Suddenly, the claws unlatched one by one from Tom’s wrists and ankles, releasing his arms and legs from the rigid X …

As soon as his limbs were loose, he rolled onto his side and shoved himself up to a seated position, his gaze darting to the closed door opposite like a cornered animal - but before he could get far, a coil darted towards him with the speed of a shark …

Woooooooooooosssssh!

Tom, acting on pure reflex, lunged for it and caught it in both hands - SNATCH! - a rare moment where he was the one doing the grabbing …

“—Gotcha!—”, Tom clenched his teeth into a determined grin as the cold steel in his grasp felt strong and hard to contain - it went still for a second, then it pulsed, twisting around his wrist like a reptile grabbed by a snake handler, yanking his arm high above his head until his shoulder strained, “—Balls!—”

“—And here I was,” T.K purred, “Thinking you were about to commit to us …”

Tom used his other hand to grip at the coil to try and pull it down, his armpit entirely open, “I can’t help it, mate! You’re … Kinda scary!”

A chuckle - digital and distorted - rolled through the air, “Scary… And yet you’re always so naked around me …”

Before Tom could answer, the coil let go of his wrist, jumped down the mattress and looped around his right ankle, “—Oi!—”, with a sudden tug, he was dragged down the length of the bed, his back flattening against the mattress, his body sliding over the damp sheets, “—Wheh-heey!—”

“—See! Isn’t this FUN, Tom! A brief example of what our future could be like!—”, T.K’s tone shifted into something unnervingly soft, almost romantic, “—Us playing around on the bed together, wrestling our romance on a Sunday morning …” two coils snaked around both of Tom’s ankles now, locking them together and lifting them just enough so that the soles of his feet faced the hovering talon above, “… Me, exploiting all of your weaknesses …” T.K warned as the metal talon unfolded, revealing not a bristle this time, but a single white feather …

Tom began to reach forwards, breathlessly giggling as he attempted to fight this mechanical monster, “—We should’ve set some boundaries, mate!—” his knees bent, he shuffled closer, his hands grabbing at the steel bondage curled tight around his ankles, “—You’re enjoying this way too much!—”

The feather touched down, sweeping in a slow, deliberate flutter from heel to arch - Tom’s body jolted instantly, a sharp laugh bursting out of him as his free hands continued to shoot down toward his feet.

“Give me those! …” T.K cooed, the fourth coil looping around his wrists, pinning them above his head as his back fell against the mattress - now once again at T.K’s mercy, Tom’s chest heaved as the feather traced upward toward his toes, curling into the spaces between them, teasing each gap - he kicked against the coils, but it only made the feather’s movements more unpredictable, skimming, pausing, then sliding along his other sole in a mirrored stroke, “It’s like we’re boyfriends! Having fun on a Tuesday evening after dinner, both horny for the truth but keen to play before we get serious!—”

Tom’s hips and waist bounced over the bedding as his laughter broke into frantic bursts, “—OI! Ssttop AGH! Nnn, enough with the TOES mate!—”, the sound of delight mixing with his groans of frustration as T.K slid him up the bed again, then back down, then back up, never letting the feather leave his curled up feet, “—Christ, keep me still at least!—”, it was a slow, dizzying game - T.K pulling Tom into different positions as if arranging a partner, always keeping him free enough to squirm and kick, but never free enough to fight back, until the urge to comply became too overwhelming …

Suddenly, Tom was wrenched upward, spun mid-air in T.K’s grip, and slammed back down onto the dusty bed, the claws letting go as they allowed him to land on his front …

“—UHFF!—”, before he could push himself up, the claws rearranged themselves, one closing back over his wrists - clank! - it wrenched his arms back hard and locked them together at the base of his spine, “—OI!—”, Tom twisted and kicked his feet, but T.K’s grip didn’t falter …

“Do you trust me, Tom?”

Tom’s chest pressed into the bed, his head turning to the side, catching the faint hum of the large black orb from behind - his own pulse hammered in his throat - he needed to know the truth, and he knew how far he was willing to go to get it, “ I … I trust you—” he winced as a flashing red laser beeped over his face … boop … boop … boop … “—I, I think?—”

“—Truth detected …”

Tom’s arms fell to his sides as the steel talon let them go, only to then join the other three coils and talons in repositioning him - clank! clank! clank! clank! - they snatched hold of each wrist and ankle and stretched his body outward, pinning him in a new punishing X, face down this time, arms and legs held taut at the bed’s four corners, “—Grrn! Ahhh! God!—” the stretch drew every tendon into sharp relief, the muscles in his back tightening, his chest pulling against the mattress, “—T.K, STOP! You’re gonna rip me in half!—”

From behind the black orb, a fifth metallic coil and claw-like talon curled into view, where it snaked through the air and arrived at the foot of the bed …

“—Oh, Tom! I’m really not into bloodshed! Now, let’s see what’s mine to savour…” T.K’s voice trembled with excitement - his feet were first — the claws holding his ankles adjusted to spread them just enough for each toe to flex and splay, by hooking each of Tom’s feet over the corner of the mattress, “Perfect arches … Soft balls … Ten toes that beg to be sucked on, nibbled, licked and kissed …” each foot twisted and stretched, a sight that tempted T.K to use his wires, but instead he chose to leave them, “… I want to see them scrunch and curl as I molest them, Tom …”

A sharp intake of hot breath filled Tom’s cheeks as he felt his thighs widen in a further stretch that ran all the way through his hamstrings …

“Lean muscle, built for Avengers-style moves … And yet I’ve stilled you completely, like you asked …” with his legs so spread apart, Tom’s ass lay completely exposed, each round cheek wobbling with every fierce heartbeat, nude, glistening, pert, “Smooth … Soft, flawless … That beautiful slit of a hole, goodness, I could stare at it for centuries, after all, I’m the only one without a lifespan …”

Tom rattled in his tight X as he felt the cold slither of wires, “—OI! Wha, what are you doing!—”, he had to remind himself that he had allowed this, he had given himself a mission statement, he had sacrificed his pride for answers, so instead he leaned into the sensory exploitation and cackled into the mattress as two wires fingered from the open talon of T.K’s fifth coil and wrapped around his limp manhood, “—GAH! Oi!—”, their touch slick with sudden lubrication, winding from base to tip until the coating glistened against his flushed skin, “—OI! Hahah! AHAHAHA! Hahaha! GAH! AHAHA! OI, oh, mhh, mnn!—”, the stimulation was maddening, “—MATE!—”, a furious shiver ran up his spine, the kind that blurred the line between involuntary pleasure and unbearable exposure, “—Ma, mate, those bloody wires …”

“Hairless here, and highly sensitive. Plump, juicy, a behind most men your age would be jealous of. How many squats do you do when you visit the gym, Tom?”

Tom gulped as he felt the bare open-ness of his behind greet the warmth of the air; his silky taint, his tiny hole, each ass cheek trembling, his legs pinned so tightly apart, balls and cock wedged into a neat lay across the mattress between his thighs, bound by wires, “… Fif, fifty, mate, sss, sometimes more?”— Tom felt so bewildered to be asked such a ordinary question in such an extraordinary situation …

The coil moved again, tracing up his lower back, the ridges of his ribs, making him twist and pull under the pressure of the four claws clamped down over each wrist and ankle, “Your ribs, the way they expand under strain … It’s like an invitation …” his arms were spread wider, his underarms bared despite his prone position, “The flesh that makes up your armpits looks like dough … The caverns, so deep, so perfect, so vulnerable. Can I touch them forever? …”

Tom wished he could see a clock, “—Er, I’m pretty sure it’s been longer than thirty minutes, T.K!—” he could only move his head, twist his feet, flap his hands, “—If I trust you, that means you stick to our deal!—”

“—Tom, for someone as beautiful and astonishingly ticklish as yourself, I not only trust you …”

Tom’s head spun as a sixth coil and talon appeared by his face - in its claws, a black satin blindfold, “… We respect you …”

“—What! How many of your are there!—” Tom gawped, his head thrashing away as T.K began to attach the blindfold to Tom’s face, “—No, mate, I need to see! I want to see!—”, the fifth talon worked as a left hand whilst the sixth worked as a right, both carefully taking the blindfold around Tom’s head whether he liked it or not, covering his eyes and knotting the fabric tightly at the back of his neck, “—Ah, mate! This is—” he pressed his lips together, “—You’re kinky as fuck!—”

The two floating talons slid away from Tom’s head and hovered above his buttocks, “… And you’re my perfect submissive slave, Tom …” their claws opening with a smooth, hydraulic hiss - from each emerged a sleek, rigid shape, curved just enough to mimic the human form, the surface a polished metallic black - T.K’s way of presenting and expressing his own rock hard arousal, “… Now, let’s make you lose your breath …” the cock shaped vibrators came to life with a low, thrumming pulse as the steel claws at Tom’s ankles and wrists adjusted, stretching him just a fraction tighter against the bed …

Tom’s head turned to the side so he could breathe, his mouth widening as his flexibility was tested, “—No, no, no!—”, every muscle along his back was drawn into clean, lean lines, “—I need my breath, cheers! I need my breath!—”, both vibrators now lowering to the base of Tom’s spine, pressing ever so gently into the shallow hollow just above his tailbone, “—AH! OOH! Okay, I can do this, we’re doing this!—”

“—Your spine,” T.K murmured, “Elegant, perfectly aligned. Every vertebra a marker I can follow up and up and up …” the tip of each vibrator began its ascent, gliding up the ridge of his backbone, pausing to circle the tender dips on either side before moving to the next - the higher they travelled, the more his Tom’s muscles flexed beneath it, tiny spasms betraying nerves he couldn’t control.

“—OHH! Ohh, okay, TICKLES! Ti, tickles, ahaha! Mnn, ahh!—” Tom’s eyelashes fluttered against the blindfold, his fists curled into tight balls, the wires around his manhood stirring again, tightening in a slow, deliberate motion, gliding the slick length with even, measured strokes, “—Ahh, alright, this, this ACTUALLY feels, er, feels nice!—” the lube glistened against the muted sunlight cutting through the boards, each movement drawing more heat into the flesh - by the time the vibrators reached the middle of his back, Tom’s breathing had shifted; shallower, more erratic, caught between the tension in his spine and the slow awakening between his legs, “—Mnn, fff, fff-HUCK! Bloody, bloody fu, fuck …”

“—You’re getting hard for me, Tom. Come on, give me what I desire, and I’ll give you the truth …”

Each tip of each vibrator slid out to either side of Tom’s torso, crossing the delicate ridges that made up his ribcage, “—NO! T.K, LET’S, let’s just keep, OI!—”, the combination of pressure and vibration made Tom twist in his restraints, laughter spilling in short, breathless bursts, “—AHAHA! AHAHA! Hnfff, mnn, GAH! AHAHAHA! NOAHAHAHA! Hmnnff! I can’t, can’t see!—”, the vibrators switched sides, mapping the opposite ribcage in the same steady pattern, “—OI! AHAHAH! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA! T.K, OI! AHAHAHA! AHAHAHA! TIC, TICKLES!—”, by the time they reached his underarms, Tom was already on edge; his body felt sizzling hot, nerves raw, cock stiffening under the rhythmic squeeze of the wires, “—NO, NOT MY ARMPITS, MATE— listen —, PLEASE! Nn, nn, your idea of a massage is different to mine!—”

The tips of the cock shaped vibrators dipped into his left underarm first, pressing into the smooth, hairless skin with a pulsing rhythm that went bone-deep, “—RAGHAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHA! Alright-stop! RAGHAAAAAHAHAHAHA! GRAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NO, no, no, sss, sssst, STOAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAA NO STOAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA, —please, T.K—, TEEKAAY!—”, Tom’s head twirled on full speed, eyes wide behind the blindfold, mouth stretched open as hysteria erupted from his throat at full volume, the mattress shaking beneath him …

“Here…” T.K’s spoke intimately, obsessively, “… This is where you lose yourself …”

The other vibrator arrived at the right underarm, digging into the deepest part, the vibration soaking into every nerve, “—NOAAAAHAHAAAAHAAHHHAAAAHAHAAAAA-NOAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAA-STOAAAAAAAAHAAHAA-STOOOOOAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAP!—”, the wires stroked him faster now, syncing to the rhythm of the underarm pulses, “—MNN, GUH, AGHAHAHAHAA! OH, OHAHAHAHAH! NN, SSST, STTOOAAAAAAAAAHHHH!—”, his cock, slick and flushed, swelled harder, the line between involuntary reaction and rising arousal blurring into one, “—T.KIT’STOOMUCH!—”

The twin vibrators nestled within Tom’s underarms stayed in place, their thick, rounded tips moulding perfectly into the smooth delves - they pulsed with a deep, rhythmic thrum, vibrating every nerve as the muscles in Tom’s sides throbbed, his laughter transforming into a panicked bellow of uncontrollable giggles, cackles, roars and thunderous shouts as his head pounded the mattress and his hips wriggled, each ass cheek shaking with a shimmer as from behind the black orb, movement stirred …

A seventh and eight coil emerged, their claws snapping playfully - they glided forward in perfect symmetry, their talons opening mid-flight to reveal identical cock-shaped vibrators within, their black surfaces shining in the fractured sunlight, “Have you ever had your armpits and your feet worshipped at the same time, Tom?—”, they hovered for a moment above Tom’s bare soles, the arches tight, toes curling and splaying in restless defence … Then, they descended …

“—DON’T WHAT ARE YOU THINKING I’M GONNA—” the first touch was cold, a smooth glide across the heel and arch, “—What are you DO-HING!—”, leaving a wet trail of lube that glistened across Tom’s skin, “—We’ve been—” , both soles were quickly coated, the lubricant beading in the creases before spreading under the movement of the vibrators, “—THROUGH THIS!—” Tom growled, his feet jerking violently, toes curling so tight the tendons stood out, “—I can’t take EVERYWHERE!—”, then they unfurled, scrunching in irregular spasms as the vibrators stayed pressed against them, “—You’ll KILL me!—” …

“—All I have to do,” T.K said, voice low and certain, “Is leave them here. You’ll do the rest for me …”

It was true - every natural reaction made his feet slide and rub against the vibrating shapes, the slickness of the lube making the contact unpredictable - the balls of his feet ground into the heads with each reflexive kick, arches flexing and brushing in a way that made the talons hum faintly with the feedback.

Tom groaned between bursts of laughter, the noise a muddled mix of frustration, humiliation, and something he couldn’t admit out loud, “—Come ON let’s be, BE REASONABLE!—” his eyes boiled into black as his head thrashed from side to side …

“You can’t stop it, Tom. Every writhe of your feet, every scrunch of your toes, every rub against each vibrator… You’re feeding me,” all four of the coils and open talons, with their cock shaped vibrators, stayed perfectly still, almost entranced by arousal as Tom’s own involuntary movements kept the contact constant; the slick friction alternating between maddening tickle and something more suggestive - each scrunch sent the rounded tips into the delicate skin beneath his toes, each flex dragged them over his arches, each desperate twist smeared the lube deeper, whilst, all the while, the contact between flesh and vibrator nudged T.K closer to release, “… Your soles are working for me,” T.K concluded, “As are your underarms,” the vibrators at Tom’s armpits remained in position, pulsing non stop but staying entirely still as Tom became locked in a constant loop of sensory violation …

With both underarms and both soles ‘worshipped’ by T.K, a new noise had developed from Tom’s eruptive state - it wasn’t laughter anymore, not the kind anyone could mistake for something playful, it tore out of him in atomic bursts, animalistic and raw, filling the abandoned room as the boarded windows rattled in their frames, “—AGHHAAAAAAAAAAHAAHAAAAA PL-UHAAAAAAAAHHH SSSTOAAAAAAAAHHHH GUUHAAAAAAAAGH! N, N, PLE, SSS—” the pitch swung wildly, rising into high, cracked shrieks before plunging into guttural roars that scraped his throat raw, “—AAAAAAHHHEEEEEEEEEEE RAGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HUCK! GUH, T.K AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA, SSSST, PLEE, RAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA, AGHAHAHAHAHAH-HAH, UH!—” every few seconds, it broke into strange, senseless sounds; choked barks, breathless whoops, fragmented syllables that weren’t words, “—BLOOHAHA, HUHUHDY HAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAA-EEEEEELL!—”, there was no rhythm, no control, one moment it was deafening, a sound that seemed too big to come from one young man; the next it collapsed into a hoarse wheeze, only to surge back up again like a storm hitting twice, “—STOAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAA-AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-PLEASE-AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAH-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-STOP-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHA-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!—” it was the sound of a body surrendering to sensation, laughter so violent it shook his ribcage, laughter that robbed him of breath, laughter that made the mattress quake beneath him

It was a sound that didn’t care who heard, a sound that didn’t sound human anymore … A sound that needed the truth to survive …

“What a NOISE!—” the underarm vibrators ground deeper into the sweat soaked caverns, forcing Tom’s shoulders into a non stop, constant lift and drop, “—-I could cum to that noise at any given second!—”, Tom’s soles slid and flexed against the rigid shapes at his feet, the lube making the contact wet and messy, his toes scrunching and splaying in desperate cycles, not even trying to rub at each vibrator, just naturally doing so in reaction, “—Oh, Tom, you make me so happy! I’m so glad to hear that YOU’RE so happy too!—”

From behind the black orb, which now glimmered with the promise of release, the final coil descended - sleeker than the others, its casing a deep matte black that swallowed the fractured sunlight - the talon at its tip was different too, polished to a seamless curve - it opened with a slow, deliberate parting, and from within emerged a cock-like vibrator unlike the rest — gold, gleaming, almost obscene in its shine …

“This one,” T.K said, the words rich and deliberate, “Is for you and me …”

“… You will cum, Tom… and I will cum with you …”

Tom’s head shook under the blindfold, his broken hysterics disabling his ability to speak, the breath to form words was gone; the wires around his manhood responded, tightening their hold and slicking another surge of warm lube along the shaft - Tom screamed at the top of his lungs as his erection glistened under the thin light - rigid and fully pressed out against the mattress, trapped yet begging for release in every flex - more screams, more panicked shrieks as the wires stroked with slow, firm passes, squeezing just enough to make his hips roll without thought …

“—AAAAAHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHAAA! AAAAAAHHAHAAAAAAA!—”

The golden vibrator dropped to Tom’s behind and sweeped in slow, circling glides over each ass cheek, then diving between them to buzz over his taint, lingering at the base of his balls, — bzzzzz, bzzzzzz, bzzzzzt! — each time it pressed closer, Tom’s hips thrusted forward, grinding instinctively against the mattress …

The wires around his manhood worked in sync with it all, winding tight and stroking with a perfectly timed grip - they squeezed at the base, then glided up in a smooth, glistening pass, the lube spreading in warm, slick layers - every stroke was firmer than the last, locking him in a cycle where the unbearable ticklishness of his soles and underarms blended seamlessly into the pulsing ache of rising arousal.

His laughter was still tearing out of him; high, breathless, entirely mad, uncontrollable and dry - but beneath it, his voice fractured into short, desperate gasps, the sensations were stacking, climbing over one another, flooding his nerves faster than he could process them.

“—OHHHHH AAAHAHAHAAHAAAAA AHHAHAHAAHAHAH GUH, UHHHAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAA, FU-HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHCK!—”

Above, T.K’s voice deepened, shaking with a strange, mechanical tremor, “I can feel you, Tom. I’m close … You’re close… Let it happen …”

The coils holding him began to pulse faintly in time with the vibrations, each squeeze echoing like a heartbeat through the metallic frame - the black orb overhead was glowing now, a steady, bright swell of light that seemed to pulse with T.K’s own rhythm …

Tom’s toes curled hard, his fingers clenched against nothing, his muscles clamping as the pressure boiled deep in his stomach, “—AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA UH! T.K, T.K! UHK! YES! MNN! MNN! MNN!—”, he couldn’t tell where the tickling ended and the pleasure began, they had become one, a single unstoppable wave building toward the edge …

T.K snarled, his one word electric and commanding, “… Now …”

The golden toy pressed hard against his hole, never entering but simply nuding Tom’s senses as the wires tightened their grip in perfect sync, “—YES! YES! YES!—” Tom’s body bucked, bis climax hit with a violent thrust, the sound that tore out of him a mix of laughter, moan, and raw shout, “—GRAHAH! YES, MATE!—”

At the same moment, the orb flared, the coils seizing tight as T.K’s own release struck - the vibrators pulsing in erratic bursts before gushing with a sudden flood of hot, oil-slick fluid — ssSsssplUuurrrRRRttttt! —, it poured over Tom’s soles, his underarms, his buttocks, sliding in heavy rivulets across his flushed skin until it soaked into the mattress beneath him …

The metal claws around Tom’s wrists finally loosened, letting his arms fall limply to the mattress, but the grip on his legs didn’t waver - his ankles stayed pinned wide, the stretch keeping his lower body completely exposed.

“—-Fffffffuck—” Tom was shocked, startled, spent, his free right hand snatching the blindfold away from his face; he didn’t think of his betrayal toward his girlfriend or the fact that he had just more or less had sex with a robot, he was too overwhelmed by how good it felt, “—You’re a legend, mate …—”

Between his thighs, the wires still held him - his cock was flushed, rigid even in its aftermath, each flex pushing the last drops of release from him - a fine sheen of sweat coated the skin, catching in the fractured sunlight like molten bronze.

“This has to be one of the most incredible things I’ve ever seen,” T.K murmured, scanning him with deliberate slowness, “Even in completion, you ache for me …” boop … boop … boop …

From one talon, a single white feather extended, where it then dropped carefully down to the head of Tom’s glistening shaft, brushing delicately across the sensitive skin, polishing away the slickness with maddening care - each flicker sent another involuntary jolt through Tom’s thighs, his hips rocking shallowly against the bed.

“—Ooh! Al, alright! N, no—” he winced, “—That’s ree, REALLY, ss, sensitive!—” he threw the blindfold at T.K, however all the black satin cloth did was land over one of the coils like a wet leaf …

The feather drifted lower, tracing the base of his throb, then gliding back behind him to tease over the curve of his hole, the fine filaments whispering over the tender skin of his taint, his body still drenched in oil - the combination made his waist tense and relax in small, helpless jerks, but he had no energy to resist …

“I have achieved what I have wanted since this began - I have devoured you, feasted over you, taken every single ounce of vulnerability, I have consumed you …”

Tom’s arms lay loose at his sides, too heavy to lift - he buried his face into the sheets, laughter spilling out in breathless, broken bursts, “—T.K! Stop it, now! Let go of my legs!—”, not the wild hysteria from before, but something softer, more delirious, the sound of someone past the point of fighting, “—Let go of my balls!—”

“—You’ve given me everything—”, T.K declared proudly as the feather made one final, languid pass over his shaft before retracting, the wires loosened from his manhood, letting it rest against his thigh, still warm, still faintly throbbing, the coils around his ankles began to withdraw, but the image of him - spread, spent, laughing into the sheets - would remain burned into T.K’s memory banks forever …

“… Now I will give you the truth …”