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A Public Performance for Sanmer by Draconicon

"You'd think that they'd have made something that's a little more...normal...for a fashion show."

Vincent tugged on the latex clothing that the fox had made him wear. The dragon couldn't believe how tight it was, the white material running from his shoulders and upper arms all the way down to the midpoint of his thighs. It was like a biker's suit, except - supposedly - much stronger and better suited for the bigger guys, and made to protect them from the wear and tear that could happen if one fell off of a bike.

Of course, that was all well and good, but the tightness of the material meant that everything could be seen, and considering there was only one spot on the entire uniform where it wasn't white, he knew just where everyone would be looking.

The dragon pulled on the black spot over his crotch again, only to have it come right back to where it had been resting just a few seconds ago. The tight black material was more or less an extra protector, according to his employer, but he found it to be an annoying piece of material, constantly clinging to his cock and - to his embarrassment - making every bit of detail all that much easier to see.

And considering how much the crowd was booing off the traditional bits of clothing, something told him that he'd be getting a lot of cat-calls about what he was showing off in this thing.

He reached down and adjusted the black spot once more, though it was just as pointless as the first time. The last model, a lizard with a tight shirt and tighter shorts walked backstage, shaking his head a few times. Vincent caught his eye, and the lizard shook his head; the crowd was being pretty tough tonight.

Well, at least it's just one walk down the runway, and then I get paid. Just think of that paycheck. That big, fat, paycheck.

He just hoped that the fox kept his word on the matter. The last thing he needed right now was to get that rescinded and have done all this for nothing.

Thankfully, the fox didn't seem to be anywhere that he could slip away from. Even from his spot backstage, the dragon could see the white-furred sponsor sitting in one of the commentator booths, sidled up to a microphone. Strange that he was wearing a lab-coat, though; he thought that the guy was a fashion designer, not some sort of scientist wannabe.

Soon, his name was called. Vincent took a deep breath, threw on a smile, and walked through the curtains onto the main stage. The flashing lights and the powerful blasts of sound and sweat rolling off of the crowd nearly knocked him off his feet, but the dragon continued to stomp down the runway. He had never done something like this before, but he figured that it was similar to the sports runs from his high school days. Summoning that confidence wasn't too hard; he just had to remember to keep it slow.

It would have been easier if it weren't for the feeling of all those eyes on the crotch of his suit. It wasn't like he wasn't used to being ogled; being a dragon, he was relatively well hung, and there'd been more than a few people in high school that had looked, on both sides of the fence. He just wasn't usually in the position of advertising it so much.

He made it all the way to the end of the catwalk before he realized that the music had stopped. Vincent paused, looking around for some sort of explanation, but none could be seen. The dragon looked towards the commentator table, and blinked at the sight of the fox slowly getting to his feet, taking a microphone in one hand, and holding a remote in the other. A remote, he was rather surprised to see, that wasn't all that different in color and texture to the black part of the suit he wore. He was still staring at it as the fox opened his mouth.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd apologize for the interruption to the event. I'd apologize for shutting down the music, drawing your attention off of some of the other ho-hum garments. I'd apologize...except that this is worth it."

The fox pressed a button on the remote, and suddenly, Vincent's arms and legs snapped outwards. The dragon stared at his body, stuck in a spread-eagle position without his consent, and most definitely without his intention. He looked back and forth, struggling against the sudden bondage he was put under as the fox kept talking.

"Please draw your attention to this body-suit. It looks, at first glance, like a latex version of the riding outfit that so many cyclists use. A one-piece exercise garment that would help with sweating out so much fat. Not a bad start, but it could use some more to become particularly exceptional. If you would look down at the black crotch?"

He could feel the eyes drawing south on his body, and Vincent's cheeks started to burn in embarrassment as he felt something about the outfit change. He could barely look down past his muscled chest, but what he could see sent a shiver of shame running down his spine.

The black spot over his groin had spread. Not far, but enough to form a circle around his cock and balls at the front of the suit. More than that, it had formed a tube that sucked his cock forward, allowing it to grow. And considering that the suit was actually stimulating him, the latex squeezing and stroking and smoothing itself over his cock to the point where he had to bite his lips to keep from moaning, his cock was definitely growing.

As it reached a point of full erection, his arms were pulled back behind his back, and he felt the latex start running down his arms towards his wrists. From the elbows down, they started to melt together, forming another restraint that kept his arms behind his back, even as the control over them started to wane.

Despite his struggles, he was no closer to getting free than when his arms and legs went out of his control. Even as he pulled at his arms, his legs marched him to the very edge of the stage, his toes hanging over the edge as the latex around his cock continued to stimulate him. It left him throbbing, his cock bouncing in front of all the viewers, hanging out as if he was naked, though completely covered to keep things 'modest'.

He hated the fox for that, and glared at him for this as the scientist started talking again.

"As you can see, this suit pushes his genitals out to the fullest extent, while still allowing them to remain covered. There is not a decency law in the country that would punish him for working out like this, and with this remote, a trainer can not only reward him, but punish him if he were to take too long at a given task."

"Looks like a porn suit to me," shouted one of the audience members.

Vincent had to agree. It was like he was being controlled for some sort of erotic photo shoot, particularly as his hips were forced forward and made to thrust hard for the audience. His face was burning hot, and he couldn't keep all of his moans back anymore, his eyes closing as he let out soft whimpers and yelps as his cock was assaulted with all sorts of pleasure from the remote controlled black latex.

He was turned around all of a sudden, and bent over. He wondered what the hell he was being made to do now, but as his ass faced the audience, Vincent felt a sudden growth in the back of his clothes. The dragon wasn't completely unfamiliar with types of stimulation back there, and he shook his head rapidly.

"Oh, no no no no, no, you gotta be kid - mmph!"

He'd barely been able to muster a dispute to it before the chest of the suit somehow grew a ball out of itself, and shoved it into his mouth. The ball snapped a line around his head, tying itself off behind his head like - no, just like a ball gag. The dragon blushed even worse, knowing his protests were completely stifled.

Meanwhile, the back of his clothes continued to slowly grow towards his ass, producing what felt like a plug from the latex suit. It pressed more and more firmly under his tail, and the dragon groaned, shaking his head as the pointed tip began to part his hole. He shook his head from side to side, but the gag stifled everything that he tried to say. However, it most definitely didn't stifle his moans, something that the fox capitalized on.

"As you can see, regardless of the embarrassment factor, the suit is quite good at getting its wearer to be aroused by its many mechanisms. There are models that will keep the wearer in chastity for as long as the remote-holder wishes -"

Oh, fuck, you can't be serious.

"- but that isn't the purpose of this demonstration. I want to show you how good this little latex suit makes anyone look. And the best way I can think of to do that is to show this dragon in the best possible light. After all, everyone looks good in their afterglow."

Vincent gasped as he realized what the fox meant to do to him. As the latex suit pushed the plug in from behind, he was spun around and pushed down to his knees. His hands remained behind his back, and he was left to kneel before the crowd as the fox spun a knob on the remote control, turning the stimulation of his latex-covered cock up to maximum.

The dragon couldn't move anything but his head, and even that, he could only move to turn from side to side. He couldn't speak, only moan, and as the latex squeezed and rippled up and down his cock, teasing him constantly and in so many different ways, his moans never stopped. The latex rubbed his balls, squeezing them; it ran up his shaft, bloating as the slick inner layer pulled off of his cock, only to tighten down against it and squeeze it again as it rolled back down towards the base.

It might not have been so bad, if he were alone, but he wasn't. Vincent was constantly aware of the huge audience watching as his cock was stroked by the latex suit, teased and driven to a point of throbbing, begging for relief. It bounced up and down, and the dragon heard some of the audience members talking to each other, placing bets on how long it would take him to cum.

He doubted any of them expected him to last less than ten seconds, but that was what happened. As his face burned red from the stimulation, he came, filling up the end of the latex sheath around his cock. As his orgasm overwhelmed him, he was forced to sit up straight, and as his cum-shots stopped filling the end of the latex sleeve, the gag was finally removed from his mouth, letting him puff and pant as his mouth was freed.

I shoulda...shoulda read the fine print in that damn contract, he thought as he struggled to catch his breath. The fox laughed into the microphone and led the applause for the dragon's 'act'.

"And that's just the first bit of my line-up of exercise clothes, everyone. Make sure that you stick around; this fine dragon is going to be modeling all of them."

Really, really should have read the fine print, Vincent thought was he was forced to his feet and marched backstage. Any thought that he was done was pushed away when he was marched to a closet of other latex gear, and he shuddered at how adult some of them got. His night definitely wasn't over yet.

The End