Xisuma's cheeks glow lilac so bright he is convinced Doc can see it even through the helmet's visor.“I- well.”

“That wasn’t a question. Do it.”

The gruff authority of Doc's words, the demands levied against him make him shiver. The expectation of his submissiveness tingling up his spine, making his breath come in longer, drawn out, warm bursts.

Soon enough, he is leaning over a chunk of deepslate diamond ore Doc so lovingly supplied and rescinding the armoured plates that cover his thighs and behind. The steady thunk, schwing, and mechanical whirl of the suit fills the space, singing like his heart metal screaming in his ears.

If Doc wanted some relief, he could have just said, no need for the preamble.

Doc tears through his under-suit to expose the smooth void speckled skin beneath and Xisuma gasps at the strength and barbarity. His cock twitches embarrassingly feverish against the rough ore and armour he is awkwardly rutting against due to tthe rough handling of his behind.

Doc looms behind him, anticipation rumbling in his gut like a overstuffed mob farm. A quiet, husky treble bounces over his back as Doc appreciates the gentle curve of his ass framed in the thick cord straps of the harness that helps keeps his prosthetic legs attached to his body.

"Safe word is Ore Snatcher."

"Okay… mind telling me what we're gonna be testing my dude?"

"Telling, no," and Xisuma feels it rub against his ass. A visceral shiver dances on his spine as if mocking him. A paddle: erose, coarse and uneven, rubs against his ass and something bitter fizzles against his skin. Doc drags it back and forth, letting Xisuma try to decipher the strange stretch of texture from his ass alone. Just when he thinks he might know what it is, a new bump or dip graces his ass and he is completely lost. His skin warms, blood rushing as he waits for it's thunder descent, arousal swirling inside him making his breath increasingly haggard and raspy through his helmet. Yet throughout it all, that lingering gruesome tingling feeling mounts, something dangerous teetering on the edge of his skin.

And just when it sinks in, when he knows what it is, Doc pulls it back and before swinging it across his ass.

Xisuma gasps, gauntlet digging into the grooves and nooks of the ore for stability, as the thumping ache twists like a barb deep into his muscles. The weight of it is cruel, the paddle heavy and strong without even factoring in Doctor's upper body strength, and he can feel it with the intensity of such a relatively gentle slap. A quiet curse fizzles out of his helmet as the ache settles across his behind in it's absence. A tic of pain follows, catching him by surprise and melting away the question he was about to ask Doc. His heads up display confirms it.

A tick of wither damage.

A Wither Skull Paddle… loads of them, pressed against a paddle and -

Another strike across his behind. The bite of it sinks deep into him and his cock throbs in earnest at the sharp shock of pain that rushes through him. It stings in a way he can't describe: deep like it's in his bones, fizzling like a blight slowly infesting him. Hurts, really bloody hurts. He takes another tic of damage and his cock twitches a dribble of pre.

"Count." Doc commands with all the analytical bluntness of recording a scientific observation.

"Two…" Xisuma pants, still wincing, hole flexing as if trying to shift and balance the acrid twinge.

The paddle is brought down again with a harsh kiss, rubbing against him as if savouring every agonised squirm and shudder. The hit is still just as sharper, stings just as deep, yet there is a lingering eerily cool, tingly, warmth rises in him that is new, flesh heating up and fizzling in the spots where it's grooves struck deepest. Xisuma whines as the skulls press deep, kneading and revitalising the fading intensity before it has a chance to fade.

Another tic of damage makes his shoulders shiver and a groaning sound of pleasure is rung out of his ribs, sniffles echoing through his helmet.

"Three, bloody heck Doc this is mean-"

"Yeah and you love it." He barks as if it were gospel, smile in his words that Xisuma can hear, voice thick and heavy like the smoke of the gambling room after a long night, and just as suffocating.

"Four!" The pain is searing into him, brutal and scalding pain that sinks deeper into him with each hit. A bittersweet warmth brings him to tears, breaking over his lips with a wet gasp and dribbling out of his cock in thin pearlescent dewdrops.

"Five, Six, SevEN, EIGHT!" Xisuma squeals, visor cloudy and tears running as a series of quick brutal spanks almost take his legs out from underneath him. Mechanical legs kick as if they can feel the pain. Xisuma squeals and sobs as the paddle drags against his ass, the intense warmth and ache blossoming across his behind. Each percussive sting flowers into a deep heavy ache that steals his breath for a moment - the following tics of wither damage that lag behind only knot the sweet agony deeper into his flesh. And how delicious each barbed ache is, tears rolling down his face as he indulges in the pathetic powerlessness of the moment, how he is just a thing being used - not some admin that people need to solve the problems.

"Look at you, already about to fall down from some love taps - it's a much better job for you than admin," Doc chuckles as the paddle slams against his ass harder than before - or maybe with all the withering warmth making his nerves weep with increasing sensitivity Doc was swinging softer, he couldn't tell, "no worries, no responsibilities beyond counting, much more suited don't you agree?"

"NINE! YES, CHRIST!"

"Such lovely marks, if only you could see yourself."

Xisuma's nerves are screaming at him, begging for mercy, crying out at the ache settling excruciatingly deep into him until it's all he can feel. He can feel the marks, the skull prints digging deep into him, the splotches of skin not yet stricken with the deep stinging soreness. The sweltering ache of the paddle and the lingering bitter warmth of the withering ticking away has him melting: tears flowing freely and his body increasingly limp on the deepslate ore. Thin rivers of pre paint the ore and the armour plates as he jostles with each strike.

"This should be sufficient data… but since you've been so good… one more," and the last hit is one right out of the nether. Doc hits him hard: let's the skulls burrow deep into the tender scorching flesh of his ass and delight in the choir-like scream of pleasure that leaves Xisuma. The sting is beautifully merciless and intense, sweltering with malice as it morphs and broadens the deep percussive ache swelling across his ass - feeling as if it was stuck in the nether with how hot it is burning.

The skulls kiss at their handy work, dragged over by Doc and Xisuma sobs at the kneading of tender, bruised flesh hoarse and worn from screaming in agony. His cock aches with how hard he is, rubbing against the armour plates and ore block almost mindlessly, his own pleasure so muted beneath the intense roar of the paddle.

"Wonderful, perfect test subject as ever Xisuma…"

"Doc…" His voice wobbles horribly, Xisuma's entire body shakes horribly as the pain refuses to settle even in the deepening ache. The last tics of the withering effect crackles through him and a sob breaks out like a blade on glass - moments away from fracturing.

"You did wonderful, the perfect test subject, I would have no one better…" Doc's hands run down his back panelling, tracing each hard edge and port with a deliberate delicateness. An echo of it reaches his skin, haunting him through his suit, and Xisuma melts against the ore. "So amazing, such a good boy aren't you?" Doc coos sweet, that smokey depths to his voice lifting him up like hot air in a balloon, before his actual arms lift him up and cradle him against his chest - being incredibly mindful of the wither stained ass still radiating a indescribably intense ache.

"Yes you were," Doc answers for him, Xisuma still sobbing and clinging to him for his life, "come on, let's get you cleaned up and some blue ice and a potion?"

Xisuma's cheeks glow lilac so bright he is convinced Doc can see it even through the helmet's visor.“I- well.”

“That wasn’t a question. Do it.”

The gruff authority of Doc's words, the demands levied against him make him shiver. The expectation of his submissiveness tingling up his spine, making his breath come in longer, drawn out, warm bursts.

Soon enough, he is leaning over a chunk of deepslate diamond ore Doc so lovingly supplied and rescinding the armoured plates that cover his thighs and behind. The steady thunk, schwing, and mechanical whirl of the suit fills the space, singing like his heart metal screaming in his ears.

If Doc wanted some relief, he could have just said, no need for the preamble.

Doc tears through his under-suit to expose the smooth void speckled skin beneath and Xisuma gasps at the strength and barbarity. His cock twitches embarrassingly feverish against the rough ore and armour he is awkwardly rutting against due to tthe rough handling of his behind.

Doc looms behind him, anticipation rumbling in his gut like a overstuffed mob farm. A quiet, husky treble bounces over his back as Doc appreciates the gentle curve of his ass framed in the thick cord straps of the harness that helps keeps his prosthetic legs attached to his body.

"Safe word is Ore Snatcher."

"Okay… mind telling me what we're gonna be testing my dude?"

"Telling, no," and Xisuma feels it rub against his ass. A visceral shiver dances on his spine as if mocking him. A paddle: erose, coarse and uneven, rubs against his ass and something bitter fizzles against his skin. Doc drags it back and forth, letting Xisuma try to decipher the strange stretch of texture from his ass alone. Just when he thinks he might know what it is, a new bump or dip graces his ass and he is completely lost. His skin warms, blood rushing as he waits for it's thunder descent, arousal swirling inside him making his breath increasingly haggard and raspy through his helmet. Yet throughout it all, that lingering gruesome tingling feeling mounts, something dangerous teetering on the edge of his skin.

And just when it sinks in, when he knows what it is, Doc pulls it back and before swinging it across his ass.

Xisuma gasps, gauntlet digging into the grooves and nooks of the ore for stability, as the thumping ache twists like a barb deep into his muscles. The weight of it is cruel, the paddle heavy and strong without even factoring in Doctor's upper body strength, and he can feel it with the intensity of such a relatively gentle slap. A quiet curse fizzles out of his helmet as the ache settles across his behind in it's absence. A tic of pain follows, catching him by surprise and melting away the question he was about to ask Doc. His heads up display confirms it.

A tick of wither damage.

A Wither Skull Paddle… loads of them, pressed against a paddle and -

Another strike across his behind. The bite of it sinks deep into him and his cock throbs in earnest at the sharp shock of pain that rushes through him. It stings in a way he can't describe: deep like it's in his bones, fizzling like a blight slowly infesting him. Hurts, really bloody hurts. He takes another tic of damage and his cock twitches a dribble of pre.

"Count." Doc commands with all the analytical bluntness of recording a scientific observation.

"Two…" Xisuma pants, still wincing, hole flexing as if trying to shift and balance the acrid twinge.

The paddle is brought down again with a harsh kiss, rubbing against him as if savouring every agonised squirm and shudder. The hit is still just as sharper, stings just as deep, yet there is a lingering eerily cool, tingly, warmth rises in him that is new, flesh heating up and fizzling in the spots where it's grooves struck deepest. Xisuma whines as the skulls press deep, kneading and revitalising the fading intensity before it has a chance to fade.

Another tic of damage makes his shoulders shiver and a groaning sound of pleasure is rung out of his ribs, sniffles echoing through his helmet.

"Three, bloody heck Doc this is mean-"

"Yeah and you love it." He barks as if it were gospel, smile in his words that Xisuma can hear, voice thick and heavy like the smoke of the gambling room after a long night, and just as suffocating.

"Four!" The pain is searing into him, brutal and scalding pain that sinks deeper into him with each hit. A bittersweet warmth brings him to tears, breaking over his lips with a wet gasp and dribbling out of his cock in thin pearlescent dewdrops.

"Five, Six, SevEN, EIGHT!" Xisuma squeals, visor cloudy and tears running as a series of quick brutal spanks almost take his legs out from underneath him. Mechanical legs kick as if they can feel the pain. Xisuma squeals and sobs as the paddle drags against his ass, the intense warmth and ache blossoming across his behind. Each percussive sting flowers into a deep heavy ache that steals his breath for a moment - the following tics of wither damage that lag behind only knot the sweet agony deeper into his flesh. And how delicious each barbed ache is, tears rolling down his face as he indulges in the pathetic powerlessness of the moment, how he is just a thing being used - not some admin that people need to solve the problems.

"Look at you, already about to fall down from some love taps - it's a much better job for you than admin," Doc chuckles as the paddle slams against his ass harder than before - or maybe with all the withering warmth making his nerves weep with increasing sensitivity Doc was swinging softer, he couldn't tell, "no worries, no responsibilities beyond counting, much more suited don't you agree?"

"NINE! YES, CHRIST!"

"Such lovely marks, if only you could see yourself."

Xisuma's nerves are screaming at him, begging for mercy, crying out at the ache settling excruciatingly deep into him until it's all he can feel. He can feel the marks, the skull prints digging deep into him, the splotches of skin not yet stricken with the deep stinging soreness. The sweltering ache of the paddle and the lingering bitter warmth of the withering ticking away has him melting: tears flowing freely and his body increasingly limp on the deepslate ore. Thin rivers of pre paint the ore and the armour plates as he jostles with each strike.

"This should be sufficient data… but since you've been so good… one more," and the last hit is one right out of the nether. Doc hits him hard: let's the skulls burrow deep into the tender scorching flesh of his ass and delight in the choir-like scream of pleasure that leaves Xisuma. The sting is beautifully merciless and intense, sweltering with malice as it morphs and broadens the deep percussive ache swelling across his ass - feeling as if it was stuck in the nether with how hot it is burning.

The skulls kiss at their handy work, dragged over by Doc and Xisuma sobs at the kneading of tender, bruised flesh hoarse and worn from screaming in agony. His cock aches with how hard he is, rubbing against the armour plates and ore block almost mindlessly, his own pleasure so muted beneath the intense roar of the paddle.

"Wonderful, perfect test subject as ever Xisuma…"

"Doc…" His voice wobbles horribly, Xisuma's entire body shakes horribly as the pain refuses to settle even in the deepening ache. The last tics of the withering effect crackles through him and a sob breaks out like a blade on glass - moments away from fracturing.

"You did wonderful, the perfect test subject, I would have no one better…" Doc's hands run down his back panelling, tracing each hard edge and port with a deliberate delicateness. An echo of it reaches his skin, haunting him through his suit, and Xisuma melts against the ore. "So amazing, such a good boy aren't you?" Doc coos sweet, that smokey depths to his voice lifting him up like hot air in a balloon, before his actual arms lift him up and cradle him against his chest - being incredibly mindful of the wither stained ass still radiating a indescribably intense ache.

"Yes you were," Doc answers for him, Xisuma still sobbing and clinging to him for his life, "come on, let's get you cleaned up and some blue ice and a potion?"