Things were finally quiet for a change… Which, admittedly, was rather strange. It was hard to enjoy the peace and quiet when you were constantly on edge [I]because[/I] it was peaceful and quiet! Tiemeth was in a pickle…  He was constantly expecting someone to swoop into his cave, or get hit with a ball of liquefied latex when he wasn’t paying attention. That was the life of a dragon when you kept the same company as Tiemeth… Whether you wanted to stay in their company or not! He’d been poking his head out of his cave all day, keeping a wary eye out for uninvited guests, determined not to be hauled off to god-knows-were just because it hadn’t happened in a while.

So it came as a huge surprise when he found a box waiting for him. He hadn’t heard any one approach, and it had only been about ten minutes since his last glance out the mouth of his cave. He couldn’t see any one, on foot or in the sky, anywhere near his cave! There wasn’t even a scent to track either! Oddities aside, the package that had been left was clearly marked with his name, and addressed to ‘Tiemeth’s cave’.  He’d been set up like this far more times than he’d like to admit… He didn’t even want to [I]touch[/I] that box, much less open it! He turned, prepared to swat it far in to the distance with his tail…

And promptly dropped in to a defensive position. There, sitting right behind him, was a note that had definitely not been there before. His eyes darted around his cave, gaze scrutinizing every hiding place, but still he saw not a soul anywhere near his home, and again found no scent to trace. The thought of ghosts popped in to his mind, but what ghost left presents and notes like this? And why now? Surely his cave couldn’t be haunted… Thoughts of spooks and specters pushed aside, Tiemeth grabbed the piece of paper, glaring at it.

“To Mister Tiemeth the Dragon, you’ve been randomly selected to partake in a clinical study, and to beta test Argus Lab’s crowning glory; Nanites, or microscopic machines.”

Tiemeth blinked, looking around his cave. Was… This a joke? Tiny robots? He hadn’t the slightest clue how a normal one worked, much less a bunch of ones he couldn’t actually see. Curious, he decided to keep reading, hoping to glean more information from the paper.

“Our Nanites are designed to monitor and improve the quality of your health, and help you live each day to the fullest. If you chose to accept the terms described to you here, then your payment shall be the nanites we have given you, and free updates on both hardware and firmware. Enclosed in the package with this letter is a bracelet that will monitor and store the information he nanites collect, as well as remotely transmit that data back to us. The selected mode of delivering the nanites payload is one (1) home-made chocolate-chip cookie, with extra chips.”

Tiemeth nearly dropped the note in his haste to tear the lid off the box.  The letter hadn’t been wrong; there was indeed a thick bracelet, with a few little lights and electrical-looking doodads attached to it, and a cookie in a hand-tied wrapper. Tiemeth picked up the later and untied the packaging, able to feel the warmth through the bag. He took a long sniff, and his mouth watered from the delicious, sweet-smelling scent that filled his nose. He was sorely tempted to chow down, but something was… Off. How could it still be warm, as if it were still fresh-baked? He was far from any kitchen, and he’d had known if someone was camped nearby. He decided it best to consult the letter again, stomach growling.

“To accept the clinical study, all you have to do is put on the bracelet, and then eat the cookie. The transmitter in the bracelet will let us know, and you’ll be well on your way to healthier living. The terms and conditions are simple; we get to monitor your internal organs, your chemical balances, heart rate, brainwaves, etc, etc.  The nanites will regulate any imbalances or oddities, and improve all your bodily systems up to 200%. Expect to be able to run faster, fly farther, and see sharper, along with innumerable other benefits that come with using our nanites. 

Best wishes,
Argus Sinclair, PHD, owner and proprietor of Argus Labs.”

Tiemeth looked down at the cookie again, still warm, chips still gooey. This had to be some sort of sick joke… Eat a cookie, improve his health? He’d believe that the day the random kidnappings stopped. But… That cookie smelled heavenly. Well, what was there to lose? He always managed to get out of any trouble he was in, and if this went south, he was confident he could do it again. Tiemeth took the cookie from the bag and snapped it up with one quick chomp, letting out a pleased rumble. He looked at the letter again, just to make sure he didn’t miss anything… There was lots of fine print at the bottom and on the back, but that was probably just legal mumbo-jumbo to cover their rears if he tried to steal the nanites. With the cookie devoured, Tiemeth reached in to the box and produced the bracelet; it was thick, but surprisingly not too long, and looked rather fragile. There were a few dimmed lights on the front, and a small, closed panel on the side. Interesting… Tiemeth slid it on, picked up the box, and went back in to his cave.

The rest of Tiemeth’s day after that was… Well, rather nice. He simply got to lounge around his cave, catch up on some much-needed sleep, and wonder when the nanites were going to kick in. The note hadn’t given a time, so he decided to just wait it out. He tried looking out in to the distance a few times, just to check if his vision really had gotten any better, but he couldn’t tell much of a difference. 

It wasn’t until about two hours after he’d eaten the cookie that he started to notice something; His head was starting to feel a little fuzzy. It wasn’t like alcohol or medicine fuzzy, but… Literally fuzzy, as if there was a fine fuzz around his brain. Maybe it was the nanites starting to get to work? A small pang of worry ran through him at the thought of the tiny machines turning him in to a brain-dead zombie… But surely there couldn’t be any profit in harming people with something as complex as microscopic machines…  Right? Well, nothing to do but wait and see.

The fuzziness persisted, and was starting to get on Tiemeth’s nerves when he noticed his arms and legs were starting to feel tired, as if he’d been running all day. A quick flapped of his wings revealed the same, and he stretched out in an attempt to wake his suddenly tired joints up. This wasn’t looking good. Tiemeth’s worries grew when his movements started to become sluggish and tiring, as if he was walking through thick sludge.

And then his body just stopped all together. Tiemeth was on his way out to find a friend that might be able to watch over him when his body suddenly locked up completely, one paw still raised in the air. Not even his eyes would move! Thank goodness he’d been paralyzed mid-blink… It seemed the only thing his body could do now is breathe. His heart hammered in his chest, and the fuzziness in his head grew stronger. All sorts of thoughts ran through his mind, most of them concerned about whether he was about to die.

And suddenly, everything vanished.

Tiemeth set his paw down and took a deep breath. Phew! That was scary! The fuzziness was gone, and… He actually felt like he was full of energy! It was the exact opposite of what had been happening only a few moments ago! Tiemeth took a step forward towards the exit of his cave, wanting to go for a quick test flight to see if the nanites really did as the letter claimed… Well, he tried to.

Tiemeth kept trying to raise his paw, but his body wasn’t responding to his commands. All that panic came rushing back, growing stronger when his body straightened up and turned away from the mouth of his cave. His body was moving on its own! Tiemeth tried to fight it as hard as he could, willing himself to move towards the exit, but nothing he tried had any effect. His body just kept walking deeper, heading towards his sleeping area. Tiemeth needed to figure out a way to escape! He needed t-

“Mister Tiemeth the Dragon.”

Tiemeth would have jumped in surprise, where he able. His body was speaking to him! The feeling was surreal, but he focused, not wanting to miss anything.

“Argus Labs thanks you for accepting our offer to beta test the public release of our nanites. We hope they provide you with a sound, long, healthy life! Since you accepted the clinical trial, you’ve also accepted to be randomly selected for other, smaller clinical trials, as detailed in the fine print.”

… Damn it. Who reads the fine print!? 

“These trials can vary in nature, though rest assured that we won’t do anything to put your life, social or mortal, in any danger. The tests can happen at random and without warning, so we thank you for understanding and taking this risk in stride. Our nanites have done a scan of your brain and selected a large number of tests for you to perform for us, all specialized just for you! We here at Argus Labs pride ourselves in making sure each of our test subjects fills fulfilled and happy with their contributions to science!”

Tiemeth was starting to hate how happy his body seemed to sound about being a puppet for these people… Not that he could do much about it. His body sat him down on his bed, staring blankly ahead while it continued to speak.

“The first item on the list is to test our nanite’s ability to prevent muscular atrophy during extended periods of inactivity. This will ensure that those who cannot use certain limbs won’t suffer from not being able to regularly exercise, as well as ensure that our nanites can keep their host alive for an extended amount of time with minimal resources.”

Wait, what?

“Our brain-scans indicate you already have a collection of bondage gear at your disposal. To ensure your comfort, our nanites will bind you up, once piece at a time, until you’re replicating the most extreme circumstances you can manage, to make absolutely sure that our nanites can manage your muscular systems in any situation. An associate will put on the pieces you cannot manage yourself, and will also come to unbind you when the test is over.”

Wait, [I]what!?[/I]

“Along with this, you’ll also get to experience the second test at the same time; we need to examine a male dragon under constant, intense orgasm denial, to test whether our nanites can make sure he doesn’t suffer from cardiac arrest or dehydration. Our brain-scans have indicated that these are both activities you thoroughly enjoy on a regular basis. If this information is wrong, please contact the number enclosed with your letter. Once again, Argus Labs thanks you for your time, and we look forward to working with you in the near future!”

Tiemeth’s panic (And something between his legs) was on the rise again, and he was distracted from them for a moment as his body read off the ‘fine print’ in classic, incredibly fast infomercial style.

“Argus Labs and its associates are not responsible for any damages caused by tests. Argus Labs and its associates are not responsible for charges of sexual assault as a result of any tests. If your test should interfere with any life-threatening procedure or should you need to end a test early for any reason, please attempt to say the emergency shut-off number listed in the fine print of your letter. Argus Labs and its associates claims no responsibility for unwanted tests conducted on those who did not wish them and did not use their emergency code.”

Oh… Oh no… Tiemeth didn’t have any time to try and think of a way out of this mess before his body was on the move again, a grin plastered on its face. His head swept the area, and his eyes locked on to the array of bondage equipment. No no no… His body started to move towards it and, after looking over each piece, began to take pieces off the wall. [I] No no no no no![/I]

First came the ball gag, which was quickly slid in place as far back as was comfortable, pinning his tongue to the bottom of his mouth, filling his muzzle with the taste of rubber. His body didn’t even try to stop him from drooling while his hind legs were slipped in to a spreader bar, with thick rubber mittens sliding over his paws to keep them from causing any damage, assuming he’d have been able to move.

Of course, being forced to put on lots of bondage by your own body, against your will was incredibly surreal. It was also pretty arousing, too. So, much to Tiemeth’s chagrin, the green dragon found himself starting to get hard. The nanites sensed his naturally building arousal and gave it a nice, intense bump, causing his cock to practically explode to full mast! Nnng! Tiemeth was already starting to feel the need to stroke himself, but his body just picked up the next piece of bondage, ignoring his plight.

Now that he was hard, his body took the bracelet off his wrist and placed it just atop his cock while it reached for a harness. Tiemeth was shocked to find the ring tighten on its own, and then start to slide down his cock unassisted! It settled in right above his slit, and squeezed a bit tighter to hold itself in place, providing a constant tease. The harness came on with a little work, clicking in to place nice and snug. His body laid the next few pieces out in front of him, giving Tiemeth a good idea of what was to come… Meep.

A latex hood slid on to his head over the straps of the ball gag, blinding him and muting out the sounds of the world, adding the smell of latex along with the taste in his mouth. His fingers hooked two loops around his horns to hold it in place before grabbing the two rubber mitts that had been laid out. The gloves were slipped on with ease, claws forced to curl up against his palms, and finally the cuffs were put on his front paws barely two inches of metal between them to bind his wrists together with an audible ‘click’.

Something flashed in front of his blinded eyes, and he tried to wince from the intensity, but whatever this was seemed to be imposed directly on to his eyes. It was a message, one he had trouble reading due to the odd nature of its composition.

“You will now be given control of your body to gauge how thoroughly bound you are. If you do not meet minimum requirements, an associate will be here soon to add more bondage. The nanites will give you further messages by projecting them inside your eyes. Thank you again for your commendable efforts to the advancement of SCIENCE! We hope you enjoy your tests!”

Tiemeth nearly slumped forward as soon as he was done reading, having not expected to suddenly have control back. He screamed in to the hood, tugged on the shackles and spreader bar… Fought hard not to stroke himself! Try as he might, nothing worked; The cuffs and spreader bar needed keys, which he couldn’t operate himself with the mitts on. He was well and truly trapped until this ‘associate’ came along and freed him. The thought sent a shudder running up his spine, and Tiemeth’s paws finally found their way between his legs. Just one squeeze had the dragon squirming in delight. The nanites had more than tripled his sensitivity, and Tiemeth was bucking and thrusting in no time. It was awkward and more than a little uncomfortable with his legs forced apart and his paws unable to help guide his slick length, but Tiemeth had no trouble starting to build towards a potent release.

And then he stopped. Against his will, of course. He let out a long, low whine, pre leaking over his mitted paws. Just a few more strokes… Minutes passed, and Tiemeth was worried that this was all he was going to be allowed to do, but an almost inaudible ‘woosh’ greeted his ears, and footsteps soon followed. Fighting back his shame, Tiemeth tried to whine and shout past his gag and the hood, only to find that he completely paralyzed once again. Damn it!

“Don’t worry, big guy…” Came an unfamiliar voice, followed by a chuckle that made Tiemeth’s face burn. “I’ll be as fast as possible so you can go back to… Enjoying.”

Tiemeth’s body lowered him on to his belly for a moment, and drew his wings up and back so the Associate could get easier access to them. Two thick, leather sheaths were slid over each one, and then they were loosely tied together to make sure he wasn’t flying anywhere any time soon. He was forced to stand after that, and spread his front and hind legs from each other so two more spreader bars could be locked in to place. His already limited movement was shrinking by the second. The final touch was his tail curling up along his back after a cuff was tightened around it, and the Associate snapped it in place with the same straps holding his wings together.

There was another quiet ‘woosh’ and more footsteps, and then Tiemeth’s cave was quiet again. He wondered if the Associate was really gone when he suddenly lurched to his side. Another sudden pang of arousal had been forced through him, and just a few quick thrusts in to the air had been enough to knock him off balance. He hit the ground hard, grunting from the slight pain, but couldn’t stop humping and squirming in an attempt to get himself off. He’d been so close before the nanites made him stop… He’d only need a few good strokes to finally get his release!

As if sensing Tiemeth’s desperation, the ring around his cock suddenly sprang to life and started to vibrate hard, causing him to squeal and thrust in to the air faster. It was definitely nice, but the ring wasn’t very large, and so his build towards orgasm was slow and excruciating. He bucked and tried to stroke himself, or to rub his cock against something, but he’d been bound up too well for any of his attempts to even come close to fruition. He could only sit there and take it, vibrations never changing, edging him closer and closer towards orgasm while he slung thin lines of pre over his belly…

And then it stopped.

Tiemeth screamed in to his hood and writhed. He was so close! Just another half second of vibrations! He received none of it though, not until a few seconds had passed and the edge had faded. The ring suddenly started up again just as suddenly as it had stopped, and Tiemeth squealed again. The vibrations were stronger, and little firecrackers shot up the dragon’s spine. Oooh yessss… He bucked hard, rocketing towards his orgas-

Noooo! It stopped again! Tiemeth’s attempted roar was equal parts rage and need, coming out only as a long, hard moan. His cock throbbed and leaked, just one good touch from an incredible orgasm… But Tiemeth was forced to wait, and forced to endure this cycle again and again. The ring would vibrate until he was at the edge, stop, and then vibrate until he was on the edge, over and over and over for what felt like hours. Thankfully, only one had passed when something finally changed, but Tiemeth honestly wished it hadn’t.

The ring started to slow down as he approached his peak for the hundredth time, mind clouded with hormones. He hadn’t noticed at first, but the vibrations were getting slower, and his build to release was as well. The ring put out less and less power… Until it was barely vibrating at all, barely perceivable, and keeping him riiiight at the edge! Tiemeth whined, desperately trying to touch himself, to get that one last piece of stimulation he needed to cum… But, struggle as he might, his bondage proved too strong. His mitted paws could only come within a few inches of his leaking erection, and with his tail bound up and away and his tied up wings and legs keeping him from rolling over, he couldn’t grind himself against the ground.

This went on for nearly ten minutes, with Tiemeth making a wide array of frustrated and needy noises, desperately trying to get himself off, before his body suddenly went limp. The ring just kept on buzzing, driving Tiemeth insane while a second message was constructed inside his eye.

“Phases one and two complete. Initiating long-term testing protocol. Time until release; 30 Days, 22 Hours, 37 Minutes.”

Tiemeth read the message and then read it again. He tried to call for help, or to speak a number code in the hopes he might guess the emergency release code right… But when he didn’t even know how long the code was, chances of him ever guessing it within the month were nill. His mind struggled and fought for control, putting every ounce of willpower he had in to attempting to touch himself, but he couldn’t even get so much as a twitch from his tail tip.

Thirty more days of nothing but this… He hoped some one didn’t come and try to ‘help’.