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Benefits of the Prison for Sanmer by Draconicon

"Some employee of the year I am."

Grant shook his head as he started pulling on his guard gear, rubbing at his cheek a bit as the transformation began. It wouldn't take long for the bruise to fade away under the new body he was getting, but he couldn't exactly forget it.

The cheetah-becoming-orca leaned against his locker, sighing as he waited for the procedure to complete. It felt good, but it was something he was accustomed to by this point. Even the feeling of his cock being stretched out to fill the cock sleeve part of it wasn't a sufficient distraction from his memories of a week ago.

After the Bondage Benefit for the prison, he'd gone home a happy man, carrying his trophy in one hand and a series of pictures from the event in the other. He flipped through them on his walk to his car, enjoying the different sights and embarrassing situations the dragons on stage had been manipulated into.

Perhaps it had been bad luck, or perhaps his attacker had been planning the assault for a while, but the cheetah had been ambushed before he reached his car. Knocked to the ground and beaten on, Grant had only barely been able to make out that the attacker was a dragon, and even that was difficult to determine due to the other's darker scales. It had been like getting attacked by a shadow, and he was still bouncing back from it.

Of course, like a good guard, he'd told the Warden and the police about it immediately, but he doubted they'd do anything anytime soon. A random attack was hard to trace, even with resources like the Warden had, and after a week of hearing nothing, he was ready to give up on it.

He was just getting his equipment tied to his harness when his communicator beeped. The visor he wore filled up, and Grant blinked at the sight of the fox Warden.

"Grant here, Warden."

"I know. I called you, remember?"

"Right, sorry."

"I have some news regarding your case."

"Did they find the punk that suckerpunched me?"

That was the orca part. The more he transformed, the more it came in, the aggression as well as the dominance. It didn't take much to bring it out. The fox nodded in the visor.

"As soon as you're finished with getting suited up, come to my office. I have plenty for you to see."

"Got it, sir. Over and out."

With the other guards already filing out towards the prison blocks, Grant didn't have to fight the crowd to go the other way. His forced-hard cock brought other thoughts to his mind, other things that he would do to the dragon if he ever caught him. Things that would remind the dragon of his place, things that would leave him...punished.

The orca reached the Warden's office and knocked on the door. He barely got a response to come in before pushing the door open -

• And stopped in his tracks. His mouth slowly fell open as he saw the Warden slowly circling a dark scaled dragon. The dragon in question had a few bruises on his face, and one across his arm as well as the marks of a stun-gun used on his side. Unlike the other dragons in the prison, this one hadn't been processed, not wearing a cock sleeve yet like the others.

More than that, he recognized the sneer on the dragon's face. This was the one that had ambushed him in the parking lot. He turned to the Warden.

"How...I thought the police couldn't find him."

"You'd be surprised how much help I can be in cases like this." The fox shook his head. "I don't approve of this sort of violence in general, but he not only attacked one of my employees, but my employee of the year. Now, I couldn't just let that stand, now could I?"

"But -"

"You forget that I keep cameras everywhere, Grant?"

He honestly had. It wasn't like there were constant reminders of the little button sized cameras everywhere in and out of the prison; they were inconspicuous, keeping people from noticing them. Which was all part of the point, he supposed; the fox was known to have quite a few private videos from the best times of the day.

But that didn't matter. The dragon that had the gall to beat him up was now here in the prison, and could be treated properly.

"Thanks for catching him, Warden. The courts -"

"The courts have agreed to allow me leeway here."

"They - how the hell did you swing that?"

"I have my ways, heh."

The fox walked away from the bound up, kneeling dragon towards his desk. Grant followed him, keeping one eye on the prisoner and the other on his boss. The fox gestured to a number of tools and toys atop the desk.

"Feel free to indulge yourself, Grant. I want to make sure that this dragon knows what his place is by the time you're done punishing him."

"You don't want me to take him down for processing?"

"Good lord, no. You think that he deserves the regular treatment?"

"Not really."

"Good. Then we're on the same page." The white fox gestured to one tool in particular, near the orange cock sleeve that the prisoner would wear. "I don't normally do this, but I think that after getting beaten down, you need a little...release. So for today, I'm letting you be the Warden over this one new prisoner. Do whatever you think needs to be done to break him down."

Warden. The orca picked up the little remote that Warden Sanmer had pointed out. It was one of the most recognized tools in the entire establishment, and there was only one. It could tighten and loosen handcuffs and ankle cuffs, alter the numbers of any cock sleeve at will, or control the nearby guards if needed. Obviously, Grant wouldn't be using that last function, but the others...

"I'll be leaving you to your work."

"You trust me with this prisoner?"

"You're employee of the year, aren't you? Who else could I trust for this?"

The fox chuckled as he walked out, leaving Grant alone with the thug that had taken such glee in beating him up. The orca brain wanted to punish the dragon, beat him down just as he had been beaten up. But the part that was Grant...well, it wanted to see the dragon broken in a whole other way.

"Prisoner is alert?"

"Fuck -"

The orca pulled a crop off of the table, smacking it against the dragon's ass hard enough to make him jump.

"Prisoner is alert. You have been sentenced to time in Sanmer's Dragon Prison, to be decided by the Warden, but likely totalling no less than ten years for the assault of an officer. You will be bound to the service of the guards and Warden and guests of the prison, not allowed to refuse service without the consequence of time added to your sentence."

Grant picked up the orange cock sleeve, slowly calibrating the starting numbers for it. Most prisoners started at a neutral 0, enough to keep them hard, while those that were particularly well behaved on the way or just a bit nasty had the number bumped up or down by one.

He turned the dragon's down to -10.

"Your uniform will consist -"

"Let me go, damnit!"

He brought the crop down again, right on the dragon's inner thigh.

"Your uniform will consist of a cock sleeve, one, and whatever else the guards of the prison decide is appropriate for your body. You will not complain, nor will you make fuss, or you will be assigned to a correction cube until you are of a proper mind."

Grant knelt down, cock sleeve in hand. The dragon's cock was already getting hard, though whether that was something the Warden was responsible for or some strange need to submit the dragon was in denial about, he didn't know. It made putting the cock sleeve on easier, though, and he grinned as the orange fabric rapidly shifted to fit itself to the dragon's cock properly. The dragon started grunting almost immediately, squirming in his restraints, but Grant didn't feel worried. They were too tight to be escaped.

"Prisoner is now experiencing part of the discipline of the prison. The cock sleeve that he wears now is set to -10, which produces a high amount of stimulation and a small secretion of drugs to ensure that the shaft of a male is kept hard."

"Wh-what the...fuck..."

"Prisoner will find that his genitals will not be able to reach orgasm, regardless of stimulation, until the number is brought to a point above zero."

"Get this thing off of me!"

"Prisoner will continue to wear the sleeve for as long as he is an inmate in Sanmer's Dragon Prison. He will find that the number will change either as time passes, going lower, or by servicing guards, getting higher. A blowjob to two guards is worth one point -"

"I ain't sucking you!"

"And being fucked anally is worth one point."

The dragon was redfaced as all hell, but Grant smiled to himself as the prisoner was starting to slowly thrust forward. The orca stepped forward, his own cock-sleeved shaft starting to bounce in need. He swayed it back and forth in front of the dragon.

"Will you serve?"

"Go to hell!"

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Grant smiled as he grabbed the remote. He pointed it at the cock sleeve, and smirked as the dragon suddenly looked worried.

"You're at -10 right now. Let's bring that down to -20."

As he pressed the button, the dragon screamed, reduced to lustful whimpers in seconds as he humped the air like a rabid beast. Inside, Grant flinched a bit, but outside he grinned as wide as he ever had. This was what someone got for thinking that they could just do what they wanted. This was proper order and punishment.

The End