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And soon came the worst part...

The gray wolf sat there on a simple flat rock inside the dragon's cave. Ferien was trembling. His breathing was ragged, his heart racing and he had to keep all of his focus and willpower into keeping himself from doing the thing he wanted to do the most in the world.

Cumming. Release. Climax. The incredibly satisfying pleasure any male craved at the end of any sexual endeavor.

He wanted it. He needed it, his body craved it. Ferien, entirely naked as he had been for months now, looked down at his own cock standing there between his legs as hard as the rock formations that surrounded him. Its deep red coloring reflected the blood flowing through it, the canine knot at the base swollen, worthy of a tie. What he wouldn't give to feel something tight squeezing around the sensitive bulb at the base of his cock. For a moment, he could imagine the feeling. It made his cock throb and pre-cum spurt from his tip.

Ferien's paws were right there, placed upon his thighs, inches away from it. The wolf's claws pressed against his own fur and skin, his paws itching to move. It would be so simple to grab at his cock and it'd only take a few seconds of stroking to push himself past the thin edge of orgasm he found himself in. The thought of it felt tempting for the thousandth time, but Ferien knew that that was the dragon's game. It was why he had released his hands and ordered them to be placed upon his legs, right by his cock, but without touching it.

"Getting close?" that voice dripping with cold amusement said, driving the wolf's attention from his pulsing member to look up at the damned dragon.

Verinax, the black-scaled devil, had that obnoxious superior smirk on his face. His amusement was obvious, as it always was when Ferien found himself nearing the point of crumbling to his sadistic games. The wolf swallowed hard, then just closed his eyes for a moment.

He was a soldier. He was a wolf soldier. The dragon wanted him to forget that, but he wouldn't. He wasn't a slave, some dragon's plaything, he was a soldier.

"A determined soldier can endure anything", his old commander used to say. Ferien had been repeating those words inside his head over and over as a means to endure the dragon's torture. With his eyes closed shut, the wolf mouthed them silently.

A paw coming to grab his cock broke his concentration. The moan that escaped Ferien's throat was completely inevitable. For a quadruped, the dragon had quite a lot of dexterity in his clawed forepaws, as proven when he gripped the wolf's cock in a firm but careful way, then gave it one single generous stroke.

Ferien held his breath. It was almost, almost enough to tip him over the edge and by all means, it should be. The wolf was just so close... he had been held at the edge of orgasm for... he lost track of time. It was impossible not to under the torture he was being subject to. Not only that, but the last time Ferien had released the seed from his plump, pent-up furry balls had been...

The memory of his last orgasm haunted him. Ferien longed to feel its pleasures again, but with the dragon it was never a pleasant experience. Nevertheless, it had been almost three whole months ago...

"I asked you a question, dog," the dragon continued, sounding less patient. Ferien looked up at him panting, his face showing the effort the wolf and focus the wolf was having to come up with to avoid letting himself go over the edge. He wanted to cum more than anything, but he couldn't let it happen...!

"I- yes, master..." Ferien answered. Truth be told, he barely remembered the question anymore. It didn't really matter, but he feared what might happen if he didn't answer the dragon properly even in that particular situation.

"Then let's move on to the next step. You're getting close to the end now..."

Ferien's ears folded back. Now came the worst part.

"Lie down," the dragon ordered, flat and simple. Ferien moved to lie over the flat rock but the dragon had no patience. With a forepaw, the large black dragon reached under Ferien's leg and pushed it up, the other soon to follow. The wolf's pulsing cock rested over the fur of his stomach and the mere tickle of it against the sensitive surface of his member had Ferien moaning softly. Pre-cum came again to mat the fur of his abdomen. The fur there already looked matted from how many times he had been put in situations such as that.

The once-proud wolf soldier could only glance downward to watch as he was forced to allow the dragon to push his legs up and, as a result, expose his ass at the edge of the rock.

"Hold your legs up," the dragon ordered, and though he had done these things so many times before, Ferien's face still grew red, his ears growing hot as the wolf reluctantly reached up to hold his own legs up in the air against himself, leaving him in one of the most humiliating positions he could think of.

The dragon didn't even show gratitude or appreciation. He simply didn't reproach him. Verinax then came upon him. The black-scaled dragon's forepaws came down at each of Ferien's sides, both of them large enough to stomp him, as the larger dragon got into a mounting position over the rock. Verinax, on purpose, let his own already hard draconic member rest on top of Ferien's, pressing the wolf's smaller red shaft down against his own stomach and eliciting another involuntary moan from the wolf as the dragon compared sizes.

Able to control his own size with magic, Ferien knew it was on purpose that the dragon let his cock be so large. It was meant to intimidate him... or maybe to shame him over the fact that he had taken something that big up his ass many times before. Yet still, the dragon's member dwarfed his own in its current state. Not only that, but the dragon's cock was as black as his scales, tapered just like his own, but covered in several rows of ridges on the top. It was as if even the dragon's malehood was meant for torture.

Verinax smirked down at the wolf, then humped back and forth in a soft fashion, jutting his hips just enough to make his member frot against the wolf's pressed underneath. The fear of what was about to happen had tempered the edge of the wolf's orgasm some, but that frotting, as slow and provocative as it was, had Ferien panting again in a matter of seconds. His cock started throbbing under Verinax's and Ferien felt his ears burning hotter. For a moment he thought he would go through the humiliation of cumming over his own stomach just from having a dragon's cock rubbing against his own. The humiliation of it stung inside his chest, but his balls pulled up, his body felt bliss, his cock throbbed harder. He was going to-

Verinax then pulled away. For another painful moment, Ferien thought he was too far in. That he would start cumming even despite the dragon stopping and as a result fail again, but quickly regaining his focus, the wolf put all of his willpower into stopping himself. He closed his eyes shut, grit his teeth and managed to stop himself from climaxing. He was so close...

The dragon above him might have noticed that, or he might have not. Ferien couldn't quite tell, for he always held the same amused look of superiority plastered over his muzzle. The wolf looked up at him, but couldn't bear to keep looking at the dragon's eyes. Burning hatred for the black-scaled devil boiled within the wolf.

Yet, Ferien was forced to hold that position as the dragon shifted above him. He felt the tip of the dragon's member, far too large, pressing against his entrance with precision, but stopping there. Was he giving him time to prepare? No, of course not. He just wanted Ferien to feel the dread of what was coming. Let the anticipation and fear build on the wolf for a little while longer.

It happened without warning, as it always did. When the dragon felt like it, he simply pressed forward. Ferien grunted out loud as the tip of the dragon's cock spread him open, forcing his passage to accommodate the dragon's shaft as it grew wider and wider around the middle. Each ridge that made its way into the wolf provoked a jolt of pain and pleasure that had Ferien's toes, high up in the air, curling upon themselves.

The wolf had been fucked by Verinax many times, but he never got used to it. Before all of that he had never had anything up his ass and, if someday, by some miracle, he escaped the dragon's clutches, he would never let anything get near it again. Those thoughts did little to make the experience of that cock spearing into him any better, though. Verinax seemed to take immense pleasure in shoving his cock in slowly, inch by inch but never stopping, while the wolf below him squirmed in a mix of grunts and groans.

For Ferien, it was all the more humiliating how his own cock continued to throb and drip over his fur while he was impaled by a dragon's cock. It couldn't be helped, though. Even through the pain of the initial penetration the wolf still had to actively work to keep himself from cumming. The jolts of pleasure coming from all the pleasure spots inside his ass brought him dangerously close, but he had to resist. Not only cumming during this part would be the most humiliating experience ever, but if he did...

"You wolves were just made for this," the dragon commented from above. He sunk the last inch of his cock into Ferien in one quicker, rougher thrust, bringing a yowl of pain from the lupine below. "With all that fur and tightness, it is like you are just dragon cock warmers."

The insults still got to Ferien. The heat in his face grew more intense. His arms trembled while holding his legs up, but he kept the position so that his ass would remain exposed for the dragon to use. Verinax pulled back, each one of those ridges making Ferien let out a new gasp, then shoved himself back in with another rough thrust. Gentle was not something Verinax had ever been, after all.

The fucking promptly began. The large dragon huffed with pleasure above him, thrusting in and out of the wolf who was just forced to lay there and let it happen. The sheer intensity of it had Ferien's mind racing. The pleasure and pain mixed together in a whirlwind of feelings that seemed to always end on his own cock. The wolf's eyes remained shut, for he knew that if he as much as looked at his own member he might cum. It had been too many days without release, almost all of them involving the dragon edging him, tormenting him, torturing him with pleasure. All those days coupled with the last few hours had the wolf on the very tether of orgasm.

He needed to hold back, just a little more. Just a little more! The dragon had promised that, if he could hold back, he would be allowed to cum! If only he could hold back!

The fucking grew more intense. This was the worst part. The dragon's huffs of pleasure from above became soft moans of relaxed pleasure. Ferien was sure he did it on purpose, but this time the wolf did his best not to imagine how it'd feel if he was the one fucking someone, something, anything as intensely as the dragon was fucking him. The tightness around his cock, the urge to knot...

Ferien's knot pulsed. He was so close, too close! The dragon's fucking grew in speed, pushing him down against the rock, making Ferien's own cock bounce and flop over his stomach every now and then from the sheer force of his thrusts. Then Verinax hilted himself deep into the wolf and stopped for a moment.

"No... no no no no..." Ferien grumbled. He opened his eyes to meet the dragon's yellow ones gazing down at him.

"I'm close," the dragon said in his calm voice. Ferien already knew what he was going to say and what he was going to do, but he couldn't take it. He wasn't going to be able to hold back, he was going to lose!

"No no no..." the wolf repeated. His cock was at the very edge of orgasm, a single strand of fur tickling it would set him off, he knew. He clenched over the ridged, large cock stuck inside him without meaning to, pre-cum came over his stomach almost constantly. The bright red canine cock pulsed, so close of spilling all that pent-up seed.

"Very close. I wonder how close you are..." Verinax continued. Ferien opened his eyes. He wasn't going to be able to hold back, he already knew. He looked at the dragon with terror as Verinax slowly inched back, then used his feral flexibility to bring his larger muzzle down closer to Ferien's throbbing cock, sniffed at it once, then extended his tongue out to give the wolf's length one single, warm, extremely pleasurable teasing lick...

"NO!" Ferien pretty much shouted. The tongue was too much, he was too close. He felt his balls pulling up, his willpower beaten by his physical need. His cock started throbbing harder over his stomach, his knot grew even larger and the familiar feeling of orgasm rose within him. The pleasure was about to reach the peak he craved so badly, the pleasure a moment away from coming, yet the wolf's face turned into one of pure despair.

He already knew what was going to happen, and it did.

Just as his orgasm was about to hit, a fraction of a second before it happened, the world seemed to grow still around him. His orgasm didn't happen but instead got frozen at the very last second before the wolf could feel any of the bliss it would bring. Then, just as it had happened many times before that day... instead of continuing, it was as if his orgasm, and the whole world, started going backward.

It was an awful thing to feel. The pleasure was still there, but it dimmed down, just as his whole body felt crushed by the pressure of the world. A sense of vertigo hit the wolf and forced him to close his eyes for a moment as everything spun. It all happened fast, too fast, and then just as suddenly as it had started, it all stopped.

Ferien opened his eyes and let out a long, drawn-out groan of frustration.

He was no longer sitting nor holding his legs up, but instead, Ferien was lying over that same flat rock. This time, however, steel shackles kept his wrists bound to short chains above his head, rendering his arms useless. The other thing that didn't change was his level of arousal. Ferien felt his cock hard, the red length jutting out between his legs and throbbing with need near the edge of orgasm, but it had returned to the state it had been about an hour ago when the dragon had started this new torture.

It was as if... as if he had gone back in time. Ferien couldn't explain it. Was it real? Was this really some kind of time magic or was it all inside his mind? He couldn't tell, but for him, it was real enough. The exhausted wolf's eyes trailed down to look at Verinax standing there beside the rock he was bound to.

"If you can resist until the end, you will be allowed to cum," the dragon said. Or rather, repeated. Ferien had heard those words at least a dozen times now. "If you can't, however, we will just have to keep trying until you do..."

The amusement in the dragon's voice made sense now. The first time Ferien had heard that he hadn't known what to think, but now it made sense. His cock remained hard, for the dragon had been edging him for about a full hour before that point in time and it felt like it. Even more so when Verinax came close and brought a forepaw up to grab his cock again. Ferien moaned. He was too tired, too exhausted to even attempt to keep his dignity... and did it even matter?

The wolf's arms tensed up as the dragon started stroking his cock, slowly and surely, teasing his length and knot with the sole purpose of bringing him to the edge of orgasm again, and succeeding. Within moments, Ferien was huffing and holding his breath, again trying to hold back from cumming.

If he cummed, the same thing would happen again. Ferien didn't understand how, but the wolf had already learned that every time he cummed, or was about to, the whole world seemed to stop and rewind to this same moment after an hour of edging when Verinax was getting ready to edge him again. He would feel no pleasure, but he would have to go through it all over again. And again, and again, and again.

The hand working his cock brought Ferien to the edge of climax and yet, though Verinax might or might not be aware of that, it continued to tease him. It slowed down over his cock, but those clawed fingers continued to trail the surface of his cock, very lightly teasing the wolf's member down from the very tip all the way to the knot. It was left for Ferien to somehow bring up the mental work of not cumming even though his body was ready for it. The wolf was right back to gritting his teeth and praying at the same time that the dragon would stop stroking him soon so that he could cool down and that he would continue and stroke him off properly so he could cum. Except that the release wouldn't come...

Small tears formed at the corners of Ferien's eyes as he endured the dragon's paw edging, teasing and tormenting all over again. He had gone over that part... how many times? At the beginning, he had failed at that 'stage' several times, for the edging was just too much, but it always reverted back to the beginning of it with his cock returning to the same state of arousal. Ferien had no choice but to endure it all over again.

The wolf was completely lost when it came to time. How many times had he gone back in it? How much time had it been since? He had no idea, but each torturous minute of pleasure felt like an eternity for the wolf as he laid there, arms tense and shackled while the dragon played with his cock. Many times did Ferien swear he would go over the edge and lose again to revert back to the beginning, especially on the occasions the dragon decided it was fun to use a claw to tease the underside of his sensitive knot, but aware of the dragon's tricks, Ferien resisted.

Three squeezes on his knot, then a finger teasing his cock all the way to the tip. That's how it ended, Ferien had already memorized, yet when he felt it, the wolf's cock throbbed and spurted pre-cum all over again, dangerously close of tipping over the edge. It took a large amount of effort from Ferien to keep himself from doing so.

The dragon's paw finally moved away from his cock. Ferien's breathing was as ragged as before, but he sighed with relief. Even if he knew what was coming next when the dragon walked around him.

"Not bad, slave. Maybe you will reach the final reward after all, hmm?"

It was through magic alone that the shackles that kept Ferien's wrists bound snapped open. His paws were free, but the wolf didn't move right away. What came next was known to him as well.

"Sit up," the dragon ordered, and reluctantly, Ferien did.

"Place your paws upon your thighs," the dragon ordered again, and the wolf had no choice but to obey. He was back to sitting on the edge of the flat rock, cock jutting up between his legs at the edge of orgasm and his hands close. The large dragon sat down on his haunches in front of him, those yellow eyes fixated on his cock that throbbed by itself. He smirked, just as before.

"Stroke yourself," the dragon ordered. Ferien's ears drooped. He already knew that order was coming, so the wolf's paw reached up to his own cock. The simple act of wrapping his own fingers around his length made him moan. Very slowly, Ferien started stroking himself while the dragon watched.

This part too lasted way too long and, while Ferien had been through it before, this one seemed to change. If he stopped stroking himself before Verinax said anything, the dragon would order him to continue. If he went too slow, he would order him to go faster. All so that his own paw would not stop teasing his own member and if he accidentally brought himself to orgasm? Ferien knew from experience that the same thing would happen. His climax would not come, time would revert itself and he would be back in chains over that rock.

That second 'stage' of torture was just as bad as the first or perhaps worse. Though the wolf had full control of his own hand, it was up to Ferien to resist the temptation of just stroking himself faster, of just squeezing his damn knot and bringing himself to the orgasm he needed.

Yet, he couldn't.

The wolf was forced to keep masturbating under the dragon's gaze, following his instructions. Sometimes the dragon would keep him jerking off even though Ferien plead to let him stop or else he would cum. Even Ferien did, which seemed to amuse the dragon greatly, Verinax still took his sweet time to finally say he was allowed to stop. Even the time he had to put his paw back on his thigh while he waited for his cock to stop aching in need seemed to become shorter and shorter. Ferien barely left the edge of orgasm before he was forced to resume working on himself without ever having the prospect of cumming.

This part Ferien didn't have down so well. He was stroking himself, staring at Verinax with wet, pleading eyes while trying so hard to hold back from cumming when the dragon finally spoke up.

"Enough."

Ferien's hand darted away from his cock to clutch at the fur of his thigh. He was afraid it wasn't going to be enough. The wolf panted and huffed, watching his cock drool pre-cum and feeling like he was going to cum at any second. Thankfully, it didn't quite come. He needed a little more...

"Getting close?" Verinax said, his voice dripping with the same amusement as last time. Ferien was too focused on keeping himself from cumming to respond right away, as he always was. The wolf closed his eyes and his ears folded back. The next part was the worst of them all and the one he hadn't gotten past yet...

This time, however, something different happened.

"I am home," a voice said from the cave's entrance. Ferien's eyes snapped towards it and then they went wide. Verinax, the black dragon himself, entered the cave as he did every day when he got back from his duties. Yet... the black dragon sitting by his side, looking at his cock still stood there as well. They both looked entirely and one hundred percent real, but Ferien knew that one of them, probably the one that had been torturing him the whole time, couldn't be.

"I asked you a question, dog," the dragon beside him said. Ferien looked at him, then at the newly arrived Verinax calmly approaching him from the entrance. The false one, or at least the one he assumed was false, seemed to grow less and less amused by his lack of response. So much so that Ferien lowered his ears towards him.

"I- uhh, yes, master," the wolf responded dutifully even if it was to a fake. That seemed to placate him, just as before.

"Then let's move on to the next step. You're getting close to the end now..." the fake dragon said, just as before, and though Ferien looked at the real Verinax, the dragon did nothing. He simply opened a smirk and watched. The fake one continued.

"Lie down," he ordered, as flatly and simply as before. Confused, Ferien looked at the other Verinax again, but he couldn't even tell if the real dragon could see the fake one or not. Was it all in his mind? Was the new one even real in the first place?

Afraid of disobeying orders and getting punished as he had before, Ferien had no choice but to obey. With his eyes fixated on the new dragon, the wolf slowly laid himself down on the rock.

Just as it had happened so many times before as well, the fake dragon pulled his legs up and told him to hold them in place. Somehow, having the real Verinax standing there to watch him put himself in such a humiliating position made it even worse, yet that didn't faze the wolf's cock at all as it laid fully hard over his abdomen again, nor did it make it any easier to keep himself from cumming while the fake dragon rubbed his very real-feeling cock against his own. The part he dreaded the most came next when Verinax placed the tip of his cock against his entrance.

All the while the real dragon did nothing. He sat down on the ground where he was to watch but kept quiet even as he watched Ferien start grunting and groaning when the fake dragon started fucking him again. The ridged cock felt just like the real one, so much so that Ferien was no longer sure if the new dragon wasn't some kind of illusion to increase his shame. The wolf couldn't be sure of anything but the feeling of that ridged cock ravaging his ass yet again while he held himself in position for it.

The fucking continued just as before and keeping himself from cumming felt just as hard. Ferien tried to steel himself for what he knew was coming, he really did, but it was just so hard. It was borderline impossible! His cock pulsed, leaked and tethered on the very edge of cumming as the minutes went on until the time when the dragon stopped and hilted him again.

Ferien was so close to cumming...

"I'm close," Verinax said again from above him. It was coming.

"Very close. I wonder how close you are..."

Ferien closed his eyes. He didn't want to watch it this time, but he knew it was coming. That tongue, warm and soft, starting on the underside of his cock, at his knot, dragging itself up to the tip of his length so very slowly...

Ferien felt like he was going to cum. His balls felt tight, his whole body screamed at him to orgasm. He was a male wolf, a virile one at that, at the height of his age. He needed it! ...And yet he held back.

The lick came and, for several slow-moving seconds, Ferien was sure he was about to lose again, but he didn't. His cock throbbed, he clenched around the ridged cock stuck in his ass, he swore he would cum, he wanted to more than anything, but he didn't.

Panting, the wolf slowly opened his eyes. The dragon above him was staring at him, always smirking, and as if acknowledging that he had held back, only then did he pull his cock back only to shove himself in and start fucking again.

Ferien had always cummed on the licking part, but as intense as the fucking was, after that at least there was nothing to directly stimulate his cock. He was left at the edge of orgasm again as the dragon continued. It was the first time he made it past the lick...

"Very good," the dragon said, but when Ferien looked up he realized that the one above him was still busy huffing as he fucked him harder. He knew Verinax he and he knew the signs of when the dragon was about to cum and those were it. No, the words had come from the one watching him.

Ferien looked at him just in time to see him approach.

"My magic tells me you have already failed my little playtest twenty-three times... tsc tsc, I'm disappointed on you, dog. I thought I had trained you better than that when it came to holding back on releasing your worthless seed when you are not allowed to."

Ferien's ears glued themselves to his head. He looked at Verinax with pleading eyes, but it was hard to focus on anything when there was another version of him fucking him so relentlessly. All while he tried hard to hold back from cumming as well.

"It seems you still need a lot more training in that regard. Don't worry, I will make sure you achieve the desired results." The dragon shook his head. He did not sound entirely disappointed, but more... amused. As if the whole thing was nothing but a mockery.

"For now, I will go eat something. You can keep playing for a little while longer, then I will return and use you myself." Verinax turned away from him. "The good news for you, however, is that there are only two more stages to go after that one. Perhaps tomorrow you will reach the end at this rate. Perhaps."

Ferien's heart sank. The dragon above him fucked him harder than ever, hilting his cock and dragging those ridges through his ass with every hard thrust. Ferien's muscles bulged with effort just to keep his own arms holding his legs up for the dragon to fuck him, barely able to stay in place. His cock kept pulsing, pre-cum continued to cum and the wolf couldn't answer for he needed to hold his breath to keep himself from cumming.

"We will see. Perhaps a tongue bath would be nice tonight as well. We will see." Verinax took a few steps towards the back of the cave, but then stopped. "Oh, and slave, one more thing."

Ferien turned to look at the real Verinax as he approached again. The wolf whimpered, he could feel the fake one releasing the warmth of his seed deep inside him in the same shameful way the real one always did and with the same intensity. The dragon above him looked like he was surrounded in the heavenly pleasure the wolf was denied.

What Ferien did not expect was how the real Verinax's paw suddenly lunged at him. It did not seek to hurt him, but instead, the wolf's eyes went wide when Verinax grabbed his knot and squeezed.

Ferien moaned. It was more than a moan, it was a howl of pleasure. He couldn't hold back. With a tight squeeze on his sensitive knot, the wolf felt the pleasure he had been working so hard to hold back surging within him like a crashing wave, his orgasm inevitable, the pleasure rising from within him. With his wide eyes, Ferien still got to see the real Verinax letting out a chuckle before the whole world stopped... and started going back.

When the vertigo vanished. The wolf still got to see the tip of Verinax's pleased, swishing tail disappearing further into the cave before the fake one blocked his sight, approaching the shackled, desperate and crying wolf.

"If you can resist until the end, you will be allowed to cum."