The Scientific Method: Chapter 2 (w/ story by Glee) (Patreon)

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The Scientific Method: Chapter 2 - by Glee

"I've been waiting for this all week," the red dragoness said, her hips high and tail curled over her back. Her puffy vent and the trickle of her arousal from it were all the proof Nyte needed that she was telling the truth.

"Me too," Nyte said, stepping closer to the presenting dragoness, more than ready to-

"Wakey wakey, sleepyhead," Mal called.

Nyte twitched against his bindings and jerked his head up, blinking rapidly as his male alligator nurse stepping through the opening in the wall. In front of Mal was the wheeled storage cart he always brought with him, along with a padded red stool placed upside-down on top of it.

Nyte shook his head and growled, swallowing hard. He was almost glad for the interruption, because he'd been woken up from his unplanned nap before he'd really got into the dream. That inevitably meant that the dream would end right when he was about to blow his load, leaving him hanging. On the other hand, he was really looking forward to sinking his dick into a dragoness after three long days of "treatment" at Doctor Boulenger's laboratory. Plus, the interruption meant it was time for another edging session...

"Last one for the day," Mal said companionably, snapping on a pair of blue neoprene gloves. "Are you gonna be polite for this one?"

"Fuck you," Nyte said, in a sarcastic imitation of Mal's tone.

Mal chuckled and shook his head, setting the stool down on the floor in front of Nyte and sitting down on it. "You're real lucky I'm the easygoing sorta gator," he said, pulling out a bottle of lube yet again.

Nyte stared and clenched his front paws. It was the fifth time Nyte had seen the bottle on that day alone, and each visit meant another five inescapable edgings. It hadn't been so hard the first day, but by the end of the second day he'd had a little trouble falling asleep after his fifth session, and he'd woke up so horny on the third day that he'd wanted to shout. It didn't help that the ring around the base of his cock kept him hard all day and night.

"Oh, yeah, I'm really lucky," Nyte spat, making a show of jerking on his front ankles, the tip of his tail flicking side to side. None of that was enough to distract himself from noticing that his cock was already throbbing in anticipation, a drop of pre beading at his tip; it didn't realize that there was no release attached to the attention it was about to receive, it just wanted to be touched, bad!

"Yuh huh!" Mal agreed with a smirk, as if he were in on the joke. "Not everyone gets this kinda hands-on customer service."

Nyte opened his mouth to retort, then gasped in through his nose, the gator's gloved hands cupping his balls. They were full, warm, and more sensitive than Nyte had ever felt before, and those fingers rolling them slowly was an unwelcome delight.

"Getting a little pent up already, are ya?" Mal asked rhetorically, letting Nyte's sack go. The dragon let his held breath out in another small gasp, but Mal ignored that and used the pump bottle to lubricate his hands.

Nyte took the chance to try to calm down and not make a fool of himself. "Screw off," was all he managed to say through clenched teeth.

Mal didn't bother replying. He reached out and wrapped his strong hand around Nyte's cock, and it immediately tensed at the contact. Nyte pushed his hips back against the padding behind him, because despite the fact that he was a helpless prisoner, his body really wanted to push into Mal's touch.

Nyte couldn't help the urge, not with all the need running through his system, not with the warm, tight, slippery grip around his cock. Nyte glanced down at his crotch as Mal started to move, fingers sliding down until they gripped his knot and squeezed it, keeping that pressure as they rubbed up to his cockhead, then back down.

It felt so good, and if the world was fair, Nyte would be able to hump that hand and cum to his heart's contents. Instead, the dragon clamped down on the urge to moan, shivering as he pushed his hips back harder to keep himself still. He couldn't, though, not fully, and his back legs twisted against the cuffs keeping them spread, his tail trying to lash, more of his pre spurting out.

Mal carried right on, his hand already speeding up, and when Nyte looked down again, he accidentally caught the gator's gaze, and Mal smirked up at him. Nyte embarrassedly turned his head away and squeezed his eyes shut tight, as if trying to block out the feelings, but it just helped him focus on the sensation of that expert hand working him over. He couldn't help himself, his hips twitching rhythmically, not quite rocking, though not far from it.

"Ngh, shit, let me go!" Nyte demanded, though it sounded more like a whimper to him.

"Are we coming or are we going?" Mal asked, chuckling at his own sense of humor. "Neither for you, I guess."

Nyte growled, then whined, the back of his head thumping against the padding. He was getting close already, and again the internal war waged: he wanted to cum, so of course he loved building toward orgasm, but he knew the gator wouldn't let him, so he shouldn't want it. There was a chance, a tiny chance, that Mal might mess up and let him cum, and that tiny spark of hope was enough to make part of Nyte revel in the pleasure and urge himself on.

He didn't really need the urging, Mal's hand gliding up and down rapidly, and then it gave one last squeeze to Nyte's knot before it was suddenly gone. Nyte gasped and humped the air, utterly unable to control the reaction, a glob of pre flying free as his cock bobbed over and over again. The red light on his cock ring shone bright red, but Nyte wasn't looking at that; he was focused on Mal's fingers hovering mere inches away from his needy shaft.

Nyte panted hard and strained to stop himself from bucking despite how close it got him to brushing up against those fingers, which he was almost convinced would be enough to make him cum. He tried to hold back from making any noises, not wanting to give Mal or the doctor the satisfaction, but he still gave a few tiny whines under his breath, his whole body shivering.

"Three minutes," was all Mal said, still smirking as he sat there on the stool and let Nyte work through the frustration on his own.

"Nngh, fuck, you piece of crap," Nyte said through his panting, head arched back and eyes closed again. His cock finally stopped bobbing, though it tensed every few seconds as it wound down from the edge. "I hope you nngph?!"

Nyte's eyes flew open as his open mouth was filled with rubber, and before he could turn his head away Mal had strapped the ball gag around the back of his head. Nyte growled and shook his head, tongue pushing against it, his jaws straining, but Mal quickly pulled another strap around his snout, muzzling it shut around the gag.

"There we go," Mal said. "Y'know, we might need to wash out that dirty mouth of yours someday..." He punctuated the thought by tapping Nyte on the nose with his bare hand. Nyte had been so worked up he hadn't noticed that Mal had taken his gloves off, let alone pulled out a gag. "Anyway, now you can focus on the edging, instead of our, uh, witty banter."

Nyte growled again and tossed his head side to side, then turned it to rub his cheek hard against the padding behind him. It didn't make the leather straps budge, and the gag was big enough and deep enough that his tongue couldn't push the ball out. They'd taken away his freedom and his rights to cum, and now they were even taking away his voice?! Who did they think they were! "Ay ih aw!" was the best he could shout, and even to him, it didn't sound like useful words. Mal ignored them, reinforcing the feeling.

Nyte had been so busy trying to get his snout free that he'd missed Mal getting ready again, so when Nyte looked back down, it was just in time to see Mal wrapping a lubed glove around his knot with one hand, while the other cupped his balls. "Time for number two," Mal said conversationally, squeezing sack and knot alike, then his upper hand stroked upward while the other rolled his balls.

Nyte moaned against the gag, the sensation too much to ignore and the sphere in his mouth making it hard to properly stifle the noise. He was dragged away from his anger at the gag and plunged straight into helpless arousal again, the touch to his sack adding a whole new element. That contact was almost gentle, as it cupped and rolled, and the slightly firm squeeze that was added in made him quiver.

Mal chuckled at the noise he'd coaxed out of Nyte and didn't bother much with foreplay, not this time, his stroking hand ramping up to high speed within just a few strokes. Nyte might have complained, might have argued, might have screamed or begged, and yet, he couldn't. And, if he couldn't talk, then... He trembled in the realization that losing his ability to talk back really did force him to focus on the feelings more!

Nyte gave a wordless, "Mmngh!" and started rocking his hips as he started to build toward the edge, unable to stop the movements any longer. It made everything feel better, the way he was pressing up into the grip around his cock, the heft of his balls moving even more within Mal's hand. So, of course, he thrusted harder!

And then he was only thrusting at the empty air, both of Mal's hands gone. "Nnh, nnh-nnh!" Nyte said, shaking his head as his hips bounced over and over, cock throbbing as it tensed and relaxed endlessly, pre squirting, then dribbling out, trickling down its underside. Paws clenched and yanked as he tried to find some escape, some way to reach down and soothe his need. He was more sexually frustrated than he'd ever been in his life, his heavy balls twitching as if lamenting that they'd been mere seconds from pulling closer to his body and releasing their load.

He glanced only once, and when he did, he saw what he'd imagined: Mal's fingers so, so close. If only he had a little more freedom, he could get off on those hands...

Nyte didn't even hear Mal say, "Three minutes," that time, the words lost somewhere in the midst of his post-edging struggles. He came down far too slowly, days of denial making it harder and harder to relax each time. Finally, though, he was no longer panting hard, and he blinked a few tears of frustration out of his eyes to look at Mal. The gator wasn't smirking, wearing a quiet smile as he patiently waited for the moment to pass.

"Time for number three," Mal said, his hand reaching out again.

Nyte shivered and shook his head, eyes wide. Had it already been three minutes?! He had fallen away from the edge for sure, but he still felt so sensitive, so needy, that he couldn't imagine it already being time for the next one!

Nyte moaned louder than before as Mal's hands found their place again, one around the middle of his dick and the other cupping his balls yet again. Both touches were more tender than before; there was no squeezing, no rapid strokes. Instead, Mal's right hand slide up nice and slow, circled Nyte's cockhead, then leisurely glided back down. The fingers of Mal's right hand gently curled as they rolled his balls around, holding them without truly gripping them.

Nyte trembled and whined, snout clamping down on the gag, his hips arching upward once and holding there. He was pushed past the point of caring what it looked like, desperate for more pleasure than he was being given. Nyte didn't have a choice in the matter, though, and Mal continued his steady caresses, up and down, over and under, taking long seconds to fully caress his cock each time.

"Nnnnggh..." Nyte started to slowly hump into the rhythm of Mal's right hand, his eyes closed. He pushed his cheek against the padding and used the leverage of his bindings to push himself through those fingers each time they moved. Mal was on point, though, careful to make sure that Nyte wasn't able to get too much more attention than he intended. It was slowly, oh-so-slowly building Nyte up, but he needed more!

Nyte tried to thrust faster, and again Mal kept up, snorting at the dragon's needy antics. Nyte's hips waggled, another attempt to sneak in some extra stimulation, and Mal didn't miss a beat. So slow, so rhythmic was the attention that Nyte had no choice but to truly feel every point of contact, the texture of Mal's hands through the glove, the way it rubbed up under his cockhead, over his knot, and along every inch between.

"Nnh, nnngh!" Nyte shouted, never having experienced a build toward orgasm that felt more frustrating than not having any contact at all. He had plenty of time to get used to it, minute after minute passing of Mal's machine-like precision. If Nyte hadn't been so worked up from over 50 edgings in the past few days, the attention wouldn't have been enough to get him off, he was sure of it. It was just too slow!

But, with how pent up he was, he could finally feel himself starting to approach the edge. He trembled all over and tried so, so hard to pretend he wasn't getting close. Maybe, just maybe, he could trick Mal, Doctor Boulenger, and the damn cock ring, and he'd be allowed an accidental orgasm! The most desperate part of him convinced himself that it was possible, and all he had to not start overreacting to how close he was getting. Nyte trembled but kept his hips from bucking too hard, going mostly quiet, trying to hold his breath so his panting wouldn't give him away...

Mal pulled his hands away.

"Ahhggh!" Nyte looked down through bleary eyes as he fucked the air as hard and fast as he could, absolutely thrashing against his bondage. His previous frustration was a well-kept fireplace compared to the raging bonfire of need that overwhelmed him, making him whimper over and over, pre practically coating his cock as it twitched and flexed and danced before him.

"Three minutes," Mal said casually. "Just two more to go. Unless you count tomorrow, I guess..."