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Sroth was just an average dragon: strong, proud and independent, with deep green scales and two ivory horns jutting back from the crown of his head. He was not the largest of dragons, or the fastest, but he liked to think his combination of talents set him apart from the rest of his kind, to be as strong, as large and as fast a flier as he was without any of those abilities taking away from the other two.

He drifted slowly over the mountains towards his home, scanning the valleys below and the sky around him to see what other dragons were around. He was on his way back from a human town not far from the cluster of mountain caves where he and about twenty other dragons had made their homes; while human intrusion on the life of his kind had annoyed him some, at first, he'd grown to accept their presence, and there were some things about them he liked. The most prominent of these was their worldwide news, which allowed him to know everything important that happened in the world that day, keep up on the progress of dragons attempting to gain rights in less developed human nations, see if any dragons had done something notable, and anything else he might want to know. All he had to do was fly into town and sit down for an hour or so in a snack-house with some deli meat to munch on and watch the big screen hanging from the ceiling, and it would tell him everything he wanted to know.

Gliding over a large valley, he saw another dragon circling there, and while he growled a little, he dipped a wing to acknowledge him after a moment. The dragons he lived with were mostly dragons he'd known his whole life, but they lived independently and did not form clans here as other dragons had been known to, which made disputes over territory and mates inevitable; they were not friends--though he got along well with some of them--merely dragons who happened to live in the same area.

Well, there was one of his neighbors he wanted to get closer to...

She was there on the ledge when he came in to land, sprawled out on her side and sunning herself in the late-afternoon light. So beautiful, he thought, purring automatically at the sight of her; those shining silver scales, her graceful form, that long thick tail of hers... And her cave was just a few lengths from his own. The ledge she laid on spanned the mountainside between their two caves, and they generally thought of it as shared territory, as there was more than enough room on it for both of them and their favorite sunning spots didn't interfere.

He landed on the ledge not far from her and folded his wings, then turned towards her and tilted his head. "Hey there, Saya..."

The silver dragoness did not respond.

His face warmed with anger and embarrassment at her blunt ignorance of his greeting, but after glaring at her for a moment he realized what he should have already noticed: she was asleep. Oh well, he thought, tail flicking as he turned away to walk into his cave; he'd just wanted to say hi anyway. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate... he wanted to get a chance to court her, mount her, and eventually sire eggs with her, but the situation just never seemed to feel right. He thought he was handsome enough, he thought he could impress her if he had a chance, but whenever he wanted to say something, to take that first step towards asking her to be his mate, it always seemed that she would be about to fly somewhere, or he hadn't groomed recently enough, or there was another dragon around, or... And if he took that first step, he wanted to be sure she would accept it; he had few fears, but one of them was that he would somehow embarrass himself when he attempted to court her, and be rejected, so he just kept waiting for that perfect moment.

Sroth walked into his cave, preened his wings for a little while, then as the sun dipped below the mountains he glanced out at the ledge again, just in time to see Saya getting up from her spot on the mountain face. He purred softly and walked outside, dipping his head in greeting. "Hello, Saya."

She growled softly and lowered her head in return. "Hello, Sroth."

He paused and looked into her eyes--those amber eyes of hers were so captivating!--and opened his mouth to speak again, but no words came, her beauty had so distracted him. He worked his jaw for a moment, almost like a gasping fish, before finally managing, "how was your nap?"

"Pleasant," she flicked her tail. "I like resting in the sun."

"So do I," he purred again, more loudly. "It gets so warm on this ledge in the afternoon..."

She yawned. "It does; that's the main reason I chose this cave."

He cocked his head to one side. "Is that so? Are you sure it didn't have anything to do with its location, or the size of the mountain, or the other dragon living there?" he unfurled his wings a little and raised his head, posing just a little for her.

"I definitely chose it for the ledge," she chuckled, though she gave an appreciative flick of her tail at his display, "though it did have some to do with the dragon who lived nearest to my old cave. He was such a brute, and so rude, and vulgar... He would not shut up about how he wanted to get under my tail, and he was always acting as if I should have been the one asking him for a chance to mate, then I finally just couldn't listen to it any more and had to find a new cave. I'm glad you aren't like that."

"I-- Oh," he lowered his head. How was he supposed to ask to court her after she'd just said something like that? The mood was all wrong, he would have to be the absolute essence of manners if he wanted to try it now, and that was never how he'd imagined the moment going... "Thank you," he finally managed. "I'm glad you like me better than him, because he wouldn't court you properly, and I-- and I'm not so rude..."

Saya chuckled again.

He hesitated, unsure what to say next, and the silence between them stretched, and stretched, and stretched... "I-- I have to sleep now," he stammered before it could feel any more awkward. "Good night, Saya!" he forced out, then hurried back into his cave, already growling at himself at how clumsily he'd taken the conversation and how embarrassing his retreat had been. How was he supposed to impress her if she thought he didn't even have the intelligence--or confidence--to speak smoothly? Why did something always have to go wrong whenever he approached her? He growled softly again, then walked to the back of his cave to curl up there and rest. One of these days, he'd get the chance he needed to try to court her. One of these days...

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Birds were singing nearby. A lot of birds, singing loudly, their different songs overlapping and mixing, coming from seemingly all around him... Why wouldn't they stop? Sroth was so tired, and he'd been having such a wonderful dream--

What were birds doing in his cave?

He took a deep breath, scenting the air, and raised his head to look around. While the air had a similar smell to that in his cave, it was thicker and the smells of plant life and humans were stronger, while his own scent was muted... He wasn't in his cave anymore! He opened his eyes to see trees and bushes surrounding him, roaring softly in alarm, and he was lying on grass instead of the stone of the floor of his cave: he was in a forest clearing. The scent of the air meant he had to at least be close to his home, but the scent of humans was much weaker in the mountain valleys, which meant he had to be closer to town... a park, maybe? The plants around him did look fairly well-tended...

He growled uncertainly and turned his head to look around--and was shocked again by what he saw next. Since he hadn't moved aside from his head since waking up he hadn't noticed, but now that he'd swung his head around to look he could see leather straps pinioning his wings against his back, more of them that made him raise his tail and curl it uncomfortably all the way up over his back to attach to a collar around the base of his neck, shackles binding his forepaws--though the chain linking them seemed long enough to allow him to walk normally--and... What was that strapped to his belly?

Curling up for a better look, he discovered that not only was he currently fully aroused and exposed, but there was a clear plastic cylinder wrapped snugly around the full length of his cock. He peered closely at it: his dragonhood seemed unharmed, at least, but within the plastic case there was also a tight silver ring around the base of his shaft, a device that seemed to be meant to ensure he stayed fully aroused whether or not he wanted to be.

Right, he thought, growling to himself, this is coming off now. He checked the buckles first, but each had been locked shut by a padlock, so he brought a claw to one of the straps binding the device to his groin and tried to cut through it, but his claw only dug the slightest bit into the leather before exposing a thick metal cord beneath--something he had no chance of sawing through. Testing the straps on his wings and tail produced the same result, so he turned his attention to the plastic cylinder encasing his penis. He carefully prodded it with a claw, noticing briefly that its exterior was shaped just like his shaft trapped inside it, then dug his claws into the plastic and cut: nothing. His claws hadn't even left claw-marks on the plastic, much less actually dug into it, so he tried again, pressing harder, and once again the plastic was unmarred.

He snarled, wrapped his paw around the plastic sheath, and pulled, but the straps held it in place so well that he couldn't budge it even the width of a claw. Pausing, he pulled again, then squeezed the plastic between his forepaws--not only could he not cut through it, but the sheath was so strong that his cock couldn't even feel when he squeezed on it! He brought his snout around to his belly next and tried to bite through the device, but even the strength of his jaws wasn't enough to damage the plastic or even press strongly enough for him to be able to feel any sort of squeezing on his shaft. His fire wouldn't be able to destroy the straps, not without burning himself in the process, and while the plastic might be easier to melt he knew that doing so would be incredibly painful and could very well end in him damaging his dragonhood beyond repair, which was something he couldn't risk.

Sroth gave up on the plastic sheath and tried for a couple more minutes to try to work his way free of his other restraints, but they had all been shut securely around him and seemed dragon-proof; whoever had tied him up like this, it seemed he'd be staying that way until he was set free.

Resigned to being stuck within his bonds for now, the green dragon stood up and looked around, but could only see forest around him. Where was he? And speaking of his captor, who exactly had tied him up like this, and why? He tried to walk around and explore the forest, only to meet resistance almost immediately: the collar around the base of his neck was chained to a stake driven deep into the ground, and would not come out no matter how hard he pulled on it. He growled and tugged futilely on the chain for a few moments, then gave up and looked around again. What now? He was tied up and couldn't leave the little clearing, and he couldn't hear or smell anyone else nearby...

He shivered as a little wave of arousal ran through him, looking back towards his hindquarters and seeing his cock hanging stiffly from his loins within its clear plastic sheath, still fully hard even though he hadn't given it any attention--and couldn't even if he wanted to, if his attempts to remove the sheath were any indication. Growling to himself, he tossed his head in an attempt to shake the arousal from his mind; he had much more important things to think about right now than a dragoness with her tail raised.

"...hello?" he said softly, looking around and wondering if his captor was hiding somewhere nearby, watching him, but after there was no response he raised his voice and tried again. "Hello!? Can anyone hear me?"

"Hello to you," came the reply, and he started so violently he nearly fell over: the voice had come through so clearly, and so close... He turned his head but saw nobody, then paused; something about the voice had seemed strange, how it had only been audible in one of his earholes, how it sounded a little unusual-- Wait! He brought a forepaw up to the side of his head and felt a small earpiece there.

"Yes, I'm speaking to you through a radio," the voice continued, speaking so neutrally that he couldn't even tell if it belonged to a human or a dragon, let alone male or female. "Anyway, it seemed that now would be a good time to contact you, since you've explored your restraints well enough to give up trying to escape, and you're pretty calm."

Sroth snarled, looking around at the brush surrounding him but unable to see or smell anyone. "Who are you?"

His captor gave an emotionless chuckle. "If I wanted you to know that, I wouldn't be using a radio to talk to you, would I? All you need to know is that I am the one who has restrained you, and that your bonds will not be removed until I see fit."

He growled, tugging on his leash more to show defiance than in hope that he would actually be able to escape this time if he tried again. "Why have you tied me up like this?"

"Because I want to play a game, and you seem like a fun dragon to play this game with," the voice laughed.

"And what makes you think I'm going to play this 'game' with you?" he snarled again.

The voice turned suddenly hard. "You will play with me because if you don't, then you will never be set free."

He dug his foreclaws into the soil. "I am not your slave! You can't just kidnap me and tie me up and expect me to follow your orders!"

"And how do you plan to stop me? You cannot escape from your restraints, and I will only let you out of them if you play my game. So if you ever want to be set free..."

"Help!" Sroth howled, craning his head back so his voice would carry as far as it could, but it was echoing oddly... "Can anyone hear me? I need help!" The plants around him seemed cultivated, almost arranged, which meant humans must have built it, and if they built it then they would be nearby, which meant they would hear him and come to his aid!

"Nobody can hear you. You are currently inside a collapsible plexiglass dome set up around that clearing, and no matter how loudly you roar you can't possibly make yourself heard through it. Again, the only way you're going to be freed is if you play along with me."

"No! I'm not going to obey you!"

The voice laughed again in a way that made him very, very nervous. "Is that so? Perhaps you would like a demonstration of how you will be punished if you don't."

"You don't scare me!" he roared, tail lashing the little bit it could in the straps that held it. Sure, he couldn't find a way out of his bonds, but they didn't keep him completely helpless and he was certain that whatever his captor tried, he could defeat.

"All right then, you asked for it..."

He braced himself for whatever was to follow, all his senses alert for whatever was about to be sent to attack him, to hurt him, to try to torture him into submission, but he wasn't going to let that happen; he was a dragon, and dragons did not give in. Bound or not, pain didn't scare him...

But his 'punishment' wasn't pain, as he suddenly discovered: the tight ring around the base of his cock began to vibrate, emitting a low buzzing noise, but because of the sheath that encased his penis its vibrations were transmitted all the way from the base of his shaft to the tip, making him moan and shudder uncontrollably at the sensation. He squirmed briefly, purring, then couldn't help but press himself against the ground and hump the grass beneath his belly, the pleasure had so consumed him. He kept it up for a little while, but before long doubt began to creep into his mind: the sheath was too rigid for him to be able to get any more pleasure from the ground he was grinding against, and while the stimulation he was receiving was powerful, it was just weak enough that he could already tell it wouldn't be enough for him to orgasm--but it was going to get him painfully close.

Sroth whined nervously and eventually managed to control his lust enough to stop rocking his hips, but knew he wouldn't be able to last very long before he gave into the sensations again. He knew he could take pain, but to be assaulted with constant, not-quite-strong enough pleasure was something entirely different, and if he couldn't find a way to get it to stop, and soon... He curled up again to fight the sheath with his fangs and claws, trying to get past it and break the cockring this time, but once again the plastic proved impenetrable and the ring was too well-protected for him to get to. Before long his arousal was simply too strong for him to be able to concentrate on escape any longer, and he succumbed again to his lust, moaning with every breath and thrusting into his paws even though it didn't do any good for a full five minutes before he even realized what he was doing, and that it wasn't getting him anywhere, and that if it wasn't going to give him a climax, soon, then he had to find a way for it to stop...

"Fine!" he cried, before the denial could torment him long enough to make him desperate. "Fine, I'll play your stupid game!"

But there was no response.

He shuddered as the vibrations continued to pleasure him--just not as much as he wanted! "I give up! I'll play along, just make it stop!" Oh, it felt so good, he just needed it to be better, so it could take him just that little bit higher and he could orgasm... He whined and continued to hump his forepaws, trying as hard as he could to give himself that tiny bit of stimulation he needed, but it was no use, and the vibrations weren't getting stronger, or weaker, just keeping him at that same wonderful-but-horrible level of arousal...

"Please!" he howled, shaking as he tried, and failed, to control himself. The sensations had been so incredible at first, but now he needed them to be more powerful, to take him to that climax they'd brought him so close to... He was so close! It would just take the slightest bit more, if only the vibration would increase, or he could somehow find a way to touch himself through the sheath... He whined and stared longingly at his cock, right there between his hind legs and less than the width of a claw away from his questing paws, but impossible for him to touch within the sheath no matter how hard he tried and how close it seemed... "Please, I'll play your game! Just let me cum!"

The vibrations shut off as suddenly as they'd begun, and he howled in despair, humping still harder into his paws, but it was no use, and his arousal slowly faded to a more controllable level--not enough to keep him from thinking about anything else, but still strong enough because of the tightness of the cockring to make sure he couldn't forget about it entirely. "Please..." he gasped, finally able to stop his shivering after a few more moments.

"If you can win my game," the voice said, "then your reward will be an orgasm. Does that sound a little better to you?"

"Yes," he panted, getting his four paws back under him and slowly standing, head low. After the denial he'd just suffered through, he'd do about anything in order to get the climax he so desperately wanted... "I will play your game."

"Good! Your objective in this game is to complete a set of tasks which I will give to you. Each task will have a time limit, and while a few of them may sound easy at first, you may find things more difficult when it comes to actually completing them..."

Sroth growled softly and tried to find a way to get his tail into a more comfortable position, but the straps held it tightly arched over his back, as if he was a dragoness presenting her sex to a potential mate... If only there was a dragoness around for him to mount! "I understand," he said, shaking his head and trying to pay attention.

"You will be expected to complete each of these tasks in your restraints. In addition, when you successfully complete each task you will be tied up a little more securely, making each successive task more difficult than the last. But if you can complete them all, then you will be allowed to orgasm before being set free. However, if you should fail any of your tasks, then that vibrator will be turned back on and you will be left alone in your restraints to suffer for as long as I see fit."

He shuddered at the thought, moaning softly as he remembered how horrible such torment had been just a few moments ago.

"Would you like to begin the game?"

He growled to himself, trying to think. If he didn't play, then he would be teased and denied orgasm, unable to free himself or stop the torment. If he played, and failed, he would be teased and denied orgasm, again unable to free himself or make the torture stop. But if he played, and managed to succeed... It seemed it was his only way out. "Yes," he said, growling more loudly with determination, "I am ready."

"Good! Your first task is a simple one: there is an intersection of two walking paths through this park not far from the clearing you currently stand in. You must find this intersection and walk across it at normal speed, speaking to nobody, and making no effort to hide your restraints or your arousal from the people and dragons walking there. Once across, I will direct you to another clearing, where you will be further restrained and where a van is waiting to take you to the location of your second task. Do you understand what you must do?"

Wait, there were going to be people seeing him tied up like this? And he wasn't allowed to hide from them? No, nothing was worth such a level of humiliation, but what way did he have of convincing his captor to stop? "But... Isn't public exposure like that illegal?"

Another chuckle. "You are correct, but I will see to it that our game is not interfered with, so you do not need to fear being arrested. You have ten minutes to complete this task, and that time will start as soon as your leash detaches itself." There was a hissing noise, then some parts of the sky above him distorted as panels of the plexiglass dome folded away. "The dome is now open. You will find the intersection you must cross if you walk directly forward for three minutes." Something on his collar clicked, and the chain binding him to that spot fell away. "Go."

He growled, but started to walk forward, weaving through the trees as he searched for the paths his captor had told him about and keeping alert for humans or other dragons in the forest. His shackles didn't slow him down much, though he had to be careful the chain linking them didn't get caught on anything, but the way his tail was raised made his back and hindquarters feel strange, and he felt like he was waddling, his tailhole exposed and his rump waving almost comically back and forth without his tail hanging there and swishing gently behind him as it usually did. Being tied up like this was bad enough, to be trapped, forcibly aroused and able to see his cock so clearly, but unable to touch it no matter how badly he might want to... But for others to see him like this? For anyone, human or dragon, to be able to look at him, see the way he'd been tied and know that he'd been weak enough to be captured and bound helplessly in such a revealing way... Anyone who saw him wouldn't even have to try to get a good look at his hard cock, or his tailhole, and he growled again at the thought of being forcibly exposed to whoever happened to be on the paths when he got there.

After walking for a little while he began to hear noises up ahead, a mingling of human and dragon voices engaged in various conversations. He slowed nervously and peered ahead, crouching instinctively to hide himself and his arousal and crawling forward through the underbrush--he wasn't allowed to cover himself on the paths, but as long as he was in the forest he'd do the best he could to avoid notice. Another few steps brought the edge of the forest into view and he crept forward still more carefully, doing his best to see out onto the paths without putting any of himself, even just his snout, into view of anyone who might be there.

"Damn it," he growled to himself when he saw what waited for him: two paths through the park intersected in a large open patio with benches all around its edges, and it was far from empty. Many of the benches were occupied by humans, a few dragons sat nearby as well, and still more of both species walked across the square, chattering happily to each other and enjoying the clear sunny day. In all, there were at least fifty pedestrians in the square, and more seemed to arrive as quickly as others left.

His captor's voice buzzed in his ear once again. "Proceed directly across the intersection, and I will guide you to your destination from there. Remember: you may not move any faster than a walk, you may not speak to anyone, and you may not make any attempts to cover yourself up. You have six minutes remaining."

Sroth groaned softly; the open space looked wide enough that it could take as long as a full minute to cross it, a full minute with everyone in the intersection staring at him, and his bonds, his exposed penis and under his tail... This was going to be so humiliating! Why couldn't he disobey, just stay hidden, or find some way around--or ask for help! All he would have to do was stick his head out of the bushes and say he needed help, then someone would come help him escape, call the police, help him get away from his captor...

But would they really be able to help him? All his restraints were locked shut, which meant it would probably take special tools to get him out--tools nobody in the intersection would have with them--and he'd have to suffer more of those horrible vibrations from the moment he spoke for however long it would take for him to go somewhere his bonds could be removed. He shuddered at the thought of having to go through such torment again, then realized something else the voice had said: his captor had claimed he could keep the 'game' from being interfered with by police, and if he could keep police away, he could probably prevent everyone else from helping him, too. And if nobody would or could help him, and speaking meant he failed the task, then had to suffer through that torture for however long his captor chose... The memory of the first time he'd been teased and denied made him shudder again, shaking his head back and forth. He had no choice: he had to obey and complete the task, no matter how humiliating it would be.

Resigned to obedience, he waited as long as he could to see if the crowd would thin out any, but without knowing how long it would take to get to the next clearing he knew he couldn't afford to wait long. He paused a few moments longer, growling and nerving himself up, then stood up and stepped out into the open.

Those close to where he'd exited the forest stopped talking immediately to stare, and the whole intersection gradually went quiet as more and more of the pedestrians noticed him and his strange appearance and turned their heads to gape at him. His face flushed hot with embarrassment and he forced himself to just keep walking as he felt every eye in the intersection on him, on his chains and his hindquarters, keeping his head low and hoping that none of the dragons there were any that he knew. The crowd's silence persisted for a few moments longer, those in his immediate path thankfully hurrying to get out of his way, but then the whispers started.

"What the..."

"What's going on?"

"Who is that?"

"What is that he's wearing?"

"Ew! What does he think he's doing, walking around out in the open like that?"

He growled under his breath and kept his head low, doing his best to ignore them, to concentrate on just walking evenly, and while a few of the bystanders seemed to be pointedly looking away so many more of them were still staring, still talking as if he couldn't hear them, and he still had half of the intersection to cross... Oh, this was so embarrassing! One human stood still just barely out of his way and he raised his head a little to return her gaze, wincing at her stunned, revulsed expression; it would be so easy to ask her for help! All he would have to do was say that he needed help, then everyone would know he wasn't doing this willingly, that he was someone's captive, and then they would be able to help him escape!

But no, he let his head fall again with an unhappy, barely audible moan; his captor had the power to stop police and surely also had the power to keep them from assisting him, and if he spoke up then he would be forced to endure those terrible sensations for who knew how long. He stared intently at the ground beneath his snout and forced himself to keep going, each level step bringing him closer to the other side of the intersection and to a place where he could hide again...

"That's disgusting!"

"What the hell is he doing here?"

"That's just sick... why do dragons insist on doing these kinds of things to themselves?"

His tail tried to lash with anger, though it couldn't move more than the tiniest bit in the straps that held it in place, and it was all he could do not to roar at the last man who'd spoken--how could someone possibly think he'd willingly humiliate himself like this? But he wasn't the only dragon who didn't take the comment well, and thankfully the crowd's attention was diverted as three other dragons confronted the man who'd spoken. That left him to walk to the other side of the open space, pass between two benches and endure a few more stares from the humans who sat there, glad his scales wouldn't show his embarrassed blush, before he finally slipped back into the forest.

He sagged with relief as he was able to put a thicket and some trees between himself and all those people, finally out of their sight again... Groaning, he turned his head to look back at himself only to be greeted by the sight of his still-hard cock, the humiliation he'd just been through having done nothing to dampen his forced arousal.

His captor supplied his next instructions after another few moments. "You will find the next clearing if you walk straight ahead at normal speed for one minute, and you have three minutes to get there."

Sroth didn't tarry where he'd stopped, in case anyone who'd seen him at the intersection of the paths decided to venture into the forest for another, closer look, and made his way on through the forest, jumping across a stream in his path and forcing his way through a some nettles, but just as the voice had said, he arrived at the next clearing after about a minute.

"Congratulations!" the voice said cheerily as he stepped out from under the trees; there was a small metal stand at the center of the open space, and a van was parked with its back doors facing him across the clearing. "You have completed your first task. Before you can move on, however, you must first receive some additional gear. Approach the stand at the center of the clearing and place your forepaws into the compartments there."

He growled softly, but obeyed, walking over to the metal stand. He looked closely at it, then stuck his forepaws into the two holes in its top and waited. There were some whirring and clicking sounds from within the stand, and he felt something press against his paws, then ball them up and wrap something tight around them, and after another sharp, metallic click the top of the stand opened, revealing what it had done.

Tight leather mitts had been strapped around his forepaws, the buckles locked shut, and he flexed his claws experimentally: he could barely wiggle them back and forth, much less use them to cut or grip anything. The chain connecting his shackles had also been replaced by a much shorter one, and when he tried to take a step forward he found it much more difficult, nearly losing his balance as the chain restricted his movement even more than he expected; if the way his tail was bound didn't stop him from using it to help balance himself, it probably would have been faster and easier to try to walk on his hind legs instead of all fours.

The rear doors of the van opened to reveal its empty passenger compartment, which seemed wholly isolated from the cockpit. "If you'll get into the van and place your paws on the green patches on the floor, we can proceed to the next task. I recommend you hurry up, because the faster you move, the sooner you'll get to the next task and the closer you'll be to that orgasm I promised you..."

"I'm going," he growled, and shuffled carefully over to the van, then reared up enough to step inside. It only took a moment to find the marked patches the voice had mentioned for his paws, and once all four of his paws were in position, his bound forepaws beneath his chest and his hind paws at hip width, little compartments in the floor opened up and fettered his four paws in place, binding him securely to the floor of the van. Even though he was bound, the shackles were positioned so he could sit comfortably on his haunches--though sitting that way did make his tail even more uncomfortable--and as the doors closed behind him and the van started to drive away he settled down for the ride.