CYOA 2 – To The Victor Go The Spoils – Chapter 26: Experiments (Patreon)

Last time: Hanzo found his way to Lumiose City's gym leader and immediately ran into a problem which is... unsurprising. However, they found a way to negotiate...

Warnings/content: voyeurism; small dick humiliation; temperature play

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Hanzo feels supremely uncomfortable walking around in nothing but his underwear, painfully aware of the fact that he’s constantly being watched over various cameras. Miss Song doesn’t let him forget it for even a moment as she sing-songs: “Last chance to take off that underwear! Uncle Winston would just love getting to see that cute little ass you got. Not to mention your cute little di-”

There’s a scuffle to be heard over the speakers, followed by Winston hurriedly mumbling: “This is quite alright and will suffice for the moment.”

Hanzo clenches his jaws together. He doesn’t have to be a genius to understand that Miss Song wants to make this as awkward and hard as possible. She really does hold a grudge, it seems.

“If you would just keep walking? The room is at the end of the hall.”

As Hanzo moves, his feet making soft slapping sounds on the cold floor, he tries to figure out whether Miss Song is haunting every single challenger that ever bested her or whether he is simply a special case.

“Miss Song?”

There’s a moment of quiet, then her voice comes chirping: “Yeah? What’s up, pretty boy?”

“Do you know what my brother is up to, by any chance?”

“Huh? No, why would I?”

Her confusion sounds real, at the very least. So maybe it really is just Hanzo she’s after. It does not exactly feel like a privilege…

He opens the door at the end of the hallway and steps into the room beyond. It looks mostly barren except for a chair and some… well… restraints attached to one wall. He stares at them quietly, the feeling of unease in his abdomen growing stronger.

His apprehension must have been clear on his face as after a moment, Winston’s voice comes to him over the speaker: “P-Please do not be alarmed. The restraints are simply so a test subject won’t accidentally hurt themselves. There is nothing dangerous about the experiments we conduct, you know. It is all well within the perimeters what a human body can withstand…”

Hanzo sighs through his nose and shakes his head.

“If you would please explain the experiment to me? The sooner we get this over with the sooner I can get dressed and be on my way.”

“Ah, y-yes, of course. Uhm…”

“I’ll go and help him get trussed up, Uncle!”

Hanzo coughs nervously. He remembers the last time he and Miss Song had been involved in some… experiments. He can’t believe that this should be running in the family. It sounds absolutely ridiculous… but here he is, waiting in his underwear to be subjected to some more ‘testing’.

From the loud silence coming from the speakers above, Winston feels about as awkward as Hanzo at the moment. Which can not be said of Miss Song who suddenly throws open the door on the other side with a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Didn’t think we’d see each other again so soon, huh?” she chirps as she gestures toward the wall with the restraints.

Hanzo moves toward it on stiff legs, trying to keep his answer civil as he diplomatically says: “Indeed. Though it is not necessarily a habit of mine to keep in touch with the gym leaders.”

He turns around and is startled by how close Miss Song suddenly is. She’s smiling but it looks a bit… sharp in his opinion. She really does not like losing, he supposes. At least not to a Magikarp.

“Oh, I know. But they like to keep tabs on you. You’re making quite the… impression as you go around the League,” she croons back, her voice lowered playfully as she kneels down in front of him to clip the restraints around his ankles. “Even Hoggy keeps an eye on you. He must’ve really come to like you…”

Her face is so close to his crotch and she’s playing it even up by leaning nice and close. Enough so that Hanzo can feel her warm breath wafting through the fabric of his underwear. He can feel his heart thumping faster and just a second later Winston’s deep voice asks from above: “Is everything alright, Mister Shimada? Your heart rate spiked all of a sudden…”

Hanzo can feel a flush crawling up from his chest. Hana looks quite pleased with herself as she snaps the second restraint closed around his ankle and stands up.

“How…”

“The wall you’re standing against is outfitted with various sensors to let me monitor your reactions to the experiment.”

“Ah.”

Hanzo can just about keep from squirming. He feels so… seen since stepping into this tower.

“Can you see the button to your right, Mister Shimada?”

“I… can, yes.”

“If anything were to happen that you would like to immediately stop the experiment, please do not hesitate to make use of it. It will trigger the releasing mechanism of the restraints. You are not my p-prisoner.”

Hanzo doesn’t reply to that. He kind of feels like one, after all… though he can’t deny that it is quite exciting. It’s probably because of Miss Song’s presence. Knowing that she likes to develop sex toys as a hobby does not really lend itself to make him not think of… stuff.

“I understand.”

Hana curls the cuffs around his wrists and watches him try and reach the emergency button. When they’re sure that it’s still working, she pats him on the shoulder and leans in close to his face so she can lower her voice as she mutters: “I’ll enjoy watching you squirm… maybe it’ll give me inspiration for a new toy. I always wanted to dip my toes into making pocket cunts, you know.”

The way she so casually says the word ‘cunt’ makes him shudder, his nipples tingling and sensitive. He has no idea what she means by that, though the intent is still rather clear. Giving him a jaunty little wave with her fingers, Miss Song turns and vanishes from the room, leaving Hanzo to stand spread eagle against a wall with all kinds of imagery floating around his head.

“Well then!” the sudden noise from above startles him but Winston does not seem to notice. From the sound of things he is once again leafing through paper until he found what he was looking for with a muttered ‘ah, yes’. “Overwatch Science thanks you for your brave effort in furthering technology allowing humans and Pokémon to safely live together.”

Hanzo gets the distinct feeling that the man is reading this off the paper he just unearthed. He tries to imagine what the man looks like but it is difficult. There are no pictures online and very little to read on him as a gym leader. So little, in fact, that he had not known about him being a scientist as well.

A recluse indeed.

“The test will span just a few minutes in which you will first be subject to imitation Pokémon attacks. Do not be alarmed, the attacks have been weakened to a point where they will not be able to harm you.”

There’s a beat of silence before Winston apparently pays attention to him again.

“Y-you do not have any illnesses that we should be aware of, do you?”

“Shouldn’t you have asked that to begin with?” Hanzo asks, starting to feel irritated. “You act like I’m the first person to be your labrat or something!”

“Well… ah… mh. You are,” Winston mutters barely audible and continues before Hanzo can reply to that: “If you are ready, I would like to proceed! Today’s tests revolve around ice attacks and should be able to help us develop better gear for Pokémon research in the more icy regions where we have yet to really make any breakthrough into the harsher territories.”

“Blabla… that’s boring, Uncle. Go on and play with him a little.”

Miss Song must have made her way back into whatever room it is she and her uncle have been hiding themselves away in.

Winston mutters something but it is too indistinct for Hanzo to make out over the speakers. He hears a soft whirring sound. Looking around frantically for the source, he notices a panel in the ceiling splitting open to make way for a robotic arm sliding down to roughly face level.

His heart is beating fast. He’s not quite… scared but he is not sure where all of this will lead in the end; especially with Miss Song right there and her uncle apparently just a pushover.

“The first test will be a simulation of the move Hail.”

Hanzo inhales sharply, bracing himself for… he doesn’t quite know what. His insides are clenching nervously as he stares at the nozzle of the contraption in front of him. It suddenly angles itself downward to about chest height before it starts to spray him with a barrage of small ice crystals.

To be fair, he wouldn’t really have been able to prepare himself for it. The cold hits his system like a shock and the small pinpricks of almost pain as the crystals hit his chest and nipples have his eyes watering immediately. He wants to wipe the little tears itching at the corners of his eyes away but he can’t bring his arm anywhere close to his face to do so.

His pulse jumps up a notch as he notices just how… helpless he is in that moment. That’s exciting. A lot more exciting than it has any right to be. Just when he thinks he might be getting used to the sensation, the nozzle begins to move and the spray of icy imitation hail travels toward his unprotected belly.

He sucks it in but there is obviously no way to escape. A few hit his belly button, somehow managing to lodge themselves in there. He had never known just how sensitive a belly button could be…

Hanzo closes his eyes, breathing through his mouth, hands curled into tight fists as he tries to just… ignore what is happening, maybe.

There’s a lot more powdered snow in the barrage of ice crystals than he would have thought necessary for a Hail attack. It melts quickly against his skin, leaving him wet and itching with little droplets of water slipping down his skin.

Through the blood rushing in his ears he hears Miss Song’s voice; pitched low into a catty croon as she advises: “Further down, Uncle. Here…”

The nozzle starts to move again, hitting Hanzo low on his abdomen. He goes up onto the balls of his feet, half a cry stuck in his throat. He restlessly pulls against the chains around his wrists, trying to duck away from the small crystals hitting him but not able to move down any further. His cock is right there and he’s afraid of Hana forcing the nozzle even further down…

The cold is, surprisingly enough, something he can deal with. It’s certainly not as bad as he had initially thought when Winston revealed the exact nature of the experiment. It’s cold, yes, but the worst thing about it is the little hail crystals hitting him with sharp little bites.

All of a sudden, the barrage stops. His breathing is loud in the otherwise quiet room, his whole body prickling and weirdly warm. He feels… invigorated, if he’s being honest. Alert and out of breath as if he’d just started a good workout.

“Your vitals all look very positive… how are you feeling?”

“Cold,” he replies, feeling surprised about his own rough voice. “But also warm? Out of breath…”

“I see, I see… mhh there are practices in other regions where people enjoy getting hit by the fans of a Tropius after immersing themselves in cold water. It jumpstarts their circulation quite nicely… maybe this just now simulated that experience? Hmmm very interesting. I wish i could use bigger ice crystals…” The last sentence is muttered so quietly, Hanzo is pretty sure that it hadn’t been meant for his ears.

He shakes his head slightly and lets it hang, eyes closing to just feel himself and get his breathing back under control.

He’s almost forgotten about Miss Song until her voice is heard, still with this low, catty quality to it.

“Oh, Uncle… look how cute it is…”

He has no idea what she’s talking about but the cold slithering down his spine in direct reaction to that is a lot more prominent than the cold he had just been subjected to. He hears the whirring of a camera ostensibly zooming in closer.

Hanzo has no idea what to think about it.

“Oh, ah… H-Hana, please. This is… this is just for scientific purposes. You can’t just-”

“But it’s see-through, Uncle. Doesn’t that look hot? He’s so pretty, isn’t he?”

Hanzo blinks slowly, then looks down his body. There is only one thing that could have become see-through, and just like she said: his underwear has become translucent from the spray of cold water, clinging to him and showing off the dark thatch of perfectly groomed pubes above… above…

Above his cock, right there on display and shriveled embarrassingly small from the ice he had been pelted with just moments earlier.

Hanzo can feel himself flushing hotter, his blood pumping through his veins fast after the treatment with the ice crystals. He can hear Winston spluttering and a little scuffle with Hana as he stutters that she should get her hands off the camera controls and that this is a reputable work place without harassment.

Hanzo can’t adequately say why the knowledge of this bumbling fool having seen his pathetically shrunk cock is so hot to him.

Of course his current state is grossly exaggerated by the cold, but he is also aware that he might not be the… largest gentleman, especially when compared to studs like Cassidy. In all honesty, it gives him even more of a kick holding the idiot on a short leash knowing about the differences in their bodies.

Maybe getting shamed for his ah… shortcoming and being aroused by it is just another aspect of his sexuality.

He imagines Genji saying something ridiculous like new kink unlocked. It is not entirely inaccurate, though.

“C-Could we j-just continue this?” He’s surprised at how difficult it is for him to speak clearly. He hadn’t noticed his teeth lightly chattering. He has been pelted by ice crystals, after all.

Winston clears his throat. “Yes. Yes, of course. Ah, the next simulation would be an Ice Beam. I will start with low pressure and slowly increase it. Please do not hesitate to speak up, should you start to feel any pain or discomfort past the expected amount…”

Hanzo stares at the nozzle in front of him, aware of all those little spots on his body that are throbbing nice and warm after the previous session. He awaits the cold water to shoot out of it yet is still unprepared for when it actually happens.

It feels different than the imitation Hail attack had; this one is more focused, a one-inch diameter ice cold pressure hitting him square in the chest. Ice water sprays everywhere, covering him within seconds.

His lungs spasm from the sudden cold and for a moment, Hanzo forgets entirely how to breathe while the stream of cold water hitting him wanders down to his stomach. He can feel how slowly the water begins to get even colder and harder until his brain supplies him with the information that this is supposed to simulate an Ice Beam attack and should therefore be ice and not water.

The pressure increases until his toes curl against the floor and he starts to rotate his wrists restlessly in the cuffs, wondering if he should speak up after all. It is dancing right on the fine edge of him being able to deal with it and it being simply too painful.

He can hear that Miss Song and Winston are once again speaking but he can’t make out the words nor whether they are talking to him or with each other. All he can focus on is trying to keep breathing while the stream of ice water is wandering over his body as if trying to massage him.

Hanzo is aroused. He can feel it in the tightness of his abdomen and the warmth of his thighs, so very willing to spread for a cock that’s just not there. His mind – so unimaginative at the best of times – is providing him with wild fantasies about Miss Song pushing a button and some form of icy dildo emerging that could fuck into his body, trying to push him to orgasm faster than he can melt it with his desperately clenching muscles…

It is quite humbling indeed. Cassidy must have thoroughly rubbed off on him, he can’t imagine anything else. If he were to tell Lúcio about it later, he is sure the other would derive an unending amount of amusement from his suffering.

The cold stream suddenly moves in a different direction and faster. His cheeks are pulsing with a flush and he just knows that his eyes must have gotten glassy. There’s no way he doesn’t look exactly like he feels: precariously close to fighting against an orgasm. It is not that dire yet, but… oh, he can sense it becoming that way.

The stream hits one of his nipples and Hanzo throws his head back, mouth open on a silent gasp. He tries to twist his body away but the nozzle follows him sadistically, switching from one tender teat to the next, skirting just around that too much and not enough while his poor, shriveled up cocklet twitches helplessly.

“Look how cute he is when he’s horny, Uncle!”

“I… uh… that is… Hana, please, just g-give me back the c-controls.”

He sounds about as close to tears as Hanzo, though probably for a wholly different reason. Getting bullied by your niece… how pathetic.

“Go on, just watch him! Live a little, Uncle! It’s not like I haven’t played with him before, you know? He’s got a super cute o-face.”

“O-O-face?” Winston sounds faint.

Hanzo has no idea what the guy looks like, but his voice is so nice and deep… all he can imagine is someone about the size of Mister Rutledge, clutching the edge of a table and quietly panicking as their experiment gets completely picked apart by Miss Song.

“Yeah, look.”

Hanzo is breathing heavily now, back pressed against the wall, and hands curled around the ropes that hold him to the wall just to have something tangible to grasp while the pressure of the water stream weakens a little as it travels down again, over his belly, rounding his belly button and then further down…

“When’s the last time you got laid, Uncle? Come on, live a little…”

“We uh… uh… uh we’re going to p-pause!” Suddenly, the nozzle stops altogether. Hanzo groans softly, cock twitching in his see-through underwear. Winston’s voice sounds a lot more hectic as he says hurriedly: “We’re going to… to continue in fifteen minutes with the protective suit. Uh… y-yes.”

All of a sudden, the restraints holding Hanzo click open and he nearly falls to his knees. He can just about catch himself before he faceplants, feeling horny and confused and thoroughly disgruntled as his slowly crawling orgasm has been cut off rather abruptly.

He does not appreciate being on the receiving end of such practices.

“Aw, Uncle… don’t be like that. We’re all friends here, aren’t we? Hanzo doesn’t care that you only get your dick wet every few years-”

“Hana!”

The audio cuts off at that point. Hanzo shakes his head. He’s horny and extremely cold. It does not help that this man somewhat reminds him of Cole who is too far away right now to be played with.

How… frustrating.