(This is a continuation of a story, called 'The Tormenter'.)
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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.
