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“Stop squirming. You’ll ruin the experiment.”
Ah. He regains his composure now, shifting where he was—although there wasn’t really much leeway to move. He closes his eyes, counts to ten, and takes a deep breath. One, two, three, four five, six, se—
He jerks, whines high in his throat and opens his eyes to the cold, chill air. The clank of metal is deafening, everything heightened around him; the smells, the sounds, the touches, all to the double. He keens, arches his back as much as he could, away from the surface he buried his face into. He clenches, and a tiny, small stream dribbles down on the inside of his thigh.
“Hm.” He hears, but can’t move towards the sound, aching, wanting to be close to its owner. Footsteps walk around him like he’s being examined—well, really, wasn’t this all what it was? A little “experiment”? He gasps, feeling soft fingers brush against his back but perseveres. Once again, he makes his count to ten, and breathes. It was fine now. “Alright, we’ve successfully moved to the next level of the experiment. Congratulations, your highness.”
If he could, he would ask for a break. Though knowing the professor, Mydei would be lucky at best to just have the lights turned on to their full brightness. And so he stays, even as Anaxa walks, scribbling notes on his clipboard and pauses every so often. Something clicks, another is softly pressed, and then Anaxa walks over once again, till Mydei could feel his presence and breaths near his backside.
He wants to look at him, but that’s just the nerves talking, he’d tell himself. He wants to turn his head but he can’t. The variables of the experiment would be ruined, and Mydei doesn’t want that. So he clenches his jaw around the cloth shoved between his teeth, tied round the back of his head, and looks forward again. The moment he shifts his knees, the thing that has been causing him turmoil slowly springs to life, and Mydei balls up his hands into fists to stop himself from uttering a sound.
“Interesting… you can still hold it together after about—he pauses, Mydei assumes, to look at his watch—one hour and six minutes.” Anaxa’s smile is evident in his voice, and it is further proven with the chuckles he releases, and the hand feathers over Mydei’s calf as he starts walking again. “To think that you’d go this far… you might even surpass our Deliverer’s record.”
He can. He can. He will.
He tries to lean into the touch, where Anaxa pressed his palm flat against Mydei’s calf, slowly tracing it up and down. Mydei shivers, and directs his fury to his restrains and the thing causing his turmoil. Honestly he deserved it, having agreed blindly to help Anaxa with “an important experiment” and giving his full consent without knowing much of the details first. That was how he found himself strapped to a table, face down and ass up, arms and hands strapped caging his face and his legs and knees bent behind him held in the same way, and a buzzing intrusion sitting between his warm, velvet folds.
Before he could voice a protest, Anaxa places a cloth neatly between his teeth and ties it tightly, claiming it was important that he practices enough restraint, and elaborates no further. That was how he spent the past hour, being goaded on by Anaxa, and how he was a little impressed he was going this far—but still. Not enough to beat Phainon’s record. The thought of Phainon in the same position as him did not help with the sensations, but Anaxa went into detail anyway.
He goes on and on about how patient Phainon was, about how good, and Mydei’s blood actually boils. He hates the way praise rolled off Anaxa’s tongue so easily, but when it came to him, Mydei was only chastised, compared, ridiculed even.
“Once the tenth minute is up, you’ll have beat Phainon’s record,” Anaxa reassures, palm flattening upwards to the meat of Mydei’s thigh. “Only if you beat the record, then I’ll use my fingers.”
Mydei only had to wonder if Anaxa’s fingers would be good enough to replace the metal rod in his ass, though in hindsight, it’s not as thick as initially thought, at the first intrusion. It just stayed there, annoyingly pressed against his walls, trembling along with Mydei who has held off all this time.
Mydei also had to wonder if Anaxa fucked Phainon after he was done. With his fingers, of course.
He wonders how it would feel… well, only one way to find out.
He bit into the cloth, pressed his nails to his palm once Anaxa’s hand came to rest at the back of his thigh, staying there without moving. The heat from him alone had been too much, and Mydei feels overwhelmed that he gasps once he shifts, and the rod inside him slams once, harsh and true, into his g-spot.
No-No—no!
With thirteen seconds to spare, Mydei felt his own cum flood his thighs, and he whines, mourning the loss yet clenching over the rod as much as he could, gasping whenever the pulses grew stronger. And so in the end… he doesn’t surpass the set record. Anaxa removes his hand, Mydei whines, apologetic yet unable to speak.
“I expected as much,” the professor says instead, walking until he’s in front of Mydei, bends over so that they were level. As he’s shivering, Anaxa’s reaches out to cradle his head, gently stroking his hair. It drives Mydei even crazier, shakes as he clenches over the rod, again, and again, until his whines nearly climb into screams. “It’s alright, it’s only the first trial. Don’t be so glum, Mydeimos.”
First?! He had to ask himself, but then Anaxa pulls the gag slightly down, before tugging Mydei’s chin up with his fingers.
“To start off your punishment, I’ll spit in your mouth three times,” he announces nonchalantly, thumb stroking Mydei’s chin, and leans closer. Mydei’s eyes flicker to Anaxa’s slim yet pretty lips, and lingers a moment too long; I wanna kiss him. “Do you want to opt out?” it’s something Anaxa asks every few minutes. Gives him an out during the experiment if it’s too much. Mydei persists every time. This one… this one seemed no different. He shakes his head. “Use your words. Tell me you want my spit in your mouth.”
Mydei is sure he wasn’t in his right mind; what sort of self-respecting person would want that!? Considering this is the experiment he chose to continue for over an hour, Mydei was far beyond that. “I’m—wan’ your spit ‘n my mouth.”
“Good.” Was all the warning he gets before Anaxa’s thumb presses down on his tongue, tilts his head back to an impossibly uncomfortable angle, and gives a quiet “Don’t spill” before he spits into Mydei’s mouth.
The intrusion was foreign, almost as foreign as the rod in his ass, but it was different. He flinches, unable to move, feeling the liquid slide ever so slowly down his tongue, stopping at the top of his throat. Anaxa gathers it up, before spitting again, this time a lot closer to Mydei’s mouth that their lips brushed against each other. Mydei cringes but stays as commanded, even when Anaxa spits inside the third time, the biggest of them all, filling up Mydei’s mouth with his spit and the prince’s reflexive saliva.
He pushes the gag back between Mydei’s teeth, and drops his chin.
He doesn’t move. He won’t ruin the experiment.
“Your second punishment will be spanking. I will not put a counter, but a timer. And you need to keep track of how many times you are hit. Understand?”
Mydei nods, shifts his ass as he feels Anaxa approach, walking out of his sight. Mydei has dealt with pain before, so this shouldn’t be any different. Might not even reach the level he’s used to. However, he was not prepared for Anaxa to slide into the gap between Mydei’s pelvis and the table, legs dangling over as if Mydei was lying across his lap like a schoolkid being scolded—Mydei was also certainly not ready for Anaxa to wrench the rod out of his ass. A cry made its way out of his mouth, along with some of his (and Anaxa’s) drool.
Anaxa’s thigh brushes against his leaking, caged cock. Mydei moans, unabashed and wanton and tries to grind down against the friction.
“Nod once if you are fine with your hands being bound behind you.”
Mydei figures he was already in too deep. He finds himself absently nodding, figuring it would be a good chance to be able to touch Anaxa. If he wanted. Yeah. If.
And so Anaxa undoes the shackles and straps over his arms and wrists, before gathering Mydei’s sore hands behind him, gently rubbing the marks that formed small dents against his skin. They would heal like all his wounds do, leaving no trace. He finds that thought a little disappointing. This time, instead of metal, tape was rolled around his wrists, binding them together at the small of his back, and another was bound around his upper arms. While Mydei is strong enough to break free from the confines, his buzzed up brain told him to struggle as if he can’t. Because he can’t. He’ll ruin the experiment and he can’t possibly do that.
And he won’t. He’ll be good.
Anaxa chuckles at the pathetic attempt. “You’re good at flattering me, Mydeimos.” He says mirthfully and sets the tape down. “But flattery will not get you out of the punishment.” Once Anaxa’s hand touches his heated ass, Mydei releases a sound so shameful he doesn’t want to speak of again. He shakes like a leaf, trembling as Anaxa adjusts him so he was lying fully on his lap, his cock wedged between his stomach and the professor’s thighs. “Of course, movement is absolutely forbidden. Nod if you understand.”
He understands, so he nods. He nods, as he understands. He gets in a few, minute rocks of his swollen, trapped cock before he settles, completely defeated. He wonders if Phainon got punished, too. He wonders if he enjoyed it. He doesn’t know why, but feeling Anaxa’s hands, soft and unblemished run over his skin was almost better than the metal rod. The thought of Anaxa’s hand on Phainon boils his blood with something he didn’t know. He finds himself flushing at the thought, and dismisses it almost immediately.
“My, you’re soaking my pants!” Anaxa’s fingers find their way between his ass cheeks, tracing over his trembling entrance and collecting his slick as if disgusted. “Quite messy for a prince.”
Mydei moans out in response, edges his ass closer to where the slick string from his entrance is connected to Anaxa’s fingers. The other hand on his back lowers him down and stills him. The fingers then disappear for a second, before they lie back flat on the fat of his ass, dry and untainted. Anaxa squeezes gently, his other palm pressing over his back.
“I’m starting the timer… now.”
Anaxa didn’t give him time to comprehend, or prepare himself or face the consequences of the event that occurred. He just started hitting him in quick, orderly fashion, raining the slap down alternately between each side in a cascade. Mydei couldn’t collect himself at first, missed the objective of his punishment; counting. Though, after a few seconds, he started reciting in his head while he was rocked back and forth over Anaxa’s lap, clenching his fists tightly with each slap. Twelve… fifteen… t-twenty?
He’s proud that he has been coherent enough to not react distractedly to stop the progress. Not even when the hand on his back moves to take in and squeeze a side, opening his fragile, abused entrance to the air while focusing all the hits on the other side for about ten times before reversing. The chill air made Mydei clench over it, eager to squirm into or away from the uncomfortable feeling. It didn’t help that the hits jostled him and the stacked nerves in his cunt. It didn’t help he was still leaking. He let his jaw drop as he counted up to… forty… fif—what? No… forty nine…
The drool that collects in his mouth dribbles down the gag and onto his table. The pain is barely there, but everything within him flows downwards, compiling into unbearable heat and suffering that he clenches and squirmes again.
Anaxa lands one slap square at the center, taking both side up with him. Si… Huh? I don’t remem-oh—oh!
Then suddenly, he stops, one hand weaving itself into Mydei’s sweaty hair and tugs him up, arching his back off the table and bringing their faces close. “How many?” he asks neutrally.
Mydei blanks, trying to get over the onslaught of spiking nerves and pulsing muscles in his nether regions. He shifts on his knees, pushing his ass back into Anaxa’s hand. The professor lowers the soaking wet gag, shaking Mydei by the chin when he doesn’t respond the first time. He releases an acknowledging noise, not sure how he did it, but Anaxa asks again.
“Well?”
Mydei swallows with difficulty, but knows he has to answer. “I… don’t… know… six-sixty… something…”
Anaxa scoffed loudly before pushing Mydei harshly back down on the table. “Not even close! How do you lead an army with that messed up brain of yours, your highness?” Anaxa sneers, moving a hand so that it comes between them, pressing harshly over Mydei’s caged coke that he cries out in pain. “I was trying to give you something so easy that you could do, even Phainon could easily count up higher than that!”
Phainon again. Mydei shakes his head, weakly raising his ass for more. Experiments had trials. There was always a second chance. Anaxa will give him a second chance, right! He’d be good. He’d be so good. “I can… I can count. Please. Please.”
“What do you want?”
Mydei answers without much restraint, contrary to what the experiment was even going for, “Hit-Hit me. Hit me again. I’ll… I’ll—”
Anaxa snorts meanly, pushes Mydei back onto his lap, and reaches forward to shove the gag messily back into his mouth. “No need for you to count. You just take your punishment like you are meant to.” And Mydei feverishly nods. He breathes and soaks the gag again, as Anaxa’s hand runs over his heated, bruised ass. He gives one cheek a squeeze. Mydei whimpers.
He doesn’t say anything, he just resumes hitting him again like he never stopped. Mydei found himself crying out with each hit, clenching his hole over nothing, shifting and jerking every time a slap landed that it almost sounded painful. He yelps again as Anaxa leans over him, traced his middle finger through and over his wet folds. Mydei positively leaks and arches into it as Anaxa continues spanking him, but at a much slower pace.
When the first warm finger enters to the last knuckle, Mydei screams. He doesn’t come yet, but is trembling as he was about to, and Anaxa doesn’t stop hitting him, each slap rocking him back and forth on his lap, without him needing to move his digit at all. Mydei releases all his inhibitions, finds the mix of pain and pleasure almost too much. His vision darkens momentarily, just as Anaxa’s second finger traces his slick-covered cunt. He moans, loud and wanton, as Anaxa’s hits slide towards the cleft between his thigh and ass.
A moment later, the second finger enters, Mydei absolutely melts. Muffled pleas sound in his gag, grinds over Anaxa’s lap and clenches over both fingers as they pumped with strength. He whines, arches up and down like a dog in heat—he begs, he begs, he hopes this was because he was good. He hopes it with all his heart.
The hand fingering him twists, and a thumb is poking around and wandering to where his clit is, before it settles somewhere close, and presses. Mydei screams, he bucks up with his lower body, releases more and more slick and everything pulses and rushes so quickly he couldn’t take it any more. Not the fingering, not the hitting, not the massage he was having—
The hand hitting him suddenly left. An elbow pressed his back down and arched him up high into the air.
Anaxa slapped his pussy, loud and squelching and echoing in his ears. He did it again while fingering him, faster this time. And again. And again and again and again and again until Mydei’s clenched, mind blanked, and he shot his release all over Anaxa’s hand and down his inner thighs, and flooding Anaxa’s pants.
He continues screaming as he was riding his release, his nerves tingling with each hit and his walls welcoming in more of Anaxa’s fingers until they turned to three, pumping in so deep that the gem on his hand grazed his walls. Mydei continues screaming. Anaxa doesn’t stop spanking his pussy. Not even when he stops coming. Mydei doesn’t want him to stop. He will be good.
His cock twitches beneath him, aching for its own release. Anaxa holds it between his knees and squeezes. Mydei flinches and tries to jolt away, and that is when Anaxa finally stops.
He stands up, getting out from the space between Mydei’s pelvis and the table and stands, pants wet and fingertips soaked in his slick. Mydei turns his head, trembles as Anaxa comes closer to his behind. He couldn’t stop clenching or shivering, he couldn’t stop when a drop of his juices stream down his thigh. At that very moment, Mydei hears the Click! of a kamera.
“The third and final trial,” Anaxas announces as he walks towards Mydei’s ass, spreads his sore ass wide enough to allow air into his stuttering, winking hole, before spitting directly inside. “How to restrain handling your own pleasure, for mine.”
Mydei doesn’t register exactly what he means until something much colder pokes at his behind, pressing only slightly against his clit as Anaxa fumbled with something behind him. He wiggles and grinds against it, pussy throbbing against the cold, soft material. His head was muddled, unclear. All he knows is that he was close to finishing the experiment, and it would entail pleasing Anaxa. He wants that. He wants it. He wants to please him. He wants to be good.
Next, the tape is undone from his arms, and they flop to his sides, aching and pulsing red from their position when they were restrained. He can’t really move them, they shake with his weight, but now that they are free, he might be able to reach out. He might even be able to…
However, before he can think further, the thing poking at him is now adjusted at his entrance and pushes inside him. Mydei whines and tries to move away, but Anaxa pulls him back by the hair. A harsh whisper comes to his ear, “Now, you don’t want to quit when you’re so close, aren’t you?” he asks. Mydei shakes but doesn’t answer. “You don’t want to quit when I haven’t gotten my share yet? That’s not good of you, your highness.”
Oh. Not… good?
Anaxa then slowly undoes the cage around his cock. Mydei elicits a questioning noise from the back of his throat. He… he really has no idea what to do with that.
Mydei speaks incoherently through the gag, shakes his head and takes the initiative to push himself back on the rapidly warming material inside him. It wasn’t metal, but it was soft and flexed inside his walls, taking their shape the further it moved in. Anaxa hums and releases him with a gentle stroke. “My good little test subject. You’re doing well.”
Mydei keens high in his throat, chases the retreating touch on his hair but it’s not absent for long. Anaxa soon comes into view, dry hand pushing Mydei’s fringe off his forehead, and takes out the gag. Mydei’s jaw drops and his tongue, weakened, flops out. He melts when Anaxa smiles, and the professor presses his slick wet fingers onto the muscle, stroking the wetness over them.
Their gazes stay locked for a long moment, and Mydei wishes he would call him good again. Because that feels… it feels really nice.
Soon, Anaxa pulls his fingers out, and thumbs his belt with his free hand. Mydei’s eyes lazily turn to the action, watch as Anaxa pulls out his cock from his pants, and lays it gently over his unmoving tongue.
“I’m going to start the machine now,” he announces. “Nod if you understand.”
Mydei nods.
But isn’t prepared when the machine started moving the soft cock inside him, as soon as Anaxa pushes himself nearly all the way into Mydei’s mouth. He releases a noise somewhere between a moan and a surprised yelp, but quickly frames his lips around Anaxa’s cock, sucks him off like it’s his job. The professor says nothing, does nothing except thrust himself back and forth on Mydei’s tongue. It’s strange, Mydei thinks, that Anaxa’s so silent. That all he has for show were grunts of pleasure as he speeds up along with the machine inside him.
He shifts a knee to the side, and the machine drives in deeper. Mydei’s cock twitches and so does his overstimulated body. He can no longer hold himself up. His hands stumble as they reach forward, and grab Anaxa by the pants, leaning part of his weight on him. The machine pushes him back and forth on the table dragging his mouth against Anaxa. The professor does nothing for a few minutes, not until he suddenly takes Mydei’s hair in both hands, and pistoned himself at a faster pace, driving the tip of his cock down the prince’s throat. Mydei can’t breathe, his eyes widening with the lack of breath and rolling to the back of his head. The silicone in his ass drove in and slammed against his walls, his own cock grinding against the table and his thoughts are muddled with nothing but how good and warm Anaxa feels in his mouth.
He seizes up almost right after, fingers clenching over the professor’s pants just as he comes, screaming as the machine keeps ramming into his abused walls the same time Anaxa just laughs out loud, maniacal and lustful.
“You couldn’t even hold it until I was done!” his voice is louder. Once click, the machine pauses inside Mydei and she shivers as Anaxa tilts his head up, and Mydei gags. “This is the so-called strong prince of Kremnos? Such a disappointment for a test sub—”
Mydei crashes, crashes over into the depths of his mind and his hands slowly letting go of Anaxa’s clothes. He feels sweat and tears stream down his face, as Anaxa fucked his face faster and deeper. So that’s it? He wasn’t… good… He wasn’t…
“Ah—a disappointment for yourself though. But-But for me—” Anaxa’s hips stutter, so do Mydei’s heartbeats. “Oh, the experiment proved such success. F-Fuck…!”
Mydei tries to swallow as Anaxa comes in his mouth. He can’t, he just lets it dribble down his loose jaw as the professor rides out his high. Mydei stares, watches as Anaxa’s head is thrown back, throat exposed, mouth wide open. He wants to kiss him—oh Mydei wants to kiss him so bad.
When he pulls off, Mydei flops on the table, exhausted as he could no longer hold himself up. The straps on his legs stopped him from turning around to his side but he’s fine this way. He’s fine. He should probably even sleep… dream about what happened, about Anaxa’s words, Anaxa’s lips…
That’s a nice dream.
“No. No. You can’t sleep yet,” enters the professor’s voice, and a Click! as the straps around Mydei finally come undone. A hand weaves through his hair, soothing, yet tugging him out of his slumber. “You need to get yourself cleaned. Come on. You gotta stand up.”
“I… can’…” he whines pathetically, trembling when Anaxa’s hand leaves him. He tries shifting, sits up on the table and jerks off immediately, wincing from the pain on his ass. He put his feet on the ground. Too cold. No. “I can’t—no…!”
“You have to, come on.”
Soon, he is barefoot on the floor, barely supporting himself on the cold, hard floor, face twisted with a wince. He holds Anaxa’s hand, walking with him as he leads him to what seemed to be a bathroom? Mydei is confused, but follows and shivers anyway.
He’s still bare as Anaxa guides him to a bath. He is set down in the pre-filled bath, and the coolness of the lukewarm water stings deliciously on his ass. Anaxa helps him lie down, pulls up his sleeves as he helps splash some water on his face to help him stay awake. Mydei wants to kiss him. He really does.
Soon, Anaxa’s hand trails below the water surface, rubs against his skin to clean off all excess cum and splatter, until it arrives at his cock. He whines when Anaxa rubs it clean with his hand, but thankfully, it doesn’t stir awake. Instead, his palm traces down between his thigh, middle finger cleaning up through his folds and Mydei arches up, still sensitive from before.
“You need to get clean.” he knows that, but. He moans weakly when Anaxa finally cleans him out, and then withdraws. His hand takes a washcloth, and dabs it into Mydei’s heated cheeks. “You’re such a pretty crier, Mydeimos.”
Is he? He had no idea.
“Did I…” Mydei swallows heavily, staring up with wide, imploring eyes, at Anaxa. “Did the experiment…?”
“Next time, I’ll have you on your back,” he speaks nonchalantly, digging his suddenly shampoo-covered hand into his scalp. He massages him softly, pushing the back of his head briefly down below the water surface to wash it out. “Your face is kind of wasted on your front, don’t you think?”
Next time…? Next time…!
“I… did good?”
Anaxa doesn’t smile, but nods as he washes the shampoo off Mydei’s hair, grabs another washcloth and helps him sit up to get his body soaped. “Yes. Yes, you did good.”
Mydei smiles, tries to sit up, the water sloshing around him. He realizes how big he is compared to Anaxa but sitting below him, he feels so small—his eyes crinkle as he reaches out a hand.
“Can I… please… kiss you…?”
Even though the success of the experiment had made him happy, Mydei was a lot happier when Anaxa leans down, gives him a small peck on the lips and… when the professor pulls away, Mydei stretches his neck and kisses him again.
Anaxa pulls off and places a flat palm on Mydei’s forehead. He doesn’t laugh, but a ghost of a grin finds its way on his face as he presses the prince back down. He runs the washcloth on his neck, and cradles his head with his other hand. “Slow down there, soldier,” he speaks softly as Mydei drifts, finally satisfied and getting what he wanted. He closes his eyes as Anaxa massages his skin, and hums in content as he strokes his hair.
Ah, comes a stray thought, the coming experiments will be fun.