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Dak was a kobold thief who had been stalking a minor local lord's house for weeks. He had carefully studied the layout and the patterns of the guards to ensure he could make off with as much loot as possible. However, his luck ran out when he was caught by two guards, humans, who had been specially hired to keep watch over the estate.

Normally most kobolds would go unnoticed. Often used as slaves or servants, being common, yet underneath the notice of most of the "greater" races. Unfortunately for him he was quickly noticed. Dak stood out, even to the smooth and furred races, which rarely tended to be able to tell the kobolds apart at a mere glance. Dak was stunningly beautiful and tended to attract the wrong kind of attention. His body was covered in shiny, iridescent scales that shimmer in the light. The scales were a dark shade of green, almost emerald-like, with a pattern of small black dots adorning his back.

Dak tried to fight, but he was small and weak compared to the guards. He was easily overpowered and quickly taken to the dungeon. They gripped him tightly as they neared the entrance to the dungeon. Dak's scales were smooth to the touch, like polished marble and felt cool against their rough skin.

As the guards dragged him down the cold, damp stairs, they took notice of how tiny, attractive, and enticing Dak was. They couldn't help but comment on how the boss of the dungeon, the Jailer, would have a field day with him. "Can you imagine how much fun he'll have with this little one?" one of them chuckled.

Dak trembled in fear as he listened to their perverted conversation. He had heard rumors of the Jailer's debauched behavior, and the guards' words only confirmed his worst fears. The Jailer was known for sexually dominating his prisoners, especially those who looked delicate and small. Dak knew he fit that description perfectly.

When they finally reached the dungeon, the guards threw Dak into a small cell and left him there. Dak sat on the cold stone floor, shivering with fear. He couldn't believe he had been caught, and he couldn't imagine what horrors lay ahead for him.

As he sat there, he noticed a powerful and pungent musk emanating from somewhere nearby. It was overwhelming, but strangely, Dak found himself drawn to it. He had always secretly loved musk, and the smell was so strong that it was impossible to ignore.

Dak closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, letting the musk fill his senses. He was transported back to a time when he was younger and still learning about his own desires.

He remembered sneaking into a knight's quarters, stealing his undergarments and taking them back to his own room. The knight was a colossal, powerful anthropomorphic warhorse, and Dak had a crush on him. He would shamefully masturbate while huffing the potent horse stink the undergarments were drenched in. He could feel himself getting hard at the memory, and the musk surrounding him only intensified his arousal.

Dak shook his head, trying to clear the memories. He couldn't let himself get distracted, not now, not when he was at the mercy of the Jailer. But even as he tried to focus, the musk continued to beckon to him, drawing him in with its irresistible power.

Dak had heard that the Jailer rarely bathed and was very malodorous, he wondered if this was his scent he was smelling. He shuddered with both disgust and excitement at the thought of being dominated by someone so powerful and cruel.

The hours passed slowly, and Dak could hear the sounds of other prisoners being tortured and humiliated in nearby cells. He tried not to think about what was happening to them and instead focused on his own situation. He knew he had to find a way to escape, but he had no idea how.

As he waited for the Jailer to arrive, Dak could only imagine the perverted things the gnoll would do to him. He was scared and shy, always speaking with a stammer, and he knew that the Jailer would take great pleasure in completely dominating and controlling one such as him.

Dak could only wonder what would happen to him next. As he lay in his cell, his mind couldn't help but wander to thoughts of the Jailer. He had heard rumors of the Gnoll's cruel and perverted nature, but the thought of the Jailer's musky scent was what truly captivated Dak's mind.

As he began to imagine the Jailer's scent, the scent his body began to react. His scales flushed with heat, and his small penis began to emerge from its hiding place. As it peaked through the small slit in his body, where genitals would normally be on mammalian males, Dak's breath quickened and his heart raced. The scent of his own arousal mixed with the musky odor of the dungeon, creating a heady combination that made Dak dizzy with desire.

The sight of his own penis, small and delicate, but fully erect, only fueled Dak's desire further. As it finally slipped free from the tight pocket it revealed a pink tapered shaft covered in small ridges and bumps. It was already slick with pre-cum, as Dak had been secreting the slick lubricant before it had even emerged from his his body. The clear liquid tasted salty and musky on his tongue as he licked it off his fingers. He couldn't help but imagine the Jailer's reaction to his arousal, how he might use it against him. Dak felt a mix of fear and excitement at the thought, his body trembling with anticipation.

The smell of his own musk filled the small cell, mixing with the pungent odor of the dungeon. It was a heady scent, both musky and sweet, and it made Dak feel dizzy with desire. He longed for the Jailer to come and take him, to use him for his own pleasure. Dak knew that the Jailer was cruel and perverted, but the thought only made him more aroused. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be completely dominated and controlled by the Jailer, to be at his mercy.

As the sound of footsteps echoed down the dungeon hallway, Dak's heart raced with anticipation. He knew that the guards were coming to take him to the Jailer, and he couldn't wait to see what the Gnoll had in store for him. His body trembled with excitement as he waited for the door to open, his penis still fully erect and slick with pre-cum. Dak was ready for whatever the Jailer had planned, his body and mind both consumed by desire.

Dak lay on his small, uncomfortable prison cot, his body shivering with anticipation as he waited for the guards to come and take him to the Jailer. His small penis was still slick with pre-cum, throbbing with excitement. As the cell door opened, the guards stepped in and immediately noticed Dak's erect member.

"Look at him," one of the guards snickered, "he's so small and pathetic, but he's already hard as a rock!"

The other guard laughed, "Yeah, the Jailer's stink always gets 'em going. I bet he'll love playing with this one."

Dak felt his face flush with embarrassment as the guards teased him and made fun of him. He knew what was coming next and couldn't wait for it. The guards led him out of the cell and down a dark hallway to the Jailer's room.

As they approached the door, Dak could smell the pungent musk emanating from the room. The guards pushed him inside and shut the door behind him. Dak was alone with the Jailer.

The large male Gnoll stood there naked, towering over little Dak with his hulking muscular form. His unkempt fur was coarse to the touch and thickly matted in places, with flecks of dirt and grime clinging to it. The smell of sweat and musk emanated from his body, creating a pungent aroma that filled the air around him.

His massive cock and heavy balls swung between his legs, covered in a layer of wiry fur, looking rough and prickly to the touch. Dak's eyes immediately wandered and fixated to the Jailer's groin, noticing he was already very aroused. The gnarled flesh of his knot bulged at the base of his shaft, promising a tight fit for any recipient, willing or not.

The brawny Gnoll's cock was swollen, throbbing and pulsing with desire, the heavy scent of his musk growing stronger with every passing moment. His balls hung low and heavy, filled with his potent seed, begging to be released. Dak realized that the Jailer was a creature of raw, primal desire, a beast that takes what it wants without hesitation or regret.

The Jailer laughed menacingly. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A little kobold thief who's gotten himself caught," he sneered, his pungent musk filling the room.

Dak's voice trembled as he stuttered out a response. "Y-yes sir, I'm sorry sir. I won't do it again sir," he said meekly.

The Jailer grinned, his eyes glinting with delight. "Oh, I know you won't, little one. Because from now on, you belong to me," he growled, his voice low and menacing.

The Jailer peered down closer at the puny kobold in front of him, noticing his meager, but throbbing length.

"Well, well, well," the Jailer growled, "what do we have here?" He repeated in amusement, "A little kobold thief who can't control himself around my scent."

Dak stammered, unable to speak as the Jailer stepped closer, running his massive paw over Dak's small body. Dak could feel his penis twitching with excitement as the Jailer's musky scent filled his nostrils.

Dak trembled with fear and arousal at the same time. He knew he shouldn't like the way the Jailer smelled, or the way his large, muscled body looked, but he couldn't help it. He was drawn to the gnoll's dominance and power.

The Jailer approached Dak slowly, his hand running down the kobold's scaly arm. "You like the way I smell, don't you? You want to get closer, to sniff me all over?" he taunted. The Jailer smirked knowingly. The ones like Dak could never resist his scent.

Dak blushed deeply, his stutter growing worse. "N-n-no sir, I-I don't like it. I hate it," he lied.

The Jailer chuckled darkly. "Oh, I think you do like it. I think you like it a lot," he said, his hand now on Dak's waist, pulling him close.

Dak whimpered, his body betraying him as he felt he large bead of pre slip out from his quivering length. The Jailer noticed and grinned even wider. "See? I knew it. You're just a little slut, aren't you?" he said, his voice full of contempt.

Dak hung his head in shame, knowing the Jailer was right. He was a shameful little creature who craved the Jailer's scent, the Jailer's touch.

The Jailer leaned in close to Dak's ear and whispered, "I'm going to enjoy breaking you, little one. You're mine now."

Dak moaned as the Jailer's rough hands explored his body, teasing his sensitive spots and bringing him to the brink of ecstasy. He knew that he was completely under the Jailer's control, and he couldn't wait to see what the Jailer had in store for him next.

The Jailer took Dak's face in his hands and lifted it up so he could look into Dak's eyes. "Now, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to masturbate you while I talk about all the dirty shameful things we'll be making you grow to love while you're here with us. And you're going to enjoy it, aren't you?" he said, his voice dripping with accusation.

Dak tried to resist, to protest, but his body was already betraying him. He knew he wanted this, despite how wrong it was.

The Jailer chuckled again as he began stroking Dak's cock. "I bet you'll like wearing diapers, won't you? I can tell you like feeling helpless and vulnerable," he said, his voice taunting.

As the Jailer's words echoed in his head, Dak's heart began to race. He had heard about the Jailer's perverted proclivity to diaper his prisoners, and it made him feel uneasy. He couldn't remember where he heard it, but he was sure it was gossip from the bars.

Dak tried to push the thought out of his head as the Jailer continued to stroke him, his words becoming more and more enticing. He could feel himself getting harder and harder, his body traitorously revealing his desire.

The Jailer's words about diapers echoed in his head again, and Dak couldn't help but wonder what it would be like. He tried to resist the idea, but the thought of being helpless and vulnerable made him shiver with anticipation.

Dak's mind raced as the Jailer's hand moved faster and faster. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying this, but he couldn't help it. The Jailer was too good at what he did, and Dak was defenseless to resist.

As Dak moaned in pleasure, he couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and humiliation. He was betraying himself, his pride, and his freedom, all for the sake of pleasure.

But as the Jailer's grip tightened, and Dak felt himself reaching the edge, all he could think about was the Jailer's words about diapers. He knew that he was in too deep now, that he had given himself over too completely to the Jailer's control. The pleasured little kobold couldn't help but wonder what other perverse gratifications the Jailer had in store for him.

Dak moaned softly as the Jailer's hand worked its magic. "Y-yes sir, I will like wearing them...," he whispered, his eyes closing in pleasure.

The Jailer grinned and leaned in close to Dak's ear. "And you like being peed on, don't you? You like feeling dirty and degraded," he said, his hot breath sending shivers down Dak's spine.

Dak gasped as the Jailer's hand moved faster, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. "Y-yes sir, please," he begged, his voice full of need.

The Jailer chuckled darkly and slowed down his pace. "Not yet, little one. You have to swear something to me something first," he said, his voice full of promise.

Dak looked up at the Jailer, his eyes pleading. "W-what do you want me to swear?" he asked, his body trembling with anticipation.

The Jailer grinned wickedly, his hand continuing to move. Dak's body began to shake uncontrollably, his moans becoming louder and more desperate. The Jailer leaned in close to Dak's ear and whispered, "If you want to cum, you have to swear to be my pet forever. You'll be all mine, to do with as I please." Dak's eyes widened in fear and desire, his body writhing as the Jailer's hand quickened its pace.

"I-I can't," Dak stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't be yours forever. I have a life, a family..."

The Jailer chuckled darkly. "You won't have a life or a family anymore, Dak. You'll be all mine. And you know you want it. You want to be my little plaything forever, don't you?"

Dak moaned in response, his body betraying his words as he drew closer and closer to orgasm. The Jailer continued to stroke him, his words becoming more urgent and insistent. "Promise me, Dak. Swear that you'll be my pet forever."

Dak could feel his smooth scaled belly tighten, and he knew that his orgasm was going to be intense as his resolve crumbled away, his body arching as he cried out in pleasure. "I swear," he gasped, tears streaming down his face as he began to cum harder than he could ever remember.

As Dak's body was overtaken by the waves of pleasure, he felt himself spasm uncontrollably. His slippery kobold cock was throbbing, the sensation almost too much to bear as the Jailer's paw continued to stroke him.

The shame and humiliation he felt at giving in to the Jailer's demands only added to the intensity of his orgasm. He tried to fight the pleasure, tried to hold back, but it was no use. The Jailer's paw felt like heaven on his sensitive member, and all Dak could do was surrender to the sensation.

With a guttural groan, Dak's body convulsed as he came hard. He could feel the hot spray of his cum as it shot out of him, coating his chest and belly, as well as the Jailer's paw. It was a sizable load, and Dak couldn't help but feel embarrassed at how much he had cum.

His member continued to pulse and throb, the sensation almost unbearable as the last drops of seed dribbled out of him. The Jailer continued to stroke him through his orgasm, until Dak was spent and panting on the cold stone floor. Dak could feel the Jailer's paw withdraw, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable. He wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear, but he couldn't move.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Dak was left feeling drained and exhausted. The shame and humiliation he felt at what he had just promised washed over him like a tidal wave, and he knew that he was going to regret this for a long time to come.

As Dak lay there, his body still shaking, his mind was filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions. He knew what he had just promised was wrong, but the pleasure he had just experienced was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He felt dirty and ashamed, but also strangely satisfied. He knew that he had just given himself over to the Jailer completely, and that there was no going back.

With his body exhausted and his mind clouded with lust, Dak could only submit to the Jailer's demands. The Gnoll had broken him down completely, and now Dak knew that he belonged to the Jailer now.

Dak looked up at the Jailer, his eyes full of fear and desire. The Jailer looked down at him with a mix of triumph and possessiveness, his hand still resting on Dak's spent body. In that moment, Dak knew that he was the Jailer's possession, his little kobold slut, and that he would do anything to please him.

As the Jailer withdrew his hand, he looked down at Dak with a satisfied grin. "Good boy," he rumbled. "You belong to me now."

Dak's scales flushed hotly at the praise as he nodded weakly, unable to form words. He was completely lost in the Jailer's dominance, unable to resist his every command.

"Now get up," the Jailer ordered. "I have plans for you."

Dak obeyed, still feeling weak and dizzy. He stumbled as he tried to stand, but the Jailer caught him by the arm and steadied him.

"You're going to be my little pet," the Jailer continued, his voice hot with lust. "You'll do everything I tell you to, won't you?"

Dak nodded again, his eyes fixed on the Jailer's muscular body. He knew that he was completely under the Jailer's control, and he couldn't imagine ever leaving his side.

The Jailer grinned, pleased with Dak's submission. "Good," he said. "You'll be with me always, and I'll take care of you."

With that, the Jailer pulled Dak into his arms and kissed him deeply. Dak moaned in pleasure as the Jailer's tongue explored his mouth, knowing that he had truly given himself over to the Jailer's control.

As the Jailer broke the kiss, he stepped back to admire Dak's flushed and panting form. "Such a good pet," he murmured, running a paw over Dak's bare chest. "Such a pretty pet... You've pleased me greatly, but it's my turn now."

Dak's eyes widened as he looked down at the Jailer's impressive length. It was easily four times the size of his own minuscule kobold member, and Dak couldn't help but feel a little worried about what was to come.

But he was determined to be a good pet for the Jailer, to please him in every way he could. So, he nodded again, his heart pounding in his chest.

The Jailer grinned, taking Dak's hand and leading him towards the bed. "Lie down," he instructed, and Dak did as he was told, his body trembling with anticipation.

He climbed onto the bed, straddling Dak's hips as he leaned down to capture his maw once more. Dak moaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over the Jailer's muscular back as he submitted to his every touch.

But even as pleasure flooded his body, Dak couldn't shake the nagging feeling of apprehension in the back of his mind. He knew what was coming next, and he wasn't sure he was ready for it.

The Jailer seemed to sense his hesitation, pulling back from the kiss to study Dak's face. "Don't worry, pet," he said, stroking Dak's cheek with a paw. "I'll be gentle with you as a reward for your obedience."

Dak nodded, taking a deep breath as the Jailer positioned himself at his entrance. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for what was to come, knowing that he was about to give himself over to the Jailer forever.