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.
Turning to his screens, Cass folded his hands and said, “Now, let’s see how you performed, my slave.” A disappointed look suddenly crossed his face. “Hmm. Only 99.5 mL of seed from that session. I’ll admit, I was expecting those massive balls would’ve had a bit more pent up.” Cass began typing on his keyboard. “Since you failed to cross the 100 mL mark, I’m afraid we’re going to have to give you some punishment.” The way he said that last word made Polaris shiver – though, really, how could anything be worse than what he just went through?
“Let’s see, we have a $75 donation for a minute of torture on the cock, balls, and nipples. We’ll start with that and see if you still need more punishment after we’ve baked your sensitive parts.” Cass grinned evilly at him. “Sound good?”
Polaris just glared at the tiger.
“Just kidding – no one cares what you think, you have no control, slave! Now, let’s see how tough you are with thousands of volts pumping through you. Dance for me!” He hit a button, and instantly, Polaris felt an excruciating pain erupt along his body. He let out a muffled gasp into his gag as electricity suddenly sparked to life on the nipple clamps, the ball electrodes, the cock ring, and inside the milking machine.
It was unlike any pain he had ever felt before – and he was no stranger to pain. Like a fire blazing across his skin, made even worse by where the electricity was targeting. Any one of the electrodes alone would have been enough to make a lesser man scream out in agony; all three at once could make such a man pass out.
Polaris, however, refused to give this horrid audience the satisfaction of seeing him cry out. So he bit into his gag and took the pain, resisting the urge to let out any more than a tortured grunt.
…Also, was it merely the electricity, or was that heat returning to his groin?
“I’m impressed at your tolerance,” Cass said. “But bear in mind, this is only the lowest setting. You’ll be begging for mercy once we turn things up, especially when we electrify those other restraints.”
Polaris ignored him, just trying to make it through the present. Every second felt like an hour, the pain was so intense. And yet, mixed with that pain, was an undeniable twinge of something else.
Pleasure.
Inside the milker-turned-cock-shocker, his penis remained hard, apparently unfazed by the high voltage bombarding it. How could that be? He was not being stimulated anymore!
Unless….
Before he could process that thought, the pain at last came to a sudden halt. Polaris heaved a gasp of relief, his body grateful for the respite from the torture. He relaxed his tensed muscles as his chest heaved, the entirety of his skin coated thoroughly in a layer of sweat.
“Much as I love watching you squirm in pain,” Cass said, running a hand along the center of the dragon’s chest between his abs, “we have almost a hundred other requests to get to, so let’s call that sufficient punishment for now and move on.”
Polaris just continued to glare at the tiger, trying to communicate that he was not going to break, that he could handle whatever Cass planned to throw at him.
“Our next request is $50 for a minute of The Punisher. You know what that means, my slave?” Cass smiled that wicked smile at him. “It’s time to fill that tight little hole!”
Polaris felt his heart drop. This was actually happening; his friend was going to do this despicable thing to him, in front of so many viewers. Seeing the Paladin’s panic, Cass said, “Don’t worry, you can’t stop this, so you might as well try to enjoy it. Just don’t clench up, it’ll hurt a lot less.”
As he said that, Polaris watched in horror as the massive phallus parked just outside his anus hummed to life again. Instead of the full girth moving, though, a much narrower section of the dildo detached from the rest of the piece. This smaller, rod-like protrusion, still fearsome in length and width, positioned itself directly in front of Polaris’ hole.
No! The poor dragon pulled against his restraints with all his might, shaking his head back and forth, trying desperately to break free of something, anything that could give him a means of escaping this fate. But he could only watch as a spurt of liquid seeped out from the tip of the machine, coating the length of the dildo in some form of lubricant. He could only scream into his gag as the penetrator pushed forward into his anus, slowly sliding past his tight entrance and into his hole. He could only squeeze his eyes shut as he felt the wet tip filling him further and further, every inch it slid in making his shame and humiliation grow by a mile.
When at last it stopped pushing into him, Polaris opened an eye to see the rod embedded deep in his rectum. The screen that showed the point-of-view of the dildo’s tip now displayed the inside of his ass. He squirmed anxiously in his bonds, an involuntary whimper escaping him.
“Nice job, my lizard,” Cass declared, his hand back on Polaris’ chest. “I would say the ‘hard part’ is over, but well….” The machine’s hum picked up to a steady whir as the rod began moving around again inside him. “It only gets worse.”
The Paladin bit into his gag as he felt the object in him start to both vibrate and move back and forth. The thrusts were very slow at first, but every one of them felt like it was destroying his insides. Up, up, up it would push, until it hit a particularly sensitive spot that he knew of only from his anatomical studies at the Academy. When it did, his fingers and toes would clench and he would let out a little moan as his entire body erupted into unwitting pleasure. It lingered there for half a second, vibrating right on his prostate, summoning that heat back into his groin. Then back, back, back it would pull, slipping towards his entrance but never fully exiting him, and he would gasp in temporary relief. And again it would start: pushing into him, vibrating, pulling back.
The texture of the phallus, he realized, was not of hard plastic or metal as he first imagined, but a soft silicone that easily could have passed as flesh. Between that and the way Cass was looming over him, torturing his nipple and massaging his ballsack, Polaris had a sudden thought invade his mind. The tiger standing at his entrance, gripping his ankles and pushing forward into him, filling him. Claiming him.
His dragonhood throbbed inside the dormant milker.
With each cycle of The Punisher, the motions became faster, the time in between entering and pulling back likewise shortening. As the speed increased, so too did the force. The gentle penetration of his insides evolved into a full-on hammering of his ass. It hurt badly ; yet, every time the rod drilled his prostate, it sent a wave of ecstasy shooting through him all the way to his extremities.
It was awful, and amazing, and curse it, the heat in his groin was irresistible! He could do nothing to fight it as the machine gave a final, massive push into him. A gagged roar escaped him, and from his cock burst forth a wave of fresh seed into the milker, the cum splashing on the cylinder before dripping down and collecting on the bottom. His whole body clenched; Cass cheered with glee and squeezed his balls, as if to draw out every last drop of semen. He shot out at least six more ropes, the toe-curling orgasm somehow pushing him even further than his first.
As the machine drove him to his climax, Polaris felt the rod inside him peak in its vibration. The tip of the phallus inflated – and suddenly, a hot spurt of liquid shot out of the tip! Polaris watched on the screen as his anal cavity was coated in a triple rope of warm, sticky fluid. It filled his insides with a wonderful wet sensation that he could barely process. As horrible as he knew the whole thing was, he could not get the image of Cass pushing into him out of his mind.
After what felt like forever – and yet far too short at the same time – the intensity of his climax subsided. The vibrating of the machine also stopped. In his post-orgasm haze, Polaris looked down at himself in shame. His cock was drowning in a tube of his own cum, his insides full with the “gift” of The Punisher. Cass had given up squeezing the dragon’s testicles to rub his muscular thigh with one hand, the other moving down towards his foot. Polaris was too exhausted to resist the extra violation.
Slowly, the machine pulled out of him with a satisfying squelch, liquid dripping off the tip of the rod as it connected back into the larger dildo. On the screen, Polaris could see the same liquid leaking out of his hole. True to Cass’ word, his anus did not appear to be stretched or “loosened” after the abuse, but now that it was free of the rod, the soreness set in. It felt as though he had just been kicked there many times over. He had a hunch that the sensation was going to last for a while.
“Well, looks like someone enjoyed getting reamed by my lovely Punisher!” Cass exclaimed, rubbing the dragon’s thigh and massaging his foot. “And in case you were wondering, that little liquid surprise at the end there was my own fake semen recipe, engineered to feel just like the real thing!”
The tiger gave the dragon’s massive foot a parting pat before turning back to the console. “Looks like our viewers enjoyed that, too! Which reminds me – let’s clean you up there before we get on with the next one.” He pressed a button that activated just the suction on the milker, causing the pool of seed that had been left by Polaris’ ejaculation to be slurped up and away into the tube.
“Hmm… better, but again, not quite where I was hoping you’d be in terms of production,” Cass said. “Well, you know the drill: it’s punishment time. And our next viewer donation is $150 for two minutes of collar, wrists and ankles.” The tiger smirked at him. “Now, let’s get that electricity sparking!”
Two minutes of intense agony and barely-contained screams later, Polaris lay panting as he recovered from the torture. At least there was no other stimulation this time, just pure pain shooting up his arms and legs and around his neck. Cass seemed to enjoy it either way, running a hand along his tense bicep and massaging a thumb into the dragon’s armpit.
“Hopefully that’ll teach you not to hold back next time we make you cum. Speaking of which, time for our next request!”
Another minute-long round of the Extractor, followed by a minute of ass-pounding. Two more massive orgasms, each separated by rounds of torture to one or more of his sensitive areas as “punishment”. Polaris’ balls were absolutely throbbing in agony from how much they had been forced to produce. He was certain he was not going to be able to continue for a fifth orgasm.
“Alright, lovely viewers,” Cass said as Polaris was recovering from the latest torture. “Next up, it looks like we have a rather special request. $500 for two minutes of ‘Dragon Feet Appreciation’.” The tiger looked directly into one of the cameras as his hand wrapped around one of Polaris’ feet. “Tell me, viewers – should we treat these gigantic scaly paws to some love?”
The responses were immediate:
“OMG YES”
“YEEEE!!!”
“suck em dry”
“lick those beutifu soles”
“humiliate big dergon feet”
Cass looked up from the screen and slowly approached the bottom of the table. Polaris gulped as the tiger gripped his other foot by the arch. Somehow, this felt more embarrassing than any of the previous violations or torment. He was already self-conscious of his feet as it was, which was why he almost always kept his boots on; now his former friend was staring at his exposed soles with malicious hunger.
“Well, that sounds like a unanimous vote to me,” the tiger drawled. “Time to find out how a Paladin’s stompers taste.” With no further warning, Cass leaned down and took Polaris’ left big toe into his mouth. A gasp escaped the dragon as his captor’s lips wrapped around his digit, and started sucking.
The knight’s face ignited in helpless embarrassment. He bit into his gag and tried to look away, to imagine it was not happening. But Cass’ sandpaper-like tongue was snaking slowly and sensually around his toe, all while his mouth suckled on it like a candy. Meanwhile, the tiger’s thumbs pressed into his soft soles, vigorously massaging the bottoms of his feet.
Despite the disgust and the humiliation, though, Polaris hated to realize that it felt… better than he expected. In fact, the overwhelming sensations were making that heat return once again to his groin. Was he truly being stimulated by foot sucking?
A grunt escaped him as Cass’ tongue began exploring his other two toes, poking into the spaces between them. His fingers curled into fists as he tugged in vain against his restraints. He could only watch while the screens around him showed the tiger slurping on his extremities with uncomfortable enthusiasm.
Cass at last released the toes from his mouth to grin up at Polaris and wink. “Mmmm, such tasty tootsies! You Paladins sure do work up a sweat in those boots.”
The knight, for all his shame at the violation, still tried to direct an angry glare at his captor. Cass just tightened his grip on Polaris’ arches and moved his mouth over to the other foot. Leaning in, he dragged his tongue torturously slowly down the entire length of Polaris’ sole. The sensation, it was too much. The dragon could not control as a groan left his gagged mouth, and his body tensed.
The tiger noticed immediately, and the licking intensified as he chuckled, tracing a path from the knight’s heel all the way up to his toes, which he capped off by giving all three of the extremities a single, quick suck. Polaris groaned again, the heat in his groin reaching a new height as he felt his cock pushing against the tube of the milker.
Cass’ feline gaze caught on very quickly, and he let Polaris’ big toe leave his mouth with a wet pop as his smile widened. “Well I’ll be – the noble Paladin is getting off to having his feet sucked!” His hands massaged their way up his soles toward his toes, which were now soaked in a mix of sweat and saliva. “In that case, let’s see if we can make you blow a free load for us, compensate for your earlier disappointments.”
The tongue came back to his soles with a mission, a mission to make the poor dragon cum. Unfortunately for Polaris, that mission was quickly shaping up to be a success. He could only gasp and grunt and fight back moans as every inch of his feet was rubbed, sucked and licked. The dragon felt his member throbbing in unwilling response to the treatment. His balls, aching from the previous milkings and electro, were about to be drained again.
Cass’ mouth wrapped around his big toe one more time, and the sensation at last sent Polaris over the edge. He roared into his gag as his cock shot out another half-dozen generous ropes of seed into the dormant Extractor. While the Paladin orgasmed, Cass just kept sucking on his toes and massaging his soles with glee, as if to milk every last drop of cum from him.
The torment ended with a squelch as the tiger released the dragon’s massive paws from his grip – both hand and mouth. Polaris, now well beyond the point of humiliation, lay there panting with his feet splayed out. He could barely believe what just happened; he had truly been brought to a climax by something so crude and vulgar.
“My my, look at that load!” Cass remarked, activating the suction on the milker to vacuum out his semen. “Looks like someone enjoyed himself! We’ll have to make that a more regular thing, because I had quite a good time too.”
Polaris said nothing. The tiger grinned and said, “Now that I’ve had a snack, I think it’s time to give our slave a quick food break himself. After all, I am very serious when it comes to my patients’ well being, and this big lizard can’t keep pumping out fresh cum if we don’t take good care of him.” Cass pushed some buttons on his console, and a tube suddenly descended directly above Polaris’ head. The knight tried to twist away, but the collar held him firmly in place as the tube connected to the gag around his jaw.
“There we go, no need to ungag you! My machine will pipe some nutritious gruel right into you. You don’t even have to chew!” As he laughed at his own brilliance, Polaris felt something pushing its way through the tube and into his mouth, something soft and mushy and thick. It immediately filled his olfaction with an undesirable scent – not rotten, just repulsive, like someone had created a disaster in the kitchen. That disaster hit his tongue, and he had to fight with all his power not to choke on the awful taste.
“Oh, and don’t worry – I know you’re vegan, so I made sure your dinner is 100% plant-based! But that does mean I had to sacrifice on taste to get all the right nutrients in there for you.” Cass rubbed a hand over Polaris’ stomach. “Turns out dragons need a lot of calories, so eat up, my slave! Not that you have a choice.”
He was right; as the first heaping of gruel entered his mouth, another was already pushing its way into the tube. Polaris had no choice but to swallow the filth in order to keep himself from choking on the sheer volume that was flowing in.
As far as everything else that had been done to him already, however, this was admittedly more tolerable. The food, though gross, was already rejuvenating him, and he quickly got over the taste the more he consumed. He could feel strength returning to his tired muscles. All the while, Cass’ hand played with his chest, tracing circles around his nipples and occasionally squeezing an ab. Polaris wished he could say he hated it, but unfortunately, his body betrayed him as heat spread back into his groin.
After a few straight minutes of feeding, just when Polaris felt sated, the gruel stopped flowing. Cass smiled and said, “See? I told you I take care of my patients. Now that you’re all fed, we can move onto your next extraction.”
The tube detached from his gag as Polaris shot the tiger an angry glare, as if to say, This does not excuse the despicable things you have done. If Cass saw, he ignored it and said, “Now then, our next donation is $250 for five minutes of milking. Normally, I’d split that up, but I’m feeling a bit adventurous. Let’s test that dragon stamina of legend! I want to see how many loads you can shoot with my Extractor working on you nonstop!”
Polaris tensed up against his restraints as the milker hummed back to life on his cock. Was Cass being serious? Surely he was not going to do this! It would be far too much!
Like the previous times, the milker started off slow, teasing his dragonhood with a gentle suck and pressure on just the right nerves. Desperate to keep fighting his fate, he grunted and pulled on his bonds, though of course they did not budge. He could only watch as the evil machine gradually sped up its pace, working him up to an inevitable climax. Polaris clenched his fists and toes; the milker sucked and sucked until the prize was drawn out from his tortured member in half a dozen generous ropes, each of which passed up into the tube to be deposited for safe storage.
Unlike the last two treatments, however, the device did not slow down to ease him from his climax. Instead, it maintained its full speed, continuing to torment his drained cock with further intense stimulation. Polaris felt a loud groan escape him as he thrashed in his restraints. His penis burned, his balls on fire. It hurt just as much as it pleasured. He did not think he could take it. His eyes begged Cass to end it, to turn it off and save him from this post-orgasm torture, but the tiger just laughed that maniacal laugh and watched him struggle.
At last, he felt his body shudder as another orgasm tore through him. Four more less generous – though still impressive – ropes of cum shot out from his tip. Yet the milker did not relax its pace.
“Two minutes in, big guy! Three more to go.” Polaris’ heart sank at the news – he had to endure more than twice what he already had? His mind began to cloud as the milker consumed his consciousness. It was all he could think about: the sucking, the wonderful pressure as his cock pushed into it, the horrible pain as his erection was forced into the start of yet another climax. He closed his eyes.
He came a total of four times in those five endless minutes. When at last the milker slowed to a halt, his genitals burning like they had just been beaten for hours, he let out a long gasp that trailed off into a whimper. It was finally over. He could barely think. But it was done.
“Hmm,” Cass remarked. “Only four loads? I was expecting a fifth, at least… guess we’ll have to work on that. Well, that just means it’s punishment time!”
It was never done.
Another two minutes of electro on his cock, balls, and nipples followed. It only exacerbated the pain that was already plaguing him. The dragon could do nothing to stop it, though, so he took it with a growl and tried not to let the agony show on his face.
At the end, Cass frowned and declared, “You know, I don’t think you learned your lesson from that, so it seems I’m going to have to teach you the hard way.” He pressed a number of buttons on his console rather forcefully. “$300, for two minutes of everything . Electro, Extractor, Punisher – you’re getting it all! Maybe this will teach you to give me more seed after I so generously feed you.”
Polaris looked up in horror as the phallus again approached his anus. He felt it slide into him just as the milker came to life on his dragonhood. But it did not stop there; he felt the electricity spark along his nipples, balls and cock, as well as on his wrists and ankles and collar. And, worst of all, the dildo that had inserted itself up his ass now also burned with electricity.
He let out a roar into his gag as the pain and pleasure overwhelmed him. His hands and feet thrashed in their restraints; he could not think, could not focus on any one thing that was happening to him. It was like he was being pulled in a dozen different directions all at once. His body screamed in pain; his cock and prostate sang in pleasure.
He was not even aware of when he orgasmed, but he knew he passed two loads by the sound of the milker gurgling them up. When the torment finally ended, Polaris heard Cass whistle and felt his clawed hands running over his chest. “That’s a good dragon slave. Those were some nice loads. I think I’ll forgive you now, as long as you’ve learned your lesson for next time.” The Paladin felt the tiger lean in close and whisper into his ear, “Remember: your seed is mine .”
Polaris glared back, but he wondered if he could truly take another one of those punishments. I cannot break , he told himself. I must remain strong.
What followed was another round of five donations: milking, penetration, and plenty of electro. At the end, the tortured dragon was given another food break before Cass retracted the tube and addressed the audience.
“Alright folks, let’s have a quick poll. How do we all think our precious Paladin performed tonight?”
The responses were immediate:
“bad slave punish him”
“NOT GOOD ENOUGH, TORTURE THE KNIGHT”
“Unsatisfied. Expected more.”
“feet”
“slutty derg lots of cum”
“bad”
“BADDD he didnt make enuff seed”
“keep going he deserves moreeee”
Cass looked down at Polaris with a dominant grin. “Well, it sounds like it’s pretty unanimous: your production was disappointing . That means we’ll have to prepare an extra severe punishment for you.” The knight shivered at those words; he could not imagine anything worse than what had already been done to him. And he was beyond exhausted already, his body in so much pain from all the shock torture, his hole burning from the repeated penetration, his cock raw from the incessant milking. He simply could not take any more.
“Unfortunately, I think we’re going to have to pause our fun here for now,” Cass said, and the Paladin had to check to make sure he had not passed out and imagined those words. “As much as I love punishing big sexy slaves, it’s no fun if the slave doesn’t have the energy to properly react.” Perhaps the tiger knew Polaris had reached his limit. Or perhaps this was just a stratagem to generate more interest and tension for the viewers. Either way, a breath of relief escaped the dragon as Cass waved dramatically at the screens. “Fear not though, my kinky friends! The brave Paladin will return tomorrow night to receive his full punishment and more milking! After all, we have plenty of time with him, so let’s spread it out, why don’t we? Oh, and don’t worry – we won’t process charges for any donations I didn’t get to yet, so hang tight for everyone still on deck. You’ll get your turn.”
With a final flourish, Cass said, “Thank you all for watching, and for your generous donations! Tune in tomorrow, same time, to see just how much torment our brave knight can take. Will he break? Will he keep resisting? We’ll find out… tomorrow! Until then, I bid you all farewell!”
A moment later, the screens all went black, and Cass relaxed from his persona as he removed the mask from his face. “Well, that was fun, wasn’t it Pol-y?” he teased, standing at the bottom of the table. His hands found the knight’s bare soles and began massaging them, much to the humiliation of the dragon. “I think we learned a lot about you tonight. And we have so much more to go!”
Polaris just growled through his gag, glaring at the tiger with indignation while he tried in vain to pull his feet away from his captor’s grip.
“You know, for what it’s worth, I really enjoyed myself tonight,” Cass said, ignoring the Paladin’s attempts at escape. “You did a good job, put on a nice show for my audience. Not so great on the seed production, but we’ll work on that. That’ll be part of your new training regiment.”
Polaris did not want to spend one more second strapped down to that table. Yet, he was beginning to understand that his desires were of no consequence to his former friend. With a final wicked smile, Cass gave his paws one last squeeze before releasing them and walking past Polaris’ head to where he assumed the doorway was, the doorway through which he had been brought into this horrible mess.
“Now then, I’m going to leave you in the capable hands of my associates for the rest of the evening and day tomorrow. They’re responsible for your training, after all! Don’t worry, I’ll be in a few times to check on you, but I trust that those two will take good care of you.” By the tone of Cass’ voice, and having seen firsthand how ruthless the wolves were, Polaris knew they were going to do anything but.
The poor dragon lay there, panting and covered in sweat, his body aching and burning. He dreaded facing the same treatment all over again tomorrow; he dreaded suffering through whatever torments the wolves had in store for him today; he dreaded that he would never escape this hell.
And yet….
As much as he despised the thought, there was no denying it once he realized it. Lying there strapped down to the cold metal table, covered in his own sweat and musk, the dragon Paladin thought of his friend owning him and torturing him here forever. It filled him with fear, and humiliation, and anxiety. But mixed in with all those natural responses, was something he never expected. Something he could never admit. Something he did not even understand.
Arousal.