"I- ARGH!"

Your body flung like a wet sock by a **** of a thousand men. A bit of a hyperbole, but it sure as hell hurt like it. The thing swoop down on the mess that is you, and you can only chuckles at the sight. Yes. Chuckles. Even as you fear the pain to come, you can't help but chuckle. How would anyone else react? Would it be any differently?
For what stand in front of you is a mess of many men, to many to tell, strapped onto each other by their elongated dick plucked into every holes available on their body. Some are loose and sprung around like snake, tip touching and pecking the surface around them. It hold itself up by the limbs of its victims, you can notice that the muscle have been pumped to the point it almost comical to look at, maybe that the only way that it can support its massive weight. But the most disturbing thing is the sound: it seem to lost intelligence, even more than the sex crazed women. It can only moans and whines, moans and whines, moans and whines.
So this is what happens to male infected.
//YES. THE SWINE. IT ONLY PURPOSE IS. TO. FUCK. YOU. UP.
Three tentacles close in on you. You try desperately to open the last vial- the other one was broken when you got swung away- but you can't. Your fingers are shaking and you have even try to bite the head off but accidentally bit your lips instead.
//BE CAREFUL. YOU DONT WANNA BITE MORE THAN YOU CAN CHEW. HEH.
"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SO CALM!? HELP ME!"
//I CANT. AND WE ALWAYS HAVE THE NEXT CYCLE.
You grind your teeth against the bottle: it broke, but in your clumsiness it slipped off your hand and rolls away, to where the monster is.