Ryan was fast finding the life sustaining ability of breathing to be just plain difficult at best. As the white liquid stiffened it bared ever so tight down on his arms, hands, legs, back, stomac, chest, and head.
A feeling like dying in quicksand or slipping into a pool of cement, Ryan gasped for air.
Now the vibrations all stopped. Ryan was stuck fast inside the cannister and one on one with the liquid now solid. No sight, only blackness, no sounds as ears had filled with the liquid. Mouth getting very dry from breathing through the penlite made him all the more terrorized. Whether the terror or for some strange feeling Ryan's penis was more than hard now. He had one hell of a hardon as the liquid was being heated and as it stiffened so also did his pecker get suspended and tight.
Ryan's tennis shoes gave some wiggle space for toes, but bare legs hung out his cutoff jeans. The liquid had flower up the pant legs and surrounded his maleness. A T-shirt gave also little protection for skin dunked in this liquid. Then too his shirt pulled up giving no doubt a good empression of his youthful chest and with it a young neck and clinched fear filled face.
Meanwhile the four boys had come to the same stairway landing which Ryan view the machine till he became part of the things process.
"What is it?" asked Jonathon looking to the bigger boys.
Eric and Mike were busy watching as one, then two, and three, then four cannisters filled with white liquid and began to jiggle down the conveyor.