C/W for: non-consensual bondage and machine cock milking, machine anal penetration, abduction, gagging and blindfolding, electrotorture, foot fetish, public humiliation, mild (non-graphic) violence.
Disclaimer: the events depicted in this story are purely fantasy. The author does not support any non-consensual acts between real people.
After taking a sharp turn into what Polaris could only guess was a proper room instead of a corridor, his captors heaved a sigh and stopped moving before the taller one called out, “We got ‘im, Boss. Mission successful.”
“Excellent; you’ve done well, for a pair of meatheads.” A new voice had spoken from across the room – the Boss, judging by the tone. Unlike the previous two, though, this one sounded uncannily familiar. Polaris was sure he had heard it before… but where?
“So, uh. You want him on the table?” the shorter wolf spoke.
“How long has it been since you administered the spell?” the Boss asked.
“Uh… about forty minutes, I’d say.”
“Then we have a few to spare. Get him prepared first, then put him on the table. I will see him properly once he’s ready.”
“Yes sir,” the two mercenaries spoke in unison. Polaris did not like the sound of those words. Prepared? Table? Something was very wrong. He so desperately wanted to demand answers from these villains as to why he had been taken, but even if he could move his mouth to form words, the tight gag around his jaw would have prevented any meaningful sound from coming out.
It was then that the first horrible thing began.
“Right then, big guy, let’s get the rest of that metal off you.” Just like that, it started. He could not react or scream or even cry out as two pairs of hands began tearing off his armor. They began with his gauntlets, which were roughly yanked off at the wrists to reveal his massive five-fingered hands, the short claws trimmed as neatly as he could to fit them in the metal casings. Next came his plate boots, exposing his huge, three-toed feet to the cool air of the room. He was beyond humiliated at this point, yet his embarrassment was only heightened when he heard the bigger wolf take a sniff of one of his boots and remark, “Wow, what a stinky lizard you are!”
It did not stop there. Next came his pauldrons and cloak, followed by his breastplate. “Gods, but the lizard has some muscles!” the smaller wolf exclaimed, apparently now also interested in his body. “I’ve never seen anyone this ripped!”
“He’s gotta be some kind of bodybuilder,” the bigger wolf agreed, running a hand down Polaris’ bare chest. His skin, smooth and hairless, had an almost leathery texture to it. The poor Paladin wanted nothing more than to disappear right then before this assault proceeded any further. But further did it proceed. The hand circled back up and over to his arm to curl around his bicep. “Look at this! Guy’s a fucking monster ! You could crush someone with these guns!” Then it came down once more to glance ever so slightly over his black nipple. “Not to mention these pecs.”
This was wrong, so very wrong. Every touch of his body felt like a violation, an invasion of his soul. He could not stand it. He prayed for it to be over.
And yet, despite his horror at the stripping, he felt an unfamiliar, burning pressure growing below his waist. No.
“Last one, my favorite part!” the big wolf sang. “Let’s have a look at that package , shall we?” No!
“If foot size is anything to go by, this guy’s packing ,” the shorter one added, giving the arch of Polaris’ foot a squeeze. No, no, no!
And with that, his chausses and leggings were pulled off, leaving his naked manhood bared before the hungry eyes of two complete strangers. Polaris felt the most intense shame heating up his face. He could do nothing but wait as the two wolves made sounds of surprise and awe around him.
“By the Gods,” whistled the bigger wolf. “Now that is a monster cock.”
“Hell yeah,” agreed the smaller. “I mean, I ain’t gay, but I know a big one when I see one.”
A finger began tracing its way along his length, from base to the glans along the underside; Polaris could have died from humiliation. “What a fucking girth . And this is flaccid!”
“Haha, careful, looks like you might be waking the monster, though.” As the smaller wolf said that, Polaris felt even more terrible heat rushing towards his pelvic area, betraying him with a feeling he had never before allowed himself to feel.
“You’re right, that’s the Boss’s job,” the bigger wolf said, though Polaris had trouble processing the words. He was fighting with all his might to keep the blood flowing evenly through his body, to calm his breaths, to tell himself that this horrid nightmare would all be over soon.
Of course, it was far from over.
“It is a beautiful cock, though,” continued the big wolf. “No foreskin, either,” he added, giving the tip of Polaris’ length a light flick. “That’s good; a filthy lizard like you doesn’t deserve that pleasure.”
“Look at those big black balls, too!” remarked the smaller wolf. “Gods, I can’t imagine how much seed he’s packin’ in those.”
“Oh, we’ll find out soon,” the big wolf said menacingly, and a chill went down Polaris’ spine. Find out? Surely he does not mean….
“Speaking of. Let’s get him situated now, before the spell wears off.”
The bigger wolf sounded disappointed as he said, “Alright, alright. Always down to business, you. Help me lift.”
Polaris felt himself being raised up onto his rear by his arms again, this time experiencing the cool tile of the floor rubbing against his naked body. It was a strange sensation for him, considering how much time he spent donning his armor. It might have been pleasant, had the circumstances been different.
The two wolves grunted as Polaris was dragged until his back was against a metal edge – a table? Then, after a quick countdown, one pair of hands pulled him up by the arms while the other grabbed his ankles and lifted from that end. In a few seconds, Polaris felt cold metal fully pressing against his back as he was laid flat on the table. Why did they want him up there?
“Gods, he’s still heavy even without that damn armor,” huffed the smaller wolf.
“Must be the muscle mass,” replied the bigger one, and a hand quickly rubbed over Polaris’ abs. “Fuck, I can’t wait to get this hunk all strapped in, I love me a helpless slab of meat.”
“Yeah yeah, calm your dick and help me with the restraints,” said the smaller wolf.
Polaris felt his hands being grabbed and forced palm-up over his head, followed by a clang of metal as two extremely heavy cuffs were locked into place around them. No! Why must my body remain useless, I must escape this fate!
Yet any possibility of escape only seemed to grow fainter. Another metal clang, and now Polaris felt something tighten around his neck until the material was digging hard into his skin. A collar? What in the name of the Gods was happening?
“Uhh, we might have a little problem,” the big wolf’s voice spoke. “I think our lizard’s too big for this table. Like, a lot too big.”
“It’s alright, Boss prepared for that,” said the smaller one nonchalantly. “Here, help me with the other leg.” Polaris felt a hand beneath both of his calves as the surface beneath him was disturbed ever so slightly, as if something was being extended out from under it. Legrests, perhaps? His calves were pushed up and then promptly dropped back down to the same metal surface, now fully stretched out. His heels seemed to be right at the edge of the legrests.
“There we go, just barely fits. Now slap those other mag-cuffs on, and we’re golden.”
“Oh, you evil bastard, I love you sometimes,” the bigger wolf teased, as a pair of thick metal cuffs were locked tightly around Polaris’ ankles. A moment later, a slight hum told him that the maglock had indeed been engaged. “There we go, all locked in. No escape for you, big guy. You’re right where your kind belongs: in bondage.”
“Mmmmphhhh,” Polaris growled around his gag, the response instinctual, immediate. It took him a split second to realize that he had even made the sound – then, his eyes widened in shock behind the blindfold. He had made a sound! That meant the spell was wearing off! “Mmmphhh!” he tried again, and he clenched his hands into fists. I shall escape this!
“Damn, we made it just in time!” chuckled the big wolf. “Looks like the spell’s over!”
“Mmmphh, mmmmphhhh!!” Polaris cried, and with a surge of all the strength he could summon, he threw himself against his new restraints. His hands clenched, his feet kicked, his chest and arms rippled as he drove every last ounce of might he could pour into breaking through the cuffs.
All to no avail. Only the bite of the metal on his ankles, wrists and neck answered him.
“Hahahaha! Aww, poor stupid dragon, it thinks it can just break out,” the big wolf taunted. A hand was suddenly placed on his chest as Polaris felt the wolf lean in close to his face. “Let me save you the effort, lizard. There is no escape .”
Those words only ignited in Polaris a greater struggle, and he again pushed at his restraints, crying desperately against his gag. But again, all that met him was pain from the metal and humiliation as his captors laughed at his hopeless effort.
An idea suddenly sparked in his mind, however. Magic! Focusing his thoughts into a ball of fire, he imagined flames gathering along his palms and melting away the manacles at his wrists. The magic pulsed through his veins, channeling into his hands….
And then fizzled out immediately.
“Nice try, but magic tricks won’t work with those cuffs on,” the smaller wolf said, and Polaris deflated as the brief spark of hope was instantly crushed. Of course they would have planned for that; his captors clearly knew more about him than he thought.
“It’s like I said: there’s no escape,” echoed the big wolf, giving Polaris’ arm a rough pat. “Hey, Boss did say the blindfold could come off, how ‘bout we show him his new home before we put on the accessories?” said the big wolf.
“Alright, just make it quick, we gotta finish up with him soon,” said the smaller one.
A hand pressed against the back of his head then, untying the tight blindfold from his eyes. It came off without ceremony, and suddenly, the darkness of the unknown exploded into the terrible reality before him.
Polaris was indeed laying on his back on a metal table. On either side of him, over his head, his arms were bound tightly in heavy manacles. Just below his chin was the edge of the bulky collar that pinned his neck to the table. When he strained his head to look downward, he could glimpse his coal-black body, naked and glistening with sweat, his exposed member dangling flaccid against his abdomen. Further down, his legs were bound to the table at the ankles, spread out about 45 degrees apart.
It was real, his predicament. But that was not all he saw.
As his eyes darted around, trying to take in as much of his surroundings as he could, he noted that he was in what appeared to be an old medical clinic. The dirty tile floor and peeling plaster walls suggested that it had been out of proper commission for some time, yet there were many unfamiliar machines within sight that appeared to be much newer.
Where in the world even was he?
On either side of him stood the two wolves, grinning down sinisterly at him. Now that he could see, Polaris renewed his struggle with vigor, thrashing in his restraints as he looked at the bigger wolf with defiance in his red eyes. I shall not yield to you , he wanted to say. Whatever nefarious plan you have devised, I shall not succumb to it. All that came out was a “Mmmphhhhhh!”
“Awww, look at the mighty dragon struggle,” chuckled the big wolf. To Polaris’ horror, his captor casually ran a hand over his chest, squeezing his abs and tracing little circles around his nipples. “Gods, I hope the Boss lets us play with you once he’s done. I can think of so many things I’d love to do to your body.”
“How about you start with attaching those electrodes?” the smaller wolf said, waving towards one of the massive machines to the side of Polaris’ table.
“I’m just taking my time, savoring this moment,” the big wolf answered his companion, not taking his eyes off Polaris’ body. The poor Paladin was deeply uncomfortable, even more so as his captor’s eyes moved down towards his copious dragonhood. “I think I’ll start low and work my way up.”
“Mmmphhhhh!” Polaris let out a long moan as the big wolf reached over towards the machinery and retrieved what looked to be a metal ring. However, its circumference was far too large for a finger. When the wolf grinned and grabbed Polaris’ member by the shaft, he realized just where said ring was going to go. Immediately, he redoubled his efforts against his bonds, hands and feet thrashing uselessly within their restraints.
“Listen, lizard, this’ll go a lot easier on you if you don’t fight it too much,” the big wolf grunted, lifting Polaris’ thick rod until the tip was pointed straight up. “Now, let’s ‘put a ring on it’, as they say!” As he uttered those words, he brought the device casually down around Polaris’ girth, sliding it past his glans and all the way to the base of his shaft while the distraught Paladin watched. Despite the knight’s horror, the action was done with all the ceremony of putting on a mere glove, as if Polaris’ distress meant nothing. Once it was in place, it was promptly tightened until the cool metal was squeezing snugly against his penis.
Polaris continued to squirm, desperate to stop this madness before it could go any further. But further would it go.
“My my, you look simply dashing in that cock ring!” the big wolf declared, running a finger from the back of his glans to the base of his shaft, where the ring sat. Polaris just growled in response, deciding not to give this villain the pleasure of seeing him show fear. “Okay, one down; now, we can’t have those big, beautiful balls of yours all naked there, can we?” He extended his arm out and fetched another piece of equipment, this time bringing out a pair of… electrodes? “These little suckers pack a hell of a punch, or so I hear.” The wolf grinned wickedly down at Polaris. “Maybe you can tell me about it after your session with the Boss!”
As he laughed and fixed the devices to the Paladin’s testicles, Polaris worried about what exactly this Boss wanted with him. Whatever it was, it was clearly not going to end well.
“There we go, cock and balls all armored up!” the big wolf declared. “Now, something for those juicy nipples.” From the machinery, his captor pulled a pair of wires, the tips of which were connected to particularly nasty-looking metal clamps. Polaris winced as he realized where they were about to be attached; a second later, two sharp stings of pain shot up his sensitive nipples. He bit into his gag to keep from making any sound. If this was about inflicting torture on him, he would never give them the satisfaction of breaking.
Of course, it was much more than just pain he would be enduring.
“Alright, he’s all set for sparks,” declared the big wolf, giving Polaris’ chest a quick slap before reluctantly stepping away from the table.
“Good,” said the smaller wolf. “I’m preparing the extractor and the penetrator now.”
Extractor? Penetrator? What manner of torture chamber was this? What did they mean to extract and penetrate?
A few seconds later, he heard a mechanical hum as some device came to life at the base of the table. He craned his neck against his collar to see, only to feel his stomach drop at the sight before him. His blood ran cold, and he again thrashed against his restraints, to no avail.
From a capsule he had not noticed that was propped up between the two legrests, slowly inching forward toward Polaris’ exposed bottom, came an enormous phallus mounted onto the end of a metal rod. He watched in horror as the glistening silicone cock crept closer and closer toward him, before finally, thankfully stopping just before touching anything… sensitive.
“Penetrator is in place!” exclaimed the small wolf. Now Polaris understood its purpose. He wished he did not. His mind raced as he prayed to the Gods to deliver him from this evil, these villains who wished to taint his purity with a foul machine.
The big wolf had joined his smaller companion at the base of the table, and he casually ran a hand over one of Polaris’ massive, black feet, his fingers wrapping around the toes as he massaged the sole. The action only made Polaris struggle harder, but the ministration did not abate. “Hmm, that’s an awfully big dildo for such a tight hole….say, lizard, how do you keep such a nice little pucker down there?” His eyes widened in surprise as realization suddenly hit. “Wait a minute…. don’t tell me a walking hunk of man-meat like you is a virgin ?”
Polaris shut his eyes, feeling his face heat up in shame. The raucous bouts of laughter from his captors that followed only deepened the humiliation. But nothing could compare to the absolute horror of having his holy chastity just inches from being shattered.
“Gods, that is unreal ! To think, I’ve bedded more saps than this guy!” The big wolf gave another dark chuckle. “Well, Boss’ll have tons of fun with that tight little hole, let me tell ya. You’re in for a real reaming, lizard.”
Polaris chose silence, and the smaller wolf cut in to say, “Right, now prepping the extractor.” As he spoke, another whir sounded from directly above Polaris. With his head flat on the table, he was afforded a direct view of what appeared to be a glass cylinder descending straight over his pelvic area. What in the Gods’ name could this be? He had never seen such a device before. Unless….
The cylinder stopped just a foot or two above Polaris, and he could now see a long, plastic tube connected to it. Clearly, this was the “extractor”; and based on where it was, the only possible thing it could be meant to extract was….
“Man, I can’t wait to see how much seed you’ve got pent up in those giant balls, my virgin lizard!” said the big wolf.
Polaris breathed heavily and tried to fight down the panic rising in him. He pulled valiantly against his restraints, but the effort just left him with more pain and more exhaustion. No, this cannot be true , he thought. Torture, he could handle – he was not unaccustomed to pain. Humiliation, he could fight through – he had for much of his life. But he could not imagine a worse scenario than having his virginity and his seed taken from him.
“Well, we’re about to find out,” said the smaller wolf. “I think the Boss is almost ready to start.”
“Guess that’s our cue to take off,” said the bigger wolf, running a hand along Polaris’ body from his foot all the way up to his chin as he stepped around the table. “Don’t worry, lizard, we’ll be watching the whole thing, so think of me in case you get lonely.” He shot a wink at the Paladin. “And if you survive the Boss’s treatment, you can look forward to a little ‘treatment’ from me. Hehehe.”
With that, his captors disappeared from Polaris’ line of sight, leaving the enormous dragon alone with his bondage and the ominous machinery attached to him. He lay there for a moment, panting heavily from his earlier efforts to escape. His mind raced as he attempted to devise an escape plan. He knew he needed to calm down, to steady his heart and think rationally, but it was extremely difficult to do so when he was strapped down naked and exposed with all his sensitive parts primed for Gods-knew-what sort of torment. I must escape this!
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