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Nick was so excited, he was practically jittering the entire way home. The red dragon anthro had left work early, calling off the afternoon, completely unable to focus on anything else.

It came! It came! It came!

When he had finally reached his house and carried inside the massive cardboard box sitting on his front porch, he stood in the center of his living room and looked down at the box, too excited and nervous to move for several moments.

The unassuming box before him was the culmination of several months of waiting. As a bondage enthusiast, he'd taken an online survey for BSW, Bondage Solutions Worldwide, the company that made all of his favorite bondage gear. One lucky anthro had been entered into a raffle to win one of BSW's latest, all-in-one, full-package bondage sets. The design was a secret, but what rumors were circulating online since this new equipment's announcement almost a year ago said that it was supposed to be incredibly effective.

"An experience like no other..." Nick whispered to himself, beginning to carefully open the box with shaking paws.

Nick had won, and after he'd signed all the appropriate waivers and warnings, rules, and terms and agreements, he had been not-so-patiently waiting for the thing to finally, finally arrive.

After sliding away the cardboard, Nick was left looking at an aluminum crate, blank except for the large BSW logo and about as long and wide as a prone anthro. He gingerly opened the crate and looked down at the new piece of equipment that wasn't even available for consumer purchase yet.

At first he was disappointed.

This is it? He asked himself, looking at the collection of padded, tough leather straps attached to what looked like a solid mass of latex at the bottom of the box. Bitterness washed over him.

"Awwwww mannnn...."

Maybe the latex melted in transport? Maybe it spent too long in the sun? Maybe they didn't make it properly? Any number of things could have happened, but Nick was crushed. It appeared to be useless. Not only that, but the collection of straps didn't seem to be anything special. The latex had probably been just a suit. A high-quality suit no doubt, but nothing he hadn't seen or used before.

Still, having waited far too long to give up so easily, he snatched the small booklet marked READ ME and opened it up.

It was only one page long. The contents of the entire instruction manual said:

"Thank you for purchasing Bondage Solutions Worldwide's latest product. Place the visor included in your purchase over your eyes and follow the directions. If there are any problems, please contact BSW at the following number: XXX-XXX-XXXX."

The message was repeated in what looked like fifty languages.

A small spark of hope igniting once more in his chest, Nick found the green-tinted visor and placed it over his eyes like thick, heavy sunglasses. The strap fit snugly underneath his horns with a little adjustment.

He waited a moment with baited breath and suddenly the goggles blinked on, black letters projecting in front of his eyes. Nick felt excitement growing in him again.

The text read:

-- Welcome to BSW's all-in-one bondage package, the product that will change the world! This product is voice-activated. Are you the intended user of this product?

_ >YES >NO_

"Yes," Nick said. He felt a little silly sitting on the floor in his living room talking to himself, but he was beginning to believe that his hopes hadn't been dashed after all. Another few lines of text scrolled across his vision.

-- Excellent! Please make sure that you are comfortable and prepared for your bondage experience. Please make sure you are within five feet of the equipment shipped alongside this visor. Please remove all articles of clothing, piercings, jewelry, etc. from your person. Are you ready to begin your bondage experience?

_ >YES >NO_

Nick got up and drank a cup of water, went to the bathroom, and quickly stripped naked before returning to sit by the box once again.

"Yes," he said again, beginning to burn with anticipation.

-- WARNING. This equipment may cause changes to your daily life in its effort to create your ideal bondage experience. BSW is not responsible for any damages or injuries resulting from the use of this product. Do you wish to continue?

_ >YES >NO_

Nick bit his lip and considered the warning. Well this stuff is tested and re-tested. They wouldn't ship a product that would hurt or kill people... I'm sure this is just a warning to cover their asses one last time. His mind made up, Nick steeled his courage, his horniness overcoming his worries, and said "Yes."

As the text disappeared and more began to cover the visor, Nick's cock began to peek out of his slit. The warning about changing daily life was intriguing. How advanced was this product? How far would it go? What was he actually in for?

-- This product will now interface with your body in order to determine the appropriate conditions for your optimal bondage experience. Once this has completed, you will see a green flash and will be asked a final time for confirmation. Please wear the visor at all times. Continue?

_ >YES >NO_

"Yes," Nick said, beginning to stroke his rapidly hardening cock. The anticipation was horrible. He was so excited.

The visor began to warm slightly and he felt a sort of dull vibration in his skull. It was as if a wire was very briefly stretched through his head from ear to ear and then gone again. He smacked his lips as an odd taste filled his mouth. He'd heard about this. Apparently whatever software BSW used in their latest equipment was able to scan your head and determine your deepest, darkest fantasies. Nick wasn't sure he believed all that, but he figured he was in for quite the experience either way. The visor flashed green.

--Analysis completed. Optimal bondage experience calibrated. Initiate process?

>YES >NO

Nick stared at the sentence and swallowed one last time. This was it. It was finally ready.

"Yes," Nick said, watching the box in anticipation, hoping that the product was indeed working properly and that the rather disappointing-looking mass at the bottom of the crate would be more than the sum of its parts. More text scrolled across his visor.

--Beginning process: BITCHSUIT

Nick gasped in excitement. He'd been covered head-to-toe in latex before, but he hadn't told the machine that. It had figured it out on its own! Through the visor he could see straps beginning to rise out of the crate, their edges lit with tiny LED lights set in the fabric. A mass of now liquid latex slid out after them, moving toward Nick.

It does work! He thought with relief. This is going to be awesome!

The latex began to cover him, sliding over his body and forming to his scales. He gasped and panted as it slid over his legs and stomach, enveloping his cock into a tight, form-fitted latex spire. It slid all the way up to the top of his neck and stopped there, leaving the rest of his body completely encased.

Nick looked down at his shiny black self and ran his hands down his legs. His cock was rock-solid and he loved the way the latex felt against his scales. It was certainly a high-quality experience since the suit was perfectly molded to his form, even tightly covering his tail and wings, but he had been hoping for more.

--Initiating process: MITTENS

Nick watched as the latex surrounding his paws slid together, turning his paws into useless mittens, unable to grab or handle anything, his claws locked safely inside where they couldn't cut or scratch.

--Initiating process: IMMOBILIZATION

Ok, now we're getting somewhere... Nick thought to himself as the padded leather straps began to wrap themselves around his body. His legs were strapped together and he was forced into a prone position, laying on his back as his tail was pushed between his legs and then strapped to them as well. His feet were also stuck together so that he couldn't even rotate his ankles. His wings were locked against his back, and his arms were forced into a straight-jacket configuration across his chest.

As Nick watched himself being bound up remotely, a rod connected itself to his wrists and lay flat against his neck, pushing against his bottom jaw and forcing his head back so he was looking at the ceiling.

At this point, Nick was incredibly horny. This was awesome! So far everything had been on the money. He was a helpless slug of a dragon laying on his floor. He could barely wiggle himself as the straps across his body prevented his legs from bending much and there was too much material covering him to sit up.

-- Initiating process: CHASTITY

Oh? Nick thought. He'd done chastity play before with his girlfriend teasing him for a few hours before letting him cum. It didn't do much for him. Oh well, he thought. I don't mind and I can't expect this machine to be on the money all the time, after all. It's been pretty good so far though.

Nick couldn't see anything, though he did feel a slight pain in one ass cheek as if something was injected into him. Huh? He thought, not aware that the equipment was able to administer drugs. After a moment he felt his cock begin to shrink back down despite him still being incredibly horny. When it had retreated almost fully into his slit and he was becoming a little worried, trying to sit up and watch what was happening, he felt a metal cup slide across his body and then latch down over his slit, strapping itself around his hips and locking his cock inside. Another injection in his ass, and his cock tried to reach full mast again but it now felt the hard surface of the cup before it was able to leave its slit.

Before Nick could think further on the implications of the suit being able to administer drugs, new text once again appeared on the screen.

-- Initiating process: SENSORY DEPRIVATION

Nick's eyes widened at that. Sensory deprivation was as far as he'd ever gone before, with earplugs and a blindfold put on him by his girlfriend. It had been horribly sexy, but also a little scary. How does the machine know all this? Nick thought with some trepidation as the latex slid upwards, finally covering his entire head and face and even his horns. Latex slid into his ears and then expanded, blocking out all the background noises of his house, his nostrils were completely covered, and he felt a blindfold strap itself across his eyes on top of the latex, a bit of overkill if you asked him, but he couldn't really complain.

A small cap was left in the front of his mouth allowing him to breathe through the hole without smelling anything. He felt the visor he had been wearing sort of meld into the latex encasing his head, no longer feeling like he was wearing a visor, but a mask.

Okaaayyy... Nick thought, laying in the darkness and silence, unable to move or sense anything around him. He tested his mouth and found that he could still speak, though it required some effort. Thank goodness. I can still communicate with the machine. At least they thought of that, Nick thought as he lay there on the floor.

The helplessness of his situation washed over him and his cock twitched, desperately trying to break through the metal cup over his slit. So far the machine was working beautifully. He was at the perfect spot of fear and familiarity. This was great. He was tussled up and helpless, without his senses, and with no way to free himself physically. This was as far as he'd ever gotten in terms of bondage and giving up his own control over his bodily autonomy, and the tiny bit of fear and worry he was feeling as he lay in the darkness was doing wonders for his raging boner.

If only I could reach it! Nick groaned mentally. The chastity was definitely working. He knew the machine wouldn't let him cum and the idea excited him, but he oh so badly wanted to cum. When I get out of here this orgasm is going to be amazing... Nick thought to himself as he wiggled on the floor, needy and helpless.

Then, to his surprise, the darkness lit up and more text scrolled across the screen.

--Initiating process: EDGING AND STIMULATION

Almost immediately a dragon-shaped cock grew up into his ass and began to vibrate exactly against his g-spot. Nick arched his back as much as he could and let out a deep moan. He felt another injection in his ass and suddenly he felt more sensitive, his cock twitching even more, now more urgently and desperately begging to be played with. He humped the air in a futile display of need and rolled over, trying to hump against the floor before he realized that he couldn't bend enough to make much momentum, and the hard cup was already pushed as far as it could go against his slit.

It wasn't helping.

He tried rocking from side to side on the ground, trying to mush and slide the cup against his slit in order to deliver some form of outside stimulation to his cock, but it didn't work. He was aware of how ridiculous he must look from the outside, a tight, shiny dragon bound up and rolling on the ground, and was glad he was home alone.

But he needed to cum! This was too much. He didn't think he could handle the teasing for much longer. He was about to open his mouth and try to release himself from the system when more text appeared in the darkness.

--Initiating process: COCKGAG

Suddenly Nick's mouth was forced open as a large dragon penis was shoved inside, flattening his tongue against the floor of his mouth and poking at the back of his throat, teasing his gag reflex. The large member was warm and wiggled slightly, adding to the effect. He was able to breathe through a thick hole in the dildo reaching to the cap in the latex, but it certainly wasn't comfortable.

Nick was alright with ball gags, but this was too far. He was a straight male and he didn't like the thought of another dragon's member stuffed down his throat. He was overstimulated, desperately horny, lost in the darkness around him, and had a cock in his mouth. He resolved to speak to the machine and turn it off.

But... He... he couldn't. He realized with wide eyes that he couldn't speak with the machine anymore. In desperation he rolled onto his side and began to wiggle back and forth as much as possible, trying to break out of the straps restraining him, but they were far too strong.

Is this some kind of design oversight? How did this make it through testing? He began to panic, wondering how he was supposed to get out.

--WARNING: BSW equipment user safety override initiated. Continue?

_ >YES >NO_

Nick stared at the words for a moment before his horny, scared brain finally realized what he was looking at. Just as he began to make muffled screams for "No! No!" he watched as the "YES" option was highlighted without his input and more text began scrolling past his eyes.

-- Initiating process: PERMANENCE

_ -- Remote shutdown: DISABLED_

_ -- Anti-tampering devices: ENABLED_

_ -- Life-support: ENABLED_

_ -- User emergency override: DISABLED_

_ -- Manual override: DISABLED_

_ -- Access to BSW database and network DISABLED_

_ -- Distress signal: DISABLED_

As Nick read the scrolling updates he began to let out muffled yells for help and cessation of his bondage. But nothing worked.

Permanence?! That's a setting?! What does that even mean? I'll be like this for the rest of my life? I can't get out? Ever? Nick was filled with horror at the idea, his sensory deprivation and tight bondage already beginning to weigh heavier on his mind. But strangely, his cock leapt at the burst of fear that jolted through his system. Permanent bondage...

His fearful worrying was cut short as another message flashed before his eyes.

-- Initiating process: HUMILIATION

_ _ -- Internet access... ENABLED

_ -- User identity safeguards: DISABLED_

_ -- Researching... DONE_

Nick watched in horror as he saw what the machine was doing, its activities projected before him while he was unable to stop it. The machine accessed the internet and began to quickly scan through all of his accounts, social medial, emails, text messages, bank information, everything. All of Nick's online life flashed before his eyes. He saw that the machine was writing out generic emails, posts, and texts, and if he had been able to see outside his suit, he would have watched as the webcam on his laptop blinked to life and took a picture of him lying immobile and helpless on the floor of his living room.

That image was then attached to each post, message, email, text that the machine had written, and all at once everything was sent off.

Nick watched in horror as his compromising situation was spread to everyone he knew. Everyone he'd met online and in-person would soon know that he was stuck in bondage. Every message also made sure to stress that his new situation was permanent and that he'd asked for it. Posts were made on popular websites, and soon the entire world would know who Nick was and what had happened to him.

Nick could do nothing but watch as replies and responses began flooding in from his friends and family and online acquaintances. He felt a deep, burning shame as his humiliating situation was broadcast everywhere against his will. He fought against his bonds until his muscles ached, but to no avail.

Finally, more text appeared over the scrolling pictures of the world discovering Nick's new life.

-- Humiliation sub-routine: OWNER

_ -- Searching..._

_ -- Searching..._

_ -- Done. Appropriate owner found and contacted: STOREN DELMID_

Nick watched helplessly as a text was sent to his college swim team rival, Storen Delmid. He and the wolf had been on the same varsity swim team in university, battling for three years to become the captain. Nick had finally won, but his rivalry with Storen ran deep. They had been fierce competitors for so long. Nick had crafted his life in university around never showing weakness or failure around Storen. Nick had avoided whole societies and parties because he couldn't afford having certain mutual friends with Storen lest the wolf gain some sort of advantage over him. Nick never hated the wolf, but he certainly didn't like him, and though they had both left college several years ago, Nick still heavily curated his life when it came to interacting with Storen.

Thus, when Nick read Storen's almost immediate reply he thought he would choke on his humiliation.

Hahahaha! I always knew that stuck-up dragon was into some kinky shit. Yes. Absolutely. I'll be his new 'owner.' Haha! Yes. If you transfer the funds, I'll sign the contract and pick him up in ten minutes. God, I can't wait to see him.

Though Nick's mind was in full-on panic mode, he almost orgasmed right there when he read the wolf's reply despite the chastity. I'm going to... belong... to Storen... Nick thought, his cheeks heating up horribly underneath the latex. There was no anthro in the world Nick would prefer less when it came to 'owning' him. The thought of being trapped in bondage forever, with Storen watching over him, it was too much to handle.

The visor shut off and Nick was left in his darkness again. He could barely think through the humiliation and his desperate horniness. He couldn't see, hear, taste, smell, or really even feel anything. He had no idea how long he'd actually been in bondage. He didn't know how long until Storen showed up at his home. He realized that he wouldn't even know when Storen entered his house until the wolf began packing his helpless body up. His cock twitched in its chastity.

If only he could get off! He could think clearly then, without the oppressive horniness floating through the darkness around him. He felt like he was floating in an endless, black sea of horniness. He was caught on the slow currents, unable to steer himself or see where he was going. Unable to find release.

Forever. Nick thought, and groaned as he thought about cumming until it made him feel sick.

Despite the fact that his entire life had just changed, he was only becoming hornier. I'm stuck in bondage forever... This is really happening. I can't get out. Storen is going to own me... MMMHHhhhh...

Nick had nothing to do but try to avoid thinking about his position and ignore the deep, kinky desires in his head that whispered that this is what he wanted all along.

--

After seven minutes, Storen arrived. He'd broken several traffic laws to arrive so early, but it was worth it. Looking down at the helpless, trapped dragon on the ground before him, writhing in unceasing horniness, Storen felt his own cock swell faster than it ever had before.

"Well, well, well, Nick. My old rival, now my little bondage pet forever. I'm going to have so much fun with you."

Storen stood there and basked in the realization that the dragon didn't even know he was in the room yet. He had total power over his former rival, the strong, proud dragon that had stolen the position of team captain from him.

"You and I are going to get along famously," he said, bending down and patting Nick on the head, causing the dragon to squirm and let out desperate, muffled calls for help.

Storen just grinned and thought that he was the luckiest wolf alive.

--

Nick lay on his back and felt the faint, soft whispering of movement across his latex-covered snout as the now-familiar scent of Storen's crotch and heavy testicles wafted into his nostrils. Nick groaned desperately and humped at the air uselessly, changing nothing about his situation.

Whenever Storen wanted, he was allowed by the suit to change certain aspects about Nick's bondage. His favorite was laying Nick on the ground using his BSW-provided dragon-mover and positioning him so that when he sat in a chair he had made specifically for this purpose, he could strip nude from the waist down and lay his cock across Nick's mouth, causing his balls to rest softly against the dragon's nostrils. He then made the suit cover Nick's breathing hole and open up his nostrils, forcing the dragon to inhale his thick, heavy musk if he wanted to breathe. And there was not a thing Nick could do about it. He would never be able to do anything about it.

Trapped in his bondage, the only sensory input that Nick was allowed to have was the scent of Storen's sack invading his nostrils when he tried to breathe. The smell would have been strong normally, but sensory deprived as Nick was, the scent was amplified until it was mind-numbing. The dragon breathed in the wolf's musk until he thought he could taste, see, and feel it. And then he breathed in more.

Another of Storen's favorites was to use the dragon as a pillow or a footstool, his bound captive understanding eventually that he was being used as furniture and loving the humiliation that came with it.

Nick's cock was never satisfied, always begging to be released, but it never was. Over time Nick had come to realize that BSW truly had provided the optimal bondage experience. This is what Nick had been searching for. He loved the humiliation and shame of breathing in his rival's musk and having the wolf's cock and balls pressed against his face. He loved that he would never be free. He could accept that. He had accepted growing to enjoy and savor the horniness that came from being utterly and truly helpless, publicly humiliated and enslaved to the anthro he had feared most seeing him helpless.

Nick received a little trill of desperate pleasure when he repeated to himself that his situation was permanent and he would never be free. It wasn't a dream. It was real life. His cock ached in his slit when he was left alone, bound up with no way to move or gather information of the world around him, reduced to a latex snake or worm, totally helpless and useless.

He knew he'd never be free. He knew that the machine had been right even if he hadn't known it at the time. It had seen his deepest, darkest desires. This was perfect. He was even slowly realizing that his inability to cum was part of his hopeless arousal. He wanted to cum more than anything else. He would have readily signed up for another hundred years of bondage if it meant that he could blow his load just once. But that was part of his optimal experience, after all. He loved how he'd been broken down into such a pleasure-crazed slave that not being able to cum turned him on even more.

What he wanted was so meaningless and utterly unimportant that he would never even reap the rewards of being in permanent bondage. And that thought made him moan into his cockgag like a slut and try to resist humping the air, something he always failed at.

But there was nothing more to his life than that. Bound up and helpless, the defeated trophy of his greatest rival, he lay in his desperate, horny darkness and inhaled his owner's crotch musk and accepted his new, permanent place in the universe.

Storen heard the muffled moans as Nick wiggled in his latex and watched the dragon's pathetic attempts at humping anything with his encased body.

The wolf leaned forward and patted the dragon on the chest and whispered "Shhhh. That's a good toy. Shhhhh. We've got years more of this, so pace yourself."

Words that Nick would never hear.