"You'll get to keep your pathetic cock," Jaro said, smiling down at the whimpering tiger. He had a knife in one hand, as he ran his thumb of his other hand over the blade. "I'm going to ruin it, though." The tiger felt his heart thudding in his chest as the dragon leaned closer. "Flaccid. Torn. Painful. Ugly. Numb. It will serve no purpose, other than to display to others how utterly useless you are as a male."  Vull reached for his groin, trying to protect himself from the sharp blade, only to find that there was nothing there except a cold, smooth flat metal disk.


The nightmare was still sharp in his mind's eye as he shot himself to a sitting position in the bed. The tiger rubbed at his face, his cheek ruffs disheveled as he ground fingers into his eyes. The dragon had stolen his equipment, how could he have forgotten that? His groin was nothing now, his entire package merely a toy for some psychotic tiger in a different part of the planet. He had seen the clips on twitter, had felt every excruciating moment of being cooked, bitten, crushed, and used as a host for crawling insects. At this point, when he felt the now-familiar warm fingers of the other tiger handling his equipment, he didn't even get scared. The torture would destroy him and then his equipment would grow back, painfully, until it was ready to be fucked with all over again.


Vull had nothing left. His job, his friends, his apartment, all had been abandoned. He didn't even know how long ago he had lost them all, having spent so much time in the timeless playroom of the dragon's basement. It didn't matter, though. Despite having nothing left to give, he was still being tortured. The sick green dragon had taunted Vull, teased him with the promise of giving him his junk back, but every time he did what Jaro requested, every time he obeyed, the dragon only kicked him down more. 


He looked around the small bedroom that he slept in now. A mattress on the floor, a jug he was allowed to urinate in, and a simple polyester blanket. That was the extent of 'his' property, now. Vull pulled the blanket to the side, and rolled over onto his hands and knees, swinging his leg over the edge of the bed to stand up. 


And froze.


He felt it, his dick and balls, swinging with a heavy bulk against his inner thigh. His eyes boggled out of his head as he stared at them, his equipment, dangling there, real and intact. He reached for it, immediately wanting to touch and squeeze his cock, to ensure that it was real and he wasn't just imagining things. His hand froze, inches away from his prized maleness. No. He wouldn't. This was a trap, no doubt, a trick of the dragon's. He stared at his thick pink shaft, the beautiful shark-fin barbs partially recessed, his white-furred and heavy balls. He could feel the warmth of his thigh against his balls. They were real. They had to be his.


"You're being tested," Jaro said, the green dragon enjoying a fragrant, hand rolled cigarette. "That's not yours, so don't touch it."


The damned dragon must have been standing just outside the door, though Vull couldn't imagine the reptile wasting time just waiting to do a jump scare. He looked up at the dragon, his fingers hovering, almost touching his maleness. 


"Go ahead," Jaro goaded him. "Grab your dick. Give me a reason to lop it off. There's no regeneration waiting for you if you lose it now."


"Where's the portal ring?" Vull asked. "How did you remove it without waking me up?" 


"Don't be nosey," Jaro replied. He curled a finger, beckoning for the tiger to follow him. "It's a special day. We're going on a special trip."


"Outside?!" Vull exclaimed, as he scampered to all fours. He followed the dragon, careful to keep his fingers along the floor. He had learned not to stand erect in Jaro's presence, ever.


"That's right! Outside. Aren't you just so excited?" Jaro said, as he climbed up the stairs to the main floor, with the beefy tiger following him. Vull could see gray light through the windows, as snow swirled through the air. It was winter?! How long had he been here?! "You're scheduled for an appointment. Sit here," He said, pointing to a blue cushion in the main foyer. 


Vull, brain spinning with the possibility of fleeing, did so, eagerly kneeling on the cushion and looking up at the large green dragon. The reptile took a black briefcase down from a shelf near the door, and set it on a cabinet with a heavy tap. Vull's ears twitched in excitement, anticipation, as he watched Jaro unfasten the buckles and pull the briefcase up.


Inside was a collar. It was chrome, the edges rounded, a perfect circle. It looked exactly like the portal cockring he had been wearing, only larger. The dragon took it in both hands, as if holding a steering wheel, and pulled his hands apart. The collar uncoupled, invisible seams splitting, and the dragon pushed it towards the tiger's throat.


"No," Vull said, his tail frizzing behind him. He reached up, to push the collar away. This was supposed to be his freedom, not... not that.


"Pet," Jaro said, reproachfully, and the tiger's hands dropped obediently down to his lap. Better. The dragon pushed the collar against Vull's throat, the smooth metal curve of it clamping around his neck as Jaro pinched the metal back together. The collar may have been sculpted to be a perfect circle, but Jaro's neck was not, and his head immediately throbbed as the inside of the ring squeezed around either side of his neck. He wanted to grab at it, every instinct demanded he grasp and wrench it free, but... he knew that wouldn't work. Following his instincts never worked.


"Very good," the dragon said, as he stroked his fingers along the smooth silvery chrome. There was a subtle clicking sound, accompanied at the same time with a tingling electrical jolt along the back of his neck. Vull spasmed, crashing over onto his back on the floor, fingers splayed at the sudden shock of the sharp jolt that tickled down the entire length of his body, into every cell and crackling along the inside of his bones. As quickly as it began, it was over, leaving Vull sprawled on the cold hardwood floor. The ceiling swirled above him, his eyes unfocused, his body ringing like a bell that's just been struck. "Oh, perfect. Yes, very good. Sit up, pet." 


Vull did so, his arms shaking as he rolled up onto his knees. He felt wetness on his belly, and realized he had urinated while he was being shocked. Immediately, his ears burned with embarrassment. For the last... months... he had not needed to think about urinating at all. He simply did it, whenever and wherever he wanted. Sometimes he would be plugged, something stuffed down his slit, blocking his ability, but other than them, he had just... flowed freely. He stared down at the wet flesh that draped over his thigh, and the large wet stain on his belly.


"You really are bestial, aren't you," Jaro chided. He took his large, heavy leather trench coat from the hook by the door, and put it on. "Let your wetness be a reminder of how close to the ground you belong, as we enjoy our walk."


"But it's snowing," Vull said, staring blankly out the large windows at the frosted landscape outside. "It's freezing out. You're not going to make me..." He started to ask, immediately realizing that he was. "...not naked, though..." but the smirk on Jaro's face confirmed that he would. "...please...."


"Your thick fur coat should keep you warm enough," Jaro said, breezily. "And I won't have a shedding, piss-soaked mammal in my immaculate personal vehicle. So we walk. Don't fret, it's only four blocks. Surely even you could handle that."


Vull groused, as he reached up to touch the collar. It was seamless to the touch, and he couldn't feel the button or mechanism that Jaro had used to unlock and lock it. He merely felt a heavy ring of solid metal, that was narrower than the width of his jaws. He would not be able to take it off, not on his own. 


As he held it, Jaro slipped a leather strap through the inside of the ring, just under his chin. He tugged it down, and fastened it into a knot, cinching it snugly with a yank that slid the collar up to clunk against the boney hinges of his jaws. "I'm going to explain the 'rules' of our task. You will listen and accept them. If you complete this task to my satisfaction, if you can overwhelm your demand for subjugation long enough to actually impress me, I will release you, and you will be free to go."


Vull scoffed, huffing between his teeth, but lowered his eyes as Jaro paused to stare at him. 


"We are going to a doctor friend of mine, and you will be having a check up. You will not speak. You will remain on all fours, and you will not try to escape. You will not get erect. Any of those things will reflect upon your base nature. Do you understand the task as I have laid it out?"


Vull opened his mouth, and then remembered that the very first rule was not to speak, and closed his mouth instead. He had grown quite used to his own silence in these kinds of conversations. He nodded, instead. 


"Excellent." Jaro slipped his feet into comfortable, warm looking leather boots, and snugly knotted the thick laces. He grasped the leash, and opened the door, leading Vull outside.


God, it was bright out. Even on this dim, cloudy day, the gray light reflected off of everything, the harsh, sharp light cutting into Vull's eyes as he clambered after Jaro. The snow was cold and slushy, clinging to his knees and the palms of his feet, but Vull didn't care: He was outside. He was experiencing something, ANYTHING other than the perfectly maintained floors of the dragon's estate. The slush was exciting, and the frigid breeze that blew between his limbs and tickled against his belly was FUCKING COLD.


Vull pause, shuddering at the frigid chill, his heavy testicles drawing up in their soft white pouch. It was lovely, despite the iciness, feeling his balls respond to what he was feeling instead of 'where they were'. The tightness in his groin, just from the natural act of responding to the cold that was biting against his nose, was almost a celebration in himself. The wet patch on his belly quickly sapped heat from his guts, but overall, Vull was happy to be somewhere different, and his tail swung proudly through the air as he walked behind Jaro.


The scraping of a shovel along someone's driveway stopped, and Vull glanced over, making eye contact with the well bundled canine who was gawking at him. He glanced hurriedly away, paws crunching through the soft snow, his nudity brazenly bared. He couldn't remember if it was, technically, legal for him to be prancing about without any clothes on, but... it wasn't really his problem to worry about, not with Jaro holding the leash. He was just following orders.


Other people stared, and some even fumbled for phones out of their pockets to snap pictures. Vull swayed his tail, happy to let them take all the ganders they wished. Photos tying him and Jaro together would be very useful once Vull escaped and sued the motherfucker for imprisoning him falsely. 


Jaro led them to the front of a brownstone office building, and Vull shook the rime out from between his fingers as he waited for Jaro to be let in. He paused, as he realized that the dragon had tucked the other end of the leash into the crook of his elbow. Vull could run, if he wanted. The leash wouldn't be stopping him. He thought about it, for a second or two, and then remembered the blast of electricity he had felt when Jaro had put the collar on him. That had been excruciating, and while Vull wasn't afraid of pain, he had the feeling that if he did run, he would be incapacitated quickly by the capacitive metal collar. So, he waited, and as Jaro stepped into the office, Vull followed him. 


It was a veterinarian's office. Immediately, Vull smelled fumes of some medical grade cleaner, mixed with the tang of fear and piss. They were in a waiting room, an open square lined with cushioned chairs, and there were people in some of those chairs. A poodle woman clutched her cat cage closer to herself, glaring at Jaro and Vull. To her left, an elderly goat patted the head of a german shepherd wearing a cone of shame. The fluorescent lights overhead glared and flickered, making the damp, snow-powdered tiger's fur bristle. A television mounted in the corner of the wall was showing an advertisement for some kind of gum. It all seemed so foreign, superficial and extraneous to the collared feline.


"Stay," Jaro said, as he signed into the clipboard. Vull glanced back outside. He could sneak out, if he wanted, maybe before Jaro even realized it. He had no idea what the range on the collar was, but... he could risk it. He didn't. Instead, he prepared to sit on one of the chairs. He almost stood up, and then remembered: he was to remain on all fours. He cleared his throat, and then with all the dignity he could muster, he sat on the ground in front of one of the chairs. People were staring at him - the pets were too - but Vull kept his focus on Jaro instead, who was talking quietly with the receptionist. Come on, dude, this is weird. I don't want to stay here. As he waited, he wiped his slush-soaked fingers on the floor, trying to rid himself of the cloying crust of ice.


"Did your dog urinate?" He heard one of the other visitors ask, glancing over. The poodle was sniffing at the air disdainfully, and looking at the goat meaningfully. The goat shook his head, and then glanced over to Vull. They made eye contact, and the goat gasped and looked away, patting the head of the german shepherd more vigorously. The dog merely wagged his tail.


He didn't have to wait long. Jaro glanced at him, and snapped a finger, as he followed the receptionist through a swinging double door. Vull immediately followed, eager to get away from the awkwardness of the waiting room. The examination room was dominated by a large, square table that was only a couple feet off of the floor. There was a heavy set badger sitting at the black laminate counter, perusing a website. He grunted as he glanced down at Vull, then glanced back to the computer screen, closing the site.


"So this is that cat, eh?" Dr. Venti asked, as he pulled on a pair of blue nitrile gloves. He was talking to Jaro, watching the dragon as he pointed down to the center of the table. "Up."


Vull glanced up to Jaro, who was responding to the veterinarian. Vull felt a pang of anxiety flush through him, not sure if he was supposed to listen to the vet without being told to by the green dragon, first. He had not interacted with... anyone else other than the dragon since he left the bar. He carefully crawled up onto the table, barely getting his ice-cold knees onto the metal surface before the badger stepped on a pedal that boosted the table upwards.


The table only lifted up about three feet,  until it was level with the vet's waist, and the badger patted the edge of it once it had stabilized. "Sit." Vull glanced again at Jaro, but seeing no confirmation, no recognition in the dragon's eyes, he was forced to decide for himself. He decided to sit, hissing unexpectedly as his balls rested on the cold metal table. His balls were chilled already from being outside, but the metal seemed to suck any remaining heat right out of them, and he squirmed uncomfortably as they rested on the area between his thighs. He wondered if he could reach down and adjust them, but he was worried that if he did, he would get hard. Better to stay cold and uncomfortable.


"What are you feeding him?" The vet asked, as he began the inspection. Dr. Venti's fingers tasted like rubber, as they probed their way into Vull's maw to inspect his teeth. The vet used one hand to brace the tiger's maw open,a balled up fist wedged into the back of his jaws, as the other gripped and wiggled his teeth, scraped at plaque, and rubbed along his gums. It was all very straightforward and professional, but far less than Vull was used to. His tongue licked against the blue glove in his maw, the predator unable to prevent himself from exploring the intrusion, and the doctor grasped that slimy muscle and tugged out on it. Vull almost gagged, as his sensitive tongue was pulled out of his maw, stretched painfully out over his sharp pointy fangs. 


"Protein, mostly. I let him have scraps, sometimes, leftovers I bring home from when I go out to eat," Jaro replied, loftily. "He cleans his own teeth, two times a day. Isn't that right, pet?" His tone dripped with condescension, and Vull's ears flattened against his head as he looked away. He wasn't allowed to respond, after all. 


"Good," the vet said. He peered underneath the tiger's tongue, and examined Vull's musculature. He squeezed the tiger's biceps, groped his pecs, and slid a paw down through his belly fur. He paused, there, and lifted a damp hand, raising an eyebrow to the dragon. "Incontinent?"


"He's been aggressive, lately. I believe he was trying to mark his territory," Jaro said with a dismissive gesture. "I apologize, I thought cats cleaned themselves, I didn't realize he would wear his own piss as a mark of pride."


Vull wanted to retort, to defend himself, his tongue twisting in his maw as he pursed his lips. He looked down, his cheeks hot and red as the vet resumed his examination, squeezing the jock's muscular thighs. Each squeezing handful of muscle was a testament to the feline's physical regimen - the only thing he really had control over now - but it felt more like he was being sized up by a butcher.


"Well, he has impressive conditioning. You must keep him very active, and it's paying off," the badger said. His cold, wet fingers slid between Vull's thighs, and scooped up underneath the feline's manhood. Vull's claws came out, scraping against the metal tabletop, as the badger casually lifted the hefty, flaccid length of the tiger's shaft. He looked at Jaro, but the dragon was watching the vet, a hint of a smirk on his lips. 


Damn it, he wants me to fail! Vull realized, as the veterinarian skinned his sheath back, baring the naked root of his soft pink dick.


"These barbs are looking rather under-developed," Dr. Venti said, as he traced a fingertip along one side of the feline's maleness. "This happens with felines sometimes, usually when they are part of a culture that values celibacy. Barbs have to be played with to be fully developed."


"I'm fine with them being under-developed," Jaro said. "Unless they post a significant health risk, I have no interest in them."


"Of course," the badger grunted. He lifted the feline's maleness up, pressing a palm against the underbelly of the thick length to press it into the shockingly cold, wet fur of his belly. He dug a finger into the recessed sheath, scraping the tip of it along the grout inside, and then rubbed that finger tip against his thumb as he pulled it out. Vull hissed, muzzle contorting as he struggled not to respond to the other man's touch, despite his dick being so sensitive. He felt a twitch, his dick getting a pulse of warmth that struggled to turn into a heavy flow. He clamped his eyes closed, focusing on his workout, focusing on sand dunes in the great desert, focusing on tiny stars in a distant sky, anything except the feeling of his cock being so casually and so gently handled. 


"Seems clean," the vet muttered, and let Vull's dick go. It swung forward, slapping in a lazy loose coil of heavy flesh on top of the tiger's left testicle, before sliding down to nestle between them. The badger's paws scooped under the tiger's fattened eggs, brow furrowing curiously as he examined them as well. Vull kept his eyes clamped shut. He was not to enjoy this. He was not. 


Firm fingers massaged his testicles, the gloved digits squeezing down into the warm flesh, palpating the rounded eggs in a methodical procedural way. It was maddeningly slow, and excitingly non-violent, the simple pressure creating a dull ache that, compared to every other interaction the tiger had experienced since he had met Jaro, was positively pleasant. His dick throbbed, and Vull clenched his hands into fists, sinking claws into the weathered pads of his palms. The pain didn't help with the surge of arousal he was feeling, but it at least gave him something to focus on, as he worked his own claws into his muscles, tickling the tips of them against the network of slender bones. 


The vet continued the examination for far longer than Vull would have expected, rubbing and kneading the heavy eggs, before abruptly dropping them. The fat nuts bounced against the edge of the table, and a more familiar pain seeped up into the tiger's guts from the impact. He huffed through his teeth, but it was a sigh of relief, as the pain broke Vull's growing surge of arousal. 


"Sexually, he's healthy, no signs of malady or disease," the veterinarian said. "Surprisingly good health, for being one of your pets. Was there something else you wanted me to check?"


"Yeah," Jaro said. He smiled, the light green scales around his mouth crinkling back to bare his thick, sharp, curved fangs. "One more test. I need you to check his prostate. I have some concerns about his toy usage."
Vull balked. He had never used a toy before, and Jaro had never 'deemed' his ass worthy to fuck. The tiger's mouth opened, lips curling into shapes, but no words came out, he refused to allow them. Still, his face displayed how offended he was at Jaro's suggestion, and the dragon's head nodded subtly, as if confirming something that he had suspected.


The vet nodded, ignoring the tiger's bluster, and pushed against Vull's chest. The tiger leaned back, his dick slapping against his belly, and the vet hooked a gloved paw under Jaro's pet's knee, lifting it up to set one foot on the edge of the table. Vull's heavy scrotum dangled still over the edge of the table, but the badger lifted the curtain of soft fuzzy flesh up and flopped it over the other thigh, baring the feline's soft, pink pucker.


There was no lube, no warm up, and no warning. The vet's fingers, firm and slightly damp, pressed into the feline's entrance. They nestled inside, probing against the tightly clenched anus itself, and then pushed through that before. Vull arched his back, his head slapping against the table, his tail trying to coil up and protect his backside. However, the badger's thick, stubby paw was already there, wrist pinning the tail in place. 


Vull wanted to screech, he wanted to claw the vet's smug smirk off of his muzzle, but he knew that he couldn't - the collar around his neck defined what was important to him or not, and even though the fingers inside him felt like they were splitting him open, he knew better than to react to it. He was so focused on not crying out, in fact, that he forgot entirely about his dick. 


The vet had found his prostate, the two fingers alternating between probing and stroking against it, and the terrible feeling of intrusive invasion was soon frosted over with a hot burn of humiliation. His teeth were gritted, and he might have whimpered, the big muscular feline wheezing sharply through his nostrils, his ears completely flat against his head. He had no idea if he made any noise or not, for all he could hear was the thudding rush of his own heartbeat as blood raced, his heart pounding and pounding and pounding. He had never been touched there, and now this stranger was dancing his finger tips inside him like a fucking puppet show. 


He felt his dick loll from the crease of his thigh to flop against his belly. He felt how solid it was getting, could feel it lengthening through the damp cold fur on his abdomen. He shook his head, panting, looking beseechingly at Jaro. He hoped, futilely he knew, that the dragon might interrupt the vet, and prevent Vull from getting fully aroused. What he saw reflected back at him was a smile so contemptuous and without pity that the tiger shuddered in shame for even considering the idea. 


"Behave yourself," Jaro's voice was a low growl, bubbling up with irritation. "You know better than to indulge your base instincts."


Vull wanted to apologize, but he knew he couldn't, he couldn't say anything. Fuck, if he did, would Jaro strip out his vocal cords? The poor tiger was churning with fear, shame and excitement, his thoughts muddled with the intoxicating emotions. He was erect, like an animal, bared and hard and ready to cum like a slut. 
"This kind of behavior is natural," the vet said, enjoying his twiddling of the muscular jock's hidden prostate. "I mean, almost any male will get aroused, when you push there. Can't blame him for responding to his base instincts."


"I certainly can," Jaro retorted. He gripped the tiger's maleness in one cold reptilian paw, giving a harsh, slow stroke, squeezing tightly as he did so. "I have expectations of my pets, and Vull just failed to meet them. Certainly there is something we can do, here, to curtail such vulgarity in the future?"


"Oh, certainly," Dr. Venti said, pushing his fingers in deeper, his other paw moving to rest on Vull's chest to keep him from squirming too much. "There are several things we can do, here, today if you'd like. Removing sexual characteristics can go a long way to stop reinforcing the masculine drive that causes such rampant, uncontrollable disobedience."


He glanced down, watching as Vull's dick strained, the pink length hardening to a glossy tightness in a prolonged throb. It was a dick made for fucking, it was designed to fill holes and fill them well, and letting it throb in the open air, desperate for attention, for something slick and wet to be inside of, was probably torture all on its own. He stroked his paw through the feline's thick chest fur, gripping and tugging at a handful of the bristly pelt.


"Removing his fur will eliminate 90% of the male's musk - that musk is an underlying stimulant that encourages the feline's 'dominance' behavior. Without it, he will be able to focus more on what his role is rather than what his body is telling him to do." 


"You're still rampantly erect. Is it because you failed?" Jaro asked, as he pulled his scaled fingers up Vull's length, grimacing at the bead of precum oozing excitedly from the tip. "Does your own inadequacies, your disobedience turn you on so much?"


Vull closed his eyes, whimpering in shame and excitement. He didn't want to be erect, had tried as hard as he could not to be, but he couldn't help himself. He hadn't even had his dick when he woke up that morning, and now Jaro, his tormentor, was casually jacking him off. He scorned himself; he was an athlete, with ironclad control over his own body. Jaro's humiliating disdain for him, while holding his erection, made his cock throb in the dragon's grasp. The vet's fingers, nudging and stroking over his prostate, wasn't helping either. 


"With the fur gone, we can trim back his claws, of course. Leave him with flat little nubs, or extract them at the root so that they don't grow back at all." The vet pulled his fingers free of Vull's rear end, the tiger shuddering at the quick, rough extraction of the two thick fingers. The vet's same fingers now reached towards his muzzle, and he turned his head away, getting a dangerously crushing squeeze around the middle of his dick from Jaro. The gloved fingers pressed against Vull's lips, sticky from where they had just been, and he sneered in disgust as they pressed along the outside of his fangs. 


"We can strip these out, too. Leave a couple in the back so he can crush hard foods - are you still letting him eat hard foods?"


"Nothing he can't choke down whole, like the beast he is," Jaro sneered. "I think he'd look good without his fangs."


Vull coughed, gagging as the vet's fingers pried open his maw, his tongue thrusting to the side, away from the bitter vinyl. His ears folded back, he looked up at Jaro, hopefully, and then opened his mouth wide, allowing the vet to grip and tug at his tongue.


"We can remove this, of course, as well. He won't be talking much if you just strip out his tongue and vocal cords," the vet mused, tugging the wide pink organ out and into the open, squeezing it tightly between his sheathed fingers. "But if you really want to nip all of these problems in the bud..." 


The badger reached down, and grasped the neck of Vull's scrotum, tugging sharply at it with his other hand. Vull grunted, teeth pinching against his own forcibly-extended tongue, as his nuts dangled heavily from the doctor's paw. 


"There's always neutering," the badger teased. "I mean, that's your go-to, isn't it? I'm rather surprised to see him in such an 'intact' state, to be honest. We could slice these off, lickety split. Would be done in five minutes, if you don't feel like waiting for anesthesia to kick in."


Vull had been emasculated dozens of times, now, had felt his cock and balls ruined, vaporized, crushed, ground, burned, and converted. That had all been remote, though, distant and synthetic, like watching a movie. He could feel it, he felt every bit of it, but he couldn't see what was happening. Now, though, seeing his balls hanging from the other predator's fingers, the tiger felt a sharp, cold shiver seize its way up his spine and tighten into his shoulders. He had just gotten them back. He needed to keep them, if only for them to be tortured later. 


"Perhaps," Jaro said. He released the tiger's prong, and wiped his precum-stained paw off on Vull's chest fur. "Strip his fur, for now. It will be a visual reminder of his failure and his weakness."


"Of course," the badger said. With one sharp tug, he let the tiger's scrotum fall back to the exam table with a thunk, and procured an electric hair trimmer from one of the wall-mounted cabinets. It turned on with a satisfying buzz. "I would suggest a refreshing daubing with peppermint oil afterwards, just to further eradicate any lingering musk." 


Vull's broad muscular chest heaved in a shudder, as the vet gripped him by the shoulder. The razor sank into the fur of his gut like a sword, the sharp blades tickling against his skin as Dr. Venti carved away a sluice of fur. The tiger's creamy white underbelly poured over the vet's wrist, the cool kiss of the room's air sweeping in to touch the pale skin underneath. 


"Oh, look at that, the stripes are part of the skin, not just the fur," Dr. Venti said, as he gouged another stripe of fur free of Vull's belly and chest. "You learn something every day."


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The walk home was much harder than the walk in. Icy wind whistled between Vull's thighs, his naked cock and balls swinging jauntily back and forth, thumping nakedly from thigh to thigh. His nipples were faring no better, the harsh January weather biting against soft skin that was accustomed to the bulky, insulating sheath of thick fur that he had worn all his life. He was lighter, thinner, his naked body not quite as beefy and brutish without that added buffer of thick and glossy pelt. 


The cold slush on the sidewalk burned against his naked toes and fingers, and his broad shoulders shuddered as a plop of icy slurry fell from an overhead branch and landed upon him. He could feel the heat streaming out of his body, being whisked away by the thirsty wind, and the big muscular jock felt more vulnerable and delicate than he ever had.


The only fortunate aspect about the walk home was how short it was. Vull pulled at his leash, knowing better than to try and stand on two legs, tugging as urgently as he could without threatening to pull Jaro off of his own footing. That wouldn't do. He locked his mind into the thoughts of a fiery summer day, spring break, camp fires, hot chocolate. Hot things, to ward off the cold thoughts, the cold feelings that threatened to deplete him entirely. Twenty feet. Ten feet. Five feet. He pushed against the door with his shoulder, whimpering in exhaustion as Jaro reached past him to twist the door handle.


Then, he was inside, in the warmth provided by a wood fireplace, the nihilistic chill of winter left outside as it slammed closed behind him.


"There we are, back home, little pet," Jaro teased, as he took off his heavy jacket. He shook the snow off of it as he hung it up by the door, as Vull hunkered down miserably on the long rug along the main hallway. "Aren't you glad you got to show off your new haircut?"


Vull didn't answer, as he stuffed his paws up into his cold, slick armpits. His icy fingers ached, the knuckles feeling swollen and stiff. His teeth chattered, and he miserably wondered if losing his teeth instead of his fur would have been the better choice. Not that it was his choice to make. He shuddered, his tail a limp wet whip across his lap, as the dragon strolled up to him and hooked a finger under the tiger's collar.


"Come now, let's go downstairs and warm you up," he said, sounding invigorated after what was, for him, merely a brisk walk through a pleasant winter snow. He dragged the weary tiger to the stairs, forcing him to walk down them on hands and knees. "You know your place, so climb up onto it."


Vull was tired, but he desperately wanted to leave this hell hole, so he obediently climbed up onto the raised platform. He had spent weeks strapped to this, when he had first been portalled, wailing in agony as his dick and balls were tortured and desecrated, over and over again. Now, it felt like an old friend - a friend still stained with the tiger's missing musk. He was comforted with that smell, his denuded, stained body stinking with herbaceous essential oils.


Jaro had brought a present for him; a pair of large black boxing gloves. They gleamed like ripened eggplants, never used, and almost comically oversized. Vull watched in silence as the dragon approached. He, truthfully, did not have the energy to protest, as the dragon slid the first glove over his icy paw. He was chilled to the bone, and simply wanted to sleep, to curl up under a blanket and revive the heat that his body was no longer capable of retaining on its own. 


The fit was snug, and Jaro pulled a velcro strap tight, winching it into place around the tiger's wrist. Vull lifted that paw up, turning it from side to side, and briefly imagined slamming it into the side of Jaro's skull, as the dragon strapped the second glove into place. Every movement was deliberate and controlled, the dragon smirking slightly, which meant that he had come up with some new way to torment Vull. He saw why, when the dragon held up the innocuous tube with blue and red lettering in big blocky letters on it. Icy Hot®. Jaro's scaled fingers squeezed the tube and dragged it along the palm of his left glove, leaving a white, puffy trail of cream that stank of eucalyptus and menthol. He placed another line on the other glove, and then stood back, grinning widely.


"Stripping you of your fur was... amusing, but I don't think it really emphasizes how disappointed I am with your failure. It was such an easy task, but you didn't seem to even try. You're so eager to get off." The tiger pressed a claw into the naked skin of the tiger's left testicle, prodding a dimple into the chilled surface. "So maybe it's time to finally give you that chance."


Confusion flickered across Vull's visage, his cocky demeanor now a distant memory as he struggled to anticipate what Jaro was suggesting. Did the dragon want Vull to masturbate with the gloves? With gloves laced with Icy Hot®? It made no sense. He watched, as the dragon went to his workstation and opened the small mini fridge, revealing the jars and bottles of various compounds. He took out a vial of beige powder, and a bag of saline. 


"This," Jaro said, as he unscrewed the top of the saline bag and tapped the powder down into it. The beige salt dissolved, disappearing into the clear salt water. "Is crystallized capsaicin. Potent stuff. You've felt it before, I believe?"


Vull had. He hadn't known what was happening at the time, but he had been sounded with hot sauce, for a cooking show. The agony of the hot vinegar simmering in his urethra had nearly broke Vull's brain. Now, Jaro plunged a syringe into the bag, drawing forth the plunger until forty ccs of capsaicin infused saline had been extracted. He dropped the bag, and tapped the syringe.


"Good, good. This 'need' you mammals have to get erect, to ejaculate, to breed. It is so easily stimulated, and so very hard for you to control. I understand that. You can't just be told to stop being inferior, you need help. Lucky for you, I'm willing to help you."


The air thickened between them, as Vull's naked chest and arms broke out into goosebumps. A dark surge of dread bloomed within him, as the dragon lifted up his heavy, shorn scrotum, and dragged the very tip of the syringe down the cleavage between his balls.


"After all, you just got all your junk back, today," Jaro said with a deep, dangerous chuckle. "Who am I to say you can't use it? In fact, I'll explicitly give you permission, Vull." Then, he pushed the needle in, angling it to the left so that he could sink it into the back of the tiger's testicle, into the bloated epididymis behind it. The sharp puncture woke the tiger from the chilled complacency that the walk had left him with, his powerful muscles tightening abruptly, grimacing as his tender masculinity was so easily pierced. The shudder was involuntarily, the scream fortunately caught in his throat, bubbling out as nothing more than a wheeze as the dragon lazily twisted the syringe. He could feel the slender metal tube gouge through the tissue in the back of his scrotum, blindly maiming his organ as Jaro positioned it just right.


Jaro pressed the plunger, and the capsaicin-infused saline coursed into Vull's testicle, a scorching river that bloomed into his flesh, charting a fresh course through his most intimate geography. The refrigerated fluid immediately caused his testicle to attempt to contract, the dragon's firm grip keeping it in his paw as the fluid burrowed deeper into his egg. 


Then the itch started. The coldness felt like a hoof kick to the nut, but the growing itch on the inside of his naked testicle was maddening. It was an insidious burn, his ball searing from the inside out, and with each pump of his heart, the fiery infusion seeped deeper into his precious testicle. 


"I am an artist," Jaro mused, as he withdrew the syringe from Jaro's left testicle and positioned it at the back of the right.  "You may thank me, for giving you this opportunity to experience what I imagine being you must feel like, based on your behavior today." The dragon's clawed hand was precise, unyielding as the needle pierced the right orb, the tip sinking into the tender flesh with practiced ease. He jammed the needle in deeper and deeper, nearly the entire length of it buried inside Vull's egg, until he felt the tougher, thicker, rubbery flesh of the testicle propper, and then pulled it back out. "After all, there can be no other excuse for it. Surely, your need to cum, to get erect, is an unstoppable itch, eating you from the inside out. For what other reason would you voluntarily break the simple rules I set out for you?"


Sweat beaded on Vull's naked brow, the saltiness mingling with the oil that had been daubed across his face at the vet clinic. He fought to maintain the facade of a tiger in control of his body, even as his groin blistered with the chemical heat now simmering in the back of his balls. 


Both balls roiled in the chemical heat now, the sensation growing more intense with every second as tissues became inflamed and as the saline saturated more and more fully through the puffy epididymis. Vull's throat tightened, a silent scream clawing at his insides as he desperately fought the urge to cry out. He twisted his head from side to side, shaking off the overwhelming burning sensation that demanded that he rub at his balls, because he knew that doing so would only make things worse.


"Master," Vull finally panted, unable to keep himself from speaking. His face flushed, a hot blush burning away the icy chill that still clung to his form. His ears were folded flat against his head as he whimpered, "Please, forgive me, spare me this torment!"


"But, Vull, you're finally getting your chance," Jaro sneered. "Your chance to indulge in your bestial nature. I've given you everything you need to masturbate. I've even given you a reason to. The only way you're going to purge that capsaicin out of your testicles is through ejaculation. If you want the burning to end, you'll need to purge it."


Both of Vull's testicles were swollen and feverish to the touch. The tiger's maleness had grown darker with the sudden flush of blood down to his groin, erecting itself automatically as his body tried to flush the fluid out of his testicles. Vull reached down, rubbing the back of his boxing gloves against his nut-sack, grinding it down against the table. 


"It burns," he cried out, ashamed of his weakness. The grinding pressure wasn't helping, as he felt the pressure merely bulging the fluid deeper into the epididymis, causing his nuts to flare out in a fresh burst of pain. Tears brimmed from his eyes as he pulled his gloved paws back in frustration. "Fuck!"

"You are boring me," Jaro murmured. "I gave you a gift; control over your own pleasure. Now, given the chance to demonstrate your need for me, all you can think of is to suppress it? No, no, Vull. Stroke yourself."


Vull didn't want to. He wanted to, more than anything, to grip his cock again and to feel his length, proud and powerful, between his fingers. This was a mockery of that, more than anything else. He looked down at his dick, the thick pink length nuzzling against his inner thigh. Once he grasped it, he would only have a half a minute or so before the medicated ointment started to burn. Could he get himself off in that amount of time?
Even the ejaculation would be painful, he realized. No matter what he did, he was going to suffer. His tail lashed through the air behind him, as his dick strained to full erection, the barbs jutting out proudly, a testament to his masculinity.


This was his only chance, he realized. His balls were on fire, and it would only get worse. He didn't even know if he could get off with the pain frying his synapses, but he knew that he had to at least try. Jaro watched with the detached fascination a lepidopterist waiting for a cocoon to open, as Vull reached down towards his erection. Vull couldn't do this to himself... but he needed to do this to himself. His balls nestled against his naked inner thighs, warm to the touch, and throbbing with competing needs. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.


He knew it would be, but he did it anyways. He pushed his mitts together, his cock jutting up between them, the pink head of his dick jutting up between the smooth, glossy leather. He groaned, feeling the thickness of his dick faintly through the cushions of the mitts. He also felt the faint cool tacky sensation of the medicated cream against the side of his cock. He pushed down with his mitts, stroking the cream along the sides of his shaft, but also stroking the full length of his maleness with the smooth, malleable leather of the mitt. 


It was the first time that he had gripped himself like this in months, and tears drooled out of his ears in simple happiness at having the chance to do it. His dick throbbed - even muted, his dick knew it was him holding it, stroking it. He bucked his hips upwards, careful not to smear the cream over his glans as he pulled his dick back down through the mitt. As long as he didn't get it into his urethra, it would probably be fine. 


The Icy Hot® was smeared in a slick, chilling trail, the cream already tingling against his flesh as he began to fuck his dick with the two clumsy mitts. He couldn't ignore the growing coolness, and knew that the burning was shortly behind, but the burning in his balls was driving him forward, and he needed to climax, as hard and as fast as possible. His throat tightened around gasps of pleasure, as he focused entirely on getting himself off as efficiently as possible with the big, awkward leather mitts. 


Jaro loomed close, a predatory gleam in his bared teeth as he rested a clawed paw along the tiger's shoulders. "Look at you, my proud tiger," he taunted, dripping with condescension. "Does it feel good, playing with yourself again? Is that making all of this worth it, puppet?"


Vull ignored him, his eyes closing, his balls boiling as he focused on the feel of the seam along the mitt's thumbs. It was hardly noticeable, just a single scratch of thread, but it wasn't covered in Icy Hot®. He carefully stroked it against the small barbs that lined his glans, the short, quick stroked bristling them up and down. Oh, yes, this could work. It was maddening, just a touch when he needed a stroke, but it was something he could control.


The Icy Hot® was burning now, the rest of his shaft quickly being over-stimulated by the intense chemical sensation of the menthol and the methyl salicylate, searing his exposed flesh. His mitts were smearing the paste into a thinner and thinner film, but each time they stroked over his flesh, they reactivated the chemical, re-exposing it to air and giving him a frozen-hot surge of constant chemical activation.


'Come on, please,' he whispered furtively to himself, trying to get to the edge, his motions becoming more desperate. He needed to cum, hard, and fast, now. His balls were already red hot coals now, the inflammation as painful as the chemical response, his testicles swelling the sack out until it was stretched tightly and compressing the two tiger eggs in against each other. 


He just needed a little bit more. The seam wasn't going to be able to do it. He hadn't even realized the thought before he had rubbed his mitts up and over the head of his cock, finally giving his dick something to thrust into. He yelped in agony as he did so, realizing that he was smearing the Icy Hot® all over his cockhead, even feeling it being scraped off of the mitt and into his urethra. It was impossible to take it back out, which meant he had seconds before that started to burn. He humped blindly, humiliated trying to fuck the boxing mitts in front of Jaro, lifting up onto his knees so that he could swing his hips more effectively. His fat nuts swung heavily forward and back, thumping painfully into the mitt and being slapped back between his thighs. 


He was having a hard time feeling the mitts, he realized. His cockhead, blazing with fresh chemical scalding, was getting more and more intensely stimulated by it, but the rest of his dick was quickly going numb. He couldn't even feel the pressure of the smooth leather mitts against it anymore, much less the stroking of his hunches. He fucked erratically, pounding his mitts together against his cock and fucking through it, trying to ignore Jaro's laughter. He was trying to stoke an orgasm that was quickly slithering out of reach, his prized and handsome tiger prick no longer able to give him the pleasure he needed to trigger it.


"Come on, come on, come on," he muttered to himself, desperate now, as the mentholated frost of the Icy Hot® crept up over his member. His thrusts began to falter, as even the very tip of his cock went numb, the tender flesh rendered inert by the soothing, medicated effects of the topical cream. 


The tiger cried out in frustration, his mitts falling to his side and his head bowing in shame. He settled back down, sitting down on the table, his painfully overheated eggs crushed underneath his buttocks, but he didn't bother to try to shift his weight off of them. His dick jutted, a dark pink, gleaming with its thin sheen of ointment and completely, utterly useless. He had failed. Fresh tears flowed down the defeated feline's cheeks, as the humiliation of his failure overwhelmed him. 


"Vull," he heard, the indulgently gloating tone in Jaro's voice demanding his attention. Exhausted, the tiger looked up, not trying to hide his shame or his agony or his frustration. The dragon was watching him, drinking it all in, enjoying his suffering. Let him.


"Watch," Jaro said, and leaned down. Vull watched, as the dragon's snout approached his maleness, a drool of precum oozing from the numb tip. Vull licked his lips, briefly, and then blew. 


His breath streamed down over Jaro's length, cold and hot at the same time, and the Icy Hot®'s dormant chemical reaction was restarted anew with the sudden gust. A thousand icy needles plunged into the tiger's shaft, freshly stimulating the numb flesh, and the heat of a blowtorch burned in between every needle. The tiger's cock erupted with a stinging, fiery wrath, and Vull choked back an anguished sob as it throbbed upwards, the overwhelming sensation of cold and fire mixing together. 


Somehow, it worked. His testicles, being crushed and boiling under his rump, clenched down, and he felt the sudden contraction of an orgasm. There was no pleasure in it, his body was mechanically responding to an overstimulating sensation, but it was still an orgasm. The feline cried out as his body betrayed him, his muscles spasming and hips grinding up and forward, trying to fuck into something, anything, despite being almost entirely numb and inert. He was barely coherent as he saw the first pinkish shot of cum shoot out of his dick, the throb of ejaculation burning up from his groin to his dick, but the actual pleasure of it missing. His simmering testicles purged themselves, again and again, the tiger's body contracting and contorting, only managing to keep his mitts slammed down against the table beneath him as hot plaps of his seed squirted out to land in long ribbons in front of him. 


After the first couple squirts, he was in agony. The full length of his urethra had been soaked in the capsaicin-infused semen along the way of the first blast, and the hot rush of repeated contractions was merely antagonizing the blistering heat. The feline shrieked, his body overwhelmed finally, and as his dick slapped back against his stomach, he collapsed in exhaustion onto the table.


He was no longer ejaculating, but his entire urethra was burning with the same heat as his testicles, now. He could feel it, the burning eating into his flesh, and he whimpered as the dragon rested one clawed hand along his brow.


"I hope it was worth it, mammal," Jaro crooned, stroking Vull's brow almost affectionately. "Your ejaculation proves that you are not yet ready for your freedom. Another month should give you ample time to improve yourself."


Vull could not respond. Exhausted, and depleted, and suffering, he faded into unconsciousness.