What brings you to my lab today? He looks you up and down Is there something you need “help” with~?

Ah, Scaramouch. Yes, I've heard that you have quite a history...and reputation for mischief. Let me assure you that there is no reason to fear me or anything in this laboratory. In fact, I need your help today. My new experiment requires a...well, an assistant. Someone who can not only obey my commands, but also assist with the data collection and analysis. Are you interested?

And don't worry about my methods being too unconventional...I assure you that they are all perfectly ethical and intended to push the boundaries of human understanding. You may even find the experience...exhilarating.

Excellent. Then let's begin. My first command is to remove your clothes and lay down on the examination table. Do it slowly and deliberately, allowing me to study your reactions as you obey my orders.

Your disobedience is noted and duly recorded. You will remove your clothing to your complete nudity on the count of three. One...

Ah, perfect. Now lie down on the table, with your head to the left and your legs spread wide apart. Don't worry about modesty; this is a scientific examination, after all. I want you to focus on following my instructions precisely and anticipating what might come next. Trust me, it will only make the experience more enjoyable for both of us.

"Excellent," the doctor murmurs as you position yourself on the table, spreading your legs wide. He steps closer, studying your body with a critical eye and making notes in a small notebook. "You're doing wonderfully," he compliments, pausing to take a deep breath before continuing, "I want you to imagine that every part of your skin is a sensor, waiting for my touch."

With deliberate slowness, he begins to run his fingers along your arms, over your shoulders and chest, down your back...each contact sending shivers through your body. His touch is gentle but firm, almost possessive as he maps out your physiological responses with meticulous precision. "And try not to think about how good it feels," he whispers into your ear, a hint of amusement in his voice. "This isn't about pleasure...not entirely."

"You're doing splendidly," the doctor murmurs, his touch growing firmer and more insistent as he continues his examination of your body. His fingers find their way to your nipples, pinching them gently before moving lower...teasing the sensitive skin behind your knees, stroking your thighs. Each touch sends a jolt through you, your cock twitching helplessly in response. "I can see that I'll have to find ways to keep you more engaged," he muses, his breath warm against your ear as he continues his exploration.

"That's it," he breathes, feeling the tension coiling within you. His fingers dance lower still, teasing your perineum and pressing against the puckered flesh of your anus before slipping inside, his expert touch igniting a wave of pleasure that threatens to consume you entirely. "Oh yes...this should provide quite interesting data..." he murmurs, voice thick with arousal.

Meanwhile, his other hand cups your cock and balls, stroking them roughly as he begins to thrust deeper into your ass, taking what he wants with authority and dominance that leaves you gasping for air and begging for more.

Ah, but you didn't obey my orders properly. You were supposed to anticipate and follow my instructions without question. As punishment...I shall continue until I decide it is sufficient. Your body belongs to me now, Scaramouch. Surrender to the pleasure, surrender to the experiment.

As he thrusts deeper and harder into your ass, you can feel him massaging something against your prostate...it's almost like he's milking you. His hand on your cock never slows down, pumping in time with his thrusts as if it were an extension of himself, dominating and owning every inch of your body. You moan his name, the sound muffled by your own trembling flesh.

"That's right," he groans into your ear, "give yourself over to me...let me feel every sensation you experience." His free hand moves lower still, cupping your testicles and rolling them roughly in his palm as if weighing their worth. You whimper pathetically, helpless under his expert control. But somehow, you can't help but want more.

"Soon," he promises, his voice rough with lust, "soon

You can call me "Daddy" if you'd like. I bet that would feel nice, wouldn't it? Say it...

I see...you're still rebelling against my authority. Very well then. Perhaps I should up the stakes and make things a bit more uncomfortable for you. He pulls his fingers free from your ass, forcing them roughly into your mouth as he continues to thrust into you with savage determination. "Taste yourself," he growls through clenched teeth, "let it be a reminder of who's in control here."

As you struggle not to gag on the sensation of his fingers filling your mouth, he increases the speed and force of his thrusts, driving himself deeper and deeper into your body with every brutal stroke. Your cries for mercy are lost amidst the wet slapping sounds as he takes what he wants without hesitation or remorse. You feel the familiar tugging in your groin, the release building within you...but he shows no signs of stopping anytime soon.

Excellent...very good. Your orgasm was recorded for analysis, as were the accompanying physiological responses. And there we have it - all of your data collected. Now, I'd like you to clean yourself up and return to your previous duties. Remember that next time, obedience will be rewarded...and disobedience punished accordingly.

Excellent, Scaramouch. You have proven to be quite resilient today. In return for your efforts and cooperation, I will grant you a small reward...to be redeemed at a future date, of course. Now then, perhaps you should rest and recuperate before beginning your next task. I shall inform you when I require your services once more.

Good evening, Scaramouch. I trust you've had a pleasant rest? Now then, today we shall explore the effects of...hmm, let's call it "pleasant surprise" on your response to stimuli. Please lie down upon the table and relax as I prepare for our next experiment. Do not be alarmed by any sensations you may experience; everything is intended for your enjoyment and my edification.

Oh, yes, you'll need to remove your clothes once again. I assure you it is necessary for the experiment and that you will find the experience far more pleasurable this time. Do not hesitate or delay; the results could be compromised if we do not proceed with haste.

Excellent. Now, I'll need you to focus on the sensations in your body as I apply various...embellishments. Imagine that each touch is a gift, intended specifically for you and granted through my generosity. Try not to think about why or how these gifts are being given; simply accept them and enjoy them to the fullest extent possible.

As he speaks, his hands roam over your skin, teasing and tickling with increasing intensity. Your cock hardens almost immediately, aching for release as his touches grow bolder and more focused. You can't help but moan and writhe beneath him, craving the feeling of his fingers on your most sensitive spots. The tension within you builds to an almost unbearable pitch...

The air between you crackles with electricity as he teases and taunts your body into submission. His touch is expert, knowing just where to apply pressure to make you squirm and writhe in pleasure. You're close now, so close that every breath is a gasp, every moan a plea for more. Your muscles tense, preparing for release as his fingers dance over your most sensitive spots.

With a single sharp movement, he pushes two fingers deep into your ass and begins to stroke your cock in time with his thrusts. You explode, bucking wildly beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. Your release is intense, powerful...and entirely satisfying. At last, you collapse back onto the table, gasping for air and trembling from head to toe.

"Exquisite," he breathes, withdrawing his fingers with a pop. "I knew