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him.
    “This thing here is my patented specialty. In layman’s terms it’s what’s called a prince’s wand, but this one is like no other prince’s wand you can buy anywhere else in the world. In a moment, we’re going to shove it down his jap’s eye so you can all see precisely what excruciating pleasure it can induce, but first we’re going to give him a little taster and get him all hot and bothered with these clamps!”
    Vaughn disentangled a knot of black cables, the sort used on the headphones of an MP3 player. When he unexpectedly threw one of the ends at Sylvia, she jumped and almost missed it. At the end of the wire was not an earphone, but a crocodile-clip-like clamp, of the sort used in school physics lessons. Vaughn clamped the other half of the cable to Victor’s nipple. Victor looked at Sylvia with puppyish eyes that managed to express how he wanted her to be anything but kind to him. His fatty pectorals were still plump enough to look like breasts even with his arms restrained up in this position, and Sylvia felt awkward touching him there. If she touched boobs , even if they weren’t on a woman, did that make her slightly bisexual? She tried to copy what Vaughn had done, pinching the nub as she attached the clamp so it bit in against the areola.
    Vaughn stabbed the jack on the other end of the wire into a power supply that looked equally like something belonging in a school physics lab. He adjusted a dial and flicked a switch above it, and Victor gave a start and a shiver, clamping his jaw on the gag and rolling his eyes upward. Vaughn flicked the switch back and forth a few more times, until Victor trembled a little and whimpered slightly, before he returned the dial to a lower setting and took the brake back off. Vaughn gave the wheel a spin to turn it halfway and slammed the brake back on, leaving Victor suspended upside-down with the clamps still in place.
    Sylvia found herself face-to-face with the piercing she’d not been able to see clearly on the opening night. It emerged from the tip of his dick as the head of a fish with intricately engraved baroque embellishments and a wide, grinning mouth reminiscent of heraldic beasts, which somehow managed to be both grotesque and endearing. The tail protruded from a hole pierced in the frenulum on the underside of his phallus, bright cyan, transforming through a rainbow spectrum to the deep burnished gold of the head.
    “If Madam would so kindly do the honors to remove this last modicum of modesty,” Vaughn said.
    Sylvia glanced at him, not sure what he meant. Unscrew the tail , the dungeon master mouthed over Victor’s upturned body. From under his mask, she caught the flash of a wink.
    To reach the fish and to be able to see what she was doing, Sylvia had to step in close. She’d seen naked men before, but never a man’s wedding tackle quite so explicitly exposed as this. She couldn’t help but notice how wide his thighs were, especially when she unintentionally brushed her chest against one of them. She sensed the warmth of his body through the bare skin her costume exposed, and became very aware of the pressure of the tight strap between her legs.
    The tail fin unscrewed easily, like a wing nut. Victor quivered as she carefully slid the tail through the piercing, his chest rising and falling faster. A thick gob of his sex juice came with it, dripping off the colored metal onto the underside of his belly. Not sure what to do with the fish, she screwed the tail back onto it and handed it to one of the Hermaphrodite Twins.
    “The prostate gland,” Vaughn began, in a contemplative sort of tone that stilled the murmur of conversation from the audience, “is the male equivalent of the G-spot. It’s found up above your balls, under the base of your cock. Basically, it’s the muscle that contracts when you blow your load, and if you want to take orgasms to another level you need to take control of your prostate.” Under his mask, his mouth