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On the Edge

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Karrn

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Karrn grinned, in his element while he was working the lights at the Friday evening dance at one of the biggest furry conventions in the States. The dance floor before him was filled with happy furries of all genders and species, coming together to party, to have fun, to see friends - anything went at a furry con. It was one of the dragon's favourite places to be, finally feeling at home again after dealing with the work and grind of the normal world outside the bounds of the furry fandom.

He spread his wings out to balance himself a little as he operated the lights, enjoying the thrum of music through his body, how even the bass rooted him in place. It made him feel more present than even he was, lights swinging, crossing the dance floor, a light show that everyone would remember as they glanced off the walls, everything running perfectly in time with the DJ's set.

The bass boomed and he parted his lips slightly, his blue scales dim from his position, though Karrn knew exactly what he was doing as he switched the lights on the crowd to flash, shifting through pink to green to gold and blue. Wait, blue? That wasn't meant to be on that set! Karrn chuckled to himself, shaking his head, and set up the correct cue, for even the drake had to admit that he had been just a little distracted.

He couldn't help that he was horny, but, of course, he still wanted to operate the lights. It wasn't exactly something that he was just going to turn down and set aside because he was a little bit fidgety, not quite knowing what to do with himself. He could have just gotten off before the con using his own paw, though there didn't seem to be at all as much fun in that, not for the dragon. He wanted to hang out with someone first, get to know them a bit - and then have that fun.

But working at some of the DJ sets at the con meant that he hadn't had the chance to get closer to some at the convention yet, which was proving to be quite an inconvenience to him too. Setting up the next light sequence, he rummaged in his overly deep pockets for his phone, dragging his short claws back against the fabric of his jeans as he did so. It was awkward, yes, but not overly so, not as he checked his phone and the Barq app: a well-known dating and friend app for furries. Just for anyone there that wanted to hang out, socialise and, yes, screw around too.

He flicked through profile after profile, able to search a list of furies who had said that they would be up for something at the con, though no one took his fancy. It was not that they all looked the same or anything, just that it was harder to see who the real anthro was behind the picture. Some had expansive text detail in their profiles that tired him just trying to read it quickly and others had only a snippet that didn't tell the dragon anything about them at all.

Karrn sighed. Nothing of interest, though they could very well be interesting to him if he was face to face with them. Things were different when they weren't just on a digital screen, nothing more than pixels. He wanted the real thing and to talk to someone, one on one.

Sex too... Damn it, he was really fucking horny.

He went back to focusing on the lights, not wanting to slip up. He wanted to come back to do the operating again the next year, though perhaps for not as many DJ sets as he had that time. It had proven to be a lot more work than Karrn had anticipated. Maybe that was why he was having trouble finding someone?

After only a short time, he checked his phone again. And that was when things got interesting.

A message?

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Karrn grinned as he opened it - within the Barq app. Huh, he hadn't scrolled over that account yet and, strangely enough, the profile was empty too, with no profile picture. The name read <anonymous>, though that was, quite frankly, annoying. Who couldn't think of a username?

Ah, actually there was one photo in there - a cock picture. Rather typical, though it was a rather nice canine dick with a fully engorged knot at the base, a red-brown with a good, tapered tip. There was no kink list either though or no other information, bar a single line marking them as a dominant.

He scrolled down, reading the message.

Anonymous: Meet me at 1:10 in the backstage hallway. Third door on the right, last stall. Don't be late.

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Karrn raised an eyebrow, the anthro dragon's tail swinging lightly behind him. Who did they think they were to just start off with bossing him around like that? Yet his body clearly responded to it differently, a sense of tightness growing around his crotch as his cock made itself known once again. It swelled a little, plumping out with blood, need rising within him.

Damn it...

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As suspicious as it was, kind of off-kilter...he still wanted to see. He was curious, though when had that ever set him right? Karrn shook his head, letting out a soft sigh that made his nostrils flutter, his tail hanging a little bit lower.

But he didn't have to worry about it right away, no, not even as his tail swished back and forth, the tip flicking, agitated in his arousal. The DJ had changed the music to a calmer set and he cursed under his breath, hastening to pull down the faders to stop the light show.

Ugh!

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He shouldn't have been so distracted, but he was. Karrn ground his teeth together, resolving to concentrate for the rest of the show.

Yet his mind wandered and drifted, all the way up to half midnight, his shift ending at one. Had that other guy realised that his shift finished at one? So that he would be able to make the bathroom at ten past? It seemed like they could have been watching him.

He still didn't know, even though Karrn rocked his weight back and forth, not quite knowing, the shift of his weight in his shoes uncomfortable, his tail weighting him backwards. Just how was he supposed to work something like that out? He could have been walking into something seedy...

Sometimes, it all came down to a snap decision.

As his replacement, a red panda, headed in to take over the light controls for the rest of the night and the dances, he took a breath and smiled, waving as he stepped away. It was a front and a face that he was putting on, trying to quell the suddenly frantic beating of his heart. Why was he so damn nervous? He had no reason at all to be nervous!

And yet he still was. Yet, he still felt unease twisting and coiling and pooling in the pit of his stomach, swirling about, back and forth, leaping up and down. He wanted it and yet there was anxiety there too, excitement fluttering.

It was all just so confusing.

Without letting himself think about it too much, he headed backstage, glancing about, his scales prickling. He had a right to be there, he didn't have to be so nervous. Yet...he was anyway. Maybe for other reasons.

Heading down to the third door, he realised, quite aptly for such things, that it led into the bathroom. Karrn leaned back, the dull thump of music from the DJ emanating through, though it was softened slightly back there.

"Well..."

He took a deep breath, his cock twitching within his jeans. He hadn't bothered with underwear that evening, thinking that he didn't need it, which he regretted in hindsight. If Karrn had had something to keep his throbbing dick in check, well, maybe he wouldn't have ended up in there. But that was not something that Karrn was ever going to regret.

He ducked into the bathroom swiftly, going for the last stall, thankful, at least, that it seemed to be empty in there. The floor rose coldly against his feet, even though he was wearing shoes; it somehow felt chillier in there than out on the dance floor. That did make sense, considering the number of bodies out there, even if it seemed to set the bathroom apart.

Slipping into the stall quietly, as if he was afraid of disturbing anything, Karrn exhaled softly, making sure to lock the door behind him. Whatever the hell he was getting into, even if it was kinky, perhaps, he didn't want to be snuck up on. Even a drake like him had to be careful, despite him thinking that he was more than capable of both protecting and looking after himself.

"So... What's this all about?"

It had to be getting on to ten past one in the morning by then; Karrn had never felt so awake. Glancing around, he startled faintly, for there was one feature of the bathroom that was very much not supposed to be there. Like the gloryhole set into the side, dark and gaping, as if it was inviting his attention even then.

"Oh..."

He had to admit it; that was kind of hot. But there was no one else there, not in the bathroom - he would have heard them by then if they were there. Karrn flicked his tail uncertainly, wondering what he was supposed to do. Was he supposed to be the one to stick his dick through the gloryhole, like he was waiting for someone to come in and get a surprise cock? But, no - the crude lines and scribblings around the gloryhole seemed to suggest (if he was trying to decipher them) that it was the receiving end, the taking end.

Butt here!

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Suck me off!

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Blow me!

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xxx

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"What's that last one supposed to mean?"

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And lots of arrows pointing into the hole, though those could have referenced the top or the bottom side, quite frankly. A line of tally marks seemed to denote the number that had been serviced, or had serviced others, in there.

Karrn shivered, unable to deny the heat pooling in the pit of his stomach.

"Mm..."

He smirked faintly, head twitching up as someone else came into the bathroom. That was what he was waiting for, turning around, though it was inviting to open the door, to see who was there. They had asked him to go into the gloryhole stall for a reason and, damn it, he wanted to see what they had planned out for him too.

Maybe I'll get my muzzle fucked good and hard...

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That would be a start, at least, even though he would have much rather gotten off, considering how his cock had leapt up to rock hardness, as if it had only been waiting for the cue. He wanted it, yes, his arousal tangling with his sense of better judgement. For Karrn, it had always been like that.

No, he had to hold back, stepping back in anticipation from the glory hole, just so he could best see what came through it. He wouldn't open the door, he'd allow the other guy his anonymity, just as he seemed to want.

Yet there was not a canine cock of any kind pushed through the hole as the fur on the other side unzipped, no. It was a paw that came through with grey fur - perhaps a wolf, not a dog like he'd assumed. It was still a very nice cock that he'd seen in the picture, even if he had not quite been able to decipher the fur that it was attached to. Did it even matter?

"Uh..."

Karrn rubbed the back of his neck, though the other anthro was quiet, merely gesturing with their fingers, indicating for him to put something through the hole. That had to be his cock, right?

The dragon licked his lips. He hadn't expected that. Frankly, Karrn wasn't at all sure what he had expected, though most doms that he had had fun with before liked getting their dick sucked, whether they were a gentle dom or a rougher dom (as long as he was in the mood for it, he was up for that too). Did they get off from bringing someone else off, perhaps, a different rush of control? Karrn could get behind that.

Ah, to hell with it...

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He still didn't quite know what he was doing and getting himself into, but Karrn no longer cared. It was impossible to care much when it was not as if he could think of any possible way that it could come back badly on him. Just a bit of fun...and he was definitely due an orgasm!

Slipping down his jeans and unbuttoning them, he eased them down only enough to free his swelling shaft, the waistband stretching a little where it had that little bit of give in it, allowing the dragon to keep his length out. It was a little more comfortable like that, though the fabric hung a little awkwardly around his thighs, slipping where the denim didn't quite catch on the rougher edges of his scales.

He'd just have to deal with that.

"Alright then..."

Karrn muttered to himself, as if the dragon had to ever so slightly psyche himself up for what he was doing. He hadn't had a drink since that burger at lunch, not wanting to drink on an empty stomach, and he had tried, at the very least, to keep a clear head while operating the lights too, avoiding alcohol. For things like sliding his hardening, pink shaft through a gloryhole he would have liked the slight fuzz of alcohol around the edges of his mind. That was not going to be possible, however, not unless he backed out of the gloryhole and the bathroom, the tapered head of his cock leading the way, as it always did.

"Mmm..."

A low hum from the other side of the wall. Maybe the wolf liked what they saw? That was good, though Karrn shivered, shuffling in a little closer to the wall and huffing softly as he rested his paws against it. The dragon's fingers splayed out, though the hard plastic of the dividing wall between the stalls swiftly warmed to the growing heat of his scales. It had a slight texture to it and, as the wolf on the other side ran his paws over Karrn's cock, Karrn did his best to ground himself. Even if he was sensitive, he didn't want to cum too quickly.

That wouldn't have been any fun for him.

"Unff..."

Karrn grunted, his nostrils flaring as he puffed out breath. That felt rather good, in fact, his sensitive cock throbbing and twitching lightly, the faintest sheen of pre-cum lingering at the tip. The fur on the other side thumbed the head of his cock lightly, smearing that pre-cum over the length a little more, just for an added bit of slickness. It was by no means enough to lube him up entirely, though the dragon found himself rather getting into it. It was interesting, though not for the first time, to have all the attention on him, and he caught himself sinking, with a soft sense of heated luxury, into it, more and more.

He tried to roll his hips as he grunted again, wanting to be quiet, but not quite finding that he had it in himself to do so. The wolf gripped his cock firmly, pumping up and down, and Karrn sucked in a breath.

"Ah, fuck..."

Such a simple move - and yet it hit all the right spots for Karrn, with how it mimicked thrusting. He wanted to thrust, to hump and to grind, to lose himself in the rhythm of sex. And yet the gloryhole forced him to hold back, to keep his distance, even as his knot ached at the base. It was not always obvious, at first glance, that he had a knot, though it was somewhat common amongst Western drakes. It was soft at that time, though the tingling prickle of sensation aching through it told the tale of orgasm wanting to pull through him, of wanting to go all the way, of needing, so very desperately, to release that carnal desire of spending his seed.

"Mmm..."

Karrn's eyelids fluttered; the drake resisted the urge to close his eyes. Not that there was anything for him to see there, though he didn't want to give in to absolutely everything, not quite yet. A submissive pull tugged him closer to the wall, swallowing the whine in his throat as the wolf's apparently skilled fingers slid down around the base of his cock, squeezing faintly.

Ah... He must have worked out that Karrn had a knot then. And Karrn liked how the wolf was taking his time, rubbing around the head of his cock, pausing whenever Karrn wasn't quite able to hold back and let out a little grunt or groan of need. Following what Karrn liked, the tiny giveaways that he let loose with regard to the desires of his hard-on, the wolf stimulated him, though Karrn was even more surprised when a hot, wet tongue lapped lightly over the head of his cock.

Karrn was not able to stop himself from groaning that time, shuddering and thrusting forward so that his hips slapped the dividing wall. The wolf knew that he had him then, slowly, torturously patient, taking the length of the dragon's cock into his maw. But not all the way, all at once, no. That would have been too easy for the dragon as Karrn whined and puffed, his tail curling and flicking, back and forth, within the suddenly tight confines of the bathroom stall. It was claustrophobic in there but the only way that he wanted to "get out" was through the wall, to really get every last drop of whatever the hell it was that other anthro had in store for him.

As it was, the wall and the gloryhole kept him nicely in place for the pleasure of his dominant of the moment.

His cock warmed as the wolf curled and lashed his tongue against the underside of his cock, scooping the flexible appendage along Karrn's sensitive length. The drake moaned, tipping his head forward so that his forehead rested on the wall. His entire body quivered. He didn't know how it was possible to be so needy and yet he let the wolf take him along, exactly as the dom wanted him to be taken. The wolf seemed to find all the sensitive spots, even how he liked a twisting lap of the tongue, curling around the base of his length and then spiralling, to the extent of what a muzzle could do, as it was dragged back towards the tip of his cock.

He couldn't stop himself, however, from aching closer and closer to that high of orgasm, tension coiling in his loins. It had to come, grunting, licking his lips, unwittingly showing the wolf just how close he was.

The wolf drew back a little and Karrn didn't think twice before slamming himself all the way up against the wall, hips rammed forward, not wanting to lose an inch of that muzzle. The wolf seemed to let out a breathy chuckle, tickling the head of his cock lightly, though Karrn would not have cared one little bit even if the wolf had been laughing at him. How could he care when lust was rising, the need to cum growing stronger and stronger as the wolf gripped the base of his shaft, squeezing that softly growing knot.

With his body pressed up tight against the wall, his knot swelled, the drake panting heavily. The wolf had his entire cock within his paw, not quite taking him into the back of his throat; that was only due to his knot, which the wolf had in his fingers, massaging and stimulating it, making it pump up more and more at that edge. It was the edge of no return, when the drake would tumble into the delirious freefall of climax, all with the wolf there to catch him at the bottom of it.

He liked that part too. The part where a dom protected and cared for him. Even though Karrn was a switch, he did enjoy submitting more and, also, playing the part of the dom caring for his sub. All in all, he submitted more than he dominated.

His knot inflated fully and yet the drake did not realise what had happened. Not for a few moments, at least, not until the wolf softened his stimulation, drawing back as the dragon gave a needy, frustrated whine.

"Oh, come on!"

He wasn't supposed to be demanding, not like that, yet Karrn could not stop the words from bursting from his lips. He had been so close! Hadn't the wolf seen that? Or maybe that was the entire point of it as he tried to pull back, just so he could adjust his stance a little, and found that he could not.

Damn it!

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His heart pounded, mouth suddenly dry. He'd knotted the wall! His knot had swollen to its full size, so large that he couldn't even pull back through the gloryhole! He was stuck! What the hell was he going to do?

The wolf murmured, sliding his lips almost tenderly around the head of his cock, cradling the sensitive glands on his tongue. Karrn chanced that there was a hint of a smirk on those lips, pulling around his cock, his heart leaping in his chest and thudding almost painfully. Although the stimulation was there, the wolf changing up the game and using his paw to trace and run his fingers too lightly along his cock, it was not enough to get him over that edge, to cum. With his dick stuck through the wall too, it was not as if Karrn could even pull back to do it for himself either.

He didn't want to change the game himself though - what good would it do? He was stuck there, yes, but that must have been what the wolf had planned all along. It was clever, really, even if it left him twitching and curling his toes in anticipation of a climax that just didn't seem to be coming anytime soon, no matter how much he ached for it.

Karrn swallowed hard, burning around flickering tantalising through his body, teasing him with the release that he had just been denied. There was frustration simmering beneath it too, though Karrn found that he rather liked it, though he hoped that things were not going to go on for too long.

With my cock like this...I don't exactly have a choice in the matter.

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He was sure that he could have asked the wolf to stop and he would have, there was no sense in him that things were proceeding without his consent. Yet he had to give up that control to the wolf as he sucked on his cock, bobbing his head quickly, overstimulating him.

But briefly.

"Ah!"

Karrn yelped as his orgasm surged - and yet the wolf pulled back yet again! A laugh rose from the other stall that time, but the wolf waited only long enough for his cock to stop twitching as if he was about to blow before using his claws, wickedly, on the dragon's knot.

That was not something that Karrn had experienced in a long time, feeling like he was about to blow, the sharp prick dangerous and yet something that Karrn longed for, all the same. Heat rose within him for a third time - and, still, he was denied.

So, the new game began. Karrn clamped his jaws shut and tried to be as still and as quiet as possible as he was brought, repeatedly, to the edge of orgasm and then back down again, never quite allowed to pass that point into climax. If he was quiet, perhaps, the wolf would miss the signs that he was about to cum and let him get off. It was a bit of a cheat on his part, yet the dragon was more than willing to play dirty to get what he wanted.

The wolf was smarter than him, however, maybe more fox-like as he swapped to light, slow strokes, using the dark pads on his fingers to caress Karrn's cock. It could have been sweet if not for the wolf's ulterior motive, backing off the moment that Karrn's cock throbbed deliciously. He could not see visibly just how much his cock was jerking and twitching, but it had to be enough of a giveaway as to his need that the wolf was able to tell that he was about to cum, even without Karrn vocally grunting or more.

He couldn't do anything but languish there, heat building, his scales itching all over, his body trying to make sense of the overstimulation and myriad of sensations without even the hint of true release. Mostly, the wolf only used a single claw to tease him, circling the head of his cock until Karrn let out a needy cry that was almost a sob, the need to cum encompassing his entire body.

He didn't beg, however, gritting his teeth hard. No, he'd go through it all, he vowed to himself, though it was not a vow that anyone was ever going to hear aloud. He wanted that high, though he was at the whims of the wolf, shuddering and groaning, even letting out a needy little whimper that didn't sound as if it was at all right in coming from his lips. It did not even sound like the dragon at all.

He tried pulling back, subtly at first and then obviously, all so he could take matters into his own paws and jack himself off, yet it was a mindless move, not something that was going to get Karrn anywhere. He was well and truly stuck in the gloryhole, all because of that damned knot as he tried to rock his hips against it, humping without thinking.

It was harder and harder to think about anything, forgetting himself, moaning loudly as he tried to get release through any means possible. His cock dribbled and drooled pre-cum as if he was climaxing, yet that was nowhere near as satisfying as what he could have had if the bliss of orgasm itself was permitted to him.

Time lost all meaning, his world reduced to nothing more than the shake of the dividing wall and that glorious paw, sometimes the wolf's paw too. Now that he had gotten him right where he wanted him, the dominant wolf seemed to use his paw more, gently stroking Karrn's cock as he groaned loudly, a sheen of saliva marking the corner of his lips on one side. He was so far gone that he could barely even bring himself to swallow, need rising with nowhere to go.

"Mmmm... Please..."

That was the only beg that was going to pass his lips, though it was not as if it fell on ears that were at all listening to him, oh no. The wolf would not have started a game like that if he was going to let Karrn get off that easily. Karrn humped to the limit of the gloryhole, sliding his cock as far through it as he possibly could, though the wolf wasn't impressed by that, not at all. He squeezed Karrn's knot and the dragon whined, a higher pitch than what would have usually come from him, the drake's head spinning until, once more, the wolf released him at the point when the dragon would have tipped over the edge.

The edge... Always on the edge...

And yet it seemed that that orgasm that Karrn longed for so much was not to be. The desperation lacing itself through the dragon's cries did not sway him, not as the wolf left Karrn's cock alone entirely.

"Unff... Mmm..."

A grunt came through the wall - one that did not belong to the dragon. Karrn took a breath, trying to regain some sense of himself, all as he strained to hear, panting so hard that he could feel the lick of his own breath tickling his damp lips. Yet all became clear as the wolf finished himself - instead of the dragon! All Karrn was aware of was the hot, wet splatter of what had to be cum over his cock, panting his length, marking the wall and dripping down to drool even more thickly over Karrn's cock.

The drake moaned, trying to focus on that pleasure, though it was still not enough, the trickling, oozing, dripping sensation of cum slipping over his cock, to get him off. He panted heavily, missing, at first, the sound of a door opening and closing, the wolf leaving. He only realised that the wolf was gone when a sense of quietness and emptiness encompassed the bathroom, leaving him there with his cock dirty with another's seed and a hard-on with nowhere to go.

Karrn wriggled and squirmed, not sure what to do. He could have thrust and tried to still get himself off but that most likely wasn't going to get him anywhere. To get back out through the gloryhole, before someone else came in to taunt and to tease him, he would have to calm down, to allow his knot to soften, all while he wanted the exact opposite to happen. Well, he wanted to cum first, then have his knot soften, though everything was all bundled up and tangled in the lacking privacy of his own mind.

Still, with his hips shifting from side to side, his weight pushed back onto his heels, it took the dragon over thirty minutes, by his very rough estimate, to calm down again, his knot softening only enough that he could finally grind and awkwardly tug his half-flaccid cock back through the wall.

"Mmmnngghhh!"

He groaned, shaking his head. He wasn't even fully soft, not by a long shot, but that wasn't going to happen for a while, no, not as he licked his lips and shook his head. It was hard to make sense of all the tiny shifts and sore spots in his body. It was as if his entire body had been caught up in the lack of orgasm, muscles tense in places that he would not have expected to come into play when it came to denial.

"Unff... What the hell..."

The dragon groaned, though only then noticed that something had been pushed into the stall. Without pausing to sort his cock out - he still wanted to get fully soft before he was comfortably tucked away, and it was coming down - he dubiously picked it up. Just a small, black bag, though something shifted inside it.

He tentatively opened it, as if expecting a shock inside, though it was not something that was going to snap at his fingers. No... It was something that tried to get his cock hard right away, even when it was designed to do the complete opposite thing.

A chastity cage, one designed for dragons that would fit over his slit and keep his dick inside. He gulped hard, shifting his weight, his tail pressing back against the opposite wall. Was he supposed to...use it? There was a lock attached to it but, terrifyingly, no key.

He ignored how that made a warmer kind of honey-like heat simmer in the pit of his belly.

"Fuck that..."

He swore when he wouldn't have usually been so crude but he was needy and, damn it, he was going to get off. He gripped his cock, pumping his paw up and down with methodical determination, yet, to his frustration, it seemed that the endless edging had done too much for him.

"Come on... Come on..."

Karrn muttered to himself, trying to get himself off, even trying some of the tricks that the wolf had pulled on him, though it was all to no avail. He couldn't get off and the most his cock managed to produce was pre-cum in a slicker, clearer dribble than before. Maybe he just needed a break?

Unable to grant himself the relief that he so sorely needed, the dragon groaned and sat down on the toilet, with the lid closed. Yanking out his smartphone with more sass than needed, he toyed with it, distracting himself while his body softened and eased, the lines of tension running through his cock letting it slowly slip back into his body. It still took a good while, for he had been rather riled up with nowhere to go, though Karrn didn't know, quite honestly, what else he could do.

He scrolled through cleaner, less saucy sites for a bit, until his cock was fully flaccid, thankful that no one popped into the stall beside him, for he needed the privacy for a bit. His nerves had reappeared but if he wasn't going to be able to get off, then at least he should have some different fun, perhaps...

Anxiety twitched and fluttered in his belly and the drake whined, his cock finally fully soft, the overly sensitive, aching head easing back into the slit right at the base of his abdomen.

"Finally..."

It didn't feel good, however, it still left him needier than he had ever been before. All pent up and nowhere to go to spend it.

So, he'd take a chance, making his move before he could change his mind. Maybe it was a silly choice, considering all that Karrn had been through that night, into the early hours of the morning, already, but sometimes the stupid decisions brought the most fun.

He took the chastity cage, turning it over in his paws before finally sliding it into place, the metal adjusting around the tops of his thighs, though in such a way that it was not restricting his motion. It was almost more like a chastity device that a dragoness could have worn, or any femfur, but it stopped him from reaching his slit, even as he took a deep breath, steadying his nerve and closing the clock.

It clicked shut decisively and Karrn tugged on the catch experimentally, trying to open it. No dice, no movement at all. A deliciously terrifying shudder rippled through him, all the way down the length of his tail. He was locked in, of his own accord, and there was not a damn thing that he could do about it.

So, Karrn did the only thing that a dragon could do and that was putting his clothes back on and smoothing everything back into place, right where it belonged. He headed back to the dancefloor, feeling too awkward and tense to head back to his room yet, needing to let off some steam, even if he still couldn't get off. That kind of had been his fault though.

Yet he was not even halfway there before his phone dinged with a message through Barq.

Anonymous: Your decision?

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He smirked and ducked into an alcove, private enough to pull his jeans out and take a quick photo with his phone, showing the chastity device locked in place.

With a tap of his fingers, he sent the picture straight to the wolf, the guy who now had his cock all locked up and the key to it. If there ever had been a more deliberate means of control, it was not something that Karrn could think of.

Anonymous: I knew you'd be a good little dragon.

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Karrn blushed, the blue of his scales heating up.

Anonymous: Room 608. Tomorrow, 10 pm. Don't be late.

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His cage grew tighter around him, his cock straining, with barely withheld arousal, to push out. And yet Karrn had made sure that it could not do that, the strain delicious, even as his sexual frustration grew.

He'd anticipate the next evening and meet up with his need aching ever higher, though he wasn't looking forward to spending the hours until then incredibly horny. Maybe, however, it was something that he would get used to...

The whole thing about being on the edge, that was.