I never thought I'd see the day where they'd just cram a little tube in my prick and keep pressing till there's nothing left to give!

[ Unfortunately for Genesis, Zexion keeps right on making small grumbling noises of discomfited complaint as he shifts around in the bed, punctuated by low whining. ]

I'm so sore it doesn't even feel good, and they had to smear the whole head with petroleum jelly. [ He pouts, afraid to so much as touch himself and feel out how they've rigged him up in the stirrups.... Here a nurse breezes back in, gloves on, to fondle his balls a little and maneuver the tingling bulb they've plugged up his ass with, and Zexion looks deliberately away with a soured expression, which earns him a little sympathetic stroking on the inner thigh. He grits his teeth and hisses with frustration.]

...and the worst thing is that it really could have been anything or everything on that buffet line... or even the tea!