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Closeted Training

Written by Nimrax. Characters by Mohalic.

Our tiger hero undergoes another daily slave training under his dragon master only to find out a new installment is in place and waiting for his pink butt.

Disclaimer: This story contains some heavy kink themes such as bondage and sounding. Friendly reminder to mind the tags and read at your own risk.

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“And now you’re all set!” Master finished tightening the last restraints on my legs before he let out a long sigh of accomplishments. In my hooded blindness, I felt him taking a step back, probably admiring his work of bondage like he always did. I tested the bindings, grunting into the ball gag as I moved my folded arms and legs to quickly familiarize myself with the position. This is not the first time I was tied up during a training session nor is this the first time I was tied in a suspended pose. I recalled the first sessions of this peculiar training, where he brought me to one of the closets in his bedchamber, only to find out that he had dedicated one of it as a small training room. The first few times was hard, I admit. But I got used to it as time went by.

The trick is to spread the pressure of the suspension on a bigger surface. The bondage closet consists of two bars which were installed at different heights and distance from the door. Facing the closet’s door, my arms were folded over the upper bar behind my neck while my wrists were cuffed together at the back of my head. Two restraining leather bands ensured that my limbs remained folded and I knew all too well of the fact that the cuffs on my wrist were also attached to my collar. Previous experience of hopelessly struggling while violently choking taught me well to remain calm and relaxed in this situation. Well... As much as I could anyway.

The lower and closer bar was used to restrain my legs where both were folded over and restrained with other leather bands. Along with my pink tail being pulled to my collar, this position enhanced the vulnerability of my being as it obviously revealed my pucker to anyone standing in front of the closet. This suspended bondage will leave anyone uncomfortable after the first minute and only after countless time spending my time in this closet had I learned how to mitigate most of that soreness. All I had to do was spread my arms and legs further and rest as much surface as my thighs and forearms could on their respective bars, distributing the pressure of my weight on the bar. If I had found out about this anytime earlier in my life as a slave, I would have saved myself plenty of trouble.

But I had a good reason why I was struggling to learn though.

“Cute.” Master’s comment with his deep voice snapped me out of my thoughts as I just realized that he was still staring at me this whole time I was adjusting in my position. I guessed he enjoyed watching me squirming and presenting myself in a more vulnerable position. When I was initially left with no clothing except for the hood on my head and four latex stockings for my limbs, all I managed to think about was how to cover myself from such indecency. It scared me to think that I would rather be presented naked in front of my master and further degrade myself in order to find a more comfortable position. The squeaking of the latex stockings against the metal bar had stopped their noises as I settled in my position and indirectly signaled my master that I was ready.

“I’m setting the program now.” With the hood on my head, I had limited vision and head movement as the attire left me blind and hooked to the ceiling of the chamber. I can only rely on my ears to hear my master fiddling with the machine underneath me, ready to start with the training. Recently my training regime has been quite acceptable. More towards building practicality and less on disciplinary actions. I assumed master had deemed my behavior somewhat acceptable as a slave and treated me accordingly. I remain comfortable as long I remain obedient.

“We’re starting in a few minutes.” Master was being awfully considerate today. He was notifying me and preparing me for my training with more care and caution. He was always meticulous and especially during gym training. He would personally coach me on what exercise to do and what muscles to work on. It was not that I did not know the basics of bodybuilding considering that I used to be a former warrior myself. The best in my tiger kingdom, if I may add. But master wanted my body to be shaped in a certain way and as a slave I could only obey his demand. My limbs and body remained as muscular as ever with an occasional tweak here and there. Recently, master scheduled my training to focus more on my thighs and hips and after a month or two, I found myself staring at a mirror, ogling at my own arse.

Master had quite the taste.

“Ready?” Despite my lack of head mobility and voice, I shook slightly and grunt three times. After many years being trained by master, we had established certain forms of communication in a case where certain parts of my organs are busy with something else. Grunting once to indicate ‘yes’ and twice for ‘no’. Trice was generally to express that I needed something. Ranging from a brief rest to catch my breath or a cup of water to quench my thirst. Sometimes I use it as a safe word, a privilege that I rarely get, but regularly obtained when master is in a good mood. And I was hoping he would be as merciful today.

“No safe word for today. Anything else?” As if he could read my mind, he quickly deduced my three grunts signals and dismissed my request. I grunt two times with discontentment, accepting the fact that I do not have any other way leeway except to just go through with this training. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my thigh and slowly trail up my body reaching my head. The familiar scaly fingers rubbing my fur feels surprisingly soothing as it erased my previous complaint. He leaned closer and closer to the point that I can feel his breath on my snout and his leather-covered groin on my rump.

“I expect you to go through this training just like any other. With excellence.” The fingers on my muzzle started rubbing my chin and I cannot help but rest my head on it and purr under his finger’s ministration. His other hand was placed on my torso, tracing my nipple and eliciting moans from my throat. I can barely register his whisper as I melted under his embrace. With his thorough personality there was his high expectation. Sometimes they exceed all reasoning and I was left with an almost impossible task to fulfill. Not that I cannot take his challenge.

“Like the time you defeated all my commanders in the sparring hall. I was so proud of you.” I was reminded of the time where master took me for martial arts training, to sharpen my warrior skills with more technique and forms derived from his draconic culture. Some of his colleagues disapproved of the notion of teaching a tiger the ways of a dragon, but master had higher authority and ignored them. As a matter of fact, he abused said authority and challenged the whole room to defeat me in their chosen martial arts. Until this day, I still thought it was a reckless move from his part, even though I managed to overwhelm every single one of those soldiers with relative ease.

“Ready?” Everything stopped as master waited for me to give the signal. For me to brace myself for a different type of training. This was unlike the gym where I had to do repeated sets of exercise or the arena where I had to spar with master. This was a whole different set of training that spelled out my entirety as a slave, used by my one and only master as however he wished. It was the only training that truly reminded me of who I was supposed to be. I breathed deep and grunted once.

“Good kitty~” Master continued grasping me as I felt a recognizable silicone probe at my rear, putting pressure on my tailhole. The machine was unrelenting and I accepted the draconic dildo with a groan as I gave in under the tension. The sensation was always overpowering initially but master was there to continue his brushings, soothing me into a placid state. A few more seconds later, after the dildo stopped at an accommodating depth, I felt master easing up, preparing for his departure.

“I’m heading out now. Busy with war meetings and council conferences. Like any other Mondays... I’ll come back during the afternoon break.” Master dejectedly laid out his plans for the day and only now I realized that I’m going to be left alone for the majority of the day in this small room.I felt the warmth of his body slowly fading, leaving traces of sensation that is only preserved by my memory. Master had not even left the room and I already longed for more of his touches. I heard the door creaking and felt the shade approaching as the door blocked the morning sun. There was a short pause before master chuckled softly.

“Eager kitty.” It took me a while to comprehend why master said that until my cock throbbed unintentionally. It was already hard and I did not realize when it did so. Was it because of the dildo penetrating my rear, or because of master’s touch? Maybe both. I awkwardly arranged myself in an attempt to render my cock more presentable but there was nothing I could do about it with my limbs out of the way. My cock remained proud and tall as I shied away from the obvious gaze of my master. Despite the myriad exposures of my naked body, I was still susceptible to shame and my face redden and felt hot from the degradation. Although the hood shielding my facial expression, I was pretty sure master noticed the burning emotions roiled up inside of me. My master chuckled one last time to confirm my suspicion before I heard the door finally closed and locked.

I was alone.

As if on cue, the machine began its designated program and gyrated the dildo back and forth. It started with slow and short thrust, probably to warm me up before the machine proceeded to the next intensity. Master was definitely being more considerate today and maybe because this was the first time I underwent anal training without any supervision. Usually master will leave the door open as he attended to me from his bed and usually he will start the program at a higher intensity to quicken the pace of my training. But he was not here today to monitor the machine in a case where it may go haywire and cause harm to me. So he probably set the program to be extra slow and gentle just to be safe. I swear sometimes his cautiousness reached the line of unhealthy paranoia.

But I had no complaint really. After long minutes, the dildo finally picked up its pace, but it was just one level above the previous. I figured that today’s anal training will take more time than usual with the pace we were going and I can only be grateful to master for giving me a whole day off (in a way). Honestly, I could use some time away from my other daily activity of following master around the kingdom, witnessing his role as a war general who defeated me and was occasionally asked for an honest opinion or two regarding certain matters. I do not mind master’s company (for the most part) and interacting with him, either as a slave or a fellow warrior, usually leads to entertaining and productive outcomes. But the constant stink eye that I got from other reptiles started to irritate me. Master said that they were just envious of me.

I huffed sharply in response to the thought. Envious for what? Sure, I was a better warrior, with attractive pink fur and possessing the potential to be the first tiger to wield draconic magic. But by the end of the day, I was still just a slave. After losing the war, I was made as master’s personal prisoner and he constantly trained and shaped me to be a worthy trophy to be displayed. He strongly encouraged his colleagues to use me (within reason) to boost morale so to speak. Having the legendary mammalian hero turned submissive and obedient should stroke any reptiles’ ego. But no. It was not enough. Very often, outside of training sessions and when master was in a generous mood, they would intervene between master and I just to make me miserable.

I was okay if they were just using me to satisfy their sexual gratification. But recently, those same spiteful dragons had been more aggressive with their handling and their only aim with me was to vent their anger and fury. Of course, master ensured that I would not be harmed (more than I need to be) but the fact that they just wanted to see me suffer made me feel hollow. I tried my best to please them, but at a certain point, I just got tired. I grew numb and weary from all those experiences. I no longer care whether they hate me or fear me. I just wanted to get away from the situation. I wanted nothing to do with the dragons. Or so I thought…

During my furious train thoughts, the machine had gone up another two levels. I was both amazed and disgusted that I managed to distract myself from the humongous dildo thanks to the injustice treatments from those lizards. This was supposed to be a relaxing training day, away from all the negative thoughts, so I mentally smacked my face as a gesture to pull myself together. The dildo was travelling at a decent length now and the iconic ribbed texture of a dragon dick was more prominent now. And this was no ordinary dragon dildo if compared to the other speciest reptiles with tiny dicks. This dildo was fashioned by my master’s.

Recalling from my memory, I got accustomed to this dildo as much as I got fucked by master so I can tell the similarities and differences between the two. For starters, they were definitely of the same length and girth and while the ribbed texture of master’s cock is more prominent than the dildo, but without my eyes or fingers, I cannot tell the difference. However, there is a significant difference when it comes to the knot. Master’s draconic cock comes with an oversized knot that would have been comically hilarious if I did not have to take it on a daily basis. And even though the dildo imitated the knot as accurately as possible, it will not increase in absurd volume when it successfully ties with a hole and sprays their cum. That was the natural feature of the knot that the dildo cannot replicate as I felt it plunged deeper and kissed my anus with the silicone knot.

Wait… The knot!

The thrusting has reached a point of attempting to bury the knot which, by my previous experience, was the halfway point of my training. But that should be levels away and the program should not include jumping that many levels to reach there. Either the machine had gone haywire (a sign to a possible dreadful event) or master had initially programmed it to do so. I waited for a few more minutes and noticed that something was off. Halfway through the usual program, the machine would be thrusting at intense speed and depth to the point tearing through my rectum if I’m not careful with my clenching (thus why supervision was always opted). But the dildo was just maintaining its moderate speed while occasionally teasing to bury the knot into my rectum.

This was new. I was more than convinced that master had installed a new program into the system when the rhythm changed once more into a shallow but speedy thrust. The tip of the dildo began rampaging on my anus, forcing me to maintain a clenched state for a period of time in order to allow smooth and painless access. One occasional thrust will travel deeper than needed, to distract me from my focus, before it insidiously went back to its rampage. The pattern was unpredictable and impossible to follow to the point that I was convinced that the machine was alive and sensing my body language. And despite the new experience with the machine, somehow, I was getting the feeling of dejavu.

I finally managed to put two-on-two together, when the machine changed its pattern once more, into a very familiar and vexing thrust. It was at a moderate speed, reaching moderate depth within all other moderations, but with two or three peculiar thrusts in a cycle, changing their angle to ram into my prostate directly. It was master’s fucking pattern! (Literally.) If there was any method of identifying a rapist based on their fucking rhythm, then this would be master’s modus operandi. He would always resort to this pattern since it never failed him to bring me to the edge of orgasm before intentionally missing my prostate and leaving me tethering over the edge.

Fortunately, the machine was not programmed to do so but just randomly hit my prostate, getting me to moan into the gag along the way. I cannot believe it took me this long to figured out that master had tweaked with the program to imitate his fucking pattern. It made sense why he would do it though. This whole arrangement was an anal training regime to prepare my rear so I could get used to any reptilian dick in the kingdom. I had always thought that machine’s typical and predictable rhythm of pumping back and forth while uniformly increasing in intensity was inadequate.

I guessed master heard and considered the one time I complained about it thus I got what I deserved. The biggest and girthiest dragon dildo along with various and unpredictable fucking patterns to produce the best tailhole in the kingdom. The machine cycled back its data and fucked me using the initial pattern of deep and slow thrust. After paying more attention to it, I realized that the dildo would grind the knot in a teasing manner. Master’s knew how much I love having his thick knot filling my rectum and squeezing my prostate. And he would not miss the chance to tease me with the idea, constantly reminding me how his knot can ecstasize me.

The machine lingered at a pattern for a few minutes before alternating into another, but the arrangements that master had prepared was all over the place thus I was always uncertain of the machine’s next move. Let alone the whole routine, the fucking patterns were also unpredictable and for each next round, the intensity would always increase a notch. The speedy thrusts became faster, wilder and more aggressive. The deep thrusts were angled and rotated in a more teasing behavior. The prostate ramming became more consistent that I cannot stop moaning for every thrust. It was a tiring training session. But I cannot help having so much fun with it~

The first few times when master fucked me, I was still a stubborn and prideful male tiger (still was) who would not enjoy having a dick inside of me, especially not from the tyrannous dragons. But somehow master managed to convince me to enjoy the dicking while I remained as his slave. And now, I would not even think twice whether to revel in pleasure or not. The next thing I knew, I found myself being joyous by a machine. It almost felt like master was there. Like this was just like any other time he would bend me over and fucked me silly. I would moan and encourage` master to thrust faster. To thrust harder. I just realized that I was moaning harder, praying that the machine would reciprocate just like master would. I was not disappointed when the cycle repeated again but at a higher intensity.

Many cycles of the strenuous fucking patterns later, the machine introduced a new rhythm. A pattern that I rarely received. A pattern that I have not felt for a long time. A pattern that I grew especially fond of.

It was a slow gyration but reaching deep in my rectum while angling itself during the thrust to reach my prostate. But it did not ram or squeeze that sensitive organ this time. Instead, it was more towards pushing and rolling it around, resulting in the therapeutic massage of my anus, rectum and prostate altogether. I did not need to clench, or relax, or do anything for that matter. Just enjoy the big dildo settling inside of me. Master rarely does this pattern since it was not meant for the sake of sex as a whole and master’s schedule as a war general usually denied him the luxury. It was a relaxing therapy, so we could both loosen up while basking in each other’s company, whether on the bed as we slept, or by the couch as I sat on master’s lap, or anywhere private; just for the sake of unwinding.

If I was not convinced of the machine’s previous attempts of successfully copying master’s thrust, then this should abolish any doubts. I closed my eyes that rested behind the blinding hood, to savor the sensation and actually imagine the master himself, present in this room, caressing me. I shuddered and moaned at the thought. The machine actually stayed in this particular pattern longer than the previous other and I was worried if the program might change anytime soon.

But as time flew by, I was convinced that it will remain in this style and god knows I would love to stay in this trance of being fucked by those hypnotic thrusts. I actually felt drowsy that I might be able to sleep in this bondage. I imagined the master’s figure once more. Goading me to sleep.

It has been so long since he fucked me like this. He would scratch my chin as he slowly thrust. I purred blissfully just from the idea.

And the gentle thrust would just go on.

And on…

And on……

Suddenly, my unbound ears flicked as I heard the click of an opened door. It was faint and distant, but with the depravity of my other senses, my hearing was heightened and I can confidently decipher the sound to come from the only door to master’s bedchamber. Was it afternoon already? From my relaxed stupor, I was quickly stimulated by the sound of approaching footsteps anticipating the arrival of my master. It was the usual heavy footsteps that masters always had, but somehow sounded even more pronounced and intimidating. I cannot tell whether he did it on purpose or not. My breathing quickened and my heartbeat raced by the seconds, feeling the pulses throbbing everywhere in my body; my hooded head, my folded limbs, my hardened cock. I held my breath as the lock clicked and the door creaked. “Hey there kitty~”?

“Mmmhuh~!” I forgot about the ball gag in on my tongue and drools started to trickle down my chin after my burst of exclamation. I heard master chuckled, probably entertained by my loss of composure and frisky enthusiasm. I felt the familiar hotness returned to my face as I was drowned in shame yet again. To be frank, any healthy living beastman required social interactions, regardless whether they were introvert or extrovert. It was food for their soul. Thus said, being the only tiger in the castle only contributed to the fact that I had been deprived of decent connection (as if I had not been discriminated against enough for being born pink). With that said, I was clearly justified in looking forward to my time with master. Definitely no shame there. But still I felt the familiar blush creeping under my cheeks.

“Cute little kitty.” He entered the small room, approaching my defenseless form, his savory musk from his burnt scales became more pronounced with every step. It must have been a busy day of roaming around the kingdom under the scorching summer sun if master was exuding this heavily already. Usually, these cold-blooded reptiles were always humbled by extreme temperature, as their nature did not subsist the ability to sweat or increase their metabolism. But with the help of advanced technology and ancient magic, most reptiles could now exist on par with other mammals. Not to mention master’s already vast magical affinity which allowed him to conquer any weather. Any terrain.

Any warrior…

“Does my kinky kitty have a musk fetish?” Master was standing close to me as I heard his deep voice booming right in front of me. As though I was not plainly erected already, being bombarded by master’s aroma never fails to entice me further, and I could not resist sniffing more of that earthy scent with a hint of spice. Quite recently, it was discovered that somehow master’s roasted scale has an aphrodisiac effect on me. Master must have intentionally basked under the sun for a long while in order to really roast his scales to the point that they were this delectable. My dick throbbed harder with every whiff I took. He was just standing there, making sure that I was inhaling nothing but his scent.

An inspiration struck me as I imagined how those scales would taste on my tongue. Whether the aphrodisiac effect will be more potent if I ingest it. Extending my tongue from the cracks between the ball gag and my muzzle, I attempted to lick master’s face that was breathing right on face, but I tasted nothing but stale air. Master mercifully placed his finger on my tongue and I was delighted by the notion, licking as much of that scaly appendage as I could. The taste of his sun-baked scales eluded the scent it represented. It was sweet when it smelt spicy. I could definitely get used to this taste. It took me a long while to realize that I have been indulging on that one finger for a minute already, resulting in a drolly mess on my chin. And it took me another minute to notice that it did have a more potent aphrodisiac effect when consumed. I could no longer control my throbbing dick.

“Interesting~ I can’t wait to exploit this new fetish of yours in your next training session.” By exploiting, master meant ‘consensually indoctrinating’ me to enjoy another kink, adding more items to the long list of fetishes that was successfully nurtured into me. I believed it was sometime after I started calling him master, that he started indulging in this new hobby of his. And what did master do with all that information? Master teased me, of course. Even as of right now, after finding out that I wanted more of that succulent finger, master pulled just a short distance away, rendering my neck stretched in order to reach it. After choking from my wrist cuffs tugging on my collar, I only managed a small lick at the tip and whined at this terrible taunt.

Master’s sadistic snickers was heard as he watched my plight. Soon after, my neck muscles ached and demanded that I rest and give up. Master was insistent to continue the game and lightly tugged on my tongue or scratched under my chin with his slobbered finger to persuade me into another trap. I had enough of master’s tease and figured that two can play at that game. The machine was still slowly gyrating into me and I oscillated my lower body in accordance to the thrust. This reduces the relaxing stimulation in my rear, but my aim was something else. After all that gym training that solely focused on my thighs and hips, my swaying messages should be obvious.

Master took a step back, assessing my sudden gestures and I could tell from behind my hood that he was gawking at the display. In my tight bondage, I managed to swing my fat arse back and forth, up and down, in a circular motion. In an enticing motion, I was sure of it. And if that was not enough, my bobbing blue cock would definitely do the trick. When it comes to seduction, I knew exactly how to make use of my body, most notably the exotic color I possessed. In a crowd of tigers, my pink fur would stand up and attract attention. But when my pink body is bare, my blue flesh will take the spotlights instead. I had demonstrated a good example three months ago.

Five years after the reptilian alliance seized the tiger kingdom (and made it their own) they capitalized the geographical position of this domain and ended the century long feud between beastman for all kin. And for the sake of commemoration, those lizards had a feast in the castle throne room to celebrate their victory. Master had a creative idea of chaining me to a makeshift pole in the middle of the hall, serving as a symbolic centerpiece for the night. At this point of time, I would not even bat an eye at the degrading notion. But I did have my own idea on how to make things more memorable. Imagine everyone’s surprise when I started to perform an erotic pole dance for their entertainment.

Every scaly eye in the hall stared in silent amazement before they started rooting for more of my dance moves. I threw a few gestures towards my master and he had to drink a few liquid courage, before he could not take it anymore and walked to the stage. Master went full throttle on my tailhole in front of everyone for the rest of that night. I succeeded to goad master that time, and I certainly got his attention this time. I made sure to puff my chest to present my blue nipples and sensually lick over ball gag with my blue tongue, all the while maintaining constant bobbing of my blue dick. I would have also showcased my blue anus if it was not busy with the dildo. But I definitely teased enough, when master grasped my dick with threatening pressure immediately halting my performance.

“Tease.” Pot calling kettle black.

Master tight grip on my cock made me tense as I anticipated what he was about to do to my vulnerable and defenseless self. I tried writhing around to shake off those cursed fingers but bound as I was in this small closet, I could not deny my master. Realizing that master’s grasp was somewhat stimulating, my next squirming attempt was to thrust into that hand, but master made sure that his hand followed my hip, minimizing the pleasure. I could not lose the distracting grasp nor gain pleasure from it. Master was purposely maintaining this stalemate as a crude method of reminding me to whom I belong to. Reminding me that I was always at his mercy. My breathing quickened. Not from exhaustion but more from the apprehension.

“Sing for me, little kitty.” I gasped at the sudden uncomfortable tightness around my cock. Master loosened the pressure after a few seconds, letting me comprehend what had just happened, before he continued with the squeezing again. This time it was longer, and I had to whine out of discomfort before he let it go again. Master ordered me to sing. Obviously I could not with the gag on. So that could only mean one thing. Master squeezed one last time before I moaned, purposely making it loud. His grip loosened instantly. I was on the right track! Now to further satisfy master. I continued with the moaning despite the lack of stimulus and the scaly thumb which was resting at the tip of my cock started to twirl around it. Bingo.

With the helping dildo below me, I moaned following the thrusts, demonstrating to master how an obedient slave would ‘sing’ for him. The twirling thumb progressed to slow strokes and my moaning became even more genuine. Occasionally the grip will tighten slowly, coaxing a louder and needier moan from my throat before returning back to the slow stroke. If this was an orchestra performance, master was acting as the conductor, signaling me when to play my part while using my sensitive organ as his conducting baton. It was humiliating. And the fact that I quickly deduced master’s cryptic instructions was even more shameful. Over the years, master had successfully rendered me submissive and compliant to his every whim. This performance continued for a good while.

“I really want to play with you.” Master stopped with the stroking and I followed suit by ceasing my moaning so I could listen to his conversations. “But I have a peace treaty to settle and you still have the other half of today’s training.” Reminded of today’s agenda, I mentally prepared myself for the upcoming event. Master finally let go of my cock and I heard him tinkering with the machine, probably setting up the cum tank. The first half of anal training was to train my anus to handle any size and any kind of cock pummeling into my tailhole. The second half however, which will take the span of the whole evening, was to train the capacity of my gut to store dragon cum.

“For today’s quota, it’ll be two medium-sized tanks.” That was a high bar to meet. I can confidently take two small tanks, and my record volume was one large tank. My limit will definitely be tested and master really wanted me to be able to handle his size. Being the biggest dragon in the kingdom (with the largest dick), master’s libido would also be hefty in a sense. And whenever master squirted his whole content in one seating, which was often, I always failed to maintain strong composure and ended up spilling most of his seeds, making a mess of our rutting venue. Master mentioned that his average volume was estimated to be two medium tanks, which was exactly today’s quota. That would mean that if I passed today’s training, then I could finally (and theoretically) take all of master’s cum. The sentiment excited me.

“As always, I expect you to perform splendidly.” And as always, that usually meant almost impossible goals, but nothing new there. It was just another day with another challenge.

“Ready?” Ever the considerate master, I heard the signal to brace myself. Then I grunt once. The slow prostate massage started gaining more speed and losing its rhythm. It was gradual and slow but surely changing the pattern into the familiar prostate ramming, but deeper to the point of constantly nudging that thick knot into my tailhole. The purpose of this whole sequence was enabling the machine to plunge the knot in, before it starts pumping the milky solution into my gut. The knot will act as plug to prevent those addictive cum from leaking and from there all that was left was for me to withstand the pressure of being filled with the volume.

I moaned blissfully when the machine picked up the pace. Usually the machine, apathetically thrust back and forth and force the knot in after a period of time. But with the newly added personality, as demonstrated during this morning’s training, gave off more flavor and pleasure to the thrust. I was reminded again of master’s thrusting pattern when he was about to tie his absurdly thick knot into me. I recalled the many times I was brought to orgasm in synchronicity with master’s climax. So far, the new programs did a good job of imitating that scene and if the machine stayed at this tempo, I might actually achieve anal orgasm.

I might actually achieve anal orgasm…

A sudden revelation as it dawned on me that I was not equipped with anything on my cock. I was not allowed to orgasm without master’s permission, thus, very frequently, my dick will be adorned with magical (and sinister) equipment for the sole purpose of withholding me from orgasm. Usually it was a tight cock ring that denies the wearer orgasm or a cramped chastity cage that stimulates the wearer with various sensations. But I had nothing on me as of currently. And the moment the machine successfully buried the knot, I will be overwhelmed by enough stimulus to push me over the edge, just like the other times master brought me to anal orgasm.

I need to remind master about this before it is too late. I was about to grunt three times, giving out an early warning to master so that he will have enough time to figure out the problem. But then it struck me the idea and consequences of not notifying master. Of letting the program proceed as designated and actually reaching the euphoric release of an anal orgasm. I will be stealing an orgasm from master and he had made it very clear that it was prohibited to do so. But it was so tempting and I was so horny. Master promised that I will get my orgasm when the time comes and he always kept his word. But my mischievous aptitude could not resist the window to accidentally go over the edge because of master’s own inattention. I even thought up the excuse that I could use by shrugging it off to the fact that I also forgot, when I absolutely did not.

The machine was getting stronger and faster now. The knot putting unrelenting pressure on my anus before retracting and channeling momentum for another attempt. Each thrust getting more pronounced than the previous and I cannot help but moan with anticipation. This was it. I was really getting it. I lost control of my breathing as I pant uncontrollably. I tried to synchronize the gyration of my body to the machine in hopes of increasing the stimulation so I will reach that peak faster. But my excitement clouded my civility and I could not keep a poised motion. The only thing I could do was to focus on the stimulation in my tailhole. I was so close… Just a little more……

“Oh! I almost forgot.” I did not register master’s statement until he grasped my cock once more. I was shocked but not rejecting the sensation since that very touch to my dick was what I needed to really set me off. I felt the ever-delirious sensation of my cum creeping up my prick, ready to burst out. And then a metal rod forced its way into my urethra, blocking the opening and pushing all the cum back into my balls. I screamed desperately into the ball gag, but what came out of my throat might as well be a pathetic mewl as my approaching orgasm was ruined. My brain was telling me that I was in the state of climaxing, but the tension in my dick did not promise any pleasure. Instead, it was painful when my balls wanted to push the cum out only to meet with an immovable obstacle. I actually struggle at my restraints, wanting to break free from the bondage and to bring relief to my oh so sensitive dick.

“Oh! Did I ruin your orgasm? That was a close one, huh~?” Master’s joyful tone aggravated me to the very bone. Master could clearly see the frustration from my body language and that probably satisfied his sick sadistic hunger. I want to hit master. I actually want to punch his perverse grin that was most definitely plastered on his face right now. But this godforsaken bondage was too much. I was too helpless to even express my emotion. He was still holding my tortured dick and maintaining strong pressure on the plug, ensuring that the blockage would l not go anywhere anytime soon. He did not wait for me to catch my breath before he agitated me again.

“How long has it been? One month? Two months?” It had been six fucking months! I thrashed again at the restraints and earned a chuckle from this heinous dragon. This malicious, nefarious, wicked lizard! No… Stop. Deep breath. Master just wanted to see me entertain him with my futile attempt of letting out satisfying fury. But if I remain calm and collected, I will deny master the amusement and I will win this battle of wit. The faster I cooled off, the quicker master would get bored. I took another deep breath, unhindered by the fucking machine. I just realized that it had stopped moving after it successfully nestled the dildo’s knot into my rectum. I was so angry and frustrated that I did not realize the thick sensation penetrating my arse. It goes to show how much I really wanted that orgasm.

Master was still seizing my dick, keeping me in a tensed discomfort in hopes that I retaliated with more displeasure. But that was not going to work anymore. I had reached enlightenment and maintained a peaceful state of mind, impervious to any provocation or teases. An ironic thing to mentally say when I was presented bare naked with my aroused hard-on. Master was silent for a surprising amount of time. I was not sure whether master was thinking of more ways to annoy me or he was admiring my firm and strict psyche. Whatever it was, I won the battle. I defeated master in his own games. I was contented for the achievement of the day.

But I was not prepared for what he had to say next. “Were you trying to steal an orgasm?”

I was thankful for the hood because my eyes widened in shock behind it. If master saw my facial expression, I would appear more suspicious to him. I gave out two consecutive grunts but not too fast that I appeared panicky or guilty. Being a strong political figure, master knew how to read people along with possessing a persuasive charisma. And in all of our games of bondage poker (loser wears bondage items), I never managed to get master to wear anything.

“Or did you also forget about your chastity? I honestly can’t tell~” His tone sounded honest but I knew master long enough to not let my guard down around him. I gave one grunt. Not too fast. Not too slow. Putting a pinch of sadness in my grunting tone as if to hint that I was hurt that master did not trust me. All those poker games actually taught me how to lie proficiently and I definitely nailed my façade. Master would not be able to read me.

“So little kitty simply forgot about his chastity. And little kitty was not trying to steal an orgasm.” It was no longer a question. Master was spelling out my testimony. Did master give up on the interrogation? No. This was another trick. The tone he used was awfully laced with sweetness, as if he was talking to a close friend. Along with master’s presence leaning towards my bound body while his other hand reached to my cheek, rubbing it gently, it confirmed my suspicion that he was abusing his amazing charisma to guilt trip me.

“Because little kitty is a good kitty. Right~?” It hurt me that he had to use that nickname in that fashion. It was a title built on trust. The same trust that I was about to betray. I almost forgot to answer his questions, did not even realize that I was appearing hesitant. Master was waiting for my response, while maintaining his grip on my still hard member. All I had to do was grunt once. Say that I was a good kitty whose master could depend on. That I was a good kitty that master could always bet on to win challenges. A good kitty that deserved his tender loving care. A very good kitty… I surprised both master and myself when I grunted twice.

“So you were trying to steal an orgasm from me?” The grip tightened. I was crushed by the feeling of guilt from my own revelation and I grunt once to confirm my new testimony. The hand constricted harder but not to the point of painful tension. Yet.

“And when you had the window to remind me, you instead chose not to.” It was no longer a question, but I answered truthfully anyway, giving out a pathetic mewl. The hand on my face traveled to my torso, master’s clawed fingers drawing on my pecs threatening to cut through the skin.

“Bad kitty~” I was sorry! I was so sorry! Please have mercy on me… This guilt was terrible! I lost my composure and started writhing around, forgetting about my bondage along the way. I just wanted to do something. Anything! To apologize to master. To make amends!

“This calls for a punishment. Kitty knows that, right?” Kitty knew! Kitty was sorry! Please be gentle on kitty! I nodded in my limited hood, staring into the darkness hoping that master would see my gesture. I was remorseful. And punishment was the only way to curb this guilt.

“It has been a while since you’ve made a mistake worthy of punishment.” I could feel multiple claws trailing my cock now, dreading the sensation. This was it. I was about to be punished. And I deserved it. For being a bad kitty who wanted orgasm... I deserved it……

“But alas, I still got unfinished business to do. So I can’t personally punish you right now.” Master stood straight back up letting go of my entire being. The blast of cool air as my master's warm body left me made me perplexed. It took me a while to control my breathing and a longer while for the following information to dawn on me. Master had his peace treaty to settle.

“I really want to relax tonight... And I don’t think I’ll have the energy to punish you after work...” Was I about to be spared from the punishment because master was busy saving the continent? The thought of avoiding a penalty did appeal to me. But I was still miserable with guilt. And this unbearable emotion is even more uncomfortable than degrading shame. By hook or crook, I need to be punished.

“I got it!” The sudden interjection shook me. Had master figured out my punishment? Master must have activated the machine because it started whirring back to life. There was no thrusting nor movement though, with the dildo resting completely inside of me. Then I noticed a new sensation of warmth spreading from my rear. The machine was pumping cum into me.

“That should do the trick. I have to be off now. I can’t believe you distracted me from my duty. You know how important this peace treaty is to the both of us.” Distracted master? Master was the one who started the teasing game and kitty only retaliated accordingly. But that was beside the point. Based of master’s earlier comments, he sounded like he had started with the punishment. But this was not a punishment. This cum pumping was just my next designated training for the evening. Did master make a mistake? A rare occasion, if it was. I wanted to tell master of this fluke but before I could make three decent grunts, he had already left the closet and locked it.

I was alone again.

Somehow that dreadful reality never failed to scare me. Previous event did quiet the number on me and I felt sore around my restraints. I could actually stay in most bondage positions for a long period of time, if I want to be proud of it, but I unnecessarily struggled and squirmed a lot, putting a lot of strain on my constantly folded muscles. I was definitely going to feel this ache after this training. After the excitement had left my nerves, I managed to relax and focus on other something. The machine squirted another dose of dragon cum into me.

My next training had begun and oh boy did I looked forward to this part of the training. Partly because I do not need to do anything. Just ‘sat back’ and relaxed while the machine does its things. The only strenuous part of this training is at the end game when the pressure of the cum filling my whole gut track started to be unbearable. But even by then, all I had to do was still maintain strong hold of my anus and keep those cum in. I even had that huge plug of a knot to keep the cum from leaking. The other reason why I cherished this training is because of the properties of the cum.

One would think to that being marked by someone’s cum would be the deepest point of subjugation (that was still the norm actually). But these special concoctions were magically and chemically adjusted by master to meet my daily nutritional requirements. According to master, he formulated a recipe which allowed this milky solution to be absorbed from the gut as easily as possible. If I maintain my hold long enough, I would have absorbed all two tanks in a few hours along with all their wonderful benefits. And the magical part of it was that the nutrition absorbed will be stored in my body until metabolized. I could go days without food and water with just one medium tank.

Besides the nutritional profit of this cum, there was also the healing properties of it, probably another magical features master had implemented. Originally it was meant as a topical medication on my whole rear in a case of injury from excessive usage, but master managed to improve it by tenfold. It also helped with muscle soreness, itchiness and cleanliness. As evident from a few minutes of cum pumping, I could already feel the ache in my joints losing its presence. Not to mention the burst of invigorating energy. It feels as if I had just woken up from a good night rest. It was amazing how master made creative use of his natural talent.

There was also a few other tweaks and adjustments that master had disclosed to me. Such as the muscle gaining benefits, aphrodisiac uses, sensitivity enhancements, and the addictive taste (that last one may be a bit questionable). But I grew to see past the fact it was master’s cum and actually enjoy the feeling of it inside of me. Master made sure that today’s cum was especially warm to really reenact the feeling of him claiming me. The gratification of getting said cum straight from the tap felt even more satisfying. I instinctively clenched on the dildo, hoping to milk it of the precious seed. I just hope that I will not spill it when it got too much.

I remembered that one time I was not used to the training regime, and spilled a good volume of it from the get go. Honestly, master expected too much at that time and he knew well enough of my limit. But apparently, it took a lot of time and magical energy to make those formulated cum, and he expressed his discontentment with a light punishment. He pumped what was left of the tank into me and plugged my hole, to leave me with that pressure overnight. Of course, I learned to get used to the tension by then. But honestly, the punishment was child’s play compared to what I was taking now.

Speaking of punishments, this was not even that bad. Again, it was supposed to be part of my training to begin with. And I start to wonder how master would have really punish me for attempting to steal an orgasm. Master could be quite creative with his disciplinary method and I feared the idea that I need to confront master about this and get a more appropriate chastisement. All his punishments were always unpalatable, but effective at teaching me a lesson. I always avoid making the same mistake whenever I could. And I would definitely avoid that one mistake which cost me the worst punishment to ever received from master.

It was during my second year of slavery, which was the second year of the Reptilian Alliance complete dominance over the continent ever since they seized the castle. I was miserable for the first few months, being introduced to various tasks and chores unbecoming to a proud tiger warrior. Multiple mistakes were made here and there, and various penalties came with it. But I learned to improve in hopes to minimize my suffering, and by then, the dragon general had deemed my behavior acceptable and obedient enough to meet someone particularly important to him.

The whole castle was ordered to prepare the arrival of reptilian elders from the south. From where all the reptiles originated and habituated. From where the ebony dragon called home. Important elders from many different reptilian tribes converged that day to discuss their next plan with the Reptilian Alliance. As usual, as a living memento of their conquest, I was used by the dragon general to be displayed in the most humbled manner, in order to please the elders. I did not fail to amuse most of them (not that I was trying to). Being helpless with minimum clothing would have been shameful for any beastman, but at that point of time I was already numb to the degradation.

The big black dragon never stopped showcasing me though, and he especially had me on my best behavior in front of a particular elder. It was another dragon. The elder of the dragon tribe. I did not pay attention to most of their conversation, but it had come to me that the dragon general respected this elder very much. Apparently that elder was his teacher and guardian who raised him and nurtured him. I took a few glances toward the elder and he always stared back at me with pity and worry. He did not seem amused by my whole enslavement. When his discontentment was noticed by his students, he took the opportunity to voice out his concerns.

The older dragon blatantly criticized the general’s unfair and unjust sovereignty by keeping me enslaved for the rest of my life. The tyrant argued back, with manner and civility, and actually gave his justifications why his respected guardian’s claim was wrong. He declared that I was mostly punished for mistakes and frequently rewarded for obedience. As much as it pained me to admit it, he was right. He treated me fairly decent as a war prisoner and decently fair as a personal slave. I turned back my gaze to the dragon elder, to hear his part of the debate. He stared straight into my eyes a long while, then he gave his next counterpoint. He asked the tyrant, but it felt like the question was meant for me, whether I was given a choice or not in the matter.

What choice? The moment my coward excuse of a lion king went missing and neglected the whole kingdom, I had no choice but to take over and bring order to the panic. The moment the Reptilian Alliance reached our border, I had no choice but to stay behind to buy some time. The moment the black tyrant’s vast magic overwhelmed the whole abandoned castle, I had no choice but to comply to his term to ensure the safety of my kin. I never had a choice then. And I do not understand how I could have a choice now. I turned my head to the black dragon to see him pondering his master’s advice, entertaining the idea. He was wearing his usual shit-eating grin.

The general suddenly agreed with the elder and admitted that he was not completely fair when it came to my wellbeing. He boasted about how important it was that the whole continent acknowledge his lawfulness and integrity, in order for him to realize his goal of world peace (via conquest). He even designed a paragraph apologizing to me, making it obvious that he was not being sincere but more playful of it. He preached about the rights of any living being, regardless of their power and worth, to be able to make a choice in life. And finally, he gave me an ultimatum. A choice between slavery or freedom. A choice between misery or peace. A choice between life or death.

It took me a while to register the words of the sadistic dragon. How was that a choice?! Either I choose to continue the life of slavery or just discontinue living at all. It was not fair! And he knew it! He was grinning at me the whole time I displayed hopelessness of the situation. This play at fairness and justice was just another method of toying with me. And the elder dragon who suggested this idea remained quiet throughout the whole trial. I would plead to be spared. I would degrade myself just too live longer. I wanted to live longer. I wanted to live…

But why?

It hit me harder than a falling meteorite when that question appeared out of nowhere from my subconscious. Why do I want to live? I never had any close friends or families throughout my life as a lone adventurer. I had plenty of stories made in my name to be considered a legend throughout the continent. And I could and would proudly die as a noble warrior (or at least what was left of my dignity) who saved his kin from unnecessary bloodshed. Not to mention, living was only bringing misery at this point. The longer I pondered, the more appealing the idea became. I raised my head to meet the tyrant to see his face turning from cocky to bewilderment. I took a deep breath before I said ‘I choose death.’

The whole hall stayed silent and only the elder dragon gave out the same question but with more clarity and more understanding. The empathetic teacher only wanted to affirm my decision and I could feel it in his voice that he wanted me to answer with strong commitment. I turned to him and gave the same answer, only to feel an immense level of tranquility as I imagined the end of my torment. Often times, I felt fear of death when faced with mortal danger and unspeakable horror. But never had I thought that choosing where and how I die could feel peaceful. The elder seemed satisfied with my decision and I took another glance at the conqueror.

He was displaying nothing. A neutral expression. Just like any time when he did not want anybody to read his face. He suddenly stood up, maintaining his stoic demeanor, and yanked at my collar with a sudden tug. He was walking quickly out of the hall while maintaining strong hold on me. No one tried to stop him as I was forced to keep up with his pace. With the short leash and restrained limbs, I was mostly dragged to wherever the black dragon was taking me. My mind was racing with many questions as I try to predict the unpredictable thought process of the dragon general. Was he going to execute me personally? Was he taking me somewhere secluded to do the deed? Will he make it quick and painless? Will he not?

The scenery quickly changed from the bright candle-lit throne room filled with beastmen, to the quiet evening along the castle halls, and end with the cold atmosphere of a dungeon. My mind began to conjure new theories, and all of them came out dark and dreadful. Was my choice not aligned with master’s calculated predictions? Did I disappointed master when I did not conform to his expectations? He was a beastman of his words and he never failed to keep his promise to me so far. But there was always a first time for anything. If that was the case, will I be punished instead?

He chained my wrists to the ceiling and my ankles to the floor, leaving me standing vulnerable to his whim. He added a bit gag, probably to muffle any noise that I might produce. I flinched at the sight of a familiar flog used to whip me into obedience. So this was it then, in the torture chamber, about to be disciplined once more for disappointing my enslaver. I regretted for not considering the possibility of the stubborn tyrant to take back his promise and subject me to more pain and suffering. I regretted for trusting a dragon in the first place. No one was perfect to their core and I was about to be tormented for believing so. I closed my eyes, hoping the pain of being whipped to be reduced from my lack of anticipation. I did not realize I was already taking my fourth lash when it landed on my sensitive neck.

But even then, it was not painful or smarting like a usual whip mark would leave behind. I felt two more lashes came on my torso before I willed myself to open my eyes and see what was happening. I saw the flog in motion towards my body, but it landed pathetically and barely even tickled me. The black scaly hand wielding the torture device was shaky and unstable. I will myself one more time to take a glance at my torturer’s face only to see an expression unbecoming of him. He was not angry due to the humiliation in front of his peers. He was not happy as he sadistically punishes me. He was also not disappointed from my betrayal.

He was scared.

He did not keep his stoic poker face anymore. Probably could not. His mouth gaped as he panted in nervousness. His eyes dilated and brows contorted upward. He would have sweated profusely if he biologically could. He took a long moment to will his shaky fingers but the whipping action always ended up flimsy and sluggish. Each lash he forced on me was less productive and more chaotic than the previous. The black dragon realized his shortcomings but he could only resort to pathetically screaming into flog as if he was blaming the tool and not the hand equipping it. After the tenth lash, he threw the flog on the floor and stormed out of the torture room with a fit of anger. Leaving me hanging all alone.

What was that? Was he really scared? Off what? Certainly not the bound slave who could do nothing. But the black dragon was really staring at me with genuine fear. Was he faking it? Was this another ploy? I did not see any benefits to this pretense, much less a goal. Maybe I was just that stupid. But his fear really did feel real. It would make more sense if he was disappointed or angry after what I had said in the throne room. But instead, he was fearful. I felt bad. Did I do that to him? I did not mean to, if I did. What did I even do? Whatever. I should not be responsible for his feelings anyway. Any problems that he had was his own to solve. I had nothing to do with it. It was not my fault. I should not feel bad about it.

This uncomfortable nagging in my chest was eating away my very being to the point unbearable guilt. I just stood there in quiet contemplation, wondering if I was actually meant to be executed now. Execution via starvation, left forgotten in a secluded dungeon. Left to die all alone in this quiet room. How long had I been standing? An hour or two? Maybe more. My legs were trembling from the prolonged forced position. I would soon have all my weight rely on my chained wrists and that too will be sore overtime. It was uncomfortable but I went through worse. Punishment that was physically troubling. All the more reason I should not feel guilty towards my punisher. I was reminded of the dragon’s face and how troubled he looked. How hurt he was.

I heard the dungeon door opened and a familiar silhouette came into my view. It was the black dragon’s figure and I managed to get a glimpse of his face when he approached me. He looked worried. He sounded worried. The black dragon was cursing at himself as if he regretted making a terrible mistake. I felt my chains unleashed, and the moment my wrists were free my sore legs failed me and I fell straight down. Or I would have, if the dragon general was not there to catch me. I was shocked by his willingness to assist me but I was not ungrateful for it. I would have tried standing back up but an unexpected gesture from the dragon himself had me baffled. He scooped up both of my legs with one arm and supported my back with another. My whole body was lifted and the black dragon cradled me out of the dungeon room.

I was so confused. I had never seen this side of the dragon general, and I do not know how to respond to his actions. The way he carried me was not rough. As a matter of fact, he tried to be as gentle as possible, as I noticed each step that he took, emphasized on minimizing the bumping as he strode. I took a glance upward to see his face staring straight forward towards where he was walking. His face returned back to the stoic neutral face, unreadable and incomprehensible. Just like his polarizing actions as demonstrated tonight. What did he want? Why was he doing this? It was so much easier when he was just sadistically toying with me. But tonight, everything just felt weird. And awkward. And warm. And safe…

I closed my eyes, just letting the bumping motion of his walk lulled me to sleep. I noticed that I was tired already and almost did not realize when the motion had stopped and I was gently placed on a bed. His bed. I was summoned to his bedchamber multiple times already and I recognized the familiar air of the room. I opened my eyes to see the dragon sitting on a chair besides the bed. Staring at my laid body on the bed. If he wanted his way with his slave, he could have forced his way like he usually did. But not this time though. When I tried to get up, he would gently push me back down, insisting that I rest for the night. Tired as I was and fearing that I might spoil his mood if I resisted, I complied and let him have his way.

But it did not take long before I felt a shift of weight on the bed when another body was sitting on the bed besides me. I did not flinch or respond to the feeling of warm scaly hands rubbing my forehead. I took another look at his face to see the same neutral face. I did notice an additional detail which was his also tired dried eyes. I wriggled sideways to give the dragon more space of his own bed. It did not feel right to bed all for myself, especially since I always ended sleeping with him on this very bed to satisfy his sexual needs. And it felt even more awkward after all the gentle gestures the black dragon had been exhibiting. It took him a long while before he decided to take my invite.

The dragon laid down next to me, still clothed, and just remained there for the whole night. He did not make any move or signs that he wanted to satisfy his sexual urges. The head patting did resume and occasionally his other hand would trail my body and slowly rubbed. Normally, this would have felt invasive and degrading, even after the numerous times of being summoned to his bedchamber to entertain him. But just like his other actions that this dragon had performed tonight, it was a direct opposite. It was comforting and soothing. What was with this change of heart? Did my decision to end my own life triggered something in him? Does he want me to live?

I would somewhat understand the sadistic dragon craving for a submissive captive to toy with. But I was just a replaceable slave that you normally do not bat an eye to look at. Maybe I was the only pink tiger in the world, but there were plenty of other exotic creatures out there, the black dragon himself included. So there was absolutely no reason for this tyrant to be obsessed over me. No reason at all for him to be upset when I was gone from the world. No reason for him to be hurt from my decision. But the black dragon general did end up hurt. I could not stop reminding myself of the face he wore in that dungeon. How desperate he looked. I did not mean to.

I was lost deep in my own thoughts before I heard the dragon suddenly apologizing. It was a soft muttering almost like he did not want me to hear him. But with the quiet standstill ambience, it was easy for me to pick up all the details. I was curious as to why he was apologizing. The dragon later continued his muttering and I found out he was sorry for the ten lashes he gave me tonight. His fingers trailed at some part of my body that was whipped earlier. It did not even hurt that much. I had undergone more unpalatable punishment before. He then added that it was unfair of him to punish me for something undeserving of it. Maybe I did deserve it.

I thought that was the end of it until the dragon opened up another topic. Regarding the earlier evening’s event, the dragon offered to me that if I really wanted to be put out of my misery, he would arrange his time to prioritize my mercy killing before anything else. I was definitely taken aback by the sudden announcement but I did not know how to react. Did the dragon not want me to live? Why did he offer me a chance to be euthanized again? I took a short glance to the black dragon, to read his facial expression again. But he stared back at me with the same detached face. I could not make my decision not knowing what the dragon wanted. Then again, I should not make a decision based on his wants if he really was giving me a genuine ability to choose.

But what would my answer be though? Do I still feel inclined to be euthanized? Why would I not be? There was no more reason for me to live, was there? But what if I choose to live again? It will be living a life of miserable slavery, no? How do I know it would be miserable? Was it not for the past two years? I was fine with the fact that I was treated me, at the very least, somewhat fairly, right? So, do I feel inclined to live instead? There was an inkling of desperation, was it not? But those were all just leftovers of my survival instinct. All of them? What left, was there? So I decided to die? Why not? End all this misery, no? Do I not want to finally sleep? To finally rest? Then I choose death?

I do not know. I just do not know. I want to feel safe. I want to be at peace. I was tired so I also wanted to sleep. I turned my body to face the dragon, not comprehending my instinct to be close to that warm scaly body. It felt nice under him. Very nice. I felt the movement of his hands as he reciprocated my action and invited me closer to him. We hugged. This was not the first time that we did this. But it was the first time it felt different. Throughout this whole night this black dragon had done nothing but being considerate and impartial. With his streaks of sadism, I almost forgot that he was just another beastman who was capable of feelings. I almost feel sorry for indirectly hurting this black dragon.

But I never did apologize to him that night.

I heard deafening silence as the machine’s humming stopped along with the cum pumping. I was knocked off my recollection when I felt a new movement in my rectum. Was the dildo retracting? Had it done pumping the whole two tanks of cum? I was pretty sure I had more room in my gut and I was pretty sure that there was more to give. I realized then that the dildo was not retracting, but gyrating. The movement became more erratic and obvious by the minute, to the point that I could not ignore the stimulation. It was fucking me while I was still knotted!

This was definitely new. Was this also part of the training? It feels a bit less merciful than the previous thrusting that I had this morning. And I did not recall any of master’s thrusting patterns that was demonstrated here. Not to mention, the constant stimulation was purposely directed towards something as I felt a gradual need in my dick. It was pleasurable. It was not a surprise with that huge knot ramming all of the sensitive organs inside. My breathing quickened as it reached a point of extreme. It was too pleasurable. My dick could not stop throbbing. My throat could not stop moaning. And I might actually cum from this. If the vile urethral plug was actually none existent.

I was about to reach the point of no return as the machine cruelly increased in intensity and pushed me over the edge. I orgasmed a second time that evening, but with the rod inside stopping the rising cum from bursting out, forcing it go back into my balls, leaving me hornier than before. The machine stopped its machination a minute after my orgasm ended and I was left breathless in the once more silent closet. The machine returned to its regular program of pumping cum into me as I was left to assess the situation. What was that? Did the machine break and go haywire? What should I do if that was the case? Will it do it again?

I could come up with nothing. Mostly because of the distracting frustration that was agitated by the second ruined orgasm of the day. The machine stopped pumping again after giving me a plentiful dose of cum and I shudder at the thought of what was coming next. Good news: It was not an aggressive thrusting this time. Bad news: It was an aggressive vibration of the whole dildo. I moaned from the sudden exertions and nervously indulging the stimulation that I begrudgingly knew was about to be unfruitful. It did not take long to bring me to edge with how the huge dildo was buzzing at incomprehensible frequency especially with that thick knot acting as the main attraction.

Just like the previous event, I screamed from the ruined orgasm, the machine returned back to cum pumping, and I became more lascivious than ever, praying for an actual end to this torture. Torture? Torment… Punishment! This was the punishment master was talking about. It all made sense now. That sadistic dragon always had a symbolic knack of dishing out certain types of punishment based on my (honest) mistake. Like wearing a muzzle for a day for speaking out of line. Or being bound in an armbinder for clawing at an infuriating crocodile. Or enduring consecutive ruined orgasms for trying to steal an orgasm from master.

The machine began a new torture and I was definitely surprised by the revelation. The knot of the dildo expanded and contracted in an alternating cycle. This was not fair! I always wanted the dildo to have the ability to expand its knot when it tied in me. But not when it was used to specifically punish me. I moaned out loudly, craving that familiar size of being filled by master’s thick knot. I would have loved this feature at some other time, but as of now, I was filled with desperate pleas for it to stop. I was brought to the edge quicker and faster than the previous two in this cycle. The fiendish urethral plug came to my mind when I was barraged by another blocked orgasm.

The cum pumping resumed, I started to have second thoughts about its healing and invigorating effects. The consecutive stimulation at extreme proportions would have normally rendered me knocked out and would I love to skip this whole session. But my mind remained active, and my body remained vigilant, all ‘thanks’ to the cum boosting my strength and tenacity. I started struggling in my bonds actually hoping to break it. The cum could always fix any self-inflicted injury so I did not hesitate to go full out in my bondage. The machine stopped pumping cum and I howled in desperation, wanting to get away from the imminent torture.

I failed to run away however. The bondage and the fucking machine managed to make me feel more helpless than I thought possible. The leather band actually felt tighter and more constricting as if it realized that I was desperate to break it. I swore, master must have laid some amount of magic in this thing if that was the case. And somehow, realizing that fact only made the bondage stronger, leaving me completely vulnerable to the machine below me. It crushed all hope I had for an escape. It was master’s punishment after all. It would not be one, if I actually did not learn my lesson. I had accepted my fate but still I could not help fidgeting when the program commenced.

How many times had I been denied? I could not tell anymore. What I could tell was that the program somewhat progressed with each cycle repeated. During the morning training, the thrusting pattern advanced the level of intensity by either increasing their speed or depth or difficulty. But this time it was different. The program had evolved the torture to include a combination of the stimulation. At first it was a combination of two; motion with vibration, vibration with expansion, or even expansion with motion. Each combination never failed to torturously bring me over the edge. I did not realize when I was subjected to all three at once.

I thought it could not get worse than this. When will I ever learn that it always could? I thought I grew numbed from the stimulation when the cycle was getting longer for me to reach the peak. But after three or four (ruined) orgasms, I realized that the machine was getting slower. And weaker. And smaller. And the moment I reached the edge I finally noticed that the machine was not decreasing in intensity. It was balancing the amounts of stimulations to inflict on me, making sure I was maintained at the tethering state for as long as possible. The machine was edging me.

Was it able to sense and measure my state of arousal? It must have been one of those new features. Despite growing in an archaic society where you had magic to do all your bidding, master invested a considerable amount of time studying the technological advancement of other species that could not use magic. Actually, he innovated a new way of incorporating both elements to do his bidding. Was this machine another example of that? I would like to ponder more on this topic but I was in the middle of my punishment when I hit another ruined orgasm. It was surprisingly stronger than the previous. Actually, the strongest denial I had tested yet.

It must have been from all the edgings. I dread the idea of what it will be like to be subjected to this treatment any longer. I need to imagine no longer when the machine brought me over the edge another four times, each consecutive edge longer than the previous and each denial more impactful than the rest. I just wanted to rip my dick off at that moment. Unnoticed by me, the machine had reached the point where it had perfected the balance, holding me on the edge, for a very long period of time. It had not come to me that I was stuck in a state of extreme edge, when I actually craved to hit the orgasm denial.

With the urethral plug still persistently existing in my urethra, I thought I would not want another orgasm until that torture device was out of my dick. But after being edged for so long, I forgot about all the frustration of the denial and whined in this prolonged state of torment. This was too much. I tried struggling to find more stimulation. Tried bobbing my dick up and down letting it smack on my abs and spraying precum all over. I knew that I will be denied the satisfaction, but at least I will reach the edge and the machine will stop its torture momentarily. But that did not happen.

When the machine sprayed the milky solution from the cum tank while still stimulating me, a dreadful thought came across my mind. The machine had deemed me ultimately stuck at the edge of stimulation and continued with my training of storing cum.

That was it. That was the limit of my sanity. Fuck this training. Fuck this punishment. Fuck this machine. With the burning frustration, I cannot stop blaming and lashing out at everything. Fuck my body for being pleasurable. Fuck my brain for wanting orgasm. Fuck it! Fuck all of it! My anger was truly out of control. It had no direction and no relief. Fuck the Reptilian Alliance that instigated the revolution and discriminated me. Fuck the old lion king who left our kingdom behind and left this mess for others to clean up. Fuck my mas… Fuck my…… FUCK MY MASTER!

Fuck this black tyrant of a dragon! He was the one punishing me. He was the one inflicting this torment on me. Fuck him! Fuck all of him! I found a decent punching bag and I directed all my outrage towards it. He claimed himself fair and just, but this punishment feels very unfair and very unjust. I just want my orgasm! Was it my fault that I had no patience to follow master’s plan? Was it my fault that I was not obedient enough to him? Maybe it was! But so what? Fuck master and his plans! He could not do this to me! He could not… The burning passion was dissipating. No... It was changing.

Master can’t just leave me in the closet unsupervised. Master can’t just leave me with the machine to punish me. Master can’t just leave me here. All alone… He can’t! All I felt then was a strong sense of longing for another. When was master coming back?! Please master! Stop this machine! I was sorry for trying to steal an orgasm from you. I promised I will not do it again… Please master. Come back! I could not take this punishment anymore. It was unbearable! I had learned my lesson. I really did… Just please come back! Please come back… Master! Please… Kitty was sorry… Kitty was very sorry... Come back. Please… Master…

Please come back……

Knock. Knock. Knock. “I’m coming in.” Master came back~!

“Are you ok? You were making a lot of noise. I didn’t think you heard me entering the room. Heck, I heard you moaning from the door. Wow! You’re sweating like crazy. Must have been hell of a punishment. Here, I’ll turn off the machine now. You’re purring so loud I can feel the vibration from here. Did kitty miss me that much~?” Master was here~! Master came back~

“I was worried the machine might go too far. Maybe it did actually. It was still a work in progress, I admit. Using magic and machines together like that can sometimes be dangerous. At least, there’s no damage that my healing magic can’t fix. Except maybe a broken soul... Is your soul broken?” Master came back to kitty~ Master came back~

“Hey kitty. Take a deep breath. You can relax now. No more training. No more punishment. And no more work from my end. It’s just you and me right now. Just relax. Deep breath… Yeah. That’s right~ Just like that. Slow deep breath. Relax… It’s ok now. I’m here.” Master came back~ Master… Kitty missed master so much~ I still could not believe that master was actually here.

“It seems like you finally calmed down. You’re good?” I grunted once to affirm my master. My head was in a weird mental space just now but master managed to pull me back to the sane state of mind. Master’s familiar deep voice and slow encouragement helped, along with his soothing rubbings on my bare fur. The scaly fingers reached my dick once more that day.

“Amazing! The plug almost came off~ I should tell you that this urethral plug has some magical properties.” Was to be annoying by denying orgasm part of its properties? “No matter how much I like to see my kitty squirm in horny need, constant teasing and prolonged denial is unhealthy.” No shit! “My magic can heal the body, and to some extent, the physical part of the brain. But a broken soul is a complex matter and no magic in the world can fix that.” I just realized the dire implications of master’s words. Then why the fuck did master risk putting me in such a dangerous situation? Sensing my muffled angry retorts, master continued his explanation.

“The urethral plug was supposed to measure the wearer’s state of my body, mind and soul and eject itself as a failsafe before you reach the breaking points. And by the looks of it, you were definitely almost at the edge of breaking point.” Master was teasingly twirling the urethral plug, and I could feel the edge of it right at the tip of my head. “Actually… No. According to the trail of magic that I’m picking up from the device, you were in this state for a long while. The plug was ready to eject itself any seconds of the punishment. All it needed was for you to slightly give up on life and it would have prevented you from crossing that line and given you an orgasm.”

I did not quiet catch that. Was master saying that I could have cum? I tried to mentally deduce what master was saying, trying to figure out the trick to remove the plug. “I always knew that you have a strong emotional resilience, but this is something else. If this was an interrogation or torture, any normal beastman would have been broken if they underwent this punishment for as long as you did. But for some reason, you didn’t break~” I felt the familiar tightness on my manhood, whenever master got excited with the play. “What made you strong, little kitty~?”

How was I supposed to know? This nonsense about magical energy originating from the soul and strengthened by the will of the emotions all sounded like a foreign ancient load of bull (or archaic dragons in this case). I was good with swords fighting and bounty hunting, but being smart was never my thing. And even if I used my brain, which I was as of right now, master was asking me what part of my feelings was preventing me from orgasm? I believed every single part of me wanted to cum right now! My master was expecting an answer, but all I could give was short strained shrugs with my bound shoulder, hoping that master could see that I got nothing.

“Is that so…” His hand left my being and I felt him nudging at the dildo inside of me. “No matter. We have other business to attend to anyway.” I could feel the machine was retracting the dildo and I braced myself for the exit. I had to relax to allow the knot to exit safely and quickly clench back my anus so that none of that precious fillings would be spilled. “Splendid~ You took most of the two tanks. And barely a drop! I’d say you’ve been trained well.” I blushed at the compliment. Master was always peculiar with the training and depending on my performance he would react differently.

“And a job well done means a well-deserved reward. Right kitty~?” Master closed the door. After inhaling deeply, I tasted the combination aroma of master’s musk and mine. The scent of spicy scales mixed with sweaty fur brought me to the familiar heights of arousal. And with the lack of ventilation, it only took a few minutes for the whole room to be filled with that aroma. Master’s scent became even more prominent after I heard the sound of clanking metal hitting the floor and rustling fabrics being disrobed. It did not take long until I felt master’s whole person against me. Fingers against flesh. Scale against fur. Master against kitty~

“Here’s your reward~” Master was already hard and the familiar pressure against my tailhole excited me. After all the shenanigans I went through today, it was fairly easy to take master. But there were still a few differences here and there, that the dildo was not equipped with. Such as the additional hands and fingers roaming around my body and embracing me. Along with the deep grunts and moans as master inched deeper into me. And the oh so warm body which sent a tingling sensation all over my body.

“Don’t forget the knot~” Master had already hilted inside of me, save for the thick knot. I met the same obstacles as I always did, struggling to fit that wonderful piece of meat, but as of tonight, I will not falter. Usually master needed to perform a few thrusts to force his way in, but now, he just had to put slow and gentle pressure and I would open up gradually, taking the whole entity inside of me. We moaned and grunt in unison as a pop sound was heard before waiting for each other to catch our breath.

“Very good kitty~” A well deserved compliment for a sensuous achievement. How many tigers in the kingdom can fit that knot in a short notice? Just one kitty~ We stayed that way for a moment, with an occasional playful tease from master’s finger. A pat on the head, scratch under the chin, tweak at my nipples. All teases, but not to the point of maddening pleasure. Just a relaxing one. That was the whole point of tonight’s activity. Just a slow, gentle, and relaxing rutting. As if on cue, master’s embrace shifted to a more stable grip, and he started moving his hips.

The machine had nothing to master’s thrust. I will be honest that the machine did an admirable job of imitating master’s pattern. But this particular technique was something very unique, that I did not think another living being was capable of. Admittedly, the machine this morning did it without the knotting, but master had other factors to make this so enjoyable. He was actually present here and that fact alone drove me giddy. I moaned lovingly, not from the insane pleasure or infuriating tease, but just the lovely relaxing massage. I moaned to beg master, not to speed up nor slow down, but to continue. To not stop. Don’t stop~

I felt master’s hand behind my head, his body was closer to mine now. He breathed on top of me and another hand behind my back pushed me upward into him. My dicked squished between the two abdomen and that pulled another pleasurable groan from my throat. The fact that master was still moving did not help either, rubbing his scaly abs on my needy dick. He chuckled after realizing that he was teasing me, but apparently that was not his attention. I was slightly distracted (by the accidental tease) that I did not realize master had removed the ball gag, releasing my muzzle. It was a short relief however when it was quickly replaced with master’s muzzle and tongue.

The smell in the closet was a barrage of sexual musk and with the kiss commencing, I was getting the full blow of master’s aroma inside of my mouth. I groaned uncontrollably, despite the lack of movement inside. The entry introduced master’s taste directly on my tongue and I could not resist getting more of it in me. I started lapping desperately for master, but he was maintaining a stoic state. Once I started having more command on my nerves and poised control on my tongue, master became a more active player and we wrestled our tongue together. He had the upper hand though, with his thicker and longer tongue, reaching places inside of my mouth. But he did not overdo it. He was just there to embrace me orally and unwind me down.

While a new sensation was exploding in my mouth, everything else maintained constant stimulation and once I got used to the kissing, I could start putting my focus on the other fun bits. The fucking never stopped, never losing its rhythm, maintaining a constant massage in my rear. Both of master’s hands started roaming my body and feeling me up. Two hands found my ass cheeks and they started groping it in turn to the thrusts. The caress was meant to unwind my glutes I was sure, but I could not help but blush by the sheer force master was claiming me. It feels like I was his to mold into whatever he wanted. As if I was not already~ We parted our lips for a brief moment. “You’re clenching a lot. Just relax little kitty.”

“I’m sorry.” Master’s snout came back to me and we continued our smooching. I could not resist the excitement of having master on top and inside of me so I spasmed around that awesome knot. Master was not deterred to stop and warn me this time. He trusted me to put myself into a placid state as I had done many times before. Maybe tonight was especially difficult due to some newfound awareness. But I will not disappoint master and do my best to make this as enjoyable as possible. I forced my lungs to take a deep slow breath with my available snout, since my muzzle was busy with master’s. And gradually, I got used to multiple stimuli all around my body. It was not even that overwhelming. My anticipation had just exaggerated the whole process.

Everything remained constant at that point. The oral embrace, the slow thrusts, and the scaly rubs. The sensation was mediocre compared to the training I had this morning and the punishment I had this evening. But it was definitely relaxing and I moaned at the prospect of staying this way for the rest of the night. I could feel master’s tensed grin as we kissed each other but he did not increase the pace of our performance. I could appreciate that. I just want to stay in this peaceful state of mind for a long time. It was also warm and safe especially with how big master was towering above me. One of his hands had roamed to my back and hugged me again. The other was reaching my prick.

He did not grasp my manhood like any other time he did to exert his dominance on my body. It felt more gentle and more welcoming especially with how he trailed his whole fingers in an intricate dance. It was not teasing or hurting that piece of flesh. Master was massaging it like how he did everywhere else on my body. I felt even more tranquilized when he used the urethral plug to reach places I never thought I could reach. When the plug started twisting and rotating, to attack points on my dick that was tensed, I was overwhelmed initially. But master made sure that it was slow and gentle so a few minutes of getting used to it led me back to the peaceful state of fucking with master. I never thought I would actually enjoy having that torture device inside of me.

“Kitty~” We parted our lips yet again for a brief moment, just for master to call me by my name and proceed with the copulation. We stayed that way for a very long while.

And the closet door finally opened the next morning.