LOCUS in PERIL - Luminary Request - Colors!

The heat was unbearable. Locus awoke to the droning sound of mechanical equipment whirring all about him.  It was loud; thunderous, almost deafening. 

The young Sektan was immediately gripped with panic. Why couldn’t he move? His legs and arms were bound tightly by all manner of wire and tubing. The more he tried to free himself, the tighter the machinery seemed to wind around his appendages.  

He could feel the sweat roll down his sides. He was truly afraid. His hearts raced beneath his muscular pecs, and his flawless skin began to tingle with apprehension.  

Why was this happening?  

Try as he might, he couldn’t recollect how he’d gotten here. Hell, he didn’t even know where “here” was. His head felt so mushy. He could barely remain conscious and yet, his cock was painfully hard.  

“What the fuck have I gotten into, this time?” Locus wondered through the fog clinging to his mind.  

“Where… where are my clothes? Gods… I’m so hard, but it’s not like any erection I’ve had before. I think I mighta been drugged into getting this wood.”

He swallowed hard.  

“Who’s doing this to me?”

With his legs forced apart, Locus’ balls hung low, full and heavy, loosened by the heat generated by the numerous devices around him. As he struggled, his big green nuts jounced left to right.  

All he wanted was to free himself, but for all his effort, he was utterly powerless. He felt his lower lip quiver. Was he close to tears?  

Locus tried to clear the fear from his throat. He called out, hoarsely.  

“H… Hello? Is anyone...”

Before he could finish his question, the droning of the equipment increased and the multitude of metallic arms sprang to life with renewed enthusiasm. The shiny feelers examined his body, probing and prodding with cold detachment.  

An arm with a particularly nasty-looking three-fingered device attached to its tip lowered from the ceiling above. It seemed mainly preoccupied with Locus’ genitals. For a moment, the arm seemed to examine the young Sektan’s swollen meat, measuring and studying it.  

Locus quivered in fear, and his cock jiggled lazily. The strange, shiny arm seemed to react to the green member’s sudden motion as if taken aback.  

Then, one of the device’s slender mechanical fingers slid into the little slit at the tip of Locus’ penis. It felt cold at first, but the chill was immediately replaced by burning as the arms began to bore further into the small hole.  

“Uuuurrnnhh!”

Locus called out again. No one replied, and the intruder in his dick pushed deeper, inserting it’s other arms into the hole of his glans, spreading, widening... testing it's resilience.  

It hurt.  

Locus gritted his teeth as yet more mechanical tentacles reached for his testicles and menaced his perky nipples.   

He considered his options and found he had precious few if any at all.  

Locus’ breathing grew shallow and erratic as he prepared himself mentally for what was undoubtedly still to come.

To be continued...? Maybe.  

LINES: Patrick Fillion

COLORS: Cabrera & Fillion

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