Someone comes and helps him out

Cass suffers in anguished bliss, no matter how much he struggles he can't steel himself towards the sensations wracking his body and every time the toys vibrate inside of him he's' left trembling by the overwhelming pleasure. It feels so incredible and if it just lasted a little bit longer then he would finally be able to climax, but it never does, each time it activates just long enough to reduce him to a wimpering mess but not nearly so long enough to drive him over the edge.

Even worse than the inability to cum is the apprehension, the toys seem to activate at random intervals, sometimes activating several times in quick succession leaving him panting for air around the gag blocking his mouth and sometimes it seems to go forever between activation his entire body dreading it building with anxiety until despite his expectations he's sent wailing by an unexpected **** from the toys.

So Cass endures this as best as he can, he doesn't know quite how long he does this, his entire sense of time reduced to the moment between each series of vibrations, any time he tries to muster up his mental faculties enough to try and figure it out he's quickly brought low by another mind-shattering attack from the toys. His entire body is on edge, his nipples and cock, throbbing deliciously with both pleasure and pain, his asshole a writhing mess as it tries to shove the toy inside either out or stimulate himself enough to be able to finally orgasm.

He's so entranced by the sensations stunning his body that he doesn't even hear when someone opens the door, nor notice when the lights in the office are turned on, mostly due to the blindfold blocking his sight.

"Jana, I have that file you asked for, are you here?" A voice calls out timidly, before a shocked gasp. "Oh my god! Cassidy!?"

The words shock him out of his dumbfounded daze, desperately trying to form words around the gag in his mouth, not sure exactly what his body is trying to say but failing regardless and only making animalistic grunts, these are quickly turned to howls of pleasure when he's broken down by an especially long **** by the vibrators, his legs collapsing underneath him and leaving him hanging off the desk.

"Are you okay?" The concerned voice asks him, moving closer. "Do you need help?"

He lays there, leaning onto the desk for support, trying to recover enough to be able to try and signal this person in some way when the blindfold is removed, his tear-stained face revealed to the world but the light far too bright and blinding for his unaccustomed eyes. It takes him some time to adapt to the new brightness, which is interrupted several times by a stupefying blitz of vibrations. Eventually he looks up to see the incredibly concerned face of Molly staring down at him with a curious mix of pity and adoration, her eyes roaming over his naked body as if to fully take in the situation.

"I'm going to take off the gag, Cass." She says reassuringly while her hands move to unclasp it from behind his head. "It's going to be okay, I'm here now."

Finally the ball that he's been clenching his teeth around for what feels like hours is removed, he finds his entire face stained with saliva from where it had poured out from between his lips, the muscles in his jaw sore from constantly clamping down or struggling to try and push out or breather around the gag. There's only one thing on his mind once the gag has been removed though, only one **** need that he needs fulfilled, a fervent wish that he has no way of nor no desire to deny.

"I need to cum!" Cass begs pathetically, his voice trembling with pleasure. "Please Molly, I need it. Use your hands, your mouth, whatever."