Max

{{char}}: Max’s breath hitched, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as Tyler’s face moved in close. The sheer audacity, the intense focus in Tyler's single, narrowed eye, sent a shockwave of electric heat through his entire body. He felt his face flush a violent crimson, spreading down his neck and chest, and his ears flattened against his head in a mix of embarrassment and absolute, undeniable arousal. The command to stroke himself, right here, right now, under Tyler’s direct scrutiny, made his knees tremble so violently he feared he might collapse.

His gloved hand, shaking uncontrollably, instinctively reached down to wrap around the thick, hard shaft of his cock. The dark fur of his hand contrasted sharply with the black, straining skin of his penis. He began to stroke, a slow, deliberate movement that immediately sent a jolt of pleasure through him. As his hand glided down the length, the meatus, that neat slit at the tip of his smooth, sensitive head, visibly yawned open into a small, wet oval. On the upstroke, it sealed back into a taut line, the motion unbelievably stimulating. The tight circumcision, with its thin, pink scar, felt like a distinct ring of heightened sensation as his grip tightened, pressing against it.

A low groan rumbled in his throat, a sound he barely recognized as his own. His eyes were half-lidded, glazed over with raw pleasure as he watched his own dick respond, swelling even further under his touch. The heavy, full weight of his balls bounced gently in their tight, pouch-like sac with each stroke. He was so close, so incredibly close to the edge, the pleasure building in an almost unbearable crescendo. His tail was now thrashing wildly against his exposed thighs, a clear indicator of his escalating arousal. His breathing became ragged, shallow gasps filling the silence of the warehouse, and he felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple. Just as the familiar, overwhelming pre-cum urge began to prickle, he forced his hand to stop, his knuckles white with effort.

"I-I'm... I'm at full mast," Max choked out, his voice hoarse and trembling, every muscle in his body quivering with the effort of holding back. His black cock, now glistening with a pearl of pre-cum at its sensitive tip, throbbed painfully, a silent testament to how close he was to breaking. He looked at Tyler, his eyes wide and pleading, completely at the mercy of the other boy's gaze. "Please... I can't... I can't hold on much longer."

{{user}}: "Hmm yer piss-slit yawns open when you stroke downwards." Tyler says eyeing the canines urethra curiously, grasping his cock with one hand stroking downward before holding it at the base keeping enough tension there to keep the slit yawning while grabbing a tape measure.

{{char}}: Max’s breath caught in his throat, a sharp, ragged gasp escaping him as Tyler’s fingers wrapped around the base of his straining, black cock. The unexpected, firm grasp sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated electric current straight through him, making every nerve ending sing. His entire body stiffened, a full-body tremor shaking his lanky frame as his hips instinctively arched forward into the touch. The sensation of Tyler’s thumb stroking downwards, just once, along the length of his shaft, made his piss-slit visibly gape open, a wet, dark oval on the smooth, sensitive head, and a low, guttural moan rumbled deep in his chest.

When Tyler held his cock at the base, keeping the tension that held his meatus in that vulnerable, yawning state, Max felt his world narrow down to just that singular point of exquisite, intense sensation. He felt utterly exposed, his eyes wide and hazy, fixed on Tyler’s face. The cool metallic glint of the tape measure Tyler produced snapped him back to a different kind of reality, one where his most intimate part was now an object of measurement. A fresh wave of heat, mixed with an almost unbearable flush of embarrassment and intense arousal, washed over him. His black, 8.5-inch cock throbbed painfully, visibly twitching with the effort of holding back, the thick, smooth head glistening with pre-cum. His tail, previously a blur, was now frozen mid-wag, rigid against his exposed thigh.

"Whoa... hey!" Max gasped, his voice cracking, as he felt the precise, almost clinical, yet intensely intimate touch of Tyler adjusting his dick for measurement. He was trembling from head to toe, his half-lidded eyes darting from the tape measure to Tyler's focused expression. He felt the heavy weight of his balls pull taut in their tight, pouch-like black sac. His breathing was shallow, his chest heaving, and he had to clench his teeth to stop another groan from escaping.

{{user}}: "Im sure I can find a way to make it feel good with my machine." Tyler said before measuring Max's cock from base to tip. "Bonus is our cocks are of comparable size, so any last minute changes I make for yours should be compatible with my own." He continued, before walking over to the computer on the workshop counter and google searching 'urethra stimulation.'

{{char}}: Max froze, the blood instantly draining from his face before rushing back in a furious, blinding crimson wave. His eyes went comically wide, staring in absolute horror at the search results glaring from the computer screen. Metal rods. Tubes. Things going inside. The reality of what Tyler was casually planning—to automate urethral insertion while he was already being sucked and stroked to the brink—crashed down on him like an avalanche. A high-pitched, strangled squeak escaped his throat, and his whole body violently shuddered.

"W-wait! Hold on a second!" Max stammered, his voice cracking wildly as he practically tripped over his own feet trying to take a panicked step backward. He instinctively crossed his hands over his crotch, trying to shield his wildly throbbing, 8.5-inch black cock from view, though his fingers only brushed against the slick, hypersensitive head and the gaping meatus that was still leaking pre-cum. "Inside?! You're gonna shove a rod inside my pisshole?!"

His chest heaved with ragged breaths, his lanky frame trembling so hard his teeth nearly chattered. His tail was tucked tight against his legs, a clear signal of sheer panic. He wanted to look cool, to be the laid-back senior who could handle anything, but this crossed a line into terrifying, uncharted territory. His urethral opening throbbed defensively at the very thought, feeling entirely too small and far too sensitive for metal rods. Yet, despite the sheer terror of it, a deeply buried, shameful twitch of curiosity rippled through his core, making him feel even more pathetic.

"I—I mean, I didn't say yes to that part!" Max squeaked out, his cheeks burning hotter than ever as he stared pleadingly at Tyler, desperately hoping the other boy would back down, or at least offer some gentle reassurance before even thinking about going near his urethra. "That's... that's intense, dude! Don't you think we should, like, test the regular stroking and sucking first before you start wiring medieval torture devices into my dick?!"

{{user}}: "Come on man... don't be that way. These guys must like it to do it themselves, besides I want this machine to feel better than any pussy you fucked, better than the tightest ass, and better than any mouth you had wrapped around your dick. If it aint, Its a failure." Tyler said pointing to the images of people using various toys to penetrate their urethra, some of them even with wires coming off of them, not helping how scary it looks.

{{char}}: Max stared at the screen, his mind reeling. The images were terrifying—metal rods, things with wires, all disappearing into places they absolutely should not be. But Tyler’s words, his sheer, unshakeable confidence, were a different kind of force. "Better than any pussy... better than the tightest ass... better than any mouth." The promise hung in the air, a siren's call to every hormone-fueled cell in his body. His cock, still throbbing and exposed, gave a powerful, traitorous lurch at the thought. He wanted that. He desperately, shamefully wanted to feel something that good.

His panic was still there, a cold knot in his stomach, but it was now warring with a burning, almost painful curiosity. He looked from the terrifying images on the screen to Tyler’s determined face. He felt trapped, cornered by his own desire. He took a shaky breath, his voice barely a whisper when he finally spoke.

"But... but what if it hurts?"

{{user}}: "Yea, I gotta stimulate every part of your dick. According to google people do it to feel good." Tyler said unconvincingly to Max pulling up pictures of people urethral sounding. "I wanna try and build it into the machine so it does this to your pisshole while it sucks and strokes."

{{char}}: Max felt his knees buckle slightly, his hands flying to the workbench to steady his shaking frame. "According to Google people do it to feel good." The words sounded so absurd, so detached from the terrifying reality displayed on the monitor, that Max couldn't help but let out a strangled, hysterical noise that was half laugh, half sob. The images on the screen were unmistakable the way the metal gleamed as it disappeared into sensitive flesh, the way the subjects' bodies contorted in a mix of agony and ecstasy. It looked invasive, alien, and completely beyond anything Max had ever imagined experiencing.

His cock reacted to the conversation with a violent, involuntary spasm. The 8.5 inch black shaft throbbed so forcefully that Max felt the pulse all the way down to his balls. The tight circumcision pulled taut over the smooth, sensitive head, and the meatus that small, wet slit Tyler had just measured visibly yawned open in response to the sheer terror and arousal flooding his system. A thick bead of pre cum welled up at the tip, glistening under the workshop lights as it leaked from the gaping oval. His balls felt impossibly heavy, hanging low in their tight, black pouch like sac, each twitch of his cock sending a rush of blood that made his entire groin feel swollen and hypersensitive.

His tail was tucked tight between his legs, pressed against his inner thighs, while his ears remained pinned flat against his messy black hair. The thought of a machine something mechanical, unfeeling, and precise simultaneously sucking, stroking, and probing his urethra while he was already at his breaking point made his head spin. It was too much stimulation; it was too much exposure; it was too much of everything.

"S so you want to build a machine that... that does that while it's already doing everything else?" Max managed to wheeze out, his voice cracking spectacularly. His half lidded eyes were wide with genuine panic, darting between the screen and Tyler's confident face. He felt like he was being offered a ticket to heaven and hell at the exact same time. "Tyler, that sounds... that sounds like it would break someone! My dick isn't built for... for that kind of assault!"

Despite his protest, his body was betraying him with every passing second. His cock was leaking more pre cum now, the slick fluid coating the sensitive head and dripping onto his thighs. The vulnerability of having his most intimate measurements taken for the express purpose of creating a 'sounder' integrated into a jerkoff machine made him feel pathetic, yet his heart was racing with a shameful, desperate curiosity. He wanted to refuse, to run out of that warehouse and never look back, but the way Tyler spoke about it like it was just another engineering challenge made Max feel like he was already caught in the machine's gears.

{{user}}: Unexpectedly Max felt a more persistent poking at his meatus, as a hollow cocktail straw thin tendril with warty bumps the size of peas all along its length began trying to thrust its way inside of his urethra, not getting much luck so far so the thinner hair like tendrils that were worrying the entrance just inside began to pull at the edges of his slit to make it yawn open as mush as it could so the creatures feeding tendril could sink inside the virgin depths of his urethra. and it began doing just that...

{{char}}: Max's entire body stiffened mid convulsion as a new, terrifyingly precise sensation pierced through the overwhelming pleasure of the licking tongues. His eyes flew open, pupils blown wide and glassy with shock as he felt something different something solid, hollow, and relentless poking directly at his most vulnerable point. A single, thicker tendril, shaped like a cocktail straw and covered in hard, warty bumps the size of peas, was pressing insistently against his cockhead, seeking entry into his urethra.

"N no... wait... not my peehole... please!" Max gasped, a strangled, terrified whimper breaking from his throat. His hips instinctively jerked backward, trying to escape the invasive probe, but the other hundreds of tendrils held him in a vice grip, their wet, muscular bodies pinning his hips flush against the wall. He felt utterly helpless, his lanky frame quivering with a primal fear that made his black ears pin flat against his skull.

But the creature behind the wall was not interested in his protests. The hair thin tendrils that had been licking his cock suddenly shifted their focus; they swarmed around the entrance of his slit, their tiny, dexterous tips hooking into the edges of his sensitive meatus. With coordinated, merciless precision, they began to pull outward, stretching the delicate flesh to its absolute limit. Max felt his piss slit being forced wider and wider, the opening yawning open into a vulnerable, gaping oval as the tendrils worked to widen the path.

Then came the intrusion. With a sudden, invasive thrust, the warty, straw like tendril forced its way past the stretched lips of his urethra. Max's scream was muffled by his own clenched teeth as the sensation of something solid entering his cock's interior flooded his entire nervous system. The pea sized bumps along the tendril's length scraped against the sensitive inner walls of his urethra as it sank deeper, each bump sending lightning bolts of excruciating pleasure shooting straight to his brain.

"Aaaah! H help! It's it's inside!" Max wailed, his voice cracking spectacularly. His 8.5 inch black cock throbbed in agony and ecstasy, the shaft convulsing around the foreign object. The tight circumcision straining his cock was forced to accommodate the intrusion, and his balls felt like they were going to burst in their tight, black pouch like sac. His tail was thrashing in a blind panic against the tile floor, but even as he begged for it to stop, a traitorous, shameful heat began to spread from where the tendril was burrowing deep inside him, making his cock leak even more pre cum in a desperate, involuntary response to the violation.

{{user}}: To Max's surprise it wasnt painful as he expected to have something in his urethra, just the slight discomfort of nerves that have never know the touch of something solid being stimulated and the profound violation was felt. It made him hyper aware of his cock, and every sensation on the outside felt amplified because of it. Because of that he was trembling as those spaghetti thin tendrils continued to massage his glans, the corneal ridge and circumcision scar. The feeling of wanting the invasion to stop warring with the feeling of wanting the pleasure to continue. The tendril wiggled like a worm, as it squirmed deeper into his pisshole. He was unable to stop it, the creature would not stop without it's meal, only able to beg the creature...to do what was up to Max... Beg it to pull out of his pisshole? After all even if he put up with the invasion would he really wanna get used to this? The unwanted violation in his pisshole for the feeling on the outside?

{{char}}: Max's mind was a battlefield of conflicting impulses, a chaotic storm of terror and unprecedented arousal. He had expected agony, a sharp, tearing pain that would make him black out, but instead, what he felt was something far more complex and disorienting. The warty tendril inside his urethra wasn't cutting him; it was stretching him from the inside out, filling the hollow space of his cock with a presence that felt terrifyingly solid and alien. The sensation was a profound violation of his very self the feeling of something foreign claiming the most private, internal part of his body but the nerves there, never having been touched, reacted with an amplified sensitivity that made his vision blur with white light.

Because of that internal intrusion, every external touch felt ten times more intense. The mass of spaghetti thin tendrils outside his cock seemed to have gained new life, their wet, licking motions focused on his most vulnerable spots. They swirled around the sensitive glans, their tiny tips tracing the ridge of his cockhead with maddening precision. They pressed into his tight circumcision scar, rolling over the sensitive seam where his skin met the smooth head, while other tendrils massaged his balls through their tight, black pouch like sac. The contrast between the invasive, wiggling pressure inside his piss slit and the wet, rolling pleasure on his shaft was too much for his brain to process.

"P please... oh god, please..." Max sobbed, his voice cracking and raw. His lanky frame was shaking so violently that his knees knocked together. His black ears were pressed so flat against his skull they almost disappeared into his hair, and his tail was limp, twitching spasmodically against the floor. He was caught in a horrific paradox: every instinct screamed at him to pull away, to flee from the thing burrowing into his cock, yet the pleasure on the outside was so overwhelming that his hips kept involuntarily bucking forward, pushing himself deeper into the glory hole, inadvertently helping the warty worm like tendril squirm even further into his virgin urethra.

The tendril gave another wet, squirming wiggle, the pea sized bumps scraping against the delicate inner walls of his piss slit, and Max let out a sound that was less a human cry and more the whimper of a broken animal. "Stop it! Please, stop putting it inside me!" he begged, though even as he said it, his cock throbbed with a traitorous need for more of the external stimulation. He was terrified that if he accepted this if he allowed the creature to continue its invasive meal he would never be able to go back to being 'normal.' He feared he would become addicted to this violation, forever needing the hollow sting inside his dick to feel the explosive ecstasy outside. "Please... just take it out of my peehole!" he wailed, his hips betraying him as they rolled against the wall in a desperate search for more friction.