HUMAN HARVEST
I struggle. I look about and there's nothing but white and chrome and nothing to reach for, just the surface to which I'm attached by barbless hooks that come up from under neath and form a neat parallel from just below my ears to my ankle. I remember they were inserted by a machine...one up, spray the skin, sink the hook, next, one up, spray the skin, sink the hook, next. My legs are spread and another row goes down the inside of my thighs and calf. From the space above me another hook played down, almost as if it were fishing and then it caught my cock, pierced it straight through, just like a Prince Albert but no hanging down, my once beautiful cock jerked up and not even hard. From the surface, two more hooks, one for each nut, sunk in and pulls them down. But nothing on my arms. At least, nothing on my left arm, the right is secured to a board with the skin between the fingers tacked to the surface beneath. Each thumb nail has a thin spike with an elecrode through it, ...