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Clink. Clink. Clink.
"Hnnh! Hnngh! Hnnaah!"
The sling rattled and the leather straps creaked as Zooks bounced in it, the force of the man fucking him rocking him back and forth, slamming down to the hilt with each thrust. He tried to say something - anything, but all his vocalizations came out as nothing further than a series of moans and incomprehensible gasps.
The bound dragon struggled and squirmed against his restraints, only encouraging the throbbing cock in his rear to orgasm, pumping yet another load into him. The room was heavy with the scent of musk - a mixture of his sweat, arousal and the cum of all the others who had come and gone before, assailing the dragon's sensitive sense of smell with nothing but pure arousal.
With a lewd 'shrrlp', the patron withdrew his cock from the bound dragon, before adding another notch to the count drawn on his inner thigh with a white marker. Warm cum dribbled out of Zooks' well-used ass - at this point far too sore to hold anything in after hours of being railed in this position. As the room emptied out, Zooks let out a sigh of exhaustion. He had been in this position for so long that his arms were going numb, and with his legs and tail secured in place, there was nothing more than he could do but squirm in place in wait for the next person to take an interest in the dragon's display.
His cock ached, throbbing within the small resin cage that it was trapped in, twitching against the unyielding material. The sensation of his shaft, trapped in the small chastity device and denying his cock any and all sensation when the patrons tried to grope him was, ironically, driving him wild - the feeling of his shaft straining helplessly against the cage was slowly but surely driving him closer to a prospective orgasm, indicated by the steady ooze of pre leaking out the tip of his cage.
"Having fun?"
Zooks' eyes opened, turning to the source of the voice.
"Hnnh! Hnnah! Hmmaaagh!" he cried out.
"Oh, cute. You seem to be having a good time..." the brown-furred wolf grinned, giving Zooks' caged cock a firm grope.
"You know, I was thinking," the wolf said, slowly trailing around the dragon as he inspected the bindings, "You seem to really be popular around here - what say you to a more full-time position here?"
"Hnnaagh!"
"I thought you'd say that." the wolf chuckled, turning to face the green dragon. A pair of fingers trailed the precum drooling from his caged shaft, before roughly inserting themselves into Zooks' open mouth. Zooks squirmed in return as they wiped a smear of his own, slightly salty, creamy precum on his tongue, earning a bit more clinks and groans from the bindings as he tried to struggle in his bindings.
"Consider it, perhaps. Full-time is very, very attractive here... lodging and food, employment, taken care of and conveniently on-site; you'd never have to leave!"
Zooks shook his head furiously, letting out more indignant, incomprehensible cries. "Hmmgh! Hnng!"
The brown wolf raised an eyebrow, sizing him up as his eyes trailed down to his leaking cock, "I'm not sure if that's a yes or a no, but if you mean it, just say the safeword."
"Haaah! Hnnaah!" Zooks replied, shaking in his bindings more rapidly as he shook his head.
"Oh you little tease," the wolf smirked, "Pretending to be an unwilling participant. I'll take that as a yes, until you tell me otherwise."
Zooks could feel his heartrate quicken. He struggled against his bindings even more, as much as he could with his still-numbing limbs, trying to say something - anything! In the corner of his mind he could form the words he wanted to say; the safeword especially, but the words seemed to die in his throat as he spoke.
"Actually, tell you what," the wolfs said, fishing a piece of paper out of his jacket, "This is the contract."
The wolf took one of the cleaning cloths hung near Zooks' display, wiped a bar stool and dragged it under the bound dragon, before he placed the contract neatly on top. "You cum on this contract, I'll take it as your 'yes'. If you tell me the safeword before you do so, I'll take that as a 'no'."
Zooks cried out again, trying to protest, but the wolf simply turned around to take his leave. "Remember, just tell me when you want out," he said, with a chuckle "...if you can remember how to speak."
Zooks' eyes widened as memories came spilling forth, like the wolf had suddenly opened a floodgate. He remembered coming here for a part-time gig as he had done many times before, but this time, the wolf had taken him aside before getting him set up. He remembered being sat down in front of a large screen - a briefing on 'updated club policy he'd been told, before his attention was entrapped by a large spiralling screen. Unable to resist the hypnotic trap, he'd had put something to his head - scrambling his mind and his thoughts, reprogrammed to become putty in the hands of the wolf who had quickly moulded it to respond, shutoff and reopen to a range of trigger words. He had spoken something that had unlocked that memory, he was fairly sure of it - though what it was eluded the dragon's fractured mindscape. He was sure that this inability to speak was one of the things the wolf had messed with before setting him here, and now he was stuck - until he could find some way speak for his own freedom, and before he orgasmed.
The end of that thought made him shudder, as his chastity cage felt all the more tighter, his cock hardening again at the thought of being trapped here forever as a mute sex slave. His trapped shaft throbbed as waves of tingly pleasure radiated from such an arousing predicament, only made worse as the next patron came into the room...
They wasted no time lubing themselves up as the bound dragon squirmed and struggled in his restraints, trying his best to say something, but all that he could manage were the same incomprehensible cries that his broken mind could produce.
There was no way to tell the man to stop as he lined his cock up with his gaping tailhole. There was no way to speak the safeword, and save himself from spending hours more in this sling, repeatedly fucked and used by other patrons of the club. There was no way to tell anyone of his predicament, and what it would mean if they brought him to orgasm - no way to tell them to stop as his straining cock was already on the very edge.
The man thrusted into Zooks, slamming into his prostate over and over again.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
Zooks could feel it coming. A rising, growing sensation - equal parts pleasure and fear as his cock ached in its cage, something welling up from deep inside him. The sensation of his cock, straining against the confines of the cage. The pleasure of the shaft slamming into his prostate. The arousal of the predicament he was in. The thrill of the danger he was in - about to sell himself into a lifetime of sexual slavery here in this bar. He couldn't stop it. It was coming, and all he could do was cry out as he sealed his own fate.
"Ha-hnnanaaagh!"
The orgasm from the small dragon was explosive - one of the most intense orgasms he'd had in his life, his caged cock spurting rope after rope of sticky, slimy seed all over the man fucking him - onto his chest and onto the floor first, and as the orgasm began to subside, the remainder of his load dribbled out the tip of his straining, caged cock, drooling right off the tip...
...and right onto the contract beneath him.
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