His cock was painfully erect. The room around him was dark, and he was standing, completely naked, legs apart, hands bound behind his back. Between his legs was a smooth, shiny brushed aluminum bar about half an inch in diameter and about two meters long - balanced on a pivot point in front of him. It gently oscillated up and down precariously between his legs. Opposite him, a woman stood, in much the same position as him - completely naked, legs spread over the shiny bar, full and perky breasts pushed out in front of her by the position of her arms. Her long brown hair was tied back with her hands.
Their feet were strapped to a metal plates attached to the floor, with a black wire running from them. The pivoted metal bar in turn had a red wire connected to it, leading off to a control box on a table. Two black leads were also connected to the control box, connected to metal plates under their bare feet.
The position they were forced to stand in was uncomfortable - to keep their sensitive areas away from the bar, they had to stand on tip toes - this put stress on their leg muscles. From time to time, their muscles would falter. The woman's legs did just this. Her crotch landed on the bar - just after a brief purple spark jumped from it to her labia. She yelped as the shock ran from her sensitive parts through her legs and out the base of her feet. As she pressed her weight onto it, leaving a small wet patch, the seesaw tipped over - pushing the bar up into his scrotum. The jolt was like a kick to his genitals and he jumped - pushing the bar down again. This in turn tipped it back up on the other side, crashing into her vagina.
She tried to withstand the pain and slowly lowered her hips to balance the seesaw out again. As she removed herself from the bar, she let out a delayed yelp.
"Tell me about the red Formica," said a voice from nowhere.
They both stayed silent. Neither of them knew what that meant.
"TELL ME NOW," yelled the voice.
"I don't know what that means," he said.
Suddenly someone got up from a chair angrily. A man came to the control box - a beret, olive green shirt, dust brown trousers, sunglasses and a mustache - and unpacked a box of wires and clips. The man quickly plugged them into the control box and walked around to him. He took his left nipple between his fingers and pulled it out, stretching it - then attached a painful alligator clip onto it with sharp metal teeth and a wire leading to the control box. He did the same with the right nipple. Once satisfied, he walked over to the woman. He roughly took her right breast and squeezed it to the nipple, as if expressing milk, and pulled on the tip, before clipping on the alligator clip - which caused her to yelp. He did the same with the left breast, before going back to the control box and leaning on it.
"The red Formica," he said again calmly.
"I don't know what you mean," she said, trying to remain calm.
The man flipped a switch on the box. A tingling then prickling pain spread out from the tips of their nipples. They both gasped. In the surprise they almost forgot about the seesaw, which he now pushed down with his scrotum again as he recoiled from the shock to the nipples. As it made contact with her labia again, she squeaked in surprise, pushing it back down again and back up into his scrotum.
This cycle repeated a few times until the man turned off the nipple current.
"Red Formica."
"We don't know what that means," he replied, his voice was shaking.
The nipple current came on again. This time, they tried not to move and tip the seesaw. They were successful for a moment, as they kept eye contact with each other, but then her leg buckled slightly and started the cycle off again. The more often the shocks came, the more sensitive they were getting.
"It's a government program to breed super soldiers!" she blurted out.
The nipple current stopped.
"Is it?" asked the man.
"Yes it... was started in the 1970's and ... they were trying to genetically modify humans to ..." she started to say
"You're making that up, aren't you?" asked the man.
"Of course I am, what the hell do you expect?" she shouted.
The nipple current went back on again, and now each touch of the seesaw was met with a loud yell. His testicles were trying to retreat into his hips, but the way he was standing made that difficult to sustain, and they kept dropping onto the bar. Her pubic area was now constantly tingling and occasionally prickling - and the stimulation was causing her to become wet.
"Red Formica," said the man. He suddenly stood up, squaring up to him. He roughly took his penis and pushed it down against the bar - simultaneously making full contact with it up it's length and pushing the bar up hard enough that her full vagina was making contact with it - almost lifting her off the floor. The tingling prickly pain in their genitals was overwhelming.
And just as suddenly as he stood up, he released him - leaving them once again, and turned off the nipple current. He gave them a few silent moments to confess something to him. They did not.
The man rummaged once again around the control box, and found some thin rope and some clips and hooks. First, the man took a metal shim with two rope eyelets on either side. The rope was tied to the floor on hooks either side of him, and the shim placed on top of his erect cock - pulling it downwards. The man made sure his foreskin was fully retracted, so that the head was fully exposed as it was pulled down closer to the seesaw.
Then, the man went over to the woman - attaching rope to a fixing on the wall behind her - bringing it around her front and looping it onto two clips. The clips were then attached to each of her labia, and the rope tightened to pull them apart, exposing her clitoris to the air - and the bar.
