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Brolek lay nearly oblivious where Hrathana had left him, panting, his face flushed hot, alternating between shame, and rage, and spent, used exhaustion. For a little while he was left alone, thankfully... but that left him nothing to distract him from the pent-up ache between his hind legs--somehow only made worse by the abuse he'd just received!--and the humiliating soreness under his tail, which only made his thoughts return, over and over, to how it had felt to be tied down, gagged, helpless, while the big yellow dragoness violated him. His claws flexed in the tight mittens, wishing he had the strength to break free, fight her and pin her down, dig his fangs into her, and release all his restrained fury... and lust... by taking her more roughly than he ever had before.

If only he wasn't bound so securely.

It was impossible not to be reminded of his helplessness just as often as he was about what had just been done to him. Every movement of his legs made the short chains softly clink, he couldn't stretch his wings beneath the straps keeping them pinioned, and the taste of metal from the bit resting on his tongue would likely not go away until long after it was removed... whenever that might be. He growled and chewed on it for a moment, glaring at one of the dragonesses as she walked past, but she didn't even seem to notice him. So he could only wait, forced to dwell on how humiliating it was to be kept here and how powerless he was, unable to leave the cave, to stretch his legs or his wings, or to speak, or even to orgasm or to get hard!

A bowl of water being set down in front of him finally gave him something to focus on... but bridled, he couldn't even drink it without assistance! He growled as the dragoness who'd brought the water, Prosta, reached for the buckles to remove it, but she stopped and huffed at him.

"Are you going to behave?"

He snorted... but after a moment relented, tilting his head. After what had just been done to him, the slightest thought of failing another escape attempt made him shudder and tuck his tail even tighter against his sore rump...

"Good dragon," she purred, and removed the bridle for him.

Brolek tossed his head and spread his jaws wide, displaying his fangs as he yawned. "Only as long as I'm stuck in this..."

But the little green-and-brown dragoness giggled at him! "I'd gladly arrange that if you'd like! I've always wanted a big strong dragon to keep tied up as a pet."

He just growled at her and lowered his head to drink... trying to suppress a grateful sigh at how badly he'd needed some water.

Squirming in place, he wished she would go away... but she only settled down next to him while he lapped at the cool, clear water. "How're you feeling?" she murmured to him after a moment, nosing at his neck.

"Why do you care?" he growled back.

"Relax," she massaged a shoulder with one of her forepaws. "I'm not trying to get you to admit anything about the tease and how it might be getting to you... I meant physically."

He stiffened, his tail tucking a bit closer to his rear. "Oh."

Her paw moved to the base of his tail, gently rubbing against the thick muscles there instead. "I'm assuming you've never taken anything into your rump before?"

Another growl. "Of course not!"

She tilted her head. "Just being sure. For someone without any previous experience, to be pegged like that can be... damaging, and as much as I look forward to watching the tease and denial break you, I don't want your life to be in danger."

He just pulled on his shackles and kept drinking.

Prosta eyed his hips in silence for a little while... even stroking the contours of his chastity belt... then finally said, "do you have any pain back here?"

"Rrrrr... Some... Sore," he said, reluctant, not wanting to discuss a single aspect of what he'd just been forced through.

"That's to be expected. But nothing serious? No sharp pains if you move around, or stretch, or anything else?"

He growled, but extended his hind paws some, wiggling his hips back and forth... but though he felt sore... stretched out... he didn't feel any of the potential pain she'd described. "No."

"Good-- Oh, are you done drinking?" She gestured towards the empty bowl with her nose.

Brolek hesitated, but there was no way to hide that he'd drained the bowl, of course... only hoping that being finished wouldn't mean the bridle would go back on! "Yes..."

She reached for his snout and he growled, but that only gave her a reason to spank him! He snarled and snapped his teeth in pain... but relaxed a little bit when she only held up the muzzle, not the bridle--at least he'd still be able to talk.

"That's better... Though I'll have to tease you a little extra for that, thank you," she snickered, giving his flank a grope once he was muzzled again.

"Rrrrngh..." he growled, his hips squirming, flanks feeling tender and sensitive from the spanks--and probably from what had come before, too.

Prosta only giggled again, openly admiring his rump despite how his slit was hidden by the chastity belt! He blushed as her stare remained fixed on his hindquarters, shuffling his paws, about to try to get her to look away--so this was how it felt whenever he ogled a female!--when she reached for his lowered tail and tried to push it to the side.

"Leave that alone!" he snarled, his nosetip bumping harmlessly against his neck when he tried to bite, muzzled too tightly to get his fangs apart. His tail muscles went stiff, his rump clenched tight, not sure what she was doing but wanting no part of it, keeping his tail tucked firmly against his butt and glaring at the smaller dragoness.

"Calm down!" She spanked him again, but more gently. "I just want to have a look, make sure everything looks okay, that there's no blood you might not be feeling--or not admitting to feeling... Lift your tail, I won't be long."

He hissed and bared his teeth behind the muzzle. "Just leave me alone!"

Snorting, she pushed again, harder. "Would you like me to get that tail-cuff and tie it out of the way? Or can you just let me look for a few seconds?" Almost before he could growl in protest she went on, "actually, maybe I should do that anyway... it'd be quite a view!"

"Oh fine!" He relented, holding his tail to the side, giving her access to his tailhole.

"That's a good dragon," she rumbled. "Now let's see..." He looked away, his snout flushing hot in embarrassment as she examined him, undoubtedly peering closely, sniffing, getting a nice long look... He grunted and twitched his tail when he felt her pressing against him with two claws, pushing at his entrance gently, spreading one way, then the other... "Everything looks all right," she said softly as he groaned, hind claws curling as he forced himself not to pull away from her touch.

He only blushed more when she noticed his squirming. "Mmmmh... Did the big strong dragon like having his ass taken?"

Brolek swung his head around and glared... and shuddered when she probed a single digit a little ways into him. "No-- nnngh!"

But she just wagged her tail and wiggled the claw inside him, drawing another groan from him, and let out a giggle of amusement when she withdrew her paw and let him lower his tail--which he did at once, pulling it in tight to hide both his butt and the little opening in the chastity belt that hid his trapped, swollen slit. "Your body sure seems to... are you sure? Because I'd gladly slide a nice thick plug in there during the teasing, to give you a little more pleasure if you'd like it..."

He snarled again when she squeezed the base of his tucked-in tail. "I said no!"

"If you say so... It sure was sexy to watch you have to take something in there, though!" Prosta stood and stretched, ignoring his groan of humiliation. "Get a bit of rest if you can... It'll be time to tease you again soon." She winked and licked her lips, then walked off, her rump swaying alluringly... but watching that only reminded him of the hated chastity belt when the feeling of not being able to get hard made him wince. Nothing to do now but wait, he thought... Wait, and try to think of a way out of this.

Brolek managed to get in a brief nap before a gathering of dragonesses nearby roused him; they were carrying more restraints and murmuring to each other, but as he lifted his head they turned and approached him and the twins. "It's time to play again, boys..." Ilirae said with a grin.

He growled in protest, but shackled, muzzled, his foreclaws even trapped inside those mitts now, he was powerless to fight back as the girls pushed him onto his back, pinned him down and held him still to prepare him for teasing. The shackles were removed from his fore and hind paws, replaced with thick, sturdy leather cuffs instead; his forepaws were pushed down to his sides and a strap was run beneath him, linking one forepaw to the other so his own weight pinned them against his sides. His ankles were strapped directly to his tail, tied down tight to keep both hind legs and his tail still... and to keep his legs apart to make sure he couldn't hide his belly, a spreader bar was tied into place between his knees. He glared at them all, grunting wordlessly and squirming but unable to overcome all of them, especially not while already securely tied!

Hrathana waited for Fadin and Orlin to be bound down on either side of him before getting out the key to their chastity belts. Smirking, she made a point of stroking and pushing against the tight, stiff belts that took even the power to get horny away from them, made it a privilege to be granted to them... Then slowly unlocked and removed the belts from around each male's hips, licking her lips in anticipation as their slits were exposed to all their tormentors. "I'm sure you wanted those to come off all night, boys... why don't you go ahead and get hard for us," Ilirae purred once they were all 'free,' nuzzling at Brolek's slit and making him grunt in surprise at how sensitive he was!

It didn't take long for either of the twins to grow aroused; Orlin's shaft was sliding out of his slit almost before any of the dragonesses touched him. But Brolek resisted the urge, setting his jaws and looking away, growling, trying to blot out everything else beneath a wave of rage at what was being done to them... He could feel a tongue lapping against his slit but only growled louder, closing his eyes and tugging against his cuffs, taking deep breaths, unable to keep from quivering while Ilirae licked between his hind legs over and over but refusing to give her what she wanted!

"What's the matter?" She stroked his haunches with her forepaws, licking more firmly, even pushing the tip of her tongue into his slit a little ways! "Doesn't the big sexy dragon want some pleasure?"

"Rrrrrrngh..." He could hear the twins moaning on either side of him and knew the other girls had begun to tease them, he bucked at the intense stimulation of her seeking out his dormant cock, but he would not give in! "No!" he managed to grunt out, grinding his teeth and clenching his claws tight as he strove to block out her touch.

"Oh?" He refused to look but heard her moving... felt her scales sliding against his own, heard her step closer and move to straddle him. "Because I want to pleasure you..." She moaned to him, nuzzling his bound snout, panting, her scent hot with her own excitement. "I want to touch you... want to taste you..." Her hips rubbed against his, and he groaned as he felt her entrance grinding directly against his slit! "I want to feel your big hard cock inside me... Won't you let me?"

Her sex slid against his own again and he thrashed, bucked, howled in resistance, trying to refuse, trying... But as pent-up as he was already after the previous evening's tease, even after being taken, with her touch and her scent and her words making it so hard not to picture taking her... Before long his struggling turned into grinding back against her, and she moaned in enjoyment when she felt his body respond at last.

"There you go... That's a good dragon... nnnh!" She gasped and shivered against him and finally he opened his eyes when he felt it too: he'd started to go hard, and his emerging shaft was going right into her waiting vent! The tight, slick feeling of being within her only encouraged him, and he humped more firmly against her weight, panting and writhing in enjoyment as her touch, how her insides clenched around him coaxed him to full arousal in mere moments. He moaned back at her, flexing and whining softly as he tried to hold her against him but couldn't lift his paws and settling only for thrusting faster, loving how it felt to be inside her and only wanting more!

But tied down and pinned beneath her weight, he could only move so much, and all the rocking of his hips did was make him slide the tiniest bit inside her, as much a tease as everything he'd received yesterday! She was content to lie there above him, panting and shivering at the feeling of those little movements inside her, but it was just when he thought he felt her thrusting back that she groaned and stood and pulled up off of him!

"Rrrngh...! Hey!" he groaned, struggling against his bonds at the sudden lack of stimulation even though he should have known this was coming, cursing to himself for falling for her tricks yet again!

"Awwwwr... does the sexy, helpless dragon want more?" She grinned down at him, stepping back and sitting on his tail, giving the very tip of his shaft a lick before sliding an elastic ring down to the base of his cock, making him tremble at how tight it felt. When he just groaned instead of answering her she licked again, her tongue sliding firmly from the base of his length all the way to the tip only to stop again when he tried to grind against her. "We both know how good it feels with you inside me... But you have to do something else first if you want a proper ride..." She licked again.

"Nnnngh!" He thrashed helplessly, trying to sit up, but another dragoness pushed down on his shoulders to keep him flat on his back. "If you like it too then just do it!" he growled, staring at his hard cock, then up at her...

"No no... I won't let you share that experience until you submit." She patted his rump tauntingly and lowered her head, giving his shaft a good long suck to quiet him and moaning at the taste. "Besides, if I want a good climax I can just get help from one of my friends..." She winked at the dragoness who was holding him down, Silira, who grinned back eagerly.

Brolek glared at them both for a moment, but could only groan in pleasure when Ilirae took his cock between her jaws again and began to suckle it. The feeling made him lie back and thrust against her, shaft already beginning to ache from how horny he was, every touch of her lips and tongue, every bit of suction from her maw making him shudder, his hind claws curling in lust, muscles in his hindquarters tight and trembling as he thrust and panted and moaned...

Even knowing she was going to stop, it was impossible not to get drawn in, to hope that she might have mercy and take him to climax, or that she would forget to stop, or not be careful enough! To say nothing of the pleasure and heated excitement that raced through him all the while... So the feeling of suddenly nothing when she lifted her head away was just as bad, maybe even worse than it had been the first time! He roared and bucked and struggled at the denial, sides heaving from the effort, his cock so hard that it hurt! But there was no relief coming, and despite the torment he refused to ask her to get him off, he would not submit--

"Does the horny dragon want to cum?" she said, her voice high and playful, tongue lapping just once at the very tip of his shaft to remind him of how close he was...

"Rrrrgh!" he just snarled at her... even though he wished he could say he was trying harder to free himself than to find something to hump against.

"No? That's fine... After all the times you forced me to lift my tail, I'd be perfectly happy to keep you in denial for a year."

Brolek growled again, but it was all he could do, and before long two more dragonesses had taken their places to hold him down, tease him... and even to pleasure each other! Prosta moaned and squirmed almost as soon as she sat down when the other dragoness slipped her tail somewhere between her hind legs--he didn't need to see to know where, and to watch two dragonesses climax together while he was tied down and denied his own orgasm could only be called torture.

Time seemed to crawl by. He could barely move, he could barely think... Some dragonesses got him to the edge almost immediately, some slowly built him up to what felt like what was about to be an incredible, unstoppable orgasm, but each and every one of them made sure he--and the twins, but he was far too caught up in his own torment to spare a thought for them!--was never quite able to cum, over and over left so horribly, painfully short of the peak he was growing far too desperate for. He wasn't sure how he managed not to plead for release by the end, how a dragoness could ask if he wanted to cum and he could find it in him not to say yes and agree to anything she wanted just to get her to keep on sucking, or pawing, or rubbing with her tail, or even taking him into her... But he made it--

"Rrrrrrng! Please!"

Orlin let out a muffled howl next to him, bucking and thrashing in denial, and for a moment the whole cave went quiet before Ilirae asked, "will you make the promises we've asked for?"

Orlin struggled harder in response, thrusting at air and squirming where he was tied down and pinned beneath the weight of a couple dragonesses, trying desperately, in vain, to somehow reach his needy shaft. He grunted wordlessly for a little while, then finally gasped out, "no!"

"Then no orgasm for you."

He howled again, but as lack of stimulation backed him away from the edge his thrashes subsided to uncomfortable squirming. Brolek moaned quietly in sympathy, having been edged and denied barely half a minute before, his cock still throbbing from how close he'd been... but he hadn't asked for it. All his joints ached, his lungs burned from the exertion, he felt sore and exhausted all over, and even once the cockring came off it took a few minutes without any attention for his arousal to fade at last, but he'd survived the tease. He didn't even complain when he was locked into chastity again; when he was trapped in his slit, he couldn't be taken to the edge and left there!

Fadin and Orlin seemed just as spent as he was. None of them spoke, none of them looked around or stood up and stretched when they were put back into shackles or even struggled while their gear was changed, and Brolek knew that, like him, they were too worn out to do more than lie there and pant and try to get their strength back... and wait for the near-painful ache of denial to fade away. It stunned him how difficult this was; despite how good orgasm could feel, he'd never suspected that to be taken so close and then not allowed to have one would feel so terrible, or that his body would be so desperate to get the climax it had been denied, and he shuddered at the mere thought of having to withstand more of what he'd just been through.

Knowing how close he might be to giving in only made his need to escape more urgent... but what could he do? It seemed the mitts on his forepaws, like the muzzle and the straps over his wings, were being kept on him constantly now, and that meant he couldn't use his claws, not to fight, not to take off his gear, or however else he might need them for an escape attempt. No claws meant he couldn't free his snout to try to bite one of his captors or bite through any gear, or to breathe fire and destroy another pair of shackles... Tied this way, there didn't seem to be any way to escape! And no escape meant... more teasing... more denial... more and more of that torture until he couldn't take it anymore. He moaned unhappily to himself at the thought--there had to be something he could do; he was the strongest, toughest, proudest dragon in the mountains, there had to be a way out...

But how?

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Brolek's daily meal was fresh humiliation, when it was brought to him. While the twins were able to eat without too much difficulty, the mitts on his paws prevented him from cutting through the skin of the carcass, or separating the joints or limbs, carving muscle from bone... He worried at the deer with his jaws some, but just couldn't manage it while his claws were wrapped up! The dragonesses keeping watch over him while his muzzle was off noticed his difficulty, and he flushed hot at being stripped of even this bit of dignity when one of them sliced the meat into bite-sized chunks for him to eat. Couldn't fight, couldn't cum, couldn't get hard without permission, couldn't hunt, and now couldn't even eat without help, having to have the day's catch carved up for him like he was a hatchling!

"Rrrrrgh..." He ground his teeth together. "Can't you just take these stupid things off?" He rubbed one mitt against the other, glaring at the dragoness.

"You lost the privilege of using your claws when you tried to escape," Hrathana said, overhearing him, and spanked him hard for his trouble. "You have only yourself to blame."

"Rrrrrrg!" He snarled and thumped his tail against the ground at the pain of the blow, wanting to snap at her but knowing it would just get him punished more... And she was out of his reach anyway, hobbled and with three other dragonesses keeping him under guard. His tail lashed in frustration, but eventually he subsided and let the dragoness feed him.

"That's a good dragon," the guard murmured and stroked his neck once he'd eaten his fill, only making him growl more loudly. "Now hold still, let me muzzle you again..."

"Grrrrrrrr..." He bared his teeth at her, wanting to bite her, leap on her, pin her down, thrash her... hump her... Unable to do any of it! Under the threat of more teasing, more spanks... another strap-on rape if he was bad enough... he could only submit and let her strap his jaws tightly shut once again.

"Now you get a bit more rest, digest a little... You'll get to enjoy some more teasing soon." She stood and stroked his nose, and gave his rump a pat as she walked by, even lifting her tail a little to taunt him! He swung his tail at her but she skipped nimbly out of range, giving him another peek at her entrance... and making him grind his hips against the ground and grunt as the view drew a bit of arousal from him that his chastity belt stopped almost immediately!

"Nnnngh," he groaned and slumped down, his hips shimmying back and forth in discomfort, the restriction of the belt that kept him in his slit making him shiver... Claws clenching to distract himself, he tried to wait it out, let it go away... but it wouldn't! His body's attempts to go hard went on and on nearly against his will, and with every moment it grew more difficult to resist the urge to howl, to twist around and try to pull the belt off somehow, to just get a little room to grow! Grinding his teeth together, stretching, shuffling around a little, nothing helped, and he couldn't suppress a soft whine when he flopped down again in defeat. It wasn't hard to tell why it was so difficult to calm himself... The scent of dragon musk was unmistakable, both his, Fadin's, Orlin's, and the lovely hot scent of each of the dragonesses who'd taken part in teasing him, and the pheromones were surely flooding his system; but the needy ache from the teasing could have been equally responsible!

It was nearly ten minutes before finally the tip of his shaft stopped pressing so painfully hard against the inside of the rigid belt, but he was too awake to nap, now, and had nothing to do but to watch the dragonesses move about the cave. Some rested, some watched him or the twins or the cave entrance and the sky outside, some went through all the bondage gear and toys, cleaning it and checking it for wear and preparing it to be used again... The sight of it and knowing what it signified only had his cock straining against the confines of his chastity belt again, and with a grunt of pain he twisted around to examine the hated contraption, and try to find a way to stop feeling it so often!

There was nothing to see but sturdy, form-fitting steel, its curve matching the shape of his underbelly and slit almost perfectly, leaving him without any room to emerge from it no matter how he twisted or rocked his hips or leaned one way or the other... He even rubbed his mitts against it, trying to push it forward, back, to one side or the other, but it fit far too snug for that! In desperation he pawed at the lock keeping it shut, but it was useless; the only way to make the pain and restriction go away was to... somehow... keep from starting to get horny.

He heard some soft giggling from his left, and snapping his head around he saw Hrathana and Ilirae sitting near the wall of the cave, just watching him struggle in his chastity! When they giggled again he flushed hot in embarrassment, baring his teeth behind the muzzle... But Hrathana just reached into the pouch hanging from her neck and pulled out the key to the chastity belts, flashing him a toothy grin before putting the key away again; the clear message being that he and his arousal were under her control, and that his cock would remain locked up tight until she decided to let it out!

Snarling in defiance and irritation, he curled up facing away from them, peering at the belt a bit more before looking away with a groan, forced to just deal with the ache of his chastity until he could manage to be distracted enough for it to fade... and then to hope it wouldn't come back for a while. His attention turning to his fellow captives, he saw Fadin still napping, while Orlin appeared to be squirming and whining in similar discomfort... But he didn't say anything to him; he didn't want to talk to him about such an awful feeling, especially not when the girls would overhear every word! He would have much preferred to discuss escape plans, but of course those would have been overheard as well...

The next hour or so passed in cycles of rest, then of pain and squirming and little groans from the obstruction of his belt as his body insisted over and over that he get horny, that he find something to hump, and that he keep going until he had a nice hard orgasm! But as much as he wanted to obey the urge, he knew he could not... not while bound, not while chaste, not until he found a way to escape--or, unthinkably, submitted to his captors.

But then it was time to prepare for the next perverse orgy, time to make sure he'd cleared waste, time to change his shackles for something much tighter, and he groaned and squirmed as his cock seemed to know that some attention was coming, even if he didn't want it and knew it wouldn't end with him getting what he wanted! Worse still, Ilirae noticed his difficulty while she was getting him tied down and smirked at him, rubbing where the belt covered his slit, pushing on it, even licking where the metal kept him locked away! "Rrrrgh... let me out... let me go!" he growled at her, but she just nipped his thigh playfully.

"No freedom and no orgasm until you give in... Would any of you like to?" she said to the three dragons while the others made sure their bonds were secure. "Or will you need some more teasing first?" Brolek bucked and snarled in refusal, but Fadin just lay stoic on his back... and Orlin whimpered quietly, though none of them tried to coax him further than that. "No? That's just fine... This teasing is a lot of fun for us after all."

Hrathana unlocked each chastity belt, slowly pulling them off, and this time even Brolek couldn't manage to resist for more than a few moments before getting hard; Orlin's cock slipped out and went stiff with barely any coaxing at all, while Fadin moaned and shivered in pleasure while he was slowly stroked to full arousal, and it just took a few nuzzles and gentle licks to get the red dragon's shaft fully out and fully hard. "Nnngh..!" he moaned in sensitivity and desire as his body got the first of the pleasure it had been demanding for hours, from Ilirae's tongue, from her paw... then from the familiar tight squeeze of the cockring she slid to the base of his length.

Then the teasing began again. Tied down, he could only shudder and thrust against Ilirae's maw, looking so sexy closed around his hard cock as he moaned and squirmed and felt her suckling so wonderfully on him! But... no, he tried to remind himself, to fight down his incredible lust, no matter how good it felt it would only end in that terrible sudden denial, he couldn't let himself get drawn in! But at the same time, he wanted it, needed it so badly, and he was so sensitive, so eager for every little touch she gave him, shaft already so hard that it nearly hurt!

Knowing that the denial was coming didn't make it any easier, as every moment he expected her to break off, to stop, to demand his submission, and every passing second that she brought him closer to an orgasm only made him get more tense, more worked up, almost trying to hold himself back to lessen the torment... before the slow, incredible sensations were too much and he began to groan and curl his claws and hump her nose, panting hard in lust, so close now... Then the stimulation stopped and it was all he could do to keep from screaming for his release, thrashing as Ilirae and one of the others kept him pinned firmly down to make sure he couldn't get any part of him anywhere near his needy throbbing cock!

"Rrrrrgh! No! More!" Fadin howled from one side him before subsiding, eventually, with a snarl, but Orlin was in much greater difficulty, letting out a wordless roar of agony, bucking and struggling and thrusting hard at air! Finally he went still as well, whimpering and trembling all over, his gaze locked on his shaft... and then the cycle began again.

This time it was Hrathana playing with him, her paws and tail rougher, less careful than Ilirae's tongue but more than enough to make him groan and grind against her once more... flushing in jealousy as he watched Ilirae, lying across his chest, get a hard, loud orgasm from Silira's tongue! "Nnnnnngh..." he panted at her, "just... nh, stop...! Won't!" But she showed no sign of hearing him.

Hrathana was less skilled and didn't get him as close as Ilirae had, but he still squalled and shuddered all over, shaft aching horribly, when she stopped and left him in denial yet again. He gasped for air, trying to marshal himself, to collect his thoughts and get his resistance built back up while he had a short break...

"No! Aaahng! Please!" Orlin screamed.

"Will you promise--" Prosta began, but he cut her off before she could even finish asking.

"Yes! Please, I'll do anything, just let me cum!"

"Very well, Orlin," she purred, stroking his cock ever so slowly with a paw, making him tremble at the tension. "Just repeat after me..."

Brolek wanted to tell him no, not to listen, that he could still resist...! But then another tongue found his dragonhood and he could only manage a helpless moan of pleasure while Orlin swore the oaths the girls wanted from him.

"I swear... nng! I swear on my word as a dragon... that I... will never again duel a dragoness... rngh! For the right to mount her... I swear that I will not ever take a dragoness against her will... And I swearrrrrnh! I swear I will encourage every dragon I meet... to follow my example!"

Prosta patted his belly gently. "That's a good dragon... Now you may have your reward." Standing up, she slowly tugged the cockring off of him and stepped forward, straddled him, and took him inside her.

The feeling of filling her alone was enough to make Orlin howl in pleasure, and when she began to ride him he could only grunt, the ecstasy seeming to drain the strength from his body while he humped, while she huffed and nuzzled him in encouragement... Then Brolek snarled when the suckling he was getting stopped and he was left short... Fadin bucked and struggled uselessly... and Orlin cried out in ecstasy when at last he was allowed to cum, shaking all over and howling in relief as he filled her with all his pent-up seed.

"Good boy," she kissed his nose, smiling down at him while he gasped for breath to recover from his explosive orgasm. "Why don't you tell your friends how good that felt?"

Orlin blushed hot and shivered, his whole body trembling, but after a moment he let out a satisfied moan and said, "nnngh... incredible... that was... amazing... best climax I've ever had..."

"Very good." She patted him on the nose, then got off him to let him rest.

"Would either of you two like to follow his example?" Ilirae eyed the other two dragons, still horny, still denied, still aching and quivering in need...

"No!" Brolek managed to growl, and Fadin shook his head.

So the teasing resumed. Despite having just taken what was surely a massive load from Orlin, Prosta went right back to work, settling down atop Brolek's tail and stroking his thighs and belly. "Mmmm, that felt good... but an orgasm from you would feel even better... Don't you want one too?" She gave the underside of his cock a slow, firm lick, turning his snarl of defiance into a moan. "You saw how easy it is..." She waited a moment, but when he refused to respond she began to put her horribly skilled tongue to use once again.

"Nnnh..." he shuddered, having to pull hard against his bonds to keep from asking her to stop! But, panting and humping her snout, he got back into that rhythm once again, tempering the pleasure with the reminder that it wouldn't get him off in the end, that he needed to resist, to ignore, to--

"Rrrrng!" he shuddered all over and looked wide-eyed up at her, but she kept bobbing her head on his cock like nothing had changed... but it had: she'd slipped a single lubricated digit into his rear, and was pushing it back and forth inside him! "Nnh--! Stop that!" he gasped, unable to shut out a source of pleasure he had so little experience with!

Prosta just smiled at him. "You seem to like it..." She pushed against his insides, making him groan and shudder and hump instead of snarling a denial of any such enjoyment! "You definitely like it, in fact! Even if you won't admit it... so don't get mad at me for expanding your boundaries for you!" And after pushing on that sensitive spot again, making him moan and clench around her claw for a moment, she went back to sucking on him.

He grunted and shuddered and tried in vain to pull away from her; with the added stimulation, he couldn't find the will to fight it, and even reminding himself he wouldn't get to cum wasn't enough to marshal the slightest resistance... He could only think that he wanted more! And of course it was just when he was losing himself in the sensations, just when he thought me might be about to cum that she withdrew both her snout and her paw! He did scream into his muzzle this time, unable to contain himself from how close she'd taken him yet again... but vented all his need and terrible unfulfilled arousal into thrashing in his bonds, forcing her and Silira to hold him down while he bucked and struggled. "Rrrrrrgh!"

As his struggling wound down and he backed away from the edge from lack of stimulation she smirked and nibbled on his nose. "If you still need teasing tomorrow, I'm going to let you feel that plug in you whether you ask for it or not..."

Brolek could only shudder at the thought. "Nng... don't you dare..." he gasped through gritted teeth.

"I'll do whatever I want, you sexy dragon... If you don't like it, just give in!" Then she scooted over to start teasing Fadin, and another dragoness took her place.

By the end, Brolek wasn't sure how he'd survived the teasing; every cell in his body seemed to be screaming at him to do anything necessary to get a climax, every touch to his sensitive shaft made him tremble and moan for more, every beat of his heart seemed to make that needy ache more intense... but he'd made it, unlike Orlin... and unlike Fadin, who was also defeated by Prosta's expert teasing! He could only watch, his cock throbbing unattended, as Fadin also gave in, made the promises the dragonesses were after... and was also ridden to a hard climax.

"Nnnnnh... oh my... that... That felt so good," Fadin groaned, rumbling softly in relief.

"One last chance before you get locked up for the night," Ilirae squeezed Brolek's shaft firmly, still hard thanks to his need, thanks to the cockring, and thanks to watching Fadin and Prosta mate; he shuddered and tried to hump her paw. "The twins won't be spending the night in chastity, and if we need to tease you more tomorrow, they'll be free to join us, to hump us and pleasure us as much as they want while we tease you... Do you want to watch them cum while you're not allowed? Or will you give in?" She stroked his needy shaft hard enough to make him squirm, her touch so rough it was nearly painful.

"Nnnnngh...! No! Won't!" he managed, though how he did he wasn't sure.

"Too bad for you... But more fun for us." She pulled the cockring off him, and she and Silira held him down until finally his arousal went away and he could be locked back up in the chastity belt. True to Ilirae's word, the twins weren't kept chaste, only put back into shackles along with him, and kept muzzled--"just to make sure you remember who's still in charge," Ilirae said.

"And because you look sexier in bondage!" Prosta added, drawing a few giggles, but the brothers seemed too consumed by satisfaction and relief to complain one bit.

Brolek just rolled onto his side once he was finally left alone. Every muscle, every bone in his body seemed to ache, especially his knees... thighs... abs... to say nothing of the constant pent-up soreness between his hind legs. Part of it was from how hard he'd fought the bondage, but as much or more seemed to be caused by the orgasm he had been denied so many times! But exhausted as he was, his heart still raced, his limbs trembled, and his entire slit and dormant, locked-up shaft seemed to throb and pulse with each beat of his heart. He groaned softly in discomfort, but there would be no relief, he knew, not until he managed to cum somehow...

But he didn't want to surrender like the twins had in order to get it! He looked over at them, seeming so pleased, so satisfied and relaxed now that they weren't in denial anymore... Couldn't they help him? They'd given their word not to duel for a fuck, yes, and to try to influence other males to do the same... but they hadn't promised not to try to escape, or not to help him! But there was still the problem of coming up with a plan with so many dragonesses listening in... and somehow managing to escape when bound tight and so greatly outnumbered. He tried to think, but over and over his mind turned to how badly he wanted an orgasm, which made him start to get hard, which made him moan and squirm at the ache of being kept in chastity, which made him want to find a way out, which made him think about how amazing it would feel to cum, which made him try to get hard again...

And the day's torture had so exhausted him that he fell deeply asleep before getting a chance to think up a plan, or even consider attempting to escape.

---

The first thing Brolek saw when he woke was Fadin's cock.

It wasn't deliberate, on his part or Fadin's; the grey-and-white dragon was still asleep next to him, and judging by his prominent erection he was dreaming about something sexy. A moment later he felt the pain between his legs of his own body attempting that common morning arousal, cut short and denied by his chastity belt. He moaned unhappily to himself, softly, then lifted his head and glanced around: but the dragonesses at the cave entrance were wide awake, and there was no chance of him sneaking off for freedom.

He put his head back down on his mittened, shackled forepaws with a groan, his hips twisting this way and that almost unconsciously in useless attempt to relieve the pressure of the belt keeping his shaft in its slit. But it didn't work, of course, and the feeling only drew his attention more strongly to the deep ache in his loins... It only seemed to have gotten worse since the previous evening, his whole underbelly sore, his gut feeling like it was twisted into knots, and his whole body just felt tense, his breathing a little uneven, his limbs trembling from time to time. He really needed to cum...

The effort required just to remind himself that relief wasn't coming, wasn't an option unless he escaped, was far greater than it should have been. He looked at Fadin, and at Orlin, resting peacefully, not chaste, no longer in denial... but he was too proud to give in like they had, he wouldn't surrender and make the oaths the girls wanted! But it'd be so much easier to resist if he could just get an orgasm, he thought, twisting, pushing at the hated chastity belt with his forepaws.

When the rest of the cave began to wake up he stopped prodding so deliberately at it, not wanting any of them to see just how uncomfortable he was, but his denied attempts to get hard simply would not go away no matter how he tried to distract himself. So he grunted under his breath, squirming fitfully, watching as the dragonesses woke, as the twins woke, seeming perfectly relaxed and happy despite their chains and muzzles, despite having sworn to stop an activity they so enjoyed... some of the dragonesses even seemed more friendly with them now, and they were in return! Their carefree conversation drove away the tense, awkward silence that had ruled the cave before, but neither of the twins would look Brolek in the eye, and no one talked to, or about, him. All the better to make sure nothing distracted him from his helplessness, his need, his chastity...

Everything seemed more difficult now, with his built-up desire weighing so heavily on him. Energy that he used to stand up, to stretch, to walk around was energy his body would rather use pawing or humping a dragoness, the urge to reach back and try to remove what was keeping him from getting hard nearly constant in his mind. Grinding his teeth, stumbling around, even digging his hind claws into his scales wasn't enough to distract him, and he could only moan and follow along when a couple dragonesses came over to lead him outside to clear waste. Even that was difficult due to how sensitive he was, making him grunt in discomfort until he had finished and could go back inside... to be teased and tortured even more.

Brolek blushed when he returned to the cave, saw the collar and cuffs, the spreader bar, and cockring laid out and waiting for him... and even a thick black silicone buttplug and some lubricant for it. The six dragonesses responsible for the teasing were gathered, watching him in anticipation, with the twins standing next to them looking at once eager and uncertain. "This is going to be fun..." one of the girls was saying. "I've been wanting for three days to be able to ride one of these hard cocks instead of just teasing it... And if him watching it happen only makes it more difficult for him, all the better!"

"I know, I can't wait," said another, to murmurs of agreement, before their captive's arrival quieted them down.

"You know what we want, Brolek," Ilirae said. "We will tie you down, get you hard, stuff that buttplug into you, and have Prosta tease and deny you while all of us enjoy ourselves... Or you can promise to change your ways, and be freed. What'll it be?"

He shuddered at the mere thought of more teasing, of being taken to the edge and denied once again... of all of them watching, and fucking, and having all the orgasms they wanted while he suffered... of having that big plug pushed into him! But-- But he could not be defeated, he was too strong, too proud, too resilient to be brought low through torture! "I won't give in," he growled, even while he squirmed and stomped a hind paw from the feeling of his cock pressing against the chastity belt.

"Have it your way... It just means more fun for us!" And he barely had time to snarl before the dragonesses grabbed him and forced him onto his back, removing his shackles only long enough to tie his hind paws and his tail to the spreader bar, to lock the collar around his neck and close the attached cuffs around his wrists. Once he was tied down, belly exposed, Hrathana removed his chastity belt, and he flushed hot in humiliation as a few of the dragonesses giggled: this time he couldn't keep from going hard almost immediately, needing barely any help at all despite how badly he wished he could resist!

"Well aren't you eager today," Prosta licked her lips, and he shivered and curled his hind claws as that terribly familiar cockring settled into place, guided gently, almost tauntingly down to the base of his shaft, where its elasticity made it squeeze him, only increasing his body's urge to hump... A desire he couldn't help but give in to, slowly rocking his hips, letting out a low groan of arousal. But he only got to enjoy being free from his chastity and getting to go nice and achingly hard a moment before Prosta said, "now for the part you'll love even more..."

"Nnng... no! Stop--! Don't put that in me!" he gasped, struggling, lashing his tail and trying to roll over, to cover himself somehow... But then two of the girls held him down and Prosta sat on his tail to keep it still and he could only watch as she prepared the toy, seeming to savor the process of getting it lubricated, of nudging a little bit of the excess fluid into him as well, making him grunt as he tried to push her away somehow! Then it was ready and he grew tense, his cock throbbing, as she brought the toy against his entrance and began to push. "Nnnnngh...! No, ahhn!" he began to protest, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep himself clenched tight, keep her from sliding it in, but the tapered point of the plug was too slick and he snarled at the pain of it spreading his tight muscles--

Then sudden pleasure made him gasp and relax, and the toy began to slide in more easily, without so much discomfort: Ilirae had begun to suck on him, gently but more than enough for his sensitive length to enjoy, making him groan and thrust in eagerness even while his rump was spread wider and wider by the plug... Then it was in far enough for his tailhole to contract again around the narrow neck near the base of the toy, the wide flare of the base on one side and the bulb on the other holding it in place. "That's a good dragon... doesn't that feel nice in there?" Prosta pressed on the end of the buttplug, and he could only moan at the feeling as Ilirae's tongue rubbed just beneath the tip of his cock, and the toy nudged firmly against some spot inside him that was enjoying being touched far too much!

"I knew you'd like it," she purred, and Ilirae lifted her head away so he could feel the plug press against his insides without something else to distract him... and he groaned and shivered as somehow it only made him even more horny.

"Nnngh... don't..." he tried to shake his head, as the others began to play all around him: Hrathana pinned Fadin down for a ride, Orlin mounted a dragoness, Silira took another with the strap-on while getting oral in return... and Ilirae held him down so Prosta could tease him all she wanted. With his body screaming to do whatever it took to orgasm it was impossible to shut out her attention now; every slow suckle of his length, every stroke of her tongue, every movement of her lips made him moan and shudder from head to tailtip, and every time he managed for a moment to concentrate, to remind himself that he needed to resist, she'd give the buttplug a little nudge and the feeling of it stuffing him, pressing against that special place it had found, would make sure every bit of his attention was on how good her touch felt... And how much he wanted more.

He was dimly aware of other moans of pleasure joining his own; though his gaze and all his attention were focused on Prosta's maw closed around his cock... and the black shape emerging from his rear that she'd press gently on with a forepaw from time to time, in a slow rhythm... he could see the others playing together in the corners of his vision, enjoying tongues, paws, toys, cocks, and hear them crying out their enjoyment all the while. Their scents mingled, too, only making him more excited from the hot sharp arousal of all the dragonesses, just as much as their moans of lust did, and the glimpses of them he saw! All of it combined to drive his desire to new heights, urged on by the stimulation from Prosta's mouth, from the buttplug, his whole body going tense and tight, breath fast, heart pounding as he approached a powerful orgasm...

"Nnnnh... Mmmmhg! Mmmmh...!" he moaned, squirming and tugging on his bonds, thrusting harder against both her and the plug in him, getting closer, closer... nearly there...! He let out a wordless howl of need, shaking all over and humping as hard and fast as he could, but... somehow... he wasn't getting any closer! He cried out again, only to realize that Prosta had been ever so gradually slowing her pace and he had been far too horny to notice, and now she was barely stimulating him at all, holding him in her maw but only giving the occasional suck, the lightest caress with her tongue... He bucked and roared and struggled, humping but only able to watch as she bobbed her head in time with him to keep him from getting the pleasure he wanted on his own! "Nnnngh! Let me cum!" he couldn't stop himself from groaning, his body screaming to thrust harder, that he was just moments away...

"You know what you have to do..."

"No!" he roared, not giving himself time to think about it... then moaning and shuddering all over when Prosta gave him a long, slow suck.

"Are you sure?" Ilirae asked, and when he didn't answer right away Prosta suckled again. "You're so close... All you have to do is say a few words..."

"Rrrrrngh!" Brolek strained as hard as he could against his bonds, putting all his need and fury and frustration into one desperate struggle, fighting the cuffs, the chains, the spreader, Ilirae's weight... But there was nothing he could do to make it stop, and he whimpered as he heard Fadin enjoying an orgasm of his own from beneath Hrathana. His sides heaving, heart pounding, he couldn't muster the strength to keep trying to escape, especially not while Prosta continued to tease him, not stopping like she had in the earlier teases: continuing to ever-so-slowly suckle him, bob her head, lick slowly along his shaft, press gently on the plug, all of it combining to keep him so horribly close to a climax that he couldn't get no matter what he did! He screamed, he twisted back and forth, he rocked his hips as hard as he could...

And then he simply couldn't take it anymore.

"Please!" he roared, face burning in shame, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Please!"

Ilirae took his snout in both forepaws, looking into his eyes, touching her nose to his. "Repeat after me, and she'll let you cum."

Brolek swallowed, shuddering all over, but after a few more moments he nodded, letting out a few quiet, broken sobs as he made the oaths. "I swear, on my word as a dragon, that I will never again duel a dragoness for the right to mount her. I swear that I will not ever take a dragoness against her will. And I swear I will encourage every dragon I meet to follow my example."

"There... That's all we wanted," she kissed him on the nose, and at a nod from her Prosta slipped the cockring off of him and backed away. "And in return..." Ilirae glanced back to make sure she was lined up properly as she straddled him, and huffed and held him tight beneath her as she took him into her at last. He moaned back at her, humping the little he could against her weight, letting out a whine, asking wordlessly for her to give him room to thrust! When she smirked at him he feared she might just keep him pinned there... but finally after a few more agonizing moments she began to ride him, sliding smoothly up and down his length, letting him thrust back against her all he wanted. He cried out in ecstasy at the feeling of her wrapped so tight around him, of being able to push himself deep into her hot, slick sex... and feel the plug grind against his own insides while he did... and then at last he reached his orgasm, his cock pulsing, his whole abdomen seeming to spasm, rump clenching on the buttplug, his jaws grinding and claws curled at the incredible sensations as he released himself into her.

His pleasure seemed to go on and on and on; he could barely breathe while he emptied spurt after spurt of his pent-up seed into her, his back arched, hips slamming against hers over and over... and then finally, gasping for air, he slumped back down, utterly spent. He was too worn out to move, to speak, even to think, the bliss of finally getting to climax completely overwhelming his mind. He was barely aware of the cuffs and collar and spreader coming off... the mitts too... even his muzzle... But he did groan and shudder all over when Prosta gently tugged the plug out of him, his cock able to retreat into his slit at last--this time with the good kind of ache, from a good hard use, instead of the awful feeling of denial, and without the dread of chastity looming!

Without any more teasing to be done, the dragons and dragonesses around him also stopped--after getting the orgasms they were close to--and sprawled all around Brolek and Ilirae, who'd slumped atop him to be sure to know the instant he was aware enough to start moving... but he'd fallen deeply asleep.

When Brolek awoke the cave was clean and tidy, dragonesses sitting around, Fadin and Orlin sitting nearby, with no sign of any of the bondage gear or sex toys they'd been kept helpless with, and tortured with. "Nnnnh..." he groaned and stretched catlike, letting out a happy sigh as the aches and pains from the orgasm denial had faded, leaving him feeling so much calmer, so much more relaxed...

"At last! You're awake." Ilirae nipped at his shoulder. "How do you feel?"

"Mmh..." he yawned wide. "Better..." He smiled a bit, then blushed and looked away--what was he doing, how could he not be roaring at her? What she and the others had done to him...!

"Good." Hrathana sidled up next to her and eyed them severely, then she continued. "Do the three of you remember the oaths you made?"

The twins nodded, but Brolek growled at her.

Ilirae growled back. "Just because you're not bound and in denial anymore doesn't change the fact that you made them; the twins know this, so you should accept it as well. You know how it feels to be taken against your will, Hrathana showed you that... I'm sure you agree that it was not a good experience, and that's why we had to make you stop."

He could only shudder, thinking back to how it had felt to be bound, gagged, chaste, and to have his rear taken despite his struggles while all of them watched... She was right of course, it had been so humiliating, maybe more than anything else he had been put through in this cave. Lashing his tail, he growled, "fine. Even if all of you deserve to be pinned down and taken for this..."

Hrathana bared her teeth at him. "Don't even think about it."

After a moment Ilirae continued. "We expect the three of you to tell all the other dragons to stop the endless dueling as soon as you can. They follow your lead, so it shouldn't be too hard for you, even if they don't necessarily like it, or know why you've suddenly decided you shouldn't be dueling for that anymore. If you don't make all but the most quarrelsome of them stop within one week, if you seek any more duels yourself... Hrathana and I are going to bring over some bondage gear, and her strap-on, to remind you to do as you're told."

Brolek and Orlin both shivered.

"So unless you like it, I suggest you keep to your oaths," she said, making Brolek blush as he recalled how much he'd enjoyed the buttplug!

"Speaking of liking it!" Prosta piped up, walking over to stand by Ilirae's other side. "If any of you liked being tied up, feel free to stop by my cave; I'd be more than happy to keep you bound nice and tight for a day or two, tease you, give you some good orgasms... These past few days have been so much fun!" She wagged her tail a couple of times. When Fadin snorted she just continued, "it'll feel better than tending to yourself... And you may find that dragonesses who are willing to mate with you just because you asked are few and far between."

Brolek blinked and started; he hadn't thought of that! But he'd deal with it... somehow... The best fighter in the mountains was sure to have no shortage of suitors. "Can we just go?" he growled.

"If you'd like, then you may," Ilirae tilted her head. "I just wanted to be sure that you understood the consequences of breaking your oaths, before you left."

"Then I'm leaving." Brolek shouldered his way past them, just wanting to get out of this cave, away from where he'd been captured, humiliated, broken, so he could move on with his life. He loped to the cave entrance, spread his wings and soared off, growling to himself; he hated it, but he'd made the promises, after all, and he was not the sort of dragon who didn't have the honor to keep his word. He would make sure the dueling custom changed, he'd make all the other males follow his lead... and he would find a way to adjust to the changes.

And, he thought with a blush and a moan, since he'd liked it... since everyone there had seen how much he'd liked it... Maybe he'd look into buying himself a buttplug.