Well, that earns a shriek. And were it not for the restraints holding him down, he would have arched off the slab. As it was, he tries, all but writhing under Overlords hand's and mouths he fights it all. The heat, the sensation, the oncoming burst-

And spark, he used to like it a bit rough. The mix is terribly, terribly satisfying and-

"N...naah...AAAHN!"

With a final desperate cry his body gives in, energy feeling like it's arching off of him with the overload's intensity. He's a puppet to it as much as Overlord, and it's all he can do to ride it out, hating every moment of it as much as he soaks it up.