"Oh no, we can't have that," said a voice. There was no one in the room. I guessed it to be an intercom. "No, we need your teen body nice and hard for the procedure." A large door opened, one I hadn't noticed before. In walked a young boy. "Are we ready to begin?" he asked. I tried to answer, but found that I could not talk. All I could do was make moaning noises. "Oh, right," the boy said, "we've removed your vocal cords. You won't be able to talk, but you will be able to moan ... and," he added with a grin, "scream."

I struggled against my bonds, but it was no use. I was firmly attached to the ceiling. I looked at the boy with a look of desperation, pleading with my eyes for him to let me go. "No." he said simply. "Let's begin." He pulled a remote out of his pocket, and pressed a button. The machine between my legs made whirring noises, and the top of the cone opened up. A large metal tentacle emerged, moved around in front of me, then swung behind me and touched my ass. It pushed against my hole, slowly forcing itself into my ass. I moaned a little, until I realized that once it was in my ass, it began expanding, filling my bowels. I jerked my body around, but it was no use.

"Now for the second part," said the boy. Another tentacle emerged, this one very very slender. What second part? I wondered, what else is there to fill? I soon got an answer as the tentacle caressed my cock. It was rubbing back and forth underneath the head, using tiny little arms to bring me to full attention. I was hornier than I've ever been in my life. Then the machine stopped. I was disappointed, thinking that was all the attention my cock would get. I was so wrong.

It brought the tip of the tentacle to my piss slit, and rubbed the precum that had come out. It pushed against my cock, slowly. It moaned, it felt good. Then it pushed some more, into my cock, past the head, and slowly down the shaft. My body was wreathing in pain, I screamed, continuing to pull on my bonds. I cried out, knowing there was nothing I could do but scream. The boy stood there and laughed, I noticed quite a tent in his pants. The tentacle went deeper, into my cock root. I felt it reach a barrier, and it stopped. But then something else happened. I felt a slight vibration in my cock, one that turned to stinging.

The boy was holding the remote, turning a dial. The more he turned, the more I felt something surge through my cock. "Yes," said the boy, as if he knew what I was thinking, "this is electricity flowing through your pathetic cock. It comes into your ass, passes by your prostate, and then shoots through your cock. I can increase or decrease the amount, making it pleasurable, or making you experience the worst pain in your life. Let's just skip the pleasure part, shall we?" At that, he turned the dial all the way, as jolts of electricity shot through my cock. I screamed, my body shook violently on its own, I had no control. I felt as if someone were slicing my cock to shreds from the inside.

The boy lowered the amount to a tolerable, but still painful level. He pressed another button, and a third tentacle came out and grabbed my balls. I heard gears clicking as it squeezed them ... more and more pain shot into my body. The machine didn't stop. It kept going, slow but steady, forcing the life out of my balls. I screamed as it popped both my balls, leaving nothing but a sack of mush.

"And now for your pathetic cock," said the boy, as he pressed another button. I felt the electricity stop, and the rod in my cock began to grow. It was actually getting thicker! I groaned as it pushed against the walls of my urethra, stretching my cock to an unbelievable size. It kept going, and soon the crown split in two, followed by my urethra, as my cock burst into two large pieces.

Through my screaming, I heard the boy moan ... moans of pleasure.

I awoke sitting in a chair, my arms and legs tied down. I could feel my cock and balls! They weren't gone! There was a large piece of metal hanging above my head. I was in a basement ... I knew it from somewhere, but wasn't sure. In walked my boyfriend. "Well," he said, "did you have a nice session? You fucking bitch, you deserve all you get from cheating on me." That's when I remembered, his little brother had set me up, made everyone believe I had sex with him. I tried to talk through my gag, but it was no use. My boyfriend just stepped over to the metal above my head and flipped a switch. "Well, we'll just have to erase your memory and go again."

I awoke with my hands tied to the ceiling of a large white room.