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.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him, a different set than the ones of his captors. He tried to angle his neck to see their owner, but between the collar and his own horns, he could not get a good view.
He would not have to strain for it, though. Slowly, a figure came into view along his side – a familiar figure, with a gait he definitely recognized. “Well, well… if it isn’t the mighty Paladin himself, all tied up and stuck in my little lair.” The smooth, almost theatrical voice he believed to have heard before was indeed one he had listened to on countless occasions. As its owner spoke and realization struck him, Polaris felt his eyes widen in shock and confusion. I do not understand – how is this possible?
The “Boss” strided around to stand at the foot of the table, and Polaris was too bewildered to even react as he took in his appearance. A short, lithe bengal tiger with a slight belly bulge, hidden now beneath a white lab coat over a black suit. His green eyes were just visible behind a silver cat-shaped mask that covered his entire upper face, obscuring most of his facial features to anyone who did not already know him. His mouth could be seen at the bottom, though, and the grin he wore was far more sinister than anything Polaris had ever seen on him.
He knew, because this “Boss” was Polaris’ best friend, Cass!
“Gods, but you are handsome without that armor on! What an honor it is to have you as my slave – ah, or shall I say, my patient , tonight. ”
This made no sense. Was Cass truly behind everything? Cass, his coworker and fellow student at the Academy hospital? Cass, the one who Polaris helped nearly every day with either academics or listening to rants or talking through the tiger’s personal problems and insecurities? Cass, the first person to whom he had willingly revealed his identity as a dragon? It was beyond impossible to comprehend. The mercenaries, the spell, the capture, the bondage – how could any of that have been his Cass?
This evil version of his friend seemed to pick up on Polaris’ confusion, for he said, “Ah, where are my manners – this is your first day in your new life, I should let you ask your questions just this once! I’m sure you have many.” He reached down for the gag that had been clamped around Polaris’ snout and untied it quickly, casting it away with a flourish once it was free of his mouth before standing at the side of the table.
As Polaris flexed his jaw, he temporarily forgot all about his predicament as he asked, his deep voice sounding small and uncertain, “Cass?”
His “friend” placed a hand on Polaris’ bare chest, giving him another wicked smile. “That’s me!” At those words, Polaris’ frown deepened. “Oh, come on, don’t look so sullen,” Cass pouted. “Give me more of that delicious surprise and betrayal you had a minute ago, I was loving that.”
All Polaris could manage in his shaking voice was, “Cass… please, tell me this is not you. This cannot truly be you.”
Cass just rolled his eyes. “Ugh, what, you think this is some evil Cass twin or something? Sorry, Pol-y, but it’s truly me.”
Much to Cass’ annoyance, Polaris’ eyes suddenly filled not with rage or betrayal, but with concern . “Cass, are you well? Has something occurred to alter your mind –”
“No, damn it! ” Cass yelled, silencing Polaris, who looked at the tiger in surprise. He had never heard him raise his voice with such… hostility before. “Don’t give me more of that worried bullshit! I’m so fucking over that from you!”
Polaris still was not understanding. There was just no way this cold-sounding tiger was the same person as his bright, bubbly friend Cass. “I-I am sorry,” Polaris said slowly. “I did not mean to offend you. But, my concern for you is genuine, Cass, as always it has been.”
Cass took a deep breath, as though calming a surge of anger that was welling up in him. Then, to the Paladin’s surprise, the tiger began to laugh. Not the wholesome giggles to which he was accustomed from Cass; this was a dark chuckle, one which sent an involuntary chill down Polaris’ spine.
“Gods, you – you really believe it, don’t you?” Cass finally said, wiping his eyes. “You actually think we were ever friends – that we still are.”
Polaris tried to ignore those words, to tell himself that this was not Cass, that his friend was under the influence of something that was clouding his judgment. “Y-you are to me, Cass. Always.”
Cass simply snorted. “Wow. That is pathetic.” The tiger leaned in close, so close that Polaris could feel his hot breath on his face. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, big guy. I never liked you.”
Those words stung more than Polaris wanted to admit; yet he still refused to believe it. “Cass, please, I implore you. Resist this evil that has found inception in your mind.”
Shaking his head, Cass laughed again. “Holy shit. You’re at the top of our class, the big fucking genius himself, and you’re still not getting this?” The hand on Polaris’ chest tightened then, claws digging into his huge ab. “Well then, let me spell it out for you, nice and simple. I am Cass, there is nothing wrong with me, and I am not your friend. I never was.”
Polaris just stared at him, his eyes burning, but did not say anything.
The hand was removed from his chest as the tiger began pacing around the Paladin’s table. “When we met three years ago, I will admit, I underestimated you initially. I thought you were just a clunky meathead, someone who I could step on to reach my own success and fame within the Academy. I didn’t anticipate that you would be so much… better than me. Better than everyone . At everything. ”
Cass’ tone turned venomous. “Polaris the Paladin: prodigy healer, genius scholar, master in the shield arts; shy and sweet and awkward, everybody’s ‘secret’ fucking crush; tall, big and mysterious to boot; and a damn pacifist on top of everything. You were always just so…. perfect .” He spat the last word, and his lips curled into a snarl. “You know how fucking exhausting it got to hear everyone always talking about ‘Polaris, Polaris, Polaris’? Gods, I hated you for it.”
The Paladin did not know how to respond, nor did he think it wise to interrupt the Boss’ monologue now. But, surely this was hyperbole; Polaris did not think he was special at any of these things! Was this truly what others thought of him? How had he remained so oblivious?
“But then, you didn’t care about any of the attention, the recognition – and that just made me despise you more!” Cass gave a short chuckle. “Gods, after I made you my emotional tampon for twelve months and you finally showed me this – ” He indicated Polaris’ draconic head. “– you have no idea how badly I wanted to let it slip and destroy you.” Cass sighed. “But of course, the Academy would probably stick their progressive-ass head into the situation to defend their golden boy. You’d probably just get sucked off even more, eventually. So no, I couldn’t simply leak your secret. That wouldn’t work. That wouldn’t really break you.”
“Cass….” Polaris whispered, his heart sinking as he finally realized that this was his Cass. Like it or not, this was who Cass had always been. His friend was gone – or never was in the first place. And despite all that… Polaris had to try one more time. “Please. I have clearly done wrong by you, and for that, you have my deepest apologies. But do not sacrifice the goodness that I know is still in you for vengeance. Please, let us amend this together. There is still time.” He took a deep breath and said, “Let us talk this through reasonably.”
For a moment, Cass just stared at him, and there was a split second where Polaris wondered if he had actually gotten through to him. Then, the tiger exploded into another fit of laughter. When it finally died down, Cass said, between little chuckles, “Tell me – did you really think I would go through all the trouble of preparing a paralysis spell, having you captured and brought way out here, and then stripped and graciously adorned with my lovely machines, just to talk ?”
“I….” Polaris started weakly.
“The answer is no , genius. And speaking of talk , I’m getting bored of your same old noble hero shit. I think it’s time we begin with our little session. We’ve been keeping our audience waiting, after all, which is very rude!”
“A-audience?” Polaris stammered, suddenly remembering where and how exposed he was. “Cass, what are you – mmmphhhhh!” Polaris’ eyes widened as a new object was suddenly thrust into his mouth. He felt something silicone pushing deep into his throat, to the point where he actively gagged and nearly spat it out. He might have, if Cass’ quick hands had not already dug the metal braces of the gag hard into his jaw and clicked them together with another pair of metal braces that wrapped around his entire snout. The result was an extremely tight, uncomfortable metal muzzle that kept his jaw locked shut.
“Sorry, Pol-y, can’t have you ruining this little operation by blabbing to our audience!” Cass said with a villainous wink.
“Mmmmphhh!” Polaris yelled, trying to demand that Cass let him go, but his struggle only seemed to make the tiger more gleeful.
“Oh, my big pure Paladin, you have no idea what you’re in for tonight,” Cass teased, moving to the base of the table. He began inspecting Polaris’ body again and said, “First, though, I want to properly examine my prize .” Hands gripping the dragon’s massive feet, he slowly massaged the toes and said, “I always dreamed what these looked like under those big boots, and I have to say I am not disappointed.”
Polaris squirmed against his touch, but Cass just moved his hands up the Paladin’s ankles and thighs. “Such powerful, meaty legs – I bet you could outrun a cheetah with these!” His fingers brushed past Polaris’ anus. “And that tight little ass of yours, so beautifully chaste! I already know it’d feel amazing clenching around my cock. But not tonight.” Cass moved to the side of the table and continued his exploration up Polaris’ chest, running his hands over his clamped nipples and exposed armpits. “This physique, it’s god-like, you know. A shame you’ve had to keep it hidden behind all that armor. But I guess we’re fixing that now, aren’t we?”
His hands fingered their way back down Polaris’ body, now coming to rest on his thick member. A surge of heat washed over the dragon, who let out another muffled cry and pushed once more against his restraints. Ignoring the Paladin’s struggles, Cass began to fondle Polaris’ big sack in one hand while the other gently teased its way up the back of his shaft. “And the ultimate prize. My prize. A big fat slab of dragonhood, complete with two fine babymakers. Not that you’ll be using them for procreation, of course.”
Polaris, despite his revulsion at the tiger’s touch and fear of what was to come next, nonetheless found that unfamiliar sensation beginning to bloom from his loins. A feeling he had trained himself to deny his whole life. A feeling that was primal, uninvited, terrible and wonderful. A feeling of blood rushing from every part of his body to flood into one single, glorious, shameful area.
A feeling of erection.
“Well look at you, eager beaver,” Cass teased, gingerly running the tip of his claw up Polaris’ slowly-puffing glans and over his slit. The Paladin cried out again, this time emitting a long growl into his gag. This was horrible, this was amazing, this was wrong, this was right. Then, all at once, the tiger’s hands disappeared, and Polaris did not know whether to feel relieved or disappointed.
Relieved! He should feel relieved that the assault had abated!
“As much as I can’t wait to get you hard,” Cass said, drifting over to a console opposite the table, “I want our viewers to witness your first time for themselves. The pure, virtuous, chaste knight getting broken… ah, they’re gonna love it !”
Polaris still did not understand who these “viewers” were. Was Cass bringing in more villains to participate in his torment?
He was about to get his answer. Cass turned to him with a flourish and declared, his voice loud and theatrical, “Now then, my brave Paladin, allow me to introduce you to your audience for tonight!” His claw tapped a button, and all at once, a dozen different screens around him flashed to life.
And on every one of those screens, was Polaris.
Each one was displaying a live view of the knight’s naked body, from every angle imaginable. There was a screen showing a frontal top-down view of his whole form, with two more screens showing side views of his full body. There was one zoomed in on his broad, sweaty chest. Another was centered on just the soles of his big feet, and another two on his hands. Another showed only his cock and balls. Another seemed to be positioned on the very tip of the anal penetrator, focused exclusively on his tight hole.
Others were somehow even more personal. The tenth showed a close-up of his face, his strong jaw firmly bound by the metal gag. On the eleventh was a first-person point-of-view looking down at his body – essentially the same view he had of himself now. And on the last screen was not an image of Polaris at all, but rather, of his heavy Paladin armor; apparently, after being stripped from him, the plate gear had been neatly laid out on a nearby table and was now on full display.
What in the world was happening?
“Good evening, my lovely monsters of the Internet!” Cass’ voice boomed around the room. As he spoke, Polaris saw on one of the screens a number displayed: 479. Next to it were the words, “watching now”. Understanding hit him right as Cass continued, “You’re watching the Doctor, live on our lovely little corner of the Dark Web! And boy, does the Doctor have a special treat for you.” Without looking at Polaris, Cass put one hand on the bound knight’s chest while the other gestured to the air. “Get into that chat box in the corner of the stream and give our latest ‘Patient’ a very warm welcome!”
Immediately, another screen began to blow up as walls of text scrolled by faster than a pouncing tiger. His eyes caught a few of the messages, and each one was more terrifying than the last.
“the doc is innnnn ”
“HOLY SHITTT what a hottieee! ”
“damn now this is what im talking about! ”
“no way that slave is 4real, those musclesssss ”
“mmm big delicious derg feet yum ”
“i wanna suck that fat black cock so badd ”
“eww dragon, i hope hes gonna torture that fuckin lizard ”
Polaris could hardly believe this was real. His former best friend was livestreaming the Paladin to a massive audience of Dark Web users, all of whom were apparently ecstatic about his predicament. And if the equipment around and on him was any indication, this was not going to be a mere exhibition. His face burned in sheer humiliation and embarrassment, and he once again fought against his restraints. Of course, the effort was futile.
“Ah, I see you horny viewers are already clamoring for the show to start with our big slave here!” Cass said, clapping his hands together. “Well, before we begin, let me introduce this beautiful hunk of scaly meat to you all. As you can probably tell from the fine armor we’ve stripped from him, this massive dragon was a Paladin. A true hero – or so he believes, at least. I don’t think he looks so heroic now, eh?” Cass shot him an evil glance as a claw teased his nipple, and Polaris felt his face heat up in shame. “But there’s more! In addition to his pure and virtuous nature, this brave knight is also… a virgin! I know; I couldn’t believe it either, what with this body. But just look at that hole – tight, unused…” Cass traced a finger ever so lightly over Polaris’ anus, and the Paladin involuntarily shivered.
“Yes, I present to you this noble knight! Of course, that part of his life is now over. He belongs to me and will only exist to feel pleasure or pain at my behest. Perfect fate for a filthy lizard, right, chat?”
The screen again blew up with messages, many of which made Polaris’ toes curl in disgust and horror. These viewers, they clearly were excited for whatever fate was going to befall the dragon. Polaris grunted loudly into his gag, trying to get Cass’ attention, but the tiger did not so much as glance at him as he continued his monologue.
“But fear not, lovely viewers! Because tonight, you too get to participate in the breaking of this knight!” Cass pressed another button, and more text popped up onto the side of another screen:
$25 - 1 minute of electro torture on any part (nipples, cock, balls, collar, wrists, or ankles)
$100 - 1 minute of electro torture everywhere
$50 - 1 minute of cock milking
$50 - 1 minute of anal penetration
$100 - 1 minute of cock milking and anal penetration
$150 - 1 minute of everything
$250 - special requests ;)
Before Polaris had a chance to process what it all meant, Cass explained, “If you donate any of these amounts to the stream, I’ll administer the ‘treatment’ you chose to our Patient here! That means you, the viewer, get to control this slave’s torment!” The tiger chuckled darkly, and Polaris felt his heart drop as he heard what was in store for him. He pushed and pushed against his restraints, but as expected, they did not budge.
He was completely trapped at the mercy of his former friend and an audience of twisted participants.
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