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"I'm here. You wanted my help with something?" Aether asks as he enters the lab. Alhaitham nods from where he is currently fiddling with some manner of mechanical device.
"I did," Alhaitham says. "There's a device I found in Azar's lab, and you're one of the most durable people I know. I want you to help me test it."
"What is it, some kind of combat simulator?" Aether tilts his head. Why won't Alhaitham meet his eyes?
"I'm not sure. It's this way." Alhaitham walks off with little fanfare, and Aether is left with no choice but to follow. When he enters the lab space, however, he is struck with an urge to flee.
This machine... it can only be described as a torture device. But Alhaitham presses a button on the device that he is holding and the door slams shut, locking and trapping Aether inside.
"You're not in any danger," Alhaitham says, but he does not sound sincere in the slightest.
"Is it too late to back out?" Aether asks.
"Yes," Alhaitham says bluntly. "You may as well come closer."
Aether reluctantly follows the order. The moment he is within Alhaitham's reach, he is grabbed and shoved into the machine. Metal curves and fastens itself around his limbs, and he is stuck upright and suspended in the air.
"Alhaitham, you bastard!" Aether shouts. "When I get out of here, I'm going to—" He is unceremoniously cut off by yet another extension of the machine inserting itself into his mouth. Aether has enough experience in the bedroom to know that the shape of the object is disturbingly phallic.
"Count yourself lucky," Alhaitham intones. "The original attachment to that was a blade." Aether does not have time to digest that information, because Alhaitham is coming closer and pulling off his boots, then his pants, then his undershorts until his lower half is completely bare. Aether screams in rage around the toy. He is soundly ignored.
Things only get worse when he feels slick fingers probing at him, circling his rim before pushing inside. He tries and fails to squirm away. The binds hold firm. He is effectively immobilized until he can find a way out of this.
He does not find pleasure in the fingers filling him up. He is too angry, too stressed, too trapped to be able to do so. Still, he feels a sense of dread when the fingers are pulled out, since he knows that whatever is coming next will be far more unpleasant.
"Relax and this won't hurt" is all Aether hears before something much bigger than Alhaitham's fingers shoves its way inside him. Aether shrieks around the toy, tensing up and squirming as he tries to get away. But he is still unable to escape.
He sees Alhaitham out of the corner of his eye and glares at him. Gods, he hates him now. This is a betrayal that Aether will not allow to go unpunished, assuming he gets out of this thing.
"It could be worse for you, you know," Alhaitham comments. "Both objects being used have replaced blades. Really, I'm doing you a favor, here." At this point, Aether is not sure whether he would prefer the blades or not.
But there is another problem. He is growing aroused, and with arousal comes sensitivity. He does not want to enjoy this, but he is. His snarls and shouts melt into moans as he is fucked by the machine, and he sees Alhaitham move again to sit on a chair facing the machine. The scribe is hard, and Aether cannot do anything but watch as Alhaitham undoes his pants and pulls out his cock.
For a while, it is just them. Alhaitham is surprisingly quiet, and he is also rather lucid even while stroking himself. The only obvious noises in the room are Aether's muffled moans and the occasional sob. Then, Aether suddenly chokes and tenses up. He reaches his peak then and there, his come splattering on the floor as the machine does anything but stop.
Oversensitivity quickly overtakes Aether, and he begins to cry in earnest. He drools all over the toy in his mouth and feebly wriggles about in his binds. He wants to be set free now. He cannot think very well at the moment, but he is sure that lucid him would want his freedom as well.
Alhaitham remains seated, eyes scanning over every aspect of Aether's torment. He does not seem too concerned about his own arousal. In fact, Aether is certain that Alhaitham is purposefully edging himself. He does not know why and does not care.
"Suck," Alhaitham suddenly commands, and Aether is so startled that he does. He suckles on the toy, trying not to think about how he might look to Alhaitham. The activity helps him to distract himself, however, and soon he is lost in it. Thoughtless and drifting.
The machine speeds up without warning, and Aether makes a strangled sort of wail at the stimulation. His abused body cannot take much more of this. He cannot even get aroused. He is not enjoying this in the slightest, and he desperately wants to leave. But Alhaitham has no intention of letting him go.
"Keep going," Alhaitham says. "You'll get used to it." He is still stroking himself, and this time he does not seem like he is going to deny himself release. Aether screws his eyes shut, trying and failing to retreat into his mind.
Alhaitham makes a sound of disapproval and a click can be heard. Aether moans miserably as the toy in his mouth begins to move in and out in shallow thrusts. His mind is fraying at the seams, and he cannot tell left from right anymore. The longer the stimulations go on, the more he breaks.
Aether begins to lose track of time. He does not know how long it has been, but eventually the machine stops and both toys are pulled out of him. Aether gasps and trembles, completely overwhelmed. He does not have it in him to fight anymore. Still, Alhaitham leaves him in the machine's binds.
"Turns out this device is far more useful than I thought," Alhaitham muses. "You wouldn't mind staying in there for a bit longer, would you, Aether?" Aether opens his mouth to disagree, but Alhaitham interrupts him. "Of course you don't."
Alhaitham paces back and forth in front of the machine before stopping. "I'll get an IV in here so you don't get dehydrated, and we'll start again. Let's see how much you can take."
He is gone before Aether can plead for mercy.