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The young wolf stared at the ceiling of his prison. It was all he could do, really.

Kipp had been in there for days. At least he was pretty sure it had been many days. It was hard to keep track of time with no windows. The stone-made room with the two simple beds had been his home ever since he had arrived at the dragon's manor with his brother. The thought made Kipp's chest tighten, though.

The wolf glanced towards the other bed. Every time he did he half expected to see Gavin, his older brother, laying there with his back towards him as they had been for the first few days. His brother was not there, though. The dragon had come with a crew of dragon servants and taken him away. Though Kipp had been very angry with his brother for all the things he'd done, he still didn't wish to be separated from him. Not only did he miss Gavin, but he was also very worried about what the dragon was doing to him.

When he took him away, the dragon had guaranteed he wouldn't be hurt. He said they would ready him to 'fulfill his new role in the dragon's household'. What did that even mean? Though the dragon had promised that he would bring his brother back soon enough, Kipp had seen that glint in his eyes, that smirk of superiority plastered all over the damned dragon's muzzle as if there was a joke hanging around and the wolves were the only ones that didn't know about it.

The young wolf felt his paw curling into a fist as he thought about the dragon. That line of thought, however, inadvertently made that same paw to slide towards his own sheath. Kipp's eyes folded back as it did.

His paw trailed under the only piece of clothing the dragon had given him. 'Clothing' was an overstatement though, really. Kipp looked down at it and blushed. A very thin strap surrounded his waist and tied at the side had a single frontal piece of a loincloth to cover his genitals. The fabric the loincloth was made of, however, was of a white so delicate and thin that, somehow, it was pretty much transparent. His sheath was somewhat visible even with the thin cloth covering it. There was almost no difference between wearing that and being entirely naked, but if those were his only choices Kipp would choose to wear the loincloth.

He liked to think he had a choice, at least. The dragon had, after all, ordered him to wear it...

Aside from that, the only other thing the wolf wore was the collar around his neck. That too was an insult to his species, but Kipp had grown so used to its presence that he barely noticed it anymore. The wolf wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing, however.

Kipp sat up. His paw brushed the loincloth aside to reveal his sheath entirely. Lowering his ears, the wolf's careful fingers trailed around its surface and, as they reached its bottom, he felt it.

A few days ago, soon after they had taken his brother away, the dragon had come for him too. At the time, Kipp had expected the dragon to take him to the same place his brother was being kept on, but instead, the damned lizard just brought in a few other dragons, used magic to pin him down and with their help, he grabbed Kipp's sheath and-

Kipp closed his eyes shut. He'd rather not remember.

His fingers, however, could feel the place where his sheath had been pierced. It didn't hurt anymore, thankfully, but even though it was tiny and barely visible it still felt weird. What was its purpose? The dragon had never told him and had not returned ever since. Trying to ask the servant that brought him food or water was no good either.

The wolf was left to his endless waiting.

As time went on, all Kipp could do was dwell on his hatred for the damned dragon. How dare he buy him and his brother, two proud wolves that had fought in the war, and make them do all these... things? Granted, some of his resentment was still aimed at his brother as well. If Gavin hadn't... taken him when they were stuck in that draconic slave pen, if he hadn't done it in front of all the other dragons, maybe they would have been sold to someone else. For some other purpose! Maybe they would've even managed to escape! Yet now...

Kipp was lost in his thoughts when the sound of the door's locks being undone suddenly made his ears perk up. The wolf sat back up on his bed, his ears lowering by instinct. Kipp glanced towards his older brother's bed in sheer reflex but found no comfort in it, so all he could do was steel himself up.

It didn't surprise him too much to see the hateful dragon standing by the door as it opened. Kipp's eyes darted back and forth looking for his brother, but Gavin was nowhere to be seen. Disappointed and still worried, the wolf's eyes trailed up their 'owner' warily.

"Good morning, pet." 'Master' Aerien greeted him with that same smile. That hateful half-smirk that made everything he said to the wolf seem like mockery. In a way it was.

Kipp, of course, could not reply. The collar around his neck still tingled with magic that the wolf knew would deliver that painful shock if he dared try to say anything coherent. All the wolf could do was lower his head shamefully.

"I trust you've been doing well. I am sorry to say, however, that your little pleasant vacations are over. It is about time you start fulfilling your duties around the house."

Aerien stepped inside and closed the heavy door behind him. Kipp kept staring at him with his tail curling around his waist more and more.

"After all, I did not pay a significant price for you dogs so that you could lounge around in the comfort of my house."

Kipp glanced around. Comfort? The dragon dared call that dark, windowless block of stone comfortable?

"I am happy to say that your brother has been taking to his duties quite well. He was a little stubborn at first, but with dedication and just a little magic we were able to come to a good understanding."

Those words made Kipp raise his eyes and perk his ears. Despite how troubling the dragon's words were, it was still a relief to hear that Gavin was alright.

"In fact, you and I are going to see him as soon as I finish preparing you as well." The dragon stopped a few steps away from his bed. The tall, silver-scaled dragon made for an imposing figure in his long, purple robes.

Even so, while Kipp would usually shy away from him, that announcement made the wolf move to stand up instead. The wolf's nudity in front of the dragon brought a little bit of self-consciousness back though. Kipp's paws moved to cover his privates even if the thin loincloth half-covered them.

The dragon, however, would not have it. With a calm yet firm gesture, the dragon's hand grabbed Kipp's arm and gently pried it away to the side. Kipp understood the message, reluctantly giving up the covering of his modesty, but the way the dragon's eyes fixated on his barely visible privates made a rush of heat come to his face.

"I am going to need you to stand still so I can place your new piece of jewelry in place," the dragon said. "Not only will it make you look even better, but it will also make your duties much more pleasant for yourself. That much I assure you."

Kipp didn't like it. He gave the dragon a fearful and wary look, but though he yearned to ask questions, to complain, to argue about all of it, he knew he couldn't. The damned dragon knew it too. Much to Kipp's surprise, though, the dragon went down to one knee in front of him.

"Normally," the dragon started as he pulled something out of his pocket, "I would take pleasure in training you to stand still for this. It is regretful, however, that I have a plethora of important business come noon and cannot spend as much time with my precious pets as I would like."

Kipp's eyes followed the thing the dragon was holding. It was a small metal piece of strange shape. What its purpose was, the wolf could not tell, but he took a wary half-step back from it.

The dragon did not seem happy with his retreat. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. Don't worry, in due time you will be so well trained that you will obey all my orders in a snap. Now, however, I'm afraid I must rely on more practical methods."

Kipp grit his teeth. There were so many things he wanted to say back at the dragon! The young wolf could not hold back from frowning though. From baring his teeth just a little in outrage. If the dragon thought he could-

"Vis'ieriah."

The dragon's strange word sent a surge of- of something through Kipp's body. It radiated from his collar, that much he could tell, for the wolf could swear it had grown a little tighter around his neck. When Kipp tried to move, however... he found that he couldn't. As the wolf's mind registered that, more desperate commands to move his limbs, his head, even his eyes came, but none of them worked. It was as if he was completely frozen, held still by something unseen. All the wolf could really do was breathe and even that came with some difficulty.

"There we go. Now, allow me..."

Because Kipp's eyes had been fixated on the dragon's face, he got to see that devious smirk, that hateful look of obvious superiority in the dragon's eyes, right before Master Aerien lowered himself to get closer to him. Kipp tried to speak, desperate as he was, to say something, to do anything to stop the dragon, but he couldn't even move his lips or tongue. Instead, it came out as a thin whine

The wolf found that even frozen as he was, he could still feel everything. Though the dragon was slightly out of his frozen line of sight, he could feel as Master Aerien brushed his thin loincloth aside, then took hold of his sheath. The invasive touching made the wolf deeply uncomfortable, but that was just the beginning.

For several minutes, Kipp huffed through his nose, trying so very hard to move or do anything against the vile magic holding him still. He wasn't entirely sure of what the dragon was doing, but he could feel as the dragon's fingers pried inside his sheath, touching his hidden member, then spread it apart to the point of discomfort. Next came the cold touch of metal. Something, presumably the thing the dragon had been holding, was placed inside his sheath and around his member, turning the comfortable pouch his member was used with into something else. Unable to see it, all Kipp could do was stand there and feel as the dragon took his sweet time messing and tinkering with his most intimate parts.

To the wolf, it felt like a huge relief when the dragon finally let the loincloth fall over his sheath again. Master Aerien gave his sheath a few pats when it was done and finally retreated so that Kipp could look at him again. His smile had grown just a little wider.

"There we go. Now you are complete."

Standing back up, the dragon wiped his hands and took his sweet time before speaking again.

"Vis'orogoth."

And just like that, Kipp gasped. The wolf almost stumbled. The sudden return of all of his movement surprised him. The first thing he did, however, was reach down to his sheath. He could still feel it. The metal thing was still inside it and, as Kipp threw the loincloth aside to see it, he could see that the metal's shape had been perfectly circular to fit the inside of his pouch. As if it had been made specifically to fit it. As Kipp's fingers felt it, the wolf's eyes went wide when he realized that the thing was stuck inside his sheath, locked through tiny pins that went through the pierced part at the very bottom. Those were fit with small gemstones at the tip, making it look like his sheath was adorned with them or something.

The wolf's outrage grew to the point where he couldn't help but growl.

"What the f-!"

The shock interrupted him. It had been a while since Kipp himself had made that mistake so he had forgotten just how incredibly awful the feeling of it going through his body for a solid couple of seconds felt like. The wolf whimpered out loud and fell down to his knees in submission. He was reduced to a panting mess by the time it finally subsided with his eyes wet from the pain.

"Now now. Your brother has taken much more without a word of complaint. Surely you can handle a small little piece of jewelry. I was not lying when I said it would make your duties more pleasant either."

The wolf simply glared up at the dragon. He had to force his muzzle to remain shut to avoid saying any of the thousands of things he wanted to say.

"As I mentioned earlier, there is much to do and my time is limited. Don't you want to see your brother? All you have to do is follow me." Master Aerien casually turned away and stepped towards the door.

Kipp found himself surprised yet again. As the dragon opened the door and stepped past it, for the first time he kept it open. Master Aerien looked at Kipp as if he was expecting him to follow. He was finally going to be allowed to step outside of that cramped room.

Though the wolf could still feel the weirdness of that metal thing inside his sheath as he stood up and moved, Kipp did not want to waste an opportunity to get out and see his brother. Begrudgingly, the wolf stood, dusted himself off and rushed to go after the dragon.

The outside of that room looked nothing like the inside. The dragon didn't even bother closing the door to his prison now that there was no one left in there. Master Aerien simply started walking through the hallways and Kipp had no choice but to follow.

Being outside, the self-awareness that he was walking around practically naked returned to the wolf. The dragon's manor was unlike anything the wolf had ever seen before. Even when he was back in wolven cities before the war, the architecture, the buildings, nothing was as grand or fancy as what this dragon had. Every bit of stone, every pillar, every wall, was covered with images, or connected with long looping lines, connected with intricate knots. Some were sculpted, some were painted, yet all of it was just so... frivolous. The hallways were large and tall, the doors to whatever rooms lay hidden behind them just as adorned as the walls and even the windows were unnecessarily large.

Kipp felt a surge of happiness just to be able to see the blue sky outside through them. It had been so long since he had seen it! Even if those skies were different than those back at his home. Even if those were the skies of the dragon lands, where he was surrounded by these creatures, it was still the sky.

Soon enough, Kipp felt his relief grow tenfold as the dragon opened a backdoor and led him outside. The gardens were just as impressive as the inside of the manor and, looking at the house from outside, Kipp saw that it was even more impressive than it had appeared from the inside. Tall walls of stone surrounded the large manor as if it was some sort of fortress, but other tall buildings similar to the dragon's house could still be seen in the distance of the unfamiliar horizon that was the dragons' lands.

Master Aerien ignored his curious sightseeing and just kept walking at a brisk pace, which forced Kipp to walk faster to keep up. They made a brief way through the gardens until they reached a much more modest building. This one was made of simple wood, not very large, and had the classic look of a small barn or stable. The dragon unlatched the large wooden door, pushed it open and only then did he stop to look back at Kipp again.

"Now, your brother has been... changed. Just a little bit. It is all so he can better fit his new purpose in my household, which is not the same as yours. There is no need to worry as he is completely fine, so I urge you not to do anything stupid that might make me inclined to punish you. You will not like my punishments."

Kipp just blinked, then frowned. What did that mean? Though the dragon told him not to worry, now he was really getting worried. As the dragon moved to go inside, Kipp followed with eagerness to see his brother.

The building was exactly what he had imagined: some kind of stables. There were closed stalls made to hold beasts of various sizes, but they were all empty. Bundles of hay and bowls of water lay piled up on a corner, but there was no sign of any wolf anywhere. Kipp's eyes darted back and forth looking for his brother until they finally fell back on the smirking dragon.

Master Aerien waited for a moment, then he gestured towards one of the last stalls on the right. Kipp needed nothing else.

He rushed towards it and, as he leaned against the bars, what he saw made his eyes go wide.

It was his brother. If he didn't know Gavin so well he would think it wasn't, but he would recognize his muzzle, the color and patterns of his fur and his eyes anywhere. What he was looking at, however, was not a wolf walking on two legs like him. Like his brother used to be. What he was looking at was a feral wolf. A big one, about the size his brother would probably be on all fours, except this wasn't just all fours.

When the beast saw him, his ears perked up. He got up right away, which gave Kipp an even better confirmation of his fears. The four paws were those of a feral, simpler and made to stand on all fours rather than on two legs. His brother's whole body had changed to adjust to his feral self, but his eyes were still Gavin's. The way he looked at him with an expression of relief told Kipp that Gavin was still himself despite his new look, just as the dragon had said. The feral wolf rushed towards the gates of the stall and jumped up on it with his forepaws, then he let out a bark. Kipp noticed that Gavin was still wearing the same collar he was wearing around his neck and, as would be almost expected of a beast, nothing else.

Kipp extended his hand to brush Gavin's muzzle and he nuzzled into it. Both wolves' tails wagged, clearly glad to see each other. When Kipp looked down, however, he saw that his brother wore one more accessory that he hadn't noticed before. Around his sheath, a metal dome locked by a ring going around his balls was closed. A cage for his member to add even more insult to his feral form. It surprised the young wolf, but when he noticed the dragon approaching, Kipp remembered his presence and turned towards him with a frown.

As he looked up at Master Aerien, there was so much he wanted to ask. How had he done that to his brother? The answer in general he already knew, of course. Magic. But still... how?

"Do you like my new guard dog?" the dragon asked with a smile. "When I heard that Aetherion had made himself a guard dog with a wolf a few months ago I knew I wanted one for myself. Now I finally have one. A nice little dog to patrol my property and bark at any undesirables."

Kipp's frown grew deeper, but Gavin retreated from the stall's gate and bared his teeth towards the dragon with a growl.

"Ah ah. No growling at your master, remember? Do I need to punish you again? I thought we agreed you were properly housebroken."

For some reason that made Gavin's growling stop. The older wolf went as far as lowering his ears, but his expression of dissatisfaction didn't change.

"Now, let's get down to business. You've both seen each other again, you've both gained the new purposes you've chosen. Now all that there's left to do is to properly..." The dragon took a step forward towards Kipp, closing the distance between the two. "...execute it."

When the dragon placed a hand over Kipp's chest, the wolf tried to retreat. He found his rear bumping against the stall's gate, though. A low growl coming from his brother came from behind him again. The dragon's eyes shifted to Gavin for a moment and the growling stopped, but his brother was still there, next to the gate, watching.

The dragon's paw caressed his chest. Kipp was forced to stand there uncomfortable as Master Aerien's paw felt up his lean chest, brushed over one of his nipples, and then moved down to feel his abdomen. As Kipp looked down, the almost see-through loincloth made him feel naked and exposed again. It was so small and loose that he might as well be wearing nothing and with the dragon so close...

After taking a moment to feel up his body, the dragon's hand went down to the sash keeping his long robes in place. He undid it, letting it fall loose and, as it did, Kipp's ears fell back.

The dragon was wearing nothing under those robes. With them open, his silver-scaled chest lay as bare as everything else under it. From between his legs, emerging from its slit, a member of the likes Kipp had never seen before was starting to rise, which made him all the more nervous.

Kipp looked up at the dragon with fearful eyes. He opened his muzzle to speak, but he knew he couldn't. Behind him, his brother started a low growl again. The young wolf was considering getting away and trying to slip out of the dragon's grasp just as Master Aerien came even closer to him. Kipp stood almost chest to chest with the taller dragon. Master Aerien's arm came to envelop him, almost hugging him in a loving way at first, but that hand trailed over his back all the way to his scruff and then, in a sudden movement, the dragon grabbed the thick fur behind Kipp's neck and twisted it.

Kipp let out a whine to the sudden pain. Before he could even react to it, the dragon used his grip to spin him around and then shove him towards the stall gate and force him to bend forward over the wooden beam. Kipp looked at Gavin inside the stall just in time to see his brother's feral eyes going wide, his muzzle letting out an outraged snarl as his sharp teeth started to show.

The dragon pressed himself against Kipp's rear. Kipp tried to pull himself up, but the painful grip on his scruff kept him bent over and exposed. Fear of what would come showed in his expression and it took some self-control to keep himself from saying anything or even making any sounds that could trigger the awful shocks from the collar. His eyes met Gavin's furious stare and he saw his brother's paws getting ready to jump.

"Lis'ieriah."

The dragon uttered that single word and, much to Kipp's surprise, his brother's snarling stopped right away.

Gavin stood there, on all fours, fur behind his neck standing and face full of anger. His teeth were still bared in his snarl and his eyes were still locked on him, but it was as if Gavin had been completely and utterly frozen. Noises of frantic breathing could be heard coming from his nose but that was pretty much it. Kipp's ears lowered as he recognized the same foul magic that had paralyzed him earlier as well. He knew first-hand how awful it felt to be frozen like that.

"No interruptions," the dragon said. He grabbed the string of Kipp's loincloth and undid it with ease, pulling it away from his body. "Your brother got his new purpose. Now it's time for you to finally fulfill yours."

The dragon tossed the loincloth Kipp had been wearing towards the frozen feral wolf. It landed right over his head, draping down from one of his ears. Kipp swore he could see the effort Gavin must have been making to move. The same effort he had gone through earlier, but not even his eyes were allowed to shift, locked into staring at them.

"I've been waiting for this for far too long."

Kipp tried to pull himself up. Without Gavin to help him, he was the only one that could still fight against the dragon, but a harder twist on his fur and a strong shove to keep him bent made him whimper instead. As the dragon pressed himself against him once more, the young wolf felt something else rubbing against his rear. Something long and hard that was ground against it under his tail.

"I enjoy the struggle of an unbroken slave, but it gets old pretty fast. Soon we're going to train you to be docile and willing. Eager, even." The way the dragon dared speak those words in such a casual tone, as if they were simple facts rather than the definition of his fate, made Kipp's face grow red even as he panted and squirmed under the dragon's hold.

"Besides, as I said, you are going to enjoy yourself greatly. You should be glad. Honored, even, to have the chance to please your betters like this."

Kipp glanced back just in time to see the dragon smirking. Master Aerien's other hand came down between them, then Kipp felt something lined up and pressing against his entrance.

"My favorite part. Now, stop struggling, or else..."

When the dragon shoved himself forward, Kipp let out a loud yelp. Inexperienced as he was in such matters, the feeling of the dragon's manhood entering him without mercy tore through him. As the dragon groaned and kept pushing in, burying a few extra inches of his member into the young wolf, he looked at his brother.

The feeling wasn't too different from what he felt all those weeks ago when Gavin, his own brother, had done the same thing to him. Now his brother stood there, watching with his furious look but unable to do anything, as the dragon took the liberty of repeating the act. It was the fate that Gavin had brought upon them when he did that. A pang of anger and outrage resonated inside Kipp when those thoughts spurred in, but it was a passing memory in his racing mind. As the dragon thrust in again, more of the wolf's ass was forced to spread to accommodate. Kipp could feel every ridge that adorned the dragon's cock as it popped in. The initial penetration was a painful experience for the young wolf.

The dragon then pulled out, which was just as intense as going in, and kept the wolf down against the stable stall as he assumed a better position behind him. Kipp was given no respite, for the dragon then shoved himself in again with way more ease than the first time.

"Nice and tight..." Master Aerien commented with delight in his voice. The dragon pulled out, shoved himself back in, and repeated the movement as he started getting into a slow fucking rhythm at first, but one that quickly increased in pace as the dragon's cock spread Kipp enough to go in and out with ease.

For Kipp, however, the experience didn't get any less intense. The initial pain subsided to some extent, being instead replaced by jolts that were a mix of pain and something else every time the dragon shoved his ridged member into him. He could feel them popping in and out and each time they did he grunted or whimpered with distaste. The wolf's eyes were watering, his ears lowered and his face burning up.

To think that he had once been a soldier fighting against these dragons in a war. Now he was bent over and being fucked by one.

Those thoughts spurred Kipp to fight back. He tried to push the dragon away, but he wasn't as strong or resilient as Gavin. The dragon hilted his cock deep into him in one fast motion as if in punishment and shoved Kipp's head down with the grip he still held on his scruff, forcing the wolf to bend over further for him and eliciting a whine from Kipp.

If anything, the struggling only spurred the dragon to fuck him harder. The thrusting rhythm grew in speed and, as it did, everything grew more intense as well. For the inexperienced wolf, it was hard to understand everything he was feeling. There was still some pain there, yes, but that cock, those ridges, every time they went in the wolf felt a renewed jolt of something. They grazed, rubbed and pressed against every single thing the wolf had in there and the reactions he felt...

It was only when the dragon pushed him further against the stable to improve his fucking angle that Kipp noticed the effects it was having on him. The wolf felt his cock slapping against one of the stall's lower beams. With everything he was feeling, Kipp hadn't even noticed that his own exposed member had grown out of his sheath. When he glanced down between his own legs he was almost surprised to see his cock there, bouncing up and down as the dragon shook him with his fucking, but it made sense. The jolts he felt were in tandem with the way his cock throbbed and pulsed when the dragon shoved himself deep into him.

Still, hidden pleasure or no pleasure, the sight of his own cock hard only brought a new wave of shame to Kipp. How could he be erect at a time like this?! The young wolf's eyes raised up from his member to his brother who stood right there, in front of him, with his eyes on him. Gavin couldn't move them but Kipp was pretty sure that his bouncing member was still within his brother's line of sight, which only made his shame increase tenfold.

"Nice, tight and soft as I was told..." the dragon said from above him. Even Master Aerien's tone has shifted from his usual elegant, calm tone to a more growly version of it. The dragon huffed and panted above him, the effort of the thrusting clear in his voice, but he didn't stop. If anything, he fucked harder. Kipp could feel the dragon's hard member going hard at him, but the more the fucking went on, the harder it became for the wolf to cope with what he himself was feeling.

Kipp's grunts became more akin to groans. Every time the dragon drove himself in, deep as he was going now, Kipp felt that jolt of something intensify. It ran through his body, but most of all it resonated with his own cock. The wolf's member, red and tapered, pulsed alone in the air in an unwilling response to it. All of it was intense enough for the wolf, but after a while of having to endure it, Kipp's eyes opened wide as he felt something else alongside it.

While his member was erect and mostly out of his sheath, Kipp's knot was still contained within the furry pouch. As it grew large enough, it would usually start to become uncomfortable for him until he pulled his sheath back and exposed it, but this time, though... This time, Kipp looked down at his own sheath because what he felt was not in tandem with his usual reactions to such things.

His sheath was indeed bulging out a little bit due to the growth of his knot, but though he could feel the sensitive bulb of flesh at the base of his cock grown, his sheath couldn't be pulled back. A glimpse of the jewel at the base of his pierced sheath reminded Kipp of why and, when it did, his eyes grew even wider.

The metal frame inside his sheath was keeping his knot stuck in there. Not only that, but as it kept trying to grow larger, the unnatural metal wouldn't allow it while, at the same time, it pressed back against it. A protuberance he hadn't felt before right against the base of his knot kept some pressure in there, squeezing it, and squeezing it more and more as Kipp's body kept being rocked by the dragon's fucking and his knot kept trying to grow more.

The feeling of tightness around his knot made the wolf gasp. The pleasure from the dragon's cock fucking him hard had already been intense before, but with his knot added to the mix, each thrust brought a gasp from Kipp, a groan, a moan. His eyes watered all over again to the sheer intensity of it and, as the thing inside his sheath continued to squeeze and press at his knot, the continuous pleasure that the young wolf felt coursing through him over and over again, ravaging him, reached an unexpected apex.

Kipp himself felt surprised when he felt a surge of something. A familiar feeling akin to pleasure, although dampened by the lack of touch and proper stimulation over his own member. That didn't stop his involuntary orgasm from making his cock throb once and spurt a surprise jet of cum up into the air. It flew into the stall, the orgasm so intense that Kipp's sudden explosion had his seed flying up in the air wildly as his cock kept bouncing up and down in tandem with the dragon still fucking him.

Kipp gasped without air. The thing squeezing his knot kept its relentless pressure on it as it grew into a fake tie. The knot stimulation itself was what triggered the wolf's unwilling pleasure. Shame washed over Kipp alongside the empty, weird pleasure of a touchless orgasm as his cock kept spurting jet after jet of seed without him meaning to. His body reacted as well, clenching down on the invading cock and making the feeling of the dragon ravaging him all the more intense as his orgasm ravaged through his body.

Above him, Master Aerien moaned with pleasure. During Kipp's forced orgasm, the dragon did not stop fucking and, as the wolf's unnatural pleasure started to die out, all the dragon did was speed it up.

Kipp was still being assaulted with a myriad of different sensations, most of all the great discomfort around his knot that couldn't grow and tie with his own sheath, when a longer groan from the dragon signaled the apex of his shame. The warmth that flooded his rear made Kipp's ears pin down against his head in deep shame. The dragon's seed. Deposited deep within him as if he were some common whore.

And all the while, Kipp's own cock kept dribbling seed. Still pulsing after an orgasm he didn't expect he would have and with a constant discomfort inside his sheath from the metal frame. When the dragon was done, he pulled out in a rough, unceremonious manner. As soon as he did, some seed started dripping out down the back of the wolf's legs to make him feel even worse about it.

The grip on Kipp's fur loosened, then let go entirely. When it did, Kipp didn't get up. He stayed there, bent over the stall's beams for support as he panted after the awful experience. Without the dragon's oppressive presence over him, Kipp's paw did move down to his own cock. It remained hard, as it usually would after jerking off, but with his knot thinking feeling like it tied to something he was akin to remain hard for even longer. Small throbs and spurts of seed remnants were also common in that case, but tied to his own sheath it meant his member remained hard and out in the open. Not to mention sensitive. When Kipp touched himself he winced for a moment and his cock let out another small spurt of seed.

The wolf's paw went to his sheath. The... thing in there keeping his knot at bay was terrible! The wolf's paw felt it inside his sheath and trailed over it, but he realized that there was no way he could remove it. Not with the way it was put in there. Not without the dragon's help...

"That was good enough for the first time." Not even the dragon's voice made Kipp want to look back at him. He felt ashamed and used. The very thought of the dragon made his stomach turn.

"It took longer than it should, though. If I turn out to be late to my appointments I will punish you when I get back."

A new bout of anger grew inside Kipp at the injustice of those words. It spurred him to actually stand up straight. Moving with his cock and knot the way they were felt uncomfortable, though. He looked back at the dragon in time to see him finishing putting his clothes back on already.

The dragon's eyes met his own, then the damned lizard smirked. Master Aerien's eyes trailed down to his hard member jutting out from his sheath and still leaking.

"You will get used to it," the dragon said as if reading his thoughts. "I don't want you back in the house until you stop leaking, though. If you get the floor dirty in there I will make you lick it clean. Stay here until it goes down."

The way the dragon spoke was so unceremonious that it was as if he was talking about the most normal thing in the world.

"Why don't you take the time to help your dear brother clean up while you wait? I must say, I like the look you gave him, but I think he might not enjoy it."

Kipp blinked. He didn't understand what the dragon said at first, but as he turned to look back at Gavin his ears flew right back down in shame.

His brother was still frozen in the very same position. On all fours, showing his teeth, growling... And right across his muzzle was a streak of pearly white. Some of it had gotten onto his paw as well and a small puddle of Kipp's unwilling orgasm rested on the floor as well.

"Maybe feed him as well, he's probably hungry. I will instruct you on how to better take care of him later." The dragon made his way back to the door while Gavin frantically looked for something to wipe the seed off his brother's muzzle. All he could find was, well... his own loincloth, which had still been draping over his brother's ear all this time as well.

"I expect you to be back in your room wearing your clothes by the usual time. If you are not there, I will punish you. Oh, and Lis'orogoth."

The dragon's last word had Gavin gasping. Suddenly his brother could move again and, in his all fours form, the first thing he did was shake his head back and forth before bringing a paw up to paw at it in an attempt to clean himself off. He failed at doing it properly, having no dexterity, so Kipp rushed in to help.

Glancing back, he saw the dragon looking at them and smirking before he left them alone in there. Kipp had never felt more ashamed, embarrassed and angry in his life, but he had a dreading suspicion that it was just the beginning of his new 'purpose' under the dragon's rule.