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His breaths are shallow and tight as the sound slides home. The last few centimeters, that last little bit, deeper and deeper and oh god so deep, until the ring at the end meets the tip of his cock. He holds himself so still he's almost shaking, barely hearing the conversation around him, gaze utterly locked on the hypnotic sight of his own cock, thick and strainingly full, with the metal ring seated against his slit proof of the intrusion so impossibly deep inside him.

"Oh," he whispers, choking quietly at that single stroke of Raegan's hand. It's so good, so much, that it's fraying the edges of his control. The desire to move is clawing up his throat, an urgent throb that he can no longer ignore the instant Rae moves the sound.

"FUCK!" His head throws back against the table, a cry torn loud and ragged from his throat. All that tension releases at once, the bow-string snapped as pleasure hits him like a freight train, hips bucking and body shuddering from raw need. Only those tight restraints hold him- when he tries to involuntarily thrash and buck his hips, all that happens is them lifting a bit, straining at the straps to rise into the torturous fall of that metal rod.

Corbin can only imagine what that must feel like, and he's curious, but not curious enough to volunteer his dick to get fucked by a metal rod. He chuckles, glancing down at Hawke and then over at Rae. "Yeah, sure. I mean yeah, um not for myself thanks."

But then he's going around the edge of the table, one hand on Hawke, just touching him as he bucks and strains against the restraints, that has to be intense. "Kinda crazy, ain't it?" He takes the little sound and strokes Hawke's cock a few more times, his grip a bit tight, watching the way his foreskin covers the head and then pulls back and he can feel it in his dick, which is just crazy to him. He slide the rod up until it's almost out, and then down until the full length is in Hawke's cock, giving it a little twist on the way back down. He holds his cock steady with his other hand, one thumb rubbing over where he can feel it through the skin.

Raegan watched Hawkes face, fascinated by the reaction. She knew men enjoyed it, if they were brave enough to get past the mental hurdle to do it. She had seen as much. But this close? There was a certain type of thrill she got out of that, that she wasn't ready to admit to herself.

Letting Corbin take the sound, and Hawkes cock into his own hands, she shifted and idly ran her nails up and down the lengths of Hawkes inner thighs, lulled by the little tremble of his muscles and Corbins fascination.

"I think so," she gave a slow nod and grinned softly, "I wonder who just up and decided one day, 'hey, lets put a rod in my cock and see what happens!'." Tipping her head, she dropped one hand further down and fondled his balls instead, "Gets right to the prostate..."

When Corbin takes him in hand, rubbing the place around the sound, fucking his cock in measured movements that are almost agony, the pleasure so intense he wants to cry. Every breath Garrett manages is heaving and shaky, his legs are trembling, his cheeks are flushed bright red. Then Rae starts to touch him, nails and hand and massaging his balls, and he lets out a desperate, wounded sound.

“Oh god,” he half-sobs, feeling himself dragged towards an edge he suddenly needs desperately. “Please, please.”

But he knows they won’t. He knows.

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