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Hueroc knew the wyvern was coming. He knew the big, blue wyvern was coming to his cave, and that Phrixian was going to tie him up, and tease him, and that there was nothing he could do to stop it.

It was his turn, after all.

After he and Phrixian had at last managed to find a way out of the trap the humans had laid for them, the two of them had agreed a truce. And then admitted to each other that they both liked to be tied up strictly, and teased, and denied, and well, who better to help each of them get what they wanted than each other? Someone who lived close by, knew what they wanted to have done to them, and could be trusted not to do anything untoward? The dragon and the wyvern had begun to trade bondage predicaments regularly, but with the fire of their late rivalry still lingering between them, their treatment of each other had grown gradually more strict, and more teasing, as each of them strove to one-up what the other had done to them the previous time!

Which brought Hueroc back to the present, knowing that it was his turn to submit, staring at his collection of gear and wondering just how much of it he'd be wearing. How tight it would be, how long he would be trapped in it, and how long he would be teased and denied before Phrixian finally gave him relief... Just thinking about it made him squirm, panting softly and restlessly clenching and relaxing his claws. It was so easy to fantasize about having his paws cuffed together, a big gag strapped in his jaws, the larger wyvern pinning him down and asserting dominance yet again while a plug buzzing underneath his tail made it hard to even want to fight back...

He got so wrapped up in the fantasy that the heavy wingbeats of the other beast didn't snap him back to reality, nor the thump of his landing outside or the scrape of his talonsteps as he crawled his way into Hueroc's cave, deeper, and deeper, all the way up to the door to the little dungeon he kept! And only when he tapped on the heavy door did Hueroc realize he'd arrived, making a startled hop into the air before hurriedly twisting around, opening the door, and stepping back to let him in. "There you are! Come-- come in," he said, how excited he'd already grown with those thoughts spinning in his head making him quiver. He didn't have to think about it anymore, Phrixian was here now, it was time to actually get tied up!

At his full size, the wyvern dwarfed him; he'd needed to shrink himself with his magic just to fit inside properly, and even still he was the larger of the two, a fact he never seemed to let Hueroc forget, keeping his head up and his crawling wings spread out as he came into the chamber. "And how's my little subby drake today?" he rumbled, giving him a broad smirk.

Little subby drake. He sure was setting the tone straight away! His tail twitched and he squirmed, then at last looked away with a huff. "I'm, hmf, I am well!" He glanced at the large duffel bag Phrixian had slung across his back, and then after another long moment managed to admit, "I've been, well, looking forward to today... How about you?"

The smirk grew wider, showing more of his fangs. "I have also been looking forward to today," he rumbled--and the dragon's anxious quivering resumed instantly, as he had to wonder just what he'd planned up to get him back for what he'd done to tease the bound wyvern their previous outing! Phrixian reached out with one wing, letting the broad surface stroke over his snout until he huffed and nipped the limb away. "I have something special, and I can't wait to show it to you. I assume you want to get right to it?"

"Something... special?" The thought sent another trembling thrill through him, from his nose all the way back to his hips and tail as the mystery of it, of something special to be given to a bound helpless dragon--to make the dragon bound and helpless?--so roused his curiosity! Of course he wanted to know! He craned his snout towards the bag Phrixian had brought with him, and huffed when the wing countered, batting at him to get that snout away. "I, nh. Y-yes! Of course we can get right to it. So what's this something special?"

Chuckling at his eagerness, the wyvern sat, hooking the bag off his neck and setting it down before him--still closed, not revealing anything just yet. "I'll show you when the time comes, silly. Now... When's the last time you pleased yourself?"

The question made Hueroc's snout flush hot, and he squirmed once again, glancing back at his hindquarters before at last admitting, "not since last week. These visits are always more fun when it's been a while," he said, wriggling and kneading his claws on the floor at the admission, honest and surely easily guessed as it was!

Phrixian rumbled in amusement, and extending a wing he traced a finger-claw along his neck, the feeling making the red dragon shiver even as he leaned into it, his neck arching and eyes closing... "Oh dear. Well, I plan to cage that desire, so this is the last chance to get off before I make the choice for you, subby drake."

He had to swallow a moan, and take the effort not to rock his hips, so eager was he to be in the wyvern's power. "Well-- I mean--" He paused, and swallowed, his snout flushed hot. "It'd spoil the point of being pent up for this play if I went and got off now wouldn't it? So..."

"Okay. But remember later, I gave you a chance," he said, a warning that certainly carried plenty of ominous overtones about how strictly he was going to keep him denied and made the poor drake shiver and blush! A dominant growl as he stood up warned Hueroc not to move, though, and he paced a slow circle around his quarry, who stayed still obediently but turned his head to follow his progress. "Now, another choice: do I cage your slit or your muzzle first?"

His expression was almost one of embarrassment as he wriggled once again, looking back at his hips and how swollen his slit had grown from all the thoughts he'd had before Phrixian's arrival--not to mention all the thoughts he'd had since! "I, uh, well-- If you don't hurry up and cage my dragonhood, it's probably not going to fit in a belt..."

He laughed, his tail waving back and forth. "Ha! Okay then, as you wish." He opened his bag at last, stirring a few glowing embers of magic, and rooted around inside for a little while before at last pulling out a chastity belt--not the one Hueroc was used to wearing, either. This one was new, seeming heavier and more intricate! Of course he immediately swung his snout over for a closer look, only for Phrixian to give him a gentle push onto his side; he rolled over easily, not even pretending to put up any resistance, and kept one hind leg up to give him access as he brought over the belt--and revealing just how important it was to get a move on, as his tip was already peeking from his slit!

He chuckled again, and got the belt into position before the dragon could get any more aroused. "Sorry, friend," he taunted, "Hueroc said you can't come out and play..." He pressed the steel against his slit, and the coolness of the metal touching his flesh made Hueroc gasp, writhing a little and curling his hind claws, but at least the cooler temperature helped encourage him to shrink back down a little! Which proved to be even more important than he'd realized, as he discovered the new belt didn't just cover his slit, it pushed inside: the steel slipped right into his parted slit, where it cupped his shaft and pushed it back more, more--about as deep as it could go! Thus trapping his cock in an even smaller space than he might have been used to, making him groan, and huff, his hips pressing forward against the belt and feeling very, very snugly contained indeed. Just the slightest bit of arousal was enough to make that familiar trapped ache of being locked up stir within his slit!

"Nnnhg... that's-- that's really tight..!" he managed to gasp, squirming at the intrusion, but at least the steel was heating quickly to match his body temperature.

"I know, right? Want to make sure you don't get any ideas..."

"Nnnngh. Well I'll certainly be feeling pent up awfully quick!" he huffed through gritted teeth, making another very impotent little thrust against his chastity. From how worked up he'd been before it even went on, his shaft was already aching from pressing up against the restraint!

"And the belt's not even closed yet. Just wait..." He said, but what came next wasn't the closing belt: it was a plug! Quickly lubricated along with his tailhole, and then in the toy went, the feeling of it sliding slowly but steadily into his rear making Hueroc groan and shiver as it spread him, slid deeper, and leaned against some awfully sensitive places inside! He pushed one of his paws against the shield over his slit and made a slow thrust, and moaned softly--it was not a small toy, and it was a bit of a strain, but he managed to take it, and lay back with a long huff when it was hilted beneath his tail.

"Nnngh! Rrnnh.. mmmnhhh... that's-- ngh that's big..."

But rather than respond, Phrixian only reached for the other pieces of the belt, swinging the arms and tailband shut around his hips, trapping the toy and the shield that guarded his slit beneath when it latched shut with a heavy click that made Hueroc shiver snout to tailtip. "Well, it's all done now. No more drake dick."

The now-chaste drake huffed back and lashed his tail a couple times on the floor, but it wasn't like he had a good response when his shaft was already throbbing a little against the strict steel! He shivered again when his hips rolled and he felt that big toy in his rear, only able to look at the bright metal sealed between his hind legs and moan, pressing a paw to the front of the belt, where his dragonhood was now so securely hidden away. "Mmmnnh.."

"Go ahead, play with it, I'll let you stew while I try to figure out what I'll take away next," the big wyvern taunted as he turned back to his duffel bag, and though the suggestion made Hueroc blush, he didn't hesitate at all to follow his advice! He curled up to give the belt a closer look, examining the sturdy metal of the outer belt, how the base of the toy and the shield that covered and filled up his slit were completely hidden, how it fit him so snugly and the hinges were so narrow... He felt around the edges of the belt, squirming from how it felt on his scales when his claws could get only so close to his needy slit, how little room he had to try to slip a claw beneath--and even then, his claw would only find the shield, not his slit! He moaned and thrust a few more times, every motion making him feel the toy in his rump and making his dick throb against the metal pressed down around it, and then gave up and ground his paw across the belt, even that hardly even putting more pressure on his cock, or the toy! He shuddered, and poked the keyhole with a claw, and writhed on the floor. "Nnngh. This is, quite a chastity belt...!"

"It's custom, for my favorite subby drake. I wanted to make sure you'd never be able to even get close with that on," he said, drawing a pair of heavy leather mittens from his bag.

"Mmmnnhh..." He shuddered again, feeling his shaft gently pulse against the belt. "I can tell... Ngh thanks it's... so secure! Can hardly feel anything..." Hueroc managed to gasp out, before freezing with a blush--did he just thank the wyvern for making sure he'd never get to cum in this belt? Or was he just thanking him for being so thoughtful? Either way, his attention was quickly captured by the sturdy mittens instead, and he didn't struggle in the slightest except for his futile little humps on the plug while Phrixian worked the leather over his hind legs. The mitts themselves were mail-lined to keep his claws contained, and the sleeves went up his thigh nearly all the way to his hips, and then there was a whole set of straps to keep it on: a strap at his ankle, on either side of his knee, and then one at his thigh at the end of the sleeve. Each was tightened, and not just tightened: threaded with a padlock too! The sight, the sound of them clicking shut made him twitch, tip of his tail twisting as each hind paw was so thoroughly sealed away, and as if all that wasn't enough he produced a pair of thick leather cuffs as well, linked by a sturdy chain, and buckled and locked one around each ankle to limit the reach of his hind legs.

"Okay. Now your front paws." He held up the first waiting sleeve in his wing-claws, and Hueroc shivered again, either from the already-aching chastity or the toy nudging at his prostate, or perhaps from how he was about to give up all his dexterity and make getting out of them again so much harder! But give up his dexterity he did, without resistance, blushing and panting and feeling so very submissive as he pushed one paw after the other into the waiting mitts, watching, writhing as these were secured as well with another quartet of straps--and locks!--at the wrists, either side of his elbows, and then at the ends of the sleeves. These securely mittened limbs were cuffed together as well--as if he'd be using those clumsy mitts for anything anyway, he thought with a huff, and a wriggle, giving a useless little kick against the chains.

The pile of keys on the floor was over twenty strong now, as Phrixian added the keys to these latest padlocks to the stack. Stepping back, he smiled and purred, "please, keep trying to get out of that belt. While I get the wing binders..."

Hueroc blushed, and thrust a few more times, nngh! But the increasingly helpless dragon didn't hesitate to follow the suggestion, those leather mitts reaching right back so one could rub between his hind legs where he could no longer tug at the belt edges or prod at the keyhole, only stroke the big, useless ball of leather back and forth over the stout curved steel, and squirm, and moan in his helplessness and increasing desire. He looked at the belt, the keyhole, he glanced at the keys for a moment and shivered at the thought of how hard it'd be to use any of them, let alone work any of the straps or latches himself... He'd have to use his teeth at this point, it'd be so slow and difficult and he'd be worked up and teased the whole time! Just thinking of having to try if he wanted to escape made him moan again, uselessly stroking his chaste slit, gaze shifting from the belt, to the keys, and then back to Phrixian, who'd collected the big, heavy wingbinders--but paused, and set them aside for a moment.

"I love you like this," he said, making poor, squirming, already-needy Hueroc blush, then he picked up one of the keys and held it out; if anything, being offered it only made Hueroc thrust a little faster, squinting at it and blushing! "Here. Left wrist. See how far you can get."

"Nnngh that's mean...!" the dragon gasped, but he instinctively reached out his cuffed paws--no, right, that was only a mitten, he couldn't grab it that way! Hurriedly he pulled his paws back and reached forward with his snout instead, to take the base of the key carefully between his front teeth, where he held it very delicately: his front teeth were pointed, not exactly made for gripping, and metal against them felt harsh.

"Don't break that; I only have one key to each lock," Phrixian warned, coiling his tail about the wing-binders to carry them over, and while he did that, his captive went to work with the key--after whining and shuddering at the warning, but at least now the wriggling, thrusting dragon knew to be even more careful! Though it was particularly difficult to focus with Phrixian strapping his wings into the layered binders, and the little sparks of pleasure and needy aches he felt with each grinding motion, making it even harder to line up the tip of the key with the keyhole of a padlock, and tap, tap, tap the key against the lock a few times as he shook and squirmed and missed his target, and then at last managed to slide it in! Just in time to hear another padlock shut on one of his wingbinders, and see another key tossed into the pile. He shuddered, and moaned, and turned the key--but it didn't seem to turn the mechanism, and the padlock tried to rotate! He whined through his clenched teeth and tried again--

"Oh, sorry!" Phrixian clicked his claws, and then clicked shut another lock. "I meant left elbow."

Hueroc growled and shivered once more, his hips rocking in little useless twitching motions, but he couldn't really get any words out in retort when he'd have to drop the key to say anything, and then he'd have to figure out how to pick it back up with his teeth! So he could only grumble--at least the correction had stopped him from trying to turn with more force--before trying to fit the key into the proper lock this time, and meeting with equal difficulty. The wyvern at his back finished restraining his wings while he worked, and returned to his duffel bag for more gear, leaving his increasingly helpless captive to mull over just how difficult it'd be if he actually had to get himself out: even once he got this padlock unlocked, he'd have to get it off of the strap, and then unbuckle the strap--still using only his teeth! And once that was done, he'd have to do it four more times in order to be able to remove the cuff, then the mitten and sleeve from his leg to free his paw, each of those times without the hint of knowing which key went where, making him have to try each one on each lock, making the effort even more time-consuming, and teasing, and difficult... Just thinking of how hard it would be and how easy it would be to stop him made him shudder all over, and moan, still grinding and still feeling his trapped cock throb again and again in denial, and by the time he had the key into the lock and tried to turn it, Phrixian had returned with a gag that would surely put a stop to his attempts!

But the key failed again, and Phrixian didn't seem keen to give him more chances: he'd turned all the straps away to level the tip of a fat, phallic gag towards Hueroc's snout. "Still no luck, huh? Well, I'll figure out where that key goes later, then. Now--before you can't, any last requests?"

He carefully set the key down, shuddering, humping faster than ever, making that locked-up dragon dick throb and ache and strain as he locked his eyes on the gag that awaited him. "I-I, I, mmmnnngh..." The poor dragon was finding that big plug and severe chastity belt awfully distracting, and needed a few moments to thrust and try to recollect himself before he could manage to think, and moan, and at last say, "just looking forward to a... really good orgasm at the end..!"

Phrixian rumbled back at him and smirked. "Oh, I'm sure it'll be amazing when you get it... if, you get it." And before Hueroc could do more than moan in need, he pushed that thick cockgag right into his panting muzzle! The firm heavy shape of it trapped his tongue and filled up his maw, pressed in deep to stifle his next squirming, anxious moan and then strictly strapped shut: the muzzle of the gag clamped his jaws down tight, straps and buckles pulled taut around his cheeks, the back of his head, the top of it, and beneath his jaw--and each one given another lock, adding still more keys and to the collection. "Hhmmmn... Mmmfff!" The heavy muzzle kept his voice thoroughly muffled, and he shuddered, panting and writhing from the feeling of being so effectively silenced by his gag.

"Now, I know I'd usually blind and deafen you," he said, "but I think you'll want to see my piece de resistance. Perhaps in a couple more minutes."

Hueroc quivered again. All the heavy bondage thus far had made him forget the promise of a surprise--or perhaps he'd thought the belt was the surprise, but now it sounded as if it was still to come! His eyes darted back to that duffel bag, which somehow looked no less empty than it had been on his arrival, and even when Phrixian grabbed him by a horn and steered until his neck was pointed straight forward still he wondered what surprise could be in store for him. Some special binding for his legs, or something that would give him more stimulation in the chastity belt, even edge him despite being so strictly locked away-- Well it sounded like he'd be finding out imminently! He only squirmed, and groaned, and rocked his hips back and forth as the wyvern fit a thick collar over his neck, not quite forcing it to hold still but stiffening it considerably so it could only turn a little ways--and put most of the locks out of the reach of his teeth, not that he'd be using them to hold a key now with his jaws wrapped around his gag and covered by the muzzle. And that included the lock for the collar itself, which he could only feel latch shut, not see, and shudder and whimper as he watched the key fall to the floor with the rest. He couldn't even turn his head to meet his captor's eyes now! He had to wait for Phrixian to settle down in front of him, and only then give him a needy, very aroused, very helpless look...

"Mm-mmhhf...?"

The wyvern only smiled back. "I think you're pretty trapped, my subby drake," he said, and Hueroc could only nod in agreement the little bit the collar let him. He sure felt trapped! Heavily gagged, wings pinioned, paws in mitts and hobbles, his neck restrained... and above all, the constant needy throbbing of his cock against the inside of his chastity belt, and the thick toy trapped in his rump! Powerless, writhing, grinding on the plug in lust... Phrixian could have spread out each key on the floor in front of him, told him exactly where it went, and he probably wouldn't have been able to use a single one!

"Now! The real fun bit." From the bag, Phrixian produced a small, plush red dragon, the sight of which made him squirm uncertainly. "You like soft things, yes?"

"Mmhmmfff," he said, and nodded again, though with the gag filling his snout he couldn't add the relevant qualifiers that usually by soft things he meant the pillows and blankets he slept on to make the floor of his bedchamber more comfortable! Whereas that toy wouldn't even make a proper pillow for his snout, though it did look quite a bit like him...

He chuckled, murmuring and dancing his claws over the floppy, bean-filled plush, and after a moment and a few swirling motes of light the toy grew larger in his wing, expanding to perhaps the size of Hueroc's head. Flipping the toy over, he extended a single claw and cut a narrow seam down its underside, along its chest and belly; Hueroc moaned uncertainly at the sight, quivering in anxious anticipation, his mind dazed from his needy arousal and spinning with all the questions the cockgag wouldn't let him ask. What was he doing, where did he get that toy, why did it look like him--why did he slice it open? But not a single piece of the stuffing spilled out; instead, Hueroc could only shiver nervously as Phrixian scooped up each key and slipped it through the cut he'd made, until the toy was stuffed with all his keys in addition to its soft stuffing!

A few more weavings of his claws, and the hole he'd sliced in the toy's exterior wove itself shut with magic, until it was like it had never been there at all! Thus rendering the toy like new--except for the new weight of all the keys inside. "What do you think?" he smiled, holding up the toy. "This big enough to snuggle?"

He blinked at the toy in confusion, muzzled snout tilting to one side. Snuggle? But-- all his keys-- Was he merely storing them all there, for now, as a tease? His keys so close yet so far? And-- and for how long? Such thoughts occupied his mind--and his aching, throbbing dick--far more than the question his captor had actually asked, and he spent nearly half a minute squirming and grinding on the fat toy in his rump, feeling hornier still when all he saw when he looked at the plush was all the keys now hidden sewn away inside it... Finally when Phrixian tapped him on the snout, he shuddered and squirmed and huffed out a heavy breath, then remembered the question and nodded slowly, still uncertain. "Mhmmf..?"

"Now. Remember that voodoo doll that tied you up? Where the doll's gear appeared on you?"

"Mmhh? Hhmmnn, mmmnf...!" He blushed, his moan getting a little louder. Yes, he did remember it quite well; it had been a very frustrating time trying to convince someone to undress the doll for him! But-- but what was he getting at, asking that now--especially now that he was holding a new doll full of keys? As if in answer, the wyvern wove another spell over the doll, this one seemingly longer and more complex, taking a minute or two to complete as a sphere of that mystical light slowly flickered into being around the doll--and then, abruptly, the light vanished, the spell complete.

Phrixian smiled, and gave the doll a little poke with the tip of his claw, then stroked the doll's belly.

And as he did, Hueroc was treated to the feeling of a matching jab followed by a much more pleasant caress on his own underside! Where the wyvern's digit wandered, so did the feeling of someone petting him, and he whimpered and squirmed--not just when the touch wandered tauntingly close to his aching slit, but as the realization began to sink in! Wait-- he thought, trembling all over, shaft pulsing. But-- if he felt what the plush felt-- What would happen if the doll was cut open to retrieve the keys--! His eyes widened, and he moaned urgently into his gag, shuddering. "Mmmf, mmmmff!"

"I think you understand," Phrixian only said, and then he turned and left!

"Mmmhf--! Mmm, mmnn mmmff! Mmmff!" He yelped, trying to shake his head, whining helplessly--he understood, but-- but-- but then how would he ever get out--! He'd said those were the only keys! He shuddered all over as he heard Phrixian crawl over to his bedroom, and traitorously the thought of having no way out made his chaste cock only strain harder against the metal shell pinning it deep in his slit. He tried to roll back over and stand up, but the toy ground across his prostate and drew even more shudders and needy throbs with every movement, distracting him and drawing still more helpless moans, needy shivers, and impotent thrusting motions, and the feeling of the wyvern-grip around his middle as Phrixian carried the toy away only disoriented him further as he struggled to stand! He'd only just regained his paws by the time his captor returned, but rather than pet or grope or tease him, he only collected a formed leather hood from his bag.

"Now, shall we get rid of those pesky eyes and ears?" he purred, holding it forward in his wing-claws.

"Mmmmh... llmmf... mmmmngh..!" Hueroc could hardly think, let alone form a proper protest, not that the gag would have let him voice one anyway! He could only stare at the hood, trembling, hips twitching back and forth to feel the big toy on his prostate again and again and again... He whimpered helplessly, his rapid futile thrusts even more apparent now that he'd regained his feet--and absent any resistance, not that he could have stopped him in his restraints even if he'd tried, on went the hood. The wyvern took his time sealing it into place, lacing it up while all the while his captive shook and moaned and thrust uselessly against the big toy and the strict chastity belt, so unbearably horny that any thoughts were impossible, or any objections, or even the barest desperate guesses at how he could possibly escape! At last the hood was fitted properly, snug and even, not putting extra pressure anywhere, and then zipped shut over top of the laces, leaving the dragon in utter darkness, even his hearing greatly muffled so he could hardly make out a sound over his own gasps and muffled moans, which the extra layer over his snout rendered even more impossible to make out.

His captor gave him a few strokes on the hooded snout, and then coiling a tail around his paw guided him out into the cave. The quick right turn confirmed to even the sensory deprived, distracted dragon that he was being led into his bedroom, sparks of pleasure under his tail accompanying every shuffling step he took until his tail lifted and twitched back and forth, each breath a needy moan, his poor cock aching and aching... He gratefully sank onto his bed-pile when given a little push, and he shivered when he abruptly felt pressure all around him. It took a few moments of confusion over the lack of touch on his scales before he realized that the plush must have been underneath him, either right there or buried somewhere in the blankets, and he shuddered. So close yet so far indeed...!

Something bumped him on the snout, and he heard a voice by his ear. "You have the keys, you can let yourself out whenever you want. I'll be away for a few weeks..."

Shock was enough to make him listen to the second part of the message before crying out--but when he mentioned being left this way for weeks he found his voice again! "Mmmmfff! Mmmmmm! Mmmfff-- mmm mmmff, mmmmmfff!" he yowled; how on earth would he be letting himself out of all of this!

"Do be careful, though; the stasis spells are all woven into the hood, so if you decide you only want that off"--the single piece of gear that didn't have its key sewn into the voodoo doll!--"do be careful about the timing, and don't go too long before putting it back on." The wyvern bumped his snout again, then stroked it through the stifling hood, gentle and not at all soothing his racing heart. "If I don't see you around, I'll check on you, I promise. No more than a year."

Hueroc's mind was spinning. He was being left--like this--chaste and stuffed and helpless and sensory deprived-- What had he even meant by a year? He'd let him out in no more than a year? Or that he'd go no more than a year without stopping by to check on him, with no plans to free him at all--! He could only whimper, the still-rapid thrusts of the smooth surface of his belt rubbing uselessly against the blankets betraying his heavy desperate arousal; he couldn't think--couldn't process-- He shook all over, whining plaintively and feeling somehow hornier than ever with his cock straining fiercely underneath the belt that kept him so utterly trapped! And then the only response was the sound of Phrixian slithering away, after only a couple steps out of the range of his muffled hearing...

He could make out a few final words, shouted from over by the door: "have fun, subby drake! That orgasm will feel amazing, if you ever choose to have one again..." Then he felt more than heard the door thumping shut--and he was alone.

At first Hueroc couldn't even think, he was so horny, doing nothing but thrusting hard and fast, writhing, groaning, frantically and uselessly rubbing a mitt back and forth between his hind legs and feeling only the hard unforgiving steel of his belt, and the chainmail that ensured there was no way his claws would do anything to escape the leather mitten... He moaned loudly, gasping through his gag, as the rapid thrusts gave his prostate all that stimulation while his cock twitched and throbbed and remained so so trapped, aching so hard, forced to stay as small as it could possibly get despite how aroused he was! Only eventually did he stop stroking his belt so he could in futility try to feel over his hood instead, but even though unlike everything else it wasn't locked he could never hope to operate that zipper or untie the lacing in his mittens... and he couldn't get the mitts off without somehow unlocking them... unstrapping them... and to do that he'd have to dig the plush out of his blankets-- But-- but then he wouldn't even be able to open it, never, it'd surely be so painful to do it, and even if he dared to try his claws still were sealed in the mitts. He'd never be able to cut it even if he wanted to! There was-- there was-- there was no way out--!

The thought only deepened his arousal, somehow, his dick straining desperately and so intensely against the belt, his mind and body flooded by anxious, helpless desire, unable to even slow his needy humping motions. There had to--had to be something-- Phrixian was only teasing him right-- Again and again pleasure radiated from the plug grinding on his prostate, and the needy dragon writhed and moaned into his gag, his whole world narrowing to just the sensations under his tail and the furious denied aching in his slit, the thought that there was nothing, nothing, nothing that he could do... He could blindly dig his mittens into the blanket pile, he could find the doll, maybe if he squeezed it--himself--hard enough he might even feel the shapes of some of the keys within... But with his claws trapped in mitts and his jaws clamped shut on the cockgag and even the hood rounding the points of his horns, he had no way of getting the keys out of the-- the--

No! Just the thought of feeling icy, slicing pain made Hueroc tremble all over. He couldn't-- he wouldn't dare-- What if it did more than just hurt--no. No! He could never harm the doll-- no one could-- It needed to stay safe so he could be safe! The keys were so important, he needed them so badly but-- he couldn't! Just the thought made him flinch and moan in denial, never mind that he would never have the means to do it himself, he could still picture the little red doll so clearly in his mind, the soft felt of its chest, all the keys sewn inside... It was here with him. Safe. Had to stay safe...

Had to cum--

The thought of danger had dulled the dragon's arousal for a moment but now another heavy wave of lust crashed over him, drawing desperate, trapped howls from his hooded jaws that no one else could hear, his whole body quivering, thrust after impotent thrust only driving home the aching, throbbing denial of his chastity even while the plug teased him so strongly. He couldn't-- couldn't possibly get off like this! For that he'd need to get hard, he'd need the key to his chastity belt-- but he couldn't get the key. No one could.

No one could let him cum...

No one could set him free.

No one could hurt the doll, so no one could get the keys, so he'd never be free of the mitts, or the gag, or the chastity belt with its oh so strict intruding shield and thick plug sealed underneath. And as minutes crawled to hours, to days... to weeks... He understood that Phrixian really did mean to leave it to him to find a way himself, if he ever, ever wanted to be free. Eventually he blindly searched through his blankets to dig up the plush, he sheltered it safely in the crook of his mittened foreleg... But he'd never dare try to harm the doll that his bindings would never let him harm, and so he'd never have access to his keys, and so he'd never be able to unlock a single one of the locks that kept him prisoner, kept him chaste, kept him denied and moaning and unspeakably desperate to cum.