Toby's name hung in the air like a sentence from Beckett's monotone decree—
"Toby initiates Phase 6"—and the room seemed to hold its collective breath for a split second before the lanky ginger femboy froze solid on the far end of the sectional. His long flowing hair spilled over his knees, which he'd already drawn up tight to his chest like a human shield.
"M-me?"
he squeaked, voice cracking high and whiny, tears already beading at the corners of his wide eyes. "No, please—I can't. I'm horrible at sex. Really. I'll ruin it for everyone. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, just skip me, I swear I don't mind, I'll just watch or something, or leave if that's better, please don't make me, I'll mess up the whole ritual and then the chakras won't align and it'll be my fault and—"
The pleas spilled out in a frantic loop, his small frame rocking slightly back and forth on the velvet cushion, freckled cheeks flushing redder by the second. He looked like he might bolt at any moment, knees trembling, hands twisting in the hem of his shirt as if trying to disappear into the fabric itself. "Sorry sorry sorry," he whispered on repeat, barely audible but insistent, like a broken mantra. The room shifted uncomfortably Carter fidgeted with his white-streaked hair, muttering
"oh my god, poor baby,"
under his breath; Charlie opened his mouth to start yapping solidarity but closed it when Mort shot him a death glare from the bean bag; Kin twitched near the door, murmuring something about "code vulnerability exposed"; Gideon remained statue-still, red eyeshadow unblinking; and Corey, still lounging on the rug with that post-orgasm glow, perked up like he'd been waiting for this exact moment.
Corey crawled forward on hands and knees, that cheeky grin splitting his face as he scooted closer to Toby with big-brother mischief sparkling in his eyes. "C'mon, Tobs," he cooed, voice low and teasing but laced with genuine encouragement. "You're not horrible—you're just scared. And that's okay. Let me help, yeah? Big bro's got you." Before Toby could scramble away or dissolve into more apologies, Corey's hand slipped between those thick, trembling thighs, fingers teasing the cleft through the tight jeans with slow, deliberate strokes. Toby squeaked a high, startled sound that echoed and his legs jerked involuntarily, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his knees parted just a fraction, freckled face crumpling in a mix of fear and reluctant heat.
"Corey—w-wait—I'm sorry, I don't—" Toby stammered, but Corey shushed him gently, popping the button on the jeans with his free hand and tugging the zipper down. "Shh, easy. Just relax. Let me get you ready." He slid the denim and briefs down just enough to expose Toby's plump, round ass, the pale skin flushing pink under the purple LEDs. Corey slicked his fingers with lube from a bottle someone had left on the coffee table probably Beckett's ritual prep and pressed one in aggressively, rough enough to make Toby arch off the cushion with a sharp cry. "Ah—Corey—too fast—sorry if it's not—"
But Corey didn't stop. He worked the finger deeper, twisting it with practiced ease, then added a second without pause. Toby's moans cracked high, tears spilling over as his body betrayed him, hips rocking back instinctively. "Good boy," Corey murmured, kissing Toby's temple softly. "See? You're doing great. That's it—take another." A third finger joined, stretching Toby wider, the slick sounds filling the room as Corey scissored them roughly. Toby's eyes rolled back, faint in ecstasy, his small frame shuddering as the fourth finger pushed in, filling him to the limit. "Oh god—Corey—too much—feels so—ahh!"
The room watched in stunned silence. Carter bit his lip, whispering "oh my god, that's hot" to Charlie, who nodded frantically. Mort snorted from the bean bag. "Slut mode activated already?"
Corey kept going, fingers pumping rough and deep until Toby was a moaning, crying mess—head thrown back, ginger hair sticking to sweat-damp cheeks, plump ass clenching around the intrusion. "There we go," Corey said, kissing Toby's temple again. "See? Perfect. You're all stretched and ready. Now go be good for Kota." He withdrew his fingers slowly, eliciting a whine from Toby, then guided the trembling boy off the sofa and toward the ottoman in the center of the room.
Toby knelt shakily, knees sinking into the thick rug, ass presented high and round, the stretched hole glistening under the lights. "I'm sorry if it's bad—sorry if I'm too tight—sorry if I make weird noises—sorry—"
Kota moved forward, still raw from the previous phases but drawn in by Toby's vulnerability. He knelt behind him, hands gentle on those plush cheeks softest of all, round and yielding like warm pillows.
"It's okay,"
Kota murmured, lining up carefully.
"I've got you."
He pushed in slow, inch by inch, the tightness gripping him like a vice despite Corey's prep. Toby gasped, a high keening moan escaping as his body adjusted, tears streaming freely now. "Ahh—too big—sorry—feels so—nngh!"
The room leaned in. Charlie whispered commentary: "Oh my god, he's taking it so well look at that arch it's perfect."
Carter cooed softly. "So cute."
Mort rolled his eyes but watched anyway.
Kota bottomed out, pausing to let Toby adjust. The ass was incredible softest he'd felt all night, plush cheeks molding around his hips, tightest grip pulling him deeper. "Fuck—Toby, your ass is perfect," Kota groaned, voice rough. "Softest, tightest, cutest of them all."
Toby moaned loud, body shuddering as he came untouched in the first twenty seconds cum spilling across the ottoman in weak spurts, his hole clenching rhythmically. "Th-thank you—ahh—feels so good—sorry I came fast—"
Kota's control snapped. He gripped Toby's narrow waist and started pounding roughly—deep, brutal strokes that made the plump cheeks jiggle and clap softly. Toby's moans turned to screams—high, needy wails that filled the room. "Yes—harder—please—fuck me—ahh—more—!"
Corey whistled from the rug. "Damn, Tobs—listen to you go!"
Carter giggled. "He's loving it—oh my god, those moans!"
Charlie yapped: "The way he's pushing back—perfect rhythm—bet that prostate is getting wrecked—"
Kota kept going, hips snapping forward. "Good boy—Toby, you're such a good boy—taking it so well—"
Toby screamed again, cumming a second time—body locking up, ass fluttering wildly. "Yes—good boy—your good boy—fill me—please—"
Kota couldn't hold back. He slammed in deep, cumming hard—thick pulses flooding Toby's tight heat. "Fuck—yes—good boy—take it all—"
Toby collapsed forward onto the ottoman, panting and dazed, a soft glow spreading across his freckled face. "Th-thank you… sorry again… that was… wow…" He mumbled more apologies, then crawled weakly toward Corey, curling into his side on the rug like a content kitten.
Beckett nodded once, Q-tip already in hand. "Nodal seven: fear node transmuted. Submission purity achieved. Phase 7 complete."
Kota fell back heavy, panting as he tried to steady himself. Six down—Carter, Charlie, Corey, Gideon, Kin, Toby—and he was utterly drained. Sweat poured down his face, muscles quivering, cock raw and spent. The purple light felt oppressive now, the hypno spirals blurring in his vision. He wasn't sure how he'd manage the last two.
The room applauded softly Carter clapping with enthusiasm, Charlie whispering "that was beautiful," Corey hugging Toby close with a grin. Mort snorted. "Sluts, all of you." Kin muttered about "nodal stability confirmed." Gideon simply watched.
Beckett placed the swab on the monolith. "Phase 7 complete. Retention score: transcendent."
Kota closed his eyes, breath ragged, praying for a longer break before the next name.