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Continued from Pt. 5.

"Flipping the little man onto his back, Calvin went in for the kill. There was something so satisfying in bringing Aaron as close to the edge as possible without going over, and with nothing but the adept prodding of his fingers. He’d had a knack for it from the start, but with practice over time he’d truly perfected the skill. It reminded him of all the juggling and balance games he was so fond of as a boy: toys that stimulated and calmed the mind by demanding one’s focus. Of course none of the toys from his childhood could offer the spectacular and kinky finish that Aaron did.

The reward for his patience and dexterity (when he chose to collect it), were all the delightful squeaks and spasms for his ears and fingers to enjoy. The angry pulses of the hot little peg under his fingertip, in particular, never got old. As he watched Aaron respond to the command of his touch with spurt after spurt, Calvin let out a deep, belly laugh.

“Oh ho hooo! Look at that!”"

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