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The sound of the students faded away into silence while Lyon kept his back firmly pressed against the back of the wall and watched as several of their teachers walked into the room. He'd picked out the chair to the back of the wall specifically because he didn't want to draw attention to himself. It wasn't that he disliked the teachers, but he doubted his own ability to pass the assessment they had come to give. It made his stomach turn slightly unhappily as he looked down at his paws grasped in his lap and he forced himself to breathe slowly. If he didn't pass, he wouldn't be a student here any longer. The ones that failed the assessment would be sent on as minor journeymen around the country if they were lucky, if not they'd be dismissed from magic entirely.

The white wolf had never been as good as the rest of his classmates. He glanced and spied several others that he recognized as apprentices and sighed. They looked sharp and confident. It was the way an apprentice was supposed to look at one of the Trials. Everyone knew that an apprentice was nearly promised to pass with flying colors. So why wasn't he so confident? He glanced towards the teachers as they gathered in front of the ivy covered wall and murmured amidst themselves. Their voices were modulated low enough that the students wouldn't overhear, but it was obvious they were in high spirits for what was to come. He didn't care about the rest of them. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the golden scaled form of his Master. That was why he wasn't confident. His Master.

Allyan had spent days drilling him in a rigorous study regime that had forced him to memorize spells and humiliate him. He'd thought he knew and understood magic, but the dragon had forced him to confront his lack of a basic knowledge of how things worked. The sharp words when he failed had always been accompanied with something else. Some little torment that made him struggle to grasp what was being taught. It had ranged from a cane strike along his inner thigh until he thought the Master would strike his balls to being forced to present himself to the dragon like a toy. Everything had made him not only feel uncomfortably lost in his own emotions, but also scramble to remember the smallest scrap of information.

At first he had assumed it was just the dragon tormenting him, but with time he found the answers readily came to his lips. Not only that, but he snatched up the smallest bit of reading and memorized it to be sure he wouldn't be punished. It wasn't comforting to find that he was being trained this way. It also made him nervous about being tested. He knew the information, he knew he could perform what was required of him, but he'd also grown to expect certain things. The wolf kept his muzzle down slightly as he watched the teacher's break up. The last thing he wanted was for them to become aware of how he was reacting to their words and commands. What would he do if they noticed his body eager for what it had been prepped to do?

That's what the dragon had done. Lyon knew when he faltered in an answer what was happening and the last few times he hadn't even thought before he'd moved to take his punishment. Sometimes it was with his muzzle, or under his tail, other times forced to touch himself while the Master crooned commands that forced him almost to the edge before making him stop. It felt as if he were caught in those clutches and couldn't possibly break free. Though he badly wanted to be able to think he'd pass this test without embarrassing himself, he feared what they would do if he answered wrong. It wouldn't be his Master who tested him, but one of the other teachers who had spread out over the front of the class. Allyan had been firm in telling him that if he didn't behave properly the other Master's didn't use pleasure to teach, but pain. What sort of punishment would he get?

He recalled the gold dragon's words all too clearly, "They will test you and try you. Not just your magic, but your body. If you break and show that you are untrained and unable to control your lusts you will fail."

Control his lusts. Lyon shifted and stared down at his leather pants and felt the uncomfortable presence of his balls pressed against the material. They had grown so much more sensitive in the past few days. He'd been denied any release or touch to himself save for his Master's. It made him feel half mad and it did nothing to help with his concentration. But that was the point. A wizard had to keep his head about him and work past all distractions if he wanted to be successful. That's what Allyan had told him a hundred times. He would be successful! He lifted his head slightly as the sonorous voice of an elderly Master rang out calling them to attention. He would not fail!

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Marcus tilted his head slightly as he looked over the crowd of students and for the first time and years felt eager for the Trial to begin. The past years had proven to be a march of tried and true methods that had bored him at the best of times. The uppity apprentices annoyed him and the school catered far too much to the nobles. His own apprentice sat at the front with a smug look on his muzzle of self assured success. He wouldn't fail, even if he didn't answer or do his magic properly. His father gave too much money to the school to risk enraging him by failing his child. The silver wolf grimaced in annoyance and let his eyes flick away from the embarrassment of an apprentice. He wasn't looking for his own apprentice, but the one he'd been given to test.

Old Allyan had been unbearably smug lately, but a quiet word had led him to find out why. How the lizard had managed to snag a peasant born apprentice and train him to a pet was amusing and envy inducing! The dragon had gotten a bit far into his drink and drawled out how he'd been training his pet up as not only a fine wizard, but one exquisitely trained in the art of pleasure. Marcus had dismissed the bragging at first, but it hadn't taken long for him to mark the youngster. The wolf was pure snowy white, tall and somewhat muscular, but he didn't have a dominant bone in his body. He could see in the way the boy tried to sink back against the wall and kept his eyes carefully down. It was worth the purse of money to ensure he had a chance to see if what the old dragon had said was true. How long had it been since he'd found an apprentice do anything more then smirk and skirt their duties? He'd reward the lad, of course, he wouldn't dream of just using the boy. But the apprentice would earn his reward.

"Lyon D'Artens." Marcus rumbled the name out and rolled it on his tongue as his turn came to call up the student.

The wolf jerked up and his eyes snapped open wide as if he were drawn on a string. He didn't hesitate as he stumbled to his paws and moved forward. It let Marcus allow his eyes slide over the youthful form and the submissive curl of the tail. Allyan had lucked out with this one. Most lupines were still hard wired for certain behaviors that their wild ancestors had developed. He, himself, was considered a dominant and if they had still been running around on all fours he would have likely had his own pack. Other wolves showed submissive tendencies and Lyon showed every evidence of being willing to follow a more powerful and charismatic leader. The reason that the apprentice had been so easily entrapped made entirely too much sense.

"Allyan's Apprentice, hmm?" The pale wolf flicked his ears back nervously and swallowed. Marcus' grin just grew a bit more. "Into the hall, lad. We'll get your trial up and running before you know it."

He watched the lad walk in front of him with a nervous glance back and swallowed the urge to rumble a deep purr. When he looked back he caught the gold dragon's eye and saw the slight twinkle in his fellow teacher's gaze before he winked and followed behind.

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Lyon recognized Master Marcus from several of his classes on the natural magics that used Elementals instead of pulling on ley lines. The wolf had a grand sort of appearance with a startling pale silver coat that darkened towards black along his muzzle and face. His features were mostly noble and well formed with a pair of yellow-green eyes that were hard to meet. He'd heard most of the females talk about him with a few longing sighs. It wasn't the physical appearance that distracted him though, it was the way the eyes kept him pinned in place as he leaned back against the door. His breath caught in his throat and he tried to stay very still as the door closed behind the other wolf firmly.

The room was small, but they didn't need a lot of space. What shocked him though was the complete and utter lack of sound. He couldn't hear the voices of teachers or students from the hall. It was as if he were sealed away from the rest of the world. Could they hear him? He tried to keep his face blank as the other wolf made a motion with one paw to seal the door with a magical lock and padded towards the only chair in the room. Lyon didn't know what to do. He knew that he'd be given a Trial that would test his mastery of magic. It would be something more challenging than regular students were given, but something that he would be expected to know. That didn't stop his tongue from feeling dry as he forced his paws down to rest against his sides rather then used them to fidget.

"Don't look so nervous, lad, I'm not going to eat you." Marcus' teeth flashed in a swift grin that didn't comfort Lyon at all. "Has your Master taught you nothing? I would think that any apprentice of Allyan's would know the proper rituals for entering a magic work area."

The dark features furrowed in a disapproving frown that made Lyon jerk and swallow. It didn't take a genius to know what was being asked of him. "I'm sorry, Master Marcus."

The wolf moved down and slipped his hands under his shirt. Oh it was embarrassing. He'd grown used to it with his master, but now he was standing in front of a teacher he had little experience with. He wriggled his shirt off of himself and tried not to flush. It made him strangely vulnerable as he felt the cool air ruffling against his fur and he drew in a shivering breath. He just had to make himself think of this as if he were going to learn with his master. With his eyes closed he gripped his pants and wriggled them down past his hips. The movement shivered his tail back and forth as his sheath popped free and his balls came into view. He nearly froze up when he heard a soft murring noise coming from the corner, but forced himself to push his clothing to one side.

Lyon barely had time to do more than glance up to see the gold green eyes watching him when a flash of light blinded him. He instinctively squeezed his eyes shut and dropped down onto his knees before the white flash left. It made his head hurt, but in the after effects he found himself stuck in a position with his knees down against the cold stones and one paw pressed against the floor. His back was arched in the position he had dropped down in as invisible magical bonds twisted their way over him. He could feel them snapping into place one after another even as he struggled to block them. The white wolf panicked as he tried haltingly to make them freeze, but they continued to shackle him to the floor.

"You will break these bonds and free yourself. You may not use brute force nor blast them." Marcus' voice was an almost bored drawl that didn't match the heat in his eyes. "You must use cunning and subtly to break through or you will be failed. There are two weak points built into the bonds, one is the correct one."

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Marcus ran his tongue over the curve of his muzzle in appreciation for the pale form bound to the ground. It was a standard test for Apprentices, but he'd never locked one up in the nude for it. The position that Lyon had dropped in let him look over the curve of the backside and gave him an intimate view of the sheath pushed up taut against the curve of the stomach. It was a lovely view that made his nostrils flare slightly and he lazily leaned back against the wall. It was traditional that the Apprentice would be distracted with attacks that he would need to deflect, but he had a plan in mind that had been whole heartedly endorsed by Allyan.

The silver wolf shifted his robes as he felt the first tremor of hesitant energy coming from the student. The wolf's eyes were closed as he tried to find his way along the bonds which gave him the time to slip his hand to move his robes to one side. He whispered the spell softly on the air and felt the fluttering of energy spinning between them as he let them slip over the pale form. It was a complicated bit of magery that he worked as he let the magic slid to one part of the body in particular. His fingers brushed over the soft grey fur of his sheath, but it started to rapidly become a distant sensation as he transferred the touch and nerves to be shared between them.

It was one of the spells that was often used to share pain between two people when someone was badly injured. It meant that if a wizard was trapped in the midst of the wild and hurt, he could share pain with his companion so it didn't debilitate him. It could, of course, have another use and his deft touch let him channel the sensations of his touch to the Apprentice. Lyon's pale back arched up and the eyes snapped open as the hesitant attempts to probe the bonds stopped completely. The eyes were wide and slightly panicked and a breathy whine spilled out of the boys throat. His back arched up and the unseen bonds tug in tight as he tried to get away from a touch he couldn't see. Marcus deliberately trailed his finger along the opening of his sheath.

"You are being timed." He commented lazily as he rubbed the pad of his thumb down to rub his sheath back and forth over his contained cock.

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Lyon froze from the first faint brush along his sheath. It made him look up to find the wizard watching him with unnaturally bright eyes. That wasn't what made him swallow though. It was the sight of the impressively full silver sheath that his teacher was stroking. As the finger trailed up towards the very tip he felt a similar touch against his own. It made him muffle a cry as he tried to jerk his hips backwards. When he struggled back he wasn't able to do more than tug his hips against the magical bonds that kept him in place. The reminder that he was being timed made him try to relax as the fingers trailed over the opening of his sheath and then massaged down all the way towards his swollen and sensitive orbs. He sucked in a breath and let it tremble out before closing his eyes again. He had to get through the bonds, and he had to do it before he embarrassed himself!

It was harder then he thought as he started to feel his way along the magical trap. He had to force his mind to concentrate as he traced one of the lines that wrapped over his back and tried to follow it to the start. The entire time, he could feel the fingers lazily stroking over his sheath with a gentle touch that made his breath catch in his throat. They invisible touch moved higher up and he knew with humiliated certainty that he was starting to slowly push his way out of his sheath. His dark red tip slipped along his pale stomach until he let out a groan when fingers wrapped around him and gave a sudden pull forward. His hips bucked forward instantly and tugged against the restraints as the first drop of precum splattered against his foot paw.

The white wolf forced himself to concentrate, even though his body sang with tension and he started to make his way towards the start of where all of the magical threads started. They were joined together in a manner that was vaguely familiar. It was a style that reminded him of what Allyan had been drilling him on, but it was hard to remember what exactly with the hand pumping slowly up and down his length. The touch wasn't as strong as it would have been if it had been a regular person, but it was enough for his body. He ached for release, he had been aching for release for days, and just the feather light touch was making his stomach tighten painfully. His tip rubbed against his furred belly as his hips gave an awkward roll forward.

"If you climax, you will fail." Marcus' voice was rough with desire and Lyon's ears flushed hotly as he tried to probe the joining of the restraints. He sent the spell out to see if he could find the weakness. "If you succeed you will, of course, be offered the prize."

Lyon clenched his teeth harder and blocked out the words. He couldn't' be distracted. If there was a weakness it had to be in the start or the end. And because the end was a dozen magical threads that wrapped round his body, it had to be at the start! It was so hard. He couldn't think for a moment as another touch spread down and cradled his aching orbs with a gentle squeeze. He let out a breathy whimper before trying to force his mind to the matter at hand. His body ached with desire as heat flashed through him and the fingers on his cock trailed down to massage around his base. The knot wasn't as sensitive as his glans, but it was so sensitive when it came to pressure. The fingers locked just behind it until he jerked back and lolled his tongue out. The movements made his shaft threaten to swell as he struggled to contain himself.

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Marcus gathered the watery precum up along his fingers as he trailed his touch down to his knot. He parted his legs while he kept his other sight trained on the magical fumblings of the apprentice. They had no finesse, but the boy was trying. He could feel the sparks of magic each time he started a spell and when they began to become something that might break through the bonds he deliberately would move his hands. The touch to himself wasn't as sensitive as it normally was, but it was shared with the obviously overly sensitized student. He massaged his fingers right around the tapered part of his tip and gave a squeeze only to watch Lyon jerk and cry out sharply as the spell he was trying to form broke up.

The silver wolf watched the Apprentice closely as the white from trembled and tensed with barely suppressed desire. The hardened shaft wasn't quite as large as his own, but it stood out better against the paleness of the furred belly. He could see the knot was pushed out right over the paleness of the sheath and it was already partially swollen. He deliberately dropped his fingers so that he encircled his own knot and started to knead around it. His tip spilled out a thick strand of precum that splashed against his belly in reaction, but it wasn't nearly as dramatic as the pale wolf's as he crouched down against the ground.

The apprentice jerked up and his jaws spread open so that Marcus could see the dark red tongue lolling out. His cock tip swelled outwards as it pulsed against his stomach and his tail jerked up. The way his stomach tensed wasn't hidden by the tremors that rolled through him. Marcus narrowed his eyes as the balls started to draw up and threatened to unload, but from somewhere Lyon managed to get himself under control. His tongue lolled out and the room was filled with the loud harsh pants as the pale ears fell back against his head. The magic still held him a prisoner, but the glazed look in his eyes made Marcus doubt that he'd be able to struggle past it. It seemed that the simple erotic touches had driven any thoughts of his test out of his mind.

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Lyon closed his eyes as he tried to hold himself under control. It was painful, so painful. His loins ached as he forced himself to stop just at that point of orgasm and lowered his head down until his muzzle was nearly pushed against the ground. The bonds that kept him in place strained as he leaned forward and forced the desire he felt away from himself. No matter how close he came to control, the invisible fingers that teased through him didn't stop. He could feel them massaging and giving slow pulls against his balls and the caresses made him well aware of how painful it was to stop them from reaching his climax. The magical ring that normally forced that control on him was gone, it was only himself to make himself obey the rules of the test.

He drew in a trembling breath and sighed it out again as his cock pulsed against his stomach. He could feel his heart beat with each jerk upwards and he felt the thick preseed leaking out of him and coating against his stomach. The young wolf forced his mind away from the sensations that threatened to distract him and latched onto what he was supposed to do. He could feel where the bonds started, he could recognize the twists of magic that kept them locked in place. He fumbled slightly as he tried to remember what his mind was trying to tell him. Something that would have been easier if his hips could stop struggling to thrust forward against a touch he couldn't see. His eyes locked briefly on the shape of the wizard who sat across from him as he struggled to search through his memory.

Lyon found his eyes locked on the heavy shaft gripped in his teacher's hands. The tip rested just above the belly button and he could see the curving line of it all the way towards the swell of the base. To his horror he found himself shuddering and struggling harder to thrust into the fingers as his tail jerked upwards. The instinctive reaction made him flush hotly and by the sound of muted laughter Marcus hadn't missed it either. He dropped his eyes in humiliation while he felt invisible fingers massaging around the sensitive tip of his cock. He could almost feel the slippery precum being smoothed down over his sensitive flesh. He let out a breathy whimper while his tongue lolled out and arched his stomach upwards.

In that moment his mind locked on what he had been trained. It flew through his mind as his body clenched up and his tail tried to jerk harder. He struggled past the fog of lust and need as he recklessly threw his magic at the bonds holding him. He wrapped the spell around them and narrowed one point of it to strike at the weakest part of the magic. He did it with no finesse and little attempt at accuracy, instead he used brute force. He knew he should have developed it with a clearer eye and with a show to his own knowledge, but he didn't care. He just wanted free and to try and stop himself from making a mess and embarrassing himself.

There was a moment where the tension reached a peak. His magic slipped through the bonds and for a moment all the fur on his back lifted up as he felt electricity roll through him. The invisible bonds wrapped around him snapped and he dropped forward with a rough cry. The invisible touch wrapped around his knot as he jerked his hips forward in a shallow bucking motion. He could feel his tip rubbing up against the lower part of his belly as his balls tightened up. His breathing came out in sharp hard pants as he barely recognized his feel of triumph amidst the painful need for release. Weeks of training with Allyan had forced obedience on him even if his body was screaming at him for release.

"Very very good, Apprentice Lyon." Marcus' voice was deep and purring as he struggled to get onto his hands and knees. The touch of invisible fingers faded away while he struggled to get himself under control. "You have found quite a prize, Allyan, I'm very impressed."

Lyon lifted his eyes to find the nude golden form posed at the door. The scales gleamed in the light almost as much as it caught against the dark wetness of the erect shaft. "Master." He panted out softly.

Allyan licked his muzzle with a slow drag of his lips. "Very good, my fine apprentice, you have passed your trial. Now, it's traditional that you be rewarded for such.. hard work."

"Oh yes, I'm not going to let him go unrewarded." A touch rubbed along his rump and the claws scraped against his soft fur. He let out a muted noise as the thumb slipped down and pulled right against his sensitive pucker.

"Tell us what you want for your reward, Lyon." Allyan's voice was thick with desire as he padded further into the room. The wolf crouched slightly and looked up at his Master. He knew what the dragon wanted him to say and he had to force himself to swallow past his need.

"Please, give me release." His voice sounded harsh in his own ears as his ears pounded in time with his heart beat.

"Of course, Apprentice." Marcus purred and he felt the claw against his soft anal ring sink forward as it started to part the walls. The pale wolf didn't even try to stifle himself as he moaned out and pushed his hips up.

NOTE: This story series is about master/pet relationships and orgasm denial. There are several other series' with fulfillment in them that you can enjoy. Also note that this is a work of fiction, the characters are not real and the situation is not applicable to real life.