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.
