it was hardly an inconvenience.

“T-thank you, Master,” Bernard murmured. While the blindfold made sure Marcus couldn’t see, he didn’t need his eyes to know that Bernard was likely blushing bright red at the compliment.

“You certainly know how to use what you’ve got,” said Marcus with a laugh. “Not only are you masterful, you’ve proven yourself remarkably creative in the use of your abilities. That’s a rare thing, and certainly a welcome attribute in the newest addition to my collection.”

“T-thank you, Master,” said Bernard. His voice, this time, was just the slightest bit higher than before. It was adorable. Marcus could practically see the boy squirming at the effusive praise.

“Now that all that is taken care of, you may release me from my restraints,” said Marcus.

“O-of course, Master,” said Bernard.