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The icy wind blew fiercely over the snowy fields, sending a deeper chill through the air. Not that most of the denizens minded - they were equipped to handle this frigid environment, and to them a cold wind was perfect.

For the captured Charmeleon, it also wasn't much of a problem, since he heated the air around him a lot. More of a problem was the fact that he was captured.

Heath was on his knees, bruised and battered from the dual assault he'd taken. His claws were tied behind his back, with his tail clamped between them, the vines resisting his flames and claws somehow. His muzzle was similarly tied shut, though he could talk out of the sides of his mouth, he couldn't open up and breathe flames at his captors. It wasn't the best situation, but he wasn't too worried; his heat protected him well from the cold, and from icy Pokémon like these, it would take more than this to really do damage to him. Even now, he was settled in on bare earth beneath him, the snow having melted and making the surface rather muddy.

The pair of Weaviles were looking him over; they weren't in bad shape at all, they'd gotten the jump on Heath and pretty much taken him down before he could get off a shot. Which was probably good news for them, they'd likely have suffered pretty badly if he'd hit them. They both looked rather unhappy with his presence, no doubt feeling threatened.

"Okay, tough guy, tell us why you're here."

"Fuck off."

"Well, that's not a good start. You want us to play nice with you, you're going to have to be a little more...forthcoming."

"Go to hell."

"This isn't working, Rico." The other Weavile stepped up now, folding his arms and shaking his head. " We should just slash his throat and be done with it."

"You know what the masters said, Pars. No killing anyone that can't fight back. Besides, I don't really want to get my claws bloody. There are better ways of dealing with these kinds of people."

"Wuss." Heath grinned as the two Weaviles glowered at him; hearing them talk about potentially killing him didn't faze him at all.

"You should watch your mouth, our kindness might only go so far," Pars warned. "I might not be as reluctant to feel your burning blood on my fingers. What's your deal, anyway? You know your type isn't welcome here...we don't go invading your spaces. If you're here looking for prey, you're going to meet a bad end - even if we aren't supposed to kill you, the masters have no reservations if they think you're going to be trouble."

"I'm not afraid of you two, even if you did capture me. If you must know, I just wanted to prove that I could handle anything here, even if I wasn't in my prime environment. No wimpy cold is gonna stop me, even if it is eternal."

"You really don't respect the cold, do you?" Rico said, somewhat thoughtfully. "But I guess you wouldn't really know, would you? You haven't ever really BEEN cold, have you?"

"Our types don't get cold, you clod. Our bodies provide all the heat we need. You could leave me out here for days and I'd be just fine."

"You're right, that's true. But I think we can change your tune on that..."

"Ooh, Rico, you're talking about another one of your experiments, aren't you?" Pars sounded both gleeful and excited. "Please tell me you're thinking about what I'm hoping you are!"

"I think you are, Pars. How about you wait here and make sure our guest doesn't go anywhere while I get what I need."

"You can count on me, Rico. I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Heath just chuckled. "Hah, you two trying to scare me with scheming? I can handle anything you throw at me, no question."

Rico only grinned back. "We'll see about that."

---

It took a couple hours before Rico returned, out of breath, clutching a sack over his back. Pars was sitting idly against a tree, watching the resolute Charmeleon remain steady in his mud patch. "I'm back! He didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

"Surprisingly no. He's been taunting me here and there, but hasn't tried to run away. Funny, I expected him to try to pull some kinda stunt." Pars snickered as he shot a glance at Heath. "Maybe he's just all talk."

"Why would I bother trying to run? I know you're faster than I am, and I'm not in good position to fight. Besides, I said I could take anything you threw at me, and I'm going to prove it."

"You're awfully brash for a guy who knows we're plotting something. But if you're going to cooperate, well, that'll make things a bit easier. Right then...let's show you just what we're capable of." Rico opened up the sack, extracting a couple of berries from it. "I think these are the right ones, I checked my list and made sure."

"Oh, yeah, this is awesome!" Pars cackled gleefully. "I've been waiting for this for so long! I hope it works!"

"I'm sure it will, there's no reason it shouldn't! After all, the last batch I tried worked, so the effects can be validated."

"That's your big trick?" Heath's cocky voice drew the attention of both Weaviles. "You're gonna feed me? Yeah, I'm so scared of that. My stomach rumbles in terror."

"You little-" Pars was about to step up and give the Charmeleon a piece of his mind, but Rico held him back.

"Hey, settle...doesn't matter if he's so sure of himself, that'll just make the outcome all the sweeter, right?"

"...Yeah, you're right." Pars took a deep breath and let it out, calming himself down and putting a wicked smile on his face. "It'll be a lot more fun seeing his change in attitude...that'll be better than letting him get my goat."

"Quite right. So I won't keep you waiting." The two Weaviles strode up to Heath, whose eyes still flared defiantly at them. In a flash, Rico yanked the vine off of the lizard's muzzle, and just as Heath opened up to try to shoot a flame at them, he rammed the two berries into the jaw, forcing him to take them in. His and Pars's claws then snapped his mouth shut again, re-wrapping the vine around him and making sure he couldn't spit out what had been put in; without any alternative option, Heath resigned himself to crushing and swallowing the berries. The mixture of sweet, bitter, and spicy flavor was actually pretty good, making it a bit tough to feel threatened by the outcome, and he got it all down pretty quickly.

"Looks like you're all done, eh?" The grins he was getting weren't exactly pleasant, though. "Good, good...shouldn't take too long now."

"Too long for what? Did you poison them or something? Sure didn't taste like it."

"Oh, it's not poison, for sure," Rico said. "See, what you just ate were some of my special crop. I've been doing some berry crossbreeding and modification, and I've created some that have some interesting effects. What I fed you were a pair of berries, a Rawst Berry and an Occa Berry...the originals reduce the effect of heat, but these modified versions are much more potent. In fact, potent enough that they can basically shut down the heat in your body...and this strain is particularly strong, so I suspect they'll completely take it down, and leave you without any real protection. I wonder...how are you gonna deal with the cold now?"

"Wh...what?!" Heath's eyes went wide. "You...you're joking. You can't be real. That's ridiculous."

"We'll see who's ridiculous in a couple minutes," Pars said with a devilish gleam. "I'm gonna enjoy this..."

Heath was still resisting what they were saying; it sounded ludicrous, nothing could strip away his heat like that, could it? But after a minute of waiting, something was definitely happening...he was starting to feel the cool wind start to nip at his body, particularly on heavier gusts. It was weird, it didn't quite hurt, but he felt these little pinches or such where the cold struck against his scales. "Ah...what the hell? How..."

"Not feeling so cocky now, are you?" Pars snapped. "You figured your heat could get you through this without any trouble...well, let's see how you fare without it!"

"You...this isn't right! You're...how can you do something like this?"

"You're the one who invaded our territory, trying to cause trouble, and said you could take anything we threw at you," Rico shot back. "You starting to regret that? Too bad, I'm not stopping this."

Heath started to struggle a bit against his bonds, trying to find a way to get free, but if he was having trouble before it was even harder now. Now he could feel the heat being sapped from him, he was no longer radiating enough to keep the wind from biting at him, and now the sharpness was starting to hurt a bit. And that was making it hard to use his actual strength to his advantage. If he didn't break through fast, he'd be at the full mercy of the elements, not to mention the two Weaviles...

But he seemed farther away every second. Soon he was feeling the steady air start to nip at him, his scales weren't letting off any heat anymore. Now there was a constant prickling all over his body, uncomfortable at best, painful at worst, and he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. Even worse, as his internal furnace was slowing to a stop, it was failing to fuel his muscles as well, making him a lot weaker and unable to put up much more struggle...at this point, even if he was freed, he wouldn't be a match for his foes, not without regaining his heat.

And Rico and Pars could tell...they could see the struggle in him, the growing vulnerability to the cold and weakening that meant they had the edge. The two stepped around him, admiring their handiwork for a few seconds before going in. Pars clipped the bindings holding the Charmeleon's hands and tail together, the weakly flicking flame from his tailtip a shadow of its former health; even in the release, he could tell that those limbs didn't have the energy for an attack. Meanwhile, Rico broke the vines on Heath's jaw, and despite knowing he shouldn't, he put an effort into a flame anyway; just as he feared, his open mouth couldn't produce more than a puff of hot air, and that only served to make more of his heat escape.

"Hah, he's not looking so hot now, is he?" taunted Pars. "I couldn't even feel it on him. He's not letting it off anymore...bet it's all inside now, ain't it?"

"Yeah, no question about that," Rico snickered. "I think we can take care of that, don't you?"

"Oh, yeah, I know just how..."

"You and I think alike. Let's get this party started!"

The two Weaviles pulled Heath out of his muddy hole and into the snow. He let out a shocked yelp as his feet hit the snow - it was so cold! He could feel the sharp pain of the coldness biting at him, his nerves extremely sensitive due to the lack of experience with these sensations and so much more used to the heat. And because there was no more radiant heat, his feet weren't melting the snow, keeping him continually exposed to that cold...he clenched his jaw tight, trying not to show too much sign of pain, but it was starting to get difficult.

"Heh...this is how an intruder SHOULD react to our environment." Rico breathed onto Heath's shoulder, making him flinch. "You're about to get colder, though...after what do do to you, you'll be totally heatless."

"What...what are you gonna do?" Heath's voice sounded a lot shakier than he wanted it to.

Pars laughed evilly. "We're gonna help take out that bit of heat still inside you. The berries should take care of it in time, but it'll be more fun to hurry the process along...and yeah, we're definitely gonna enjoy it."

"Enjoy...oh, shit!" The moment he laid his eyes on Pars, and caught sight of the emerging shaft from the pouch in his crotch, Heath knew exactly what they meant. With his body's heat shutting down, their cold bodies would definitely hasten things! He wanted to break free and run, but his legs weren't even responding properly, he couldn't even lift his feet out of the snow. But a greater cruelty was being prepared for him...Heath reached around and started rubbing his cold claws along his slit, making him yelp and try to squirm away. That part was especially sensitive, and if his scales were so easily chilled, he hated to think what the bare flesh of his cock would suffer...but the stimulation wasn't stopping.

"Come on, we want to see you come out and play for a little bit...there's something I've been wanting to do to you." Rico's voice had a tinge of malevolence in it, he knew this wasn't going to be the most pleasant thing for the Charmeleon, but it would be loads of fun for them. "You might even enjoy it, much as you don't want to."

"I...doubt that..." But Heath couldn't resist the touch, couldn't fight it off, and before long his body succumbed, forcing his dick out into the open and to harden despite the fierce cold. It took all he had not to be moaning in distress as his shaft was painfully battered by the frigid air, utterly unprotected from the temperature, as heatless as the rest of his outer body once it was no longer guarded in its hiding spot. How he could remain hard in such a state, he didn't know, but it wasn't like he was being given a say in the matter.

"Hah...now we've got you where we want you...now let's get the fun really started!" Rico shoved Heath forward, forcing him over and making him plunge his hands into the snow. Heath let out a yell as the cold enveloped his hands, quickly rendering them mostly useless; it was like they were numb from the chill freezing his muscles, but could still feel every bit of the cold, just like his feet. But the worst part was his dick sinking into the snow as well, becoming sharply painful as the icy touch wrapped around it mercilessly. Even his slit was flush with the powder, helping to sap the heat from his interior. He didn't even know if there was any more being produced, if there was it wasn't enough.

Pars gripped his head, and that frosty dick was forced inside, making him let out a muffled cry as the chill pierced him. The taste on his tongue was sharp, physically with the barbs on the tip and also with the cold and somewhat bitter taste, and his throat was soon subjected to the chill, spurts of pre sliding down his throat and into his gut, slowly leeching more heat from his core. Although it was forced, he couldn't bite down and try to get it out, his jaw was too chilled to allow any real force to be applied...all he could do was take it.

His ass fared no better. Rico had no trouble with his tail flame; already heavily weakened by the lack of heat, all the Weavile had to do was clench a hand around it and it was snuffed entirely, leaving only the stray gases to slowly trickle out without igniting. With his tail forced upwards, his exposed hole was already puckering against the cold, and by the time Rico drove in, he was even tighter than he should've been. It was harsh, he could feel the barbs raking against him, sending the freeze into his walls, making him tense down even more...all he was doing was making it better for Rico, and he could no nothing to stop that. As the two Weaviles started pounding him from both ends, he could only endure what they had to give him, driving his body temperature lower.

"Fuuuck...his mouth feels amazing, it's awesome how good it is without all those flames," Pars groaned in overt pleasure. Heath was swallowing mostly involuntarily around him, his jaw tensing but never biting, and the tightness was incredibly pleasurable. And without the oppressive heat, the softness of that mouth was quite pleasant and stimulating. His hands gripped the reptile's crest, ensuring he could go nowhere that Pars didn't want him to go.

"Ngh, y-yeah, I'll bet...he's got a great ass, too, so tight and yet so eager...you're gonna love it." Rico was holding tight to Heath's body as he pounded in at high speed, driving himself in hard and fast just like he wanted to. It clutched him tight, making him feel the tension all along his cock and letting his barbs flex back and forth as he went in and out, giving him wild sparks of pleasure all throughout. "Heh, I think he's enjoying it too, maybe doesn't want to be but something tells me he's getting something out of it!"

Heath really wanted to claim it wasn't true, that the ice sliding over his dick was nothing more than a torment, the pair of cocks within him were doing nothing but torturing him...but there was a problem with that, it wasn't the whole truth. As much as the unpleasantness was there, he could feel jolts of pleasure joining in, striking him when and where he least expected it. When Rico's freezing cock jabbed his prostate, it was like a lightning bolt through him, hard to fight against...and despite the fierce cold on his cock, it was still stimulating him, teasing him and keeping him hard in spite of itself. His eyes watered, partly from the chill, partly from the pain, partly from his body's tension as pleasure forced its way to the surface...in fact, the pain was almost aiding it, making his nerves light up more and more and carrying all the signals better. He could feel the churning in his balls, the one part of him that still felt like it had any warmth at all...and he knew that that would be gone if he let his load go, leaving him totally drained. He had to fight it...but he couldn't. He couldn't resist the pleasure at all, couldn't hold back the sensations, and as they crept closer and closer, he felt the prospect of escape dim further.

The two Weaviles were getting close, too, their own pressures building up as the seconds turned to minutes. They could tell they'd robbed the Charmeleon of most of his core heat already, and were more than happy to finish the job; it was unparalleled satisfaction, not just getting a great fuck but doing it to finish off their foe's last resistance, a foe that should have had them dead to rights. Victory never felt so good, literally...and there was more fun to come, so they weren't feeling any urgency to hold back.

The end came for all three of them at just about the same time. Pars yelled out as he rammed his dick deep into Heath's throat, spurts of icy fluid surging down into his body to plunge him into a deeper freeze and put the final touch on the Charmeleon's shutdown. Rico, at his rear, wasted little time adding his own load, making sure he was blasted from both sides in the process. They weren't light loads, round after round was being pumped into Heath, icing his insides over...with a muffled cry, he lost his own battle, his cock painfully constricting, heat passing through the inside while cold enveloped the outside, as his balls expelled the last warm thing within him, his seed shooting through the snow and melting it slightly, creating a sticky slurry of water and cum. He could literally feel the warmth die out from his balls, slowly draining them of fire...as they did, he could feel them tighten up and shrivel down, slowly becoming less active until the last of his seed was expelled. With one final twitch they shut down completely, mirroring his inner furnace which was now fully quelled by the frigid cum that had painted his insides.

Finally, Heath's cock mercifully receded into his slit, his body not maintaining his erection without any activity from his gonads. He panted hard as his mouth was freed from Pars's cock, the ice biting into his lungs but he didn't bother trying to keep his mouth closed, there was no heat left to escape. He was shivering, weak, there was no way he could fight now, no way he could run, no way he could escape...whatever the Weaviles wanted to do, they could. Incredible how useless he felt without his weapon...but then again, who could be strong when robbed of what made them what they were?

When Rico pulled out, Pars was quick to hop behind him and take his place. Heath didn't bother fighting as he felt another cock jam into his ass, which remained excruciatingly tight...it was almost a relief to have something up there to break the tension a bit. His mouth opened a bit as he expected Rico to try it out...but then he was pulled back, Pars laying them down and pumping in from below, not quite as hard as Rico did. There was a moment of confusion, until he saw Rico's cock take aim at his own slit. The lizard's eyes went wide as saucers. "Wh...n-no, w-wait-!"

There was no waiting. That icy cock, longer and thicker than his, plunged deep into his slit, forcing the ice up against the most sensitive flesh he had. He let out the loudest yell he could, which was already quite weak given his exhaustion, as a cacophony of pain and pleasure raged through him, emanating from his violated passage. And Rico pulled no punches - in half a dozen thrusts, he'd reached full embedding, the end of his cock nestled up against Heath's retracted dick, forcing stimulation into it despite it's dormancy. With a nod to each other, the two Weaviles went to down, driving in in tandem and delivering a devastating mix of sensations to the neutralized Charmeleon.

He wasn't really sure what to think of it. The sensations in his ass, the pinching from the cold and the scratching from the barbs on Pars's shaft, were familiar and harsh enough, especially when they collided with his prostate which didn't seem to be any less sensitive in his emasculated state. But his slit was a thousand times more sensitive, he could feel every bit of the cold and scratching and stretching in it so much more powerfully, so strong that he couldn't even process it all at once, the feelings mixed together into a dazing whirlwind that just wouldn't stop. And the thudding so deep against his cock, pushing it aside like it didn't matter one bit, the barbs raking against the tip each time...it should have been an absolute nightmare. Yet, he couldn't say it was, he couldn't find it in him to complain...the pain, harsh as it was, was joined by a bizarre pleasure that ran parallel with it, turned it upside down, teamed up with it to beat into his brain. And maybe the lack of heat was making his mind sluggish, but...he was starting to get into it. The freezing sensations, the merciless attack on his cock and ass, the mix of agony and ecstasy was pummeling him, he could only be along for the ride, and the pain part felt like it was turning down in favor of the pleasure. Mindless moans crept out of his mouth, just loud enough for the Weaviles to hear.

"Ha...what a bitch, he's loving it," Pars panted; the weight of everyone on him was a bit hard to deal with, but he was still having a good time and wasn't letting up on the Charmeleon's ass. It wouldn't be long before his next eruption, and he was looking forward to pasting that rear with his icy load.

Rico was in better position and laughing at the sight of the submitting reptile. "We found a good one, Pars, I hope we can keep him for a while." That slit was tighter than the other hole, softer too, hugging him endlessly and almost trying to keep him inside...he tried to imagine that the Charmeleon's slit wanted his cock more than its own, a thoroughly arousing idea, and one that spurred him to buck in harder. This would be one last surprise for Heath, a final touch to demonstrate the ultimate domination they'd exerted over his body, and all he needed to do for it was cum...and that was imminent. "Rgh...this is it...here it comes!"

"Me too!" Pars's arms wrapped tightly around Heath as he blew, sending his icy semen deep into the Charmeleon's body, adding to what Rico had left in there before, with even added cold now that there was no heat competition at all. The icy fluid felt even harsher on his insides than before, making him shake a bit more...but that was nothing compared to what Rico was doing. With a loud yowl, he unloaded into Heath's slit, the super-cold cum flooding his passage and freezing him deeply...in fact, literally, he could feel a sheen of ice cake the area around his cock, solidifying and trapping him. It was the coldest sensation yet, an endless freeze around his cock that overpowered what the snow had done to him...and so powerful that he felt his body seize up, rock back and forth...he was having an orgasm, despite his gonads being turned off the wave of pleasure was unmistakable, utterly dry and impotent but sending a tirade through his brain, his eyes rolling back into his head briefly as he saw stars. It stayed around longer than he expected, flooding him with bizarre, almost wrong pleasure for nearly a minute before it faded away, leaving him drained beyond drained.

Dimly, he realized that Rico had pulled his dripping cock out of his slit...and that his slit wasn't closing up. The harsh wintery air was rushing inside, making him tense up as it painfully rushed into him. He tried to force it closed and found he couldn't, the muscles had locked into position and that freezing cum kept them there, exposing him indefinitely to the deepest chill. And...he didn't really find he wanted it closed. Something about this...it didn't feel right, but it felt just. They'd beaten him so completely thoroughly...they could do what they wanted with him, and he had no ability or right to deny that. Any thought of complaint was beaten down...maybe it was his dulled mind, but he wasn't feeling like there was any urgency.

Finally Pars pulled out of him and tossed him over into the snow. He landed face-first, his muzzle burying itself into the powder and spiking the pain...but he didn't move, let the pain come, let it happen until he felt arms pull him up.

"Heh...we really took it out of him," Rico snickered. "So compliant now...let's enjoy him while we have the chance."

"You got it," Pars agreed, helping the other Weavile pull their prey with them. This was only to be the start of things...who knew what they could do with the extra time?

---

"I don't recall allowing this," Polarr grunted as he looked down over the two Weaviles and their Charmeleon plaything. There had been suspicions, but now he knew that they'd been keeping a prisoner the past couple of days, and he wasn't happy about it.

Rico nodded, averting his gaze. "He came in of his own volition and he was going to cause trouble. All we wanted to do was neutralize that, and we did...we thought it might be fun to keep him around for a while."

"Be that as it may, it's not our position to keep prisoners. You should have turned him loose after making sure he wasn't going to be a problem anymore."

"Yeah, but...he was an experiment."

Polarr glared down at him. "And you know what I told you about performing experiments on unwilling subjects?"

"He was willing! Well, I mean, he said he'd let us do our worst to him, and he didn't fight it-"

"Enough. What's done is done, but you can't keep him any longer. Undo what you did to him and let him go."

"Aw man..." Pars griped.

"W-wait..." All three eyes turned towards Heath, who was looking up at the Beartic shakily. "I want...I want them to keep me."

"...Really." Polarr did not sound convinced.

"Y-yeah...I know it's weird, I don't really know why, but...I'm...I need to feel this. I need it..."

The Beartic looked between them, the two hopeful Weaviles and the Charmeleon, suspecting something shady was going on. He couldn't prove it, but he wasn't totally sure the Charmeleon's desires were really his own...but because he couldn't prove it, and he still had a bit of a bias towards his own kind...

"Very well. You can keep him for a few weeks, so long as you don't hurt him."

"Yes! Thank you, Master Polarr!"

"Just watch yourselves. And make room for your masters if we should become curious." With a snort, he turned and stomped away, wondering if he should let the other masters know about this...even if he wasn't an authorized prisoner, a round of fun with him might be worth it. And take some pressure off their human slave, who only had so much stamina...

"That went way better than I thought it would." Rico breathed a sigh of relief and turned back with a grin to their captive. "And here I thought we were going to have to coerce you into agreeing."

"Not at all...I really wanted to stay and be your slave."

"Didn't expect that when we first ran into you," Pars remarked. "What makes you want to stay so bad?"

"I...maybe this is weird, but...I don't want to stop feeling cold so soon. It's tight and feels painful all over, but I don't think I've ever felt so...so alive before. And it feels incredible being fucked like this, so much stronger and crazier than I ever thought possible. And...I want to see how long I can handle it, I want to be pushed to the edge of my limits."

"More than happy to accommodate you," Rico said. "But you realize that the longer we keep you like this, the more it's going to affect you, right? We've basically made your balls dormant, your hormone levels are gonna plummet...you're gonna soften up, lose a lot of strength, and probably lose a few inches off that cock of yours before too long. It could take a lot longer to get that back once we start you up again."

"That just means more room for you to fuck my slit with, Master Rico." He blushed a bit as he said it, but it clearly excited him. It was a real change from Heath's initial state, he'd barely been able to talk at first, his mind was so dulled...but it had cleared up more with time, as he'd adjusted to his new state, and as it did he realized how much he enjoyed his unorthodox position. There was a certain amount of fun in it, even the pain was enjoyable, he liked having his body bathed in ice and being forced to feel that sharpness. And the pleasure was even better, with his slit and ass fucked repeatedly without remorse, he found every time he got it he wanted it more. It had been easy to accept the role of slave, the two Weaviles had earned the right, and with his now mindset the prospect of further being altered was actually enticing rather than frightening.

Rico grinned at him; he was enjoying this compliance as well. "Heh, I'll take that for sure...hm, but I'm gonna change things up for you for a bit..." He reached into the Charmeleon's slit, breaking the icy prison and forcing his cock out into the open air, working to force it into hardness again by slowing the blood flow and freezing it a bit inside; already he wondered if it hadn't gotten a bit smaller. With a smirk, he formed a ring of ice around the base, locking it to the scales and ensuring that the dick couldn't pull back. "You'll get to have your cock out in the cold until we're ready to undo that. And I think before that happens, we're gonna make you have a dip in the lake...can't wait to see how you react to ice water."

A shiver of mixed cold and thrill went through Heath; it was frightening and exciting at the same time, he knew it would be even more extreme and he wanted it. "I can't wait, Master..."