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[b][u][center]Rings of Proper Posture

for FriskeCrisps

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

"Look, uh, Drac," Crisp said as the dragon 'helped' him out of his pants. "I know that you're selling a lot of writing and you want to start doing art to go with it, but, uh, do you - oh god, this is just...embarrassing..."

"Crisp. We've [i]literally[/i] had sex. Multiple times."

"It's one thing to have sex and another thing to model naked!" the wusky grumped.

"Heh, well, you're going to have help, so don't worry your head about it too much."

His roommate wasn't making that particularly easy at the moment. While Drac was completely casual about the whole thing - and he still wasn't convinced that there wasn't some trick to this whole thing, considering that the black dragon was kinky-ace and seemed to need convoluted stuff to get off to stuff - he was the exact opposite. The black and white wusky kept grumbling, the hybrid shuffling from one socked foot to the other as he strove not to pop a boner. Considering that the black dragon's face was almost right in his crotch and he could feel every one of his roommate's hot breaths, that was really, really hard.

[i]Nnnngh...why me...[/i]

Well, he already knew the answer to that. Drac needed someone that he could draw that wasn't going to go blabbing to his clients that he was doing something different. Despite being a magical dragon, he knew that Drac made most of his money crafting erotic stories for the public. It was easier to stay under the radar by doing mundane things instead of trying to make a living with magic that most people didn't believe existed, from what the big guy told him.

And now, he was moving on to art...and he needed a model.

"Alright, out of the underwear."

"Do I have to?" Crisp moaned.

"Yes, yes you do. Particularly if you want a cut. Most people like a boner out in the open instead of hidden away."

"I'm not most people!"

"Clearly. Now, come on. Off, or I'll shuck you right out of them."

"Mmmph...socks too?"

The dragon nodded.

"Mmmph..."

Crisp worked his way out of the last of his clothes and set them aside. He stood with his hands behind his back, dick already starting to push upward, and he hated the fact that it felt so good to be naked for someone to see.

"W-well?"

"Not bad, but you do need that help. Here, let's do this the quick way."

"What do you mean -"

Click.

Crisp blinked as a series of gold bands came flying out of nowhere, swirling around him like a swarm of insects looking for a meal. He yelped and spun in place, swatting at the air until -

Click-click.

A sudden weight on his wrists froze them in place. Nearly dragged off his feet, the wusky looked down, staring at the golden bands that had wrapped themselves around his wrists. They glowed, tugging his hands up in the air, and he was helpless but to follow along, his arms obeying them rather than him. Up, up, up until they were linked well over his head, forcing him to stand on tiptoe in the process.

More rings drifted over his hands, one going over each finger. A faint chain took shape, linking the rings together with the bracelets, and he groaned with an embarrassed blush on his face as he realized that they looked almost like harem jewelry. They tingled, too, warm and faintly buzzing against him, and it felt...kinda good, much as he hated to admit it.

"What's all this?" he muttered.

"Something to make sure that you pose the way I want. Legs."

He yelped as two more bands flitted in, one hitting each ankle and wrapping around them. When they pulled tight and dragged against his legs, he started to realize why his roommate kinda liked the feeling. They had heft and substance to them, making him think about his paws in a way that he normally didn't. Considering how big and obvious they were, he imagined that it would make it a lot harder to wear some of his shoes, as well.

The bands lifted his paws off the floor, one after the other, and toe-rings slid over his digits just like the finger ones had. Just like with his hands, they formed chains running back to the anklets, jingling ever so softly. While his hands buzzing quietly was just like a faint massage, he had to fight giggles as the ones on his toes did the same. It tickled [i]much[/i] more than he expected.

More and more bands and rings descended on him. Armbands wrapped around his upper arms, and a pair of smaller, slimmer ones wrapped around his thighs. A broad one wrapped around his neck, more like a collar, while a gentler, thankfully lighter one rested right over his balls, forming a mild weight that held them down.

But it was the cock-rings that really got to him.

"Mmmph...oh god...nngh..."

It was not only embarrassing, but far more sensual than he expected to have a trio of gold rings being pushed down his cock. One after another, they slid down, one stopping at the base, one at the middle of his dick, and one right at the very tip. The wusky shivered, curling his toes - the soft clicks of the rings made him blush worse, reminding him that they were there - as the three golden bands felt like they were just humming away, keeping him hard.

"Mmmph...what are...are these -"

"They're going to pose you, so I can get some good references," Draconicon said.

"Please, please, [i]please[/i] tell me you're just going to take a bunch of pictures."

"Why would I do that when I can keep you like this as long as I need?"

That was what the wusky had been afraid of. He groaned as the black dragon settled into place on the other side of the living room, getting comfortable on the couch while Crisp stood in the middle of the living room. Before he could protest, the dragon flicked his fingers, summoning a sketchbook with one gesture and -

"Gah!"

Crisp spun around with the other one, standing profile to the dragon. One of his hands went right to his ass, squeezing one of his cheeks without parting it, while the other went down to his cock and balls. He posed with them gripping around his shaft, rubbing right at the base of his boner without going further up, with some of his fingers wrapped around his balls, as well. Every instinct in him said to stroke or let go, but the rings held him there, keeping him from moving or shifting his position in the slightest.

"Nnngh...Drac..."

"Just hold that one - actually, hang on."

Crisp bit his lip as he was forced to shift position a bit further, the anklet at the bottom of his left leg getting pulled back. One foot flat on the floor, the other one with sole showing, he was made to pose and show off and -

[i]Fuuuuuuuck, this is embarrassing...[/i]

In addition to the tingling, massaging, tickling feeling of the bracelets, anklets, and rings, he had to deal with the constant hum against three parts of his boner, making him throb all the harder. It wasn't even close to enough to get him off, but it was more than good enough to leave him shivering and panting as it continued.

Draconicon made a few marks with his pencil in the sketchbook, then clicked his fingers again. The rings and bands dragged him around, re-positioning himself. This time he leaned back against the wall, his hands framing his dick, thrusting it forward between his palms. It throbbed, bouncing, and he panted as the collar made him arch his back, almost thrusting his chest forward like some wanton thing.

"Drac...nnngh...c-come on...this is...this is mean..."

"It's also sexy, and you know that people are going to buy this."

"Mmmph...but it's...it's me..."

"Yeah, well, we both know that you need the money, and that boner isn't just from the rings, is it?" Draconicon chuckled. "Now, let's get through a few more positions, huh?"

Crisp didn't have a choice as the enchanted gold bands kept moving him from one pose to another. Every time that they took control, it was like his body just stopped listening to him. Even resistance seemed to go out the window, replaced with obedience. It was like the bands made him into a doll, nothing more, and nothing less.

He blushed as he was flipped around, made to push his ass back and keep his tail up high. The few times that they had done anal had done nothing to stretch his ass out like some of the stories that Drac wrote, but the feeling of showing off was bad enough. He could feel the air on his pucker, and that left his face burning more than -

Then he was on his back, one leg pulled to his chest, the other thrust out. His toes curled and then spread, showing off his soles and his pads. He bit his lips as he felt the sheer [i]tease[/i] that his body was doing, wondering how it would look to someone else, only to groan as he realized some part of him liked the idea of being shown off. He leaned his head back, shaking his head, trying to kick the idea out of his skull.

Shift.

Shift.

Shift.

He went from showing off his feet to showing off his cock again, on his hands and knees. Then he was on his side, one leg up, a hand spreading his rim and a finger dancing along his hole. Then he was on his back, hips thrust up, showing off his cock. Then he had to do a handstand against the wall, his cock pointing right at his face, the ever-lengthening string of pre-cum running from the tip getting closer and closer to landing on his cheeks.

Every single shift came with another pulse of pleasure that matched his own shameful excitement from the constant exhibitionism. Crisp had never, ever shown off this much before, and the times that he and Drac had sex, it was mostly in the dark, or more fetish-y, or something that made it easier to deal with. Just...showing off...It was hitting buttons that he hadn't felt since the green shoes, and having a friend do it made it all the more embarrassing.

He was right on the verge of cumming, he realized, and he bit his lips with a quiet whimper. Draconicon looked up from his sketchbook, his head cocked to the side.

"You okay, Crisp?"

"Mmmph...j-just getting...getting really close."

"Oh, that all?"

"A...a little much...Can - can I just -"

"Oh, you can get off, sure. I need to learn to draw that, too."

"Drac, I - NNNGH!"

The rings ramped up their buzzing, and he was suddenly humping the air. Unable to stop himself, the wusky felt like he was fucking empty space as the vibrations grew so much more intense, rocking him right down to the core. The rings buzzed right against the most sensitive spots of his cock like crazy for one, two, three seconds before -

"NNNGH!"

He came, and he came hard. Each shot of cum arced out of his cock hard enough that it almost touched the ceiling, and it landed in the carpet in white lines that ran most of the way back to the dragon. He kept cumming for almost thirty seconds, and even then, the humming barely went down enough to let him catch his breath. The wusky slumped back against the wall, wheezing, only to hear a soft grumble from the dragon.

"Ha...ha...sorry about...about the carpet, I'll clean -"

"No, no, I just didn't get a good enough reference."

"..."

"We're gonna have to keep you cumming for a while."

"Drac...please..."

"Don't worry, shouldn't take longer than five minutes of rolling orgasms."

[i]...This dragon is trying to kill me...[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Crisp is posing for Draconicon to try drawing, and the wusky learns that the dragon wants specific control here.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Body Control, Rings, Posture, Showing Off, Exhibitionism, Helpless, Draconicon, Wusky, Dragon, Forced Orgasm, Hands-Free Orgasm, Orgasm, Cum,