With his friends seemingly under a bizarre spell Kris cautiously watches them rush into the room, their lengths slapping and wagging, their buttocks flexing with every hurried move forward. In the center, the giant erection throbs and dribbles, the chains holding it in place flexing while it continues to swell to its full potential.
Twenty four year old Kris Aanders is both fascinated and fearful, realizing he’s part of a scientific experiment. His thirteen peers have no such concern, naked and pressed up against the glass of the chamber, rubbing and groping, desperate to gain access to the mammoth member growing in rigidity beyond the large door. His lust for pleasure might not be equal to the frenzy he’s witnessing among this group of fellow test subjects, but he’s more than a little curious, taking the opportunity to share strokes with his friends.
“He watched as more members of the group arrived to deliver their seed, even participating himself in the deep chorus of intensely horny yeah’s and fuck’s continually being issued by the crowd of masturbators around him. An occasional request popped into the mix, “cum on his lips, bro” or “squirt on his cock”, and dutifully they would comply.”
Carl arrived in front of him, his muscular body completely naked, his cock poking out with rigid urgency from beneath a neatly trimmed bush. He took the empty glass from his hand “you sure you’re okay, buddy?” he asked, pouring another two drinks for Scott and himself.
He raised his ass from the seat and slid his jeans down, reaveling he wasn’t wearing underwear. His long brown cock bounced out, an incredible penis arching down between his thighs, his big balls hanging heavy between them.
