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Civil Duty, Slave Duty for Sanmer by Draconicon

Though he had a kink in his back, Hardrock couldn't imagine going home just yet. There was a need in the back of his head to go somewhere, to relax. And considering something he found in his costume's pockets while he was looking around for inspiration, he had just the place to go.

The dragon landed with a thump outside the big red club, smiling at the sound of the beat coming from inside. He was momentarily disappointed at the sight of the massively long line, but that wasn't a real issue for him. Perhaps for the people in line, but not for the superhero. Or as his new card called him, a very important superhero.

Technically, it didn't say that at all. It just said VIS Membership over the club's logo, but what else could it mean? Hardrock smiled, remaining in his latex costume as he strolled by the long line to the back entrance. He knocked on the door and presented his card to the slot that opened. One short scan later, and the door opened.

"Hello?"

There was no answer from inside. The dragon blinked, cocking his head from side to side. Usually, there was a guard, or some sort of official by the backdoors. Security of some sort, at the very least; otherwise, a club could get overrun with people that didn't belong there sneaking around the back. He was honestly a little surprised that nobody had so far, particularly with this being the VIS entrance.

"Better tell someone about this when I get inside."

Hardrock stepped forward -

"GAH!"

• And was instantly assaulted by an electrical charge through his mind. The dragon wanted nothing more than to pull away from the door, but his body kept walking, almost as if it were moving on its own. Hardrock tried to step back, but it was immediately clear that his body was not following his orders. Whoever was controlling it wanted him in the club, so in the club he went.

The door closed behind him as soon as his tail cleared the gap, and the formerly dark room lit up almost immediately. The walls were plain, a dark gray save for a blackened video screen on the far wall. A few shelves out of sight had several boxes on them, too dimly lit to make out just what they were.

Hardrock tried to open his mouth to shout for help, but just like walking, it was impossible. His jaws refused to obey him. Hell, even his eyes refused to obey him, leaving him staring forward like some sort of robot, or zombie, or -

Bzzzt!

The television crackled to life with a sudden surge of electricity. The dragon could only make it out through the corner of his eye, but he could see people moving on the other side, and as they moved, he moved, turning to face the screen more directly. On it, he could see two naked men sitting together on a couch. One was a familiar shop-owner, an olinguito that had sold him his current nanite-generated costume, while the other was a fox supervillain he was all too familiar with.

"Hello there, big boy. It's been SO long since you've visited."

"Hon, it's only been a day."

"Hush, Olly. It feels longer."

White Tail? How could...wait... Hardrock's head ached as his confusion was answered with memories. Buried, forgotten memories of the last three weeks. Memories of being someone else. Not Hardrock, but Rock Hard, a stripper and toy in the club beyond. Memories of being caught by the White Tail, of being stripped, reprogrammed, and -

"Anyway, Hardrock, glad to have you back again. The club is going to be very happy to have their favorite latex muscle dragon back. I had to send a few villains home with an amnesiac treatment after your last performance; you did so well that they wanted to steal you from me. The nerve!"

"Hehehe, though it was fun enjoying them before they were sent home. They were begging for more; seriously, they looked like some of our playthings, didn't they, Whitey?"

"Some of them. I think we'll have even more fun with our dragon today, though. Don't you think, Hardrock?"

Like hell you will!

"Of course, masters. I would be happy to serve my betters."

Oh damn. Damn...he's gotten a lot better than he used to be.

The fox and olinguito on the screen chuckled, and Hardrock realized that the two of them were naked, their hands in each other's laps. Both of them seemed rather busy, too, to his own humiliation.

"Let's start with changing that costume around, Hardrock. That's not nearly what you need to look like for our business."

The costume...Hardrock couldn't look down, but the White Tail solved that problem in a jiffy. The video screen split, one half occupied by the masturbating villains, while the other half was filled with an image of him in the room. His costume, a plain black bodysuit that showed his muscles and covered just about everything else, was easily seen against the lighter background, and his crest - a rock with an H and an R above it - was his traditional hero look.

Before his eyes, it began to change. The latex spread away from his chest, leaving just a central patch of it between his ribs. The blackness around his neck pushed up over his head, rapidly moving past his jawline and over his head like a hood. It didn't do much to conceal his identity, considering it was completely skintight and showed every detail of his scales, and even left him eye-holes, but it made him look different.

The latex continued to peel away, leaving him barefoot and topless in short order. The muscles under his scales seemed to look even more defined than before, and he swore that there was an oily gleam left behind as well.

"Nanites are such wonderful things, aren't they Olly?"

"They are. I'm glad we were able to work in a few extra features."

"Yes, the oil production does leave a nice, smooth look on our playthings."

The latex continued to pull away, even pulling away from his crotch and letting his cock flop down. Not entirely uncovered, however. There was a layer of latex that surrounded his balls and wrapped tightly around his shaft, like a sort of sleeve, or some erotic style of underwear. Instead of giving him some relief, it only humiliated him more, particularly as it was left to bob and wave rather than being held against his crotch.

Strands of the black latex ran up from his crotch to the patch on his chest, finally ending around his neck and connecting to the hood he now had to wear. The latex around his ass shrunk too, leaving little more than a g-string that slipped almost entirely between his ass cheeks, making him feel like he was completely naked.

Even the emblem on his chest was changed. The rock had shifted, flowing around from the jagged-edged stone to something smoother and more like a pillar. More like...

"A cock seems a suitable emblem for you, Hardy. Don't you think, Whitey?"

"Considering how many he'll be riding and sucking and serving? Completely appropriate."

The letters were reversed, too. Hardrock was rapidly becoming Rock Hard, in all the senses of the word, as his cock unwillingly hardened. The fox chuckled.

"Yes, that's another lovely function. He's not been soft for weeks anyway, but it's good to give that a boost every now and then."

So that's why I haven't been able to make it go down...

Suddenly, his body was on the move. Without warning, the dragon was under the control of the villains again, his arm reaching up to the shelf and pulling down one of the boxes. It wasn't familiar, but it was open.

As soon as he reached inside, he knew what it was. The memories came rushing back again, and he groaned as he pulled out a dildo that was shaped just like a dog cock, complete with a knot at the base as big as his fist, and the cock not all that much smaller.

"You know what to do, Rock Hard. Give us a show, and after you clean up, you can get to work."

A sho- Oh, no...

He was already squatting towards the dildo, his legs spread out wide as he stood on tiptoes. His knees bent him down further and further, until the tip of the dildo touched his hole through the latex. The dragon would have bit his lip, but his body was moaning already, aroused without his consent.

It pushed down, not even bothering to pull the latex to the side as it dragged the dildo into his hole. The latex stretched, pulled into him and stretching around the dildo as the dragon's body sank further and further down it. His hole was kissed by the knot before he started rising again, the toy spreading him out wide. His cock started oozing almost immediately, leaking into the latex.

"A pity that you're not quite so well endowed as some dragons, but we have ways of making sure you get off quickly. Olly? If you would."

"Happily, hon. Happily."

Hardrock could only watch helplessly as the latex built a tube out of the tip of his cock, growing outwards and heading towards his mouth. It joined with the latex around his lips, forming a spigot against his tongue that there was no way to escape. The taste of his own pre flooded his mouth, and he involuntarily swallowed. The suction from his swallowing felt like a blowjob around his cock, and this time, his moan wasn't entirely forced.

"That's it, Rock Hard. Now bounce; you don't have much time, after all."

Bounce, bounce, bounce went the dragon's hips, each one taking him down to the knot on the toy. Each time he went down, his cock bobbed, squirted with pre, and he had to swallow it down. And each time he swallowed, he could feel his cock throbbing all the harder from the extra suction put on it, making it so that there was more pre to swallow, more stuff to make his cock hard, more need to deal with.

Up, down, up, down, back and forth he went, the toy getting closer and closer to popping into him, and his orgasm getting closer and closer. He groaned, trying not to think about what was being done with his body, but it was all he was allowed to think about. What few thoughts he had were slowly disappearing, as if they were being folded away, sent somewhere else.

"I'm getting bored, Whitey. Should we speed this up?"

"Unfortunately, we should. We are on a schedule, after all."

The fox pressed something, and Hardrock's eyes went wide as he hit the ground, his ass cheeks pressed against the floor as the toy popped into him. Even the base seemed to try and wiggle in, and the latex g-string seemed to fold around it, holding it in place.

"There we are. Now, who are you?"

The dragon looked at the screen. This time, there was no fighting, no worries, no second thoughts. He grinned.

"I'm Rock Hard! A Very Important Slut!"

"Heh, yes, yes you are. Now get to work, big guy; you got a lot of customers tonight."

"Yes, sir!"

Rock Hard got to his feet, walking through the door into the club as the tube disappeared from his mouth, leaving his cock hanging free. He would have a long night ahead. Of course, eventually he'd have to leave for...something or other, but he was always back. This was where he spent his nights. Sometimes he wondered where he spent his days, but it didn't really matter; this was the fun stuff anyway.

The End