If their had been any rationality left to him at this point, he would have promptly asked what in the hell she was doing with his ass, but as he's so out of it, he's not even aware of what's happening until she's already forcing him to cum by massaging his prostate. Even before then, dull pleasure was starting to develop into burning pain.<br/><br/>Their were grumbles of protestation as she forced more fingers up inside his ass, but he's not in any position to do much more than grumble; that and stare at the tv.For both of their sakes, however, it's damnably effective, and ends up getting her what she needed, what the twisted device had demanded of her.<br/><br/>After she had swallowed his baby batter, he just focused sullenly at the tv. "I know what you're doing." He suddenly says, in an accusatory way, at it. "But the gnomes are going to get me!" Despite this sounding like paranoid rambling, he actually sounds elated by the prospects of being gotten by them. "They're going to get you, too." This is clearly a threat he's huffing out, once more directed at the tv.<br/><br/>His lower body was extremely sore now, though the drugs took a bit of the edge off it; he would definitely be feeling it later, though. First time he's had anything poking him in the ass, and it ends up being two fingers? And she'd been understandably none-too-gentle, either. Eesh.  At least, for his sake, he's unlikely to remember any of this.<br/><br/>As for right now, maybe it's the drugs, or maybe it's just being worn out (despite not actually doing anything), or some combination,  but he ends up falling asleep on the couch, still mostly naked.