The Test- pt.2/3
Premise: Man locked in room, experiment to see how quickly/severely he's infected with a cold. He also has the kink teehee. (continuation of pt.1 on my profile)
2.6k words of this man having absolutely no control over his nose and wondering what the hell they infected him with.
CW: Descriptions of mess. A fair amount. I've been really into it lately.
Rest of fic under the cut!
Nathan blew his nose for what felt like the hundredth time that day. It was ridiculous. It was only 4pm on his first day with this godforsaken cold and his face felt utterly clogged.
He could feel the pressure across the tops of his cheeks, spreading to his ears from the mess filling his sinuses. It clung to the back of his throat too, gurgling upwards every time he’d raised a fisted hand to hack into.Â
And yet, despite its seemingly clagging up his face like cement, it found a way to trickle out, dripping onto his lip before he even realised what was happening.
He’d never felt so disgusting in all his life. And the thought that there was someone constantly watching and monitoring his misery sent a thrill of embarrassment rippling through him every time he caught a glimpse of the camera’s red flickering light in the corner.
He was sat up in bed, stubbornly refusing to lay down before he’d even had his tea. It was only day one for Christ’s sake. He refused to be bed-ridden already. But god he was tired. A weariness that rattled through his bones and hung around his brow bone.Â
His nose twitched, up and up, then sank down slowly. It hitched again, squelching. Nathan’s vision went hazy as the urge to sneeze once again took his senses hostage. His breath scissored laboriously. Such a production. Not only were his sneezes wetter and more all-consuming than his usual sneezes but they had a ridiculously long build-up.
Usually he was a one-and-done man. But this cold had other ideas.
He’d sit there in agonising limbo, chest rising up and up as he lost focus of anything else he might be trying to do. Utterly focused on the itch that laced its way up and down his nostrils, catching on the hairs, rising upwards with every inhale.
“H–UHHH….ehhhh” He gasped, letting his mouth slip open.
The book he had been attempting to read slipped from his fingers, dropping to the mattress below.
Still his breath snagged and hitched, the sound growing louder and louder.Â
“H–Aaaahh…HUH-UHH—”
Now that he wasn’t inhaling strategically too, his nose was running badly- a slow ooze determined to make it to his lips. A tear sprouted at the corner of his eye, irritated from the pressure building in his inflamed sinuses.
“H-UHH-uhh…H’EH!”
Fucks sake. He just needed to sneeze. The need for relief swelled through him. He’d do almost anything to be rid of the sensation coursing through him.Â
He could try a twisted up tissue. That sometimes worked for him at home when he wanted to make himself sneeze for…other reasons. But what about the people watching him? Would they think he was some freak for doing that?
That’s why he hadn’t wanked off before, though he’d desperately wanted to. The idea of the speakers picking up his stifled moans timed right after a particularly drenching sneeze had been too mortifying.Â
“HUU–uhh-Huh–Ehh…..Fu-Uhhhck– P-please.” he whispered to himself, still stuck in an overwhelming call for release. His chest was shivering, nose heaving with the mess filling it.
Fuck it. He had no other choice.
Through the bleary gaze of a cracked open eye, Nathan fumbled for the tissue box. He was almost through his first one of two. Not great as he wasn’t sure if passing him another one would jeopardise the experiment.Â
He snagged a tissue and began rolling it in his fingers, shaky and messy as the need to sneeze kept making him tip his head back and squeeze his eyes shut involuntarily.
Finally, the tip of the tissue sufficiently chiseled, he inserted it into his left nostril.
One, two turns. The effect was almost instant.
“H-uhhh’’AESHEIW…HUH-huhH- ET’SCHIEWW…HAH’HEHDTS’shuh….H’ETCH-uhhh!”
They blasted out of him without restraint, tipping him forward into his lap. The mess shot of him- splattering his book, his covers, his t-shirt. God there was so much. But fuck that had felt so good.
He sat there panting for a moment, head swimming from the force of them. Before he slowly sat up. The mess that had been hanging forward snapped onto his face, trailing well below his chin. Ughh.
Exhaustedly, he snatched the remaining tissues from his box and scooped up the moisture spread across his face. He blew thickly, grimacing as it filled the tissue beyond any use. Shit, he was gonna have to open up that second box.
One hand clutching the well-soiled, soggy mess still clutched to his face, he reached for the next box. Fresh tissues retrieved, he stuffed the ruined ones inside and got to work cleaning the rest of himself up.
Blinking slowly, he shifted back in the bed, exhaling through his mouth. Already his nostrils were full again. This cold really was no joke.
“Bless you, Nathan.”
The voice of the doctor from earlier came crackling through the speaker.
Embarrassment instantly flooded through him. They’d probably never seen someone make such a mess of themselves. Was it supposed to be like this? Had they infected him with some sort of super-soaker cold?
“Err, thadkgs.” He croaked back, voice utterly shot.
To make matters worse, the combination of the sneeziest, messiest bug he’d ever had plus the humiliation of being watched as it took merciless liberties on him, had him steadily growing hard again beneath the covers. His balls were beginning to ache. It was getting to the point he was gonna have to throw his hands to the wind and take care of things, no matter who was listening.
“I’m going to conduct the evening examination now, Nathan.”
Shit. What time was it? Had it reached five already?
Sure enough, the clock on his bedside table read 5pm. Great. Even worse, the need to sneeze was once again building its way through him. It was like the tide, sweeping in and out, tickling against the sand. Slow at first and then suddenly you realised it was High Tide and you had no way of getting back to shore.
The door creaked open. In walked the scientist, freshly cleaned Hazmat suit covering her every inch.
“How are you feeling, Nathan?” she said brightly, taking a seat on his bed.
He cleared throat, pushing his glasses up, “Dnot great, I’ll be honest.”
“Could you describe your symptoms for me?”
“Yeh, I uhh–HUHH, h-hold on.”
“Go ahead,” she said gently.
“AHH’HUUH-tschuhh!” He sneezed into his bare, cupped hands. Realising after the warm mess blasted into them that this was probably a poor choice.
“Umbb, sorry,” he stammered, trying to be as subtle as he could as he wiped his hands on the bundle of used tissues beside him.
“No need to apologise. You were saying?” she prompted.
“Right. I guess umm, I’m completely stuffed up, tired, achy, headachey a-aH….and I’m c-constantly nee-HHUHH…. Needing to—EHHHH—-hh’EHHH-HDSSGT’chuh!”
This time he hadn’t been so quick with his hands and he raised a wrist haphazardly as the sneeze was already halfway out of him. The glow of the evening sun caught on the heavy droplets as they misted the air.Â
He snorted thickly, face flushing with embarrassment, “Is this…normal… for this cold? I feel like it’s come on fast.”
The scientist hesitated, pen pausing in her notetaking.
“To be honest with you Nathan, we wouldn’t expect this frequency of symptoms until at least day two. We’re currently working to understand why in your case it seems to have hit you especially hard. Oh, bless you.”
Nathan broke off to sneeze again. This time into a tissue cupped across his face. This cold truly seemed insatiable.
The scientist continued, “It could be that your immune system is functioning less effectively, but we did conduct significant research into your immuno-history before this experiment….We may also have exposed you to a greater quantity of viral particles.”
“Oh, okay.”
She smiled at him, “Rest assured, we will keep you updated. Now, today’s examination is going to be a little different, an experiment around your sneezing.”
Brilliant.
“Umm okay, what do you need me to do?” Nathan said, sniffling against a knuckled finger. His nose was starting to get raw from him constantly needing to fuss at it.
“We’re going to test your ability to stifle a sneeze. Previous participants have found that the particular strain we have infected you with makes this especially challenging to do so.”
Nathan thought about the drenching, overwhelming nature of his current sneezes, so uncharacteristic from his usual, unnoteworthy things.
“Right.”
The scientist reached into her pocket, a long, thin utensil was drawn out
“I’m going to insert this implement into your nostril to simulate a response. Then I would like you to do your best to stifle the resulting sneeze for me, okay? We will do 2 rounds of this on both nostrils. Any questions?”
Seemed straightforward enough. In principle. In reality though, Nathan’s nose was already buzzing with a heady desire for release. Trapping all that congestion and need inside?...Could he do it?
But no, he wanted to prove to her that he wasn’t some fucking mess. She’d seen all of his disgusting displays throughout the day. He was gonna show her that he was better at this bit than anyone else.
“I understand,” he said.
“Excellent, let’s begin.”
The scientist shifted closer, the fine implement grasped between her thickly gloved fingers. Nathan’s nose was running, he needed to blow it, but her hand was already raising to his face and it didn’t feel like the right time.
There was a distant warning buzzing at the back of his sinuses- taunting, daring.Â
“I’m going to insert it into your left nostril now.” she said, reaching upwards.
As soon as the feathery, cool material hit the inside of his inflamed nasal passageway, Nathan knew he was done for. The tickle was unbearable. His nose twitched upwards aggressively, as if trying to escape the thing twirling in small motions inside of him.
His chest hitched violently, the scientist's hazmat suit fading into a swirl of yellow as his vision blurred.Â
Fuck he needed to….he was gonna—
“HU—EHHH–hhh… HAAHH!!”
Stifle. He needed to stifle. But the urge to sneeze swelled inside him like a tidal wave. It smashed against the barriers, begging to push through.
Then with a tantalising swivel, the implement was drawn out of his nose, scraping against the hairs as it went.
“HHUU–uhh’ETTTGNNxx–uhh!” Nathan managed to stifle, but just barely, gritting his teeth together with the effort. His cold was not happy, the congestion flooded his nostrils like tar, there was nothing he could do to keep it inside.Â
“H-hold on.” he gasped, shielding his wrecked face as he fumbled for a tissue.
He blew his nose, a miserable, gushing sound, followed by a loud snort as he turned to face her again.
She was scribbling something onto the clipboard.
“Okay, on to the next one.” she said, reaching back out again.Â
In it went, almost illegally teasing against the sensitive skin of his nostrils. His nose was unhappy, it buzzed and quivered with a need to release its contents. And he wanted to, God, he wanted to.Â
The sensation built and built, climbing towards its peak. Before suddenly, as the implement was removed once more, rushing over the edge.
“HUUH-HA’’’AETGNXX!” Again, against the odds, he forced the powerful sensation into a stifle, the force of it shaking his body. His nose ached, his head pounding from the pressure. Wet congestion was seeping against the hands pressed to his face.
He’d managed two stifles. Nathan sincerely doubted he had another one in him.
The scientist was so completely clinical about a procedure which, for Nathan, was something out of a wet dream fantasy. Somehow her strict professionalism made the experience even more arousing.Â
2 more to go. He wasn’t sure if he’d make it.
“Are you ready for the other nostril?” she asked politely.
“Y-yes.”
Again it slipped inside, pushing through the snot filling his nose to tickle against the sensitive skin. The need to sneeze was loud and angry now, pulsing across his sinuses, making his eyes roll back in his head.
HE–HHU-uhEEhh….”
His breath shivered, desperate, hitching moans slipping between his parted lips.
He needed to stifle but he couldn’t. He….He……
“I’m…gonn-AHH’ HUH’uhEEIISSSCHOO!!” The sneeze came hurtling out of him before she’d even had time to remove her hand. The contents of his nose were blasted on to her gloved hand, no doubt warm even through the plastic.
He panted from the aftermath, eyes flicking up to hers slowly, grimacing when he saw what he’d done.
“Ughh… sorry, I tried…”
“That’s quite alright, Nathan. I’m intentionally making you sneeze, it’s perfectly normal to do so.”
He swallowed thickly, rubbing his nose into the shoulder of his shirt to wipe away the excess moisture.
“Yeh, okay.”
“One last time.” she said cheerily, reaching forwards again.
His nose was angry from all the irritation, from the itchy, terrible cold flooding through him and now this external simulation. Nathan had a terrible sinking feeling that it wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. The dam was going to break.
“H—IIHH–HUHHH…” he gasped once more, loud and needy, as the tool once again wiggled inside him. He’d completely given up on stifling, it was impossible. All he needed, all he could think about was the desire to get every last droplet of this cold out of his system.
His nose was more than happy to oblige.
With one final twizzle of the feather-light tool, the need surged up through him and plunged over the dam.
“H’’’AHTIISSHH’’CHUH….H–EHH…EH’TTIISHIEWWW…H’HAPTTtISS’’’SHOO!!” The sneezes flew out of him, powerful and merciless. Drenching the fabric of his t-shirt, shooting up beyond the gloves of the scientist to her yellow sleeves. What the hell was this cold? He’d never had something take over him so completely.
Nathan shook his head to try and clear the lingering, itchy sensation. His cheeks flamed from his miserable display. So much for showing he was better- his germ-infested mess was fucking everywhere.
“Jesus…snddff… I’m sorry.” He choked out, reaching for a tissue to hide his face behind. He blew deeply, the sound ringing out in the silent room for a good few seconds.Â
The scientist’s hand was on his knee. Fuck, she probably thought he was such a loser. I mean, who loses control of themselves like that?
“Nathan,” she said gently, “I understand this is certainly an uncomfortable situation for you, but there’s absolutely nothing to be sorry for. You’re doing great.”
Shit. Well that went directly to his dick.
“Uhh, okay, thanks. I guess I’ve never been sick like this before.”
She frowned, “We’ll keep looking into that, some strands are just more potent for some people but this does some rather pronounced.”
“Ssnndgggff…guhh… yeh.”
She rose from the bed slowly, “Alright then, thank you for your help today. It’s been very insightful. Get some rest.”
“Okay.”
He watched as she slipped from the room, cursing himself as he realised he forgot to ask for another box of tissues. After that little performance he’d already made a significant dent into the second box.
And it was only day 1, he kept reminding himself. Did that mean this thing was going to get worse?
As he lay there, thinking about the germs working through his system, the urge for release that hung around his nose no matter what he did, the soft, praising way the scientist spoke to him…Fuck it.
He was gonna have a wank in that bathroom if it was the last thing he did.
