Iestyn dropped his head back with a happy groan and closed his eyes.
I would hate to think the work I did with Iestyn failed so terribly, and he was in need of more correction.
He opened his eyes again, and for a moment he thought he saw Alan's head between his legs, thought he felt the electrode on his skin. Deviant, came the thought out of nowhere, bubbling up through his thoughts as if through a thick soup. Disgusting proclivities. Pathetic. He shivered again, but not pleasantly. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his hands twitched with muscle memory of the shocks as he tensed up, but he couldn't find the words to ask Henry to stop. Sinful. Dirty. Wrong. Lips on his skin, mouth on his dick, and all of those demons and Lucifer watching...