There are six strong women holding me down as they bring out my tormenter, the crowd cheering as she saunters towards my vulnerable form. I’ve seen what they do to people like me, I’m screaming and crying, begging them not to go through with it. Men who have survived say it is so painful they still ache years after they were punished. My exposed genitals are shrunken in fear, hoping that they will remain unscathed if they remain in their shriveled state. She has no mercy, she is the best for a reason, and she has been given the honor to punish me in such a foul way. I’ve heard legends of what happened to men who set foot on their island, how they would strip them naked in front of the entire island and do unspeakable things to them. I was hoping those rumors weren’t true, I was wrong.

I frantically tried to squirm away as she is brought a machine I recognize from the farm I grew up on. I knew just how powerful the suction of that milking machine she held was, and I also knew exactly how unforgiving the inside would be on me. She turned the machine on and as it whirred for life, one of the women holding me still reached down and steadied my limp cock. It was a tight fit to begin with and I wasn’t even hard yet, oh god it was gonna be the worst experience. She pushed the machine over the head of my cock, my foreskin pulling back almost painfully as she continued to push. It was too tight! My cock was in a vice and yet the harsh sucking whir of the machine managed to make my cock harden.

I was only at half mast but I still screamed out in pain as it mercilessly dug into the underside of my cock. By the time I was fully hard, my vision was blurring and my cock was throbbing in both pain and pleasure. The dry friction of the device pulled on my foreskin and pinched my red, raw skin in waves of pure torment. My poor cock was being crushed by the machine and to make matters worse it kept squeezing tighter rhythmically, causing my toes to curl in agony. I groaned as it was turned off and ripped from my sore cock, scraping and pulling uncomfortably as it did so and leaving a purple mark on the top half of my erection.

I could feel it throbbing, and I knew it was probably bruised, which made her poking and prodding even worse to endure. She pinched at the tender head of my cock and I let out a pitiful whimper, which only made her squeeze harder. Tears welled in my eyes as I felt her sharp nail dig into the underside of my bruised, throbbing cock. The pain and the adrenaline had turned my cock into a hot steel rod, which is exactly what she wanted in order to torture me properly. I saw her lips twitch into a evil smirk as she beckoned for her henchmen to bring me to the other side of the arena. At this point the crowd began to cheer, bewildered, I trailed my eyes around the arena until I saw it.

Over near the right corner of the arena was what looked to be a black smith’s station. It was complete with a forge and pot, as well as an anvil and a very hefty looking hammer. The part that made my guts squirm was the blood covered table directly at crotch height. I flailed and pushed as hard as I could, but it was no use, the women were too strong for me to escape. I fought them until I reached the tormenter, her back turned to me as she pulled what looked to be a stone funnel from underneath the haunting table. She placed it face down on the table and with a pair of metal tongs she took the red hot pot out of the furnace, and placed it beside the funnel. As I was drug closer I noticed the molten liquid within the pot and began to scream in pure terror.

Nothing good could come from what was about to happen and I knew it. A tear ran down my cheek as she placed the tip of the funnel over the now purple slit in my cock. Rubbing the rough surface over the sore slit, chafing it raw. I sobbed as she kept pushing on the tender head of my cock, mashing it down vigorously at the tip and causing my vision to swirl. The head of my cock was already so tender, the harsh butt of the funnel slamming into such a sensitive area had me wobbly at my knees. I was trembling with each harsh push and she didn’t stop until I was crying. She fumbled with it for a bit before she set it aside and told one of the guards

“I’m gonna have to tear this one!”

TEAR THE SLIT?! Was she saying that she was going to TEAR the tender opening of my cock? I didn’t even have time to think about the implications before she was handed some small metal contraption, and it was pushed into my slightly less hard cock. I jerked as hard as could in my captors grip and let out the loudest scream yet as she pulled the trigger and the device abruptly widened. I felt as the rim of my cock tore practically in half, searing pain shooting all the way up my tattered cock and into my abdomen.

The crowd was cheering but I could barely hear over the ringing in my ears as she removed the device and harshly shoved the butt end of the funnel down my cock. She hadn’t even given me a moment of rest for my poor broken cock, the now larger opening was more sensitive than ever and the surface of the stone funnel was as harsh as sandpaper. She cruelly began fuck the bleeding slit of my cock with the funnel, making me cry out in pain. Slowly forcing it to rest roughly an inch past the torn opening of my cock. Stretching the untorn insides in a beyond sinister way. It was the worst pain I had ever felt in my entire life and she wasn’t even finished with me yet.

I was weak and sweating as I was brought closer to the dreaded table, and my cock was bruised, bleeding, and somehow still hard through all the pain. The crowd grew eerily quiet as she reached for the pot of what looked like molten glass, one of my captors reaching around to hold my battered cock upright. I was openly crying now, and was trying to mentally prepare for what was next. Nothing could have prepared me for the pain that followed.
I watched in fear as she slowly tipped the pot, the red hot liquid slowly pouring out and into the funnel. I felt the heat first, but then it was overpowered by the all encompassing burning pain of the molten glass. It burned its way to the base of my cock, searing the vulnerable insides like fire, I was thrashing in the women’s grip as the glass burned like acid on the inside of my cock. If it weren’t for the strong arm’s holding me upright I would have collapsed completely from the pulsating pain. As the sting of the hot glass made its way past the base of my cock and into even more sensitive areas, I blacked out.

I woke up screaming as I felt the now cooled glass catch on the exposed nerve endings within my mutilated cock. It was a sensation unlike anything I had ever felt before, and it almost hurt as badly as the initial burning. Every time I moved it would catch a new spot that made tears well in my eyes and a scream break loose from my throat. She had no mercy as she stepped closer once again and flicked the exposed part of glass coming from the torn slit of my permanently erect cock. It shifted slightly and it was all it took for me to feel as though I had been kicked in the balls by a mule. The very end of the glass was definitely catching on the seminal cord, which made me wretch. And to my dismay she kept moving the glass rod, pulling on the burnt, bleeding insides of my cock, and simultaneously making it feel as though my balls were in a vice. To make matters worse she reached down and squeezed my exposed testicles while she gave the hardest tug on the glass yet. She pulled so hard I felt my slit tear a fraction more. My vision blurred and I vomited all over the ground at the surge of pain that made my groin throb and ache.

She let go abruptly and before I had even recovered her henchmen pulled me forward in one harsh motion, that brought my swollen balls into the hard oak table, with my battered cock laying on top. My throat hurt from screaming, and my balls were being crushed between the table and my pelvis. To make everything even worse, they held me there, pressed against the table, trying anything to make the pain stop. They pushed so hard I was afraid my balls would rupture from the pressure, before pulling back enough to let them dangle below the table’s edge.

My breathing was labored and my entire groin was red and sore from all the abuse. The worst was yet to come and I was just getting the pain to simmer down when I was reminded of the brutality of these women. She slammed her fist down as hard as she could onto the bruised part of my cock and my eyes flew open in time to see the smirk on her face, before another devastating blow was placed at the base of my cock. Every hit pressed the open wound which was the inside of my cock into the still warm glass. My vision was swimming from all the strategic hits as she paused to grab what would ultimately be my end.

I had only a second of coherence before the hefty hammer was brought down onto the exposed piece of glass at the slit of my cock. I cried, and screamed, thrashing wildly as the crowd broke out into applause. The glass broke into microscopic shards inside my cock, some flying into the meaty part of my shaft, most digging into the already sensitive inside skin of my cock. I could see blood pouring from tiny punctures in my most sensitive areas, a few pieces almost cutting the tip of my cock in half. The two guards let go and allowed me to fall to the ground in agony.

I reached down to shield my genitals from the pain but it only made matters worse as I pushed a few rogue pieces of glass further into my cock. I was shaking so hard it looked as though I was having a seizure, the men who had escaped were correct to say that it was the worst thing to ever happen to them. I was in so much pain I didn’t even notice the two guards returning to sit me up, with my arms behind my back. Two more women grabbed my legs and spread them, I panicked in their grasp, thinking the torture was over by now.

I was wrong.

The merciless woman drug the anvil as close as she could to my exposed groin before she tilted the anvil up at a 90 degree angle. My cock was resting on my stomach in my slightly laid back position, bleeding all over my abs, leaving my vulnerable balls exposed to attack. It almost seemed to happen in slow motion as she let go of the anvil. I watched with wide eyes as it slowly came down to rest on my red, sore sack. The anvil pushed my balls into the hard ground, crushing them in seconds of pure torture, cracking them like eggs and sending sperm and blood up my burning shaft. Every spurt of cum made my balls flair with immense pain, and caused the inside of my cock to bleed and sear with pain. My cum was like molten lava moving up my tortured shaft, and it just kept coming and coming. The hot torrent of blood a cum pushing pieces of glass out the sore tip of my cock. I was in so much pain that before I could think I was pulling back, causing the squashed insides of my nutsack trapped under the anvil to pull on my glass ridden seminal cords. They let me squirm in anguish for a few moments before the anvil was lifted to reveal my squashed nuts, the cum had just ceased when a heeled boot mercilessly began to trample my obliterated sack. My vision began to blur as short, painful pulses of cum shot out my raw shaft with each hit. Only when a second boot decided to roughly jab the glass ridden thing that was my cock, did I pass out.

I woke up the next morning tied to a wooden bed in the middle of the town square with a saline drip placed in both arms. My balls were swollen like an over full water balloon, deflated and aching. My cock was scabbed over and the inside as well as my torn slit was beyond sore upon waking. I was not sure what was happening, why I was in the square with a large crowd watching me take two IVs up my arms. I laid on the bed focusing on anything but the dull ache in my crotch for an hour before their intent became clear to me.

My bladder was full and I could feel the urge to pee rising as time dragged on. I was shaking at the thought of my warm piss going across the sore insides of my vulnerable cock, and the urge to pee had me biting back groans of discomfort. My Captor didnt like how strong my resolve was, so she took matters into her own hands, bringing her unyielding fist down onto my bladder. I screamed out in shock before I screamed out In agony. It burned worse than I could have imagined, and I kept going as the bags grew empty. The warm salty urine felt like fresh rug burns and steel wool pulling across the internal wounds of my shaft. Each time was worse than the last and by mid afternoon I was bleeding once again.

I was begging and screaming for it all to stop, hot, wet tears rolling down my sweat covered face as I felt the stinging salty piss make its journey once again. I was sobbing as my cock throbbed in pain, in time with the cheering of the crowd. As the pain began to dull she returned once again, inflicting even more pain onto my broken genitals as she cruelly drug her sharp nail across the scabbed over wounds at the head of my cock. She began to jerk my cock off in her dry callused hand, the rough drag more than I could take as she pulled and twisted so harshly my skin turned red. I was squirming as hard as I could and sobbing every time she got caught on my torn slit. She focused all her torture onto the tip of my cock now, the dry pull of her hand on my sensitive wounded cock made me scream out in terror and fresh blood come to the surface of my semi.

Suddenly she pinched each side of my gland with her hands as pulled as hard as she could, reopening the tender wound at the slit of my bleeding cock. To make matters worse warm salty piss shot up my aching shaft a few seconds later, giving me no reprise for the pain. Piss haphazardly sprayed out of my deformed slit, burning each and every wound as it did so, most noticeably the fresh wound at the tip of my cock. I screamed and whined as she began to fuck the larger opening with her finger, her sharp nail catching and scraping on the tender insides of my cock, as her finger stretched the raw hole. I was shaking violently, trying to pull away from the pain as she kept pushing into my sore cock. Over and over again, so roughly her finger would slam into the back of my cock, making fresh tears fall from my eyes. Her finger was covered in blood as she rubbed my poor cock raw from the inside.

She unceremoniously ripped her blood soaked finger from my abused shaft, making me sob and wretch in pain. The crowd was cheering but I could barely hear over the ringing in my ears, I was screaming and begging for her to have mercy on me. She pulled a lever on the floor and I thrashed in my restraints as the table was tilted into an upright position. As it slowly rose, her hands were rubbing me so hard and fast it almost burned, using my blood as lube to slick the torturous slide of her unrelenting fist. My cock refused to harden, likely in too much pain to do anything but shrivel in her grasp. She soon grew frustrated at my lack of enthusiasm, pulling her hand away and bringing it back down hard onto my poor cock. My screams elevated in pitch as her hands kept slapping my cock with vengeance, I thrashed each time she slapped my cock. She hit so hard my shaft was beginning to bruise, but the worst part was that every time she hit my cock it would slam into my scrambled testicles.

My balls had never been so tender, each hit jostling the broken remains in a way that made me feel as though I would shake apart at any given moment. There were still a few pieces of glass lingering in my shaft, making my life a living hell. Most I assume were removed while I was unconscious, but two or three pieces were lodged deep in the meat of my cock. Every time she slapped my cock I could feel the glass pinch the sensitive nerve endings. She wasn’t satisfied with her hands, so she pulled a whip from her belt and began a new wave of torture. She brought the leather ends down hard onto my limp cock, over and over and over. So fast and so hard my cock began to turn red, I was crying and sobbing as the hits just kept coming. My poor cock began to bleed, As I helplessly tried to pull away. The ends hitting me over and over, right on the puffy slit of my blistering cock. And she didn’t stop until tremors threatened to break the restraints that bound me.

I was still trembling from head to toe, sweating and crying so hard there was probably salty sweat and piss all over the stage. My balls felt like they were being ripped apart from the inside, and the slit of my cock was so raw And sore the air stung it. I was so weak and dizzy from the aching pain in my groin that I couldn’t even lift my head to see her next torture device. Suddenly I felt something at the tip of my battered cock, I flinched hard in an attempt to escape the inevitable but it was no use. I felt the cold liquid squirt down the screaming inside of my shaft, the relief short lived as it suddenly began to burn profusely. It burned almost as bad as the molten glass and tingled painfully as time went on. I was sobbing as it trickled slowly down the burnt insides of my cock, searing every last nerve as it went. It felt like a million tiny needles were poking and prodding the oversensitive inner workings, and putting me through even more pain. Just when I thought I was about to pass out from the sensation, it stopped.

I looked down just in time to see her spray the remaining contents of the syringe onto the torn slit of my cock. The sensations were too much to withstand on such a sensitive area, the dreaded liquid felt as though it was working its way INTO the torn flesh as opposed to rolling off it. After what felt like years of agonizing fiery torture, the pain receded and my cock wasn’t even a deeper shade of pink! It was amazing! So much pain and now here I was, perfectly fine once again....well maybe not my aching balls which had been spared from the searing, healing touch.

 

She wheeled another contraption closer to my newly healed cock, and I couldn’t help but anticipate the worst as she slid it over my vaguely sensitive shaft. The inside was wet with what could only be described as a heavenly lubricant. For the first time in days every nerve in, as well as outside, my cock was burning in a pleasant way. My cock was hard in mere seconds and before she could even turn it on, I felt myself grow close to orgasm. I was moaning as pleasure spiked in my veins, but my euphoria was very short lived. I tensed in agony as the broken remains of my balls tried to draw up. They kept flexing and releasing, trying to pump what cum remained in their shattered state. Every time they tensed it felt like they were being crushed all over again, the insides of my testicles were being squeezed and crushed by my own body. Each time they drew up I would scream out in pain and terror. It was a new wave of torture that threatened to break me as time went on. I was on the edge of a powerful orgasm, the lube working its magic even through the immense pain in my balls. My cock throbbed and suddenly I was cumming, crying and begging as my balls squeezed once more, so hard I thought I’d pass out. I kept cumming and cumming, each spurt crushing the shattered insides of my testicles, making my entire groin light up with pain.

I was shaking as the machine continued to suck and whirr through my orgasm, which seemed to go on and on. Each pleasurable throb of my cock was followed by a torturous throb in my balls. My throat was sore from all the agonizing screams by the time my orgasm finished, and my balls no longer tensed with the aftershocks. The pleasure of the lubricant as well as the sensitivity from my recent orgasm made me thrash away from the almost painful sensations. My balls were throbbing and purple, and my cock was one big sensitive nub. Every small movement of the machine made me tremble and sob at the raw pull of the merciless device. I felt like a virgin getting his dick wet for the first time, and the lube just made things worse and worse as time went on. I was crying by the time I got close again, my cock stinging so painfully I almost missed the molten glass. The bobbules and noddules at the top of the device felt like pins and needles on the exceedingly sensitive tip of my cock. She gave me no sympathy as she dialed the speed up two settings, making the sensations beyond bearable.

My cock was raw, the lube and my orgasm turning my cock into one big nerve. Despite the searing pain in my cock, my balls still drew up once again...causing me excruciating pain that reverberated all the way up into my abdomen, as I released again. My screaming cockhead sprayed the inside of the machine with the cum that was squeezed out of my useless testicles, and as the last few spurts were pumped painfully out of my wounded balls, I felt something slip into the tip of my cock. It felt slightly bumpy and it lit my cock up even worse than the devilish lube. Right as it reached the base of my cock, I had to fight to stay upright as the restraints suddenly went slack.

I fell forward, all my weight pressed onto the evil machine currently pulsating around my searing cock. My captor turned the crowd and as she gestured to me, yelled

“He is free now!”

She gave me a challenging glare as she looked from the dreaded device to my flushed face. There was a loud beep from the machine, before a small box like arm extended from within the inner workings...I barely had time to react as it closed around my abused sack and pulled them forward. I thrashed and wailed as it cruelly tightened around the shattered remains of my sore eggs. Between the aching pain in my balls and the screaming rawness of my cock I was struggling to stand. Hot wet sobs broke from my throat and it was all I could do not to scream in terror as I tried to pull away from the torture. The inside of the machine was unforgiving on my engorged cock, the once pleasant nodes turned worse than sandpaper.

As another choked off sob spilled from my drooling lips she cruelly turned the device up to full speed. The friction burned, the machine a blur on my overstimulated shaft. In a last attempt to save my likely unusable genitals I gave a hefty pull away from the horrid device. I only managed to slide out barely an inch for the barbed rod in my cock to catch the wrong way, sharp needle like barbs digging into the throbbing center of my cock. I let out the loudest scream yet as I was unable to escape from the onslaught of agony the device was designed to cause me. My balls were in an ever smaller box, getting rhythmically crushed as my raw cock was rubbed, sucked and twisted until I had no choice but to pull back more. This only pushed the barbs deeper into my shaft, and now caused my balls to be stretched painfully away from my body...all the sensitive insides squished closer together by the merciless machine.

The part of the machine crushing my balls kept getting tighter and tighter, and soon enough my balls were being rhythmically flattened by the contraption. My legs gave out as the shattered insides of my balls had no where to go once slammed between the unrelenting inside of the device. Smashing my broken eggs completely within my sensitive sack. I wretched and screamed, my weight giving out on me, pulling my burning cock from it’s torturous chamber in one dreadful pull. I gave a weak cry as the barbed node tore through my tattered cock in one devastating scrape. My cock was free but my destroyed testicles were still being compressed by the torturous device.

I shook as I felt the skin of my sack tear lightly from being stretched so far from the machine…my ruined testicles squishing painfully with each rhythmic contraction of the horrid machine. Blood and semen oozed from my now soft cock, as my balls were flattened Over and over. The woman had said I was free but the only way towards freedom was to tear the most sensitive pieces of me to shreds. The machine whirred and stuttered before it came to a halt…keeping my balls in a vice so tight all I could do was writhe on the ground through the constant agony. No reprieve was granted to me or my now useless testicles as they were pulled harshly by the machine which began to undulate. It tugged and pulled so hard on the fragile mutilated they threatened to tear from my body. It twisted the raw flesh over and over…pulling this way and that while the sensitive insides were crushed between the unforgiving confines of the machine.

It pulled so hard it moved my entire body which was taunt and shaking in torment. Before I could adjust a metallic claw extended from the machine and grabbed my screaming cock, which was covered in blood and destroyed beyond repair. It circled around the head of my cock…digging into the raw glands mercilessly before locking in place. It was pinched so tight it almost took away from the excruciating pain in my flattened balls. The merciless treatment continued until my vision was threatening to give out completely before my poor testicles were released from their vice…left to dangle against the rough ground, sore and deflated. My cock throbbed in its metal chamber and my balls pulsed with pain every time I took a shaky breath. Everything narrowed down to that for a while before my body was lifted onto some sort of platform, my balls limply hanging over the edge and my legs pulled and retrained to the plank. Just as I began to relax and large need was roughly shoved into the meat of my cock, it’s sharp tip scraping the deepest parts of me before injecting that dreadful mixture into my aching balls. I thrashed the best I could as it burned its way into my tortured sack, stinging me repeatedly in my most sensitive areas. My balls had never experienced such a brutal pain before…it hurt worse than the anvil and the machine combined.

 

The metal claw around the head of my cock was cutting harshly into my raw glands. My balls were still sizzling within my bruised sack, and I thought my eyes were going to bulge right out of my head when dozens of tiny needles were pushed from the claw. They pierced me in a perfect circle directly underneath the head of my cock, injecting me so painfully I thought this was were I died. The serum burned and burned for what felt like days before the burning finally stopped. The platform was attached to some sort of track in the ground, with little poles in the middle to keep it on course.

The aching relief of the torturous healing was short lived, the platform sped off towards my next destination. Every five seconds one of the poles in the middle of the track smashed into my freshly healed balls. I thrashed the best I could but there was no escaping, the needles were still embedded in the sensitive area under the head of my cock, scraping harshly if I thrashed too hard…not that I had to worry for long because after about five minutes of constant ballbusting I passed out. My balls left to limply dangle, vulnerable to the metal rods that showed no mercy.

My balls were almost black by the time the tracks met their end, I was still firmly unconscious as the claw retracted to let my cock fall limply towards the ground. It dangled over the platform with my beaten balls, bleeding slightly in a ring around the head of my cock. My next tormentor didn’t want me asleep for what was to come so she decided as she strolled towards me, I needed a wake up call. She squatted down to examine my fresh wounds, poking harshly at my once again swollen balls. Yet I did not wake…she was going to have to take things up a notch then. She reached into her boot and pulled out a lighter and the cigarette from behind her ear…studying my limp body and cock as she smoked. She smiled as she stepped closer once again, using her free hand to pull my cock to full attention. Reaching into her bag and pulling out a second cigarette, she let my cock stand full and proud in the wind before she lit the butt and put it towards her mouth. With the hand not holding my cock she pulled the much shorter cigarette from her mouth, holding it between two fingers as she carefully brought it closer to her target.

My eyes shot open as the flaming tip of the cigarette pushed against the slit of my drooling cock. I could do nothing but wail and thrash as she held it firmly against the puffy slit. Small pieces of ash falling onto my black balls and into my shrinking shaft. She laughed as she threw the butt away, stroking me once again as I trembled on the platform. I could smell my own burnt flesh, reminding me of the torture before and making me cry at what was to come. I noticed a bucket at her feet as the tip of my cock continued to scream in pain. I was given no time to recover from her harsh treatment, the bucket was dumped over my tattered balls. The stinging, burning liquid making me Gag and wretch as I was forced to heal once again. Quickly, before my balls stopped tingling she injected me directly in my seminal cords. It hurt so bad my vision went white, but then my cock was rock hard and my balls were drawing up, ready to shoot. The platform raised to an upright position once again, the restraints falling away letting me tumble to the ground. I hissed as the sore tip of my cock kissed the sandy ground. Quickly standing to wearily look towards my latest captor, she nodded towards the forest with a sympathetic look in her eyes. Was she….saving me? Maybe I had gotten lucky and was being given an escape, I thought as I ran off into the wooded area behind her. The grass was tall and feeling it lightly drag across my sensitive balls was driving me insane. Precum was constantly dripping down the front of my cock, it had burned immensely at first, but now it coated the slit of my cock, cooling down the burn as the air cooled it. I ran until I couldn’t run anymore and my cock was almost purple, desperate for some sort of friction. It was getting dark, and up ahead I saw a small cave so I headed towards it. As I sped towards the cave all I could think about was how good it was going to feel to fuck my fist once safely inside. I couldn’t wait to get off, almost at the cave right outside the entrance I fell to the ground and reached for myself. But I was interrupted by a vine that came from the cave.

I remained completely still as it slithered towards me like a large snake, winding around my middle and pulling me quickly inside the cave. Before I could even scream a dozen more of those slimy things bound me. They held me up in the air, my wrists together behind my back and my legs spread wide. When my head was turned to the side that’s when I saw it. The small camera placed in the cave, and in that moment I knew whatever was about to happen was going to hurt. Struggling was no use as the foreign appendages were strong, holding me and moving me as if I weighed nothing at all. The worst part was my cock was still throbbing and twitching desperately. Sticky precum almost coating my shaft after the long dash to the cave. Whatever she had injected me with had made my balls feel full, as if I’d been edged for days. It almost hurt how full they were and my cock was so hard I could feel its muscles straining. The creature let me squirm before a large slippery vine wrapped around my shaft, not stroking it just gripping it hard enough for me to feel it. Cooler around me like a snake the very end of it turned towards me and my eyes widened in fear as it opened up a mouth with dozens of teeth lining it’s tube like walls. I shook all over as I felt the teeth slide over my aching shaft, it felt so good but I was so terrified I couldn’t push myself over the edge. It locked its front set of teeth at the base of my cock, hard enough to pinch but not hard enough to bruise. It held the position for an eternity before I felt it’s rows of teeth grinding against my throbbing shaft. Chewing it lazily and despite my fear It felt really good, all those hard nubs rubbing every inch of me. Before I knew it I was close to cumming, but as I trembled on the precipice the pleasure gave way to pain. The teeth worked harder against me, scraping roughly and crushing my cock between them. They pushed so hard against my cock I was afraid they’d break skin but they never did. Suddenly they let up their pressure, a long rod shooting out and into the tip of my cock. The mouth pulled back once it was inside, the teeth dragging lightly across my beyond hard cock as it went. I could feel it going further down my shaft, before I felt it expand slightly. It pulled halfway out, then shoved itself back to the base in a quick jerking motion. Then it did so again and again oozing slime that tingled pleasantly. Squirting some down into my already full balls, making me even more desperate for release. I was twitching and shaking trying anything to go over the edge, but it was impossible with the rod fucking my urethra. I needed to cum so badly but knew I couldn’t with that thing inside me, I whined as it expanded larger again. Now it was lightly stretching me open as it continued to fuck me hard enough for my eyes to roll back in my head.

Suddenly I was moaning and arching my back, cumming despite the rod in my cock. However, nothing came out and despite nothing coming out it still left me breathless. The aftershocks seemed to be extended as I felt it expand once again, a twinge of pain at the slightly larger stretch causing my entire body to jerk. After that it stopped fucking my slit, just held itself halfway inside my cock. Then I saw bumps moving down the exposed part of the rod. Tears brimmed in my eyes as they moved down my stretched shaft, pulling me apart further than the rod then settling in my overstuffed balls. There had to be at least 60 of them making their home in my delicate orbs…pulling my balls down with their weight. When the bumps had run out, the slimy rod shot out of my cock and left me exposed once again. I watched in terror as my balls grew heavier and heavier, growing larger as whatever was inside grew. They were deep in the meat of my balls, threatening to burst them, as they writhed around like snakes. They were scrambling my eggs from the inside, making me scream and try to pull away. There was no escape from the internal torture, as I felt them begin to sting the inside of my balls. They excreted some type of powerful slime, burning and stinging like the molten glass. I was sobbing by the time the feeling stopped, left with nothing but the heavy weight of my testicles and the aching hardness of my shaft.

Once I had gathered my bearings six pod like structures extended from the darkness above. They had a long red pod at the top, with two star shaped feelers directly below, and at the very bottom of two of the pods was another rod. All I could do was shake and pant as the first pod slid over my cock. It was silky and wet with that tingling slime, throbbing and squeezing my cock better than any woman I’d ever had. The feelers were kneading my balls, thrumming with something I couldn’t quite place. It felt like electricity but also like a very weak vibration, drawing my sagging balls up and making everything feel ten times better. The sucking and pulsing of the pod pushed me over the edge quicker than I would have liked, cum spraying out of my slit at an alarming rate before I felt it. Something was pushing into the base of my cock. The pleasure gave way to aching pain as I felt the creature push up the length of me, scraping me with its tiny thorns and excreting that fiery slime as it went. What felt like days of torture took place in only a few seconds, but right after the first destroyed me a second began to follow. This one was slightly smaller so it’s thorns didn’t scrape me painfully, they only touched light enough to make my insides itch and burn. If the second one gave me a reprise the third one threatened to kill me altogether. It was so large I screamed before it’s head could even breach, I could see through the translucent pod how it stretched the base of my cock. I could watch as it ripped and tore its way up my shaft before getting stuck at my puffy slit. The longer it sat there the more it hurt, it’s thorns tearing and burning as it wiggled. All I could do was lay there and accept my fate, screaming as some of its slime slid out of the tip of my cock, onto the tender burn at my head. Suddenly it gave a valiant push, ripping my glands apart and shooting out of my broken shaft so fast it’s exit felt like a rug burn. Blood and slime oozed out of my gaping slit, my balls still aching with the weight of the rest. They kept sliding out over and over, digging harshly into my stinging shaft. Their slime partially healing me as their prickly outsides torn me apart…all the while the pod was stroking me…

Finally it seemed my balls were empty but as the next pod gripped me I knew I was in trouble… the rod inside it was thicker than the first rod was near the end…and it wasn’t even expanded yet. To make matters worse it was covered in tiny barbs. I screamed at such a high pitch I barely recognized my own voice as it tore its t way inside me…immediately fucking my raw cumtube fast and hard. The barbs grinding the inside of my cock to mincemeat, stretching my cocklips so wide it was obscene. Suddenly it expanded and I wailed as my cock head was ripped in half. Broken sobs spilling freely as it expanded once again…this time it tore the most sensitive place on my cock. Ripped apart right at The frenulum my entire body went taunt. My eyes rolled back in my head, blood dripped freely down my thighs.

The plant didn’t stop. My cock was in so much pain it tried to go soft, even with the aphrodisiac in my system. The plant wasn’t having that though…it’s maw opened and enclosed my torn shaft, sucking and twisting on my bleeding shaft as it’s rod tore me to shreds. My poor cumtube was having chunks of meat ripped out with every thrust until my it expanded again. The only thing holding my cock together was the pod around my shaft…the rod had grown so large it had torn my cock right in half. And as the eggs made their way down my severed urethra…it sucked even harder threatening to pull my cock off at the root. Sadly the eggs were far too large for my nerve dense vessels to handle…the eggs got trapped at the roof of my cock…too massive to tear through my ball cords. The plant shook in rage, suddenly ripping its evil rod from my severed cock…the pod set its teeth at the base of my cock, squeezing right behind the eggs before pulling them slowly back out my shaft. Swallowing them whole before sliding back down onto my cock. Suddenly my cock BURNED. The pod pulled away as it’s slime painfully healed my mutilated cock, I shook violas I felt it’s mouth close around my vulnerable balls…cruelly grinding it’s teeth against them until they burst in its maw. And it just kept chewing on the still living remains until I passed out from the agony of having my balls ground to paste.