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The Guild had warned Fireball about the Mastermind. "Don't beard the dragon in its den," he'd been told, specifically, and yes he understood why they would use that precise phrasing each time, thank you very much. But as a dragon, he thought he could handle it; dragons weren't the type to shy away from a challenge, and besides the Mastermind wasn't a dragon--but they were a dangerous individual who'd been too quiet for far too long for anyone to be comfortable, and he had a feeling it was time to track them down and disrupt whatever they were plotting. He'd faced opponents with advanced technology before, and he knew he could burn up their fancy toys just as easily as more conventional obstacles.

So into the villain's lair he'd gone. Being a bright red, thousand-pound dragon, stealth wasn't exactly an option, but he could melt whatever stood in his path: heavy doors, security drones, pressure plates and laser mechanisms ready to trigger traps, all of it withered against his mighty flames. Maybe he'd gotten a little carried away with the fire, but it was his element, and besides he had to keep things hot to overcome the FM-200 systems the Mastermind had in place to put out fires! And, crucially, he hadn't gotten too carried away to lose his head: when confronted by a small chamber that looked as if surely it was the vestibule leading to the core of their lair, he'd stood outside it to launch his trademark fireballs at the far door, then once it had softened up charged right on through into the room beyond.

And there was the real vestibule. A second door slammed down behind him as soon as his tail was clear, and he found himself in another, nearly identical small chamber, the telltale hiss all around him betraying the release of some sort of gas. He had two choices: try to hold his breath and ram the door, or risk breathing it in while he worked up enough flames to burn the gas, the door, or both. Already breathing hard from all the destruction he'd caused on his way in and not feeling up to holding his air for long, he chose the second option--and only got out a single puff of flame before crumpling to the floor, paralyzed.

After a few seconds of a whirring, high-speed fan, the door before him opened, and there they were: the Mastermind. Dressed in a dark, snug bodysuit and a cape, both their greater and lesser arms crossed, eyes and antennae all focused on him and managing despite the unfamiliar features to project complete confidence. "Fireball, Fireball..." The words left their mouth as a set of chirrs and clicks that suited their insect-like bipedal form, but by the time they made it to the prone dragon's ear they somehow transformed to a tongue he could recognize, or at least somehow made their meaning known as the villain approached him. "Did you enjoy yourself, trashing my laboratories?"

Fireball couldn't move, or speak, or even grunt in response; he could hardly even blink, with the paralyzing gas still flooding his system.

"All that work disrupted, and you couldn't even do me the favor of bumbling your way into one of the traps I set specifically for you. Smarter than you look, I suppose. I'll have to update your file." They hesitated, the fingers of their lesser hands briefly twining together as they hissed and chittered in irritation. "I'll put it right next to 'incredibly bothersome mouth.' Though I don't think even my notes can do that part justice." They knelt, their smaller lower arms patting his slackened jaws, pulling back his lips to peer up close at his teeth and tongue and the depths of his snout while their greater, upper arms drew out something from within their cape; it was only in his unfocused gaze for a moment, the shape striking him as some sort of muzzle attached to long tubes, before they lowered it to his snout. An odd, tickling feeling in his nose followed, moving steadily further back into his head until it reached the back of his mouth, and then his throat... and then deeper, but by then he was distracted by the feeling of a thick, rubbery shape passing between his teeth and rubbing on his tongue.

Not that he could do a thing about either one, despite his furious attempts to try, but no matter how badly he wanted to rise and pin the shoulder-height insectoid creature beneath his paws his body simply would not obey; he could only lie there powerless as they fit the big, heavy gag into his mouth. Even once his jaws were stuffed there was more to do: a broad elastic panel fit around his maw, covering his snout entirely with a series of tightly buckled straps around and behind his head to hold it in place, which somehow grew even tighter when an odd whirring sounded from beneath his nose, his jaws pinned down tight around the thick, maw-stuffing gag, muzzle pressing in and gag pressing out firmly enough that even if he could move his fangs surely couldn't budge an inch! A series of short beeps followed, then the sound of the little motor went quiet.

"There, vacuum-sealed. So much for those famous fireballs," they said, chittering in what was surely amusement, all four hands now caressing his tightly contained snout--and still he was paralyzed! "When my network detected your approach I took the liberty of evacuating all the truly important projects out of harm's way. Still, your tantrum through my lair set back my progress on some expensive toys, and for that, there will be consequences."

Fireball couldn't even glare, but at least he could focus his vision, now, two blazing amber orbs meeting the four green eyes of his adversary... and knowing he still could do nothing, nothing at all about those consequences quite yet.

"In fact--frankly--the city should reward me for getting a creature with your impressive track record of collateral damage off their precious streets. More than everyone else in that Guild of yours combined." Standing, the Mastermind moved out of sight, where he couldn't turn his head to see but he could feel them pull something padded over each of his four sharp-clawed paws: mitts, surely, to keep him from slashing anything, a tightening around each wrist and ankle signaling they'd been strapped tight, each accompanied by another of those little beeps. Once they were done they moved back across his vision to a control panel, each arm finding some combination of buttons, dials, and joysticks, and this time he managed to move his head, just the slightest bit, to follow them with his gaze. But not enough to move his limbs or to stand, and either way he learned what they were doing by feel a moment later: all four legs were grasped by heavy robotic arms, which effortlessly lifted the big dragon up into the air and swung him across the room.

Still unable to control his body enough to lift his own head, Fireball could only stare at the floor as the arms carried him toward the opposite wall, his dangling tail and wingtips dragging along until he came to a stop; a series of soft clicking footsteps signaled that the villain was approaching him from the side, and then he felt one of their hands stroke along his chin. "I'd hate to seal you in here without giving you a chance to see it from the outside, first," they churred at him, and then they lifted his chin so he could see: some sort of large pod was propped against the wall before him, its padded interior full of open off-white cuffs, with a split door hinged open on either side of the exterior, upper half open, lower half solid. There were other, smaller pods on either side, surely meant for others of the Guild who lacked Fireball's draconic stature: were they unsure who to expect trespassing in their lair, or were they prepared for reinforcements?

"Your containment pod looks cozy, doesn't it?" they said, with a twitch of their antennae and a wriggling of their mandibles, one hand still propping up his chin while one of the others stroked the top of his strictly muzzled snout. He couldn't even twist his head away; he managed a soft huff, whistling through his nose, and to swivel one eye over to glare at them: improving, but still not up to fighting back, and he was running out of time for that!

"No? Hmn, fine. We'll demonstrate."

They left his vision, and a moment later the arms sprang into motion once again, spinning him around and slowly, carefully backing him into the open pod. The surface of it was padded ever so slightly, but resilient, shaped to cradle him but not sagging beneath his weight, and his captor reappeared shortly after the arms relinquished their grip on his limbs to arrange him properly in the pose the pod had been molded into. The wings took a little adjustment to fit into the snug pockets behind/beneath him, his tail guided and strapped into an arc below him, then they spread his hind legs apart, making soft whistling noises as they pushed them into the molded shapes and then closed straps over each of them: at the ankle, the calf, and the thigh. A couple of broad bands crossed at his belly, and his forelegs they guided down into indentations on either side of his torso, again strapped down in multiple places; two thick straps made an X over his deep chest, and one strap near the top of his neck supported his head, nestled into a finely detailed mold that at least seemed to have enough wiggle room around his horns that he could turn his head a little--once he had the strength back to move, at least...

Then in unison each of the straps pulled itself tighter still, loosened just a little bit, and emitted a soft beep, the latches in Fireball's range of vision now lit up green. He managed a stronger huff, and bent his neck gently against the strap, but surely it was too late now: gagged and mittened and all these straps holding him tight... How was he going to get himself out of this?

The pod wasn't even done yet. Something bubbled up around him, feeling like he'd been submerged for a moment in a pool of water: liquid yes, for the moment, but not the color of any water he'd ever swum in, this fluid was black and shiny, and though it didn't seem to stick to any of the cuffs holding him down, it clung to him, hiding every scale he could see in a mirror-shining ebony. Latex, he guessed, though he couldn't guess the why.

"Since you're not going anywhere, Fireball, I'd like to chat a little bit more about your mission records. They're interesting," said the Mastermind; they'd taken a couple steps back while the latex flowed over him, but now they were back, one hand running along his newly rubbery underside. "124 successful missions, 91 completed without a scratch on you, yet almost as many captures and escapes. Why's that?"

It wasn't like he could answer, not that he would've told the truth regardless. He huffed back at them with a little more energy, accompanied by a soft mumble, and he managed to wiggle his tail in its cuffs. Come on, body...

"A lesser mind might assume you're just not that bright," they said, and he huffed at them again, but they only made a contemplative clicking noise. "That wasn't good enough for me. So, I did some digging. Asked around, and, my, what I found..."

Fireball winced, feeling his snout heat up. He knew where this was going.

"You like it, don't you?"

Fireball managed to shake his head a little, and huffed in denial, though he could do no more than softly mumble with the gag in place. He couldn't seem to get any air into his mouth at all for anything louder or hotter than that, either--

"No? Hmn. That's not what my source said. In fact, she said quite a lot to the contrary." The bound dragon tensed--if they'd dared hurt his girlfriend--! "Why, I didn't even have to threaten her. You should know, for someone dating a superhero, she's got very loose lips." Another pause, while they squinted closely at one finger, before admitting, "perhaps it was my holographic disguise of Erlenmeyer being that good. Either way, she told me all about your interests. How much you love to squirm in something tight and unyielding... Mnn. Whatever it is she keeps under her bed for you, you crave it often, always chasing the residual thrill from some villain whose pathetic materials could only hold you for so long." They paused, and stroked down one foreleg, long fingers trailing over each locked strap there. "Make no mistake, you won't escape from this. The mold, the cuffs, the structural frame--all made from solid thereanium. The synthetic material coating every inch of your body contains microscopic dampening crystals, limiting the amount of force you can exert against your bondage. As for your fire, good luck making even a spark without any air getting through your muzzle. In fact--ah! Don't just take my word for it." They held their arm up to his snout, and a puff of air releasing from something on the slender limb and going right up his nose, the gas making his lungs burn. He flinched, and a spasm ran through him--

He could move again!

Of course Fireball tried to summon his flames first. He sucked in a big breath through his nose--but his nose was where the air stayed! Whatever tubes he'd half-seen on the muzzle, they must have continued through his mouth and straight to his lungs: with no air coming to his jaws that way, and his muzzle so utterly filled by the gag and sealed over with no room left for any air within, he couldn't get anything to his flame ducts. And no air meant no fire! "Mmm-- mmmm, mmm mmmm!" he protested, but thanks to the big tight gag and the tubes going straight to his airway, he couldn't even get out a proper roar or even a howl, let alone intelligible speech!

Time for his strength, then. Gathering himself, he wrenched against the straps, but here again he was thoroughly stymied. Though they flexed just enough to remain comfortable, they were utterly unyielding, and with so many of them holding each limb so tight, there didn't seem to be a single binding he could focus on! Worse still, though he felt like he was back at full strength, he couldn't seem to move like he felt he was capable of: every slight shift of position felt slow and sluggish, every yank on the cuffs weaker than it should have been. It was the rubber they'd covered him in, whatever it was made of resisting his movements as well! "Mmmm mmmmmmm!" he yowled, thrashing, and the pod didn't even wobble on its base--he couldn't budge an inch!

His captor watched all of this with evident delight, their lesser hands clasping together, softly hissing while their mandibles clenched and lifted and relaxed again as they watched him struggle, and struggle, and fail. "No luck? Well-- I guess I'll report back, tell her you've been properly captured," they said, and paused, rumbling softly. "She also mentioned how much you adored it when she... ah, took advantage of you, after tying you down."

"Mmmmm!" Fireball protested, but the fact that he couldn't even coax a proper growl from his throat only served to make the big dragon feel even more helpless--which in turn went further to proving the Mastermind right! He didn't know why she'd felt the need to gossip so much, tricked into thinking they were a Guild-mate or otherwise, but she hadn't been wrong, and already he could feel how strongly this was turning him on. He was trapped--he couldn't move an inch-- He couldn't bring his mighty flames to bear! He tried to thrash, but the cuffs didn't even rattle, and every breath went straight through the breathing tubes to his lungs with no chance to divert it toward his flame ducts and burn his way out...

"It must be such a dilemma for you." Despite his squirms they approached him again, plainly convinced--as he increasingly was himself--that they'd rendered the dragon perfectly harmless, all four arms reaching out; they caressed his chest and torso, the tense straining muscles on his forelegs, the rubber coating his scales doing nothing to mute the gentle touch of those many delicate fingers. "On the one hand, surely you'd love to rend this prison apart, burn to the ground whatever it is you think I'm plotting, and take me into custody. But on the other... You love this, feeling this utterly trapped and powerless, don't you? And surely the last thing you'd want would be for such a rare experience to come to an end."

He shook his head, snorting a breath out his nose in denial despite how such helplessness was already getting to him, a little pressure building between his hind legs no matter how he willed himself not to respond in such a humiliating way. And with his hind legs spread apart by the cuffs, he couldn't hide a thing from his captor! "Mmmmm, mmmm!"

"Fate's a funny thing, isn't it? Of course it'd be you who came, unbidden, right to me, to try and ruin my schemes. Nobody else would have such a keen appreciation for such a flawless prison for would-be meddlers. Nobody but you, Fireball." They churred, and one of the hands trailed lower, and lower down his belly, right towards where he was hoping the Mastermind wouldn't look, but with all the straps over his torso he couldn't even begin to squirm away-- The hand stopped hardly an inch or two from his increasingly swollen slit, which the tight latex coating didn't hide in the slightest, and the dragon wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed, shivering a little against the many taut straps.

"So excited already, and you don't even know the half of how utterly, completely trapped you are..." The hand circled around his slit, the touch so tauntingly close--that they could touch him somewhere so intimate, or not, as much as they wished, and he couldn't do a thing about it! He couldn't keep from shuddering, as the hand squeezed the base of his tail, the others continuing to explore his chest and shoulders, their gaze wandering occasionally to observe the bunched, straining muscles of his limbs before returning to the helpless dragon's face. Soon their hands lifted as well, the smaller feeling over the rubber on his shoulders while the other two found his head, gently stroking the muzzle sealed tight over his cheeks.

Again Fireball's attempt to growl only came out as a deeply muffled moan, his jaws clenched around the fat gag utterly plugging his snout; he could only huff and glare and jerk weakly against the many cuffs that pinned him down, all the while trying to ignore how the needy ache between his hinds kept growing deeper, stronger... At least when he felt himself shudder, it'd be hard to notice among his futile writhing beneath the restraints! "You're just a powerless prize." One hand pushed his snout one way, and then the other, then pushed up on his chin while the other scratched beneath it--a pleasant sensation that only made him fume, limbs straining and kicking and trapped! Friends could scratch his chin... for a nemesis to do it, while he was bound tight and couldn't even stop them?

It made his hips jerk, whether he wanted to or not. He was also starting to long to get out of his slit, but thus far to his--relief?--the taut latex didn't seem to have room to let him!

More of that chittering laughter. "Mmn. I'd always wanted to get an up-close look at you. Admittedly. Nothing really compares to a dragon, after all. Videos, photos, statistics, even what the load cells are reading right now-- They don't do you justice. But now I can examine you all I like. Test your will, your sensitivity, and just how much you love feeling this way..." He tried to shake his head away from their stroking hands without success, and it only prompted them to grab onto his snout more tightly and force him to look at them again, buzzing sternly, "when I say you're at my mercy, Fireball, I meant it." And as if to demonstrate, their hands moved from his chin to his nose, where they grabbed the ends of the breathing tubes and squeezed them shut! Their two other hands lifted to help hold his snout still, so Fireball couldn't try to turn his head away-- He couldn't jerk out of reach, or push him away, now he couldn't even breathe! Inhaling just sucked the tiny bit of air out of the inside of the tubes, and there was nowhere to breathe the used air out again! He thrashed and bucked and twisted, chest heaving as he struggled, striving to at least win this small contest, to do something to resist them and yet he couldn't-- he couldn't get air!

His chest rapidly grew tighter as he writhed and fought, stale air making his lungs burn, taut latex making his slit throb and ache. He could hardly make a sound and he could feel his heart hammering from the effort, all his strength thrown against his bonds, against their hands, he had to he had to he couldn't-- His wide eyes met the Mastermind's as his body shook and he started to grow lightheaded, and after a few more long seconds they relented, releasing him to slump back against the pod and desperately suck air through those tubes that suddenly felt far too narrow to let him get enough of the fresh air his lungs demanded.

Fireball hardly got a moment to try to process how overwhelmingly powerless he felt--that even his breath could be controlled, taken away and given back at a whim!--before their attention shifted to the one place that might have been even worse. Their smaller hands now traced the shape of his bulging slit, gently, the sensation of it only deepening the dragon's trembles; he couldn't even remind himself to resist the touch, with his head still spinning! And with his concentration slipping his hips automatically rolled towards that gentle caress, shaft throbbing as it strained against the latex in its way and his whole body quivering when a single finger grazed its tip where it poked against the rubber.

"Ah-- I suppose your little thrusts there answer something I was curious about: whether you haven't shown yourself to me because you're better than I thought at putting work before play, or because the tight latex doesn't give you any room to grow. Clearly it's the latter." They kept gently rubbing as they taunted him, and his snout flushed hot when he couldn't keep himself from moaning. Oh his dragonhood ached to be free... and it throbbed still harder when the Mastermind purred, "good. It looks good under the rubber, and it will help you remember that I control this just as thoroughly as everything else."

"Mmmmm!" was exactly the kind of retort that just rubbed it all in even worse. Fireball couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't control his lust or even properly enjoy that desire, and he couldn't do a thing to keep the Mastermind from exploiting it as much as they wished! All he could do was groan, and writhe, huffing out his breaths as his slit ached against the latex and they just kept on stroking, fondling, their other set of hands returning to his hind legs to grab and caress and feel as his muscles flexed, and strained, and failed to fight back against the cuffs holding his hind legs apart. They groped at his flanks, caressed his haunches, and teased and teased and gently teased at that slit, making soft clicks and chitters of amusement with their mandibles wriggling as they watched him struggle and squirm and feel every moment more trapped and more turned on.

Even more humiliating, his moans only got more urgent when they stopped. "Mmm mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm!" he gasped, shuddering and trying to thrust despite himself, despite knowing that he needed to find a way out, his body insisting that no, more pleasure, some means of getting relief was far more important!

The Mastermind watched them quietly for a few moments, head tilted and antennae splayed; after a moment they chittered again. "Well if you are going to ask so nicely, who am I to say you've had enough torment?" And one of their lesser hands returned, giving his aching rubber-covered slit a slow, gentle fondling as the other arm on that side lifted and the two on the other reached for the armband there, with a couple of taps bringing up a little screen that the villain could glance at. "But--hmm... no, I see it-- There's a little bit of hope still left in those eyes, Fireball. Let's fix that." They lifted one hand to scratch his muzzled chin again, then continued, "see that green light on your muzzle strap?"

It was just about the only part of it he could see, if he squinted so narrowly down his nose that his eyes hurt: the thick strap around his snout had a small latch on top, where a dim green light glowed. "Mmmm," he mumbled, or perhaps moaned, when the hand that still teased him gave his tip a little squeeze on its way by and he shivered again, and he very hesitantly nodded.

"That light indicates that the lock is active and working properly. If it turns red, it means the lock's suffered some kind of critical error." The lesser hand came to a stop, resting just above the concealed tip of his aching cock. "For instance it might turn red if something made the lock's code wipe--essentially forgetting its own passkey to unlock. It might also turn red if its killswitch were tripped, releasing a tiny little droplet of solder to foul the circuitry; or if something inserted itself into the latch motor to bind it, preventing it from turning. Or all of the above, in the same moment, instantly ensuring the lock never opens again." Their two free hands tapped at the screen for a few moments, then they met the trembling dragon's gaze once more, before pushing his head to the side as far as the shape of the pod would allow, making him look back towards the door he'd come in through. "Down that hall are three laboratories full of scorched and melted reasons to make sure that muzzle never comes off for the rest of your life, Fireball," they hissed at him as his eyes went wide. "Can you come up with any reasons it should?"

"Mmmmmm! Mmm-mmmm!" The first thing to buck was Fireball's hips, again, his dragonhood throbbing against the latex and against the Mastermind's hand as he struggled and howled his unintelligible protests. But-- his fire-- they couldn't-- He thrashed and he shook his head and he made a few rapid impotent thrusts and his snout flushed hot again when he knew they had felt every single one of them--but he couldn't resist, he was too turned on and too helpless and he couldn't control himself and couldn't stop them! He was totally at their mercy, and they could keep him, they could muzzle his flames forever, they could-- could-- "Mmmmm...!"

"Mmn, my dear Fireball," the Mastermind churred fondly, and he slumped back with a heavy muffled moan when they gave him a few little rubs that felt almost like a reward for letting his arousal show so plainly. "You want me to take your flames away for good. You'd love to stay here as my prize, silenced, pacified, sealed in your pod. You crave this." When he mumbled and tried to shake his head, whole bound body quivering, the oh so gentle strokes only continued, gentle sensation and desire burying his denial, and their mandibles wriggled once more in amusement. "You're so much fun."

One hand hooked against a muzzle strap and made sure he was looking right into their eyes. "What do you say, then? Shall we seal up that destructive snout of yours?"

The dragon could hardly bring himself to struggle, but he tried to force himself, twisting, wrenching his forelimbs against their cuffs, huffing his breaths and longing for his fire--and then shuddering and moaning and thrusting some more, it was not fair to ask him and fondle his aching trapped cock at the same time! "Mmmmm! Mmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm!" he gasped, unable to get out a single proper word and shuddering, claws clenched tight in the mitts, hips rocking in desire and snout shaking back and forth, please...!

Their mandibles flexed in what was surely a smile, antennae dipping and rising again. "Oh please. Still clinging to your pride. Playing an act, that's all it is. You're shaking your head, but your plump slit's making a far more persuasive case," they said. "There's no doubt in my mind you'd deny yourself what you really want, and that's why you're not in control. So I'll take away all your freedom, and in doing so, set you free from any pretense of wanting it back. Funny how that works, isn't it? To think, a rival would rather be my captive prize than ever oppose me again... Righteous justice melting into willing submission. It's a win-win." Fireball continued to struggle, and mumble, and thrust, his movements only getting more unsteady, heart hammering when they extended one finger and brought it closer and closer to that screen...

A tap, and something on his nose beeped and hissed, and the light winked to red. "No more fireballs, Fireball. You're welcome."

"Mmmmmmm!" he could only moan helplessly, thrusting uselessly as his cock throbbed and his limbs shuddered and he strained against all the secure cuffs. They, they couldn't, had they really-- The muzzle sealed down so tight and the gag stuffed so deep and his flame truly taken away, unable to say a word, free his jaws, escape those breathing tubes-- He thrashed, and bucked and humped and groaned from the deep desperate ache of his trapped, teased shaft, and the more it sank in and the more he squinted at the little red light the hornier he grew, his lust and the Mastermind's touch irresistible...

"Now... the question is, what'll we seal ne--" they began in clear delight, before the blare of an alarm interrupted them, and a red light flashed somewhere overhead.

They made an irritated hiss-rattle sound, swiping at the projected screen over their arm, eyes and antennae moving rapidly as they scanned whatever it told them. "More of your damned Guild already-- wait. Pulse and I.Q.? And Hoarfrost!? Wait-- No, no, no--" More clicking noises, as the villain paced before him, tapping and swiping through different readouts on their screen. "Sections B and D aren't reset, A's traps are beyond repair thanks to you--" They stopped, fuming, and made another frustrated sound. "Agch--I'm underdressed. This is a scrub scenario. It was-- They had to go and ruin everything, didn't they!?"

They manipulated the armband and screen a few more times; abruptly every latch on every strap that bound the trapped red dragon clicked and went red, and though he yelped and writhed there was nothing he could do about it! "Mmm, mmm, mmmmm!" he complained, wide-eyed and thrashing in his pod, cock still throbbing hard. They had just-- just like that-- But, but other members of the Guild were coming! They could help him out of this mess right?

And why did that feel almost disappointing?

"It's been fun, but plans have changed," they said, still hissing in anger. "Be their damsel, won't you? Keep them busy while I make my escape. Here--in case they don't, I'll make your last moments pleasant."

A new alarm sounded, mingled with the first. "Self-destruct initiated. Two minutes to explosion. Evacuate immediately," said a robotic loudspeaker.

Something smooth and round pressed up firm to Fireball's slit, and he struggled to twist his snout down to see--and moaned--_when he saw a big wand vibrator now mashed against his latex-covered slit! The Mastermind pushed his nose up out of the way and swung the doors of the containment pod shut, the tight cowl where the top of the door fit around the midpoint of his chest concealing the wand and his lower body from view; that wand started to _buzz, and the latch on the pod lit up green--only to flicker to red just an instant later. That was deadlocked too!

His claws curled in the mitts and his head slumped back against the pod as the steady direct pleasure teased him, his hips jerking hard and making his whole body writhe; he tried to moan, to make some sort of pleading noise at the Mastermind, but with the huge gag in place the alarms drowned him out. He tried to fight somehow, but it felt even more useless with the stimulation already flooding his system, and he could only watch as they headed for one of the doors out--and then stopped, turned back, and approached the pod again.

"Ninety seconds to explosion."

"And if you survive... Remember: I know what you really want." They leaned against the pod, all four arms raised to caress his silenced, wide-eyed snout, his breath coming in rapid pent-up huffs as his hips twitched back and forth and his cock throbbed hard. "Struggle hard for me," they said, and gave his nose one last pat before they darted away, rushing through a side door and vanishing from his sight.

"Mmm! Mmmm! Mmmmmm!" Fireball tried to struggle, but it was even more impossible now--impossible to even try to put his full strength against all of the straps that had so far held him without even the slightest difficulty, his breath coming in little gasps and his heart thudding hard behind his ribs and the countdown to the base's self-destruct doing absolutely nothing to help him focus on how he needed to find some way to escape-- It was so impossible to think of anything other than the steady low buzz of the wand jammed against his slit, teasing it and the tip of his trapped shaft through that thin and unyielding layer of latex! He humped it and he shuddered and he moaned in desperate longing-- He needed to do something but all he could think of was how he wanted to cum!

He thrust faster as he squirmed, looking around the room as best he could--but how could he reach anything, he couldn't move, he couldn't think, he didn't have his fire and he couldn't--couldn't even get hard-- The stimulation was maddening, his helplessness overwhelming... all he could do was hope his Guildmates didn't turn around, hope that they were coming to rescue him from the self-destruct sequence, and madly grind against the vibrating wand as his anxious powerless desperation turned him on more than anything! His panicked mind couldn't process anything, his bound body couldn't escape, and all that was left was his aching throbbing trapped cock! "Mmmmmmm!"

The next alert of the speaker was drowned out by a boom: the door he'd come through gained one huge dent, then a second, and then it buckled inward and collapsed to reveal three figures: Pulse, big and broad, I.Q., slender and bearing a pair of robotic arms, and Hoarfrost, half-covered in icy armor. It was Pulse who'd knocked in the door, and now he boasted, "see? I told you he was in here! Now hurry up and find a way to turn off the self-destruct!"

"Yes, yes," huffed I.Q. "I suppose I should have known it would take someone with a normal mind to predict the actions of someone else of the same level of intellect." But she rushed to the nearest computer terminal and went to work, while the other two came over to Fireball's containment pod.

"Phew... Mastermind sure did a number on you, hmm?" said Hoarfrost, and Fireball felt his snout flush hot once again behind the muzzle--maybe they didn't realize how horny he was, but the wand sure wasn't stopping, and neither was his aching dragonhood! "Think you can lift it? I'd prefer we figure out how to get him out of there somewhere safer."

"Ten. Nine. Eight--"

"Self-destruct paused."

"Paused? That sounds ominous. How about canceled?" Pulse called across the room, before considering the pod, which would surely be most awkward to carry regardless of whether he was strong enough to lift it and the dragon trapped within. He tried the latch on the door, which didn't budge of course, while Hoarfrost tried the muzzle: no luck there either, no matter how Fireball mumbled at them. "Might need your help to get Fireball out of this containment thing, too, seems like it's locked down good. I'd see if I can punch it open, but I don't know how strong it is and I don't want to knock his ribs in."

"I am working on it! Mastermind's got quite the clever security system. In fact, why don't you two just get him clear just in case, and I'll be right behind you."

Hoarfrost's prying at the muzzle turned into a gentle caress of his snout, which did not help the poor teased shivering dragon at all, especially after all the taunting strokes the Mastermind had given him! "Antsy, hmm? Don't worry, we'll figure out how to get you out of there once we've got you somewhere safer. Just have a little patience."

"Mmmm... mmmmmm!" Of course he couldn't make himself understood to them any more easily, so the gag ate up both his moan of need and any protest that it was certainly easy for him to say, he didn't have a big buzzing wand pressed to his crotch! (Well, maybe it was better that he couldn't mention that part.) Either way, he could only keep humping it, and struggling, and groaning to himself as Pulse wrenched the pod up off the floor, and with Hoarfrost to help keep him from crunching it into any walls the two of them carried him back outside--well clear of the facility, where their transport jet was waiting. Poor Fireball could hardly keep track, with the stimulation still going, his shaft continuing to strain and pulse and ache beneath the latex--not just that he couldn't get hard, he couldn't even pull away from the wand, either! He was trembling, moaning, hips jerking invisibly back and forth within the pod when at last they set him down in the jet's personnel bay.

"Went all out on the headgear, didn't they?" Pulse said, pausing to pick at the straps and the latch with his thick fingers; nothing budged, and the dragon remained silenced, huffing helplessly. "Not a surprise after seeing what you did in there, I suppose. Hmf, it's strong on the outside too." He kept trying to grasp or pick at a piece of it without success, then shook his head. "Guess we'll have to let I.Q. or one of the other eggheads get you out of there. No surprise with Mastermind stuff I guess. Speaking of, Hoarfrost, she coming?"

"If she is she's taking her dear sweet time... It's not like she had a pod full of dragon to carry. No offense, Fireball, but you're heavy, even with mister muscles there handling most of the load," he said; not like the captive dragon could give much notice to the little jab, when he cared far, far more about the constant low humming pleasure centered on his slit! Hoarfrost didn't show any signs of knowing precisely what distressed him, though, and only gave the base of his neck a reassuring pat before the two of them moved away to watch the villain's lair from the bottom of the jetway ramp.

I.Q. seemed no more helpful when at last she appeared, a good twenty minutes of squirming and grinding his slit into the head of that wand later, and his muffled voice and helpless squirms were starting to get more and more insistent. However good the vibrator felt, it wasn't doing enough, and that was making his predicament even more of a strain! Like the others, I.Q. made sympathetic noises about how surely he was impatient to get out of the cramped little pod--no idea how cramped in his slit he truly was--but that after the difficulties she'd had trying to investigate Mastermind's computer systems, she wanted to have her full suite of tools available before she gave it a shot, just in case she triggered some sort of deadlock mechanism.

Fireball mmmm'd at her as best he could, quite urgently, unable to tell her that they'd already done just that! But she moved away, muttering that neither of the other two could be trusted to fly the jet safely, leaving him there no closer to getting out of the pod, or his slit, or any of the rest of his restraints... And left to his own devices again, the dragon once more succumbed to the stimulation and his raging desire, writhing and moaning and humping uselessly towards the wand as they piloted the jet back to its bay at the Guild's home base.

Pride was pretty much gone by the time they moved him off the jet and into one of the base's laboratories; he tried to give the most pleading looks and the most needy "mmmm!" sounds he could to anyone in the room, anything to get some relief no matter how he must have sounded--and it didn't seem to be giving any of them a real sense of urgency! All he could do was buck and thrust and grunt as his cock throbbed and throbbed, sealed in his slit by the latex and endlessly, gently teased, while all the rest of the Guild only thought he was struggling and antsy to get his freedom back! If even I.Q. guessed at the nature of his writhing and moans, she said nothing, only hooking up the pod to a carefully network-isolated computer to start running diagnostics and probe for weaknesses in the latches.

"They're good," I.Q. said to him after some examination of the pod and the seals on its doors and his tightly gagged muzzle, "and I don't see any easy ways through the passkey barrier to just operate the latches, but they can only push the physics of computers so far and the keys can only be so long. And with our computing power..." She patted the terminal before her and smiled at him. "We should be able to brute force this in a couple days. Comfy in there?" she asked, but he didn't care about the little taunt, he cared about the first bit--Mastermind had wiped the keys from the latches, brute force wouldn't do anything!

"Mmmm! Mmm mm-mmm mmmm! Mmmmmm!"

She only giggled, misunderstanding his urgent gagged protests. "Well, we'll get you out as soon as she can. I'd offer to bring lunch while you wait, but..."

"Mmmmm mmmmmm!!" he yowled, but it was fruitless, and then she left him too. Just him and his pod and that slow vibrator...

For two... days...

By the end of day one, they realized that the brute force method wasn't going to work, and they'd moved on to attempted disassembly without success. By then Fireball could hardly even pay attention to them filing at the latches and searching the pod exterior for screws or hinges or anything that looked like a seam that could be exploited; he'd even given up really struggling aside from the occasional desperate fit, but it didn't matter how hard he tried, he got nowhere at all, and still the vibrator hummed away relentlessly. He'd do anything by then if he could just get hard, if he could just cum, and in the strict muzzle-gag he couldn't even beg for it, just shudder and moan as his poor cock pulsed and ached and remained so utterly trapped. But surely they'd make progress soon... Right...?

I.Q. and the pale Erlenmeyer were working together on day two when the rare hopeful noise from one of them got the dragon to lift his head curiously--until an alarm blared through the base and everyone flinched. "All Guild members to alert stations. Threat potential gamma."

Fireball couldn't get to his own station, but the announcement drew his potential rescuers from their work; at least I.Q. had the decency to pat the trapped dragon on the snout on her way out the door. "I think we might have found something-- We'll try it out as soon as we get back!"

They'd left a TV on in the room; this now cut to breaking news, where some sort of colossal flying beast loomed over the city. Oh, he hoped the Guild could handle it quickly, he couldn't take it anymore--but it was at least the tenth time he'd thought to himself he couldn't take it anymore, and every time he thought it he thrashed and moaned, and found that he still couldn't escape it, and hornier than ever he'd had to accept that he had no option but to keep on taking it! Frustrated and howling he ground himself against the vibrator, entire body quivering, please, please... and had to subside again, worn down and shaking with need as the tease continued, merciless.

He watched dully as the TV showed more of the creature, how close it was, a couple buildings knocked over and burning-- Soon the cameras cut to the assembled Guild instead, arrayed and ready for battle, surely a gladdening sight for all!

And then a part of the wall to his left melted away, and in strolled the Mastermind.

"Mmmm! Mmm! Mmm mm mmmmmm!" he set up trying to howl, for help, for release, for some sort of mercy; none of them made it past his lips, only his soft muffled groans as the villain approached, having found him even here in such a well-defended sanctum of heroes-- His whole body shuddered, knowing that unlike the Guild this alien knew exactly what he was suffering through, and how trapped he was, and how impossibly horny he was... He tensed, he humped the wand rapidly, struggling and instantly feeling so defeated, so powerless-- Wide-eyed, pent-up shaft throbbing, body trembling, he tried to shake his head and plea, but he could do nothing.

"Did you miss me?" churred the Mastermind. "Mmmm, it seems like you did. Were you worried they'd find a way to free you? My--" they stopped in front of him and drew themself up, straight-backed and proud, a hand to their chest. "You lack faith in my designs. But don't worry. It's time to take you back, and ensure you never spend another day free."

Fireball thrashed and moaned, his heart hammering and his slit aching desperately, fiercely, humping the wand as hard as he could as desperation and powerless arousal raced through him. "Mmmm-mmm mmmmm! Mmmm mmmmmmm!" No strength and no fire and no will-- Only pent-up needy lust drove him as he watched them link a couple of anti-gravity generators to the bottom of his containment pod. There was no one to stop them and no one to save him from being whisked off to wherever they'd made their new lair, which might take the Guild who even knew how long to find-- There was only the Mastermind guiding his pod towards their waiting aircraft, and the sealed restraints of the pod, and that endless teasing vibrator, keeping him forever trapped and gagged and forever so thrillingly and horribly aroused and denied...

Fireball could only hope that the Guild managed to track them down before all of the intensely arousing teasing and captivity reduced him from a fierce hero to a captive submissively craving nothing more than to submit, and remain helpless and flameless and endlessly teased in the Mastermind's clutches!