STORIES OF SPOT CLICK 21

Two women and a man. All dressed in immaculate white laboratory coats. All wearing surgical masks. All with the dead eyes of professionals doing a job.

The first woman approaches with a tablet. She begins to recite your data out loud while touching you: height, weight, estimated body fat percentage, measurements. Her tone is that of someone cataloging objects in an inventory.

"Skin: Caucasian, few imperfections, good elasticity. Body hair: moderate, typical distribution. Genitals: uncircumcised, size within average, currently in partial erection. Interesting. The subject presents excitement in the context of extreme stress. Mark that as a positive active feature for buyers of the sadistic category."

The second woman arrives with a caliper. She measures your cock from all possible angles. Then the balls. Then she inserts a gloved finger into your ass without lubricant or warning. You twist but the restraints keep you still.

"Sphincter: adequate muscle tone but clearly accustomed to regular penetration. Anal depth..." She puts her finger deeper. Then two. Then three. "Acceptable. Could expand with training. No visible fissures or hemorrhoids. Condition: optimal for intensive use."

They talk to you as if you weren't there. As if you were a used car they're appraising. And your cock gets harder with each dehumanizing word.

The man approaches with a tray. Needles. Tweezers. Something that looks like an electrocauterizer.

"We're going to perform a series of sensitivity and pain response tests. Premium buyers pay extra for livestock that enjoys suffering. We need to confirm your classification."