Something bad

Suddenly, the robot released the swollen and abused balls. It spun and hit you square in the chest, sending you sprawling on your back. You hit your head hard and before you can get back your bearings you see your robot loom above you.

You move to protect yourself, but it is already to late. Two more metallic hands come forward and grab each leg, spreading them apart and leaving you only more exposed. You are stuck on your back, legs apart, as the robot looms over you. The realization of what is to come steals away any pleasure you had felt and leaves you with a cold dread.

Your robot has betrayed you.

You begin to struggle but it is no use. Whether it is faulty coding or the robot has simply been corrupted, you'll never really know. All you know is that the only way your going to leave this room is with two popped balls. You can do nothing as the third hand reaches down and grabs you by the front of your pants. It takes hold of both balls firmly, rolls them around for a moment, before it squeezes hard. You scream and thrash, but it only causes your sac to strech and strain, hurting your balls further.

It is by no means a quick castration. The metal fists rolls and squeezes, drawing out the demise of the two balls just at had been designed to do. You wanted your captives to suffer and now here you are, sprawled open with your own creation mercilessly crushing your balls into paste.

By the time you feel your balls close to popping you can hear that the young man has recovered enough to watch your emasculation. He's talking, maybe even laughing, as your robot gives a hard yank and you shriek. You no longer have the strength to move, just lay their prone as your ruined.

You look down at the hand closed around you. The metal hand is clamped tight on your crotch, some parts of your clothed balls bulging between the crevices of the robot's fist. You sob and beg patheically, trying weakly to pry the hand off of you and save your manhood.

It's too late.

You let out a loud, piercing shriek as the metal fingers dig into your balls and you feel them give. Both balls tremble under the intense pressure, throbbing hard as they swelled and swelled until they couldn't any more. Your left nut popped first, than your right. Your screams turn to loud, agonized sobs as your robot finally releases you.

Your legs fall closed and you curl into fetal position, both hands moving to craddle your popped balls. The last thing you hear is the man screaming as your robot moves to finish castrating him before you finally, mercifully, pass out.