1 comments/ 19886 views/ 2 favorites The Tormenter By: Quickhands A group of scientists test the effectiveness of a testicle torture device on a young man. "Sir, I think we've got our masterpiece. I mean, just look at it. It is such a beauty." He pointed towards a machine that had a wedge at the back of the square control panel which housed a component not dissimilar to, I had said, "a massive metal ruler with no markings on it. Or, what I like to call, the tormenter." "Let's turn it on and see how it does," I added excitedly, rubbing my hands together. I then pressed a large, red button, putting the machine into action. The machine emitted an ominous whirring sound, before the tormenter started to move up and down along the wedge at the back of the control panel. "Look, sir, we can adjust the frequency, adjust the angle of impact, and even choose between two ways of castrating the subject. "See, you can choose to use the spring-loaded mechanism." At the press of a toggle, the tormenter stopped its up-and-down motion, and instead, slowly went lower and lower, before releasing with a loud scraping sound as it shot up the 3-feet wedge within an instant, hitting the metal cuffs that were dangling above. " - Or even the simple, mechanical method." I pressed the toggle again and the tormenter resumed moving up and down rapidly. "Let's try out the frequency button!" I turned the frequency knob all the way to the right, causing the tormenter to become quicker, even going fast enough to start to become a blur. The whole contraption started to shake ominously, causing the assistant to hurriedly press the large button again. "Please do not worry, sir. The machine has been designed to work at its peak when an adult man's testicles are taking the hits. It will not go out of control as we've seen when the tormenter's blows are cushioned by a sack." "Very well. I shall take your words for it," the superior finally spoke in a condescending tone. "You are to test the machine by next week with a human subject." Throughout the next few days, I had to get approval from numerous government sectors to get my hands on a criminal who was sentenced to corporal punishment. I even had to lie and tell them not to worry, and that the punishment I will carry out is more based on the psychological side. But it was all worth it. I would finally be able to see the fruits of my effort. "Bring him in!" I ordered, my voice echoing throughout the room. A young man walked through the door, with two guards behind him to prevent him from escaping. His hands were cuffed behind his back, and his legs were bound to chained iron balls to limit his mobility. "You may leave," I told the guards. With some shuffling of footsteps, the only ones left in the room were me, and my subject. "Name, Sean Paulsteen," I mused, as I read through his file. "Sit down." He obeyed. "So, decided to try and rape someone?" I taunted. He frowned. "Decided to use these", I said, grabbing his genitals, "to pleasure yourself?" I finished, squeezing his large testicles. He squirmed and tried to rid himself of my grip. "Please! Stop!" "Let me tell you what will happen," I said, letting go of his testicles. "You enter this room a whole man, you leave this room with the organs that make you a man destroyed," I said as-a-matter-of-factly. His eyes widened in horror. "W-what?! They told me I will only be involved in some sort of e-experiment!" he protested. "You are. They lied, but were right. They just didn't say what kind of experiment," I replied, as I prepared the tranquilizer with a syringe. "W-what are you going to do with that thing?" he asked anxiously. I could sense the trepidation in his tone. "Don't worry. Just have a good rest," I said as I broke the skin on his arm with the needle, pushing down on the syringe. Within minutes, he was unconscious. I immediately got to work. I undid his cuffs and iron balls and undressed him. Though with some trouble, I managed to carry him to the machine, put him directly on the tormenter and fastened the machine's restraints. I then pressed a multitude of buttons to get the machine to lift him up, so that he was suspended in mid-air, ready to take the bashing in his testicles. I started to prepare my papers and a video camera so I could record down the process. Two hours later, I was all set, and the timing was perfect, because he was already stirring. I sat down and waited to see his reaction. He started and inhaled sharply as he woke up, lifting his head and slowly opened his eyes. At first he didn't seem to realise his predicament, but quickly caught on. "Wh-what the hell is this?!" he shouted, buckling violently against the restraints. "You will know in a few minutes. I will let the machine introduce itself." I strode across the room, and pressed the red, large button. The familiar whirring sound started again. I could see the fear in the man's eyes. "W-what is going on?!" he asked, his eyes pleading for an answer. "Why is it making that sound?!" "The sound will be the least of your worries in a few seconds. You'll see," I said. "Wh - OUCH!" he exclaimed, as the contraption released its mechanism and caused the tormenter to shoot up into his testicles. "Oh...god...it hurts so much...WHAT IS THIS MACHINE?!" he asked. "Didn't I already say? You enter this room a man, you leave this room with your testicles destroyed." Just as I finished, the tormenter shot up again, causing his testicles to jump up from the impact. He moaned again. "Oh god...why? Why me?" he said as he squeezed his legs together, no doubt in great pain. "No reason. You were the only prisoner they were willing to lend to me. By the way, if you think this hurts, wait till I change the mode of the mechanism." From his lack of reaction, I was sure he wasn't listening to me. I pressed the toggle to change it to mechanical, and set the frequency to once per second. I then sat down and admired the work of the contraption. The scene was erotic to me, and I soon felt a bulge in my pants. I did not attend to this need, as I wanted to take in everything that was happening. His groans and howls of misery soon filled the room. His testicles had barely the time to return to a neutral position, before the tormenter shot up again to collide with his family jewels. Soon, he was trying to squeeze his legs together to prevent the assault. He was successful. I let him take a break. Afterall, what's the rush? The longer it lasted, the longer his agony, the better. After some time, I decided to test the design of his knee restraints. At the press of a button on the control panel, the hanging restraints moved in opposite directions, pulling his legs apart. Try as he might, he was unable to overcome the force of the machine. His testicles were once again in a vulnerable position. I turned the frequency knob to five times a second to make up for the unsuccessful slaps to his testicles earlier. The increase in speed increased the intensity of his pain, it seemed. "Oh...god...so...fast...please...make it stop..." he pleaded. In spite of that, I saw that he was sporting a huge erection. I smiled. It seemed it would not be so easy to ruin a man. I was also sporting a huge erection. This time, I decided to satisfy myself. As the prisoner was in extreme pain, I was in pure ecstasy. Within minutes, I had reached climax. I sat in my chair as I slowly stroked my penis, savouring the pleasure. After a few minutes, I woke myself from my dream-like state and zipped up my pants. Having lost my sexual desire, I decided to end the experiment quickly. I stopped the machine. "H-has it e-ended...?" he asked weakly. Even though it seemed he was in pure agony, the underside of his penis, his testicles, the tormenter and the floor underneath him had pre-cum. Even as he lost his erection, for some reason pre-cum was still dripping off the head of his penis. Could he already be ruined? I thought to myself. I moved close to him. He was breathing very deeply and quickly. "I am bored. I shall set the machine to maximum impact, and a frequency of 10 times a second. If you are still a man after 30 seconds, you shall leave this room a man. Otherwise, you can blame it on your own bad luck for possessing these globes," I said, slapping his testicles from underneath, causing him to retract his hips in pain. "Ohhh..." he moaned. I meddled the controls on the panel, and pressed the button once more. I took out my stopwatch, and timed. This time, the tormenter was moving so fast, it was a blur. In fact, it was so fast his testicles were only being hit on every other oscillation as they had no time to recover. His moans started to become roars of pain. "Oh...AHHHH MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE! OH GOD! IT HURTS SO BAD! URGH...!" I revelled in his misery and found myself horny again, to my surprise. A beep emitted from my stopwatch. I stopped the machine, lowered him to the floor and released his restraints. If it weren't for his pain, I was sure he would be attacking me now. But he just laid there, breathing deeply, both hands covering his genitals, as though afraid I would continue the torture. I decided to examine the damage to aid in writing the report. After the half-hour session, his testicles had easily expanded up to twice its original size. They were sensitive to any touching, as he jerked when I examined his balls. I took out a pencil, and tapped his right testicle once. He immediately resumed his moaning, and was rolling around on the floor. "You are free to go," I said to him. He heard me, I knew, but he could not bring himself to move. "You are free to go," I repeated. Still no response. I walked up to him and whispered in his ears, "Go now, or I will tie you up to the machine again." Immediately, he got up, picked up his clothes and ran to the door, not even stopping to get dressed first. As he walked, he supported his testicles. And for good reason. With every step, the pain in his balls were probably magnified. As he left the room, I unzipped my pants again. I couldn't care even if I got into trouble for letting him go just like that. The Tormenter Claims Its Victim (This is a continuation of a story, called 'The Tormenter'.) * I still remember it was just a few months ago. I had completed the testing for my testicle-spanking device which I like to call "The Tormenter". I found I liked to use it as its official name, instead of as a nickname. I like how it sounded. Raw, awe-inspiring, fear-inducing. Ahh. The Tormenter. It truly was a masterpiece. I had tried it myself once, making sure to set the control panel to only one strike, at moderate impact before letting me down. Oh, the pain...It was no wonder my subject could not move until I forced him to after a half-hour session with the beauty. "It is that powerful, huh?" My superior had mused after I told him the results and showed him the video that I took during the testing. I noticed he had a bulge in his pants after the video had finished. I smirked. "Indeed. We are ready to unleash the beast upon the world, don't you think?" I asked, eager for his approval. I cannot wait for all of the world's men to be controlled by my creation. "I think we are." A few weeks later, they started to mass-produce the machine, and I was in charge of making sure nothing went wrong." The experience was not uneventful, as I had expected. I was fully ready for any opposition to the idea of the testicle-spanking machine. "Can you believe they are really going to produce this piece of shit machine?" I heard a worker say to his colleague. "And we're in charge of building the pioneer batch! This is crazy! I'm not building my own castration device! I'm not letting Pam have so much power over me! She's going to buy this for sure!" He added, clearly exasperated at the thought. "Hey, relax!" I said to him, putting a hand on his right shoulder as though we were bosom friends. From the look of shock on his face, I was sure he recognised me as the inventor of the machine in subject. I had appeared alongside my superior in the press conference for the machine. I gave him an affirmative nod, before continuing, "If you want, I can make sure that your unit comes special with a masturbation module. It will pump you, suck you, milk your prostate, whatever you want." "R-really? You would do that?" "Hell, I'll do it for all the workers who are working on the first batch of the machine!" I lied. "Wow! Thanks!" They echoed. I found these people highly gullible. A lie here and there, and all of them were willing to build the machine that will cause them immense pain. Though, I had indeed been working on a masturbation machine, but that's a story for another time. As a safety precaution, I had programmed every single unit of The Tormenter to deactivate with the phrase, "Let it begone, pain is virtual." Of course, until another phrase is uttered: "Adrenaline, pain renewed." The phrases were vague in meaning on purpose; I had intended it to be a safe phrase for me, and me alone. The other men can relish in their gut-wrenching agony. "Tom baby, are you ready for the session with the machine you've been promising me?" My girlfriend said seductively, leaning over me to let her cleavage come right infront of my face. "Of course, Julie sweethearts," I said, lifting my hand to carress her breasts over her brassiere. Julie had told me a week ago she had bought a new machine to spice up our sex life. I asked her what it was, and after some bashfulness, she told me it was a masturbation machine that worked for both of us simultaneously. She seemed to have a lot of ideas for us to use the machine with. The largest, and the most appealing one to me, would be to have the machine masturbate us to climax, and then we would have sex so I could last longer. She had complained about me arriving too quickly before. Concerned, I asked her if she hated how little control I had over how my genitals felt. She laughed, and I had no idea why. Two days earlier, the machine had arrived in a big, blue box marked 'Ikea'. I was amused by the subtlety. "Oh Julie, don't you like how the restraints are in the air?" I had asked. "What? Oh, y-yeah. But I think that's your side of the machine. Mine's behind the control panel. I think there's supposed to be some kind of vibrator that came out from the control panel," she had replied. I didn't dare to try it, but I was so aroused anything was welcome. Julie had me straddle the pole-like part of the machine, pushing my balls into the cold steel as she restrained me. She then cuffed my legs and then pressed something on the panel which lifted me up. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but I got used to the weight eventually. My legs lay dangling in mid-air. "Hoooh boy. I'm going to cum in mid-air for you, baby." She smiled. "You ready back there for the air fuck I'm going to give you from here?" "Absolutely. Let's go, Tommy-tweedles." As she said that, she pressed some buttons again, and the restraints started pulling my legs open. I was excited. I would orgasm without having control over my limbs. My penis was as hard as a rock. Then, a strange whirring sound started up. She had warned me about the sounds, so I just closed my eyes, opened my legs even wider and was ready for the intense orgasm. The sound of metal scraping against metal travelled to my ears, and immediately, I felt something collided with my testicles. A dull ache spread from my balls to my abdomen. "Oh...God...That feels s-so good...But when does the stroking start?" I said, my voice quivering a little. Admittedly, it had hurt quite a bit, but I didn't want to disappoint her. She kept quiet, and kept turning the knobs on the control panel, smiling. The long pole came up between my legs again, but it was faster this time. It collided with my testicles once again. The ache worsened. "Ohh..." I moaned. There was no break. The long pole shot up one more time, and the third time caused me to retract my pelvis in pain. "W-wait Julie. Stop! It's hurting me. Let's skip to the stroking shall we?" "There's no stroking," she replied. "It's a testicle-spanking machine." My eyes widened in horror. "IT'S A WHAT?! OUCH!" I shouted, my exclamation punctuated with an outburst of pain as the machine hit my testicles again. "Oh...God..." I moaned again. I tried to close my legs, but quickly remembered it was being held open by the restraints. I strained to close my legs, but realized that the machine was too sturdy. My heart skipped a beat. I'm in quite a situation. "Dear, let me introduce you to this machine. This," she said, beckoning towards the packaging as though welcoming someone on stage, "Is The Tormenter." "No...Julie...Stop this please...It's not funny anymore," I pleaded. I was sure she was just kidding. I noticed she had stopped the machine. I thought it was going to end, until I heard what she said. "No. I am sick of you using me as just a sexual object. All I am to you is just a way to bring yourself gratification. You can never bring me to orgasm, and today onwards you will never bring yourself or anyone to orgasm." "W-what do you m-mean?" "It means," she said, twiddling with the knobs again, "That I will destroy your manhood today." "NO! PLEASE! I WILL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! I WILL LICK YOU ALL DAY LONG IF YOU WANT! JUST LET ME GO!" I screamed, horrified and exasperated. The Tormenter started up again. Oh god. I thought. As The Tormenter delivered the blow to my testicles once more, the familiar ache in my abdomen came back. "You know what, Tom, I'll make this a masturbation machine. I'll rub myself while I watch you scream like a pig as that thing slowly castrates you." With that, she came out from behind the control panel, dropped her panties, lay on the floor, spread her legs and started to rub her pussy in front of me. I noticed The Tormenter was spanking my testicles automatically, but this knowledge did not help the situation. "Oh God..." We both moaned, but for different reasons. As she rode the waves of pleasure, I found my tummy starting to cramp from the excruciating pain. "Ohh...Quickly, quickly!" She moaned. "YES! YES! Ohhh...Yeah...Feels so good..." She moaned as she climaxed from her stroking. Even though I was in extreme agony from the testicle-spanking, my penis was as hard as before. In fact, I could feel pre-cum all over the underside of my penis, my testicles and my perineum. I looked down and past the horrible machine going up and down in between my legs, and realized the floor was also very wet from my pre-cum. Suddenly, something strange happened. Even though my balls were burning so badly and my abdomen was cramping like my muscles had collapsed, I started to feel pleasure at the base of my penis. I hadn't thought this was possible at all! I'm getting my jollies from going through this extreme torture? I felt a pressure build up in my penis. "Oh...Oh...OH YES!" I shouted as I neared orgasm. "Oh, no you don't," I vaguely heard Julie's voice ring out. "NO! Don't stop the machine! Please! Let it go faster!" I pleaded. She raised an eyebrow, before she let loose a sadistic smile. "Oh, alright. I'll turn this on to the hardest and fastest it will go. Don't regret though!" I smiled thankfully. She turned the machine up all the way, and within the ever-growing sensation of pain, I felt pleasure building. Soon, I was spurting my man-juice all over the place and all over the machine. I breathed deeply, and slowly as I recovered from the experience. I had came my hardest ever. Slowly, the pleasure subsided, resulting in the pain becoming sharper. My testicles started to throb as my genitals became extremely sensitive after the orgasm. I knew this was not a good sign. "Ahh. Feels good doesn't it, Tom? Now, I'll leave this machine running, while I go home, alright? Have fun! I'll check on you next week." She said, winking playfully at me. She then left the apartment. "W-WHAT? NOOOOO!" As my pain heightened tremendously, I started screaming and buckling against the restraints. There was no one to stop it. I knew this was the end of my manhood.