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.
“Let’s take a quick look at our options before we open the floodgate for donations,” Cass said, standing directly over the side of Polaris’ table. “If you want to see our brave knight squirming in agony, you can send electricity pumping through the cuffs on his wrists or ankles – sure to get those fingers and toes dancing!” As he spoke, the tiger’s hand moved from the restraint on Polaris’ wrist to the thick bar around his neck. “Of course, what’s a slave without a shock collar? Always a nasty punishment on that one!” His paw glided down toward the electrodes clamped to his nipples. “Or, you can torture these sensitive nipples, guaranteed to cover that chest in more sweat!” The hand then approached his delicates. “And lastly, if you’re feeling really evil, you can fry these big, juicy balls, or activate the electric ring around his cock!” Cass laughed again menacingly. “Why not have it all, though? For a generous discount, you can just shock everything at once !”
Now Cass turned his attention to the clear cylinder positioned above Polaris’ dragonhood. “But sometimes, pain and pleasure are one and the same! If you want to make this big virgin cum like he’s never came before, you can either drain his beautiful cock with my lovely ‘Cum Extractor 3000’, or ravage his tight asshole with the new toy I like to call, ‘The Punisher’.” A claw delicately ran over Polaris’ now-flaccid cock, threatening to start hardening it again. “Or both at once, for maximum stimulation! And did I mention, all of this slave’s cum will be auctioned off after the stream – I know how coveted dragon seed is.”
Cass turned to face the screens with a wink. “Of course, the truly heartless among you may wish to give it to him all at once – pain, pleasure, he won’t even be able to tell the difference. Those generous viewers will get a free vial of my Patient’s seed as well – it’s a win-win!”
“And finally, for other, spicier requests that aren’t listed, you can send them in with the max donation – as long as I approve it, our slave here will get to experience it! Let your imaginations run wild!”
Cass turned back to face Polaris, his eyes settling hungrily on the knight’s big cock. “Now then, grab your wallets, my dear viewers! Prepare your donations! Just before we open them, enjoy this moment free of charge: the noble, chaste knight getting his dick rubbed into erection!”
There was nothing Polaris could do as the tiger wrapped his paw around his thick cock and began stroking. The sensation was immediate, and Polaris gasped into his gag. For an instant, he forgot where he was, and his hips involuntarily bucked, his body reacting to the sensation it had been denied for all of his life. Then he realized what was happening and once more pulled against his restraints. It only seemed to make things worse, though. The pleasure shooting up his shaft with every wonderful stroke of Cass’ hand was too much for him. He felt the blood rushing down to his groin, and his member hardened in the tiger’s paw. No, no, no! Polaris thought, desperately trying to fight this. His face burned in humiliation… and, he hated to realize, pleasure.
The rhythm of the stroking intensified, coercing Polaris’ dragonhood to stiffen completely. The length and girth were even more impressive in its erect form; the tip mushroomed out and inflated in sync with his stimulation. Still he struggled, screaming into his gag, clenching his fingers and toes and pulling with all his might against the cuffs holding him to the table.
Then he began to feel a terrible sensation. The ministrations to his cock were awakening something lower down, something in his balls. Seed . Polaris cried out into his gag as he realized what was coming. If Cass did not stop soon, he was going to do something he had never done before. Something he had rigorously trained himself never to do.
Just when Polaris could take it no more, when he was certain he was going to spill for the first time in his life, all over the hand of his former best friend, Cass released the throbbing member from his terrible grip. Polaris gasped for breath, like a swimmer returning to the surface after many minutes without oxygen. His cock twitched in the air, now neglected, but shiny with sweat and still very hard.
“Can’t have you carelessly shooting all that tasty dragon sperm all over my pretty hand, now, can we?” Cass teased, giving Polaris’ balls a slap. The dragon hissed in pain, but he was too focused on the state of his dragonhood to care about the small sting. He needed to control this… erection … right away. He tried to focus on slowing his panting breaths, on bringing his racing heart to cease its hammer. He cleared his mind, thinking of his duty as a healer, as a Paladin.
Yet, his cock remained shamelessly hard.
“Great, now that you’re all primed, let’s introduce that gorgeous rod to my little… invention.” Cass stepped over to the console near the table and pressed a few buttons. A second later, the cylinder that had been posed ominously above Polaris’ groin began to descend again with a terrible hiss. This time, it made no sign of stopping as it crept closer and closer to the tip of his bloated girth. The sensation of air being sucked up could already be felt against his skin.
With a muffled roar, Polaris yanked and pulled against his bonds, fighting with his entire being to prevent this monstrous machine from attaching to him. His eyes flitted wildly between the steadily-descending cylinder and Cass, whose cold gaze watched the dragon’s plight with cruel amusement.
There was no escape. There was nothing the Paladin could do as the machine pressed down directly over his erect cock. In horror, he felt the cylinder’s suction grabbing his member, and he could only watch as it swallowed up his tip. He thrashed in his restraints to no avail. The sensation was like nothing he had ever experienced. Terrible, and… incredible. He could almost imagine it was a pair of lips wrapping themselves around his glans.
That only made him feel worse – this was wrong, this was all wrong!
The cylinder still pushed further down his shaft, and Polaris let out another gagged cry. His entire cock was being squeezed into the tube – rather tightly, too. It was stimulating him in a way much like Cass’ hand had, except somehow, this machine was rubbing simultaneously in all the right places to bring that heat in his groin out in full.
Down, down the machine went onto his member, until at last, it hissed and clicked to a stop against the metal ring the wolf had locked around the base of his shaft. Once it was in place, the descent stopped, and the suction also abated… for the time being. Polaris’ big, dark cock was still clearly visible against the transparent tube, erect and harder than ever.
“And how does our brave knight like his new equipment?” asked Cass, who had returned to stand tauntingly over the side of Polaris’ table. He smirked and continued, “I’m sure you and our lovely viewers are just dying to know about what this milker is going to do to you, so let me explain for everyone.” The tiger reached out a finger to teasingly tap against the cylinder. “This device, as I’ve said, is the Cum Extractor 3000, and it’s perfectly engineered to milk you dry. Although it may look to the average viewer like a regular cock pump, I can assure you that my masterpiece is anything but regular.” He flourished dramatically toward the camera as he continued, “Firstly, my machine makes use of cutting-edge technology to learn all the most sensitive spots on a patient’s meat. It’ll constantly adapt and adjust its suction and squeezing to make sure you’re always mad with desire. On top of that, it’s been magically charged to stimulate you with waves of pleasure, so even if you could resist the device itself, you’d have no hope of actually holding onto your seed anyway.” He chuckled darkly then. “Of course, if I find that your production levels aren’t to my satisfaction, this charming little device can also become a nasty punishing tool with its own electroshock mode – we’ll zap your entire cock with lightning until you decide to perform better!”
The whole time his former friend was monologuing, Polaris could barely focus, his attention fixed on the dreadful grip of the cylinder wrapped around his entire length. Surely this was not happening. Surely now Cass would tell him it was all a joke, release him from his bonds with a hearty smile and a laugh. But the only smile on the tiger’s face was a cruel smirk, and his laugh was cold and heartless.
After his speech, Cass turned back to the screens, clasping his hands together as he said, “Let’s see what our viewers think. I already see you horny animals getting loud in the chat!” Polaris had momentarily forgotten that his predicament was being broadcast live to hundreds of twisted onlookers who were apparently all too excited to watch him suffer. That only made him feel even more ashamed as he squirmed futilely in his restraints, watching the motions reflected across every monitor.
“fuck yeah milk that freak dry”
“watch those feet squirmm”
“some1 pls pay 4 milking i want to see milking”
“milk milk milk tasty dragon cum now”
“zap his cock make him suffer he’s a bad dragon”
“TURN ON THE MACHINE ALREADY”
As Cass read the messages aloud, he chuckled at the last one. “Well, it sounds like folks are eager to get started. But we still have one more device to introduce.” His hand passed down below Polaris’ sweat-coated balls, fingers brushing delicately over the sack as they came to settle around the entrance to his hole. The Paladin clenched his entire body. Having his genitals violated as they had been was one thing; but having his chastity threatened was another thing entirely.
Cass clearly noticed his discomfort, because he laughed again and said, “Yes, my brave knight, we’re going to train that tight little asshole of yours to take a big fat cock. But don’t worry.” The tiger’s claw lightly teased around Polaris’ rim, eliciting a desperate, gagged roar from the dragon. “My enchanted penetrator here – The Punisher, as I call it – won’t actually stretch your hole at all, thanks to all the magic I put into it. So every time it goes in your ass, it’ll be like it’s breaking you all over again!” His finger pushed a few centimeters into Polaris’ hole, filling the poor dragon with a feeling of horror… mixed with an undeniable pleasure. No, no! He clenched instinctively around it, wanting only to be rid of the intruding appendage. However, Cass’ finger started wiggling, and for a few tortuous moments, Polaris could only watch on the screen in front of him as his former best friend played with his anus like a toy.
At last, after what felt like an eternity, Cass retracted his finger and proclaimed, “Such a nice little hole. But let’s not spoil the fun.” He then turned to the phallus mounted on a movable rod that the wolf had brought inching up toward his bottom. The thing was a monster, far thicker and longer than anything Polaris could ever imagine fitting inside his anus. Cass rubbed the tip of the phallus casually as he said, “Now, you obviously can’t take the full Punisher right now. Fortunately, he shrinks and expands to just the right size that’ll fill you up and push you to your limit. Then he hammers on your prostate like a drill.”
Polaris shivered involuntarily, horrified. Seeing his reaction, Cass grinned even wider and added, “Oh, and let’s not forget that this little devil also has an electroshock setting. So perform poorly, and we may have to fry that pretty anus with some torture.”
Clapping his hands together, the tiger turned back to the screens one more time. “Now, my lovely viewers, tell me: how does all this sound? Are you ready to see this brave knight squirm?”
“TURN ON THE ASS POUNDER PLS”
“wrek that tight lil hole”
“omg yes break this virgin”
“this is how to train ur dragon”
“hahaha dumb derg looks so nervous”
“YES”
“yes”
“yeee”
“BREAK HIM”
Fed by the excitement of the chatters, Cass proclaimed, “Excellent! Then don’t hold back, folks. Donations are now open! Show this big manly warrior who’s in control here!”
Almost immediately, dozens of alerts began sounding from the speakers next to the screens. Cass glanced over at Polaris with malice in his eyes, as if to say, You’re about to suffer. Then, turning back to the console, he said, “Damn, that’s 42 donos already right at the start! I guess I’ll have to be the tie breaker here and choose what comes first.”
The Paladin’s heart sank upon hearing how many people had just paid to watch him be tormented. His struggles became more desperate in his bonds as Cass said, “Let’s start off easing our dear patient into his new role. We have a $100 donation for two minutes of cock milking; that sounds good to me!” He looked at Polaris. “How does that sound to you, my slave?”
Polaris roared into his gag, and Cass just laughed. “Perfect! Now, give us all a good show, eh? Otherwise I’ll have to add some punishment.” With that, the tiger hit a few buttons on his console, turning a dial slightly to the right, and then it began.
At the same time as Polaris heard the machine gripping his genitals hum back to life, he felt the tube squeeze on his cock in a way that made his head spin in sudden, unexpected pleasure. Instinctively, his fingers and toes clenched, his body tensing at the sensation for which he was wholly unprepared. Before he could catch his breath, the suction began: a powerful and sensual pull that wrapped around his member from the tip down the entirety of his shaft. Like a pair of soft lips suckling on his length. Already, the heat that was forming in his groin before came boiling back with a vengeance. So caught off guard was the dragon by this intense pleasure, however, that he let a long moan escape his gagged mouth before he could stop it.
“Haha, it seems he likes it!” Cass exclaimed, and Polaris felt a paw rubbing over his heaving chest, the tip of a claw gently teasing his nipple beneath the electrode clamped to it. “It gets way better, though, my slave.”
As if on cue, the squeezing of the machine released its tension on his cock while the suction continued in full. Then, it squeezed again, this time clenching in a way that felt twice as good as the first time. The way the pressure touched his shaft, hitting just the right nerves under his glans and down his length, drew out another involuntary moan from him. A second later, it released the tension again; and again, it clenched, the pleasure somehow even greater. He was being slowly, maddeningly stroked by the machine, its blissful vice teasing him with the growing threat of that heat in his groin.
At last, his mind caught up to his body’s pleasure, and he remembered where he was, what was happening to him. What his captor wanted from him. He growled and struggled against his restraints once more, shaking his head as much as the collar would allow. He clenched and unclenched his hands and feet, desperate to resist the pleasure blossoming from his genitals. He would not give in; he must not! He refused to give this sick audience and his former friend the satisfaction of watching him lose control.
Yet, despite all his valiant resistance, the tube on his cock merely continued its evil milking.
The pace of the machine gradually sped up, the slow, teasing strokes becoming faster, more forceful pumps that were all but impossible to ignore. The hand massaging his chest was not helping, either; a glance at Cass told the dragon that his plight was being thoroughly enjoyed. Polaris thrashed and roared, a last act of desperation to escape, but his struggles only made the pleasure of the machine sucking on his cock more intense.
There was no escape. There was only the machine, and the ecstasy threatening to explode out of him any second. He felt tears burn in his eyes as he clenched his body one more time. The machine buzzed, pumping his penis with no thought of its victim’s struggle. On it accelerated, faster and faster, every stroke of his cock sending him closer to the edge. No… N-no….
“We both know you can’t fight it,” Cass murmured, his finger teasing Polaris’ nipple with maddening little circles. “So do what your body is begging for, and release .”
As he spoke the last word, something in Polaris broke. At once, all the resistance, all the humiliation, all the fight was, for one glorious moment, forgotten. The pleasure that had been gathering steadily in his genitals crescendoed. His breath hitched; his toes clenched. The machine ruthlessly hammering on his cock was the best thing he had ever felt. N-no… I must… n-not yield….
And then he came. From his tip burst forth a thick rope of hot, sticky seed, some splattering the sides of the milker and some shooting directly up into the tube to which it attached. Another followed immediately after, then another, and another. Rope after rope of cum sprayed from his cock like a geyser. He could not stop a deep moan from escaping his gagged mouth as the pleasure consumed his mind. The machine gurgled on his fluids, slurping up the white liquid as it continued to suck him dry.
“Yes, empty those balls!” Cass’ voice cried. “Surrender every drop of your seed to me!” As much as he wanted to resist, he could only continue pouring his semen into the horrible tube. His manhood, his precious, perfectly-preserved seed, was being sucked away like water down a drain. He caught a glimpse of the screens showing his plight from every angle: his heaving, sweaty chest, the slick soles of his clenched feet, his abused cock blasting out another line of cum into the machine.
As his orgasm at last began to die down, so too did the speed of the milker, its pace relaxing to a slow tease that tormented his now-extremely-sensitive member. Another groan escaped his gag, this one more pained than euphoric as the milker massaged his tender dragonhood. A final, small spurt of cum escaped his tip. Then, no more than 30 seconds after it started, it was over, leaving Polaris with a very wet cock and a growing feeling of shame replacing the ecstasy. Shortly after, the machine squelched to a halt.
“My, my, look at you, my slave,” Cass taunted, his hand moving down Polaris’ chest to squeeze his big balls. “Two minutes on my little machine, and even the perfect Paladin himself is shooting his filthy seed for me. I told you, you can’t fight it.”
Polaris wanted to curse his captor for what he just did to him. He wanted to burst from his restraints and apprehend his friend-turned-villain to the nearest law enforcement officers. He wanted this nightmare to end.
But it was just getting started.
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