One of the guys (seriously, anyone is fine. I don't mind if it's one of big three or the more minor boys) gets strapped to a bed with a vibrating buttplug inside them. Whether they get freed or not by someone else is up to you, I just want them really hurting by the end of it.

Overhead, light flows across the ceiling, expanding and contracting like a slow pulse matching his own. His eyes are heavy and growing heavier with as indeterminate time passes. The pile of clothes under him shifts, his back arches further to accommodate it, he's drifting, comfortable and pulsing like these little specks of light on the ceiling. Slow and dimmed at first, Gamzee becomes aware of of his hand lying on his stomach.