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“You just keep misbehaving, Lois,” Asa chided. “Maybe Avi can provide a distraction so you can remember to keep your mouth shut.”

“I’d love to,” Avi said, his tone making Zane shiver.

He twitched as Avi slipped a hand between his open legs, one fingertip stroking over his balls. Another hitched breath, another broken gasp. It felt otherworldly. Just the barest stroke of Avi’s finger lit up Zane’s insides. He cried out loudly, not quite a scream, but close. Not from pain, but from…something else. This sharp pleasure he couldn’t name. His body wasn’t his anymore. He was heat, nerve endings, a conduit for control. Asa really was his God.

Avi’s hand traveled up his thigh. “Can I?”

Zane didn’t answer. Avi wasn’t talking to him. He was talking to Asa. In this room, he belonged to his husband. He made the rules. He made the decisions. He did Zane’s thinking for him. Zane existed solely for his pleasure. His to use, his to fuck, his to give away to whoever he pleased. Luckily, that only consisted of the two other men in the room.

“Be gentle,” his husband said, making Zane’s heart flutter behind his ribs.

It was the only warning he got before a slick finger probed at his rim. A low sound he didn’t even recognize filled the room as Avi’s thick finger slipped inside him, slowly working in and out, almost like he was experimenting.

“Fuck, he’s even twitching on the inside,” Avi said, sounding awestruck.

Zane felt like he was out of his body, like he was floating on the ceiling. Every nerve was being strung taut between two points, invaded and filled from opposite ends. No matter which way he moved, his body was in flames. It was like choosing between fire or lightning.

“Jesus, look at him. It’s like he’s in a fucking trance,” he heard Avi say from somewhere far away.

Zane barely noticed when Avi slipped free, but the sensation returned tenfold when he pressed back in with two fingers. Zane wanted to do something, say something. He could hear himself panting, could hear the pathetic sounds pouring from his lips every time Avi fucked into him, but no words would come.

He didn’t have permission to speak anyway.

“What happens when I do this?” Avi asked.

Zane’s whole body jolted, a sharp scream leaving him as Avi’s fingers found his prostate, massaging it in agonizingly slow circles. With the sound seated inside and fingers pressing insistently against his prostate, he couldn’t tell if he was spiraling toward orgasm or implosion. Every thrust sent sparks racing up his spine.

Another low moan escaped when a hand closed around his oversensitive cock, jerking him at a glacial pace, fist not tight enough to give any friction at all. Still, each stroke had his eyes rolling back with pleasure, his body jerking like there were strings tied to his limbs. Strings controlled by only the twins.

“Feel good, Zaney?” Avi’s voice was quiet, but there was a sharp edge to it that let Zane know that, just this once, his brother-in-law’s fascination with torture had overwhelmed his own masochistic tendencies.

Zane wanted to answer, but he couldn’t. His words clotted in his throat until it felt like he might choke on them. Overwhelming pleasure and sharp pain had him floating a thousand miles above ground where the oxygen was thin, making his head spin.

When the hand around his cock disappeared, he sobbed.

“Shh, baby,” Felix crooned. “We’ve got you.”

“I want to taste him like this,” Avi said, breathless. “Can I?”

“Not yet,” Asa replied. “I want him to work for it.”

Zane broke then, unable to hold back his cries. How was everyone else so calm about this? How did Asa not see that Zane was floating away, completely untethered, heading into outer space?

“Color?” Felix asked softly, pressing two fingers to Zane’s throat. “His heart rate is so high.”

Zane found Felix’s face. He must look a mess, slack-jawed, pupils blown, eyes wild. It took him three attempts to speak. “Green,” he slurred. “I’m so green I could die.”

Felix smiled at him, but it slipped away as he looked at Asa. “I don’t know if he can take much more.”

“‘M fine,” he promised.

“Last one,” Asa said. “And this time, you get to finish. Okay, baby?”

Another sob left him. It was all he had left. This time, he didn’t even flinch when the sound slipped from him. The fourth was nearly twice the width of the first. Thicker. Heavier. Impossible not to feel. Asa held it up, letting the light glint off the metal. His voice stayed low and reverent. “Ready to have your mind blown, Lois?”

Zane nodded so fast he made himself dizzy. “Yes, yes, please…”

Felix gently shifted beneath him. Zane looked down at himself. His cock stood rigid, angry-red and leaking like he’d already come, even though he definitely hadn’t.