Stay Quiet

Jordan sat there and didn't make a sound. He felt resigned to whatever was about to happen; absolutely hopeless. After a few moments, the shadowy figure chuckled.

"I love it when they give up as soon as they get here."

Jordan suddenly was lifted onto some kind of table. He felt his pants being taken off of him, and his shirt being ripped. He just laid there and tried not to cry.

"Wow you really are pathetic."

The table suddenly started to move. Jordan could hear a set of doors open and then another after a few minutes. The table then stopped. Jordan could hear other voices now. He felt two sets of hands pick him up, turn him over and put him on his knees and shoulders with his butt in the air. He felt them tie him down to the table. In the background, he could hear knobs turning; he must be in some kind of lab.

All of those thoughts stopped as Jordan could feel something warm, sticky and liquid around his butthole. Was... was this lube? Oh no, he thought to himself. Before he could have another thought, something was inserted into his ass. It was metal cylindrical, but not as long as he thought it would be. He could feel it push deeper and deeper into him. Suddenly it stopped and he could feel a base flare out. He could feel himself stretching out. He laid for only a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity. At last, he heard someone speak.

"I think the subject is ready."

Jordan could hear footsteps walking towards him. He gulped out of nervousness.

"Hello there subject. You have been primed for your trial. I apologize for having to do this, but you should have just come willingly. I think you have already learned your lesson however. "

Jordan could feel the metal object being pulled out of his ass.

"I'm feeling kind today so I'm going to as you to make a choice: Pink or purple?"

The figure removed the thing in Jordan's mouth so he could speak.