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The wolf woke up with a grunt.

His body felt a little sore. As he rolled in his soft bed, Nyrio let out a whine without meaning to. The lupine slowly opened his eyes to adjust to the clarity of the morning. He wasn't feeling all too well that morning, but he couldn't quite place why.

He blinked a few times and looked around, but saw nothing wrong, nothing unusual. Nyrio woke up in his bed like he did every morning. All the chores he ran around doing every day must have been catching up to him, but as he stretched himself over his mattress, he felt a little more relaxed.

There was only one thing that was genuinely wrong, and it frustrated the wolf to no end. Nyrio would've thought that, by now, after so many months, he'd be used to it, but it didn't seem to be getting any better. If anything, each and every day it felt worse, but maybe that was normal for a young, virile male wolf such as himself.

Pulling at his blanket to cover his naked body, the wolf hugged the soft fabric. He could barely hold himself back from humping against it ever so slightly. Even that small bit of grinding against his genitals felt wonderful. Wonderful and frustrating at the same time. Nyrio's paw went down there to feel it and, as always, he felt the usual.

Smooth, unyielding metal surrounding his sheath.

It was damp with his pre-cum, as it always was when he felt this horny, and the wolf could feel how hard his member pushed against the metal trying and trying to grow erect. It was hopeless, however. The metal was strong, the ring around his balls kept it firm, and the tiny lock at its side kept it secure.

Still, the wolf felt so horny that he allowed himself some time to rub at it. He massaged his own balls, pressing his muzzle against his pillow so that his moans wouldn't be heard by anyone else, and ground his hips against his own paw.

As he grew more lucid, Nyrio remembered. He had had those dreams again. They were vague, as dreams often were, impossible to truly grasp, but he knew for sure that they had involved many sexual and incredibly hot things. He could almost feel in his trapped cock how great it had been to dream about all of that. His member pressed hard against the cage, wanting to grow so badly...

Nyrio spent some time pleasuring himself as much as he could, even knowing that it would only make things worse. He always leaked from his cage for a long while afterward, but couldn't help himself. Eventually, after a couple more minutes of frustrating self-pleasuring, the wolf forced himself to stop with a whine. He threw his blankets off to reveal his naked form. Nyrio liked to sleep naked but he didn't quite appreciate the sight of the shiny, wet metal cage between his legs when he sat up on the edge of his bed.

With a sigh, the wolf stood up. The best thing he could do was try to forget about it.

His room was tiny, yet it was his and his alone, a luxury provided to him by his master among many others. While the other handful of servants were forced to share lodgings on the back of the manor, Nyrio had pretty much a room all to himself even if it was small. The wolf appreciated that. It gave him privacy to look at himself in the mirror while still standing naked.

The wolf straightened out his pure white fur. It was rare among wolves to be entirely white, or at least it had been when he still was among wolves. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen one now, white, gray, black or otherwise.

Nyrio's paws explored his own frame. He was lean, still a little too skinny, but he had been eating well lately. Young as he was, that was probably normal. He was a wolf that was just stepping into what wolves would consider adulthood. That probably explained his dreams and difficulty with dealing with the cage between his legs lately, he told himself.

Nyrio spent some time cleaning and drying the cage as well. It'd be a lie to say he didn't try to at least touch his member inside a little bit through the tiny hole at the very tip and, while he did manage to do that, it wasn't nearly enough stimulation for him to appreciate it. All he accomplished was having more pre-cum squirted for him to wipe off.

Satisfied with his looks, the wolf grabbed the only piece of clothing he was allowed to wear. Back home, he would never have worn something like that, but among the dragons, it was apparently... well, normal was a strong word. He had never seen any other servants wearing it, but his master had gifted it to him and it was definitely better than walking around the house butt-naked like he had seen other servants being forced to do.

Nyrio wrapped the kilt around his waist and fastened it. It had been a very hard thing to get used to at first. The kilt wasn't very long, barely reaching past his thighs, and he was given no undergarments, which meant that everything underneath was left feeling bare, even if it was decently hidden. His furry balls, which had always been a little big for his size, risked reaching the bottom of the kilt sometimes. It felt a little unnerving.

Shaking all of that off, the wolf got to work. As a servant, Nyrio was actually responsible for taking care of the finest part of his master's residence. That too he considered a privilege even if, as his master always put it, it meant he was held to higher standards. His chores involved cleaning, washing, polishing, and a lot of other small, menial tasks around the house.

Some of those were easier than others. The master's collection of weapons was plentiful, and he required the steel on all of them shining and completely free of dust. His library was hard to clean with so many nooks and crannies to take care of as well and the dining room? Leaving dirt and dust there was the easiest way to bring on a punishment upon himself.

With diligence, Nyrio took care of his duties. It wasn't until late morning that the wolf was busy on all fours trying to reach behind the cabinets to properly dust things off when a voice coming from behind him startled him.

"Good morning, slave."

His master's voice was deep, rough and unmistakable. The wolf quickly pulled back and hurried to stand up. Noticing the dragon's eyes were trailing lower, he quickly pulled his kilt down and blushed, lowering his head.

"Good morning, Master Cavloth," he dutifully replied.

It brought a smile from the large, tall black dragon. Master Cavloth was draped in his usual purple morning robes. They were tied around the waist, keeping most of him covered, but the opening around his neck was still a little too wide, leaving most of his bare scaled chest visible.

The dragon's scales shone in a way that Nyrio didn't quite understand. Dragons were highly magical creatures, so he was sure there was magic at play there as well, but even after serving him for all that time he still hadn't found out exactly how it worked.

Master Cavloth looked like he was made of the most beautiful ebony. His features were rich, from his clawed foot paws all the way up to the tip of the two small horns protruding from his head. Despite his intimidating appearance, his smile still felt genuine, and it only got enhanced when the dragon let out a deep chuckle.

Nyrio blushed further. "Is there anything I can do for you, master?"

"No. It's alright. I was on my way to study. Please, keep up the good work."

Nyrio nodded and even bowed slightly. The wolf waited for a few moments, but when he realized that it didn't seem like the dragon was actually going to leave right away, Nyrio just awkwardly turned around and went back to work. He got down and bent over, focusing on trying to get the dust out from behind the furniture, but his ears folded back feeling the dragon's gaze still on him, knowing the kilt wasn't nearly long enough to hide everything from sight in that position.

Luckily, it didn't take long until he heard his master's firm steps echoing down the hallway, fading away and then disappearing.

Nyrio sighed. He considered himself lucky. Very, very lucky, in fact. Back when he was in the pens, kept as a captured slave by the dragons, he had seen many wolves bought by dragons for perfidious purposes. Sex slaves, most of them, bought to satisfy crazy urges and made to do unspeakable things. Back then, Nyrio had feared his fate would be the same.

Even when Master Cavloth, perusing through the slaves, had chosen him, he still thought he was doomed. The black dragon was scary, powerful, obviously rich and full of magic. He knew that the dragon had chosen him for his body and looks so he expected awful things to come his way.

But, luckily for him, they didn't.

When he was brought over to Master Cavloth's house, the dragon proved to be gentle, giving him his first good meal in weeks, then tending to his bruises and washing the grime out of Nyrio's fur. He obviously took a deep interest in the wolf and, while he remembered that all the touching and feeling of his fur coming from the dragon had made him uncomfortable, Master Cavloth posed him with a question back then. 'Do you want to be my bed slave?'

He'd feared it was a trick question. Nyrio had seen plenty of dragons being manipulative. Though he dreaded the thought of punishment, the dragon's display of kindness had Nyrio deciding to give him an honest answer. Considering that Nyrio was still a virgin himself, he gave the dragon a downright no. Much to his surprise, the dragon accepted that, though it came with a price.

Reaching under his kilt, the wolf felt that price with his paw.

The cage had been fit over his sheath that very day. He would have to wear it, for his urges shouldn't distract him from his duties, the dragon told him, but in exchange, he would never have to serve the dragon in that regard. Never.

Unless he wanted to.

Nyrio remembered the dragon's words very clearly. Even more so because he had been thinking about them more and more often lately.

'Should you ever choose to become my bed slave, to willingly come to my bed and share a few nights with me, this cage will be removed. You will be able to enjoy all the pleasures the flesh can provide serving me as my dedicated bed-mate.'

Back then it had seemed ridiculous. If wearing metal to keep his sheath at bay was the price he would have to pay to stay away from being some dragon's cock-warmer, he would gladly do it. He had done it for months now, but...

Nyrio felt pre-cum coming to soak his fingers again. Only then did he notice he had been playing with his cage while in deep thought. He forced himself to stop.

Even as he did, however, his member didn't relent. It kept trying to harden. His loins felt like they were on fire. Thoughts of pleasure kept creeping back into the wolf's mind even as he continued to clean and his cock continued to try and try to harden.

Before, the sheer thought of submitting himself, giving his body up for a dragon to do whatever he pleased with him repulsed him. It still did, to some extent. Even before he was captured, Nyrio used to pleasure himself to the sight of girls, to the smell of their heat. Never had he even entertained the thought of letting some male take him, let alone a dragon.

Now, however... he tried to picture himself going to visit Master Cavloth at night. Climbing onto his bed. He could almost imagine how freeing it'd be to have that cage removed from his sheath. To feel his member growing hard again, to be able to grip it, stroke it...

To climax...

The sound of dripping snapped Nyrio out of it. Looking back, he realized that it was pre-cum dripping from his cage onto the floor he had just scrubbed. With his face growing red, he turned back and rushed to clean it, but another drop soon followed...

The whole day went by like that. Many of his days had been like that lately, and Nyrio couldn't quite tell what was wrong with him. By washing himself up, the cold water managed to cool him down enough by the time the sun set down on the horizon.

The wolf wasn't responsible for making the master's dinner, but he was responsible for serving it and making sure it was all ready and waiting for his master whenever he decided to go eat. Master Cavloth always ate alone, but a plate of food for him was left in the kitchen as well before the servant that cooked retired for the day. As a personal servant, Nyrio would only eat after his master was satisfied, however.

The wolf dutifully stood next to the table, hands behind his back and chin up while his master enjoyed his meal. The dragon seemed calm and pleased with himself, as he did most nights, which also meant...

"Here, slave," the dragon said, picking up a piece of well-cooked meat from his plate in his hand and offering it towards the wolf.

It wasn't the most dignified thing to do. At the beginning, Nyrio had downright refused these, but after a while... Well, it wasn't as if there was anyone else in the room to even see it, anyway. Truth be told, the master's food was also... exquisite. Unlike anything he had ever tasted, and certainly not like the food he was given.

With a thankful smile, Nyrio approached the dragon's extended hand and, knowing what his master wanted, he leaned in to lick up the food from the dragon's paw directly instead of using his own paws. The wolf grabbed it with one bite and savored the softness of the meat between his teeth. It was a little spicy. All the dragon's food was. It gave everything such a rich, enhanced taste...

"Good boy," Master Cavloth said with a chuckle, returning to his meal. Nyrio already knew the gist of it, though. The wolf didn't even step back too far because it wasn't long before another piece was offered to him, then another and yet a few more.

The food only served to further spur Nyrio's own hunger. As soon as his master was done and retired to his room, the wolf found himself more eager to eat his own in the kitchen. It wasn't nearly as good as the master's, of course, and yet... lately even his own food had started being served more spicy than usual.

It left a good aftertaste in the wolf's mouth. When he looked down at his empty plate, Nyrio found himself panting slightly. The spices made him feel hot inside. Even his body felt lighter, he could swear. It was nothing that a good bit of water couldn't solve, however, and soon Nyrio was left with putting all the dishes and cutlery away to keep things ready for breakfast before he himself headed back to bed.

As he did his duties, the wolf found himself feeling hot again. It was a good thing he was wearing nothing but his kilt because even his pelt felt like it was too much. Not only that, but he felt... sleepy? Not quite. Nyrio felt energized, yet his head was a little...

"Slave?"

The voice startled the wolf to such an extent that he almost dropped the plate he had been cleaning. Spinning around, Nyrio saw none other than Master Cavloth himself standing by the door wearing his long, red sleeping robes tied at the waist. The sight prompted the wolf to lower his head and ears right away.

"Master!"

The dragon did nothing but chuckle at his reaction.

"I have a special task for you tonight, slave," the master started. He motioned for Nyrio to come closer. "Would you care to follow me?"

Though the dragon posed it as a gentle question, it wasn't that much of a choice for Nyrio. Still, the wolf tilted his head to the side. The master always went straight to his room after dinner.

"A special task, master?"

The dragon nodded and smiled.

Curious and just a little nervous, Nyrio put everything down before dutifully approaching the dragon. Master Cavloth just motioned for the wolf to follow him and started leading him through the hallways.

Nyrio remained silent despite his confusion. Never before had the dragon asked him to do something like that. Or had he? As they turned on the last hallway leading to a heavier metal door, a pang of familiarity hit the wolf.

Master Cavloth brought up a set of metal keys and used one to open the metal door. Nyrio knew it led to the basement, but he had never been down there himself in all of his time serving in the master's house. The door had always been locked as long as he could remember. As soon as the dragon pushed the door open, the lamps on the walls lit up by themselves in there. Magic, surely... Yet, all Nyrio could see was a stone staircase leading down.

The dragon looked back at him and placed a hand on Nyrio's shoulder. When the wolf looked up at the dragon, he saw a genuine smile. Perhaps sensing his discomfort, Master Cavloth's paw on his shoulder started rubbing it ever so slightly. It felt good.

"Don't worry. It won't take long and I am sure you will enjoy helping me with this."

Nyrio nodded. He had no reason to suspect his master. Sure, he was a dragon, but the wolf knew him to be a kind one.

Yet... why did Nyrio feel his sheath trying so hard to swell in his cage?

The dragon signaled for him to follow and started going down the stairs. Nyrio used a paw to wipe up the pre-cum he could feel gathering at the tip of his cage with the inside of his kilt before he too moved to follow.

The heavy metal door closed by itself behind them when the wolf was halfway down the stairs. It startled him, but Master Cavloth just waited, giving him a nudge to continue. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, Nyrio paused. He looked around the basement without knowing what to think of it.

There were no windows of any kind, of course, but Master Cavoth spoke a word, and magical fire lit the rest of the lamps around the place, illuminating the room with an eerie light.

It wasn't as beautiful or organized as the rest of the master's house. There were metal implements and tools here and there, some resting against the wall or over tables, yet Nyrio couldn't quite puzzle the point of any of them. Most had strange shapes. Harnesses and other leather implements were spread around as well. Perhaps it was a storage basement of some sort?

What grabbed Nyrio's attention was the table placed at the center of the basement. Not only because it was more prominent but also because Master Cavloth had stepped towards it and started fiddling with it. As the wolf reluctantly approached, he saw that it was most definitely not a normal table, yet just like the rest, he couldn't even begin to guess what its purpose could be.

The table was longer than it was wide, padded with leather on top of it and not very high. One could think it was some kind of bed without a mattress perhaps, if not for the strange implement built upon its upper edge. Sitting there were stocks, like the kind Nyrio had once seen criminals be put upon. They were made of hardwood with the three standard holes, one larger for the head at the center and two smaller ones. Above that there were also short chains hanging with manacles, as if someone would need to further trap whoever was already stuck in the stocks to begin with. Master Cavloth pulled a large metal pin by the side of the stocks to unlock and open them.

"Master?" Nyrio asked, wary.

"Would you please lie down here for me?" the dragon asked, motioning towards the table. The request made the wolf feel all the more intimidated by it. What the hell was going on?

"Don't worry," the master continued with opening a friendly smile. "I won't cause you any pain, you have my word on that. At best you might feel some level of discomfort."

The dragon patted the table still smiling. Nyrio's ears remained lowered as the wolf remained hesitant and unsure about what to do in that situation. A few seconds went by before the dragon spoke again.

"Lie down on the table and put your paws on the openings." Master Cavloth turned away towards one of the corner tables to sift through metal instruments there after he gave the order. Order was the right word for it because it didn't escape Nyrio's notice how the dragon no longer said please as if it was a request.

As kind as Master Cavloth was, the wolf had no illusions about his position in the household. All Nyrio could do was stare at Master Cavloth's back as he calmly worked on whatever he was working on for a few more seconds and then, knowing he ultimately had no choice, Nyrio climbed up the table.

It was surprisingly comfortable given what it was. The leather padding felt alright against his back and the stocks were low enough so that he could lay his head down even as his neck sat on the opening. It smelled of sweat, with a sharp citrus smell as well, which might have been a cleaner. Master Cavloth returned with a bright smile.

"That's a good slave. I knew you'd make me proud."

Nyrio smiled back at him, even if it was a nervous one. The dragon placed a paw upon his bare chest and pet him there in appreciation for a few moments while looking down at him. It started as petting, at least, but Nyrio grew increasingly uncomfortable as the dragon's paw continued to feel his body.

Without saying anything else, the dragon then moved to close the stocks. The wolf flinched once the hardwood fell down upon him, trapping his head and hands on the device. It was heavy. The wolf realized it'd be a little hard to push it off even if the dragon hadn't put the metal pin back down to lock it in place. Nyrio watched out of the corner of his eye as Nyrio slipped the pin into place in the latch. It was a simple piece of metal, but reaching it with his trapped paws was completely out of question.

"What's going to happen, master?" the nervous wolf dared to ask. Now with the stocks closed he could no longer see all of the dragon when he moved downwards, yet Nyrio could still see that he was standing next to the table.

"Something very special," his master answered. "Something you'll enjoy. Maybe not to its full extent yet, but with a bit of practice, I'm confident that very soon you will be enjoying it to the same extent I do."

Nyrio thought about those words. He had no idea what his master was talking about. The wolf, however, grew stiff once he felt a hand be placed upon his leg just above the knee. It kneaded his fur there, then quickly trailed up to reach his thigh well under his kilt while pushing it up.

"Master?!"

"Just relax," the dragon reassured him. He rubbed his furred thigh with a firm grip, the master's paw reaching for the inner side of it well under his little piece of garment, so close to his...

Nyrio swallowed. His heart started racing. What was going on? The dragon had promised he wouldn't be a bed slave unless he agreed to it! That was why he was wearing that cursed device! The wolf had always been aware of the dragon's lust. He didn't miss how his master's eyes lingered on him, how they trailed down a little too often. Nyrio was a virgin, and his captors had marked him with a green collar over it because they seemed to believe it increased his value, but he'd gotten a very comprehensive education seeing what happened to the others who hadn't been marked...

Nyrio knew that the dragon wanted him to go to him, to offer himself up, yet it was his choice! It was supposed to be his choice! Could it really be that the master had lost his patience?

"As I promised, you will enjoy this greatly."

Nyrio saw even from his poor vantage point how the dragon picked up some kind of metal tool. He couldn't make out what it was, but as it was brought between the wolf's legs, what followed was a firm but gentle grab at his genitals. The wolf's balls and cage were pulled up by the dragon, making Nyrio whimper with discomfort, then he felt something latching on to the cage. The tool?

"Master?!" the wolf asked, starting to panic.

The dragon didn't answer. Instead, all he did was do... something with that tool. Nyrio wasn't sure of what exactly, but the base of the metal cage, a ring that was well within the base level of his sheath, suddenly tightened considerably. The rest of the cage still felt normal, but the base now pressed against the wolf's dormant shaft in a way that was almost uncomfortable.

After it was done, the dragon's paw remained under his kilt. It massaged the wolf's balls, those scale-y fingers gentle in their touch as if appreciating the furry texture of the wolf's nuts. They played with them in a pleasant way, feeling everything all the way to where his sheath began, covered by the cage.

The tool was then put aside and, while Nyrio squirmed a little by moving his hips trying to adapt to the weird feeling on his sheath, Master Cavloth approached his head, allowing the wolf full view of the dragon again.

"Master, please, at least explain to me what's going on! What did you do?! I need-" the wolf started to beg, but he stopped when his eyes trailed down the master's body.

The dragon's robe was still tied around the waist, but poking from between his legs was the dragon's full length, hard and erect, making its way out of the robe that couldn't contain it.

It was unlike any the wolf had ever seen. The dragon's penis was as black in color as his scales. It was tapered at the tip, much like the wolf's own, yet its ebony form was also alien to him. The dragon had a paw shamelessly wrapped around it and that only served to put in perspective how big it was as well, for even a hand as big as the dragon's still didn't cover the whole of that length.

Seeing him staring dumbfounded, the dragon gave his member a single stroke, then opened his grip so that the wolf could see the whole of his cock. Alongside its top several different ridges adorned the member almost all the way to the base. The base itself was covered by the robe, but the wolf could already glimpse the growing bulb of what had to be a knot at the base as well, much like his own...

"Your expression is so cute. I love watching that moment of realization," the dragon said as calm as he always was. The complete opposite of Nyrio's state of mind. Seeing the dragon's member like that pushed the wolf's thoughts towards the one possibility he didn't want to believe in.

"Master! Please, let me go! You promised! You promised that I wouldn't be your bed slave until I willingly chose to be!"

The wolf pulled against the stocks, not in hope that it would give to his efforts, but as an illustration of his wish to be released from them. Master Cavloth chuckled. His paw came to the wolf's cheek, to which Nyrio flinched away from at first, but ultimately it caught up to him in order to caress it.

"I did promise that, and I intend to keep it. This is nothing like what will happen the day you decide to come to me willingly."

As he caressed the wolf's cheek, Nyrio quickly realized he was using the same paw that had just been wrapped around his malehood. The smell of it, which was already present in the wolf's sensitive nose, became more prominent. It made his ears press even harder against his head even if it felt somewhat familiar. It smelled like his master, yet in a more... masculine, pure form.

Nyrio felt his sheath swell from it. He didn't know why and as worried as he was that was the last reaction he wished his body would give at the time. Yet, the pressure of the cage against the tip of his cock when it failed to grow hard was all too familiar for the wolf.

"But master! This is... this is not right! Please, let me go!"

Master Cavloth merely shook his head. He turned around to pick up a new instrument, then his eyes met the wolf's once more.

"It's alright, slave. Just relax and enjoy this. It's going to be alright." The dragon's caressing returned. His touch held such tenderness, yet at the same time Nyrio couldn't ignore how his member remained fully hard and pulsing mere inches away from his head, bound as he was. "I'll need you to be quiet now. You've always been so very vocal, but this isn't the time."

As he said that, Nyrio saw the dragon bring something closer to his muzzle. He opened it to protest, which proved to be a mistake, because the moment he did, the dragon shoved a wooden gag between his teeth. Nyrio shook his head, trying to dislodge it, but the dragon was faster in tying the straps attached to it behind his head, keeping the gag in place.

"Hmmmfgh!" the wolf complained, trying in vain to spit it out.

"It's okay. When you come to me willingly, I'll let you be as vocal as you want. Your moans and howls will be like music to my ears."

The dragon continued to caress his cheek and scratch him behind his ears with tenderness and care. He did that with one hand, while the other took hold of his member once more to start slowly jerking it right beside the wolf in an idle stroke.

"HMMFGH!" Nyrio tried to protest once again. Go to him willingly? If the dragon ever expected him to go to him by his own will after such a level of betrayal, he had another thing coming. And to think that he had been even considering the possibility of giving himself to the dragon!

"Now, let's finish setting you up so we can get to it, hmm?" Master Cavloth smiled down at the bound and gagged wolf, then turned away to head past the stocks again. Nyrio was much more agitated now, squirming and struggling on the table while continuously trying to protest against what was going on.

It didn't seem to faze the dragon in the least, however. There was a sudden grab on one of his ankles and, when Nyrio considered using his other leg to kick, his other ankle was grabbed as well. Even from his viewpoint he still got to see how the dragon himself started lifting his legs up by the ankles, raising his lower half from the table even while the wolf squirmed and tried to pull free from his hold.

The dragon then started bending him over. He pulled Nyrio's ankles towards himself, making use of the wolf's innate flexibility to bring them closer to the stocks themselves. That left most of the wolf's lower half up in the air with even his tail swishing around anxiously up in the air. The dragon kept going until Nyrio could see his own foot paws right above his head.

Then the dragon spoke a single word. The eeriness of magic made the wolf's fur spike. The short-chained manacles he couldn't make sense of before that rested above the stocks opened by themselves and snapped at his ankles as if they were teeth clamping around prey. The steel manacles closed around his ankles, allowing the dragon to let go of them with the wolf trapped in that position. The chains were so short that Nyrio's feet remained there, near his head, everything else remained raised and exposed. His kilt did absolutely nothing to protect him in such a position and, when he tried to pull against the manacles to put his legs down, all he got was the rattling of firm metal chains.

With the wolf bent, the calm dragon did something to the table that allowed half of it to bend to the side. Like that, the table only went down to Nyrio's lower back, which worked perfectly considering he was forced to be bent over himself like that. It allowed the dragon to approach him from behind in a perfect position to...

"Hmmfgh hmgffff fmmhfgh!" the wolf continued to protest and plead. He squirmed in his bonds, but there was nothing he could as he felt the dragon's member press against his ass. His master ground his hard member against his backside. Nyrio's anxiety and dread over what was coming only solidified more.

"I can understand why you wouldn't trust me right now," the dragon started with the same calm and serene tone from before. Nyrio felt Master Cavloth's paw reaching for his cage. The dragon took the wolf's caged sheath and balls within his large paw and started rubbing them. Caressing them. Teasing them... "In the position you are in, perhaps I wouldn't trust myself either, but you have to believe me when I say you are going to enjoy this."

Nyrio huffed. The wolf even tried to growl through his gag, but wasn't very successful at it. He couldn't deny that his master's teasing on his cage, his fingers playing with the base of his sheath, massaging his balls... It did make Nyrio's member attempt to grow. The very familiar feeling of the cage blocking his erection became prominent for the wolf. Yet that cage was there because of the dragon himself to keep him safe from the very thing that was happening right there and then...

With one hand, the dragon kept pleasuring him, while the other extended itself towards one of the cupboards to have a bowl of something float towards Master Cavloth. He set it down on the table near Nyrio.

"This special mixture will make it all the better. It'll make sure you're ready to take everything and keep any lasting damage at bay."

Before Nyrio could even ask what he meant, the wolf felt two fingers starting to spread something around his entrance. The wolf flinched from it, for the gel felt cold, but when a finger beat his resistance to spread it inside him as well, the wolf downright clenched down on it. It was happening. It was really happening!

It didn't last long. The dragon spread the goop around Nyrio then, from the time he was taking, the wolf assumed he was slathering his member as well. It was really going to happen...!

Without any further ceremony or words, the dragon simply took a half step back and lined himself up. Nyrio could feel the tapered tip of the dragon's member pressing right against his entrance. The wolf closed his eyes, bracing himself to feel that which he dreaded the most. The thing he had never felt before, but had heard about plenty. Master Cavloth was about to take his virginity.

"Do try to relax. It'll make it easier for both of us."

With those words, the dragon pressed himself forward.

"Hmfgh!"

Nyrio gasped when he felt the initial penetration. The dragon's member slid into him in a gentle manner, but the wolf could still clearly feel inch after inch of the dragon's cock as Master Cavloth pushed it in slowly. It felt gentle enough; the dragon shoving himself in little by little in his thrusts while still massaging Nyrio's own balls in tandem with it, forcing pleasure upon the wolf.

Admittedly, it felt much less awful than he thought it would feel. The sensations still made the wolf's toes curl up in the air, bound near his face, as much as they made him groan and grunt through his gag, but judging by the size of the dragon's cock that he had just seen... somehow it had fit into him with relative ease. The gel, which Nyrio assumed must be magical, must have been working as the dragon advertised, making things easier for both of them, but even though that did take the pain out of the penetration, it did nothing to alleviate the violation that having the dragon's cock inside him caused.

Master Cavloth kept going until he was fully hilted inside the wolf. Nyrio couldn't see, but the dragon's hands moved to his raised thighs, and he swore he could feel the larger bulb of the dragon's knot, the only thing still outside of him, resting right against his entrance while the rest of his large member throbbed inside the bound wolf.

"Such a beautiful sight. You are handsome beyond belief, slave. If only you knew how much I appreciate you..."

Nyrio tried to let out another growl. How dare the dragon say something like that while doing what he was doing?!

"Let's begin. I can hardly contain myself with your body laid out for me like this."

Nyrio thought that the initial penetration would be the most intense part, but the wolf quickly found that he was wrong. When the dragon started pulling out, the intensity of what the wolf felt inside him couldn't even compare. Nyrio knew it must've been the ridges. As they ground against his insides, popping out when the dragon pulled out, the wolf felt jolts of a pleasure he didn't even know existed as the dragon's rock hard member pressed against all of his most sensitive spots in there.

The wolf barely had time to recover from the intensity of it when the dragon pushed himself back in. More forcefully this time, with a grunt of his own, and then he immediately started pulling back again...

It took Nyrio several moments of dealing with that intensity for the bound wolf to realize that that's what it felt like to be fucked.

The thrusts continued, one after the other, with the dragon picking up a pace in humping him. In and out of his exposed, stretched rear that cock went and each time it did, Nyrio had to gasp. He assumed it was because of that magical gel-thing, but there was almost no pain involved in the act. When he had seen the dragon's cock from up close, he couldn't even fathom how that would fit inside his rear and now? It was as if it fit perfectly. The wolf's body was forced to stretch to accommodate the dragon's length, and stretch it did.

Huffs of clear pleasure came from Master Cavloth's nose. The wolf could barely see the dragon's face from over the stocks, but when he did glimpse at it, he could see just pure pleasure in the dragon's expression as he fucked and fucked. Meanwhile, for Nyrio...

Things were not much different. As much as he hated to admit it, the dragon's cock going in and out of him, pressing against him with such brute force... Those ridges teasing his insides without stop, over and over again...

The discomfort from Nyrio's chastity cage had never felt so dire. The wolf barely had time to process why, but all he knew was that his member was begging to grow. A steady flow of pre-cum matted Nyrio's own stomach fur, though sometimes it got sprinkled up all the way to his chest as his caged sheath moved in tandem with the dragon fucking him.

The wolf had heard that there was pleasure to be had from being taken, but never in his life he had imagined it could reach such heights. Nyrio's paws closed up in tight fists and, without even meaning to, he pulled against the stocks keeping them bound. What he wouldn't give, there and then, to reach down to his member. Nyrio blushed, his face growing red for even having those thoughts, but it was stronger than him. Far stronger.

He wanted to touch himself while being fucked by a dragon...

The implications of those thoughts weighed on the wolf, yet his body wouldn't let him deny it. His own cock tried and tried to grow, getting as hard as it possibly could in the confined metal space keeping it trapped within its sheath. Nyrio would give anything, anything to remove that cage at that moment. To feel himself get hard, to let the overwhelming pleasure that was being drilled onto him flow to his cock as it should. To feel his own length...

"HMFGH!"

Between the constant stream of pleasure, a shock of something else suddenly hit Nyrio. The wolf's eyes went wide when he felt it. Many times before, too many, the wolf had tried and tried to masturbate and get off despite having the cage over his sheath, yet this time...

It hit him again. When it did, the wolf moaned out loud despite his gag.

"You can feel, it can't you?" the dragon said despite the fact that he didn't stop fucking. "I told you you would enjoy it. I made sure of it. This cage is a testament to you being unwilling, but it doesn't mean I can't make you enjoy yourself nevertheless..."

As if to accentuate his point, the dragon seemed to put extra force in his thrusts. Nyrio felt it again, and again, and again. There was something there, a pressure he hadn't felt before. The wolf could feel it at the very base of his sheath where his member was trying to grow. At the base where his... his knot should be...

The dragon slowed down. "Let me give it the final twist for you."

Nyrio couldn't see what he was doing, but he felt the same pressure from before, when the dragon had used that tool to do something to his cage. The thing wrapped around the ring at the base of his cage and then the dragon must have turned it again, because the ring at the base grew even tighter...

"HMGH!"

Nyrio felt it squeeze at his trapped knot. The ring, positioned at the very base of his sheath, was perfectly positioned at where the canine's knot would grow if it could. It tried to, just as the rest of his member, but it had no space to do so, making the wolf feel incredibly frustrated. Every instinct in his being screamed at him to get hard, to let his knot grow, to shove it into something so that he could feel the apex of pleasure his body craved, yet the cage didn't let him! That ring, however...

"This is but a taste of what you could be feeling if you gave yourself up to me."

The dragon's words rang in Nyrio's ears. The wolf could barely think with all the lust overcoming his body. He needed that cage off, he needed...

The dragon put the tool away and slowly started to pull out. Each ridge that ground against Nyrio's insides felt even more intense than before. Every jolt of pleasure made the wolf's knot throb in sync with it, which in turn made the ring feel even tighter around it as it squeezed.

When the dragon regained his fucking rhythm, Nyrio could barely take it. It was too much. Too much pleasure. The wolf tried to speak through his gag. Blinded by lust as he was, he would do anything, say anything to get the dragon to take that cage off right there and then. He would plead himself as a bed slave if he had to, anything to give his body what it screamed for.

Yet Nyrio couldn't. All he could do was lay there and take it as the dragon started speeding up his fucking even more. It grew more and more intense, the wolf's knot swelling within its prison as much as it could, the tightened ring continuously squeezing on it...

"Yes. Let yourself enjoy it! It's nothing but pleasure, slave, pleasure that you could have every day, every night, if you submit yourself to me."

Nyrio was barely listening. Every nerve in Nyrio's body felt like it was on overdrive with the dragon's cock pistoning into him. The wolf felt pleasure he hadn't felt in forever, his peak quickly approaching, yet at the same time it felt oddly familiar. His body seemed to know what to expect to the point where he clenched down on the dragon's cock when he felt it coming.

The discomfort was there, very much so, as his cock desperately tried to fight against the steel keeping it at bay, yet with the ring squeezing his knot and the unending pleasure brought by the dragon's member, the wolf felt himself thrown past the point of no return with a force akin to that the dragon was putting into drilling him.

With a drawn-out gagged moan, Nyrio felt the incredible intensity of climax for the first time since before he was even captured. It was nothing like his old orgasms, however. This one felt different, yet so much more powerful. The wolf's cock throbbed, cum shooting from the small opening of his cage right onto his belly as his cock spasmed, trying so very hard to grow while still shooting from within his cage. The wolf's knot tried to grow even more but failed, and instead the ring only made the experience all the more intense.

Pleasure overcame Nyrio. Though he couldn't touch himself, could feel no stimulation on his member, the dragon picking up his pace while his orgasm wrecked through the wolf made the whole experience feel overwhelming. The pleasure he could feel from the dragon's cock fucking him, again and again, felt enhanced. It fed his pleasure, providing stimulation of the likes he had never thought possible.

And while he was squirting his seed over himself, Master Cavloth himself groaned out loud as he came. Nyrio could barely feel it, but he could tell that the dragon's seed was being deposited deep within him. The master's fucking grew even faster for a moment when he orgasmed, but slowed down considerably when his cock started pulsing inside the wolf to shoot his load. All the while Nyrio himself still felt completely overwhelmed even as his own cock spurted the final bits of cum through his cage, still trapped inside.

As the overwhelming pleasure finally started to tickle down, Nyrio just laid there. Master Cavloth himself panted, but kept his cock hilted inside the wolf the whole time while Nyrio tried to process what had just happened.

His cock remained uncomfortably swollen within his cage. It was as hard as it could possibly be and his cage and sheath had never felt so tight before. The ring still squeezed on his knot and every little movement, no matter how small, had tiny little jolts of pleasure going through the wolf that made his cock try to shoot little bits of seed through the cage again.

"Didn't I tell you?" Master Cavloth finally said. Nyrio felt exhausted. He didn't even know what he had felt, but the sheer pleasure of it...

The dragon's hand came to very lightly caress his balls. The wolf let out a gagged moan from that little touch alone.

"All of that and you didn't even get to feel my knot. I assure you, when you and I lie together willingly, you will get to enjoy the best part of me." The dragon, whose cock was deep inside the wolf, gently pressed himself forward just enough so that Nyrio could feel the large, engorged base just pressing against his entrance. It was far too large to go in easily, but it did make the wolf's ears fold back against his head as he thought about how it'd feel to have something like that shoved inside him as well. Would it feel as pleasurable as the rest of it was? Just trying to imagine the intensity of it made Nyrio's member throb involuntarily.

After teasing him, the dragon started pulling out. That alone was yet another powerful experience for Nyrio, as every ridge that popped out of him shot a final lingering burst of pleasure through the wolf.

When Master Cavloth removed himself from the wolf entirely, Nyrio could only watch as the dragon calmly made his way to the cabinets around the room. The master went back and forth around the room before returning with a bowl of water in one hand and a rag on the other, both of which he set down on the table near the bound wolf.

The dragon wet the rag, then Nyrio flinched when he felt the cold wet thing pressing against his backside. The dragon used it to gently clean the seed dripping down from the wolf's used backside at first, yet as he did, Nyrio could feel how sore it was after the pounding he had gotten.

"Each time we do this it gets easier, you know? The first time I could barely fit in you, and now? It is as if you were made to fit me."

Nyrio's ears perked up. What was that supposed to mean?

"Hmmfgh?" The wolf couldn't help but feel his face grow hot again. The dragon continued to clean him up, moving up to his balls to wipe any remnants of his own pre-cum from his fur in a pleasant, gentle way.

"That lubricant was not magical, you know. It was just a regular one. It serves to show how much we are meant to be together, slave."

The dragon's rag reached Nyrio's cage. He was more careful around it, wiping Nyrio's own seed from the metal, yet as he did, the wolf couldn't help but feel tingles of lingering pleasure.

"Your body has adapted to me and it will only get better. Don't you wish you could experience that without the hindrance of this device? Our deal still stands. Submit yourself willingly to me for a week and I will take it away."

The dragon squeezed Nyrio's balls ever so slightly, making him moan. The wolf didn't understand, though. Submit himself willingly? The dragon had just taken his virginity from him without him submitting anyway...

"Every night I will provide you with this much pleasure. At morning too, when I feel like it. All it will require is that you serve as my pleasure slave. Surely you can see how worth it it is, can't you? I sincerely hope you can."

The dragon moved to Nyrio's stomach. It was unlikely that he would be able to clean up all the seed the wolf had spilled upon himself, but the thick of it the dragon did wipe from the wolf's fur. When he was done, Master Cavloth set the rag down on the water again and finally moved forward. The large, black dragon stood by Nyrio's sight by his side again, but didn't move to undo his bindings.

"Hmmmfgh?" Nyrio asked. He had so many questions. Little of what the dragon was saying was making sense. The wolf felt exhausted, his body sore from the intense experience, but that didn't mean he had made his mind up about anything. The dragon had betrayed his trust. As kind as he appeared to be, he had taken the wolf forcefully. It was stupid of Master Cavloth to think that their previous deal was still intact.

"Don't look at me like that. I know you're unhappy now, but the important part is that your body knows how pleasurable it is to serve me." The dragon brought his paw up to caress the wolf's cheek. Nyrio pulled away from it.

"Remember that. If you are worried about how things are going to be from now on, I assure you, you'll feel better in the morning."

Nyrio shook his head. How could the dragon be so dense? It would never be the same. He wished that-

"Sleep now, slave."

Before Nyrio could even say anything, the dragon simply snapped his claws. A bright light was the last thing Nyrio remembered before his consciousness left him... as he vanished into sleep.

* * *

The wolf woke up with a grunt.

His body felt a little sore. As he rolled in his soft bed, Nyrio let out a whine without meaning to. The lupine slowly opened his eyes to adjust to the clarity of the morning. He wasn't feeling all too well that morning, but he couldn't quite place why.

He blinked a few times and looking around, but there was nothing wrong. Nothing unusual. All the chores he ran around doing every day must have been catching up to him, but as he stretched himself over his bed, he felt a little more relaxed.

Nyrio's paw went down to the cage around his sheath. The wolf groaned with frustration as it kept his member at bay. Each day he felt more lusty, more desperate. His member strained hard against his cage, craving pleasure. He craved pleasure. Lately, it was all he could think of.

As he grew more lucid, Nyrio remembered. He'd had those dreams again. They were hazy, as dreams often were, impossible to truly grasp, but he knew for sure that they had involved many sexual and incredibly hot things. He could almost feel in his trapped cock how great it had been to dream about all of that. His member pressed hard against the cage, wanting to grow so badly...

As the wolf forced himself to get up so that he wouldn't be late, even cold water was barely enough to cool him down. By the time the wolf had his kilt wrapped around his waist and walked down the hallways to tend to his master's breakfast, the wolf already felt his member straining against his cage as well. Nyrio knew what he had to do to get rid of that cage.

Submit to Master Cavloth...

Being the virgin he was, the thought of it scared him to no end, yet his cock hardened even more at the thought, no matter how scary it was. Could he do it? At first the notion had been unthinkable, yet now...

Maybe... maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he did...