Machine No. 6

No sooner had the stall been shut than a new person entered, they were tall and muscular, obviously male with their large package bulging in the front of their pants, they wore no other clothing. They stared at you with just as much indifference as you should have expected.

"Mooo!", you want to grab their attention without getting shocked, and fail as they just walk over to grab a clipboard and take a quick read, leaving you to stand on hands and kneels looking and waiting.

The waiting didn't last long as he grabbed some straps and moved over to you quickly, grabbing your arms and pulling them behind your back, your attempt at a struggle only got you zapped and the pain was impossible to describe as this time the cage appeared to also apply the shock directly to your crushed cock.

While recovering they have bound your arms together behind your back, attaching it to a hook from the ceiling or somewhere, lifted and bent at your waist. Your ankles are locked to the floor spread as wide as you can go, holding you in a strange position of feeling like you will fall while at the same time being unable to fall.

He walks back in front of you with his clipboard, for whatever reason he starts reading it out loud, probably for your benefit: