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broke into a broad grin. “I’m a man of few words, unlike some of the flowery buggers you’ll come across in this freak show, so I’ll cut to the chase. There are two ways to a man’s prostate–up his bum or down his dick!” He accompanied this explanation with two suggestively vulgar hand gestures. The crowd roared with laughter.
    Vaughn produced a thick knobbly dildo with a crosspiece at the handle like a sword, another cable trailing from it. It appeared to be made from white Teflon, but some of the contours on one side of it were silvered. He squeezed lubricant from a tube onto it and slowly sank it into Victor’s rectum. Victor had gone red in the face from being upside-down. The muscles in his thighs spasmed as Vaughn penetrated him. Vaughn took his hand away, leaving only the hilt protruding.
    “Madam can do this,” said Vaughn. “She’ll enjoy it. I’ll just lube this up.” He slathered the lubricant down the length of the object he’d been showing to the crowd earlier, before handing it to Sylvia. It was coated with Teflon, apart from the curved tip where metal gleamed, and the shaft of it had slight ridges carved into it. On the opposite end was a steel ball, and an inch or so from the end she could see a hole where something was meant to screw into it. Vaughn guided her hands to manipulate the rod into the correct position.
    Poor Victor was dribbling so much by now the lube didn’t seem to matter. Despite his obvious excitement, he was still relatively flaccid. Sylvia closed her hand around his phallus and eased the tip of the sound into the wide, loose hole and let it slide gradually into the depths. He turned to jelly in her hands at the sensation of the ridged Teflon, trembling and panting, his racing pulse conducting through her fingertips. Sylvia marveled at how powerful this made her feel. She could own his pleasure, enslave his body and give him ecstasy, and he wanted it.
    The sound came to a stop with the metal ball resting just at the tip. Vaughn had the next part ready: a side arm with another wire on it, which he threaded through the hole made by Victor’s piercing and into the shaft of the sound. Finally, he used the side arm for leverage to unscrew the ball on the end, leaving a hollow metal tube threaded in. He plugged the jacks for the dildo and the sound into two ports on the same switchboard as he’d connected the clamps to, and turned the dial to its lowest setting before flicking the switch.
    “Those two things we just put in there,” said Vaughn, “are in the ideal position to pass an electric current straight through his prostate gland. What you’re all about to see is the kind of legendary black magic a hundred years of Christian extremist oppression never quite succeeded in eliminating.” Vaughn fluttered his fingers and rolled his eyes fancifully. “Whores and bastards, I give you the P-spot!”
    Vaughn turned back to the control box, and slowly, inexorably, he began to turn the dial.
    Victor started to tremble all over. The whimpers he’d been making ever since they’d put the nipple clamps on him started to grow louder and more desperate.
    “Thing with electrosex,” Vaughn shouted over Victor’s noises. “Everyone has a threshold voltage. Victor’s is something near twelve volts, so if I go over that he’ll come too early and the fun’ll be over. The great thing about it is I can go right up to eleven and hold him there!”
    As Vaughn turned the dial higher still, the audience stared in awe at Victor’s convulsing body. His eyes were squeezed shut and his forehead glistened with sweat. Fat rippled and every muscle shook. He didn’t come, but his skin flushed, his dick swelling and becoming almost purple. The smooth lobes of its head between which the thick steel of the sound probed shone with sticky moisture. He would have been squirming had he not been so securely restrained. He was naked and helpless and he’d been publicly humiliated and violated in