He was born on the 23rd of February. Really wasn't a big deal to the majority of the world. Just another dildo being made. To Max, it was a huge moment in time though. Even if he wasn't all that large as dildos go. Being all of seven inches, including the length of his balls tossed in. To make him stand higher of course. Heck you have to count everything right? Well at least Max always thought so!
Max didn't realize he was alive for a little while. Nor did he realize how valuable being alive was for quite some time. He wasn't the smartest dildo on the line. Too much latex in his balls, not enough into his little head. The inspector on the line didn't notice this though. As the dildos went in front of him, one by one. The fingers came out, squished the heads. Which Max yelped about quite abit. His vocal cords not working yet, saved him there. He got weighed to make sure he was dense enough. Couldn't have empty air pockets in your dildo. That would cause bendage, not good in the dildo world.
So luckily for Max, he just kept right on going down the assembly line. Oblivious to all the near misses he had just had to being a rejected dildo. (not that rejected dildos are bad mind you, but they tend to go to the zoo's, in order to loosen up Elephants, Apes, and Giraffes, treated less than pleasant, but that's the story of Softy, the rejected strappie!)
He tried to turn a bit, to see what was coming up next. His one eye, had started working by now. It was located right in the top of his head. Although Max, didn't know that he had only one eye. The ceiling in the factory confused him, but Max having never seen anything before, was shocked at everything. Bewildered might be a better description. He sure did want to try swinging from those wires though. Not knowing that they would fry his latex balls. Max had lots and lots to learn.
Still the line was too tight around Max, in order to turn and bend. To see what was around the corner. The screams from some of the other dildos were starting to bother him though. He knew he was not alone in dildo land. For there was a strappie right by him, on both sides. So what was all the screaming about? Max was soon to learn.
There was a large and severe drop coming. All the dildos got to take the plunge. The first of many to come of course. This one did not have such a happy landing as the ones in the future of course. Max, heard the dildo in front of him scream. Wondering what the hell was going on. Then suddenly the bottom dropped out from under him. His little dilly mouth joined the cacophony of other strappies dropping into the bins below. It was a long drop. Max had every right to scream. He had been alive all of what, 5 minutes? Had his head squeezed, suddenly his one good eye could see. Then he was plunging down 2 stories into a bin of other dildos. The factory having been a converted office building, and it was just easier to drop the toys from floor to floor than to carry them. No one ever believed that dildos came to life!
Well Max was alive, and he screamed like his little balls had been cut off! Doing somersaults the innocent dildo fell. Well innocent at the time. Then he landed on top of other dildos, smashing into there wee little heads, balls, and whatnot. Not the best of landings, but better than the cement floor, that he heard some of his relatives go splat on. As they bounced around until coming to a final thud.
The thud was not Max's problem though. He had instantly been snatched up, by less than a gentle hand. Swinging him up by his balls, then plopping him on a piece of fiberboard. Well OK, Max liked the squeezing of the balls, that was so much better than the squeezing of his head! Max never having heard of cock and ball torture before. He kind of liked it though. The glaring lights, and laying prostrate on the cardboard was not much fun.
