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The day was long and the temperature was approaching triple digits at the university, despite summer having transitioned into autumn. Regardless, numerous individuals were seen scattered around the various outdoor areas of the college's athletic center. Many were practicing on the basketball courts while others enjoyed tennis, meditation, martial arts practice, or whatever brought them to the expansive open area. At track and field, numerous anthros and digimon populated the area, many practicing for events in the college team, others utilizing the grounds for merely personal use, and others mere spectators of loved ones, family, friends, or random citizens who enjoy watching others push themselves to the limit of physical capabilities.

Among the myriad individuals bracing the scorching sun was a young freshman flamedramon who's been running laps on the track for the better part of an hour. Unlike most flamedramon with the basic patterns of bright blue and white, this young man's body was covered in a dark jade coloration with a light cream color stretching from his chin down his chest and belly to ending between his legs. Contrasting this were his eyes which were a deep violet that almost glowed. His figure had an athletic build with some good muscular definition, but was fairly slender for someone of his ilk and relatively short at only 5'6". At the moment, he wore a gold tank top with a red flame on the front and a pair of blue athletic shorts with leggings that barely reached halfway down his thighs.

After the green digimon rounded the latest turn, his Fitbit started beeping, indicating the end of his practice run. He stopped and bent forward, panting heavily and sweating profusely, his shirt and shorts drenched in perspiration. He took a moment to catch his breath while remaining hunched over, then checked his Fitbit to determine how far he'd managed to jog. Within an hour, he'd jogged just over 15 kilometers, garnering a smile while he continued to breathe heavily from exhaustion. After a minute, he managed to regain his composure and steady his breathing enough to stand up and walk off the track, leaving it for those still jogging or walking. He picked up a nearby towel and water bottle he'd brought along, taking a long swig from the bottle to rehydrate. He spotted a cheetah standing in the grass between the track and the main facilities conversing with a guilmon and a filmon and walked towards them.

The cheetah spotted the green flamedramon and gave a head nod in his direction. "Hey, Elliott." The other two turned their attention to the approaching digimon.

The green dragon gave a light wave to the trio. "Hey, guys." His voice was somewhat higher pitched than average and his tone was soft and reserved, underlying a sense of shyness.

"Damn, Elliott! You look like you joined the swim team," the filmon claimed with a smile.

Elliott chuckled nervously. "Yeah, the heat always gets to me. Think I'm gonna go take a shower before I head home."

"All right," the guilmon added. "I myself am gonna head home and ice down my joints. Think I overdid it today."

"Yeah, I gotta get home and study," the cheetah said. "Can't believe I already have a test tomorrow."

Elliott nodded and gave another light wave to the three. "All right. See you guys at the track meet on Monday."

"See ya," was the response he got from all three before he turned and made his way back to the main building.

He headed towards the locker room, dropping off his sweat-soaked towel into a hamper and picking up a clean one before heading in. The room was populated with various males of different species of anthro and digimon and the ripe aroma of sweaty men after an intensive workout radiated throughout the enclosure. The smell and sight of tall, muscular men within the confined space made Elliott blush and his body heat rise. As he walked over to his locker, peering at the men in various states of dress, his mind was flooded with amorous thoughts that sent butterflies to his stomach. As he looked around, he imagined himself going up to one or all of the occupants in the room and asking them out on a date or a simple one night stand of sexual pleasures. But he knew it would never happen as all his life he displayed a persona of timidness and introversion that's kept him from being intimate with someone.

He reached his locker and opened it, pulling out his gym bag and setting it on the bench. He tried to calm his mind to avoid getting aroused from the stimulating sensations so he could comfortably undress without embarrassing himself in front of total strangers. He managed to do so and removed his soaked tank top and shorts, leaving him in a pair of white briefs that were just as drenched. Elliott kept himself from looking around too much to avoid making eye contact with anyone, but he was able to deduce that a few people seemed to be checking him out as he undressed. Reluctant to completely reveal himself to anyone watching, he removed his underwear, leaving him bare for all to see. As a dragon digimon, he had a tight pucker hidden under his thick, draconian tail and between his gluts, but on his crotch was a tight, reptilian genital slit and a small bulge resting underneath, indicating the presence of the male's internal testicles. Elliott felt a bit of shame towards his slit as the size was relatively small for a flamedramon and earned him some teasing throughout his life. This external feature contrasted with the contents of the internal compartment, housing what Elliott knew was a sizable draconic penis that, due to lifelong ridicule and a reserved nature, he hasn't had the chance to share with anyone.

Though he wasn't the only nude male in the locker room, he still felt on display in this state and preferred not to garner any attention. It seemed, though, that anyone who was interested before had turned their attention away, leaving Elliott free to make his way to the showers without being leered at. Though the green dragon shied away from thirsty eyes, he was able to ignore his insecurities for a lusty opportunity. He grabbed his clean towel and entered the showers, a large room of interconnected faucets shared by all who wish for a quick cleanse. He hung his towel up on a rack on the wall and stepped over to a shower head about halfway from the entrance and turned on the water. He let the cascade soak his smooth skin, rinsing away the salty perspiration covering him from head to toe. He ran his hands over his head, his neck, his chest, his belly, and between his legs, cleansing his body of the day's emissions.

Elliott kept his eyes low while he rinsed off, a little because his timid nature made him nervous about making eye contact, but mainly so he could be discrete while he surveyed the shower area to scan for hot, muscular eye candy. He felt blessed being able to share the shower with such lush, virile males that he could spy on. Even though he knew nothing would ever come of it, he loved picturing himself in kinky situations with all the different men he caught naked within eye shot. He spotted different anthros and digimon from different athletic backgrounds: basketball, football, tennis, running, martial arts, weights, or some cross-fitness. He caught sight of tigers, lynxes, wolves, growlmons, aquilamons, even a wargreymon at the far end, tall as a tree, nude as the day he was born, and sporting an uncut cock that even flaccid hung almost a foot low with a set of yellow-skinned testicles that could house a couple ripe grapefruit. He saw a couple with their sheaths exposed, a few more bulging lips announcing the presence of a large slit. They were all fit with toned bodies with the bigger men exhibiting large muscles. For the anthros and digimon with fur or feathers, their muscular figure became more pronounced for all to see.

Elliott felt his body heat rise, particularly in his crotch where the slit interior was becoming more tight and crowded the more he ogled naked males. He felt the pressure building on his pressed lips that soon his slowly hardening member would be visible itself. As the blood rushed to his cock and cheeks, he decided to exit the showers, turning off the water, grabbing his towel, and rapidly departing the area. He made his way back to the bench, grabbing his stuff out of the locker again, quickly throwing on his clothes. As he pulled out a clean pair of underwear and a pair of blue jeans with a red shirt emblazoned with a yellow flame on the fringes, he couldn't help but continue glancing at the masculine erection fuel populating the locker room. Some fully clothed, some missing shirts and pants, and some completely nude. Lions, leomons, bulls, horses, vajiramons, indaramons, and even an exveemon. The blue digimon was massive, huge muscles, a bit of a gut, and butt naked with an enormous cock hanging out limp from a deep slit. The young, green twink couldn't handle the raw manliness, his cock peaking out and pressing against his pants, so he hurried out of the locker room towards home.

Elliott's boner had dissipated by the time he returned to his dorm room, but his balls were aching for release nonetheless. As he opened the door, he came face to face with his roommate, a tall, muscular doberman who also happened to be on the track team.

"Oh, hey Elliott," the dog said, standing a good foot taller than the digimon.

"H- hey Rob," the green dragon replied. He noticed Rob reaching for the door handle. "You heading out for a while?"

"Yeah. Got a date with a sexy husky bitch I met in math. Probably be home late tonight, so we'll have to catch up later."

"Uh, yeah. OK."

"Or just wait for Monday. Whatever. I'll see ya later. Excuse me." Elliott stepped aside to let the dog out. Elliott watched as his roommate walked away, the definition of his tight backside showing through the fabric of his slacks. The flamedramon had pictured himself with the canine on many occasions, but tried not to think about them when they were together. The images coming to mind at the moment were making him eager for release, so he shut the door hastily and hurried to the bedroom.

Once inside, he closed the door and reached under the bed for a small black bag. He unzipped it and quickly pulled out a 12 inch long horse-shaped dildo at a good 2 and a half inches thick. He also pulled out a bottle of lube and tossed the bag aside. He dropped the toy and lube on the bed, grabbing his laptop from a drawer and rapidly opening it, turning it on, and scrolling through it to find a specific video. He found it quickly and placed the laptop on the bed next to his pillow, the video opened and paused. He then undressed, tossing aside his shirt and dropping both his pants and his underwear on the floor.

As the moment of sexual release grew closer, the anticipation of it grew as well, his groin heating up with sensual elation. His slit once again became tight and crowded as his dick began to engorge with blood and began poking at the genital orifice. Elliott didn't waste any time, climbing into bed, grabbing the dildo as he lay on his side, and pressing play on the video to begin the visual stimulation. The video that played was one of Elliott's favorite pornos. It shows a skinny fox bound to a bondage table, his torso flat on a padded surface with his legs stretched out and cuffed to the legs of the table. His arms are strapped to the sides with his face hanging off the edge, thick ball gag in his muzzle, blindfolded, and leather straps connecting his tail to a thick collar. His sheath was in plain view and trapped in a small chastity cage with only a small hole in the center and the base attached to a rubber ring around his balls.

He is surrounded by anthros and digimon while the leader of the group is a male renamon. The porno plays out a kidnapped rape scenario where the renamon flogs the fox repeatedly with each strike hard enough to leave red marks, but not hard enough to actually slice the skin. The fox howls in pain and struggles against his restraints, but is helpless to escape. Once the renamon is satisfied that his victim is properly beaten, the other anthros and digimon take turns raping the fox's ass, each taking long, hard thrusts that bury their dicks waist deep into the vulpine's bowels. The video is quite long, more than enough time for Elliott to take advantage to bring about his own perverted satisfaction.

As the video played, Elliott toyed with his slit, running his fingers along the narrow cut in his groin, eliciting jolts of pleasure that caused him to moan and shudder. He quickly plunged three fingers inside the warm cavity, toying with the rapidly growing pole inside. The tip poked out, the cooler air sending shivers through his groin and making him shudder again. His cock slid out, wet and slick, growing to full erection, his hand gently caressing the fleshy member as it stiffened up. Now fully hard, Elliott saw what no one had yet gotten the chance to see, his large draconic penis, 12 inches long and stretching out his small slit. The glans had a pointed tip and the shaft had several concurrent ridges along the sides with a deep bulge along the underside. The shaft thickened out from the head and began to shrink as it reached the base before opening to a knot. The whole thing was colored like pink flesh with jade green stripes encircling the shaft.

Elliott grabbed the dildo in one hand and the lube in the other, popping off the top and pouring a generous helping on the length of the silicon toy. He capped the lube and tossed it aside, slickening up the length with both hands. Now glistening, he grabbed his own thick, meaty pole, hand coated with lube, as he prepared the dildo, pulling his legs in slightly and pulling his tail back to allow access to his tight hole. The young, green dragon digimon felt his stomach fluttering as he carried the thick, silicon toy and pointed it at his rear end. The sounds of a flog striking a furry back and the muffled screams of a trapped fox were audible to the horny dragon, making him flex his cock which began dripping pre. He held the head of the dildo against his pucker, the cold lube igniting erotic sensations in the sensitive skin. He quickly pressed the head against it, forcing it open wider and wider, his tight bud began to burn as the horse-shaped head penetrated the draconian sphincter, sliding it deeper and deeper, carrying with it the rest of the shaft. As the toy delved deeper into the flamedramon's colon, his tailhole opened wider and wider as the shaft thickened. The green digimon burned with lust and euphoria as his ass was stretched further and further apart until the base of the dildo pressed up against his petite buttcheeks. Elliott paused, allowing his violated anus a moment to adapt to the pressure being exerted on it. His stomach felt full, his libido being tested by the thick object inside his intestines pressing against his prostate.

Elliott watched the video as a youthful husky stepped behind the bound, helpless fox, ready to violate him with his 10 inch, already knotted cock. As the dog pressed his tip up against the vulpine's back door, the flamedramon slowly pulled part of the dildo in his ass out, his sphincter relaxing a little as the pain subsided, before jamming it back in just as slowly, reigniting the euphoric burn. As he sodomized his own backside, he began stroking himself, running his slick paw up and down his own shaft slowly, the residual lube coating his dick causing a sensual tingling that made the young digimon quiver.

As he built up a slow, methodical rhythm, he watched more of the fox being pounded in the ass while the male renamon removed the fox's gag and replaced it with renamon cock. Elliott's mind soon replaced the fox with a young, jade green, lithe flamedramon, legs and arms tautly secured, cock not erect but trapped behind a piece of metal preventing his member from being exposed to the open air. In his mind, the husky and renamon were replaced with the exveemon and wargreymon he'd seen earlier, their thick poles invading his insides, ballooning out his intestines. He gagged on wargreymon cock, his ass so tight that the exveemon had to apply excessive pressure to split his ass open causing intense pain in his rear. The green dragon moaned quietly, continuing to slide the toy in and out of his butt, eliciting pangs of intense pleasure from the sensitive region. His other hand molested the entire length of his rod, gently sliding from tip to base and squeezing the head once he reached it again, torturing himself with a slow build-up. It didn't take long, though, as the teasing he received from the various hunks in the locker room instituted a desperate need for release and thus his approaching orgasm took little acquiescence.

"You're a subby little bitch, aren't you," came the renamon voice from the porno.

The flamedramon groaned, the tingling in his crotch growing more intense. "I'm a bad little, boy," he said through strained breaths. "I'm a naughty little sub... a worthless, subby bitch." He shoved the dildo hard into his ass, the sensation causing him to jerk with overwhelming lust. He continued to sodomize and stroke himself. "I'm a worthless sub who needs to be punished." The pumping of the dildo and stroke of his cock sped up a little as his climax was approaching quickly. "Please-" he clenched his teeth and squinted as vehement pleasure overtook him. "Please, punish me, Master!"

He took out as much silicone phallus as he could before reinserting into his rectum, matching the pumping of his digimon penis. His groin tingled, he knew he wouldn't last long, but he wanted to delay release as long as he could. Soon, the image of his roommate Rob replaced the wargreymon in front of him and he saw himself sucking off a smiling doberman. The image drove him over the edge and Elliott felt his urethra engorge with thick man milk. He grit his teeth and squinched his eyes, jamming the thick dildo inside him and stretching his anus out to its widest. He tortured his dick, squeezing the base and sensually massaging the head as he felt his essence creep up towards the exit. He shuddered in bed, his force of will to stave off flexing strong and resolute, but would eventually break. His penis began leaking semen, the creamy liquid seeping out and spilling onto the young dragon's bed. One long second and then another, a thick stream of male seed oozing from his urethral opening, the sensational tingling reaching a crescendo that will break the digimon.

"Please... please, punish me, Master."

His strength failed him and he finally relented, flexing his cock and shooting a thick, chunky shot of flamedramon ejaculate straight into the wall and leaving a streak along the blanket on his bed. He fired another shot from his cock, each shot tingling with sexual ardor as it sped through his sensitive penile tube. He tensed up, his toes curling and he legs straightening out, his ass clenching on the invasive toy, causing further pain and enhancing the orgasmic experience. Another shot and another, the dragon digimon crying out in moans of passion, milking himself by squeezing his penis hard from base to tip, coaxing out every ounce of his ejaculate.

Elliott didn't know how long his climax lasted, but felt like a good minute and a half, his cock no longer firing long streams with intense pressure, but oozing out leftovers still trapped within the fleshy male organ. He continued pumping, trying to get what felt like trapped sperm, barely able to coax it out. With his balls vacated and his body thoroughly drained of energy, the green flamedramon relaxed, letting himself flop down onto his sides, breathing heavily as his heart raced and his ass burned. He rested for several minutes, enjoying the afterglow of such an intense self-pleasure session.

"Drink it all, fox whore!" came a voice from Elliott's porno.

He paused the video, which was close to ending, but as the moment of respite from sexual tension passed, Elliott began to feel empty, though not in the way he had hoped. Though he found the engagement satisfying, the action reminded him that he wasn't able to share such activities with someone else. He enjoyed imagining himself in kinky situations, being dominated, being abused and subjugated, but his shy nature and reserved social abilities made it difficult for him to put himself out there for someone to recognize.

As he stared at the paused porno, wishing he could be the fox, basking in the smell and physical sensations of sex, he felt he needed to at least try and move past his shy tendencies and attempt to find more satisfaction than self-pleasure. He needed someone to engage in actual sex with who hopefully would be into the same things he was. He wanted to try bondage, chastity, dom/sub relationships, gags, even flogging, maybe, and he wasn't going to find it watching porno and shoving dildos up his ass.

Finding resolution, he pulled out his toy and cleaned up the mess he made, figuring he should probably get in a proper shower so his roommate didn't detect the smell of sexual gratification. Once he and his bed were clean, he got back on his laptop, this time with a purpose: to find someone to share a bed with, to enjoy the same fetishes together, to possibly grow into a more serious relationship. Elliott had ideas of how to go about it, but he figured he might start out easy, joining a site where men can meet other men and socialize or discuss particular adult hobbies and maybe even meet in person to live out those hobbies: Bindr. Elliott became excited just thinking of the possibilities. He got to work creating his profile, explaining his past, his hobbies, his desires, and his fantasies. His heart beat furiously with embarrassment, but he smiled as he blushed while allowing himself to be open to total strangers. His outlook was full of hope.

A couple weeks had passed since Elliott decided to try being more extroverted, although he still felt unsure of himself in that regard. He'd gotten replies from multiple people, most of whom had questions to ask or simply wished him luck, but one person had responded and took him up on his offer to serve as someone's sub. He called himself Poundin' Stallion and Elliott was excited, messaging the person back and forth, day after day, exchanging personal details, physical details, interests, kinks, even roleplaying several times. The stranger's profile pic showcased a buff horse with his thumbs on the waistband of his underwear ready to remove them. Elliott's profile pic was simply his face with a hesitant smile. Eventually, they agreed to meet up near the digimon's school, causing Elliott to panic with excitement. After a lifetime of reticence and self-doubt, he was finally going to enjoy the company of a man with similar interests. He couldn't wait.

It was Saturday and practice ended early for the green dragon. He wore a shirt he didn't mind having ripped up, an old gray t-shirt with a silhouette of an exveemon on the front with the caption "I left my evolved form at home." He wore loose-fitting athletic shorts that he also didn't mind getting ripped and underneath a white jockstrap for easy access to his back door. He took the bus out to a street a couple miles from his school near a small outdoor shopping center with various small restaurants, health businesses, and a small parking lot. He checked the cross streets and confirmed he was in the right place, smiling gleefully before spotting a bench and having a seat, waiting for his equine daddy.

He arrived early and decided to pull out his phone and let his future dom know that he'd arrived and was waiting for him. He didn't receive a reply, figuring he was driving and didn't want to get distracted, so for the moment he sat back and waited for his sexual fantasies to become reality. He went through some old posts while the two were getting to know each other, Elliott describing the situations he wanted to find himself in while Poundin' Stallion described how he would dominate the young flamey. Elliott got hard just thinking about the things they talked about, the green dragon tied up on a cross, ass exposed, dildo gag shoved in his muzzle, blindfolded, and getting spanked with a thick, pine paddle. Poundin' Stallion loved calling him a little slut, a bitch sub, his subby pet, his subby toy, things like that, talking about wrecking his asshole, turning his mouth into a cum dump, things that got the flamedramon's libido charged.

The time came around eventually that the two agreed to meet, but he hadn't arrived yet, so Elliott checked the site, but he hadn't mentioned anything about coming late, though he wasn't worried. He had no other plans, so he waited longer, watching various cars and buses drive by, wondering when one would pull into the parking lot to reveal a tall, muscular horse that would ravage his body. When a half hour had passed since they were supposed to meet, Elliott was starting to worry, checking his profile for any new messages, but nothing new. He decided to message the horse again to see if he was on his way, hoping for a quick reply. An hour passed and he got something to eat, then a second hour passed and he went to use the bathroom, and a third hour passed.

The sun was almost completely out of sight, the sky darkening to night, and Elliott had for the unknown time that day checked his profile for any new messages, but received nothing. It became clear to the green flamedramon that the horse wasn't coming, assuming he even was a horse and not simply a poser trolling hopeful virile youngsters looking for a good time. The dejected dragon sulked as he sat on the bench, his heart falling into depression. Rejection was nothing new, but it didn't make the pain any less severe. His eyes became shrink-wrapped in tears, the feeling of having his hopes raised just to be dashed for no discernible reason devastating to the poor young digimon.

Elliott, desperate to see if he missed something, went through his past messages again, thinking maybe he got the day or time wrong, but everything indicated he was right. The time, the day, and the meeting place were exactly what they agreed upon. As a tear fell down his cheek, he spotted an older message he got after less than a day on the site. The message came from an older digimon, a korikakumon who said he would be willing to take him as a sub if he weren't already in a relationship. He suggested, however, a kink club he knew of near where the flamey lived that caters to BDSM style fetishes.

The green digimon recalled the message and checking the address before, then realized the location was only a couple blocks away. In his current mental state, he figured he was too depressed to find happiness, even from the very thing he sought, but his enthusiastic plans were squandered for no reason. Elliott began to think maybe this was just what he needed to finally break him out of his introverted ways. He bit his lip, eyeing the bus stop leading back towards his dorm room and after mulling the thought over, decided he wasn't ready to give up on his fantasy. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he stood up and began the short trek toward unknown possibilities and perverse excitement.

The days were finally starting to cool down, but the air was still warm, even at night. Regardless, Elliott felt a chill down his spine as he stood in front of the club, a dark, unsuspecting building with no windows and a sign in small letters the said, "Bent and Shackled." The club took longer to get to than he thought, almost 20 minutes and he got more and more hesitant the closer he got. Now that he was here, standing in front of the main entrance, reluctance gripped him and he couldn't bring himself to walk inside. He wasn't sure he was ready, he doubted he would know anyone here, and he could barely open up to anyone as he was, never mind exposing his dark, perverse fetishes to complete strangers.

Time passed and his heart raced, but eventually he found his legs were starting to hurt and he had to make a decision; turn and go back to the bus stop or walk inside. He was sweating nervously, shaking lightly, and he felt regret at the thought of abandoning even the attempt to at least look inside. He gulped audibly and finally, after struggling with his willpower, took a step forward, then another, and another until finally he reached the front door.

He opened it and stepped inside and in a flash he was greeted with an assault on the senses he would not soon forget. There was a strong pervasive aroma of cigar and cigarette smoke, hot leather, alcohol, and of course lusty male bodies. The club was hardly a modest place with barely any patrons in normal street clothes. There seemed to be three main forms of dress: decked out in leather, bondage gear, and underwear. There were a large number of small tables capable of seating four with those occupied covered in alcoholic glasses or bottles, snack bowls, ash trays with lit cigars or cigarettes, or something kinkier. There were small groups of people with at least one dom and one sub, either of whom were easy to identify based on their state of dress. Doms had more coverings and though their attire was still fetishy, they wore things like leather pants, latex body suits, full body jumpsuits, playsuits, and the like. Subs were usually decked out in bondage gear, like harnesses, wrist and ankle cuffs, collars, leashes, and no actually clothing except for underwear. Some wore spandex, some wore cotton, polyester, or some mixture. Elliott saw one subby agumon wearing no underwear and what he thought was a buttplug. There were a few platforms spread evenly throughout the club for dancing, exhibition, or, based on the way one dom was necking with his sub, simple public displays of affection. Along the walls were several rooms for private activities, a stairwell leading upstairs to even more rooms, and a door with the word "Basement" labeled above.

The door closed behind the green dragon and the cacophony of sound that dominated the ambiance became muted as many sets of eyes turned their attention to the young flamedramon that just entered the business. Elliott froze, his eyes bulged, and his stomach turned with anxiety stronger than anything he'd felt before. The various anthros and digimon stared at him, studied him, devious smirks and leers of seductive intent focused on the fresh draconic meat. Elliott's heart palpitated wildly as he clenched his hands which were stiffly held at his side, the young flamey trying hard not to pee or run out in fear. Shortly after, the comments started flying, patrons, mostly doms but also a few subs, making their thoughts on the overdressed flamedramon known for any, including him, to hear.

"Mm, fresh meat," came a deep voice with sadistic undertones.

"Heh, lost subby," came another, more high pitched one.

"I'd like to tie him up and rip those clothes off," came another deep voice.

"Over here, boy. Let's play," came a feminine voice.

"Master, you think I can have my own sub?" came a soft, reserved voice.

Elliott began to shake, his mouth going dry, his whole body feeling violated by just the devious stares and lecherous gawking of the club patrons. He began rubbing his hands nervously, his timid nature on display for all to see, making him all the more desirable for those wishing to dominate. While he desired to leave and escape the intimidating scene, his blood began to boil with lust at the sight of all the different groups showcasing kinks he'd fantasized about. He saw a submissive guilmon on the floor wearing only a collar, a jockstrap, and a muzzle with a gag, face buried in his dominant bull's crotch covered in latex underwear, the smaller digimon nuzzling and sniffing the kinky underwear. Another sub, a raccoon, was laid out on a table naked save for a harness, several leather straps on his thighs, biceps, and forearms, ankle and wrist cuffs, and a hood with blinders and a ring gag. He was surrounded by three dominant men: a leomon, a blackwargreymon, and a rhino, all wearing latex underwear, the rhino also wearing a latex shirt, and the greymon in stockings.

Elliott's nervousness began to subside and was replaced with excitement, his lifelong fantasy closer to becoming a reality, but he didn't know where to start. He looked around, wondering if he should intrude on one of the various groups to see if someone was looking for a twinky little sub. He noticed a handful of people throughout the club by themselves, most of which looked like doms. Maybe they would accept him. He ultimately decided to ask the bartender in the back, figuring he might be able to give him some pointers on where to start, though he didn't look like the most approachable person.

Nevertheless, he wanted to at least try so he made his way over, his heart beating furiously as he walked by the club denizens, most of whom continued to ogle him. He looked to the left, watching the guilmon keep his nose buried in a bull's crotch while checking the green digimon out. Out of nowhere, Elliott felt a paw grab his thigh and begin rubbing the inside, dragging it up and cupping his crotch inside his shorts. The flamedramon stiffened up immediately, his face practically going red with embarrassment at being groped by an unknown assailant. He kept his face forward, but turned his eyes to see who the paw belonged to and it was a thin, yet imperious wolf with a sadistic grin. Elliott was tempted to stop, but still wanted a little more information, so he kept walking, the wolf dragging his paw along the dragon's thigh, his buttock, and along the thick, draconic tail.

There was someone at the bar, a weregarurumon wearing tight leather pants, a harness, a thick collar with spikes on either side, and wrist bracelets. The bartender had his back to Elliott, a tall, somewhat chonky grizzly and didn't seem too interested in the young man that entered the establishment. Elliott stepped up to the bar, wanting to get the bartender's attention, but his shyness and the stimulating environment made him reticent.

"Why don't you have a seat?" came a deep, gruff voice. Elliott looked up to his right and saw the weregarurumon in leather pants staring down at him, greasy smile on his face. He was handsome, bulky, very muscular, at least a foot taller than the flamedramon, and sported a very impressive bulge on his crotch. Elliott blushed as he stared, his groin heating up and his penis hardening within his slit. The wereG pulled the barstool next to him out a little and gave it a pat. "Sit down. Relax." He was calm, soothing, and very welcoming, but his expression and tone suggested a hidden agenda.

Elliott, still wary and uncomfortable, nevertheless felt inclined to follow the wolf digimon's suggestion, both from his own amorous inclinations and the wolf's domineering presence. He slowly and cautiously climbed onto the stool, still shaking slightly.

The wereG spoke again, the same slimy smile never leaving his muzzle. "You look nervous, my little green friend. Why don't you have something to calm your nerves?" Elliott looked up, surprised at the question, knowing he wasn't of drinking age and didn't have any ID to indicate otherwise. Before he could say anything (assuming he could), the wolf called to the bear. "Hey Chuck. Hand me a bottle of Wild Kokatorimon."

The bartender stood up from where he was and looked back at the wereG, then at Elliott, then cocked his head at the wolf with a disapproving expression. The wolf, in return, shot a glare at the bear, losing his smile and cocking an eyebrow. In response, the bear rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Whatever. I'm too tired for this and no matter what, you'll find a way." The ursine reached under the bar and pulled out a bottle of bourbon with a picture of a kokatorimon. "Good luck, kid," the bear said to Elliott as he placed the bottle on the counter top. The green dragon glanced back with a confused and worried expression, garnering a smile from the bear before he went back to what he was doing.

The wereG grabbed a shot glass he himself was using and filled it, passing the glass over to Elliott. "Go ahead. Drink."

Elliott stared at the alcohol with uncertainty. He'd tried booze in the past, mainly with friends and family, but he never tried going to a bar and getting served while underage. He hesitated before trying to explain himself to the wolf, too intimidated to look him in the eyes. "Um... y- you know- I- I'm- I-'m under-"

The wolf digimon placed a paw and the green dragon's shoulder and Elliott froze, all the blood rushing to his face for a moment with terrifying exhilaration. The wereG then leaned in, bringing his muzzle right next to the flamey's ear and commanded, "Drink." The wolf dragged the word out and put special emphasis on the ending 'k', filling Elliott with nervous elation. His crotch burned more salaciously and his growing cock started poking out of its home, expecting release soon.

Elliott was never one to swim against the current of peer pressure, so he took the glass and downed it all in one gulp. The taste made him cringe and he shuddered, making the wereG chuckle lightly before taking a swig directly from the bottle. Elliott put the glass back on the counter, letting the bitter flavor settle as the wolf poured another shotfull for the flamedramon. "Go ahead. Don't stop now." Elliott's heart wouldn't stop pounding and his nerves were firing on all cylinders, but he couldn't resist. He took the next shot, downing it in one gulp again, shuddering, cringing, but relaxing as the ethanol warmed his body. He put the glass down and again the wolf filled it up. Elliott was starting to feel a little taken advantage of, but he drank again, this time reacting less harshly to the acute taste.

He put the glass down and threw his head back, the effects of inebriation starting to kick in and the wereG chuckled at the sight. "So tell me my young friend, what are you doing in a place like this?" he asked while pouring another shot.

Elliott shook his head, the buzzed feeling making him feel less anxious and more amicable. "Well, uh... I was supposed to be meeting up with someone I met online, but they decided to leave me waiting at a shopping center for three hours."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." The wereG's smile and his tone helped underscore his lack of sincerity.

"I've never been with anyone before and he was gonna be my first, but I guess I just managed to get lured in by someone having fun making other people sad and miserable." The recollection made Elliott pause in contemplative sadness. "So, not wanting to give up on a possibly fun night, I'd heard about this place from someone else and decided to give it a try." Elliott smiled back at the wolf who nodded before lightly pushing the shot glass towards Elliott. The green dragon picked up the glass and down the bourbon, his loss of motor control and equilibrium were becoming more evident.

"So, why would someone suggest this place to you?" the wolf took another drink from the bottle and placed it on the bar.

Elliott felt weird revealing his thoughts to the digimon stranger, but the alcohol had lowered his inhibitions and saw no reason to hold back the truth. "Honestly, the guy I was supposed to meet, we met on Bindr." The wolf reacted with intrigue. Elliott leaned onto the counter staring down at the now empty shot glass. "I've always been into some really kinky shit: bondage, chastity, domination, submission, flogging, *scoff* rape." The wolf grew a wide, thirsty smirk as he listened. The bear shot the young dragon a glance before shaking his head. "I've never done any of it with anyone, but the idea of being tied down, made helpless, put at the mercy of someone else just to be abused and raped... Mm, I don't think there's anything sexier to think about than that."

Elliott couldn't believe he was spilling his guarded secrets to this weregarurumon, but he didn't mind. He knew the alcohol was lowering his guard and inhibitions and giving him the means with which to finally make his dreams come true. The wolf digimon eyed the dragon hungrily, licking his lips and smiling with sadistic glee.

"Oh, uh... I'm Elliott, by the way. What's your name?" The wolf stared the young man in the eyes before flashing him a toothy grin. Elliott's nerves fired up again, despite the alcohol, and the wereG leaned in, running a paw up along this inside of the flamedramon's thigh, snaking it inside the leg of his shorts so he could tease the dragon's groin with his claws. Elliott's eyes bulged and his mouth hung open in stunned silence.

The wolf leaned his muzzle next to Elliott's ears and whispered, "Let's go someplace private."

Embarrassment crept up on the flamey's face and his cock flexed inside the genital opening, trying hard to break free through the jockstrap. The wolf stood up and placed a paw on Elliott's side, gently nudging him off the stool. Elliott looked around, his body burning with lust, shame, and inebriation, ultimately deciding to go for it, disregarding his normally reserved attitude. The wolf led Elliott to the basement door, flashing a devilish smile at the bartender who just smiled and shook his head before going back to his business. The wolf placed a paw on the dragon's neck, gently guiding him along with minor force to compel him to move the way he wanted him to. Elliott followed his lead, excited at the prospect of being dominated, tied up, and abused, his first step on his journey toward sexual discovery.

They turned and the wolf opened the door, leading Elliott in and following behind, closing the door. Several doms watched with interest, sinister smirks directed towards the obviously inexperienced flamedarmon being led by the infamous weregarurumon. However, a few subs watched with expressions of sympathy, obvious concern for the young man.

The pair walked down a long flight of stairs until they came to a door padded on the outside. Elliott looked on with trepid anticipation as the wereG moved him aside to open the door. "Go on in," he said, gesturing inside. The green digimon stepped in and his stomach fluttered wildly at the contents. Immediately to the right was a table with various bdsm tools: gags, blinders, hoods, crops, flogs. On the wall hung various other tools, like paddles, whips, gimp suits, bitch suits, straightjackets, etc. There was a flat bondage table for tying up a person spread eagle and another similar to one in his porno with lower surfaces for laying both the forearms and shins and a cushion to rest the head. There were poles hanging from the ceiling with cuffs for suspending someone either by their wrists or their ankles, large wooden pillars, and attachment points on the walls for a variety of immobilization methods.

The wolf digimon closed the door behind them, locking the handle, the deadbolt, a sliding lock on the side, and another at the top. Elliott observed that no one was getting in and chuckled inwardly. The effects of the alcohol made him giddy at the prospects before him, though he wasn't drunk enough to still feel apprehensive about following through. The wolf digimon stepped up to him and placed his paws on his hips. "So, whadda ya think?"

"Wow! This... this is a proper sex dungeon," he giggled a little.

The wereG chuckled. "All right, lets get you restrained."

Restrained? the green digimon thought. The wolf grabbed his wrist and led him to another piece of bondage equipment, a St. Andrew's cross directly to their left. He pulled Elliott along with a certain level of force, causing the flamedramon to stumble a little. At first he felt the excitement coursing through his veins at finally living out his dream, but as he approached the contraption his reserved personality kicked in and he began having second thoughts.

"Wait, wait, hold on." As he tried pulling away from the wereG, the wolf tightened his grip on his wrist, squeezing it harshly. "Ah!" he winced in pain, grabbing the thick, beefy fingers with his free hand trying to release his trapped one. The grip was tight and unrelenting and Elliott was starting to sober up quickly. He looked into the wereG's eyes, his muscles bulging as he kept his tight hold, and a devilish smirk grew on his lips as he leered at the smaller digimon.

"What are you doing?" he asked rhetorically. "I'm giving you what you wanted."

Elliott continued to try to pull away, more and more assured he wished to avoid continuing with the wolf. "No, I- I- I don't think I'm ready."

"What are you talking about? You're a subby little bitch. Of course you're ready." The demeaning language he used made the dragon's uplifted spirit sink back down, this time from fear instead of depression.

"No... look... I just wanna go."

"Hm... you said you always wanted to be raped." Elliott's eyes bulged, knowing he didn't actually say that specifically, but it didn't seem to matter to the weregarurumon currently keeping him from leaving. He leaned forward, bringing his nose right next to the young flamedramon's, wolf whiskers touching his skin and the stink of his alcohol-laden breath offending his sense of smell. "Why don't we make that a reality?"

Elliott shook in terror before the wolf started walking towards the cross again, dragging the flamedramon along with him. The dragon tried to pull, to plant his feet, but his opponent was just a massive bulk of muscle. "No, no, please, no!" The wolf lifted his arm up, pulling him off the ground, and clasped the cuff in the upper corner of one plank to Elliott's left wrist. The young digimon tried to grab it with his free hand to release himself, but the wolf immediately grabbed his right hand and cuffed it to the upper corner of the opposite plank leaving him dangling. "No! No! Please, let me go!" The wereG seemed only happy to hear the green dragon's pleas, continuing to grin and flash his sharp, canine teeth. Elliott's heart beat furiously and his breathing became ragged, hardly noticing any inebriating effects. With the wolf not willing to comply with his wishes, he tried something else. "Help! Somebody help me! Anybody! help!"

"Go ahead and shout all you want. This room is soundproof."

Elliott went silent, tears forming in his eyes. "No, no, no."

"Yes, yes, yes." Elliott felt the dominant male grab his shirt and effortlessly rip it up, pulling it away and exposing his naked torso. He wore the shirt because he didn't mind it getting ripped, but that objection had been renewed. The wolf discarded the useless cloth and ran his fingers softly against the jade-colored skin. "Mm, clean and unmarked. A nice virgin body for me to spoil. Perfect." The flamedramon began to sob, the tears coming easily and falling down his cheeks, his breathing becoming labored.

The wolf violently pulled off his shoes before grabbing his shorts by the waistline. "No, no!" but the larger digimon showed no mercy and violently yanked his pants off, exposing his petite butt to the wolf. He tried curling his tail down to hide it, but the garurumon gripped it hard and pulled it up viciously, a sharp pain coursing through Elliott's hips. "Aaah!" he cried.

"Keep that tail up, slut, or I'll give you something real to cry about." There was fury in his voice that pierced the flamedramon's soul and killed his will to resist. Terror gripped him and he kept his tail raised so his new dom could survey his naked backside. He grabbed both cheeks, causing Elliott to shudder with shame, partly due to having a frightening stranger gripping his buttocks, partly due to the fact that the sensation was erotically stimulating and he felt his cock getting hard once again. "Mm, nice and soft and readily available for me to use. That's thinkin' ahead."

The garurumon gave his ass a moderate smack that caused Elliott to squeak before the wolf grabbed his left ankle and pulled it down, cuffing it to the lower corner of one plank and then repeating the process with the other. The young, green, draconic digimon was now fully bound to the cross, his arms and legs spread outward with his chest and belly resting against a small, padded surface, his head leaning over the top with his crotch hanging down just below. He was immobile and helpless, exactly where he'd always wanted to be, his dream come to life, and yet it wasn't anything like what he'd always pictured. The intense fear of losing control, left in the hands of a merciless dom, his own choices and wishes ignored, his body primed for intense abuse. His fantasy of rape was coming true, but now that the reality of the situation was coming clear, he never wanted to escape that fantasy more than he did now.

He tried to move, but the restraints were taut and secure and he continued to sob in response, shutting his eyes in the hopes it was all just a nightmare, but the cold air of the dungeon reminded him he was stuck with the abusive wolf digimon and wasn't going anywhere. "I love breaking in new subs." Elliott turned to watch the wereG as he spoke, more tears running down his cheeks as he whimpered softly. "The screams, the sobs, the sense of fear, and of course," he paused as he grabbed a large oak paddle hanging on the wall, "the loud smack of heavy wood meeting a nice set of tender ass cheeks." Elliott's heart almost burst from his chest, gripped by trepidation at the sight of the large wooden paddle.

The wolf smiled sadistically as he lightly swung the oak plank back and forth for the dragon to see, sweat seeping from his brow as his labored breathing became more rapid. He spent his life imagining getting spanked with a large paddle, now he wanted to run in terror from it. The garurumon stepped up to Elliott and gripped the handle tightly, holding it behind the flamedramon's rump, his tail lagging downward. The wereG grinned, licking his lips with lascivious malice at the young man's terror, Elliott shivering with apprehensiveness at what's to come. "Please, don't do this." His voice was soft, almost a whimper. Any arousal he'd regained had vanished by now.

The wereG held up the paddle, making him flinch. "All subbies need to be reminded of their place from time to time. Since I get the pleasure of being your first dom, I can tell you're gonna need quite the lesson."

Elliott looked away, terrified to look at the wolf. "Please. Please." He wasn't necessarily talking to the wolf. He was hoping for something, anything to stop this torment.

The dominant wolf just smiled gleefully and lifted up the flamey's tail, though not with so much force as to make the young dragon feel like he might rip it off. "Now, let's turn that green ass red, shall we?"

"Please, no." One last whispered plea before the weregarurumon pulled the paddle back and with a hard stroke brought it against Elliott's backside with as much force as he could muster, slamming it into the soft flesh with a roaring smack. "Aah!" Elliott let out a shriek of pain and more tears before the wolf brought the paddle back to once again slam it into the sensitive buttocks. Another powerful smack. "Aaaah!" Another shriek from Elliott. The wolf spanked his ass hard once more. "AAAAAAAAH!" By then there was a burning agony in the dragon's ass that drove him to struggle against his bonds.

"Yeah, that's more like it!" the wereG proclaimed before smacking the flamedramon's ass again.

"NOOO! Please, stop!" Another smack. "AAAAAAAH!" Another smack. "AAAAH! No, no, no!" Another smack and another and another, each one resonating off the walls and providing the wolf with sadistic satisfaction. Elliott struggled, but he could do nothing to protect his rear from the pummeling, forced to endure a continued onslaught leaving him with the feeling of a roaring furnace against his ass. Another smack. "Nooo! Please stop! Please!" Another smack, although the wolf was beginning to lose his grin and starting to look annoyed. He paddled his rump again and again. "Noooo-hooo!"

"All right, that's enough."

"Please, stop! Please! Please!"

"I said that's enough." He commanded in a firmer tone.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" The flamedramon's tears started to burn, but that didn't stop him from letting them fall.

"I said that's enough!" The wolf showed his frustrations with the small dragon by giving him an upwards, backhanded smack right to his muzzle. The force caused Elliott to jerk his head violently to the side, although it did get him to stop talking, though his whimpering continued. He started feeling fuzzy, his vision going hazy for a moment, and the numbness on his muzzle where the wolf struck slowly giving way to a painful build-up of pressure. This added to the excruciating blaze in his butt, the tenderized backside having flushed with blood, giving it a red hue and proving the digimon a wolf of his word. He soon noticed a light trickle from his nose and realized he was bleeding, a small stream of blood gliding down his chin.

In the time he took to recover, he failed to notice the dom had walked back towards the table by the wall, laid the paddle against it, and picked something off of the table. "You know, most slutty subs recognize their place pretty quickly. For instance, when a dom says, "That's enough," it means you shut the fuck up." He walked around to the other side of Elliott. "Then we get little cunts like you who don't seem to want to listen, so I guess you'll need another lesson, won't you?"

Elliott still didn't look him in the eyes, fear overtaking him. The wolf held up a thick ball gag. "Open up." Elliott stared at it, the thickness enough to strain his jaw, and he looked back towards the dom, tears flowing with the most pitiable expression, hoping for some level of mercy. Instead, the wolf grabbed the flamedramon's ears and pulled his head back, garnering a loud yelp and the sensation that he might rip off the dragon's ears. "I said open up!" He had no choice and he knew it. This digimon had no intention of letting him go or granting him any leniency. He did as bid, closing his eyes and opening his muzzle as wide as it would go. The wereG shoved the gag into his maw, the thickness indeed causing a slight strain on the green digimon's jaw, but worse yet was when the wolf fastened the buckle, he tightened it so much that the straps dug into Elliott's skin.

The garurumon walked away, pushing the back of his head forward, leaving the green flamey bleeding with a burning ass and a stressed jaw. He couldn't speak anymore, all he could do was whimper and cry. "You're a sub. It's what you are. You say you're not ready, but it's not your choice. You've always been a sub and you always will be. And a sub's purpose is to please his dom, regardless of the sub's feelings. The sub does whatever the dom says and thanks him for the pleasure of serving."

Elliott went limp, helpless and defeated, thoroughly regretting the decisions he made today. He wished he'd gone back home when he could, wished he'd gone back to his personal jerk-off sessions by himself. The fantasy he had was wonderful, now it was destroyed, tainted by reality and an abusive wolf digimon who didn't seem care how much he hurt a young, naive flamedramon who was just looking for companionship.

The sound of leather on leather got Elliott to turn his heard towards the wereG's direction and what he saw made him shudder in abject terror. The wolf was standing by the table, both paws in leather gloves, holding a flogger in the right. He brought the tassels down into his left hand and squeezed, the sound of stretched leather echoing in the dungeon. Elliott tried struggling again, but he was too weak and the restraints would not give. The wolf smiled back. "You're a sub... and you will learn your place."

Elliott could do nothing but quiver and pray that he had the strength to endure whatever the digimon did to him. It was obvious then that the night would not end quickly.