The man

"Him." Dr. Johnson grins wickedly and gestures for you to begin.

You approach him and the man is glaring, thrashing around trying to get free. You're almost dizzy, knowing the only way he'll be free is with a ruined sac.

"What is this? You sick fucks, what is this? Answer me!" He is a beautiful specimen, a perfect plaything to ruin.

"You signed up for this, don't you remember? A volunteer?"

"I didn't volunteer for whatever the hell this is!"

You just smile, you can't wait anymore, and let the show begin. Entering a few commands on the remote, your robot springs to life. Ready to follow your every command and castrate the man before you.

You want to take it slow, so you have your robot ease closer, almost non-threateningly. The illusion of safety is quickly lost when, with a swipe of your hand, a fist forms and is swung between the man's legs.

This is a meaty thud and the man tries to mask his scream through clenched teeth. His balls bounce from the impact and already begin to swell, turning a subtle shade of red from where the impact was made.

You swipe again and again and again. The man screams as the metallic fists assaults his exposed balls. They bounce all sorts of ways but your machine is accurate and never misses its target.

The woman is screaming too, as Dr. Johnson's robot assaults her cunt. It alternates between punching and pinching her clit. She is having a harder time remaining composed, not like either of them are good at it, and is crying and pleading between sobs.

You feel an arm loop around your own, and Dr. Johnson pulls you to sit on a bench and relax. You do so and enter another command. This time your robot's fist opens and takes the swollen pair of balls into it. The man and you make brief eye contact, his lips quivering as he begs for mercy.

You press a button and he shrieks as your robot clamps down. His balls bulge in the crevices of your robot's hand, trying to escape the pressure.

The man's and woman's screams are beautiful together. Seeing them both scream and cry is making you hot and causing an all too familiar heat settle in your groin. The same could be said for Dr. Johnson because you feel her undo her skirt and than your pants.

For a brief moment, you both set your remotes aside and get more comfortable. It doesn't take long for you both to settle again.

She's curled onto the bench, her legs resting on her other side. You have leaned back, your head against the rest, with your legs spread. You pick your remote up and switch to the one handed settings, she does the same. You both grin as you slip your hand into her skirt and she slips her hand into your pants.

You begin again. This time, you hold back nothing.

The man screams as your robot goes wild. Pulling and twisting, punching and slapping, crushing and grinding. They are incredibly swollen and perhaps the darkest you've ever seen bruised balls get.

The woman is shrieking and sobbing, incoherent as she begs for you and Dr. Johnson to stop. Her clit is swollen and blood red, perhaps its actually bleeding, and is as bruised as the man's balls. Dr. Johnson's robot is pinching and punching and twisting the girl's nub.

As they scream and cry, thrash and jerk, you and Dr. Johnson moan and sigh, thrust and wither, as you both approach climax.

You open your eyes and nudge Dr. Johnson to do the same. Both your hands speed up with their task, as the man and woman shriek. From the man you see your robot give one final, hard squeeze as his balls burst. From the woman you see her legs thrash wildly as Dr. Johnson's robot gives one last, hard punch as her little swollen clit pops.

Their shrieks of agony are all you and Dr. Johnson's hear as you finish each other off. Her cunt flexes and becomes tight as it pulses around your fingers and you thrust wildly into her soft hand as your cock spurts out hot spunk.

For a second, all you both do is sit there and stare at the two ruined pets. One with a decimated clit and the other with two busted balls. You reach into your lab coat and offer Dr. Johnson a cigarette, which she accepts.

"We should do a second test." She holds the cigarette between to soft, smooth lips.

You nod and light her cigarette, "Agreed."