For Science

He winced when he saw the lab coat.

She grinned when she saw him wince. “Something wrong?”

“That damn coat.”

She smoothed the white cloth, forcing it against her tits, down her stomach, and against her thighs. “My mad scientist coat? But I have so much fun in it.”

He shuddered. “Wax, electricity, and ‘how much icy hot can go on balls’ isn’t fun.”

She waggled a finger sternly. “Don’t forget shoving metal rods up your dick hole.”

His hand reflexively jerked towards his crotch. “Oh. I was blindfolded for that one, but I’ll add it to the list.”

“Don’t be such a spoil sport.” She sidled up to him, rubbing her tits against his body. “It’s not like I’m going to kill you and reanimate your corpse as a mindless cock slave for my own pleasure.” He could feel her breasts through the layers of fabric, and stubbornly tried not to look down. “Not even a little bit. In fact…” She laughed and ran her fingers along his ribs. “Today’s science lesson: magnets!”

His lip curled, but he felt his cock twitch in spite of the pain and humiliation he knew was coming. “Magnets?”

“Magnets.” She waggled her eyebrows, and wiggled her fingers at him. “Remove your clothing, it interferes with the science.”

He swallowed hard and started to take off clothes, piling them in the corner of the room. When he was naked, hands at his side, she motioned him over to the couch where she was sitting. She spun him around roughly, the handcuffs clicking over his wrists, pinning his hands behind him. She spun him back around, and grabbed his balls, pulling them away from his body and looping the rough twine around them, pulling it down tight. The black metal disc dangled from the end, pulling his balls away from his body, swinging back and forth.

“Magnets are, shockingly, attracted to other magnets. Let’s demonstrate.” She tossed another magnet across the room. It bounced and rolled across the floor, then stopped. “Well, go get it.”

He shuffled carefully across the room, his hands behind his back, the magnet swinging between his thighs. He stood over the magnet, leaned forward, and carefully lowered his body until his upper legs were parallel to the floor. The magnet hanging from his balls swung in a lazy arc until it got close to the magnet on the floor. The string jerked slightly and with a loud click the magnets snapped together.

She let out an excited “eek!” when the two magnets joined, and licked her lips. “But a key part of the scientific method is reproducibility. Isn’t it?”

He straightened back up, and drew a long, ragged breath. “Yes, ma’am.”

She threw a pair of magnets to opposite corners of the room, and slapped his ass, hard. “Come on, I’ll never get government funding if my assistant is slow. Move it.”

He shuffled towards the closer of the two, the magnets pulling harder on his balls. She walked along behind him, slapping his ass. “God, I’d love to do research for the Federal Department of Mad Scientists. I’d need a cooler acronym, but I think I’d have a few hundred men marching back and forth across the dessert, a nice hard packed mud landscape, pulling magnets out of dispensers with their balls.”

She moaned as he lowered himself again, and a third magnet clamped itself to the other two. “Back and forth all day in the sun, their feet bleeding, their balls aching. Hundreds of big, tough men, wincing as they walked back and forth with all that weight hanging off their balls.”

He felt his cock twitching as he shuffled across the room and got caught up in her fantasy. “You could consider a reward, for whoever did best.”

She smiled a dreamy grin, and slapped his ass again. “I suppose I could, but random rewards seem more fun. Maybe I’d keep a bucket of water in my nice shaded observation platform, and let whoever I liked from the day before lick my boots all day.” She tossed another magnet and slapped his ass again, the electric jolt of contact traveling up her arm and down into her stomach.

“Hm, I like that. I think I’d have them go in a circle in front of me, picking magnets up from timed dispensers, and every time they passed they could get down on their hands and knees and get a drink from the bucket and thank me.” He squatted down to get another magnet and she put her hands on his shoulders, holding him in the awkward position until she saw his thighs start to tremble. She left him that way a little longer, then hauled him to his feet by hair.

He let out a breath of thanks, and started mincing towards the next magnet. “You’re very kind to give them water, ma’am.”

She chuckled, picking up on the cue, and decided to play along. “Oh, I’d piss in it as the day went on. We might as well study how magnetism affects thirst while we’re at it. You know, for the taxpayers. I personally would get no pleasure from a group of men hobbling around in a circle with bloody, broken feet and magnets pulling on their balls drinking my piss out of a bucket and thanking me. I’m a professional scientist.”

She leaned down and attached two more magnets to the column hanging from his balls, just to see the skin stretch a little more. “Of course, some filthy boys might enjoy that.” She wrapped a hand around the chain on the cuffs as he got to the next magnet, and held him up so she could whisper in his ear. “Maybe at the end of the day, I’d let anyone who wanted to jerk off into the bucket. Of course, it’d still be there the next day when they wanted a drink.”

He closed his eyes, feeling the weight pulling down on his balls, the dull ache of the twine sawing into the sensitive skin. The cuffs chafed his wrists, and left him hyper-aware of his helplessness, his utter inability to prevent hurt and degradation. He imagined himself on his knees, his skin tortured and raw from the sun, faced with a bucket of diluted piss and cum, and still so thirsty he would shove his face into it and drink, and thank her. He felt her let go of his cuffs, and sank down until the magnet latched onto the others in the column.

He stood up with a wince, and she reached around him to fondle his cock. “Does that sound like a good reward?”

“Yes ma’am.” He whimpered the words, his eyes tightly closed.

She nodded, feeling her breath get faster. “Go get the bucket from under the sink then, and if you’re very good, and you pick up all the magnets, you can be my bucket bitch. You might even get to eat dinner out of it, if I can think of something that goes well with cum and piss.”

He nodded and shuffled off towards utility closet where they kept the bucket. She wondered if the handle had enough metal he could pick it up with the magnets, and then shrugged. If not, he could wear it around his neck while he picked up the rest of the magnets.

She unfastened the top button of her lab coat, and felt her chest getting hotter. Her hand flitted towards her cunt, but she made it stop. She wanted to keep herself on the edge, desperate to see him suffer a little more, until the experiment ended.

For science.

Preview: He glanced back at the screen and paused the game. “What kind of list?”

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