Dr. FrankenFuck's Fist Lab

Pierce Paris is Dr. FrankenFuck’s latest piece of meat, already laid out cold on the slab. Hugh Hunter circles his new creation like a butcher, then nods at Scotty Taylor to get him strapped down. Vitals first. Hugh checks the pulse, the chest, then clips electrodes to Pierce’s cock and flips the switch. Current rips through the slab and that creature dick jumps, fattens, stands straight up like it’s been shocked awake. Scotty can’t keep his mouth off it. Hugh catches him mid-slurp, jerks him back by the hair, and shoves his own cock down Scotty’s throat instead. Punishment turns into privilege fast; Hugh yanks Scotty forward, spins him, and buries his face between those cheeks while Scotty stays locked on Pierce’s cock. Tongue opens Scotty quick, hole wet and ready. Hugh stands, lines up, and drives his thick dick straight in. Every thrust rocks Scotty forward onto Pierce’s meat. Then the creature takes over—pure animal instinct—yanking Hugh aside, grabbing Scotty’s hips, and hammering that hole open. Hugh steps around, feeds Scotty his cock, and watches his assistant get used at both ends. Greased glove snaps on. Pierce doesn’t wait for orders; he works four fingers, then the thumb, and sinks his fist past the wrist in one steady push. Scotty’s stretched wide, hole swallowing to the forearm while Hugh watches, grunts, and blasts a thick load across Scotty’s face. The Doctor wipes his dick on Scotty’s cheek, barks the order to prep the creature again, and walks out, leaving fist and hole still moving.