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Cold stone was illuminated only by torches burning out smoggy smoke. Big gray stone rectangular blocks with metal fittings every few feet or so stretched as far as the eye could see. Funnily enough Cold Stone was the name of castle and dungeon that a certain captive was held in. Who was this captive and what was his state? Well he was a wolf named Jack, hailing from a small village in the middle of country. It was a small island of peace among the warfare and pillaging of the dragon empire. That had changed very quickly with the draconic forces sweeping in and Jack was enslaved at the ambush's end.

At the moment he had his head and hands locked into a pillory board with his legs manacled. His clothes were mere rags from the wear and tear of forced marching and whipping into the lair of the dragon that now held him prisoner. Jack didn't bother to struggle at all by this point, his body and back sore from the constant non-stop movement he had to do after his capture and during his transportation to this dungeon. Yet he wasn't given much of a chance to rest once trapped here in this stone cell. He was forced to kneel for hours after being left here from the positioning of the manacles on his ankles. The chain between the manacles occasionally gave off a small jingle as he moved slightly in an attempt to get comfortable. Though his tense and wrinkled face showed it really wasn't working all too well.

Time became an abyss in this place. He stared around the dimly lit cell he was in many times for lack of anything else to do. There were no windows that allowed daylight to enter into this forsaken place. He huffed a bit to himself, his body shivering in the wavering shadows of the torches that did nothing for the chill of the stones what so ever. Details of his uncertain situation began to run through his mind. Jack had only rumors of the fates of those captured by the dragon armies. He wasn't even too sure how his village was found, who exactly held him captive, why he was imprisoned here, and he sure as hell didn't know what in the world was going to happen to him. All he did know by this point was that someone was coming as he picked up the sound of the door slowly opening due to his keen sense of hearing. It was all that he had left in the dimly lit dungeon besides his sense of touch and smell since shadows and distance blurred everything else in here. Then again anybody should had been able to notice that the door was shuddering in its frame with the impacts of someone walking towards it.

The door creaked open, a giant iron slab caked with a light coat of rust. The hinges went and protested the movement to the pain of Jack's own ears. Then in HE came, towering so high on two legs that he actually had to bend slightly to enter through the doorway. Jack knelt there in silence as he heard the giant dragon approaching, a large dark outline gradually gaining definition. Jack ended up staring right up in utter shock and awe, noticing how large and powerful the dragon had been sending Jack's own tail to flee between his legs and over his behind. Yet with this closer look, Jack as able to pick out some details about the dragon in front of him.

This dragon stood almost ten feet tail. Smooth black scales with a white underbelly that glimmered under the dim torchlight. Bat-like wings rested by the dragon's sides like an honor guard and a thrashing tail behind the dragon looked ready to strike down any attempt, no matter how unlikely for Jack to lunge at the dragon. Every muscle from torso to arm and leg was impeccably defined, as well as any piece of rare metal statuary the wolf had seen in his life. However as mesmerizing as the physiqe of the dragon was, Jack's attention was arrested by the gaze of the dragon, harsh, sharp, sadistic, the color of molten gold and those same eyes had led the charge that destroyed the wolf's village.

Jack had his stomach drop as this dragon, known to the empire as Lord Rraron, the one who had ransacked Jack's home and brought him here showed razor teeth and a disturbing lick around the mouth with a fleshy tongue "Hello Bitch" the dragon said, coupled with a swift kick to the wolf's abs built over farmwork. That powerful draconic foot that dealt with tons of weight upon it dug into Jack's chest and sent the canine's mind on fire. Wicked talons that could have gutted Jack and removed him from the horror he was about to experience, mocked the idea of being a deliverance and added to the pain as the top of their arch solidly connected with Jack's stomach. The wolf gasped heavily in pain, the kick rendering the insult the spice to the bitter course of pain he was dealt with. Jack muttered to himself about the pain he was forced to suffer. "There's more where that came from you piece of trash." The dragon said, going to seizee the board in which the wolf's head and wrists were locked in and pulled it up. "I'm going to have some real fun with you!" A predator's gaze locked onto what meager modesty Jack was able to keep.

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The rest of Jack's pitiful rags were torn away in a few claw swipes. Those claw tips just barely dug into Jack's skin, leaving some stinging welts on the wolf's body. As for the dragon himself, he wore naught but a simple loincloth, but a hill of a package told all just what type of sword the dragon was wielding. The whole however was turned around to face away from the dragon leaving Jack's virginity open for plundering. With one hand holding Jack up, Lord Rraron let his loincloth fall, letting a rapidly hardening cock stand in the dungeon chill, a monster of masculinity as much as the dragon was. Proud and nearly more than a foot long, twitching madly at the sight of Jack. Rraron's cock looked as eager as its owner to be buried into Jack's ass!

On Jack's end though at first he struggled just softly inside of the headboard his arms and head had been trapped in. Yet now the fear of this dragon doing even worse things just caused him to just sit there quietly as he whimpered like a true bitch would. The feeling of the cold air now fully on his body allowed him to know that nothing could protect his dignity now. His pathetically smaller cock and balls looked like nothing in comparison to the powerful dragon's, an additional element of unrealized humiliation. He could only hang there whimpering quietly and wondering what the dragon was doing. The dragon, Lord Rraron had not made any other sound he could hear and the headboard had bound his neck so tightly he couldn't turn to peek at Rraron's actions. Yet Jack was fearful of what the dragon COULD be doing at this moment and with the hints of musk coming to the wolf's sharp nose. Jack had a pretty good idea of what his future looked like.

Sadly for Jack, lube was a luxury that Rraron decided the bitch in his hand didn't deserve. So the dragon went and just rammed his organ in, spreading wide Jack's hole like a meteor impact. Jack's silence only remained for a little longer until he felt a massive item the size of an arm cramming it's way right into his tight asshole. The wolf screamed and cried out in a horrid mix of pain and pleasure, pain being more than pleasure yet this did confirm his thoughts on the matter. In spite of any protests or maybe because of them, the dragon used his hand to move the wolf up and down on his cock. Squeezing around that lupine torso and flicking that wrist with several well developed muscle groups behind every movement. The canine was used as a mere masturbatory aid, thrusting and growling came from hips and throat. Jack felt the large dragon grip him and start to pump his body up and down, using him as nothing but a cocksleeve to dump a quick load into. That length which invaded Jack's insides poked around in places never poked before. Jack gasped and screamed in pain, his ass clamping down upon the dragon's massive tool, his insides being silky despite the sudden stretch so it only caused this to feel better and better for the dragon.

Rraron continued his thrusting, growling in pleasure as the smooth folds of Jack's insides. "That's a good toy, I'm going to use you till you drop." The dragon began to deep thrust with the following words "And There Is Nothing You Can Do About It." With the final pounding, the dragon released his load. A massive flood of dragon sperm went flooding Jack's insides. His small intestine was stuffed with the force of the flow, then it began to drain into his large intestine. The dragon pulled out of Jack's ruined virgin hole and the vacuum action drew some cum out as well. The wolf was held in the lord's grip, dripping slowly from his hole. "Get used to this feeling, cause it'll be your friend for every day of your pathetic life." The dragon said reveling in the view of a utterly used and broken wolf.

Jack continued to scream and basically cry out in pain, his body felt like it was going to be split into two from the extremely rough fucking he had received. His asshole would never fully close after this point and to make matters worse, he just had the largest load of his life blown into him, it being so large that his stomach swelled from all of the cum and caused him to look like a pregnant whore at the same time. Jack let out a soft sniffle to himself as he felt the dragon finally pull out. He couldn't even speak as his ass was hurting far too badly and his stomach clutched in pain from the cum swelling inside it.

The wolf was thrown to the floor and left there for a moment or two so that the filling that he received would soak into him. He let out a soft yelp, laying on the ground with his bloated stomach. Then the dragon began to unlock the wolf from his bonds. For jack it felt nice to have some freedom of motion again. Yet Jack didn't move too much as it made the cum and his own insides slosh and ache. His asshole was so hurt that even twitching sent bolts of pain up the spine so the unchaining didn't feel as good as it should have. If only that was the end of it for Jack. Sadly the destruction of his asshole was merely the beginning. Lord Rraron was still hard, his solid black dick still standing proud after unloading inside the wolf. The stamina of dragons was legendary and Rraron was not yet done with breaking in his new toy. With his hands and taking aim the black dragon began to pump his cock. A wave of pleasure began to build up in the dragon's maleness once again. The memory of slamming into the wolf, sending his captive bouncing up and down till that wolf belly was made to jiggle with dragon milk had Rraron's balls churning. Jack groaned as he laid there, opening his eyes to see the barrel of the dragon's large and thick cock pointed right at him and ready to shoot at him.

The dragon loved the shocked look as Jack realized what was primed in front of his face. That was the trigger for Rraron to spew yet again another load with full force. Jack's eyes remained widened until he saw the first blast of cum coming towards his face and body, in which he just barely managed to shut his eyes and hold his breath. He was blasted all over his muzzle with hot sticky pure white cum. It found its way into his nostrils, and seeped into the fur making it mat up in several places. The force of the blow even knocked the wolf tumbling onto his back. Taking advantage of this, Rraron began to stroke himself off faster even as he rode the crest of his peak. Continuous streams began to shoot out of his rod like geysers. Jack was bathed long and hard in the seed of dragons. painted almost entirely white in the thick, sticky, hot, and certainly musky cum of Rraron. Dragon balls were the pinnacle of sperm production, no other creature could compare. Wave after wave came from deep in Rraron's insides to flood Jack under a storm of cream. The sac of the dragon raising and lowering like some maniac in the process of excessive weight training. Soon the wolf was caked in seed that just never stopped coming and coming. He lay there smelling like a well used whore, coated the wolf in a heavy, thick, foul smelling pile of cum. The scent would likely never wash off by this point either, it would cling to his fur and skin so he'd always be marked as like a town's designated relief for sexual frustration.

[ Now that the wolf was thoroughly soaked to the bone in cum, Rraron had decided what to do next. What more could he do to Jack, lying there in a big mess on the ground, panting and huffing as he stunk like an overused glory hole, his fur being covered and coated in the sticky, musky, thick seed? Parade this cum rag out throughout the estate, letting all see what example the dragons would do to those who would not obey their rightful overlords. The reptilian hoisted the wolf to his legs. An shove was given to start the wolf marching again, reinforced with a worn leather riding crop that the dragon retrieved. The wolf was soon out the door of the dungeon and into the halls of the dragon's lair. He walked into the well furnished home, a heavy blush on his face as he looked like a pathetic cumdump bitch the entire time he walked along. It was only a while before he noticed the difference between the dungeon he left and the area he walked in Where the inside of the dungeon was primitive, the interior living space was richly decorated. However that also meant that Jack would be dripping all over the carpet as his tailhole gaped from the abuse it had not yet recovered from. Seeing this, the dragon had that crop lash out on Jack's buttocks, sending it clenching as he walked through the halls in shame.

Lesser dragon servants smaller than their lord were at work cleaning and maintaining the household. They all however watched the defeated wolf pass them by with glee in their eyes. They recognized the look in Lord Rraron's eyes. Jack would soon likely to become the laughing stock of the manor and while Jack was just hoping that the tall dark dragon didn't allow other people and animals to use him too, it didn't seem likely that his wish would be granted. In fact if he knew that he was destined to serve even the other captured furs as their lesser, he would feel even worse about his situation. Either way when their lord would be done with Jack, either retiring to bed or engaging in affairs of state, it'll be the servants' turn to ensure Jack was reminded of his place. The wolf was forced all the way into the audience chamber that the lord used. A giant golden throne was the centerpiece of the loaction. However that wasn't all, the arms and weapons of defeated leaders hung on the wall, there was the little fact that they reeked of cum for some strange reason. All throughout his walk Jack did his best to ignore the stares and giggles of joy the servants had by staring at him. He wasn't proud of his current state, as he stunk of cum, looked like a complete bitch, and was in a good amount of pain with his abused asshole. He just slowly managed to get himself into the throne room with Rraron at his backside. The utter humiliation of the servants and such pouring into the room made him feel horrid. The fact that both males and females would see him this way locked his fate of being nothing but a cumdump as nobody would hold respect for a wolf that couldn't even defend himself. Then the servants began to file all into the audience room. Rraron took a seat and smiled at Jack and then said the words that sealed the wolf's fate. "Have at him lads." The servants dove onto the helpless wolf and at the end would truly drown underneath that hot cum, the beginning of the rest of his life in Cold Stone.