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Bitch-whimper took a deep breath before he put his hand on the door's paw reader. He felt the usual, ticklish-like jolt of energy on his hand and then a small light blinked on the synthetic cloth of the jockstrap he was wearing. The heavy metal door slid open and he stepped inside.

The bridge of the Ebon Talon was by far the nicest looking place in the whole large space traveling ship, but it was also the worst place to be by far. Bitch-whimper straightened up his back, kept his expression still and... stood there, by the door. It was a lot better not to draw attention to himself. His eyes scanned the room.

The dog that needed to know he was there looked at him. A small, one second long glance followed by a sigh. He seemed busy, typing away in one of the ship's consoles, then moving on to a different keyboard, then towards yet another, but he found time to bend over and pick up the flash drive he was supposed to insert in the console. Ten seconds of typing and the progress bar signaling that the data bitch-whimper needed was being copied into it. The dog didn't spare Bitch-whimper another glance.

Bitch-whimper, however, could see a lot. Puppy Cock was a handsome, good looking dog. The great dane had the usual short, white yet spotted fur outlining a perfectly fit and well-toned musculature. Bitch-whimper could see all of it because, much like himself and every other dog in that ship, Puppy Cock wore absolutely nothing other than a regular dog collar around his neck and a small jockstrap that had nothing but a pouch to keep his dick and balls covered.

Of course the damned dog would be good looking, though. That was pretty much a requirement to be in the captain's prestigious bridge crew. Only the brightest, most handsome and most obedient dogs managed to get themselves a place in there. It made Bitch-whimper slightly self-conscious. He was a good looking husky, he liked to think, with a very standard black and white mix of fur common to his race. Maybe being common was the problem. The captain liked to keep a good mix of dog breeds in his crew, but there were five other huskies like himself among the roughly forty dogs that made the crew of the Ebon Talon.

Not that any of that mattered. Bitch-whimper was very, very glad he was not part of the bridge. He had been a member of the captain's fucked up crew for long enough to know that it was no real privilege. His eyes cautiously shifted to the large chair that belonged to the captain. It was mostly turned away from him, him still standing by the entrance door, but the large black-scaled dragon, captain of the Ebon Talon, was definitely sitting there.

Captain Zeth, or rather, Master Zeth as Bitch-whimper quickly corrected himself mentally, was the ultimate command of the ship and, as he himself called it, the owner of every dog that belonged to his crew. Bitch-whimper himself was a strong proponent of the laws that prevented one person from owning another, but that opinion might have been biased for the fact that he had been a slave of the dragon for, according to his calculations, over six years now. Not that the dragon gave a damn about his or any other dogs' opinions.

Bitch-whimper caught movement between the dragon's legs. He took half a step to the right and leaned his head enough to see that, indeed, Master Zeth had a dog kneeling between his legs. Now that he saw it, Bitch-whimper's ears perked up. He did think that he had heard quiet choking sounds before. Those were in tandem with the expressions of deep discomfort he could see in the face of the dog kneeling there. The dragon, however, didn't seem to care at all. He kept his hand over the dog's head, sometimes scritching it in a demeaning way, sometimes gripping it harder and pulling it towards his crotch when it looked like the dog was starting to back away.

Bitch-whimper had been in that position. Every single dog in the crew had been, too. The husky felt sorry for the poor dog because he knew that taking all of Master Zeth's oversized cock was not an easy task at all. Because he was a dragon, Master Zeth was already taller and larger than any dog and his cock matched that scale. Actually, that would be inaccurate. His cock surpassed that scale by a decent margin. The choking sounds started to grow more urgent. Bitch-whimper knew that that dog couldn't possibly breath while deep-throating the master's large fucktool.

Master Zeth still didn't care. His eyes sometimes trailing through the other bridge members, all the dogs going back and forth doing their jobs, and sometimes on the small console he had at the side of his large chair. Without even looking at the increasingly desperate dog, however, his hand looked like it finally gave him some leave, because in a sudden movement the dog retreated from the dragon's cock with a gasp for air. The dog which Bitch-whimper could not remember the name, however, didn't dare stop. He only retreated until he had half the dragon's cock inside his muzzle and even then Bitch-whimper could still see him suckling, fearful eyes up on the dragon. He couldn't possibly had had enough time to recover his breath before he himself sank down to take the dragon's whole cock into his muzzle and throat again. Bridge members knew better, Bitch-whimper knew.

He decided he didn't want to watch anymore. He averted his eyes from the scene only to meet something worse. At the side of the captain's chair, as always, stood the captain's first officer. If there was a contest for the best looking dog in the ship, the fairly tall akita would win with ease. He wasn't just fit. The dog had muscles to back up his military-like stance and attitude. Right now, for example, he stood with his back straight, powerful chest on display and hands behind his back like a soldier waiting for his general's command. In a way, that's what he was. His name was Muscle Toy and, like all the other dogs, he wasn't exempt from the rule requiring him to wear only a jockstrap and his collar.

What made the sight of Muscle Toy standing there terrifying was that he was staring back at Bitch-whimper. Half a second meeting those piercing eyes and that frown of constant disapproval and Bitch-whimper couldn't help but lower his eyes, his head and his ears. His heart beat faster for a moment. Displeasing Master Zeth was an act that would certainly make any dog regret it, but displeasing Muscle Toy... was unwise on a whole separate level. This despite the akita never seeming to be pleased by anyone other than the master himself, to who he, even being a slave like any other, had an undying, immense devotion to. The rumors around the ship had it that he really had belonged to a military unit indeed before being captured by Master Zeth, but whatever the dragon did to him turned him over completely. Bitch-whimper couldn't know, of course, because the few that had dared ask Muscle Toy about his past got nothing but the usual "Your past lives no longer matter, only your position as Master Zeth's slaves do" speech alongside strong recommendations for punishment towards the dragon, which were usually heeded.

Someone cleared his throat.

Bitch-whimper turned to look at Puppy Cock glaring at him and, glad that he would be out of the bridge soon, the husky quickly stepped forward to approach the great dane. He was careful to keep his head low. He didn't want to draw the captain's attention.

"The codes are done. They w-" Puppy Cock stopped, his frown deepening for a moment. "You know the routine. You better not screw this up today. I wi- shall not have time for it. Master Zeth has been with Cum Thirst all morning and that leaves me to do both our jobs." Puppy Cock nodded towards the captain's chair to indicate Cum Thirst's current predicament, pulled the flash drive from the console and shoved it against his chest for him to take.

"Alright, I won't," Bitch-whimper just said shrugging. He couldn't help but smirk at poor Puppy Cock's distress. The great dane was smug and rude to everyone, as most bridge members were because of how 'superior' and 'favored' they were, so Bitch-whimper didn't really feel much sympathy for him.

It amused him that everyone knew the captain had given the great dane that name because, apparently, despite being taller than most, the dog lacked size where it mattered the most. Bitch-whimper couldn't help but stare down at the great dane's jockstrap with curiosity. Unlike most other dogs, there was barely a bulge to be seen there. The husky's eyes trailed up and met a glare from Puppy Cock, to which Bitch-whimper quickly averted his eyes. He knew that Puppy Cock was used to the staring, even if he didn't like them at all. That wasn't even the best part, though.

When the new slaves arrived and the captain finally gave them their new, degrading, awful names the dragon also configured their collar, which had a voice recognition A.I., to punish them automatically and heavily if they said their old names. The dragon himself would punish anyone using old names instead of their assigned ones, of course, so that coupled with the A.I. had any dog quickly giving up and sticking to the names assigned by the dragon, as humiliating as they were.

Everyone had soon realized, however, that Puppy Cock's name had been 'Will'. Every time he used 'will' in a sentence, the collar saw fit to punish him for an infraction. Captain Zeth had done nothing but punish Puppy Cock for complaining about that fact, Bitch-whimper remembered well, and from that day forward the dog had had to be extra careful with what he said.

Bitch-whimper was pretty pleased with himself. He turned around to leave, but he only made it halfway back towards the door.

"Messenger."

Bitch-whimper froze. His ears shot straight down, but he immediately straightened his back and turned towards the captain that had called for him. The dragon was still with Cum Thirst hard-pressed against his large cock, the dog choking just as before, but he calmly turned his head just enough to glance at the nervous husky. The dragon's piercing eyes looked at him for a moment, trailing down towards his body, then back up to meet his own. Bitch-whimper's anxiety rose. Getting the captain's attention was hardly ever a good thing and usually resulted in, well... in what the dog between his legs was experiencing.

"Tell the engineers to keep the engines cooler. We might increase the pace a little today." As the dragon said that, he turned his head back towards his console with casual disinterest. Bitch-whimper let out a silent sigh of relief, but quickly nodded.

"Yes, master!" The husky said dutifully and turned around to hurry out of the room, he was stopped once again, however.

"Message type four," the captain added without even bothering to look at him. Bitch-whimper's heart sank, his tail tucking itself between his legs in a reflex of that, but he was still quick to reply a loud and clear "Yes, master!" that the dragon also didn't bother to acknowledge. After that, the husky walked out of the room in a very fast pace.

Outside in the hallways with the large metal door to the bridge room sliding close behind him, he finally felt true relief.

"Fucking dragon," the husky muttered in a very low voice to himself. "Type four... fuck that. Fuck him." Bitch-whimper had little choice but to move on. The engines were on the exact opposite side of the ship and the vessel was of considerate size, which meant he had a bit of a walk ahead of him. Like he had every single morning.

The husky grumbled a few more insults along the way. It was an habit of his to let some of the steam of his awful life under the dragon out. His ears, however, always stayed up and listening to make sure nobody heard it. The last thing he needed was word of him being disrespectful towards the master again reaching his ears. Or, perhaps even worse, Muscle Toy's ears. The dragon's enforcer had zero tolerance to bad-mouthing towards the master.

About halfway towards his goal, just as Bitch-whimper had gone down the main deck elevator, a sudden tightness around his crotch made him stop. He looked down at his jockstrap and, sure enough, the light-blue cloth that made the pouch surrounding his dick and balls was slowly turning dark-blue.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck, not again. Godamned..." Bitch-whimper started with his grumbling again. He looked around and was glad to see that at least there was no one around the hallway to see what was going to happen.

Two days ago one of the dogs from the cooking crew had made Bitch-whimper deliver a message to the dragon about them running out of pepper sauce. That was the kind of message that could easily be delivered through a console log, but the damned dog knew just as well as Bitch-whimper that it was the captain's favorite condiment and that he would not like to hear that they had understocked it, which meant a few weeks without it until they reached their next destination. As the messenger, Bitch-whimper wasn't allowed to refuse delivering messages, so he went on and did it.

The message itself put the captain in a bad mood, which was always dangerous. The dog responsible for stocking had gotten the immediate worst of the dragon's wrath, but, Bitch-whimper had been tired. It was the end of the day. He cursed himself deeply for forgetting the fact that he was supposed to be on message type two and he didn't add the correspondent addendum to his message as it required. Bitch-whimper knew that the dragon barely bothered to remember all the names he assigned (which he was sure was part of why they were forced to wear tags with their names dangling from their collars), but the damned captain never forgot anything that involved punishment.

The dragon had calmly asked if he had forgotten anything and, when he quickly remembered and added the "If you require a repeat of this message, please slap this useless messenger dog across the face!" part to the message for being in 'type two', he had been slapped four times to repeat the message about shortage of pepper sauce. Not only that, but it had also awarded him five days of punishment mode two.

Which was exactly what was happening.

Bitch-whimper had to brace himself, one hand going against the wall, and then it started. The jockstrap all dogs wore were usually white. Bitch-whimper's was light-blue to let eveyone know he was in punishment mode two, but turning from white to blue was not the only piece of technological wonder that these cruel jockstraps had in them. Not by a long shot. As the jockstrap blue hue got darker, indicating punishment type two was actively happening, the husky started to feel it. It felt... like a feather. Or maybe like a tongue? It was very hard to describe, but he could feel warmth and softness caressing his balls, enveloping his soft dick. Bitch-whimper's had to stifle a moan as the pleasure continued to rise. Immediately, his cock started to try to grow hard. It felt as if someone had taken it upon the softest mouth in the whole world and was licking it teasingly. Of course, none of that was happening. Bitch-whimper had heard from one of the engineers once that the jockstrap worked with small electric discharges designed to stimulate one's pleasure center directly and thus making this and many more pleasantries possible.

Of course, as soon as his cock started to harden, the jockstrap also grew tighter. The fabric hardened, acting much like the husky imagined a chastity cage would, pressing back at his dick and balls and giving it absolutely no space to grow hard. The pleasuring, of course, didn't stop. That resulted in a deeply frustrating experience where his cock was thoroughly teased and kept trying to harden, only to be denied that pleasure.

The denial wasn't new. All jockstraps acted like that, whether on punishment mode or not, hardening and preventing any dogs wearing them from ever growing full erections. Their dicks could only strain against the hardened, unyielding cloth until it became frustrating enough for them to grow soft again. That in itself was the second reason why this punishment was so damn cruel.

Bitch-whimper himself hadn't cummed in seven weeks. Seven weeks and four days, to be more specific. The worst part is that wasn't even uncommon, for seven weeks was well below the average time a dog would go by without being allowed to cum in the Ebon Talon. It didn't matter how many punishments one had amassed, how many times the dragon had chosen who would suck his dick, who he would fuck or whatever else he felt like doing to them. None of that mattered, for no one got to cum. Not outside the weekly contests, at least, and Bitch-whimper hadn't been lucky enough to be called to a contest in seven weeks. Odds were he still wouldn't be called for several weeks either, which just made things even worse.

The husky's legs grew weak. He had to moan again. It felt like someone was really going down on his cock, mouth going up and down while at the same time several tongues licked and teased his furry balls. His cock kept trying to harden, precum coming inside his jockstrap to make it feel sticky. The husky put a hand over the pouch of his jockstrap as if that would help at all. He couldn't even feel his fingers through the fabric, another technological wonder, but he yearned to jerk off. He had lost count of how many times he had experienced that teasing in the last two days. The jockstrap would spring it at random times roughly once every hour or so, though sometimes he could swear it was more. It was hell!

For five entire minutes Bitch-whimper was left squirming as his pent-up cock was teased relentlessly inside the constricting jockstrap. When it finally stopped, the husky was left panting. The jockstrap's color slowly shifted back to light blue and all the stimulation stopped, leaving his dick even more frustrated than it had been before and still no closer to any sort of relief.

Bitch-whimper quickly retreated his hand from his jockstrap. When the fabric softened alongside his cock he knew from experience that it was easier for the jockstrap's built-in system to think that someone unauthorized was trying to remove it or get through it. That resulted in a much worse punishment he definitely didn't want to feel.

The husky had little choice but to pick himself up and move on, now with his cock still half-hard and a whole new array of insults grumbled towards the dragon, the ship, the crew and all the madness that surrounded him, as he liked to call it.

It was another ten minutes of walking before Bitch-whimper reached the engine section. He put his paw on the reader, let the jockstrap flash, and the much larger double door opened. The whirring sound of engines and fans filled his ears as he stepped into the department belonging to the engineering crew. They weren't a large contingent, divided into just a few dogs that handled the technical part, which included the codes he still held in his hand, and a few other dogs that had more of a brute force inclination to handle manual fixes and adjustments.

Bitch-whimper knew the ship well, having been serving it for years. The codes could also be sent through a console log and, well, pretty much every message the dragon had could, but Bitch-whimper suspected the damned dragon just liked the thought of having someone like him run around back and forth and doing his bidding like the rest of the crew. He knew better than to complain, though. Or, rather, complain anywhere where the dragon could hear him.

The husky took a few turns and then the sound of engines grew in his ears. The ship's large turbine-like engine spun inside the large room dedicated to it at the ship's core and, considering that that room alone was bigger than the whole ship's bridge he had just been to, the engine was actually remarkably silent for its size. Bitch-whimper sniffed around, looking for the lead engineer as he was supposed to, but then he saw someone else approaching. A heavy sigh came from the husky.

"Bitch-whimper! Come to do the usual whimpering, huh?" A larger dog approached him with open arms in a mockery of a greeting. He had a grin plastered on his muzzle that filled Bitch-whimper with annoyance. The dog was bigger than him in every aspect. He was taller, had a wider chest, more muscular arms and, though Bitch-whimper wouldn't admit it, even the bulge in his jockstrap looked more prominent. The only reason for his size, Bitch-whimper often told himself, was because he was a one of those mixes between dog and wolf. A wolfdog, they called it. He had, however, deep blue eyes and though his muzzle was elongated like a wolf's, there was a lot of dog in his features.

"I don't have time for your pestering, Beggar. Got a lot of work to do. Unlike you, apparently." Bitch-whimper merely grumbled at the dog, but that didn't seem like it was enough to turn him away.

"I'm on a break. You got the usual morning message for us? I'll hear it." Beggar, as the tab dangling from the wolfdog's collar stated, just kept grinning at the husky folding his arms across his chest. Bitch-whimper glared at him.

"The codes are for the lead engineer only. I can't give it away to anyone else," Bitch-whimper responded promptly, his grip tightening around the flash drive in his hand. "You know that."

"What, you don't trust me to deliver them to that fucker?" Beggar asked in a tone full of mockery. Bitch-whimper rolled his eyes to that.

"Why don't you go beg to lick someone's jockstrap or something?" It was the husky's turn to smile. Beggar's grin faded in a split second after he said that. Bitch-whimper knew as well as everyone that hung around the cocky wolfdog that he hated his name even more than the usual dog did.

The story was that, when the wolfdog was captured and brought in, well, he fought it as every dog does. Who likes to hear that they have just been pulled into a lifetime of slavery wearing a jockstrap that will never let you touch your manhood while forced to bend to a dragon's every whim? The wolfdog, however, despite his size and everything, had apparently broken down into crying and begging the master after taking just half of the dragon's large dick in his ass. Some stories said muzzle, but Bitch-whimper liked to believe it was his ass. At any rate, he cried and begged so much that the dragon just named him that. Beggar.

"You think you're so fucking smart, Bitchy-whimper," Beggar said with a new hint of growling in his tone. He took a step forward, the husky only coming up to his neck, so Bitch-whimper found himself face to face with that powerful, muscular chest. The husky didn't show an ounce of fear, though. He knew full well that physical aggression wasn't allowed, as did Beggar.

"Maybe you're just very dumb," the husky replied with a smirk. The large wolfdog had it coming. Bitch-whimper roamed the whole ship, so he knew full well that Beggar was a big jerk. Some dogs handled slavery with submission, some with depression, some with rage, but Beggar was the type of dog that just took it out on everyone else. On his first days with the jockstrap, Bitch-whimper remember seeing Beggar forcing one of the smaller, tech-savvy engineers to eat his ass out for hours on end. Rookie mistake, the husky knew, because one could hardly get off from that and it made the long term chastity so much worse, but ever since then the husky didn't take much of a liking for the larger dog.

"Very funny." Beggar's growling grew a little bit. "I want to hear the message," he repeated.

"I told you the codes are just for the le-" Bitch-whimper started, but Beggar cut him off.

"I want the message. Not the codes, just the message. You have to deliver it to any engineers, right? I'm an engineer." A smile started growing in Beggar's damned face while Bitch-whimper's ears flickered back. The damned dog knew how things worked. Bitch-whimper couldn't afford even the chance of him telling Muscle Toy or the master that he was refusing messages. The husky cursed his luck under his breath. Why did he have to run into Beggar? And on a type four day? The day just kept getting worse and worse. Finally, Bitch-whimper just sighed. He stood up straight and put his hands on his sides as he was supposed to every time he delivered a message.

"Our Glorious Captain orders you engineers to keep the engines cooler today, as they might increase the pace today!" The husky kept his voice loud and clear as he knew was expected of him. His ears, however, folded back a little. He swallowed before continuing, looking at Beggar whose smile slowly turned back into a grin. "If you require a repeat of this message, please kick this useless messenger in the balls."

The husky and wolfdog exchanged a look for a lingering moment. Bitch-whimper's ears lowered themselves a little more, his expression of worry growing while at the same time he could just Beggar's toothy grin growing. The wolfdog took a calm step back. Then, without any warning, Bitch-whimper barely had time to reflexively bring his hands up and press his legs together, but that didn't stop the wolfdog's foot from coming at full force to his balls.

Bitch-whimper gasped, wheezing as pain shot through his whole body emanating from his bruised balls. His legs lost all strength and he fell forward to his knees, hunching forward and, as his name suggested, whimpering and groaning with pain. He brought his hands down to cup his bruised balls, but that did nothing to alleviate the pain that kept pulsing through his body. Above him, he could heard Beggar laughing, but the sound sounded somewhat distant just from how much it hurt. After just a few long, excruciating seconds, the urgency of his duty rang on Bitch-whimper's mind. He forced himself to stand up, legs still trembling. This wasn't the master, but he couldn't afford punishment.

With his eyes still watery and gritting his teeth, the husky forced himself to stand up straight and put his arms on his side again.

"Our Glorious Captain orders you engineers to keep the engines cooler today, as they might increase the pace today!" The husky repeated, and then he looked at the wolfdog again. Beggar was looking at him with all the superiority in the world, causing Bitch-whimper's look to turn into a glare. Dutifully, however, he repeated the last part again. "If you require a repeat of this message, please kick this useless messenger in the balls."

Bitch-whimper honestly didn't think Beggar would do it again. That's why, when that foot came flying up to his balls a second time, he still wasn't prepared. The husky promptly fell over and within moments he was lying on the floor gripping his bruised balls in pain. Not even the dragon kicked him that hard! Most of the time.

"D'aaww. You're gonna cry? C'mon, I wanna hear it again." Beggar still had the same malicious look in his eyes. Bitch-whimper was just starting to try to get up, now growing a lot more fearful, when both dogs heard steps coming their way.

"Leave him alone, Beggar." The dog that approached was a german shepherd. The lead of the engineering team had a nice body, as per usual, even though he was definitely nearing his 30s. Ball Licker, as his tag said, had been around even before Bitch-whimper himself had been taken. The dog approached them and folded his arms glaring at them both, but Bitch-whimper could only watch the scene through his water-filled eyes from the floor. Beggar growled right at him.

"Fuck off, Ball Lover! We're having a little fun here." The wolfdog was bigger than the german shepherd and, as Beggar stepped up to face Ball Licker that difference showed. The german shepherd had to look up to continue staring at him.

"The messenger is carrying the codes we need," Ball Licker continued still sounding calm. The growling had absolutely no effect on him. "You can take your puppish games somewhere else."

That obviously annoyed Beggar that much more. His growling evolved to him showing teeth and still the german shepherd didn't as much as flinch. It was common knowledge that they hated each other. Dogs disliking each other in the ship wasn't anything special. The way the dragon treated them with absolutely no regard for equality was the main cause of that. This rivalry in particular originated from one of the dragon's contests years ago. They had been forced to go against each other to see who got to cum, but when Ball Licker ended up winning, Beggar had just snapped. The wolfdog was relatively new back then and not so used to the unfair world of the dragon. So, he jumped at the german shepherd to attack him when he lost, but since the dragon himself was standing there and watching, it was a matter of seconds before they were both writhing on the floor while the jockstraps tortured their balls with punishment.

The act, however, had put the dragon in such a bad mood that Ball Licker's earned release was taken away as well. In the end, both dogs ended up punished, denied and with a powerful, lingering hate towards each other. A hate that still existed as proven by both dogs staring at each other with despise.

"How about I take YOUR puppish face back to the engine tool closet and leave you there for another day? Wedgie that jockstrap of yours to punish you into thinking you're trying to take it off again?" Beggar took another step forward until he was face to face with the german shepherd, looking down at him. That threat in particular caused Ball Licker to start growling as well.

"You want to explain to the captain why we took so long to enter the daily codes today?" The german shepherd's question was more of a threat himself since it involved the captain. It worked too because it made Beggar stop and take a step back. He looked back at Bitch-whimper for a moment, then... just snorted.

"Bitch is not worth it," he announced. He gave Ball Licker a hard shove to make him stumble back and walked right past him to leave. "Fuck you all," he still said as he walked away.

After the larger dog left, Ball Licker approached Bitch-whimper to offer him a hand in getting up. The husky reluctantly took it, but his balls still ached when he stood up.

"Fuck him," the husky muttered, to which the german shepherd just nodded.

"He's a jerk. Would you come with me? I have a few things I'd like to discuss with you." Bitch-whimper blinked. He looked at Ball Licker, but the german shepherd looked dead serious about that. The husky just gave him a weird look, but reluctantly accepted.

Ball Licker took him to one of the main engine console rooms. Bitch-whimper had been there before to deliver the same codes he had in his hand, so he knew that was where Ball Licker probably spent most of the time. Engineers like Beggar were just brutes that handled the engines themselves, but the lead engineer had to handle the more technical part of taking care of the systems. Make sure everything was working properly and, more importantly, in sync with the rest of the ship. It was specialized work. The german shepherd, however, pulled Bitch-whimper to the very corner of the room.

"The cameras can't see us in this spot," the german shepherd said. He still had a very serious expression. Bitch-whimper didn't like it.

"Why? So that I don't have to give you the message in the captain's degrading way? Thank you very much." The husky rolled his eyes, but brought the flash drive with the codes up to shove it towards the other dog. He opened his muzzle to say the message, but he took another look around the room first, as if expecting someone to be hidden and watching. He looked up too, but he couldn't see any cameras. He knew they were there, though. They were just very hidden. It filled him with anxiety to deliver a message without the proper etiquette the dragon had inflicted on him. He hated it, but after so long it felt like he was going to be punished if he didn't. Bitch-whimper steeled himself, however. Nobody was looking. He didn't have to humiliate himself.

"Keep the engines cooler today because they might increase the pace." The husky held his breath for a second after he said it. It was as if he was expecting to be hit with instant punishment just for delivering the message wrong. He caught himself, however, and made an effort to act normal. Stupid! He was letting the dragon get in his head. Fuck him.

"Thanks, but this is not what I want to talk to you about," the engineer continued. He either didn't notice Bitch-whimper's internal struggle or decided not to comment on it. The husky looked at him with curiosity and, because of that, he could see that Ball Licker was serious when he spoke again.

"I have a plan to escape."

There was a moment of silence between both dogs. Ball Licker continued to stare at Bitch-whimper, eyes fixated on him. Studying him. The husky was just dumbfounded. It took a few seconds for him to process what Ball Licker was really saying. It wasn't a joke. It wasn't a trick. The damned dog was serious.

Bitch-whimper just openly laughed.

"Are you serious?" Bitch-whimper gave the other dog a moment sort of expecting him to admit it was a joke. It didn't happen. "Were you not here when that dog from the cooking crew tried to make a run for it when the deck doors were opening? Did you not see how he took two steps into the deck leading to the hangar before the jockstrap went berserk on his balls?!" The husky took another look around the empty room. If anyone caught even a whiff of them speaking about 'escaping' they could be in serious trouble with the master.

The german shepherd just kept his straight expression. "Yes, I remember that," he said in a dry tone.

"Then you also remember how the dragon made a point of CLOSING the door back to the kitchen? How he left that dog there in the hallway leading to the exit clawing at the door to get back inside? All so he could get his jockstrap to stop punishing his balls with those shocks, crushing and all it does for stepping in a forbidden zone. For, like, HOURS?"

"Yes, I remember all of that." Ball Licker's tone still sounded dismissive. Bitch-whimper was incredulous. Was the dog not understanding the seriousness of what he was talking about?

"That was just one attempt! Do you know how many there have been? How many horrible, awful punishments the master has inflicted on the idiots that tried it?" Bitch-whimper was keeping his voice low, but it was still a hushed tone of urgency. The husky was fuming. "You have been here for years just like I do! I'd expect that from some pup that just got dragged in to a night with the master, but you? You know that in all these years nobody has escaped."

"I know that, Bitch-whimper." The german shepherd gave him a stern look. He was one of the few dogs that didn't look pleased when they said his assigned name and Bitch-whimper took note of that. "I know all of that. These dogs failed because they were reckless. I have a plan. A good plan. I wouldn't be risking telling you this if I didn't have faith that it will work."

The husky just snorted again. Ball Licker's intense eyes staring at him made him lower his ears a little, however.

"And what makes you think I want any part in this? I should go and tell the master about this right now. Do you think I want to be punished alongside you when all of this fails?! I don't want to hear about it." Bitch-whimper took a step back. He turned away from the other dog, but then the german shepherd put his hand against the wall, arm right between him and the way to the door to stop him.

"Wait. Hear me out."

Bitch-whimper was about to growl at him, to demand that he let him go. There was something about the german shepherd's voice, however, that stopped him from doing so. It was almost like... pleading. Instead, the husky just frowned at him.

"I know you want to get out of here. I know you're not one of those beaten up dogs or these fuckers up on the bridge that actually enjoy this madness. I know you hate him as much as I do." The german shepherd was referring to the dragon, of course. Bitch-whimper's ears fell back a little further. He did hate the whole thing.

"Do you want the rest of your life to be about walking back and forth with his messages? To be about getting kicked in the balls just so his cock can harden a little bit from watching your misery?" There was a bit of a growl growing in Ball Licker's voice. He still kept his voice cautiously low, but Bitch-whimper could hear passion behind them. He had no idea Ball Licker was still so unbroken.

"W-well, I-" Bitch-whimper started, but Ball Licker took a step forward and cut him off.

"We can get out. We can stop this madness. If at least one of us ever manages to get out we could get the authorities on his tail. We could save everyone. I have spent months crafting this plan. Little by little. At least hear me out."

The husky looked up at Ball Licker's fervent eyes. He still hesitated. The whole thing felt wrong. Very, very wrong. But, he also realized that that feeling was what the dragon had planted inside him. He didn't want to give in to that. The husky sighed, but gave a weak nod.

"Thank you." The german shepherd sighed with some relief of his own. He brought the flash drive Bitch-whimper had just delivered to him up.

"This is the key to escaping. This drive has codes that are generated by an algorithm in the bridge's console. The codes are created by a logical pattern and they enable most of the ship's functions. Including the control of these." Ball Licker pointed at the husky's waist.

"Our jockstraps?" Bitch-whimper followed the german shepherd's pointing, looking down at his own bulge.

"Yes. The microchips inside the fabric are connected to the ship. It controls when you get punished, when you get pleasured, where you can go, everything. That's how the dragon controls us."

Bitch-whimper frowned. "And? You're saying you can use these codes to manipulate our jockstraps? If it was that easy we could have escaped a long time ago."

Ball licker shook his head. "Of course it isn't. We'd need access codes for the jockstraps, but the dragon won't hand those out. With them we could change them. We could lift the restriction that forbids us from walking out of the ship next time it lands. Still... I'm fairly certain they are generated using the same algorithm that generates the engine access codes."

The husky just stood there, staring at the german shepherd obviously still confused. Ball Licker noticed that.

"If I can replicate the algorithm that generates the dragon's codes I can have the codes whenever I want, even if they change," the german shepherd explained. Bitch-whimper's frown just deepened. "I wrote an algorithm to attempt that. In the ship's old console. I used to do that a lot in the university I went to before the dragon... snatched me." Ball Licker pointed to one of the older looking consoles at the back of the room.

"I don't understand," Bitch-whimper just said. "If you can do that, what's stopping you? Why are you telling ME all of this?"

"That's the point. I can't do this yet. I need samples of generated code to test the algorithm against until I find a match for what is being used to generate them, but..." The german shepherd hesitated. "But I'd need thousands. Millions of codes before the pattern can be calculated. I tried saving the codes I got from you every day, but according to my calculations it'd take decades until I have enough of them."

Bitch-whimper frowned again. "So your plan is a bust."

"No. That's why I need you. You're one of the very few dogs in the ship with access to every sector." Ball Licker put a hand over the bulge of Bitch-whimper's jockstrap, cupping it gently. That would feel like an over intimate gesture if the husky hadn't been used to it. He looked down at his jockstrap. "I wrote a very simple code that will request codes from the bridge's console and loop it. It will drain hundreds of codes per second."

Ball Licker stepped away from him. He went to the ship's console and leaned down between two of them to open a small uncorked section of the console. From between the wires and circuits, he took a small flash drive just like the one Bitch-whimper had just delivered to him.

"It's in this. It just needs to be plugged into the bridge's console for a few minutes. Ten minutes or so should do in any of its entrance inputs. It will query the codes on loop and save them in an internal file. That's all I need to crack the codes and gain access to our freedom." Ball Licker was dead serious as he spoke, but Bitch-whimper just stared at him.

"So you need me to plug that into the bridge's console for ten minutes? Have you ever BEEN to the bridge? The captain is there. Muscle Toy is there. A dozen dogs that are actually loyal to him sit there!" The husky's tone was filled with derision. He knew that plan would be ridiculous.

"I know that. I thought that maybe you could do it during one of the contests. The dragon runs them at night at the bridge so it's pretty much empty." The german shepherd's tone was more cautious now. Bitch-whimper still blinked at him.

"Oh, really? The captain will still be there! That's incredibly risky! Won't they know someone was draining things from their console the next day anyways?"

"No. I took care of that. They'll never know it happened." Ball Licker still kept his calm, controlled tone. He stepped forward again to take hold of Bitch-whimper's eyes and look right into his eyes. "Please. It has to be you. You're the only hope for all of us. I tried to think of a million ways I could do it myself, but my jockstrap only has access to the engine sector and dormitories. It has to be you."

Bitch-whimper pulled away from him. He knew better than trying to defy the dragon. He had seen too many try and fail and, most importantly, he had seen what happened to those that did. The husky shook his head.

"No. This is too much. I'm sorry. I can't risk it." Bitch-whimper felt guilty. Even his ears folded back. Ball Licker had the right intentions, the right mind, but it was just too much. "As a favor to you, I won't tell the master anything. I won't tell anyone about this so that if you ever find some other, safer way to do this... maybe. But not with me. I can't."

Bitch-whimper could see the disappointment in the other dog's face. He could almost physically see Ball Licker trying to come up with more reasoning to convince him. The german shepherd's eyes, however, trailed down towards his jockstrap again. Bitch-whimper followed them to see it starting to turn blue.

"Oh fuck. No..." The husky said that under his breath, but within seconds the jockstrap's pouch was completely blue again and it started. The pleasure around his balls, around his cock that hardened in just a few quick moments with how pent up he was. Bitch-whimper was forced to take a step back to put his back against the wall as his legs grew weak again. Ball Licker, on the other hand, just watched it happen. His expression had taken a turn towards pity. He knew full well what was happening under that jockstrap.

"Keep this flash drive. I can make more. If you change your mind, if you find an opportunity... please. Just think about it." The german shepherd left it over one of the closest consoles. Bitch-whimper tried to respond to it, but when he opened his muzzle to say something he couldn't help but groan. It was like someone was dragging a tongue over his pent-up dick and balls. The jockstrap was already hardened keeping his cock in that extremely uncomfortable state trying so hard to grow while being kept from it.

Bitch-whimper caught sight of Ball Licker shaking his head towards him before the german shepherd turned around to leave. The husky himself spent another good while there pressing his legs together with his hands lightly pressing at his jockstrap trying to make himself feel something. Anything. Anything that would tip him over the edge the jockstrap so expertly put him into. Several times Bitch-whimper felt like he was going to cum even while soft inside his jockstrap, but whenever it got too intense the jockstrap was smart enough to dial the stimulation back. Enough for him to hump the air in despair. After a while, the stimulation ramped back up again.

When the jockstrap finally went back to its regular light blue, the husky was left in the same sorry state from before. His denied cock pressing hard against the jockstrap and his balls aching with sexual frustration. He looked at the flash drive Ball Licker had left behind and, after a lot of hesitation, just took it with him with a grunt.

The rest of the day went by uneventfully. Bitch-whimper delivered messages back and forth while being teased by the damned jockstrap every now and then. The day after that was the same, and so was the next and the next one still. The husky kept the flash drive safely hidden under the mattress of his bed inside his tiny, modest dormitory room and he hadn't touched it again since the first day. He met Ball Licker again when he delivered the engine codes on the third day, but the german shepherd didn't ask him anything. In fact, the other dog barely even looked at him. He acted as if their conversation had never happened, which was wise.

Time went by and, as Bitch-whimper laid on his bed at evening after most of his duties were done, it had been ten days since Ball Licker had presented the escape plan to him. No matter how hard he tried to push it away, the thought had remained inside the husky's head.

Freedom.

He hadn't thought about that for so long. It was like remembering a memory he had all but forgotten he had. Bitch-whimper caught himself thinking about where he would go or what he would like to see if he was free. He hadn't done that since the first year of his enslavement. Sometimes he chastised himself for having such thoughts, but sometimes they felt just too good to let go. He could have a life, he could have liberty. And, most importantly, he would be able to touch his own dick whenever he wanted to.

As he laid there in his bed, he felt it starting to happen again. He didn't even have to look down to see his jockstrap turning dark blue, he just felt the incredible pleasure starting to pleasure his cock again. In his bed it was arguably worse. The husky felt compelled to just grind himself against the bed, to hump it desperately in order to get the relief he needed so badly. Bitch-whimper had done all of that before, so he knew it was useless.

The husky had gotten a few days of relief in those last ten days as his previous punishment ended, but two days ago he had earned himself another five days of punishment because he had stumbled and spilled half of the dragon's beverage when bringing it to him from the kitchens. Having to lick the tea clean off the bridge floor hadn't been enough. The dragon had manually enabled punishment mode two to have the husky get edged by the jockstrap so that the whole bridge crew could watch him forcefully moan while licking the floor clean. After that, the dragon made him thank him for adding 'just' five more days of hourly edging sessions to his jockstrap. Bitch-whimper had been so horny he felt like he would go mad.

"Fucking dragon..." Bitch-whimper said to himself holding back a moan. "Godamned fucking son of a bitch overgrown lizard..."

The insults helped him. The husky still said them in low voice even though he was completely alone in his tiny room, but they helped make him feel a little better while he writhed back and forth over his bed, hands clutching his cock and resisting with all his might the urge to just try and tear that fucking jockstrap apart so he could reach his cock. He knew from experience that that wouldn't work, either.

Suddenly, Bitch-whimper's ears perked up as the monitor came on. His room, much like any other dog's rooms, was nothing but a small square with a bed, a simple wooden desk against one wall and, against the other, a large monitor that looked out of place in such a tiny space. It had been placed in each room by the dragon himself and, of course, the purpose of which was to make sure each and every dog would have little choice but to watch and listen to everything that was on it. The dragon usually only ever broadcasted punishments or what the husky realized must have been happening at that very moment: the weekly contests. He had been so absorbed in his worries that he completely forgot about it. There had been a time when he anxiously looked forward to the weekly contest just like most dogs did as it meant a chance to cum, even if a small one. This time Bitch-whimper obviously hadn't been chosen. Again.

"Good evening, my loyal crew," the dragon started on the screen. The camera broadcasting was located on the bridge facing his chair, on which the naked dragon now sat on. Muscle Toy, his akita enforcer, was standing right by his side with his hands behind his back like a soldier. "I'm pleased to announce it's time for one of our beloved weekly contests. I don't have to remind you that watching it is mandatory and I expect each and every one of you to pay full attention to everything that your fellow dogs are doing."

Captain Zeth sounded calm and pleased, as he always did. Just hearing his voice made Bitch-whimper growl softly. The jockstrap still hadn't stopped pleasuring his cock. The radiating pleasure made him groan again as another burst came, strong enough so that he could swear he was about to cum. His dick was starting to hurt from how much it tried to get hard against the hardened jockstrap keeping it from doing so.

"Tonight we have four lucky dogs here that are going to be competing for a chance to cum in front of all of you. Some of them will leave the bridge relieved and happy, others might not be so lucky..." Bitch-whimper could see the dragon smirking. It was painfully obvious that he took as much pleasure in denying the contestants as he took in watching them cum after weeks of enforced chastity.

"Before we begin, as per usual, we're going to go through some announcements," the dragon continued. Muscle Toy handled him a tablet that he started scrolling through. "First, for the kitchen staff. I'm growing sick of the usual food, so you have two days to come up with a new menu with the supplies we still have left or I will personally punish the head chef." The dragon said that as casually as if he were talking about the weather.

The jockstrap finally stopped torturing the husky. It had felt longer this time, but he couldn't tell if it really was longer or if it just felt that way because of how incredibly frustrating it was. When the jockstrap stopped, Bitch-whimper actually whimpered. He didn't want it to stop, he wanted it to finish it. He wanted, no, he needed to cum. He really, really needed it. While his cock still throbbed inside his jockstrap the thought of watching the contest, watching some dogs getting to cum while he was going to have to wait at least one more week to have a CHANCE to cum made his heart sink.

Bitch-whimper looked at the dragon on the screen. A hundred different thoughts went through his head and, ultimately, his ears folded back, but that didn't stop him from taking a deep breath, lifting his mattress to take Ball Licker's flash drive. He put his paw on the door's reader. His messenger privileges let him leave the room, and so he did.

The closer he got to the bridge, the more nervous he grew. Bitch-whimper held the small flash drive in his left hand, gripping it tight.

"This is crazy." Bitch-whimper muttered to himself as he often did. "This will never work. The dragon will be there. Muscle Toy will be there. All the dogs in the contest will be there. This will never work." Yet, despite the fear growing inside him, the husky's cock was still half-hard inside his jockstrap from all merciless teasing the jockstrap inflicted upon him. It steeled him to move forward until he found himself facing the closed door to the ship's main bridge. Bitch-whimper ran his scrap of a plan over his head again, tried not to panic over how reckless it was and put his paw on the reader to open the door.

All heads turned towards him when he stepped inside. The dragon's big captain chair had been turned backwards, away from the consoles at the front and towards the back of the bridge so that there'd be enough space for the contest to happen. Captain Zeth looked at him, but quickly lost interest. Muscle Toy's hard stare lingered for a while, but ultimately he looked away as well. Nobody paid the messenger any mind. Alongside the two of them standing in a line in front of of the dragon's chair were four other dogs lined up. All four were facing the dragon and thus, had their backs towards him. They were all either displined or desperate enough not to even turn to look at the husky. As Bitch-whimper slowly walked around them, he got a good view of each one.

All four of them wore the same jockstrap he did, of course.

Bitch-whimper was surprised to see Beggar among the four dogs. The big wolfdog gave him a stern side glare, but with the dragon sitting right there that was all he got. Alongside him stood the other three dogs lucky enough to participate in the weekly contest.

The first one was a husky just like he was, but Bitch-whimper didn't remember his name without looking at his tag. Bachelor Party was part of the medical staff, the smallest crew of the ship and one he didn't interact with so much. Medical emergencies happened, but not that often. The husky stood there with his face straight and chin up just like the other four, but Bitch-whimper guessed that the dragon needed to be bolder when he required more specialized dogs for jobs like the medical crew. The story was that Bachelor Party had been taken by Captain Zeth when the dog made the unfortunate mistake of getting too drunk at, as his name implied, a bachelor party. They said the poor guy was going to get married the next few days to some pretty girl out there... until the dragon found him attractive and took a liking for him. Bachelor Party was bigger than Bitch-whimper and just better looking overall with a fur that had more white in it.

The second dog participating in the contest was easier to recognize. Lucky Boy was a tall doberman, fit and well toned. Bitch-whimper guessed he probably wasn't as muscular as Muscle Toy, but the doberman's innately short fur gave him an advantage by making their defined shapes visible. Lucky Boy was a bridge member and was an obnoxiously devoted one. The doberman had been a slightly popular porn star before getting dragged into the crew and, apparently, one of the dragon's favorites. Bitch-whimper knew the doberman spent more time with Captain Zeth than usual.

By Lucky Boy's side stood another dog Bitch-whimper could recognize. The rottweiler was large and intimidating as most of his breed usually were making the doberman by his side look much smaller in comparison. What made the big dog easy to recognize, however, were the small pink frills that adorned the jockstrap. Unlike the regular white, the thing's idle status was a bright pink while also looking somewhat smaller. Anyone that looked at it could easily mistake it for a pair of panties. Princess was part of the sanitation crew so Bitch-whimper got to see him cleaning and mopping around the ship pretty often. Much like with Beggar, Princess' name was a sore spot for the large dog and one better not mentioned. Still, Bitch-whimper had been around long enough.

He knew that apparently Princess had already been a slave prior to getting purchased by the dragon, but even the life of a miner could sometimes be less challenging than being part of Captain Zeth's crew. The rottweiler had been outraged when he learned that he was supposed to bend over to take the dragon's cock 'like a faggot', as he put it. The rottweiler had been loud, making quite a scene when he called Captain Zeth a 'faggot' and a 'sissy' several times. It was hard to believe that that was the same dog that now stood there, back straight and head lowered in respect while wearing that special jockstrap.

Bitch-whimper took a deep breath as he approached the captain, drive clutched in his hand so hard that he thought he might crush it. He stood next to the dragon's chair and, though it took a few seconds for the dragon to bother to look away from his dogs to look at him, he kept his back straight and head up as he knew he was expected to. He had given the captain messages hundreds, maybe thousands of times and yet still he grew nervous. This time even more so because Bitch-whimper had never delivered a fake message before. Finally, Captain Zeth glanced at him. The dragon let out an annoyed sigh.

"You." The dragon spoke pointing at Lucky Boy, the doberman. "Make out with him." The Captain pointed at the rottweiler, Princess, at his side. Both dogs looked at each other with the rottweiler not looking pleased at all. It was the doberman that initiated things, pulling Princess' head down towards his muzzle into a kiss. He closed his eyes and everything making it look passionate while the rottweiler just looked mighty uncomfortable. Still, he kissed back. The dragon's eyes were right over both of them. He just watched the dogs making out for a few seconds before he finally turned towards Bitch-whimper while they kept themselves busy. The husky forced himself to meet the dragon's eyes.

"Oh glorious Captain! The lead engineer has asked me to tell you that the engines are running smoothly and at full power!" The husky's fear grew, but he did his best to ignore it. "If you require a repeat of this message, please kick this useless messenger in the balls!"

Bitch-whimper tried to look enthusiastic. The dragon didn't say anything for a moment, then just snorted.

"That's it? The console is showing me that. Useless." The dragon waved a dismissive hand towards Bitch-whimper and just turned away. The husky dared let himself relax for a moment, but then he caught sight of the dragon signaling towards Muscle Toy, then nodding towards him. The large akita stepped forward and, for a split second, Bitch-whimper panicked. He knew what was coming, he just had to force himself to keep still with his hands still at his sides when the akita's foot came flying towards his balls. The impact against the messenger's nuts had even the four dogs watching wince. Just as with Beggar earlier, the husky hunched forward in pain with his eyes starting to tear up.

"There's no need to repeat it," the dragon said, waving him away despite the kick. Bitch-whimper nodded still out of breath because of the pain and backed away from the dragon whose full attention was back at the dogs making out. He finally signaled for them to stop, too.

"That's enough. Good boys." The dragon's tone was one of full authority. He motioned the dogs forward with a beckoning claw and all four of them scrambled to obey, then that single claw pointing downwards was enough to make them all know they were supposed to kneel in front of the dragon.

The dragon gave the camera on the far side of the room a pleased look, then leaned back against his large chair spreading his legs and leaving his half-hard, large cock exposed. It was a known ritual before the contest began, but Bitch-whimper wasn't used to watching it from so close.

"Show your appreciation for being chosen," the dragon ordered as calmly as ever. Just like that, all four dogs advanced forward with their muzzles starting to lick and worship the dragon's cock as if it was the most delicious piece of food in the whole world and they had all been starving for weeks. The dragon had been known for disqualifying dogs from the contest for not showing 'enough appreciation' and, after having the rare privilege of being chosen for a chance to cum not even the proudest dog would want to risk that.

Bitch-whimper himself was still panting. The husky made an effort to stand up straight with his balls still hurting, but with all dogs' heads between the dragon's legs fighting to lick his hardening cock and the captain himself enjoying the pleasure, Bitch-whimper saw an opportunity. Even Muscle Toy was absorbed in watching the display from the side of the captain's chair with that look of annoyed jealousy the obsessed akita always had when the dragon was using someone else.

Silently, the husky took a few more steps backwards towards the console. The only console input to stick the flash drive in he knew of was the same one he had seen Puppy Cock, the bridge dog, put on the flash drive with codes he always delivered so Bitch-whimper casually made his way back to that side of the console. With another quick look to make sure everyone was occupied, the husky quickly brought the flash drive hidden in his hand up and stuck it in the console. Everything was silent, but Ball Licker had assured him that all he needed to do was put it in.

Bitch-whimper was holding his breath. Part of him expected some alarm or message to pop up and draw all the attention towards him, but nothing happened. He wasn't even sure it was working, but he was in too deep to quit. With the drive in the console, the husky quickly stepped away from it so that he would not draw any suspicion towards the small flash drive being out of place.

All he had to do was wait ten fucking minutes somehow and then manage to take it out without anyone seeing it. Bitch-whimper's ears fell back just thinking about that. How the fuck would he pull that out?

"Enough," the dragon said snapping his fingers and immediately all four dogs retreated from his now hard, saliva-coated monster of a cock. A single wave of his hand was enough for the dogs to understand they had to go back to their positions standing and lined up in front of the captain's chair with their hands behind their backs in obedience. Bitch-whimper just stood there in the back. Muscle Toy did glance at him again, but with some luck they wouldn't pay the messenger any more mind.

"It's the time you're all been waiting for with such eagerness," the dragon continued in his calm, obnoxious voice. He was speaking louder so that the camera would pick up his voice with more clarity, Bitch-whimper knew. "The contest rules."

Captain Zeth stood up. With his hard cock standing proudly, every single dog in the room straightened up. Some ears shot down, some tails tucked themselves between their legs. The dragon walked up to the lined up dogs without saying anything and Bitch-whimper saw all of them growing nervous, except maybe for the doberman, Lucky Boy. Cocky bridge members, the husky thought.

The tension in the air was pretty much palpable. The dragon approached Beggar, who stood on the far left side of the line of dogs and circled him like a military general inspecting a lowly soldier. The wolfdog's cocky attitude from earlier was all but gone in front of the dragon. Bitch-whimper could see his tail between his legs even though the wolfdog was probably fighting to keep it straight. The husky knew, for he had been in that position himself more than once. The dragon's cock brushed against Beggar's thigh while his hand came forth to feel up Beggar's chest. There was no reservation, no care for privacy or boundaries. The dragon just touched him however he liked. The captain's hand felt the dog's muscles on his chest, then went down to his abs. It lingered there for a moment, then it moved down to the dog's jockstrap.

He felt the dog's soft cock through the fabric. It didn't take touching to see that Beggar's dick was already trying to harden to that alone, but the jockstrap quickly prevented it.

"I'm sure you're all wanting to let your little pricks out to play." The dragon kept toying with Beggar's cock through the fabric even though it was already keeping the dog's dick from growing harder. Beggar's ears were pinned down against his head, but he did a good job in standing perfectly still to let the captain do whatever he wanted.

Unlike the crew, Captain Zeth had full authority to do as he pleased with the dogs' jockstraps. While the dogs themselves couldn't as much as tug at it without it engaging in punishment mode right away, the jockstrap's tech was capable of recognizing the dragon's touch in ways that Bitch-whimper could not understand. All the husky knew was that, when Captain Zeth took hold of the waistband of Beggar's jockstrap and tugged it down, it looked like the piece of tortuous technology was no different than a regular jock. Bitch-whimper saw Beggar gasp and felt his own dick harden at the sight of the dog's cock out in the open. It started growing right away.

The captain left Beggar's jockstrap down at his thighs and then his hand moved straight up to toy with with the dog's fully hard length. He did it slowly, trailing his fingers through it in light strokes. Bitch-whimper saw Beggar's eyes closing, his arms trembling to keep his hands behind his back and continue to stand still for the dragon. The dog, like any other canine member of the crew, hadn't had his cock free and out in the open like that in weeks.

The only sound in the room was that of the dragon's pleased humming as he played with the pent up dog's cock. Every eye in the room was on the dragon's hand as it trailed up and down Beggar's cock, up and down. Bitch-whimper pressed his legs together. He was used to seeing such things through the camera that was broadcasting it to every other dog in the ship in their rooms as part of the contest, but seeing it from up close like that had distinct effect. It didn't help that he had been teased mercilessly over the last few days as well. Regardless of that every other dog in the room including Muscle Toy looked just as affected by the sight as Bitch-whimper was.

Finally, the dragon let go. He didn't say anything and Beggar, whose ears shot straight down, let out a very quiet whine of frustration. It was enough to bring the dragon's eyes up to him. Bitch-whimper saw how Beggar, who had looked so tough the other day, averted his eyes from the dragon right away to look straight forward. How his tail tucked itself so hard between his legs it brushed against his balls under his now rock hard dick. The captain still didn't say anything, but he brought a single clawed finger back to Beggar's cock and, brushing it against the tip, collected a drop of the precum the dog was leaking. Captain Zeth simply brought the pre-covered finger up to Beggar's muzzle.

Bitch-whimper saw Beggar look at it, glance at the dragon, hesitate for a moment. But, he wasn't crazy enough to reject the dragon. Bitch-whimper also saw the hint of disgust in the wolfdog's face when he leaned forward to start lapping at the dragon's finger. Captain Zeth nodded in approval and let the dog lick and suckle his finger clean before finally pulling it away.

The dragon finally moved on. He did the same thing pulling Princess' girly jockstrap down to free his cock, but didn't linger with the large rottweiler as he had with Beggar. He kept going, tugging Lucky Boy's jockstrap down next, then finally, Bachelor Party's. All three dogs' dicks were already as hard as they were allowed to get before the dragon pulled their jocks down and all three dicks went straight to full arousal just for being out in the open. Bitch-whimper also knew very well how the anticipation of the contest, of possibly being allowed to cum, felt.

With all four dogs' jockstraps tugged down and their hard cocks up in the air, the dragon finally moved to stand in front of them all. His own cock hadn't wavered at all showing just how much he appreciated the sight in front of him.

"Today's contest is quite simple," the dragon started. Every dog in the room grew tense, Bitch-whimper included. The husky glanced at the flash drive stuck in the console, though. He wondered how much time had passed.

"It will be a test of endurance. Of willpower. I expect all of you to put your own needs aside and make a genuine effort to show your utter devotion to your captain." As the dragon continued, he took a few steps back so that he could sit back down at his big chair. His hand went down to casually stroke his cock.

"Muscle Toy." As soon as the dragon said that, the dutiful akita stepped forth. "You will kneel between those two." The dragon pointed at the dogs on the far right. Bachelor Party, the other husky and Lucky Boy, the fit doberman. Muscle Toy didn't even hesitate before he stepped forward and went down to his knees, muzzle right between both hard dicks. Even Lucky Boy being the cocky bridge member he was looked nervous.

Bitch-whimper saw the dragon start to move to stand up, but then the messenger froze when the dragon's eyes went up to him instead. Bitch-whimper failed to keep his ears from folding back.

"You, messenger. I'm glad you're still here." Bitch-whimper froze. He swallowed hard, feeling fear rising on his chest. He had hoped he wouldn't even be noticed! Maybe the dragon had caught up to what he was doing. Maybe he had seen him put the flash drive in there, maybe he would punish him so hard that...

"Kneel between those two," the dragon said, interrupting his thoughts. Bitch-whimper blinked looking at the spot the captain was pointing at between Beggar and Princess, the two dogs on the left side. The husky, even confused as he was, nodded and hurried to obey with a mix of both fear of what was happening and relief that he hadn't been caught. Yet.

Bitch-whimper saw both large, tall dogs looking down at him when he knelt between their dicks, both rock hard and large, though not as big as the dragon's. The husky was already starting to regret being there in the first place.

"As I said, it's quite simple. At my command these two will start stroking those needy excuses for a cock you have. You are expected to hold out as much as you can and show real determination to give me a long, enjoyable show." Bitch-whimper saw Captain Zeth's hand speeding up ever so slightly in the stroking of his own cum. Amusement was pretty much dripping from the dragon's strict voice.

"Whoever can last the longest will get a real, full orgasm. The others? Because you're so disappointing and pathetic, my little helpers here will stop all touching when they see you starting to climax. I don't even need to say that touching yourselves in any way during while your dicks drip in defeat is strictly forbidden. You may return to your quarters after that and show more endurance next time you're chosen."

Absolute silence took over the room. All four dogs were looking at each other. In most contests at least two of the four or five chosen dogs got to cum. Sometimes three. It was rare to see only one getting that privilege. Or, at least, the privilege of a real orgasm. No male could ever look forward to getting a ruined orgasm when they had been denied as long as the four dogs were. No one dared to speak up in complaint, though Bitch-whimper could sense that all four dogs were foolishly hoping one of the others would. Having someone get disqualified and punished would only increase their chances of winning, after all.

It was as if the dragon was expecting someone to protest as well, for paused to let the silence stretch on. Bitch-whimper glanced back to see his eyes trailing over each one of them. The husky took the opportunity to also glance back at the flash drive too with growing anxiety. How was he going to be able to grab the drive before leaving? If they found it stuck in the console in the morning would the dragon and his bridge members be able to associate it to him? To Ball Licker? Bitch-whimper cursed his own recklessness. He should have known better!

"Take hold of their pricks," the dragon ordered. Even though the husky's heart thumped in his chest, the two cocks at his side still stood there hard and eager. Bitch-whimper looked to the side to see Muscle Toy bringing his hands up to grip each dick at his side firmly. The akita did not seem pleased at all with having to handle other dogs' cocks. Bitch-whimper brought his hands up to do the same not happy about it either. He'd never been too fond of other males and, even though he had grown used to seeing dudes all the time in the mad environment he lived in, it was still very rare for him to engage in any sort of sexual activity with them. Heck, it had been months since he had been with the dragon, even. Both the rottweiler's and the wolfdog's cocks were considerably larger than his own, but even though they were males, even though the strong smell of their musk was making the husky's nose wrinkle with disgust, his own dick still tried to harden inside its prison. He would do anything to be in their place.

"You will start out slow and gradually start to speed up to a steady pace," the dragon continued from behind Bitch-whimper. "If you see or feel any hint that they are going to cum, let go. If you don't, you'll be severely punished." Bitch-whimper had a feeling that that was being said more to him than to Muscle Toy since the akita would never dare to disobey the captain. He wasn't crazy enough to do it, either. At least, not to his face like this. "Wait until my command, then start."

After the dragon said that, the room became silent again. Bitch-whimper could feel both cocks just pulsing in his hand with anticipation. Beggar's cock felt sticky because of the precum he had let out when the dragon played with him, but the husky could feel something warm dripping over his hand gripping Princess' cock too. He had to fight not to let go of the cock and wipe his hand. Bitch-whimper could see Beggar's tail swishing around in anxiety, could see Princess' legs trembling, Bachelor Party's foot moving and restless. He was sure the dragon was basking in their eagerness, the cursed fucker. It took a whole few minutes before the captain finally gave the signal.

"Go." As soon as the dragon said that, Muscle Toy started moving his hands. The doberman and husky he stroked groaned right away. The akita seemed as dedicated as always to follow the dragon's orders by putting good effort in the stroking, kneading the dogs' cocks with a thumb as he moved his hands up, then moving it back down. Everything slowly at first, as the dragon had ordered.

Afraid of any punishment, Bitch-whimper had little choice but to start doing the same to the two males' cocks as well. He watched Muscle Toy to make sure he was keeping a slow enough pace, but by the way both dicks throbbed in his grip it looked like that might already be too fast. He could see Princess with his eyes closed and an expression of bliss in his face while Beggar just frowned as if concentrating. The wolfdog's cock spurted more precum over the husky's hand.

Bitch-whimper's own cock strained against the cursed jockstrap. The husky took little pleasure in masturbating other dogs, but everything was just so sexual. As he stared at his own hand moving up and down Beggar's large cock, he could picture it moving over his own. He swore he could almost feel it. His hand went up and down, up and down. He could see the wolfdog's pent-up dick letting out those small globs of precum again and again. The sight was almost tantalizing. A whine came from above and Bitch-whimper saw Princess' expression changing from blissful to frustrated as if the rottweiler was already close to blowing. By the way his cock throbbed the husky didn't doubt it. Princess closed his eyes shut to focus in holding back as well.

"Keep up, messenger. Faster." The dragon said from behind him. It made Bitch-whimper lift his eyes to look at Muscle Toy with urgency and see that the akita was already pumping his dogs' cocks at a steady pace. Bitch-whimper sped up as well making both dogs moan right away. The seconds went by, one by one, and the signs of distress from all four dogs continued to increase.

Still, it must have been barely five minutes into the contest when a higher pitched whine filled the room.

"N-no!" All dogs' eyes went to the far right of the line where Bachelor Party, the other husky, whimpered. Muscle Toy let go of his cock all of a sudden, bringing yet another deeply frustrated whine from the dog just as his cock started to spurt cum. Several heavy jets of cum flew from the husky's cock as it pulsed in the air without a single touch to bring it pleasure. Bitch-whimper saw Muscle Toy frown when Bachelor Party's hands left his back to come close to his cock, but the dog didn't dare touch himself no matter how much he must have wanted to. The sight of that deeply pent up cock weakening as it spilled the last remnants of what was certainly going to be the dogs' only orgasm in a matter of weeks again was almost sad. His orgasm had been completely ruined.

"Looks like we have our first loser," the captain said. The dragon stood up even with Bitch-whimper still stroking two cocks and Muscle Toy working on the doberman's. Without ceremony, he simply walked up to the husky, who seemed to still be fighting against the immense will to touch his cock. The husky was so absorbed by the sight of his own dick covered in his cum without him having felt any of it that he didn't even see the dragon approaching until the captain's hand just grabbed his jockstrap by his thighs and pulled it back up. Just like that, the poor dog was unable to touch or reach himself again even if he wanted to. Bitch-whimper saw the poor husky's eyes wet with sheer frustration.

The dragon gave the dog's crotch a few pats which alone made Bachelor Party groan with pleasure again, and then that was it.

"You can go. Better luck next time." The dragon simply turned around and went back to his chair to enjoy the rest of the show. Bitch-whimper saw how the captain's dick too had precum dripping from its tip, obviously getting off from everything.

The husky gave the dragon a begging, heart-breaking look, but ultimately just nodded and, with his ears low and tail between his legs, walked to the door and left.

"Get back in the proper rhythm," the dragon ordered. Bitch-whimper noticed he had slowed down a little, so he picked up the pace of his stroking again just like Muscle Toy. After the fearsome display, both Beggar and Princess looked even more focused than before since neither of them wanted to be the next one to go through a ruined orgasm.

And then, Bitch-whimper felt it.

He let out a small whimper of his own, which made both Beggar and Princess open their eyes to glance down at him. Both immediately understood why he had whimpered. The husky too looked down to confirm what he was feeling. His jockstrap was turning dark blue.

The soft caressing that was now almost familiar to the husky started over his dick. It had already been straining against his hardened jockstrap before, but with that intense feeling that felt like a mouth suckling on his cock with fierce determination the husky felt an intense rush of arousal.

"No slowing down." The dragon's orders came from behind him, making Bitch-whimper make an effort to keep his hands from faltering. He saw the akita staring at him as well, but then a few new dots started connecting in the husky's mind. It hadn't been even close to an hour since the last time his jockstrap activated. A small, quiet chuckle coming from the dragon behind him told Bitch-whimper all he needed to know. The dragon had activated the punishment mode manually. It was the only explanation! The usual small thread of hatred joined the immense river of frustration raging inside the husky, but he had no choice but to continue to masturbate both cocks while his own got teased mercilessly inside his jockstrap at least a week away from any chance of being touched.

From that point onward each second was torture. The smell of male musk was all Bitch-whimper could feel, the wet slapping sound of cocks being jerked off, the warm stickiness of both dogs' seeds against his hand and the constant immense pleasure surrounding his cock and balls. His member kept trying and trying to harden helplessly but even unable to do so, Bitch-whimper still felt like he was going to cum every now and then. Naturally, every time he did, the pleasure winded down just enough so that he wouldn't, as always. Fuck technology. Fuck the jockstrap. Fuck the dragon. Fuck everything!

Another whine yanked the husky away from his own plight. It was Princess. The rottweiler was growing restless, shifting his weight. Bitch-whimper could feel his cock throbbing faster just as he saw the rottweiler's face scrunch up in frustration. The rottweiler was going to cum, but he was fighting really, really hard to keep it from happening. Still, it was obviously a losing battle. As Bitch-whimper continued to stroke, small bursts of precum started coming. The husky glanced back at the dragon not sure if he should let go or not only to see Captain Zeth licking his licks while his eyes were deeply focused on the rottweiler's pulsing cock.

There was no avoiding it. Princess let out a long, drawn-out groan with a mix of both pleasure and frustration that sounded weird given the rottweiler's powerful, masculine voice. Bitch-whimper let go of his cock as soon as the first strong pulse came and, just as he did, he felt a thick shot of cum hit him in the shoulder before he shifted more towards Beggar.

With his own cock getting teased mercilessly it was even more painful to watch the large rottweiler's cock wildly dribbling and shooting cum with no touch at all. Princess managed to keep his hands behind his back, but the rottweiler leaned forward, moaning even as his orgasm was completely and thoroughly ruined. By the time he was finished there was cum all over the floor in a small puddle in front of him. Bitch-whimper glanced back towards the dragon again to see him smirking and stroking his own cock with immense pleasure plastered all over his face at the display.

When Princess' cock was reduced to just a small dribble of cum over itself, the scene from before repeated itself. Captain Zeth stood up, walked up to Princess and pulled his pink, frilly jockstrap up. The naked dragon didn't seem bothered at all by stepping on the heavy pool of dog spunk with his bare feet.

"Be better next time," the captain just said and turned back to his chair. He didn't even glance back at the panting rottweiler, who just whined and, very reluctantly, turned around to leave as well.

Captain Zeth didn't have to say anything this time. Bitch-whimper made an effort to make sure he was up to speed with Muscle Toy working on Beggar's cock. He saw the wolfdog trembling, twitching and he could hear tiny hints of silent whines coming from him every now and then showing that Beggar wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer either.

Lucky Boy, the fit good looking doberman didn't look like he was doing too well either. Muscle Toy was merciless, not stopping or slowing down for even a second, but the doberman still held out remarkably well. Maybe he had training since he used to work as a porn star? Or maybe the rumors that he got to get off when he slept with the dragon somtimes were true. There was no way of knowing how many weeks each of the dogs participating in the contest had been in denial for, which hardly made the contest truly fair, but what in that messed up crew was fair? Bitch-whimper knew fully well that to Captain Zeth one or five more weeks of denial to a dog hardly made any difference.

The husky was having a hard time focusing. He could swear the jockstrap was treating his trapped cock even better than usual. He felt like he was on the edge of cumming almost constantly, and then the jockstrap would slow down to nothing but a distant pleasurable tingle while he hung there.

Everything was so overwhelming. Bitch-whimper knew he had to focus. He still needed to find a way to get the flash drive before leaving. How was he ever going to be able to manage that? He was sure that after the contest was over he was going to be sent back to his quarters alongside the other dogs and then he'd be screwed. The husky glanced back at the dragon again who now had all of his attention over Lucky Boy. The dragon was staring at the doberman squirming to hold back from cumming as if it the dog's torture was the absolute hottest thing in the entire world. That was the kind of distraction Bitch-whimper needed if he wanted to have a chance of getting away with the flash drive. If only he hadn't been pulled into the contest!

A thought went by the husky's head. If he was going to succeed in his plan, he was going to need to get out of the contest and the only way he could have a chance to do that was...

Bitch-whimper looked up at Beggar. The wolfdog was trembling even more. The muscles in his arms were bulging and he was breathing heavily, clearly making a lot of effort to focus in whatever it was that he was doing to keep himself from cumming. The husky felt guilty, but he had no choice. Very subtly, he started speeding up his stroking.

The wolfdog, however, noticed it. He opened his eyes to look down at Bitch-whimper with a hint of confusion. Bitch-whimper met them and he could see the wolfdog's efforts to keep himself from blowing. The doberman was squirming more and looked just about ready to give in soon enough as well. Bitch-whimper knew he had very little time.

The husky glanced back at the dragon again to make sure the captain was still fully focused in the doberman's body. Muscle Toy was busy stroking the doberman, so Bitch-whimper took that opportunity. He looked up at Beggar and gave him the best apologetic look he could before he subtly leaned in towards that drooling, throbbing cock he was stroking and... gave it a small lick.

The taste of precum was disgusting to say the least. Bitch-whimper frowned, but his soft tongue brushing against the tip of Beggar's cock had the desired effect. The dog's concentration broke and he moaned. His cock started pulsing, throbbing harder just like Princess' had.

"W-what th- no!" Beggar pretty much shouted. Bitch-whimper let go of his cock just as he started to cum. Beggar moaned with a deep, deep tone of frustration while also doing his best to keep his hands away from his cock as he rode through the incredible frustration of his own ruined orgasm.

Bitch-whimper could only watch, but now with his hands free he was able to cup his own crotch since his own jock was still working on his cock. The frustration he was feeling himself helped take his mind off what he had just done to Beggar. Again, his attention drifted away from the dog into thoughts of sex of his own, at least until he felt Beggar's hands grabbing his scruff. The whole world spun as he was pulled upwards, forced to stand and then to look at Beggar's growling muzzle showing all of his teeth right in front of him. Bitch-whimper's ears shot straight down.

"He CHEATED!" Beggar shouted. "He licked my dick! He made me cum! MADE ME LOSE!"

All eyes turned to them both, even Lucky Boy's who was still squirming not to cum since Muscle Toy didn't actually stop stroking his dick. Bitch-whimper saw, however, that Captain Zeth looked very, very displeased. That was what made the husky's tail tuck itself between his legs. The dragon's eyes slowly shifted towards him as he stood up.

"Is that true?" The dragon asked, calm as ever. Bitch-whimper was trembling in fear, so much that the jockstrap had to go back to actively work on his cock again. Still, Bitch-whimper was quick to shake his head.

"No! N-n-no, master! I would never disob-" Bitch-whimper started, his voice meek and submissive, but Beggar's growling interrupted him.

"LIAR!" The wolfdog shouted right at his ear, making Bitch-whimper flinch. The larger dog shook him still holding his scruff, but the dragon stepped forward. Still calm and still looking displeased, Captain Zeth came up to them.

"Let him go," the dragon ordered, his voice cold and commanding. Beggar's ears dropped, his growling diminished and he obeyed. As soon as he did, Bitch-whimper stepped away from the wolfdog in fear. Captain Zeth didn't hesitate to take hold of Beggar's jockstrap and yank it up even more violently than he did the others. Beggar just whimpered seeing his cock get sealed into the jockstrap again.

"Making excuses because you lost is pitiful," the dragon said still sounding pissed. Beggar's eyes went wide, but his tail tucked itself straight between his legs. Bitch-whimper took a few more steps back.

"But sir! He li-" Beggar started, but one cold glare from the dragon made was enough to make him quiet down. The dragon gave the wolfdog a small shove back.

"Pathetic. Beggar, isn't it? Jockstrap. Beggar. One week of punishment mode one." The dragon announced loud and clear for the whole room to hear. Beggar's eyes shot open wide, then the wolfdog looked down in despair to see his jockstrap starting to turn light red indicating he was in punishment mode one.

"No!" Beggar still said, desperate. "I'm telling the truth! If you look in the video you'll see! He made me cum on purpose!" The wolfdog pointed straight to Bitch-whimper, who still had his ears low. The husky took a few more steps back from him, but the dragon wasn't having it.

"Beggar. Engage punishment. Thirty minutes." As soon as the dragon said that, Beggar's jockstrap started turning from light red to dark red indicating his punishment was active. The wolfdog's hands shot down to his balls with a hard grunt. Bitch-whimper knew that feeling really well, too.

While his blue punishment mode two teased and edged his trapped cock, punishment mode one was the exact opposite. Beggar fell down to his knees still gripping his crotch with all his might while the jockstrap squeezed and crushed his balls. The wolfdog's breathing and grunting let everyone know quite clearly the short intervals at which the jockstrap hit his balls and the husky knew that each one felt like a light kick to them. Over and over again.

"Get out," the dragon ordered. Captain Zeth himself grabbed Beggar's scruff much like he had done to Bitch-whimper and straightened him up. The wolfdog was still wobbly, his legs pressing themselves together when the jockstrap squeezed his balls one more time, but the captain promptly turned him towards the door and gave him a hard shove that sent Beggar stumbling forward. The wolfdog looked back at them with watery eyes. Bitch-whimper saw his glare linger on him for a second longer than the others, eyes full of rage, but after another hard grunt Beggar went back to gripping his balls and started walking forward in an awkward way to leave as he had been ordered.

"Master! Please, may I...?!" Both captain Zeth and Bitch-whimper turned towards the doberman who spoke up. Muscle Toy still hadn't stopped working on his dick even while the whole punishment thing went on, as he hadn't been ordered to. The doberman's voice had a desperate whine in them, but Lucky Boy obviously didn't want to risk cumming too soon and losing his orgasm too even if he was clearly the winner. The husky saw a pleased smile grow right back on the dragon's muzzle as his eyes trailed back to the doberman's exposed, beautiful body and his pulsing, desperate dick. Lucky Boy had his own legs pressed together, breathing heavily with his face all scrunched up with effort to hold back from cumming. The dragon licked his lips and calmly moved to walk back to his chair and sit down before he bothered answering.

"Hmm. Hold it in for two more minutes. Do that for me and you'll have earned your orgasm today." The dragon's hand went back to stroking his hard cock. It was as if the outburst and punishment over Beggar had never happened at all. Another whine came from the doberman who nodded weakly and closed his eyes with a heavy frown. Lucky Boy was trembling all over looking just desperate to hold out. His cock was letting out small burst of precum that had Muscle Toy's hand working over it all wet and sticky with strings of pre slowly drooling down from it. The akita didn't seem bothered at all. As always, his expression was stoic and firm while he did his duty.

Everything was as Bitch-whimper knew it would be. The dragon's attention was back at the doberman and nobody was paying him any mind anymore. The husky needed a few moments to cope with his own afflictions. The jockstrap was still dark blue and the husky cursed the thing as he felt another rush of pleasure crash over him. He had to hold his breath for a second, his cock throbbing inside its prison, throbbing as if it was going to start cumming only for the pleasure to diminish to that small teasing tingle again. Bitch-whimper let out a silent sigh and forced himself to focus. He only had a few small minutes before Lucky Boy cummed and then, even if Captain Zeth didn't care enough about him to notice what he was doing, Muscle Toy probably would. The akita was relentless.

Despite how hard it was to walk and focus with his jockstrap still actively teasing his dick, Bitch-whimper did his best to be silent as he casually stepped backwards towards the console. He had no idea how much time had passed since he stuck the thing in there, but it certainly had been way more than ten fucking minutes. The flash drive was still stuck to the console the same way he had put it with no indication that anything had happened, but Ball Licker said it would work. It better fucking work.

Bitch-whimper closed in on the console. He glanced towards the dragon one last time to make sure his attention was still in the gasping, whining doberman and then in one swoop stepped forward, pulled the flash drive out and held it tight in his hand again. The husky quickly and quietly stepped away from the console doing his best to try to walk properly through the immense waves of pleasure he was filling. It was so incredibly frustrating! Bitch-whimper considered going for the door, but that would mean crossing the dragon's field of vision. He wanted nothing more than to get away from that place with the flash drive in his hand, but didn't want to risk getting the dragon's attention and being called to do something again while holding the drive. He couldn't deny that a small part of him also held a curious fascination over the extremely erotic display of Lucky Boy's cock pulsing with need, getting stroked and knowing that he was about to get an orgasm. Bitch-whimper's own cock throbbed harder inside his jockstrap prison just thinking about it.

Two minutes had certainly already passed and yet the dragon was still just staring at Lucky Boy's agony and stroking himself. A perpetual smirk adorned his face, the captain's eyes fixated on the doberman's body. On every twitch of his dick, on every whimper of frustration that Lucky Boy let out desperately trying to hold back. Finally, the dragon spoke.

"You may cum now." That was all it took. Not two seconds went by and the doberman let out a loud moan that was really more of a howl. Muscle Toy didn't speed up or slow down, he simply kept stroking the dog's cock just as he had been doing for the whole contest. Nevertheless, the doberman's cock shot rope after rope of thick dog cum that splashed on the floor in one of the biggest loads of cum Bitch-whimper had ever seen. With his own jockstrap still teasing him, the husky let out a silent moan himself. His ears went down watching the doberman get the pleasure he craved so desperately himself from up close. His hand tightened around the flash drive, his best hope of reaching an orgasm like that any time soon.

It only lasted a few seconds. Lucky Boy let himself fall down to his knees panting as if he had just run ten miles without pause. By the time Muscle Toy let go of his cock, it was still spurting weak jets of cum that looked just as thick as before.

"Very good. Was it pleasant? Letting it all out?" The dragon's question was still full of amusement. Bitch-whimper saw Lucky Boy's ears fold back. The husky, the doberman and every dog that was watching knew that the contest still wasn't truly over. Not until the dragon had had his pleasure too.

"Yes, master," Lucky Boy answered dutifully without hesitating and keeping his head low.

"Look at the mess you've made," the dragon said, pointing down at the floor. There was indeed big splatters and pools of cum, much of it done by Lucky Boy just moments ago, but most of the mess was also the considerable amounts of cum from the ruined orgasms the three other dogs had had. "I can't leave my ship's bridge filthy with dog spunk, can I? Clean everything up."

The doberman just stared up at the dragon. He looked down at the several different pools of cum on the floor, but the order seemed to take a moment to sink in. Lucky Boy was an obedient bridge member, but licking his own cum and other dogs' cum off the floor was something Bitch-whimper doubted the doberman had done even in the most hardcore of the porn movies he had made.

"The master gave you an order." Muscle Toy was now standing next to the kneeling doberman and the akita did not hesitate to grab the back of Lucky Boy's neck and force his head down until his nose touched one of the largest pools of cum right in front of him. The doberman let out a small whimper, but was quick to start lapping. Bitch-whimper frowned in disgust just as much as he saw the doberman frown himself watching that tongue get white and sticky with cum as he took it in. Captain Zeth, on the other hand, just grinned. The dragon was stroking his cock even faster now, but Bitch-whimper could see he was just stroking himself for pleasure. Like one would do while casually watching some good porn. The real action was going to be between the dragon and the 'lucky' winner later in his room.

As Muscle Toy directed Lucky Boy's head and tongue towards one of the streaks of cum left by Bachelor Party earlier on, Bitch-whimper knew it was time for him to go. He steeled himself and did his best to walk towards the door as if it was nothing. He didn't even dare look back at the dragon. Bitch-whimper simply walked hoping that the anxiety and distress that he knew he was showing would pass out as agony over the fact that his jockstrap was still actively teasing him.

"Messenger." The dragon's voice made Bitch-whimper freeze. He took a silent, deep breath before he turned around towards the dragon.

"Yes, master?" Bitch-whimper gripped the flash drive harder than ever in his hand. He was still trembling, he knew, and he couldn't will his ears to stand up no matter how hard he tried. The husky was doing his best just not to panic. Not to fall down on his knees, admit everything he had done and beg for forgiveness from the dragon. What if the dragon already knew? He couldn't even fathom what punishment would be in store for him if he did. Maybe he had been extremely foolish to think he ever stood a chance of tricking Captain Zeth. Maybe...

"Tell the lead engineer that if he ever bothers me with such an useless message again I'll have him punished. First thing tomorrow morning." The husky tried not to let his relief show. His eyes carefully looked up at the dragon, but Captain Zeth still looked more interested in the doberman licking the floor than in him.

"Yes, master!" Bitch-whimper quickly answered. He started to turn around to leave. His tail was between his legs and he hadn't even noticed it before. The dragon, however, stopped him again.

"And, messenger?" Bitch-whimper stopped to turn back towards the dragon, keeping his head low. He could barely even breath.

"You did a decent job on the contest. You can go back to message type two." The dragon still didn't even bother to look at him, but Bitch-whimper's relief was almost palpable.

"Thank you, master!" The husky quickly nodded. He felt his jockstrap's teasing slowing down and, looking down, he saw that it was turning back to light blue. The husky's heart was still racing even after he opened the door, left and heard it close behind him. He had done it.

Bitch-whimper couldn't help but smile. Alone in the hallway, his tail started wagging. He brought his hand up to look at the flash drive which was all covered in sweat. His cock was still hard, or, well, as hard as it could be. It still hurt as it tried to harden and he could feel the inside of his jockstrap absolutely sticky with his own precum, but for the first time in a long time, Bitch-whimper had actual hope. He had no idea if it had worked, he had no idea if that plan would ever work, but he had done it!

"Fucking dragon," the husky said in his usual very low voice. "Fucking dragon will get what's coming for him."

Bitch-whimper rubbed his own deeply frustrated dick for a moment over the cursed jockstrap, took a deep breath and headed back to his room. All he had to do was wait until morning.