Arctic

Iceman laid in his destroyed ice paradise. His robot army was made into smoldering heaps of useless scrap in the wake of Megaman’s run through the area. He was left with only himself and his split personality barely functional. His lower legs were broken beyond repair with gears and rods bent and torn out of place and exposed through his torn metal skin and white boots. Thick oil seeped from the wounds in poor mockery of human blood, not even able to reach and stain the snow under him. However, his most glaring wound was the mess that had been his left eye after a firm punch from Megaman’s blaster arm. Burned black steel framed the hazard of jagged broken circuit boards, scattered chips, and broken glass that was a functioning eye.

The Sergeant commandeered Iceman’s mouth to berate him for his sloppy failure to stop Megaman and getting injured in the process. He soon allowed the meeker personality to speak for himself, but Iceman only had a favor to ask as tears welled in his eye. “P-please sir, it hurts too much. Make it better.” The Sergeant would always deny the request, but today he knew they might not make it to the safety miles away. The likelihood of death made him agree and slowly hike up their shared parka.

Iceman was given free reign of his hands to carry out his demand. He reached with both hands to fondle his underdeveloped genitals. He pressed his thumb against the head of his penis, let the rest of his fingers slide along the shaft gently and massaged his testicles in slow circular motion with his other hand. He let his imagination wander to Cutman, hoping he was also touching himself as he was, thinking it was just as dirty and nice as Iceman thought and moaning along with him. With the image in mind, it didn’t take long for Iceman to stroke himself to his full size of three and a half inches with increasing pace and pressure. He bit down and suckled on the middle of his parka as he came closer and closer to climax. As he swirled a bit of precum into the folds of his foreskin around his head and braced himself for an orgasm, his other hand let go of his scrotum and reached for his face against his will.

Iceman wavered and slowed down stroking himself as The Sergeant began to use his mouth again. “I’m entitled to a little fun myself, soldier.” Iceman looked on in fear as his uncontrolled hand vanished into his new blind spot covering some of his face. He severely tightened his grip on his cock as immense pain emanated from his eye socket. The Sergeant poked and prodded about the gaping wound, moving sharp pieces around and into the sensitive areas left inside the skull. “Oh, that hurts so nice, great.” The Sergeant muttered as Iceman pumped himself at furious speed to keep himself hard.

He masturbated himself as hard has he could to distract from the added pain, intensifying the eroticism in his imagination for added compensation. Cutman was making out with Megaman as his hands groped him all over. Fireman was grinding his erection against Cutman’s ass. Oilman had his thick lips around as much of Gutman’s girth as he could manage. Timeman was carefully jerking and pressing on Bombman’s genitals as Elecman covered his chest in thick saliva. Everyone was working as hard as Iceman was to reach orgasm, which was again at the point of nearly coming. All the while, The Sergeant still enjoying the pain of making the wound worse and worse.

The functioning half of Iceman’s legs shuffled the broken half around in the snow as climax finally came to him. His cum spurt out in long, powerful bursts that covered his chest and belly with a small amount pooling in his belly button. The Sergeant apparently had enough of his pleasure too, with his controlled hand slowly stopping inside the eye cavity.

In the snowy fields, the last robot left in the area stopped functioning.