holes being forced open by the shells of hard eggs and poor boys screaming
holes stretching further than they ever have before and boys shaking their heads and pleading no
holes burning on a crown of fire and boys wailing as their legs shake from the tension
holes clamping on the hard surface and boys panting and pleading for it to get out already
holes finally releasing their eggs and boys collapsing and sobbing from their efforts
holes gaping around nothing, quivering as another egg moves down and boys who whimper and writhe knowing they have to do it again













