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Sroth couldn't touch himself.

There was a cockring around the base of his shaft that kept him hard, it was vibrating enough to make him hump uncontrollably at the empty air at his belly but not enough to take him to orgasm, even though he needed a climax so badly... There was even a dildo stuffed into his tailhole, rubbing against his insides with each thrust of his hips and making him moan and shiver at the strange sensation. He wanted so badly to take his paws to himself, his tail, even his mouth, but he couldn't! His paws were anchored to the floor of the van he rode in and also strapped inside thick mitts, making them useless, his tail was tied so he was forced to raise it like a presenting dragoness--though now his forced display had been accepted, by the dildo in his rear, he thought with a shudder. And not only was he bridled and blindfolded, but now there were reins that tied his bridle to the wall in front of him that wouldn't let him curl his head around far enough to reach his belly...

Not that it would have done any good, he reminded himself, whining in need as he continued to rock his hips back and forth. The plastic sheath that encased his cock was too stiff for him to feel anything through no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get it off, he couldn't get the stimulation to stop... He whined again, straining to move his forepaws, to turn his head, but the anchor his paws were bound to was too strong, the bit in his mouth dug into his gums when he pulled on the reins and it hurt so much--but he needed to touch himself so badly! He thrashed, growling with frustration at his helplessness as he strained to free himself, but it was useless; his bonds were far too strong, and he could barely move in his state. He was trapped. Nothing he could do but keep thrusting at air, keep squirming with desire, keep trying to find a way to get out so he could touch himself and get that orgasm he needed!

Nothing changed no matter how hard he struggled. The vibrator kept on going at that same maddeningly light pace, the cockring and sheath gripped him just as tightly as they had ever since he first woke up in his bonds, the toy in his tailhole kept stimulating him that same way... He continued to thrust a little while longer, then remembered: when he'd first boarded the van after receiving the dildo, he'd tried to sit down, and it had pushed the toy a little farther into him. Would that help get him closer to climax? He tried it, lowering his rump to the ground but continuing to hump the air, so the base of the toy hit the floor of the van when his hips rocked all the way forward, then moaned and thrust a little harder, muscles in his belly and hindquarters clenching as the toy went even deeper into him, pressing up against something within his rear that seemed to really enjoy being touched... The dildo came back out a little--as much as the strap that kept it inside him would let it--as its base left the ground, then pressed up against whatever part of his insides that was again, making him shudder and groan with lust at the feeling, arousal building even stronger. His body liked the new sensations so much that he couldn't stop, humping the air and grinding his rump into the floor of the van, moaning with pleasure.

Sroth kept it up for nearly a full minute before he realized what he was doing. There was a dildo shaped like a dragon's hard cock stuffed up his tailhole, he'd willingly taken it inside him, and now he was riding it like he was a mounted dragoness! He whimpered, head drooping, as he realized how humiliating it was to do something like this to himself, but at the same time it somehow felt too good for him to stop, the stimulation feeding his lust even if it still wasn't enough to even get him close to orgasm. He whined in a combination of need and embarrassment, wishing there was a way to get this torture to stop, a way to break free, a way to cum...

How had he let this happen? A day ago he couldn't have imagined being captured and made helpless by a human, willingly doing any of the things he'd done, obeying so many orders just to get permission to have an orgasm... And to take something up his tail like this, willingly, was the worst of them all--especially when he was enjoying it so much! How, how could he have done something so humiliating, how could this have happened to a dragon as strong, as proud as him... He whimpered, a couple of tears spilling from his eyes to be soaked up by the blindfold as he still couldn't stop himself from pressing the dildo in and out of his rump; there was only one answer to that question.

He'd been broken.

The realization was nearly too much for him to take in his helpless, aroused and denied state; he began to cry, sobbing fitfully even as he rocked his hips back and forth, his body still craving as much of the vibrations and the dildo's movements against his insides as it could get while his mind tore itself apart. It was true... it had to be. There was no other possible way he would have done this to himself, no way he wouldn't have done everything possible to fight back and even then refused to give in, staying defiant until his captor either gave up or had the driver shove the toy into him by force--he shivered and moaned quietly at the thought. But something about this awful denial had stopped that, made him so afraid of disobedience that he'd been willing to humiliate himself this much just to avoid the punishment... After the first couple of tasks his thoughts had never turned towards getting revenge on his captor, or attacking the driver, or any of that: he'd only wanted it to stop, wanted to be let go so he could return to his cave, wanted to be allowed to orgasm, and those were not the wishes of a dragon as proud as he'd been before, they were the thoughts of a coward, a weakling... him.

Sroth tried to force the thoughts from his mind, tried to get control of himself enough to stop crying, but he couldn't, he couldn't concentrate with the stimulation still tormenting him so much, he was too weak to have any self-control anyway... Please let this end soon, he thought, whimpering, then shuddered with arousal as the dildo seemed to press into him a little differently, feeling even better than it had before. I can't take any more of this... I just want to be free again.

But would he even be set free? he couldn't help but wonder, remembering the dragoness he'd just met and the human master she'd obeyed so willingly. His captor had broken him, now, reduced him to nothing more than a toy to abuse, who would do anything just to avoid punishment and for the promise of an eventual reward that he never seemed to be getting any closer to... What if he wasn't let go after being allowed to orgasm--if he was allowed to have one at all? He was already so weakened, so afraid of his captor, so desperate to please him so he could cum, and if he wasn't set free after all he didn't think he could summon the will anymore to try to fight back. Sobbing again, he thought of the dragoness, how she had been so willingly subservient to that human, how she had so readily thought of herself as his property to do with as he wished... Would he be like her, now, so cowed by this denial and humiliation that he wouldn't dare fight back, would follow any order, even if he was let out of his bonds and his captor stood unarmed in front of him? The thought of being a human's pet made him shiver in fear, but if that was what his captor chose to do with him... There was nothing he could do to stop it. All he could do was obey, do what he could to please him, and hope to be rewarded and set free. He was too weak to do anything else.

Though his crying tailed off, he continued to hump against the dildo until the doors behind him opened again, and even then it was hard for him to stop; it felt so good, and he'd been suffering that light stimulation for so long that he only wanted to feel more, not less... He just wanted to cum! But when the driver of the van tugged on his reins he had to stand, and back out of the van, thrusting at air the whole way as the vibrator and the tight sheath and cockring encouraged him to even if he couldn't press on the dildo anymore... It still moved a bit inside him as he hobbled down the ramp but it didn't feel as strong as pushing it farther into him had, and he whined with need at the sensation he already missed so much, even as much as he would have hated the mere thought of it in any other situation.

His captor spoke through the earpiece once the driver guided him down to the end of the ramp. "It's time for your seventh task. Are you paying attention?"

Sroth moaned and bobbed his head, thrusting still harder as the vibrator and the feeling of the dildo stuffed tight into his rear teased him and doing all he could to resist the urge to collapse and grind his belly as hard as he could against the ground.

"Good, because I don't want to have to repeat myself. Your seventh task is to stand on the side of a path in the park and look like you need help until someone stops and assists you. There will be a sign that reads "help me" hanging from your neck, with instructions on the back for whoever does stop to help you, and your reins will be hitched to a post so you won't be able to go anywhere until someone does help you out. They will lead you to a different location in the park, where whoever is assisting you will give you a new piece of gear; once it's on you, you will have completed the task."

He whined and tried to turn his head to nuzzle the sheath, but the driver held the reins too firmly for him to reach it, only making him whine more loudly with desire. No, he couldn't possibly wait through another task or two or however many more there were before receiving that orgasm he'd been promised... He needed it now!

"Though there is no time limit, there are several rules for you to follow: first, you may not attempt to put yourself on the path and in everyone's way to force them to pay attention to you. You also may not make too much noise--though don't worry, I don't expect you to be completely silent--or thrash around a lot, or touch the sheath or the dildo in your tailhole with your head, your paws, or the ground. Also, when you are given your new gear, there will be a brief period when you're capable of speech; you are not allowed to attempt to speak during that time. If you break any of these rules, then you will have failed the task. Do you understand?"

Whimpering, he tried to control himself enough to stop humping the air, but was just too aroused to still his hips. He wouldn't be able to touch the sheath or dildo at all... The only stimulation he'd be able to feel would be the same vibrations and squeezing he'd felt for so long, plus whatever tiny movements the dildo made inside him while he thrust at air. He shivered, but eventually bobbed his head again.

"Good dragon. The driver will now guide you to where you'll be standing and waiting to be helped; the rules will be enforced from now until I tell you the task has been completed."

His driver began to lead him along again; fortunately the constant pull of the reins against his locked jaws was enough to distract him from wanting to thrust against something. He still humped at air and moaned at the sensations the cockring and dildo gave him, waddling clumsily, blindly along behind the driver and barely able to concentrate enough to make sure he didn't trip over the spreader bar that held his hind legs apart or the chain that linked his forepaws. He didn't even care that people would see him bound like this anymore, that they would see him made weak and helpless and even see the dildo in his tailhole; the possible embarrassment meant nothing to him as long as he completed the task and was a step closer to being allowed to orgasm.

It didn't take long to walk to where he'd be standing, even with his restraints slowing him down so much, and after the driver stopped him he felt a thin cord draped over him, a light weight hanging from the base of his neck and something, the sign, against his chest--he realized he'd have to hold his head up or off to the side so pedestrians who passed him would be able to read the sign. There was a momentary light tug on his reins, then the driver touched a hand to his neck and said, "your reins are tied to the post," and walked away back towards the van.

The path was silent for the moment, leaving Sroth alone with the toys that teased him. He wasn't sure what aroused him the most; the cockring squeezed the base of his shaft, vibrated, wouldn't let him forget about his hard cock for even a moment and made him want to thrust so badly... The sheath was tight enough around him that it made it feel like he had penetrated a dragoness, and that if he just thrust in and out then it would feel so good--until it moved with him and did nothing to stimulate him further. And then there was the dildo in his tailhole, filling his rump, rubbing against his insides whenever he moved, with the memory of how it had nudged up against that spot inside him so strong in his mind, if only he was allowed to sit on the toy and press it deeper into him... The combination of the three made him moan and shudder with arousal, constantly humping at the air and wishing so badly that he could climax.

Soon he dimly became aware of footsteps and the scent of humans on the path, and he heard a quiet scream from somewhere to his right, then hurried footsteps fading into the distance again. More steps followed from his other side, the uneven beat of a few people walking together, then...

"Ugh!"

"What the..."

"'Help me'? How does he expect to get help looking like that?"

"Who cares? Let's move on before I have to look over there again!"

There were sounds of agreement, and all the humans walked away again.

Next came a human and a dragoness. "Well that's the thing, you know? I just don't... Ew, what's going on here?"

"I don't know and don't care," the dragoness growled. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself," she snarled at him, making him duck his head and whimper, but the two of them continued down the path without saying anything more.

Another group of humans approached after that; they were laughing and joking together before they saw him, then all of them went silent when they evidently saw him bound there. "Check this out!" one said loudly. "See, John, I told you you didn't have much to complain about!"

"Yeah, at least you're not so desperate for chicks that you'd tie yourself up and show your dick to random people in the park, hoping one of them will stop and 'help' you?"

"I think I'd let my parents introduce me to girls before sinking this low!"

The group laughed, then another of them said, "I think this one's looking for guys, not girls. Look at the size of that dildo in his ass!"

They all laughed again before moving on. Sroth's face flushed a little at how they mocked him, but it was quickly forgotten as another wave of arousal washed over him, making him thrust still harder at the air and moan with lust. If only he could hump against something...

A dragon and dragoness were next to come down the path. "Well, look at this lucky dragon," the dragon chuckled, stopping to sniff at Sroth's neck.

"Mmmh," the dragoness purred, and he whined when he felt the warm gust of her breath against his side. "Now that's a hot way to be tied up... Makes me think of how we used to mate back before Master Robert freed us."

The dragon grunted in agreement, and after a moment Sroth could smell both of them growing aroused. "Makes me jealous... I'm thinking we fly home and tie each other up like we used to. How about you?"

"Race you there!" The two dragons took off with a blast of wind, leaving him alone again; he shivered with need as their scents lingered, enhancing his own arousal and making him rock his hips even harder. How could they possibly be jealous of him when he was in this state? he thought for a moment, but it too was soon washed away beneath his overpowering desire.

Nobody else stopped to take a closer look at him for a while, and while a few other people mocked him he was just too aroused to care anymore. He wasn't sure how long he stood there, only that he wanted to hump something so badly, that the stimulation felt so good and so bad at the same time, that all this would somehow be worth it when he was allowed to orgasm... He whined almost constantly as he stood there, thrusting at the air, shuddering at the light sensations and how much he wanted them to be stronger, cock throbbing against the sheath as his arousal grew even more powerful. If only someone would stop and help him so he could move on...

A man and a woman came down the path eventually, and his heart leapt when the female said, "oh, my... Harry, look at this poor thing! He needs help, and who knows how long he's been here; we should help him out."

"No," Harry said firmly. "I don't want to be near this disgusting creature another moment. Let's go, he's spoiling our walk..."

"But look at him! He's stuck there, and he looks like he really needs someone to help him. We should."

"No, Maria, we're not going to help him enjoy whatever perverted fantasy he's playing out! He's obviously there willingly, and I really don't want to play a part in whatever sick game he's playing with himself."

"You don't know that!"

"Yes I do! Look at the sign he's wearing; it's far too neatly written for him to have made it himself, especially not when tied up like that. And if he wasn't willing, I doubt he'd be moving like that, either."

"Oh... I guess you're right," Maria said, though she didn't quite sound sure about it.

Sroth lowered his head and whined piteously, looking in the direction her scent came from and wishing he had enough self-control left to stop thrusting. Please stop and help me, he thought, I don't want to be here any longer!

"Don't give me that look, you sick beast," she said, voice suddenly hard; evidently she believed what Harry had said. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, exposing yourself out in the open like this. I hope nobody stops to help you." The two humans walked off, leaving him alone again.

He whined again, but didn't dare do it loud enough to make sure they could hear; he couldn't risk failing the task and suffering the punishment that would follow. But they had been so close... He shuddered and thrust even harder, maybe even more strongly than he had while mounting the dragoness, moaning as the toys continued to stimulate him and wishing he could mount her again without the sheath denying him the sensation. Oh, he needed to orgasm so badly...

Sroth lost count of how many people walked past him without stopping, how many mocked him on their way past, how long he stood there humping at the air and whimpering... There was no time limit for this task, he realized dimly through his haze of lust, and if nobody stopped to help he could end up standing there for hours on end, teased endlessly by the toys with no way to make it all stop. He needed help, he needed to cum, he needed to be let go so all of this could end and he could just go back to his cave and forget this nightmare ever happened...

"Dave, look at this! Someone tied up this poor dragon here... and he needs help."

He turned his head in the direction the voice had come from, sniffing the air: three humans, two male and one female. Maybe they would help? If only he could control himself enough to stop thrusting, that would make him look so much more pitiful, but he was far too aroused for that...

"Careful," one of the men said. "There's no way he got here like that himself... Someone wants us to help him, and he can't be unwilling when he's acting like that. He may not be as helpless as he looks."

"I don't think we should stop," said the other man. "If he's willing then he probably doesn't need help. He's probably playing some bondage game with whoever tied him up, having to stand here and humiliate himself until someone comes along who's willing to 'help.' He might not even want help; sometimes a submissive likes being humiliated."

"But he wouldn't have that sign on if that was the case," the woman said. "And if we don't help him, I don't know who will. We should."

The second man said, "how are we supposed to help him, anyway?"

Dave said, "the sign says there are instructions on the back, Sean... I'll see what they are."

Sroth whimpered as he heard the human approach and turned his head to the side so he could reach the sign more easily. The human held it, turned it over, then paused for a little while.

"It says he needs to be led to another place in the park... Not far, only a few minutes' walk, and it's in the direction we're going anyway. We need to lead him to a clearing off the main path and put some additional piece of bondage gear on him, apparently."

"We should do it," the woman said insistently. "It's not like we have somewhere to be... And if we get him off the path then nobody else will have to see him."

Sean sighed. "I don't know..."

Sroth looked in his direction and whined. Please, he thought desperately. Nobody else had come this close to helping him...

"The poor dragon thinks we should," Dave said. "Who knows how long he's been tied here..."

"Oh, fine. But let's at least be quick about it so nobody I know sees me with him."

He nearly purred, he was so happy that they were going to help, and he would have tried to nuzzle them if the reins hadn't stopped him. Whining softly at the pain, he just rocked his hips a little faster instead.

"Right, let's help him out..." Dave said, and lifted the sign off his neck so he could look at the instruction side more closely. "It says to lead him by the reins to the clearing on this map on the sign here. This is where we are now, this is where we have to go, so... Down the path to the right, turn left onto a little trail, then to a clearing. Shouldn't be hard. Walk, dragon," one of the humans pulled lightly on the reins, and Sroth began to follow, humping the air all the while.

"Who do you think put him there?" the woman asked.

Sean said, "probably whoever owns him. People keeping dragons as slaves is still a problem, and we live pretty close to a colony of their kind... It wouldn't surprise me."

"But if that's illegal, shouldn't we set him free, or report it to the police? Who knows how much he could be suffering!"

"I don't think we can set him free, Cassie, look at the locks on all those straps," Dave said. "And regardless of whether or not he's a slave, whoever tied him up can't be far off. I'm sure whoever did this to him would stop us if we tried to take him to the police, or did anything else they don't want to happen. Besides, he seems to be enjoying his predicament quite a bit, and if he's not trying as hard as he possibly can to break free then I see no reason to try to let him out."

He whimpered, but his captor had said not to thrash about, and he couldn't stop thrusting to prove anything other than exactly what the man holding his reins had said. Head hanging, he moaned and shivered as one of his hobbling steps made the tip of the dildo press against that spot inside him for a moment. Better to just follow them, let them help him complete the task and be another step closer to earning his promised reward, he thought, than to try to get their help to escape, fail the task, and be trapped and denied until they figured out a way to set him free--if the driver or his captor didn't interfere before they could.

"I guess you're right," Cassie sighed. "He definitely does look like he's having fun in there, at least..."

Sroth did his best not to growl at her words; there was nothing fun about being tied up, humiliated and denied orgasm like this. Even if the teasing did feel so good... he thought with a shudder, thrusting harder for a few moments before his efforts almost made him trip and fall--and if he fell, he would fail! he realized with a start, doing his best to pay attention to how he walked. His captor had said the sheath couldn't touch the ground, and while he'd taken it to mean not to hump the ground, it also meant tripping over his bonds and falling onto his belly was just as against the rules. He tried as hard as he could to focus on those tiny, shuffling steps his restraints forced him to use, but it was so hard to think about anything other than the vibrating cockring around the base of his penis and the dildo in his tailhole...

If the humans talked to each other during the rest of the walk to wherever they were taking him, he didn't notice; his arousal was so powerful now that it blocked out virtually every other thought he could have. All he knew or cared about was the plastic and the cockring squeezing his shaft, the vibrations, the thick dildo in his rump tickling his insides, and the rocking of his hips as he thrust. Only the tug of his reins anchored him to the outside world, reminding him to keep walking, to follow the humans, not to stop and fling himself down on the ground to hump it as hard as he could... He moaned at the thought, wishing for the thousandth time for that sheath to come off so he could orgasm.

Finally the tug on his reins stopped and he felt a hand touch his snout. "Stop, dragon," Dave said, and he obeyed, shuddering with arousal. What piece of gear was next, and why would it be possible for him to talk while it was being put on?

"What do the instructions say?" Sean said.

"That box... Open it up. The gear we're supposed to put on him is inside. It says to take off his bridle and blindfold, then put the new gear on."

Sroth raised his head a little at that; he'd be allowed to see again? He hated the blindfold, walking around in blackness felt so strange and made him shiver for fear of running into something that would hurt him... It would be wonderful to get his sight back.

"We'll need a key to all those locks to get the bridle off. Is there a key in the box?"

He heard something click, then a soft squeak, then Sean said, "yes."

"Bring it over here; I'll get the stuff off while you figure out how to put the new thing on him."

"Right, right..."

Hands touched his throat, making him jerk a little in place before settling down again, humping the air vigorously, then he felt the cloth over his eyes, come loose, then shift, then-- Light! He blinked a few times while waiting for his vision to adjust, then a forest clearing came into focus, along with the three humans all standing in front of him. The van was in the clearing, too, though there was no ramp or driver and its doors were shut.

"Okay, I'll take off that bridle now... Dragon, you're not going to try to bite, are you?"

Sroth shook his head, whining softly. If only they'd take off the sheath instead...

"Good." The human unlocked and removed all the locks, then unstrapped the bridle. Sroth opened his mouth so Dave could pull the bit out, then yawned expansively to stretch his jaws before quickly closing them again--wouldn't want the humans to feel threatened, or to be tempted to speak, so he focused again on his lust to distract himself. He moaned as the muscles of his hindquarters clenched and a little wave of pain ran through them, making him shake for a moment before thrusting again, just as hard as he had a moment ago.

"Sean, you have that thing figured out yet?"

"Yeah... It's a hood."

Sroth looked over towards the other human to see what he was holding, and whined when he saw the black-leather device in his hands. It seemed he would be gagged and blinded again after all...

"Okay, let's get it on him. Open your mouth, dragon," Dave said, and his eyes focused on the hood to see another dildo there--but this one was going to go into his mouth, it seemed. He whined again, but spread his jaws, and Dave pushed the rubber phallus between them. Once that was in place he pulled the hood over his head, covering his eyes and blinding him again, but then something also pressed against his earholes for a moment before going into them a little ways: earplugs. He whimpered into the gag as Dave wrapped the hood all the way around his head and zipped it shut, then strapped it tight to make sure he couldn't open his mouth the slightest bit from around the cock-gag or shake the hood off. He moaned, wincing a little as it sounded strange with the earplugs in, and could barely hear human speech for a moment, too muffled to make out, before all went quiet again.

He whined softly, uncertainly, as he stood there, still thrusting at empty air; the cock-gag in his mouth was so large that his tongue was firmly pinned against the bottom of his mouth, and "mmm!" was the only sound he could make. Any other noise was almost impossible to hear, and he was once again only able to see blackness--at least he could still smell: the human-scent was fading, so they must have left him there, having done what he needed them to do. Now he was alone again, he thought as he again focused his attention on the toys that teased him, just him and the cockring and the dildo stuffed in his rear...

"Congratulations!" said his captor, nearly making him fall over with shock at the sudden, clear sound; evidently the tiny earpiece was still there, now held in place by the earplug. "You have completed your seventh task! The driver will now lead you back to the van, and you'll head off to the eighth task. Still eager for that orgasm I promised you?"

"Mmmm!" he bobbed his head, humping eagerly at the air. Oh, please let me have it right now, he thought, let me be done with this horrible game, let me cum!

"I thought so," he chuckled. "You aren't too far away from it now... Let the driver lead you back to the van."

Sroth felt a tug from somewhere near his throat and followed it readily forward, letting himself be led up the ramp and into the back of the van once again. He began to grind his rump into the floor as soon as his paws and leash were anchored, immobilizing him, and groaned, shuddering at the feeling, as once again he pressed the dildo deeper into his rump. His cock throbbed and he cried out softly with lust at the feeling, shaking all over, as he felt the van start to move beneath him.