Copyright (C) 1999 by Felix Lance Falkon; you may save or make paper copies for your own use; do not post, repost, publish, or archive elsewhere without the author's express permission.
"Glass?" asked Denny. With his left hand, the naked youth patted the transparent, horizontal slab -- cool and slick under his fingers -- that formed the upper plate of the crotch-high hydraulic press. He took a deep breath, smelled machine oil, warm bodies, sweat, and ... He sniffed again. Was that blood? he asked himself. Yeah, blood. He raised his head, glanced around the room. More glass-topped presses -- some empty, most in use -- completed a circle of twelve crotch-high machines. Denny turned to his right, where Karl's long, thick prong jutted over still another press.
"Sure," said the naked, splendidly muscled man, putting his left arm around Denny's shoulders. "That's so you can watch."
"Watch? Oh, yeah,... watch." Denny forced his tense muscles to relax under the comforting warmth and weight of the big man's arm. He glanced down at Karl's long, hard cock; at his own; and then studied the press. He touched the rectangular slab of glass, one and a half times as long as Denny's own rigid cock and as wide as it was long. At the four corners, vertical steel shafts supported the glass slab a hand's breadth above the polished steel of the press's lower plate.
At Denny's end of the crotch-high press, a finger-thick steel rod arched over the U-shaped notch in the top of a vertical steel plate, the two making a smooth, O-shaped clamp -- just the right size, Denny realized, to grip the base of Karl's genitalia -- or his own. The sturdy youth shivered, and a swirl of air across his suddenly sweat-damp torso reminded him of his nakedness. He pushed his shaft down to the horizontal, then took a step closer, feeling the tiled floor, smooth and dry under his bare feet. His glans touched cold steel, and he shivered again. The air's not that chilly, he told himself firmly, it's just that I'm ... kinda scared. Holding his breath, he aimed the tip of his shaft at the center of the O and eased it through the clamp and under the glass top of the press. "Like this?" he asked, looking up at Karl.
"All the way, so it'll take care of your nuts too."
"Yeah?" Denny moved closer and felt his glans skid against the glass slab as his shaft went in deeper. When his testicles reached the clamp, he used his thumbs to pop the right one, then the left, through the O and onto the steel plate. He pressed his crotch tightly against the clamp, spread his hands, and looked down: his genitals were all the way in now, under glass, ready for...
Denny saw Blackie, a curly-haired young Hercules from Engineering, at the opposite side of the circle. Blackie waved, then gestured at the glass slab that was flattening his virility. Denny waved back with his left hand, patted his own press with his right. Denny watched Blackie for a moment more, then turned to Karl.
"How's it feel?" asked Karl.
Denny said, "It -- it feels good and snug, 'round the -- the hilt. Exciting, yeah, and kinda scary; but I'm still hard -- real hard. Now what?"
"Starter's on the right side."
Denny found a pushbutton with his fingers. "This one?"
"Yep. No way to stop it, once it's started -- working -- so there's just the one button."
"I -- I kinda guessed." Denny found the push~button again, took a deep breath, tried to relax, and pushed the button hard. He heard and felt a click; felt, then saw the arched rod slide down, pulling the base of his organs down onto the notch. The naked youth touched the steel O with his left hand and asked, "Is this to keep a guy from -- you know -- changing his mind when he's part-way through?"
Karl shook his head. "Not really; mostly it's to squeeze your veins shut and trap the blood in your prong. Timing's real tricky here: if it compresses you too slow, your organs go numb before anything interesting happens; too fast, the fun's over before you can enjoy it properly."
"Fun?" snorted Denny, as he felt the clamp tighten from an O to an o around the base of his organs. "Well, if this fucker gets much tighter, it's gonna shear off my whole works, nuts and all, before any-fucking-thing can --" He heard another click; felt, then saw the upper plate descend, forcing his shaft to lie flat, sandwiched between glass and steel. Denny felt pressure build inside his shaft as the glass slab pushed down harder. A moment later, he felt cool glass touch his testicles, then begin flattening them too.
Karl squeezed Denny's shoulders, then dropped his arm. Denny glanced at Karl, watched the powerfully-muscled man slide his own shaft into the press next to Denny's. "You're gonna do yours too?" asked Denny. "But ... but I thought you were just gonna watch me do mine."
"Beats just standing here wondering what it'd feel like if I did do mine. So -- I'm going go ahead and do 'em too." Karl pushed his testicles through the clamp, frowned at his massive organs for a few seconds, tapped the starting switch, then put his left hand on Denny's right shoulder. "I'll tell you what's supposed to happen next, and then you can tell me how it feels when it does."
"Yeah?" Denny glanced back and forth between his own slowly flattening organs and Karl's. "But as heavy-hung as you are, your balls won't be far behind when mine go. We might even pop 'em at the same time."
"Maybe. Pressure's mostly on my prong now."
"My press started with my balls -- the glass is already squeezing mine, but yours -- they're not even touching the glass yet. You got big balls, sure; but your prong's so thick that -- you know."
"Well, if you'd waited till I stuck mine in, and we started together, then my shaft woulda gone before yours