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Three in the morning - happy-sounding sirens blaring, their sounds warning of a code-yellow experimental opportunity in progress. An intercom announcement directed the researchers to get to their observation stations.

The scientists of Relkar Outpost Six emerged from their dormitories in a chorus of yawns and rubbing their bleary eyes. They all knew what the announcement meant: it meant that one of those creatures had taken the bait, and had not got himself stuck in their trap.

It was a scientific marvel for sure - the first successful "capture" on record... but really, did he have to come around so early? Even their esteemed director sounded like he was half-asleep at this hour!

A total of eight spacious observation areas extended along the length of either side of the "trap room," plus a single larger overlook along the front end. The scientists filed into these areas according to plan, sheltered from accidental damage by multiple layers of reinforced glass. Observation lenses installed within the chamber itself made a close-up inspection of the trapped specimen far safer than would otherwise be possible, while the glass windows allowed broader observation of the larger-scale interaction between beast and trap.

This wing of their installation was about as long a typical aircraft hangar (because that was what it had been prior to its recent conversion into a trap for a particularly large and troublesome form of local wildlife), and the beast inside took up most of the available space.

By eyesight from the observation decks alone, one might have gotten the impression that the animal the researchers had trapped here was some sort of giant ice-worm. As first guesses go, it would have been reasonable enough: the creature had a cobalt blue, leathery skin - surprisingly smooth for its size, though it did have some large hemispherical bumps on its surface near what was presumably its front end.

The bumps numbered forty-four in total by first observation's best count - a simple multi-angled computerized image analysis had arrived at this number by compiling the data from several cameras. Each bump was about the height of a standard-issue jeep, and nearly as long. They arrayed themselves across the creature's skin in a pattern similar to that found on a simple golf ball, although with the grooves everted rather than inverted. These bumps were a bizarre attribute for any creature to have, let alone a creature on as deadly-icy a planet as this. They increased the surface area of the skin considerably and all but begged for a greater loss of body heat when exposed to open air.

That all made sense enough, of course, once one realized that the flesh in question was adapted to lose heat at a high speed among the frozen winds of the planet's surface.

Likewise, one might easily realize that there was still more to the story than that if one's eyes followed the "worm's" length all the way to its visible origin, where one would notice that its body actually extended outside of the hangar entirely and was being held in place at this choke point only by a curious double-airlock system, which instead of proper "doors" possessed an extendable ring of slightly squishable - yet still airtight and quite resistant to being crushed further than only a little - yellow polymer. Whatever this creature was, only part of its body lay trapped in this scientific observation facility. Why, the rest of it was still outside! How strange it looked!

But it was not quite as it first appeared, either.

Taking a look outside via the building's external security cam feeds would reveal a total of four massive, hairless feet supporting four equally massive and hairless legs. The legs stood two along either end of the hangar, with the hind legs currently humping forward in short, relentless thrusting motions - though the "worm" itself was no longer really achieving any significant motion, as the double airlock held it in a firm, vacuum-sealed grip whose effects resembled that of an incredibly strong cockring.

The "worm," of course, was not a worm at all, but the giant animal's erect genital member. The smooth orbs of flesh on its surface were not at all pronounced when the creature was not aroused - in fact the member normally resided within a heavily insulated fleshy sheath adapted to vent heat while keeping cold in - but, certainly right now, the creature's maleness was very much swollen with arousal, and the knobs helped to vent the heat that inevitably collected there as a result of the turgid blood flow and sexual friction.

Apparently, the creature was not complaining. If anything, its humping only accelerated further despite the limited movement it had available here. The hole at the "face" of the "worm" yawned open and exuded a heavy flow of grayish-blue pre which contained chemicals similar to automobile coolant, while also serving as a lubricator. The flow was so extreme that it quickly spread across the hangar floor and began to rise, forming a three-centimeter-high layer of itself across the entire floor of the hanger in a matter of less than a minute of thrusting by the beast. However it exactly was that these creatures mated, they apparently mated with the aid of significant liquid glide!

But that was not the issue here.

The issue was that these enormous animals liked to hump research and mining installations (which dotted the surface of this otherwise-forsaken cosmic ice-rock). Of course, due to the creatures' size, this frequently caused severe structural damage along with crushing vehicles, scientists, and security staff. For whatever reason, these gigantic native beasts of the planet had a habit of visually interpreting the little aircraft hangars or other research buildings as breedable objects, or perhaps as inferior creatures to be dominated - the observing scientists were still divided on that.

Either way the effect was the same, and there there was no mystery left about the physical process of it: the researchers had full and exhaustive video footage of these monsters' attacks on a number of their other facilities on the surface of this desolate, icy planet. There were now seven different installations had been left for long periods without full aircraft support on account of the beasts.

The creatures caused most of this mayhem with the giant dicks themselves, although their body weight occasionally bearing down fully on the roofs didn't help matters either and had crushed a few buildings outright. (The current hangar in use for this trap and test had been severely reinforced as part of its refurbishing, to help compensate for any "weighty" issues that might eventually befall it.)

Considering that the labs attacked in this way had only ever had one, or at most two, buildings above ground - everything else was below the surface - the officers heading up the planet's operation deemed the creatures' actions more than a little offensive and petty. Even before the attacks received proper publicity off-world, the researchers themselves had come to a consensus that the destructive behavior of these beasts could not be ignored. At the very least, some method of deterring them needed to be found, even if it meant somehow killing them when they came over to fuck one of the hangars.

It had been with these aims and circumstances in mind that the current trap had been designed, its development having been iterated on a rushed schedule over the course of an impressively quick three months. Several high-agility aircraft pilots had risked their lives observing the beasts' nethers in action in order to relay useful information to the developers.

This morning would be the trap's first live-action field test. The team who designed the trap, and their detractors, would be proven respectively right or wrong.

The question of whether it was possible to kill these creatures purely by trapping their cocks (and then taking certain actions) was about to be answered.

Even now as they filed into their reserved place at the head of the hangar - with their reinforced booth facing straight at the alien cocktip - the scientists on the team who created the trap were not without their doubts on the wishings that this couldn't have happened some other way. They wouldn't have resorted to this bizarre method in the first place, but killing or even scaring the beasts through any ordinary means had turned out not to be a sustainable option.

For all the science and helpful resources they provided, the installations on this planet were really not that well-equipped when it came to firepower, and they lacked weaponry big enough to make more than the most superficial of dents in the creatures' hides. In particular, heat-based weaponry was known to work well at scaring away most of the large creatures on this world - but getting enough weaponry of that type at such a station - and then powering it for long enough for a creature of this size to even notice - was beyond impractical; it was a financial- and power-management impossibility.

When petitioned for help, the politicians had pontificated a lot and complained plenty more, but in the end had sent no real aid to help them.

This project was for scientists, by scientists, and they were doing it their way. They would produce a lot of heat in a controlled environment and find out just how dangerous it was for theses creatures to be affected by heat for prolonged durations.

"Send word back to the office," said the team's leader, a calm-headed male who nevertheless couldn't wince a little at the thought of what might transpire here today, "everything looks good to go."

A secretary who had entered the room with them relayed the message, and the sirens that until this point had continued blaring fell into sudden silence.

* * *

The creature's genitals and legs were central to the problems it caused, but there was still more to the creature's body than those few elements - quite a bit more - and indeed many of the more zoologically focused researchers had long lamented the impossibility of capturing one of the great beasts for sedated study. Both the external and internal anatomy of the creatures would seem to have been fascinating to examine.

Taking a view of the current specimen from a circling aircraft would have revealed several more curiously alien traits about it. The creature's legs, arms, and overall build bore a shape akin to that of a giant polar bear, although the feet were clawed and tightly flattened in a fashion that suggested a relationship to some sort of reptile. It had no hair anywhere on its body. The dorsal areas of the creature's skin had a snowy white color to them and a plain, smooth texture, while the ventral parts looked like black leather.

The creature had a plump head, neck, and tail, with these bits in particular resembling a vastly overgrown gila monster, although the head had no eyes at all, and only some tiny (for its size) ear-slits that modestly concealed its ferociously effective ability to locate prey via its sense of hearing, even when burrowing beneath ice and snow. His black belly and chest were particularly large and beefy, with the gut hanging down in blubbery excess - a sign of a well-fed specimen for sure.

His jaws were fanged and putrid, with the chilly interior of his mouth caked with the rotten remains of the (somewhat) smaller creatures on which it preyed. He had an exceptionally fat and flat tongue, which drifted lazily around its spacious home while his mandible drooped open in erotic pleasure.

Really, taking an aerial view of the beast would have led a person to only one possible conclusion: that the creature currently stuck here looked ready for serious sex, and entirely capable of enforcing his desire to have it.

Of course, he hadn't planned for this situation, and the scientists had.

* * *

"Commence stage one of Operation Dickwarmer," read a smooth female voice over the intercom. A pause. "Dickwarmer? Really, who...?" Another pause, this one several seconds longer. "Apologies. Everyone, follow the procedure as outlined. Officers into position; increment trap room thermostats on my mark. Three, two, one - engage."

Researchers throughout the observation rooms snickered. The scientific community had already given the beasts proper scientific names, but it was well known within this facility that some scientists had vulgar names for them. The more official informal name was "ice behemoth," which fit nicely with both their temperature and size, but a few of the more irate scientists had taken to referring them as "icedicks." That group of researchers notably included most of the members of the team that had designed the trap currently in progress, as well as the catalogue of commands for today's experimental operation. The name was a reference to the monsters' jerkish attitudes at least as much as to their genitalia. Several of those researchers had been emergency-transferred to this base after their own had had their aircraft facilities humped into submission by one of the monsters. Never mind that most of the laboratories were underground... "facility unsafe" and all that. More like "too difficult to supply."

"Well, you heard her," said one grinning male technician to another. "Time to make the dick warm. Time to melt the popsicle. ...C'mon, aren't you excited?"

"This is so not going to work," one of his adjacent partners replied.

Neither of these two were part of the team who had designed the system, but that didn't stop them speculating. If anything, it encouraged it.

"Wanna bet?" the first one asked. "Their optimal operating temperature has to be low."

"Low, sure," agreed the other, "but this?"

"Hey, it's science. We'll never know unless we test."

"Eh... if it were up to me, I'd say just kill the thing through whatever means necessary and not bother dicking around with this. I had friends in the hangar of Number Nine."

Similar back-and-forth contention passed through most all of the observation rooms, but soon settled into silent observation as the researchers observed the captive cock through their wide array of video feeds and directly in front of their own eyes. Its flow of pre did not diminish even slightly with these first few centigrade degrees of additional temperature; if anything it hastened considerably, the pool of it rising as the fluid continued sloshing out with each throb of the shaft. Audio recorders on the roof above captured sounds of ecstatic glee and relayed them to the researchers' ears.

"We have auditory confirmation - icedick appears to be enjoying himself for now," the snarky researcher said - not actually reporting anything, but goofily mimicking the voice of the woman doing the announcing on the intercom. "Reeeeequest permission to get on with this and turn the heat up further before he jizzes all over our hangar."

Apparently speed was not going to be a key element of today's test. The officers managing the thermostats coordinated religiously to hold the temperature steady at forty below freezing until further commands were given.

"Subject is showing signs of heightened arousal; triangular calculation verifies an approximate 10% increase in overall girth with variance depending on region. ...Now I've received the signal that the airlock and building superstructure holding steady - no danger of either ejaculation or flaccidity, or of losing our hangar for that matter. Officers, raise it up two degrees."

The two officers did as requested. The hyper-erect member gave a pair of shuddering throbs, as if anticipating the further increases to come...

* * *

"I have been informed by our superior officers that the title of this experiment has been officially changed to Operation Icebreaker. Whoever put it down as Dickwarmer on the official paperwork, you are advised to expect to be sacked sometime during the next day." A pause, and numerous fits of self-restrained snickering ensued among (mostly) the younger researchers around the observation rooms.

The monstrous blue penis was not looking so hot now - or perhaps "not so cold" would be a more appropriate turn of phrase. The relatively minor increases in temperature seemed over a period of several minutes to have made the cock sick. Its flesh was puffing outward noticeably more than usual, particularly in the knobs, in ways that seemed unlikely to be attributable to increased arousal alone. The knobs were developing slight irregularities in the smoothness of their surface, like beanbags with indentations from someone pressing down with a hand.

Among the researchers, vengeful anger gave way for a moment to more legitimately motivated scientific notetaking. The cock's reaction to the slight increase in temperature surprised a number of the scientists, and seemed curious in its expression even to those who had expected something along these lines. Digitally enhanced images showed curious droplets of perspiration forming on the surface of the knobs - simultaneously explaining their slight deflation.

Outside, the ice behemoth's head was slack jawed and dazed-looking as he continued fucking the tight hole. Something in his cock felt uncomfortable, but his arousal had risen to such a level that he didn't care. The pre kept flowing; his balls drew gradually up toward his loins as his genital muscles tightened. Yet, he couldn't quite get enough stimulation to actually cum...

"Subject's activity has increased," indicated the woman over the intercom. "Structural integrity readouts from the hangar?"

A man in one of the observation booths gave a vivid "OK" gesture, waving his arm around.

"Officers, proceed with the next increment." The pair acted accordingly, providing their respective input to crank the temperature up another two notches.

* * *

"This is bizarre, and yet I can't look away!" the snarky young scientist commented to anyone in his room who would listen, which for the moment didn't appear to be anyone - all were too focused on what was happening to the ice behemoth's genital member.

He looked as ready to cum as a man ever could. In only a few minutes' time after the temperature increase, the massive length that dwarfed aircraft had begun spasming in what was either a cascading series of dry orgasms or something else more sinisterly teasing leading up to them.

To the ice behemoth's experience, it was more so the latter, but a handful of the men in the observation booths couldn't help having fantasies about the former. For a creature ostensibly having his dick heated up with the intent to eventually kill or at least tremendously discourage him, he sure seemed to be enjoying himself, and some found themselves outright envying his experience - at least for now - watching the creature's massive, dilating blood vessels strain against the throbby blue surface.

However, for the vast majority for the researchers, both male and female, the reaction to observing this vigorous sexual response in their test subject was far less pleasant. Most of the males were already trying to avert their eyes whenever they could, while simultaneously struggling to keep their minds off the more sympathetically painful aspects of the situation: each such male was well aware that that the giant cock was indeed trapped and in danger, and that in some mixed up parallel universe it could just as easily be his own cock stuck in a trap instead. The thought generally did not appeal.

One young female researcher found herself being teased by her male coworkers for staring too long at the gigantic profile of the shaft's tip. She insisted she had only been trying to observe the member's motions and emissions, but they kept up their prodding regardless. She was in fact being honest and was more than anything nervous for her own safety for this whole affair - they were dealing with a giant animal here!

Meanwhile, the hangar had become more properly a tank or swimming pool for the creature's precum, rather than merely a place that was puddling or flooding with it. The entire length of the hanger lay several meters deep in the stuff, and chemical sampling devices were being deployed from contraptions in the walls to attempt to get samples containing the perspirant liquid from the penis's knobs.

Yet all was not bliss in this precum-swamped cocktrap, either. The perspiration from the knobs had only gotten heavier, leaving the skin to shrivel more noticeably. The precise way that the cock throbbed was also growing more ominously intense with each passing pulse. Over time the weight of the throbs was shifting more and more toward the cockhead, with the tip bulging outward half-an-instant after the rest of the shaft pulsed, as if some unstudied groin muscles - or maybe even tiny muscle fibers on the shaft itself - were working the head to try to coax the ejaculation free faster - so that his cock might flee whatever too-hot place it had gotten itself into.

As a result of these bizarre motions, the cocktip began literally sputtering precum, the urethra opening wide with muscular contractions and heaving slightly as liquid and a faint vapor spat out. Over time it became clearer that something else was coming out with the precum, but it wasn't clear what exactly it was. More probes were dispensed to gather samples from nearer to the front, in hopes of having an answer to that question by the time the experiment was over.

"If you ask me," said a slightly younger than middle aged female on the team that had designed the trap, "I think he's bleeding internally and it's coming out there too. It isn't that much, but it's a warning sign." Together with two of her male coworkers, she looked head-on at the coughing urethra, peering deep into its tunnel and manipulating some adjustable lights to point inside of it. This visually confirmed that the urethral walls themselves were either sweating or bleeding, producing fluid within themselves in addition to what was coming out from deeper within the beast.

For the ice behemoth himself this experience was getting increasingly wearying and unpleasant, being akin to being edged repeatedly toward climax and then at last given only a deliberately ruined, forcibly dry orgasm as a reward.

By the time another minute passed his balls had grown blue in more ways than one; his loins ached and his mouth let out a groan up in the chilly air of the outside. His ineffectual humping slowed to motions of half-hearted habit as frustration and confusion set in.

Yet the airlock-cockring did its job: he did not lose hardness, not even a little, and if anything the hardness only became more entrenched as the loss of pressure from the perspiring knobs got counterbalanced by the blood vessels in the shaft widening to allow gradually more of his circulations to get stuck inside the shaft.

The ventral part of the member bobbed in a pool of its own emissions - which provided relief at first, but eventually only increased the creature's frustration and suffering after the liquid warmed up to match the hangar's new temperature. The "too warm" feelings spread in liquid form down the entire underside of the cock, prompting the beast to jerk it upward more with his throbs - to what small degree that he could, given the airlock's firm hold. This only made the tip-pressure and sputtering worse, while the air got no better in terms of heat.

At length, the ice behemoth decided he was done with this hole. Seriously done. He began shifting his weight to and fro, angling his hips side to side in an attempt to pull the shaft out. That accomplishing nothing, he reared up as far as he could (without possibly tearing his own cock off) and slammed his front legs down on the same end of the hangar where the lead research team was observing the tip and urethra. The support structures clanked audibly, prompting instant fear and attention from nearly everyone inside.

"Calm yourselves; this is normal," said the announcer. "Repeat, this is normal. Spring action is a planned parameter of our support structure. Do not be alarmed."

Together, the lead researchers managed to keep enough of a poker face about being so near (in an absolute distance sense) to being crushed that the morale of the other workers was for the most part regained, though the nonessential staff near the doors to the observation rooms did find themselves severely questioning why they had been assigned to this day's work at all. It seemed awfully dangerous, it did!

The ice behemoth kept up his present tantrum for some minutes, with his forelegs periodically smashing against the well-supported structure of the hangar's wall and sometimes coming down against the frozen exterior terrain instead. But he could not get his cock to budge from the strange hole, and unwilling to damage himself to try to get it out, he eventually settled down, puzzled and very much stuck.

So, for some minutes more, the status of the cock remained like that - totally trapped, sickly and miserable, but getting neither particularly better nor particularly worse, having adjusted as well as it could to life at its present temperature.

At length, the announcing woman spoke again. "Now that full diagnostics have been run to confirm it, I am informed that the hangar's support structure held up just fine against the creature's slamming. Subject seems to be entering a lull of tiredness with high confusion. Proceed with further incrementation of temperature."

The officers did their work, and the hangar heated up another two degrees.

* * *

"We have skin breach," said the announcer. "Repeat, we have skin breach on the eastern side. Chemical samplings from earlier phases are under processing. Manual photography needed on eastern side, with tissue sampling probes to follow. Probe controllers stand by."

The surfaces of the cock in places that were not knobby had become curiously dry over the last few minutes of rising temp. While the knobs continued shriveling and leaking fluid, the desiccating flat areas had gotten stretched taut against the inner meat of the shaft. As the temperature stabilized at its target value for this phase, that stretching had progressively worsened, until scaly cracks formed in the flesh there and eventually developed tiny rips that bled bluish-purplish alien blood, its shade not all that dissimilar to the color of the cock itself. Apparently fairly reflective, the liquid had glistened in the lighting with each throb of the shaft and had been easily enough detected by the numerous cameras.

As well as anyone could tell, the ventral portions of the shaft coated in the juices filling the hangar were not suffering this particular ill effect just yet - but it was hard to tell, since the leaking fluid from a skin breach would be harder to distinguish among so much other liquid and the film of it coating the cock's underside. Still, it seemed probable that the liquid was insulating and moisturizing well enough down there to prevent such an outcome for now.

On the portions exposed to air, more and more of these hairline skin-tears continued to form as the moments passed, and before long they apparently caused sufficient pain in the sensitive cock that the ice behemoth let out a mighty roar - this time vibrating the hangar's frame with the rumbling might of the vocalization. Live-capture audio feeds from outside relayed this sound throughout the observation booths and adjoining halls, while the original vibrations made the liquid within the hangar slosh violently around.

The observation researchers in the booths steeled themselves and reassured each other at this, but courage was not so ready at hand for some of the less committed and less directly involved members of the staff. Several adjuncts, attendants, and door guards either fled outright or began coolly walking away back toward the dormitories.

"Stand where you are!" the announcer demanded upon noticing some of these shenanigans, though not all of the fleeing auxiliary staff paid heed. "Give me a structural integrity check, immediately!" A pause. "Repeat, structural integrity check, now. Is this a go?"

The "OK" came after a brief hesitation and double-checking.

"Subject is repeatedly pressing his feet against the ground, most likely attempting to pull the hangar up now since he can't pull himself out. Keep extra close watch on the integrity sensors; the last thing we need is him lifting the whole building and then smashing our modular observation rooms with it. We're going to give him some time to wear himself out before we continue."

And wear himself out he did - though it took a depressingly and painfully long time, with his skin continuing to crack and his knobs continuing to shrink into little more than deflated puff-sacs, all while his pent-up seed remained mainly stuck within him behind that torturous airlock, despite his urethra's constant sputtering of gradually declining amounts of juices.

The flesh of his cock at the base was even starting to ache in a different way, with noticeable internal bruising forming from the constant pressure and his sometimes too-vigorous efforts to pull away. The flesh grew tenderer there from these internal wounds - and sweated an alarming amount of its volume away due to the ongoing friction working in combination with the rising heat within. Soon enough the airlock pressed inward with merciless tightness to compensate for the cockbase's slight deflation, with its operator taking care not to give the ice behemoth any hope of slipping free.

The flesh at the base grew further irritated from this heightened force from the seal, while the tender nerves everywhere else along the cock's surface ignited with prickling, ongoing pain from heat and skin-breakage alike.

The pain rolled through the member in a jabbing, ongoing staccato that would not die down; the beast dug his reptilian hind claws in the ground and pushed and pushed, but could not leverage himself enough to get the deceptively well-reinforced structure to budge. Its supports went literally kilometers down under the icy ground, and even a creature of this one's stature could not contend with that. His balls rolled sullenly up and down in his sack, eager to pulse with joy and revel in the dispensation of the huge load... yet there was no joy to be had for them. Even the bitterly freezing air of the outside keeping them pleasantly cold was no consolation when both the temperature and erectility of the far more sensitive organ inside were refusing to go down!

Rut and tug though he did - for a solid ten minutes - he eventually felt himself getting truly winded, even as his helpless cock throbbed harder from his brain beginning to half-interpret the stale pain-sensations as something that might actually be intended as pleasure. With the skin all along the surface of his cock now blazing with pain and his body's version of inflammation (which for an ice behemoth was more of an attempt at a cooling action than that word might imply), he finally relented, taking time to breathe deeply and listen in confusion to the curious sounds of the structure below him - which periodically bustled with the sounds of tiny creatures talking, his sensitive auditory system picking them up despite the numerous layers of insulation...

The announcer administered the protocol once again, and up went the temperature to the next stage...

* * *

It was around this time that a number of the male scientists started feeling severe discomfort at continuing to observe the goings-on.

"Preliminary analysis on early fluid samples has completed. Subject's body produces large amounts of soluble organic compounds capable of reducing the freezing point of water far below the lowest levels of current antifreeze technology. To speak in the vernacular, we may have just caught ourselves a gold mine. Seminal fluid samples contain impurities of these compounds along with blood; further analysis on the blood in particular is required. Proceed with experiment as planned, and prioritize trap security."

Even the cheerful report of those findings came as a poor consolation for those observers who were feeling the most malaise. Even for the more more experienced and vengeful project leaders gathered in the booth at the front of the cock, it was hard to view the sputtering, shriveling cocktip as a source of fame and fortune for their research lab. The way the urethra burped open and showed its bluish-purple insides to the cameras before closing and burping open again... it was getting hard not to see the beast's leaking semen as the very seeds of future nightmares in their minds.

On the opposite side of things, the situation was no more pleasant. The base of the ice behemoth's cock did not merely sting from friction and tearing now; it outright ached from the bruising and weakness, with its flesh getting progressively tenderized within the relentless pressure of the airlock. The middle-aged female engineer operating the airlock noticed this loss of structural integrity in the subject and sent a text query to the front-side booth regarding what to do about it. The query came back as an intercom announcement requesting a very slight reduction in the force from the airlock doors, but with careful monitoring to continue so that he would would not escape.

In between those two points of observation lay the meat of the shaft, now so far above the beast's "safe" operating temperature - a temperature still far below the natural freezing point of water, but swelteringly hot to the ice behemoth nonetheless - that other serious biological problems were making themselves apparent. Beyond the sweating, beyond the tearing... something fundamentally seemed to be breaking down within it, and the results were not pretty.

The bulbous knobs had all but entirely shriveled and deflated, their liquids spent and unable to stop the malevolent progression of the heat. The inner turgid flesh of the member had begun to swell unnaturally, straining from the heat even as the drying blanket of skin around it tore and shrank tighter. Multi-angle camera sampling produced a computerized estimate that the "specimen" had lost more than 10% of its total volume already - a number which would have been much higher if the cameras could have accounted for the excess swelling within the corpora.

Loss of actual mass was much more difficult to measure, and no such numbers yet existed for this, but what was obvious was that a lot of mass had been dispensed into the hangar itself, which was now inundated in pre, blood, and other fluids nearly up to the urethral slit. The cock's dutiful throbbing and emissions had not ceased, though the backlog of proper ejaculate behind the airlock-cockring had only increased while the pre-cum continued to taper off.

Owing to the high temperature and the painful gradualness of the process, the cock's temperature was starting to cause more obvious problems elsewhere in the body as well. Borne up into the monster's groin through simple convection and through what little circulation could still take place, the heat had long since spread through him and given him the equivalent of a low-grade fever. Now he felt that fever worsening, his heart rate getting spotty, his exhausted hips and knees going weak.

The constant pain had only worsened this process, triggering the release of a variety of stress hormones that accelerated metabolism throughout his body's cells and increased their output of heat. As a result, the beast's entire hairless form had begun sweating liquid in a manner similar to the knobs on the cock - except this sweating was far more pervasive and, at least for the time being, far more effective for counteracting the changes in temperature. But it came at a price: hydration in the creature's body was decreasing at a phenomenal rate, along with its balance of the temperature-regulating chemicals that normally accompanied any liquid in its body. If the researchers had been quick about the process of turning up the heat, the beast might have eventually gotten away with only a bizarre penile nullification, but now it seemed he might end up dehydrated to the point of death as well.

Methodically, at the announcer's call, the officers raised the temperature again. The painful pulses in his shaft seared their way to his tired brain, but he could do nothing.

* * *

Minutes passed in dull agony.

The pressure within the shaft continued to over-swell itself, even as the skin shrank and dehydrated until it finally chafed off, leaving the inner flesh mercilessly exposed to the air above and the rising mixture of fluids below. The searing pain had become a low, stale thrumming to the beast's mind, giving neither pain nor pleasure in any way he could continue consciously tracking. His eyeless head drooped, the neck and chin sweating liquid with profuse haste, while down below even his balls were leaking fluid, and the flesh of his member was well on its way to its doom.

Though the urethral sputtering continued, the actual pre-ing had now decremented to nothing, for the simple reason that the creature's body had run out of both its initial stores of the stuff and its surplus liquid resources for making more. What little continued to emerge periodically were portions of proper cum with a thin enough viscosity to slip through the pinched base - which at this point wasn't much of the total cum backed up within the creature's body. His bountiful masculine tract continued doing what it could with what it had, but there really wasn't much to do at this point.

For now, the flooding of the hangar seemed destined to stop at the meatus, with the skin-torn, aching cock buoyed up on the weight of its own juices.

Rather than ripping wide open as the shrinking skin exposed to the air had been doing for some time, the ventral skin submerged in the liquid seemed bizarrely to be melting away - like an ice cube dissolving into a warm drink, or perhaps like fatty tissues liquefying in a skillet. In reality the process involved was a kind of midpoint between those two metaphors: due to the intolerably high temperature, skin, fluids, and all were starting to melt down and drift away into the hangar's soupy mess, leaving the inner flesh exposed from below as well.

The beast gave a loud yet pitiful roar from above, and the scientists focused all the more fervently on their note-taking - partly because there really was a lot to examine now and partly because looking directly at the big picture unfolding in front of them was becoming a serious challenge to some combination of their emotions and stomachs, with the relative amounts of each depending on the person.

The exposed inner flesh of the cock was a similar shade of blue to the skin above, but the increased visibility of some of the larger blood vessels revealed just how sorely the shaft's circulation had thrombosed from the heat. One of the dorsal veins looked ready to pop at any moment, and the flesh around it was ballooning slowly outward as the pressure within the nearby corpus cavernosum overloaded itself beyond the shaft's limits.

Meanwhile, down at the base, the airlock had once again begun an insidious progression toward what could easily end with severing the member at its base: the bruising all around had worsened once again, and now, despite the previously effective balance of settings, the airlock was starting to crunch some of the outer flesh into mush once again as it pressed inward. The operator adjusted it carefully once more, keeping the base sealed yet intact.

Despite all of this sensation from his member, the ice behemoth had entered a forlorn and defeated mental state. The creature's exhaustion (and now fever, too) had reached a point that made moving away from the trap an almost-forgotten option. His roars were nothing short of pitiable by this point, his voice weakening and rasping while his too-fast heartrate drove his circulation to dangerous extremes.

The researchers kept the temperature steady for some time, to see if the veins atop the shaft would rupture, but they did not. For fifteen minutes they waited like this, the creature's sweating all over his body worsening, and the skin up on his neck and back beginning to chafe from dryness in the icy wind that was normally a boon companion in keeping his body sufficiently cold. His head began to twitch in delirium, and the stress hormones pumped themselves to the max, till his heart rate accelerated beyond what it ever performed on even the most furious of hunts.

But since even this extreme of suffering did not give way to destruction under the current thermostat reading, the announcer gave the order to turn the thermostat up once more.

The officers complied, and the heat within the hangar started to rise, the flesh pulsing helplessly as the blood pressure in corpora and veins alike grew to a new high...

And then in an awful series of biological failures it happened. The right dorsal corpus ruptured internally, causing the balance of mass within the cock to shift disgustingly as severe bruising reigned within. Then, as the temperature climbed, the pressure didn't cease to grow, and soon the tearing of the cock's surface and the bruising from within met in the middle: the top of the shaft developed a deep tear that began to spurt forth the creature's blood in helpless, agonizing globs. The thrombosed veins did not benefit greatly from this relief of pressure, but were spared from exploding as the corporal flesh had.

With blood from the one corpus spurting all over the hanger and joining the liquid already there, the pressure inside the base of the shaft shifted as well - in a way that the operators did not catch right away. The solidity of the base decreased, allowing the airlock to crunch a little further inward, pinching the urethra and forcing the remaining intact corpora to balloon with incredible pressure.

More internal bursting, and more profuse bleeding - the cock like a living firecracker was popping from within, the imbalances of pressure destroying it while up above the creature's body began to slump with less and less responsiveness, its weight bearing down harder on the roof of the hangar. Structural integrity checks indicated that the hangar would hold - the last real test in determining that their efforts to reinforce the building had been a resounding success.

The urethral opening of the cock sputtered pitifully, dribbling blood instead of semen as its inner parts continued ripping open. To the observers at the front, it looked like a bizarre sewer tunnel, glorping out a stream of disgustingly mixed fluids with bits of what looked like still-solid flesh mixed in, another sign of just how severe the shaft's internal breakdown really was. The right side of the tip (or the observers' left) deflated to a puny size as the ruptured corpus lost pressure, giving the tip a bizarrely deformed appearance for the time being while the left dorsal corpus remained firm.

"Keep this on observation," the woman's voice sounded through the booths. "We have confirmed internal hemorrhaging leading to severe external bleeding."

A pause. Some of the researchers in the various observation rooms were noticeably shaken or sickened-looking, and the intercom soon came back on to address this.

"Keep steady in your tasks, everyone," continued the announcer. "I can tell some of you aren't holding up well at seeing this, but you are to remain at your posts. Repeat, remain at your posts. Those with probes, acquire more skin samples in case of a possible escape. Note that at present no escape appears likely. We're doing great, people. Engineering, drain hangar fluids to storage space now, to facilitate acquisition of further tissue samples from below."

Drainage panels on the hangar floor opened up, and the fluids began to wash down, with this process taking some time because of the sheer volume of the liquid mess involved. Although briefly trickier to control as a result of the flow, the probes persisted in going out to gather samples, while the cock continued its unraveling into a mixture of bubbly flesh, blood, and other fluids.

The left dorsal corpus was the next major part to give way, with its turgid blood erupting downward in great spatters as it, too, lost much of its imposing size and released the over-taut flesh around it into a process of wrinkly, desiccated shriveling. The burping motions at the front of the cock's head only quickened from there, with the stream of outpouring blood accelerating as the contents of other broken inner tissues found their way out through the most readily available hole.

Over a period of minutes, thanks to the drains' activity, the portions of the ventral side of the shaft that had not already dissolved away became exposed to the air again - including a couple of nerves that sent renewed signals of sharp agony through the creature in response to the sudden change of atmosphere. The tiny remote-controlled probes wasted no time, darting out and reaching up to scrape up melty hunks of the exposed flesh, the cock-meat coming out in little square servings like fleshy gelatin.

These efforts ended up puncturing a hole in the already-weakened ventral corpus, causing even more blood to erupt onto the hangar floor and hastening the cock's shrinking demise. The flesh of the shaft's underside drew up tight around the urethra, its bigness deflating fast while the probes kept up their efforts.

For the researchers, nausea was becoming an increasingly pervasive difficulty. Observing the way the sampled flesh melted into a soupy sheen on its surface when brought in to room temperature only heightened the disgust, but everyone held themselves in check for the time being. Looking out over the deflating member in their hangar, they could see this sheen being repeated on every exposed groove of the skin and inner tissues, as the flesh disintegrated with terrible slowness.

But if this was all too much for some of the researchers, it was definitely too much for the experimental subject, who even now could still feel every tiny knife penetrating his flesh and could do nothing in response but throb and heat up further.

Another round of the little sampling probes made their way over, and this time several of their implements dug directly into one of the member's exposed nerves.

Another breaking point. Yet what was left to break? He had already given his body every stress response available. Weariness had totally taken him. Yet still his pain responses tried to accomplish something - forced his circulation to work harder and harder, even as he sweated and bled out terrible quantities of the fluids that kept his body alive.

That was when the heart attack started. His head twitched to and fro before locking in place at a leftward leaning angle. His body rumbled and the throbs in his cock became irregular before stopping entirely, the spurting of blood from the shrively rod giving way to a silent, flowing drainage.

With his circulation failing, so too did his body's ability to support itself. His pudgy belly and the rest of his weight came down heavily on the structure, which held up admirably despite some minor bowing of some of the secondary supports.

The engineers gave it an all-clear soon enough. A few of the researchers manipulated their probes in a frenzy, now more emboldened than ever to carve the cock into numerous little test samples.

The slumping of his body put pressure on what remained of the cock's bruised and pathetic base, but the slightest adjustment of the airlock's pressure allowed the flesh to remain stuck there without breaking apart at the base. No need to let that part deflate right away if it could be preserved.

* * *

The voice of the announcer came through one more time: "All right, vitals are shutting down. That's a wrap, everyone. Nonessential observers, return to your dormitories; field crew, suit up and prepare to examine the body. Field squad one, I'd like you to head down to the airlock and devise a plan for an in-person examination of the the member's base - and do it fast before what's left of the pressure manages to leak out. Go to it. I think we can all agree this went more interestingly than expected."

The snarky young researcher - currently one of the most nauseous in the entire bunch - had nothing to say to that. He turned and walked out of his observation room quicker than the others. He had been among the zealous first to send his probe out to try for a carved tissue sample, but he found himself still thinking about its appearance over and over, the effects of the heat on it...

He needed a restroom. He needed a restroom immediately. He ran all the way to get there. The snack he snuck on his way to the deck was refusing to stay put inside of him...

The essential project staff - practically a skeleton crew compared to the mass observation before - continued their work more gradually, manipulating the temperature up and down to see how the flesh dissolved and congealed. Its properties were fascinating, and spoke highly of these creatures' abilities to survive in extreme cold.

"You know, though," said one in the main project leaders' booth, "It really was a dickwarming."

His coworkers had nothing at all to say to that. He couldn't say he was surprised.

Down in the drained hanger, what was left of the member lay in a smaller puddle of its own gradually dissolving flesh. What had once taken up the entire length and much of the width of the hangar had diminished to less than a third of its former girth and was fast losing length as what remained of the flesh continued giving up its liquid. It in no way looked knobby any longer and barely even looked like a proper cock at all, so stolen away was its skin and its meat.

Probes continued sampling the member, with some now climbing into the urethra to take samples of it its lining and the surrounding flesh, while six technicians clothed in hazmat suits made their way inside to oversee the situation and prepare for direct interaction.

The crew dispatched between the airlock doors found the portion of the erection within surprisingly intact by comparison, and were surprised at its firmness to the touch even in death. They decided to pump cold air into the lock to experiment further on the small portion of the erection that remained.

Outside, the belly of the beast lay squished against edge of the hangar's roof, his hairless body sloping forward from there like a smoothly descending hill and his eyeless reptilian head motionlessly looming on the opposite side, nearly but not quite touching the frozen ground.

By the by, a crew made its way out via aircraft to examine what was left - a crew including three of the researchers from the trap design team. At this point they were in agreement that the operation had definitely been a success, but discussion did come up of finding faster and more humane ways to conduct this sort of experimentation in the future.

The topic of how precisely to go about removing this corpse off of their hangar, they would save for later.

Story (C) 2014 dolphinsanity and was anonymously commissioned.