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Not the Smartest Choice of Mark

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by Draconicon

Starly hung from his wrists and ankles, the fennec fox suspended by black tentacles that shimmered with a strange white border. He sighed as he looked up at the restrained ends of his limbs, slowly shaking his head before letting his chin rest against his chest again.

"Should have expected that..."

In truth, the whole idea to steal from the dragon magician at the edge of town had been a bad idea. He wasn't sure what had possessed him to think that trying to break into a magical tower, sneak down to the basement, and loot everything that the mage had created over the past month for the caravan due to arrive the next day, but it had clearly been the result of a moment of utter fancy that had no bearing on reality. The thought that anyone like him had a chance of even getting to the basement in the first place had been completely idiotic; he wasn't sure how he had ever convinced himself that he had a chance to get away and make a profit.

And so, here he was, suspended by the security spells of the dragon's tower, looking out the window at the thatch roofs and cleared dirt paths that led the way between the various buildings of the village. He shook his head, wiggling his fingers and toes to at least keep the circulation going between them. It certainly left him a bit achy to be suspended like this, what with his ankles up by his ears - toes tickling the tips, as a matter of fact - and his arms over his head.

"Mmmph...mmph..."

Trying to shift around in the magical bondage didn't really work, either. Every time that he tried to roll his weight around against the tentacles, they shifted their way of holding onto him, ensuring that he always stayed 'perfectly' balanced and positioned so that his chest, ass, and face were pointed right at the door leading down to the rest of the tower. It was almost like they were trying to keep him presented for when the dragon mage finally showed up.

Starly had been trying not to think about what his fate would be when he was forced to face the tower's owner. He knew very little about the black dragon that had taken residence just outside town when his father had been just a kit. The magician had been a mainstay since then, something that had just...been there, someone that had always been there, with power that they didn't understand but always helpful enough that nobody bothered chasing him away. The few times that the church had come knocking, nobody supported them when they tried to get rid of the magician. The dragon always took care of himself, and the village always did better when they didn't get in his way.

Again, he had no idea why he had tried to steal from the magician. He knew that it was probably the dumbest thing that he could have done, short of going for the mayor's house and trying to steal something from that psychopath, but something had driven him here, and now -

Click.

The fennec fox's ears twitched backwards, flicking along the tops of his toes in the process, and he had to bite off a giggle as the door opened. The tickling feeling of scratching his ears faded as the door pushed further in, eventually revealing the tower's master.

Draconicon had lived here as long as Starly could remember, and nearly as long as his father had been able to remember, when the fox had still been alive. The black-scaled dragon stood taller than most of the village at seven feet in height, and when he walked outside and stretched his wings, the great limbs cast shadows over everything within twenty feet of either side of him. He walked with a steady gait, his black robes pulled tight around his middle and loose around his legs, with silver stitching going up the middle and around the collar of the robe.

But it wasn't his height, the thickness of his shoulders, or the sheer presence that he put out that made the fox go quiet. It was his eyes, pure white and feeling ever so empty, like just looking at them would slowly swallow him up. Starly made it a point not to look directly at them, but instead at anything else, ranging from the dragon's half-exposed pecs down to the floor itself.

Of course, that wasn't so easy when the magician approached and grabbed him by one suspended ankle. The tentacle coiled around that leg and foot shifted, giving the dragon's hand space to grip him, and Starly hissed quietly at the pressure around his leg.

"I think we both know that this was a stupid decision," Draconicon said.

"...I'd say you're right," Starly admitted.

"Want to tell me what you were after?"

"...Stuff."

"I'm going to need something more specific than that, kit."

"I'm not a kit..."

"You're acting like one."

"Well, you're...kinda scary."

"That's true. That doesn't change the fact that you're acting more like a kit than a fox."

"I -"

His protest was cut off as Draconicon snapped his fingers, and just like that, Starly fell from his suspended spot. He didn't even get the chance to roll and land on his feet; he landed flat on his ass, hissing at the impact as he rolled onto his side.

"You're fine."

"Mmmph...Ow..."

"Or, fine enough. I know you've landed harder than that in the past."

"Mmmph...not sure how you would."

"Wizard. Now, come on. Up you get."

As the magician helped him to his feet, Starly was all the more aware of how much shorter he was than the dragon. The magician stood two feet taller than him if one didn't include the large fennec ears, and the fact that the tower's master was a dragon, of all species, meant that there was a width thing going on, too. He had never been a particularly bulky fennec, and the last few years of deprivation hadn't done him any favors. He wasn't exactly starving, but his body wasn't looking too good, either. He'd thinned down to maybe half the larger dragon's thickness, and he felt...

Well, helpless wasn't exactly an inaccurate term. He shifted from foot to foot as he steadied himself.

"So, let's try this again. What did you come looking for?" Draconicon asked him.

"...I wanted to get money."

"You could have gotten that in charity."

"I could, but..."

"But what?"

"There's only so much. And there's some that are worse off than me. And...it doesn't last forever."

"So, you wanted something bigger? Not any of the items, then?"

Starly shook his head. He doubted that he could have picked out a valuable item from the trash in the store room. All he could have done was hope that he picked something that'd be worth gold to someone else and start running. None of the actual effects mattered, just the gold that they would have brought in.

Wow. He really was an idiot.

The fox sighed, rubbing his forehead, only for the black dragon to press a hand to him and keep him from stumbling over.

"You're not well."

"It's been a while since I ate."

"Before we sentence you, then, you'll eat."

It was a surprisingly decent meal, all things considered. True, it had the whole 'last meal' hanging over it like the full feast before an execution, but it was a good meal, nonetheless. The dragon had platters brought out of nowhere, pulled out of the air itself, and each one was filled with more food than the fox had been able to find in a week for himself. He'd stared at the platters and looked at the dragon magician wordlessly for an explanation. Draconicon had shaken his head and said little more than:

"I offered. Eat."

He could only imagine what that meant, and didn't want to think too heavily on it. The fact was, there was food, and that was enough for him. He set to it and binged and glutted himself on everything that he could lay his hands on. Roasted pork, potatoes that had been split with heat and stuffed with butter and cheese, the stewed beef that had been left over the fire until it fell apart under his claws: it was so rich and fatty and wonderful that he almost felt like he could have fallen into a coma of food pleasure right then and there.

And he might have, were it not for the fact that the dragon was still there, still standing over him, still reminding him of the fact that he had been caught in the act of trying to steal from him. Starly wasn't going to be let off the hook that easily.

He had just finished the last platter, watching it getting whisked away by tentacles, when the dragon leaned in and rested a hand on his shoulder. Starly gulped.

"So...so what happens to me now?" the fox asked.

"That depends."

"...On what?"

"Whether you were honest about what you wanted."

"..."

"Why did you try and steal from me, when you knew that there was no chance in hell that you'd get anything out of it?"

"...I don't know." Starly sighed. "I don't know. I...I wanted money, needed something more than I had, but...you're right. There were other places that I could have gone for that. I just...I wanted..." The fennec shook his head. "It's stupid."

"Not as stupid as what you were doing. Continue."

"No, it's -"

Draconicon grabbed his chin, forcing his head up and making it so that he had no choice but to look the black dragon in the eye. Those white orbs glowed brighter, and he felt like his thoughts and resistance were getting sucked right out through his eye-sockets. He stood on his tiptoes, leaning in as the eyes glowed brighter and brighter, barely able to hear the words that came after.

"Tell me."

"I wanted something new. I wanted out. I wanted to be something different. I wanted anything that I could get, whether I got out or not, because at least getting caught would mean that I wouldn't go back to my life. I would...I would..."

He couldn't continue, not because he didn't want to, but because he really didn't know. Whatever Draconicon was doing to him didn't give him the answers; it just removed his ability to stop himself from giving them. But even so, that was more than he knew that he was carrying. As soon as that hand disappeared, he slumped down, and the dragon let him look away.

The world came crashing down on him, carrying with it both the embarrassment of what he'd just been made to do and the humiliation of being as desperate as he was. He covered his face with both hands, huffing under his breath as he stared at his fingers.

"Am I that pathetic?"

"No, just desperate," Draconicon said, the magician walking around him to the window and looking out at the village proper. "And not too surprising, really. The way that the world goes, with those at the top and those that have to stay down to make a 'top' a thing...well, it's inevitable that someone's going to get a bad enough deal that they'll try something that they really shouldn't. I'm betting that you're only going to be the first if the mayor doesn't let up before long."

"You...you expected this?"

"Let's just say that there's a reason that the traps were tentacle in nature rather than something like fire and lightning."

"...I really didn't think that through."

"Not really," Draconicon said, chuckling. "But now I understand where you were coming from with the whole thing. Let's get down to brass tacks, shall we?"

"...You mean...my punishment," Starly said. He nodded. "I guess...I guess we probably should talk about that."

"Indeed. Now...since you were honest with me, and didn't try and dodge anything, I'm not too bothered. You didn't get in, and you were desperate. So, we're going to let the massive punishment that you would have gotten if you got inside, or worse, if you actually managed to steal something, slide. You won't be warped, altered, utterly broken down or anything like that.

"But you will have to face something. A small punishment is in order for not doing anything that would have been more sensible. And I think...yes, a little bit of time locked up will do for you."

Starly sighed. The village jail was hardly the best of places. The crow that ran it was on the take from the mayor, which meant that some prisoners got treated better than others, and more obviously than in some of the other villages, from what he'd been able to hear from the traders. He imagined that he'd have a slightly better bed than the mat that he'd stuffed between some of the other houses, but -

"I think two months, in my prison."

"In - you have a prison?" Starly asked, looking up. "Where?"

"It's magic. But before I put you into your 'cell', I'm going to have to...examine you."

For the first time, there was something different in the dragon's inflection. Starly blinked at the shift from a concerned but stern voice to something that sounded more...familiar, more wanting, and he slowly looked up to meet the dragon's eyes again.

He thought he saw a smile, but it disappeared before he could be completely sure. He swallowed.

"E-examine me?"

"Yes. Can't let you bring anything dangerous or anything that might let you find a way to escape into your cell, now, can I?"

"Well...I..."

"First, let's strip you down."

Starly nodded blankly, only to yelp as his clothes spun around him, flying away to the far corners of the room. His boots, his pants, his loincloth, his jacket, his shirt; all of them flicked off him and hit the wall, leaving him with nothing to his name but his fur. The fennec blushed worse as he realized that he was completely naked before someone of this power, but at the same time -

Mmmph...

There was something to the size difference, to the fact that he could be that easily manhandled, and he blushed worse as he realized that it was already starting to make his sheath firm up just a little bit. He shifted from foot to foot, trying to clear his throat and not look too obvious about it, but he honestly wasn't certain that anyone could be less than obvious in this situation.

"Turn around," the dragon said, turning his hand in a circle.

He did as he was told, trying not to whimper as he felt those eyes staring at him. They were so empty, but they seemed to take in everything. He didn't know where the magician was looking, whether it was at his ass, at his back, at his head, at his paws -

Mmmph...he's not...he probably isn't -

"I would have thought that the town whore would have been a little bit more experienced with giving a show," Draconicon said.

"W-who told you that?!"

"Nobody. I just get bored."

"You -"

"Wizard."

That didn't answer anything...except maybe it did. Maybe Draconicon had been watching the village for a while from the tower with his magic, and if he had been...

Oh god...

Starly had been making ends meet by putting his ass on the market from time to time. He had been selling himself, at least a bit, to make sure that he had enough funds for food on the table, or for the occasional warm blanket, or other little bits and bobs to get through things. If he had been watched...if the dragon had enjoyed what he'd seen...

Well, that would have explained the different tone.

He kept turning, raising his tail a little higher and hardly believing that he was doing it. Here he was in the middle of a magician's tower, completely caught dead to rights, and he was trying to be seductive. Starly had no idea if it was even working, but at the same time -

"Stop."

The fennec stopped in his tracks, facing the stone wall. The clunk sound of someone getting to their knees - oh, lord, the dragon was behind him now - and clawed fingers on his cheeks sent another little tremor down his spine and made his cock feel all the harder in his sheath. He bit his lips as it started sliding free as he felt those fingers digging in, spreading his cheeks further, showing off his pucker to the open air.

"Certainly looks well-treated," the dragon said. "Anything hiding in there?"

"Um...not right now."

"If you're being honest, you'll be rewarded, but you know I have to check."

"I - I know."

"Good boy. Now, keep that tail high. I need to make sure that you're very slick for this."

Very slick for what? Starly knew that he'd taken a few horses, and he didn't know if this would be an actual check or just an excuse for fucking him, but -

The fennec stiffened as he felt a finger resting against his pucker, one that was already getting wetter the moment that it made contact with him. That fluid grew more and more noticeable, slicking up his balls, his taint, his hole, only for it to start flowing in. He didn't know how, but one moment, he was just feeling a finger down there, the next, he felt like someone had just opened his hole for a running river.

Starly huffed, having to lean forward and rest his hands on his thighs. The dragon's hand on his hips and cheeks didn't do much to support him, but he had learned enough about whoring to know how to stay upright while he was getting stimulated. He just...didn't usually have this much stimulation all at once.

The feeling of getting that slimy stuff blasted up his ass, though, was something completely new to him. He felt like everything inside was getting slicked up, like a cumshot that just kept going. He rolled his eyes back, huffing and groaning as he felt it flowing all the way up to his stomach, bloating his guts and making him belch. He swore that some of it was trying to go higher, but even as he tried to get used to it resting in his stomach, it reached the point of critical mass and started rolling back the other way.

Squelch.

Squelch.

Squelch.

Even as he tried to clench down, the dragon's finger was moving around inside of him, thrusting, grinding, teasing his hole. His prostate swelled with each touch, and it didn't take long before his cock was completely hard, up and throbbing and touching his belly button. He bit his lips, whimpering under his breath as he took the anal assault, trying not to get too into it already as the slime started oozing back out around that finger -

"Ah!"

"Two...three...four..."

The magician didn't give him a chance to rest as the new fingers slid in, rubbing against his insides and leaving him gasping for breath. Every little nudge, every slippery slide inside of him was pushing new buttons, reminding him of things that he hadn't felt before. The four fingers were pulling his rim outwards, pushing him to stretch in whole new ways. Memories of that horse that had passed through were coming back, and he bit his lips as he imagined something getting even thicker than that. The four fingers, each one bigger than his own by some way, were already forcing his rim as far apart as it could conceivably go as far as he was concerned, and -

"AH!"

Starly's eyes all but rolled back in their sockets as he felt the dragon's thumb getting ready to join the fun and games, the claw at the tip rubbing against his pucker as those four fingers continued to open him up. His breath came faster and faster as he slumped forward, throwing his hand out to rest it against the nearby ball to keep from completely losing his balance, but that thumb was already getting close to inside.

"The...the whole..."

"Yep."

"But -"

"You can take it."

Before Starly could argue, Draconicon pushed. The edge of his thumb added a whole new kind of stretch, and the fennec fox's mouth hung open, his eyes going wider and wider as he felt the dragon's fingers sliding in, then the rest of his hand, and then, finally -

POP!

The whole fist had popped into his ass. He didn't know how to breathe anymore; he didn't know how to suck in enough air to actually speak. All he could do was wheeze out what was left in his lungs as his cock bounced up and down, spitting pre-cum all over the wall and floor. The dragon's fist was huge, something that genuinely felt like a butt-buster of an insertion, and it put that horse cock to shame. To complete, freaking, shame. He could barely stand up, having to rest most of his weight on the fist now, and the bumps of the dragon's knuckles kept nudging against his prostate as it twisted and turned inside of him, pulling his pucker along for the ride.

"Well, not much down here at the exit. Let's see if you have anything waiting for me further up."

Starly just wheezed as that thing went further, deeper, and his hole just felt like it gave up. He couldn't even bring himself to squeeze anymore as Draconicon slowly pushed his clenched fist further and further into his hole. There was a sense of it somewhere, somewhere just behind his cock at first, but then further up, and then further up still, gradually leaving him with a gaping, too-stuffed feeling down there that he didn't know what to do with. That constant pressure - god, the weight of that arm - against his prostate meant that his cock never stopped spitting away, either, constantly covering the tower floor in more and more of his pre-cum.

"Ah...ah..."

He was slowly getting his breath back, almost feeling normal, when he looked down and saw a hint of that bulge right in his stomach. It was already distended from the ooze, but now, it was getting pushed out even further. He saw Draconicon's fingers there, saw the imprint of the magician's fist.

And then...then he uncurled his hand, fanning out his fingers.

Starly arched his back, unprepared for the sudden extra thickness that the uncurling fingers offered. It was so deep, so far inside of him that he swore that it must have been stroking along the inside of his stomach, or under his lungs, or something. Whatever it was, it was intense, and it was too much, too much, too -

And then, Draconicon started pulling his hand back. Fingers still out, still moving, still teasing, and that constant expansion and twisting and rubbing feeling went all over his inner walls, driving him mad. He could feel the dragon's arm muscles twisting against his prostate, feel the little flex and change in size and shape whenever he moved his fingers, and he wheezed, he huffed, he tried to find air that just wasn't staying inside of him as his entire body felt like it was burning up from the inside. The constant pressure on his prostate, the slow, intense rub that it got as that arm slowly pulled back, was pushing him right to the edge again already.

"Ah...nnngh..."

"Hmmm, nothing there..."

"Ah..."

"So very easy."

"Nnnnngh!"

"Perhaps when you serve your sentence, you could stick around the tower."

"Nnnnnnnnnnn-GAH!"

The feeling of that fist popping free was like nothing else, and Starly fell to his hands and knees, his breath coming hard and fast. His cock jumped, twitching, cumming, spurting all over his chest and through the air, spritzes of hands-free seed hitting everything in front of him, drenching his chest and leaving him whimpering and musky.

Twitch.

Twitch.

Twitch.

It wasn't just his cock twitching, but his ass, too. He could feel how much of a gape was left back there, more than he had ever felt with the other males that had come passing through. He knew that there was no way that it was going to close anytime soon, and he bit his lips as he felt the slightly cool air of the tower filling him for a moment, wind passing through a hole that was not yet able to close.

"Well, that was easy enough," Draconicon said, the dragon's voice feeling so far away, and the fox's hole feeling like it was so very empty. "I think that you're almost ready to be put away for now."

"Nnngh..."

"Trust me. You'll get more later, but for now, you need a break."

"How...how..."

"Wizard."

As annoying as that answer was getting, he didn't really care. Not anymore. If it meant that he'd feel like this, if it meant that he'd be safe, if it meant that it was going to feel this goddamn good to just take it while the magician maintained his mysterious air, he no longer cared. He really didn't.

His body was still no more than a quivering mess, and as he tried to stand, all he did was throw himself on his chest. He laid there, staring straight ahead as the magician flicked his fingers.

"Of course, prisoners require the right attire."

"Mmmph..."

"Hold still, and this will be done quite quickly."

He felt something coming down, though he wasn't sure what it was. Something hard, something heavy wrapping around his ankles, almost like the shackles that he saw on some of the slaves that came through the village, but they were different, smoother than those. There was something else, similar in feel, that slipped down around his toes, as well, clenching shut just under the bigger, more rounded part of the digits.

Then came something that he did feel. It was heavy, scaly, and he managed to turn his head enough to see it. It was an iron egg, one that was twisted and large with a flattened-out bottom, and -

"Nnngh!"

It slipped right into his ass, popping inside before resting its full weight on his battered prostate. He let out a shaky moan, lowering his head to the ground once more and shivering again from head to toe, the rings on his big toes clicking quietly against the ground.

"That should keep you just stuffed and wanting," Draconicon said, sounding almost like he was nodding to himself in approval. "The cell will keep you from needing to, ahem, 'relieve' yourself in that way, so there's no need for the plug to come loose. After that fisting, I have little doubt that you're going to want to play with yourself quite a bit."

"Mmmph...yeah..."

"Heh, that's what I thought. Now, roll over."

It took a surprising amount of effort to do something so small as that, but eventually, the fennec managed to roll over. The soft 'thunk' of the plug against the ground only added to his need, his cock staying hard and out of his sheath, and he bit his lips as he felt it bobbing up and down, as the plug started pulling at his rim and he had to clench hard to keep it from sliding out.

Things didn't get better from there. A pair of tight clamps were slapped around his nipples, and a cock ring went down around his shaft and sheath, pulling tight just beneath his knot. The way that his cock instantly all but inflated as soon as the ring tightened didn't make it any less tempting to touch, either, and his shaft throbbed, getting ever more sensitive even to the air currents blowing through the room.

The last touch came as the white-eyed dragon made him look up again, their gazes meeting. Once more, he felt that sucking sensation, that odd feeling of his sense of self being pulled through his eyes and his resistance going with it. The magician nodded at him, whispering to him.

"You will not touch the toys."

"I will...not touch...the toys."

"You will not remove the plug."

"I will not...remove...the plug."

"You will not remove the clamps."

"I will not...remove...the clamps."

"And you will not remove the rings."

"I will not...remove...the rings."

"Good boy."

The glowing light faded away, and Starly groaned. He blinked as he realized what he'd said, and he immediately tried to reach for the clamps. As soon as he came within a half-inch of touching them, his fingers froze in place, unable to go any further.

"...Holy..."

"Now, into the cell with you."

Draconicon snapped his fingers, and before the fennec's eyes, a hole opened in the fabric of the world. Black-rimmed and wider than the dragon was tall, the hole revealed a room filled with pink vapors that spun and spiraled. One breath had his cock rock hard, and he humped the air twice before he stopped himself.

"Heh, yes. An aphrodisiac gas. It should help your days pass a little quicker."

"Nnngh..."

"Now, in you go."

With a flick of a scaly finger, Draconicon picked him up and floated him through to the other side of the portal. The fox hit the ground, took a breath -

"Mmmph!"

And was immediately in pleasure heaven, his hand going to a cock that would not cum, to a plug that was too big to move, and whimpered as he knew that he'd be here for days - days - before he'd be allowed to actually get off...

The End

Summary: A thief tries to steal from Draconicon and finds out that it wasn't the best of ideas.

Tags: M/M, Dragon, Draconicon, Fox, Fennec Fox, Thief, Mage, Magic, Fisting, Lube, Orgasm, Cum, Plug, Clamps, Size Difference, Nudity, Implied Prostitution, Teasing,