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Experimenting with Sealed Conditions

for Ieiunitas

by Draconicon

Calvin didn't know exactly what the 'experimental trials' the flier stapled to his door would consist of, but considering that the cow had a great deal of debt mounting up - and his boyfriend had been pushy about him getting a different source of income than flipping veggie burgers down at the vegan joint on 33rd - there hadn't been time to dig into specifics. The idea of getting $1k cash for a single session was suspicious, but not enough to say no to. Better to take a chance and hope for the best, and if it went bad...

Well, he was pretty sure that there'd be a way to sue them. Calvin wasn't one to let others just walk all over him; being the big brother of a family of younger siblings meant that one couldn't afford to be.

But he did have a few minutes before his appointment with the dragon that ran the clinic on 45th, so he took a moment to stare up at it, just taking in what could change his life.

The cow, orange and cream colored in alternating splotches, stared at his reflection in the glass-front door for a few moments. He took in the country-boy look that he hadn't been able to shake for the last few decades, no matter what sort of changes that he tried to ring in for his life. His horns barely poked out of the giant puff-ball of orange hair that burst from his head, and no matter how much he tried to look more 'city', the jeans just looked like overalls missing their upper bits, and his button-up shirt looked like it was missing the flannel that went with it.

Calvin sighed, shaking his head as he shifted from hoof to hoof. He pulled the print-out with his appointment information on it, staring down at it and reading it once more.

_Calvin,

You've been invited to participate in Draconic Magical Consultations and Solutions' latest product test. In exchange for one hour of your time and the willingness to allow magical spells to be used on your person, you will be compensated with $1,000 USD, and be kept on a list of potential volunteers for any future paid work.

If you are willing to take this invitation, you will be expected at 1 PM at our 45th Street location. Please be prompt. All further details will be explained on location prior to your appointment.

Sincerely,

Management_

"Couldn't have given me at least a few details?" he muttered under his breath, folding the paper up and tucking it back in his pocket. "Right...well...it's a thousand dollars..."

And that was something that he needed. The restaurant paycheck had shorted him by a good half of that this month, and rent was going to chew through the rest of his paycheck. Best not to question things when he needed some cushion in case of something going wrong.

With 1 PM knocking, he pushed through the glass storefront, stepping inside. The usual tingle that came from everything magic - something akin to feathers stroking so light that you wondered if you were hallucinating the sensation creeping down your spine - hit him, and he bit back the little shiver that wanted to escape.

It was fine, he told himself as he looked around the walls that seemed to condense and shift before his eyes. Some part of his brain wanted to believe that all the wooden panels that were moving like living tree trunks on the walls were just a projection, but he knew that if he reached out and leaned on them, he'd be swayed around with them. Everything was alive with the power of magic, and it wouldn't take kindly to being touched without permission.

The return of magic to the world had come about before his lifetime, so he wasn't sure what life used to be like without it, but he knew that it still didn't feel quite natural. The tech from the generation before his was still the mainstay of the world, with computers, smart phones, and cars still being the high-tech things that everyone used to get through their life, but more and more establishments like this one were popping up, offering magical tools and tricks that would make one's life better, or so the various consultants said.

This was the first one that was willing to pay out rather than demanding payment in, though, as far as he was aware. He hoped that meant something good.

A shadow swirled up from behind the front desk, becoming semi-solid, then completely solid, though no less dark. As it stretched itself out of the floor, it turned from the gray-black that rested on the dark carpet to something inky, almost like liquid forced to harden without actually freezing. The cow shivered despite himself.

"Uh, hi." He pulled out the print-out and passed it across the desk to the faceless thing. "I'm here for the one-o'clock appointment?"

The shadowy clerk 'looked' down, seemed to register something, and pointed off to the side. Two of the wooden panels rolled to the side, revealing a hallway that hadn't been there before, or at least, not as much as Calvin could have seen. The cow took the paper back, nodding.

"Uh, thanks. What room?"

The number '13' appeared, rising out of the darkness that was the creature's face to appear in place of mouth and nose and eyes, and once more, Calvin shivered.

"Thanks."

Nevertheless, he was as polite as he could be. Never hurts to be on the good side of the staff.

As soon as he stepped through the gap in the paneling, he breathed out slowly, shaking his head as he tried to still his heart. As much as he was used to seeing little bits and pieces of magic, it always set him on edge to be in a place like this where magic ran rampant. There was something entirely unsettling about having the rules of society just turned off like this, making it clear that this was a place where he had no power, where all his muscle and hard work didn't mean squat. All that mattered was what the person in charge wanted, and what they would do to get it.

Despite himself, that thought sent a different shiver down his spine, one that he was damn sure that Brook would have appreciated. Considering how hard it was for him to get anything out of feeling 'helpless', the fact that this place was able to give him that kind of 'happy' shiver was almost embarrassing.

He found room 13 without further issue, pulling the door open and stepping inside. The cow was a little shocked to find that it was no different to an exam room in a typical doctor's office, consisting of an exam table in the middle of the room, a computer console built into the wall, and a couple of cabinets that probably held the tools needed for whatever diagnoses the employees here delivered. It was oddly comforting, or it would have been if that spine-tingling feather-touch wasn't constantly present, reminding him of the sheer richness of magic in the building.

Calvin rested his hand on the foot of the table. It was probably about to tick over, so he supposed -

"Welcome to your appointment, Calvin."

"Gah!"

The cow whipped around, his heart in his throat for a moment as his eyes rested on the other man in the room. He hadn't been there before, and the door hadn't opened, so -

Magic.

Right.

As the cow held a hand to his chest, stilling his pounding heart, the black dragon chuckled and shook his head. The new guy pulled his robe tighter around his chest, looking for all the world like one of those mages from a fantasy story. With a sweeping black robe with silver stitching that ran up the middle of the garment and a belt with many leather pouches, all that he needed to complete the look of the ancient dragon mage was some sort of staff covered in mystic accessories. Calvin noticed that he even had the mystical white eyes of some old man that knew more than he should about the world at large, and wondered if this dragon could even see him properly.

Of course, he wasn't going to ask too many questions in that vein. After all, this was a magical consultancy group, and this dragon stood at least a foot taller than him, so he didn't want to seem like a jerk. He leaned back against the table, shaking his head.

"You scared me."

"Sorry about that," the dragon said. "I'm so used to popping in and out with teleportation spells that I forget that not everyone is used to that."

"I don't think that anyone else could get used to that." He covered his face. "Sorry. Sorry. Just...a little jumpy."

"Well, that's understandable. Not everyone's used to this. Not even the people that grew up with it."

"No kidding."

"Anyway. You're here for the 1 PM appointment, yes? You are Calvin, right?"

"Yeah...yeah, that's me." He nodded. "So...what's this whole thing about? You mentioned -"

Thud.

He blinked, looking down at the table. A wad of cash had just landed on the cushioned top, a bunch of twenties tied together with pink paper. The cow blinked, picking it up and running his finger along the side, looking at the same number passing by time and time again: twenty, twenty, twenty.

"It's all there. All one-thousand dollars," the black dragon said. "Are you ready to start?"

"...I...it's not going to hurt me, is it?"

"No, no, nothing of the sort. It's just some experimental magic applications, something that'd let people that don't have the talent use it on themselves or others."

"...And that's...all?"

"The test's just an application of spells and seeing how long they affect you. If all goes well, everything fades by the end of the week, and if it doesn't, then you come in and I'll take care of it for free."

That...seemed as fair as he was going to get, quite honestly. He looked at the cash again, took a deep breath, and finally nodded.

As soon as his head bobbed once, the black dragon snapped his fingers. Black bands of magic appeared, almost tickling his wrists and ankles as he was yanked off his feet and pulled backwards, all but draped over the exam table in the space of a breath. Calvin yelped as his hooves were yanked down and apart, his arms held over his head and pinned to the head of the table. The black bands, despite looking so completely insubstantial, were impossible to escape, and held his limbs pinned in place.

"Now that we've started, let me explain in full what's going to happen to you," the dragon said, his white eyes glowing as he lifted his other hand. More of the ephemeral black stuff started creeping up his bound body, taking Calvin's clothes from him seam by seam, thread by thread. Soon, he was naked from the waist down, and he blushed as his dick started rising from exposure. "What I'm going to be testing are magical seals, marks that have been put to paper. A bit like temporary tattoos, but all you have to do is smooth the symbol out on someone to apply it. With me so far?"

Calvin nodded.

"Good. That's the simple part. What we're testing today, basically, are some adult aids for intimacy between partners."

"...We're doing sex magic?" the cow asked.

"More or less. Interested?"

"...I...you..."

"Probably should have put that on the ad, quite honestly, but most people get into it once they're past the shy part. And considering that you're getting hard without me cheating - this time - that's probably a good sign."

"You - I - I could have - did you have to tie me up?"

"I think you prefer that I did."

The dragon chuckled knowingly, and it didn't help the cow's slow-rising dick in the slightest that the dragon was completely right. The restraints on his hooves and arms were keeping him pinned, yes, but the way that they were so much stronger than the chains and ropes that he and Brook played with - and that he tried to indulge with, but they were just too weak for - hit him so much harder than he expected. Knowing that he literally could not move his arms, that he could not close his legs, actually made him feel more aroused than he had for a while.

More aroused, and more embarrassed, and more helpless. That was very new.

"So...so..."

"Just relax, okay?" the dragon said. "Would it help to talk while I'm getting everything ready?"

"Please," Calvin admitted.

"Okay, we can do that. My name's Draconicon, by the way," the other male said, turning to a cabinet and pulling out several stacks of paper. "This stuff isn't harmful, by the way. There's nothing here that causes pain. Today, we're just focusing on...Actually, I can't really tell you without ruining the experiment, but I can tell you that it's going to be a lot more fun than you think."

"If you say so...hoo boy..."

"Are you in a relationship?" Draconicon asked.

"A bit. Kinda. Mostly. It's complicated."

"Open?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Lemme guess. Figuring yourself out a bit?"

"More or less...it's not easy to just let go when you're responsible all the time."

"Tell me about it," the dragon said, shaking his head as he pulled a sheet of plastic off one of the sheets of paper. "You work hard all day long, year after year, taking care of people, and then, when the time finally comes for you to take a break, what do you do? Find another way to help someone else out. It's like your own time becomes someone else's, because you can't feel good unless you're doing something to make someone else feel good at the same time."

"Stop calling me out," Calvin muttered, though not without a smile.

"Just saying. I get it."

"...Apparently."

"Better?"

"A little."

"Great!"

Draconicon slapped a pair of paper sheets - each no more than two inches across - over the cow's nipples. He arched his back off the exam table as they stuck hard, sealing to his skin better than any tape usually did. As he looked down, the edges of the sheets turned pitch black, and a purple glow rose from the sheets themselves, burning brightly as some sort of sigil before fading away again.

He braced himself for the feather-touch that he was so familiar with, but it never came. Instead, it was like a tickling candle, something that was almost too hot to touch, something that set the skin beneath his fluff to sweating almost immediately. He gasped, trying to shrink away from the paper, but it was sealed too close to him for him to do that. All he could do was stare as the light pulsed away, glowing and fading, glowing and fading through the paper, leaving him biting his lips and trying not to say anything, not to react, not to -

"It's settling in, at least," Draconicon said. "How's it feeling?"

"H-hot," the cow said. "And not...not completely in the sexual way."

"Overheated?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Okay, that'll fade. Just ride it out for a bit. But that's worth knowing."

As the dragon typed away on the computer built into the wall, Calvin tried to do what he'd been asked, to ride it out, but it was rather hard when there was that tickling tongue of near-flame pressed right against his nipples. He could feel them stiffening, getting harder, pushing against the sticky sheets more firmly. The shapes of the sigils or runes or whatever they were attached to the sheets were getting more prominent, too, and he was half-sure that the tingling, tonguing feeling that came with the heat was in the same shape as them on his flesh.

Oh god...

It didn't take long for the dragon to finish typing, and as soon as he did, he turned around. He grabbed hold of the bottoms of the sheets -

"Wait!"

And yanked them back despite Calvin's protests. The cow gasped, arching his back and hissing at the hair-pulling sting.

"Sorry. I'm going to have to find a better adhesive," the dragon said.

"Fuck...fuck..."

"Yeah, sorry. But, hey. Look at yourself."

Calvin wasn't sure that he entirely wanted to look at himself, not after the feeling of those spells, but at the same time, he knew that he'd have to, eventually. At the very least, he should take a look before he went home and let Brook see what had happened. The cow leaned down -

And stared. His chest was marked with two purple marks, seals, whatever they were, and they were bright purple as if they were branded into his chest. His nipples stood out tall and proud, stiffer than usual, and he just knew that they'd be visible through his shirt when he was dressed again. He blushed worse as he realized just how hard and sensitive they were, and knew that they'd be all too easy to toy with.

"What..."

"Describe how they feel, if you would?" Draconicon asked.

"Just...mmmph."

"Yes?"

"Sensitive. Really sensitive. Like...like I could touch them and almost cum, if I did."

"That sounds about right," the dragon admitted. "These are meant to sensitize different places, make sure that you are turned on more when they're played with."

"Nnngh..."

"So, would you say that the sensitivity works?"

"I'm...I'm having to...breathe carefully so I don't blow on them...so...so yeah...I think it's working."

"Good, good."

"Nnngh..."

He tilted his head back again, feeling his cock throbbing hard enough to reach full erection before falling back on his stomach. Aside from the embarrassment - kinky embarrassment, but embarrassment nonetheless - of being fully exposed, the constant stimulation of air rushing over those little pink peaks sticking out through his body fur was more intense than he had expected. His cock twitched idly, bouncing up and down against his belly as he tried to breathe up rather than down across his chest.

"Well, at least that works," Draconicon said.

"You...you have other...tests?"

"Well, one major one," the dragon said, nodding at the piles of sheets. "Considering your reaction to just having your nipples sensitized, I think further experimentation should probably be limited to just one other sheet. Otherwise, you'll be basically catatonic when you leave, and that wouldn't do you any favors, would it?"

"...Probably not."

"So, we'll do another sensitizer, and then we'll add the other one."

"Oh god, where are you -"

"Ever done much denial-play, Calvin?"

The question took a second to sink in, and by the time it did, the dragon had already taken the cow's cock in hand. He gasped, shaking his head rapidly.

"Wait a second, wait a second. Denial - as in - you're not -"

"Oh, I am."

"But - but - but this is going to...wear off, right?"

"Oh, yeah. If it doesn't wear off in a week, you can come in and I'll fix it myself. Remember?"

There was something about the steamrolling nature of the dragon that made it impossible for the cow to do his usual thing of trying to take control from the bottom. The few times that he tried to slip into something more submissive with Brook, he always ended up losing that pure bottom-y mindset and slipped into being a power-bottom, instead. Taking control was the one thing that he always did, whether he was topping or bottoming, and he'd just figured that there was no way for him to entirely lose that.

But this...

This overwhelming power...

This bondage...

This surety...

It just steamrolled him, pushing all his concerns and worries to the back of his mind, and all he could do was take what happened to him.

And what was happening right then was an application of another sensitizer sheet, this one being laid ever so carefully around the head of his cock. The magical fire burned hot, and he gasped, his cock feeling like someone was holding it just over an open flame, away from any real damage, but feeling the heat rolling up around the veins popping along his shaft, over the whole thing, teasing and caressing it with invisible fingers and driving him to get harder, stiffer. His balls churned away, almost feeling like they were swelling in hyper-need, churning, swelling, and his cock -

"Nnngh...ah...ah..."

It felt like it was growing, if not longer, than thicker. It felt so big, so full, so heavy compared to its usual stiffness, and even the casual nudges from the dragon's fingers, keeping it from touching his fluffy stomach, nearly pushed him over the edge. He whimpered as those scaly touches drove him near to madness, gasping as his heart beat so fast that it felt as if it was going to burst from his chest.

"That strong, huh?"

"MMMMMMMM!"

Calvin no longer trusted himself to speak. It felt like the very beat of his heart pulsing through his dick could be enough stimulation to get him off as the heat down there kept getting stronger and stronger. He swore that his dick was somehow getting to the point of sweating, that he was dripping all down his shaft. His balls felt like they were sagging between his legs, inflating with raw need between his thighs and oozing more pre-cum up his cock, and, and, and -

"MMMMPH!"

He wanted to hump, but didn't dare. Everything was too hot, too warm for him to do anything of the sort. All he could do was stare straight at the ceiling and try to keep some control as the seal on his cock glowed with purple light, slowly marking the head of his cock.

"That's nearly done," the dragon said all too casually. "Now, to make sure that we keep the denial part."

"What - NNNNGH!"

Another sheet, this one flattened over his balls as it was smoothed out and set in place. Whereas the one on the head of his cock made him feel hot, too hot, this one felt...heavy, like a weight had been added to his sac, like something had been clenched tight like a steel band right at the head. His breath caught in his throat as it kept pulling down on his balls, adding to the sense of churning weight that was already there, but getting stronger, heavier, almost like it was adding even more.

Draconicon grabbed the cow's cock. Calvin arched his back, all but screaming in pleasure as his cock felt too sensitive to touch. Clawed fingers gently grabbed the edge of the sheet -

"Please! PLEASE!"

But rather than ripping it off, the dragon peeled it ever so gently. The tender treatment left him hissing through his teeth, the cow's hair matting down against his scalp from the streams of sweat coming off him. He could barely catch his breath, barely see through the haze of lust that had settled on him.

"Just about done..."

"Ah...ah..."

"Lovely look there, though."

"Nnngh!"

"Now, let's test the restraints."

"MMMMNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAGH!"

Calvin screamed as the dragon started stroking him, not even that hard, just enough to feel like his tortured dick was getting put through the wringer. He could feel pre-cum flowing like mad, his cock soon soaked, drenched even, in its own product. His hips bucked without sense or reason, the pleasure climbing higher and higher.

He should have cum.

Why didn't he cum?

Why couldn't he cum?!

"Nnngh-nnngh-nnngh!"

"Feels good, huh?"

"What...what - nnngh!"

The dragon's thumb stroking along the head of his cock nearly broke him, feeling like it should have summoned a fountain's worth of need from his depths. As it stood, it just spiked another massive dose of pleasure through his brain, leaving him almost drooling against his shoulder as his head rolled to the side.

What...what the hell...Why did it feel...

"Looks like the denial patch is working pretty well; considering how sensitive your cock is right now, you should have cum at least a half-dozen times in the last few seconds," Draconicon said, the dragon's voice so distant compared to the pounding in the cow's ears. "You're probably going to need some time to get used to that, but considering that you should have some experience with denial play, I think you'll be okay."

Experience? There was no experience like this. Calvin had played with himself in the past, done a couple of days of denial after edging, boosted his own sensitivity through increased semi-chastity and holding back, but nothing compared to the raw need and sensitivity between his legs right now. He had never even imagined that a person could feel like this without their head exploding. How the hell would he be expected to deal with something like this? How could anyone deal with something like this?

And yet...

At the same time, even as he felt the head of his cock grinding across his belly fur, even as he looked down at the purple seal on the tip that matched the sensitivity symbols on his chest, he couldn't help but be turned on. He was so hot, so hard, and it was only getting better.

It literally couldn't end, the part of his brain that was still capable of thought told him. It could not end, and that meant that his pleasure would just keep going up.

"Ah...ah..."

"Like I said, you'll be able to get this removed next week if it doesn't come off by itself, but -"

"More," Calvin managed to wheeze out.

"Pardon?" the dragon asked.

"I...need...more."

"Embracing it, are we?"

"I want -"

"You'll get what you can take," the dragon said, interrupting him with both words and a sharp pinch that left Calvin arching his back and offering his nipples up more than they already were. "That said, knowing you, you can take a little bit more. Not much more...but a bit."

As the black dragon loomed over him, one hand over the cow's chest and the other hovering over his cock, Calvin knew that he was getting into the deep end. Whatever bratty, power-bottom-y behaviors that had worked to get Brook to do what he wanted wouldn't work here. He was an experiment, someone to be teased and tweaked and observed while he was going through pleasure hell, and he should be afraid.

He was...and at the same time, he wanted so much more.

The cow screamed as the dragon grabbed his cock, and he moaned at the first stroke. It only went downhill from there...

Calvin could barely walk as he left the facility, stumbling and almost falling flat on his face as soon as he stepped through the door. It didn't help that his cock was still rock-hard, unable to go down from the constant stimulation of his own clothes, but he didn't mind that. His embarrassment of being seen with a hard-on, formerly so overpowering that he couldn't think of anything but fearful what-ifs if anyone ever turned to look at him, had faded into something else, something more...more relaxed, he supposed.

But he didn't expect to see a car driving up in front of the clinic for him, nor to see Brook looking out the window, peering through sneaky sunglasses at him. His boyfriend smiled, reaching for his phone -

Bzzzzz.

Calvin's phone buzzed in his pocket, nearly taking him off his feet from the sudden blast of stimulation right to the base of his cock. He spat pre-cum into his shirt, soaking it from the waist nearly up to his torso, and he stumbled into one of the parking barriers between the lot and the building.

"Fuck...fuck..."

He knew that his cock would eventually go soft...eventually...in something that was as close to a sensory deprivation chamber as he could make it. Failing that, he wasn't sure that his cock would ever go soft, ever stop dripping, ever stop flooding his brain with horny thought after horny thought that would tease him that much higher and to a greater point of pleasure and need.

Fuck...fuck...

Brook was going to have a field day with this. His boyfriend was going to enjoy getting the chance to keep him as bottom-y as possible, to have him so overwhelmed with pleasure that there was no way in hell that he would be able to fight back. Calvin was so sensitive right at that moment that he didn't think that work was on the table. Hell, he was barely able to walk right now. He needed someone to take care of him...

And he had someone entirely too willing to do that.

Looks like...looks like I'm bottoming this week, he thought as he pulled his phone free.

"Nnngh...yes?"

"You okay? You look like hell."

"I'm good...better than good..."

"You sure?"

"Sure enough that I'll suck you off all the way home."

"Deal!"

The End

Summary: A young man goes to a clinic for a paid trial, not aware of what he's getting into.

Tags: M/M, Bondage, Draconicon, Dragon, Magic Seals, Symbols, Marking, Cow, Sensitive, Sensitizer, Nipples, Cock, Denial, Chastity Magic, Nudity, Urban Fantasy,