"Make me."

You stand up straighter in defiance, trying not to regret your response. To your surprise, Eric is smiling like a kid with a new toy. "With pleasure." He taps a few buttons on his phone, and looks up at you before pressing and holding his finger. You don't notice anything until he slide his finger upwards on the screen.

As his finger moves, you get the feeling of your balls being tightly grabbed. You look down at your jeans, but don't see anything. Horrified, you realize that the implant is crushing your testicles. Looking at Eric with fear in your eyes, you can only whimper as he increases the intensity. You cry in pain and fall to your knees as your balls are squashed, as if your roommate was forcefully grabbing them with his own hand. Eric continues. The phantom hand doubles in strength and you feel as though your balls are being crushed and twisted. The implant can't do any permanent damage, right? You don't want to think about it.

The onslaught pauses and Eric looks down at you. "Do you want to see how high I can take this, or are you going to be a good little slut?"