Unethical experimentation || Part 1

Tags : >!magic!<, >!malepov!<, >!dungeon!<, >!punishment!<, >!healing!<

This story set in a fantasy world is about a series of experiments performed to test out the endurance of a man’s private parts.Of course, the test subjects’ experiences may vary, but the only constant so far is pain.

This is my first smut story, so any feedback is welcome and very much appreciated. Without further ado, a pleasant reading to you!

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Getting caught red-handed was certainly not ideal for a thief like you, but desperate people don’t always think things through, and so you made a rash decision after another and were carried off to a dungeon deep within the woods. *Whatever they’ll do to me will be better than having my hand chopped off,* you thought, as the towers of stone became visible from beneath the thick foliage of the trees.

Upon a closer inspection, it looked nothing like the prisons you’ve heard of in the past, in fact, it looked more like a small commune with it’s own church, seperate living quarters and other inconspicuous buildings. When you and the other criminals were brought inside the main facility, you couldn’t help but be impressed by the pristine interior and even more so by the staff’s appearance.

While the guards were intimidating and clearly dangerous, there were other people whose presence you didn’t quite understand. Dressed in clean garbs of various colours, they carried scrolls and writing equipment, while the more scholarly types, staves in hand, were constantly going from one place to another and so did the divine workers, who seemed to always be in a rush. In such a busy environment, it was a miracle that people weren’t constantly bumping into each other.

With all the paperwork sorted out, the new batch of subjects, including you, got carried off into the deeper parts of the complex, leaving less and less of you on each floor until, on the last stop only you remained.

After all that walking, someone finally spoke to you. The person in question was an elf girl, whose appearance was cutesy due to her relatively short stature, but mature thanks to her graceful mannerisms. As her silky blonde hair rested neatly on her shoulders and her pure green eyes sized you up, an unconscious embarrassment welled up inside you

\- Lestel Bellows, 23 summers, charged with stealing bread from the local bakery, correct?

\- Yes.

\- Then remove your clothing and lie over there.

As the elf pointed towards an uncomfortable-looking bed or what could barely be classified as such as it was nothing more than a big plank of wood with leather straps placed in convenient locations, you judged against rebellious and followed her command. The presence of a priestess and other female workers was making things difficult, but you persevered and were soon lying butt-naked, awaiting for whatever they had in store for you. There was certainly something wrong with the bed aside from the straps, but you struggled to understand what it was.

\- The procedure is going to be painful, so bite down on this. - as a piece of cloth was handed to you by an assistant, you felt the need to clarify something, but as a wave of compliance washed over you, not a word came out of your mouth, which was already holding the makeshift gag. More importantly, the assistant quickly finished strapping your arms and legs. To say that you were alarmed by this would be an understatement, but you could not resist.

Thanks to some unseen mechanism, the bed repositioned itself, tilting you perpendicular to the floor, with your junk positioned half an arm’s length under the elf’s eye level.

\- You should be happy, instead of losing your arm, your punishment will be to aid us and, by extension, everyone in better understanding how the human body works. Just try to stay conscious while we see what your testicles can endure. Your crime does not necessitate a rupture, still, you could agree for the procedure to go all the way in exchange for compensation. - while your knowledge in the medical field was as good as an average goblin’s ability to make business plans, you instinctively knew that the word “rupture” couldn’t mean anything good in relation to any part of your body, and so you refused with a shake of your head.

\- That is unfortunate, but we understand, now, relax a bit while we start the preparations. - as the woman who was setting up various crystals around your body was about to start the “endurance test” you felt that your judgement of her being “cute” was severely misplaced, still, you couldn’t help but admire her beauty. How pleasant it would be to have her slender hands caress your body while her small, rose lips and, no doubt, agile tongue pleasured your rock-hard cock. Perhaps, you indulged in your thoughts a bit too much.

\- An… interesting reaction… do you, perhaps, enjoy being watched like so? No matter, actually, this does solve a problem. Maria, would you please. - at the elf’s command the assistant swiftly restrained your member, strapping it tightly to your stomach, leaving your balls completely exposed between your legs.

All eyes on you, or more accurately, your danglers, you felt a bit confused as you tried to prepare yourself for whatever was about to happen. *It’s not like they’re that sensitive.* By your nature, you knew the significance of your nuts, but you never had to test out your pain tolerance in that regard before. *I mean, just how bad could it hurt?*

And within seconds you had your answer, and it was a lot. You knew this pain, it was as if something was trying to rip you apart from inside, such was the effect a purely non-elemental spell cast on you, yet as the same sensation coursed through your poor testicles, which were pushed into the walls of your scrotum by a mythical force, you could only bite down at the cloth in tears. The effect only lasted a second, yet the throbbing ache didn’t stop for long after it.

You looked at the elf, who stared at her targets while chanting something, you noticed a smile. *She’s enjoying it! You bi- AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!* You didn’t get a warning as the spell hit you again, this time the force did not originate between your precious jewels, but inside your lefty, making you feel as if it was exploding. With your brain being bombarded with a non-stop influx of danger signals, you felt powerless to call for a brake as a second, more potent hex started tearing your righty apart, just short of actually leaving you ball-less.

With how strong the pulling was, you felt that if it were to continue just for a bit longer, the pieces of your own ball would travel fast enough to break through the other one. It was truly too much for anyone to handle, and yet, as if by witchery, you couldn’t even black out from the pain.

You didn’t even notice how the bed got shifted around while your entire world was filled with nothing but an ever-present agony. It grew stronger and stronger as your body got more efficient at informing you how much it hurt and then, as if it was whisked away by a charm, it stopped.

\- There, there. It’s ok to cry. You’ve helped us a great deal. Now, rest for a bit before we continue. - the elf’s soft hand caressed your cheek, as you felt a pure wave of energy restoring your strength. The change was way too quick for you to argue against the inhuman treatment you just received, and by the time your mouth was freed, you didn’t feel the need to complain at all. Soon enough, you were back in your position as a target and only then did your mind clear up, just in time for the torment to start all over again.

With a swift chant, your ballsack got compressed, at first it just felt weird, but as the pressure went over the threshold of just minimizing the emptiness between your testes and started pressing them into each other, the discomfort rose and, soon enough, you felt as if your entire lower body was in a warzone. Wave after wave you felt your manhood crumbling under the immense weight of the invisible press as you were unable to do anything to stop it.

And when you thought it couldn’t get worse, the pressure disappeared, just to reappear from inside and then switch back to squeezing.

\- MMMH! MMMMMM! MMH!! - your entire body twitched and contorted as you struggled against your restraints, which only resulted in more bruises on your wrists and ankles.

It would’ve been fine if your balls were just crushed or forcefully expanded, the main problem was the fact that with each iteration, which was unlike that of a wave gradually going up and down and more like a switch, flipping from one extreme to another, your nuts were forcefully separated and blasted into each other, weakening their integrity little by little, causing them to swell well past what you thought to be possible. And as your testes gave less and less resistance to the magical onslaught, so did you. Your once aggressive attempts to escape dwindled and you hardly could move a muscle, while your voice was reduced to a pitiful whimper as your sweat and tears were absorbed by the cracks in the stone ground beneath you. Oh how you wish they would just pop, at least then you’d no longer have to endure this… if only.. If only…

When you woke up, you found yourself on a straw bed, with the lingering pain in your abdomen being the only thing that could hint at what happened to you. But you couldn’t remember anything. Actually, aside from it, you felt quite well and soon enough, you’d return back to the town you stole from. And even though you don’t understand what happened, you knew that you’d better not make the same mistake again.