Jaro & Vull
"Wow, your chest hair is like, so innnnnteresting," the fox slurred, one hand raking awkwardly through Vull's chest fur. The skinny twink took a sip of his appletini, sloshing some of it out of his glass and onto the big tiger's naked thigh, and in response, Vull brushed the fox's hand off of his chest. The fox put it back, scrunching fingers through the thick white fur as he glugged down the rest of his sparkling green beverage. He gave a sly smile as he thought of something flirty to say. "I mean, wow, how do you get black fur mixed in with white fur? Does it mean you're... like... old or something?"


The vulpine almost missed the bar as he set his empty glass down, and tried to climb up onto the tiger's leg. Vull rolled his eyes, and pressed a hand against the fox's halter top. He lowered his knee and pushed back, sliding the adamant drunk down and off of him until he was swaying on his own two feet again. "I'm a tiger. We can get stripes anywhere. Even on our chest."


The fox lurched forward, and grasped onto the big feline's forearm, clinging tightly. "Nooo, don't push me away, I'm really interested, I've never gotten fucked by a tiger before! Is it true what they say? Are tigers... you know..." The fox giggled, leaning in to whisper, "Small? Like, I mean, your dick. Is it tiny?"


"You are batting zero, asshole," Vull replied. His fingers curled into the harness, gripping instead of pushing, and he tugged the skinny fella so that his snout was up close and personal against the tiger's own. He pulled back his lips in a 'smile' so that the fox could see his big, solid white teeth. His other hand snaked down to cup the fox's crotch, right through his bootie shorts. His thumb claw pulled the zipper down. "If you need a big dick to fuck you, though, maybe I should just use yours, though, mm?"


The fox whimpered and yelped, squirming deliciously, as Vull casually tugged the vulpine package out into the open. The fox's orbs landed in his palm, soft and fluffy and white furred, and his dick extended past it and over the side. Probably nine or ten inches. Vull closed his fist, around the whole package, enjoying the feel of the meat being crushed in his grasp. 


"St-stop! You're hurting me!" The fox whined, his tail curling around his waist. The twink tried to pull at the tiger's hand on his meat and berries, but he was helpless, and Vull felt the throb that passed through the fox's cock when he realized as such. Vull knew that the vulpine would happily let Vull do whatever he wanted with him, that his protests were just an act. "Let go!"


"Sure," Vull said, and did as such. He smirked at the confused look of disappointment on the fox's face, and then leaned back against the bar, taking his fifth mint julep of the night and tasted it. It was watered down. He glanced at the bartender, scowling, and the bartender shrugged and tapped his wrist. Closing time. Great.




Vull had spent the entire night swatting away foxes, rabbits and goats, all of whom tried to be cute and soft and vulnerable, acting like Vull wasn't a beefy tiger dom, naked and drinking whiskey by himself on a Friday night. Every time he had seen someone he might actually like to have a drink with, he was either intercepted by a 'clumsy' trip or blocked out by someone more openly eager. The bar scene felt less like a game of 'Operation' and more like a game of 'Hungry Hungry Hippos'. 


Vull looked into the far corner of the bar, where he'd seen one dude sitting by himself, about as far away from where Vull was as a guy could get. The dude was fully Aragorned, receded into the shadows with only the occasional orangish flare of a cigar being pulled at. The rest of the bar trash had ignored the table completely, and at the end of the night, that made whoever it was the most interesting person in the room. Vull stood up and strolled over.


The tiger's keen eyes adapted as soon as the overhead lights were behind him, and he saw that the figure was a dragon, a green dragon in fact. Emerald scales glistened in the dim light, the two legged reptile watching Vull's approach with glassy, distant eyes. Vull's whiskey-soaked mind tried to come up with trivia about green dragons, but all it came up with was memories of porns he had watched in college. 


"Lemme see your tongue," he blurted, standing next to the table. He realized as he was saying it, that it might not be the right way to introduce himself, but it was said and he had to roll with it. Maybe the drake had a sense of humor. 


The dragon lifted his head up and blew a plume of smoke to wreathe around the tiger's head. It was fragrant, rich with the spice of tobacco, and Vull swept it away with a hand. 


"Okay, that was bad, sorry. The local vernacular is starting to wear off on me." Vull grabbed a nearby chair, twisting it around so he could straddle the back of it, Riker-style. This helped push the tiger's generous fat sheath and heavy balls right up against the metal slats that made up the back of the chair, subtly advertising his prowess. "I haven't ever spoken with one of your kind before, so I-"


"What do you mean, 'my kind'?" The dragon asked, his eyes a gleaming yellow in the dim light and his voice like water pinging on a tin roof overhead. "Do you mean a... 'bdsm top'?"


Vull swallowed, pushing away that feeling that this whole meeting was going drastically, terribly wrong. "Uh, no, I mean..." He gestured. "A dragon. Reptiles, I guess. Lizards and stuff. I've never felt one... on the inside, I mean." The tiger's tongue kept getting in the way of his teeth as he talked, his tail curling up behind him. 


"Oh, I see. I'm a `lizard and stuff'. Fascinating," The dragon blew another stream of cigar smoke at the tiger, making the feline scrunch up his nose. He didn't wave it away, this time. "You've found the least interesting aspect of me, and decided to just drill down on that one thing, mm?"


"Well, no, I didn't mean it like that," The tiger chuckled. He leaned forward, resting one elbow on the dragon's table, casually flexing his naked biceps. He was only wearing a sleeveless leather vest, and he gave his best shit eating grin as he postured himself in a way to best show off the power of his dense, muscular build. "I'm interested in you. That's all. I know you guys are more than just tongues and fire and hordes and stuff."


"Do you now," the dragon closed his book, a hardcover with a title the feline couldn't interpret. The dragon looked Vull over, and in response Vull puffed out his chest, draped his other hand on the back of the chair, and curled his fingers to casually point at the hefty basket he was sporting. "And you're willing to give me the chance to demonstrate for you what 'guys like me' are all about?" 


"..." Vull felt like, perhaps, he had made a mistake of some kind. The dragon's tone suggested this was a 'gotcha' kind of question, but he couldn't interpret how. He licked his lips, his smile faltering, as he tried to come up with some way to impress the dragon. Finally, he leaned forward, gave his most roguish smile, and nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that."


The dragon shook his head. "You don't even know my name, but you want to stuff that gross mammal dick of yours up my vent?" He stuffed the book into a leather satchel, and stood up, regarding Vull with sharp eyes. "Pass."


"No, no, you got me all wrong," Vull said, standing up as well. His dick, which had chubbed slightly from the dragon's attention, slapped against the top of the chair back as he did so. Vull gestured to the bartender to tab his drinks, and strode out of the bar, just behind the dragon. 


The dragon was taller than Vull, which wasn't too surprising, but he was also thicker, too. The dragon had meat on his bones. The tiger stepped up alongside him, walking with the dragon away from the bar, down the sidewalk, and into the darkness. "I never even said I was interested in your, um... 'vent'." Vull hadn't even realized that dragons had vents. "I've never even seen a dragon's dick before! Usually in the videos, you only ever see their faces."


"Ah, I see. You're only interested in my face, then?" The dragon asked, taking a left down a side street. Vull peeled off his vest, to fully bare his chest, and followed. He couldn't always make much sense with his mouth, but his body always knew the right things to say.


"I'm interested in all of you, obviously. Come on, I know you must be interested in me, too, you wouldn't be letting me follow you back to your place otherwise," the tiger said. He swiveled around, and stepped in front of the dragon. He walked deftly backwards along the sidewalk. "I know you were checking me out in the bar. I'm not the only one interested in just 'one' body part, am I?" He reached down, giving his thickened sheath a squeeze, bouncing it in his palm. He enjoyed being naked, especially in public, especially with a partner who was not. The dragon's body was swathed in a thick soft dark leather jacket, his feet tucked into solid black boots, his legs hidden in smooth nylon slacks.


"I think you misinterpreted hunger for desire," the dragon said drily. "You're welcome into my home, but this is your only warning... one night with me will change the way you see the world, and see yourself," The dragon stepped forward, then, and brushed Vull's hand aside. He cupped the tiger's groin and squeezed the warm, healthy bulk he felt there between his fingers, a glimmer of a smile on the dragon's muzzle as he gave Vull's meat a squeeze. "You are lucky that I like my toys hung, dumb, and full of cum."


Vull grinned, surging against the squeeze along his maleness. "Finally. It's nice to meet you. I'm Vull. And you're cupping about twelve inches of tiger pride." He arched his eyebrows proudly.


"Feels like ten, but, from what I've heard, that's still quite large. For a feline," the dragon said, and Vull saw the glimmer of a smile expand into a smirk. "Either way, it is acceptable, I guess. You will call me Jaro."


Vull grinned, unabashedly now, his stripes crinkling into black friendly creases along his cheeks and forehead. He reached for the dragon's belt, but the dragon squeezed firmer, hard enough to give him pause. "Ugh, what? We can just..." He gestured to a darkened building, to the space between two dumpsters. "It won't take me long to get you off."


"Oh, no," Jaro sneered. "We're not doing that, not here. You're coming to my playroom, and I'm having my way with you. When I get off, it's because I am doing something, not because someone is doing something to me." 


Vull looked down at the hardened length of his tiger cock, his long pink length a thick ridge that had hardened against the dragon's forearm. The dragon's paw was mostly wrapped around the tiger's fat nuts, but his claws digged into the flesh of his sheath, and his grip seemed calculated to force blood into his cock, and keep it there. "Well, for my dick to get you off, I'm gonna have to do something to you. That's kind of how," and he gestured to his erection, "this works."


"I'm sure that's how it has worked for you, so far," Jaro scoffed. He waved his hand, to the large wrought iron fence that they were standing in front of. "But you've only scratched the surface of what that big cat dick of yours is capable of." The gate swung open, silently, a monumental amount of metal shifting through the air and locking with hard clicks into invisible restraints. Jaro let go of the tiger's dick, and the tipsy, horny, confused feline followed him up and into the stately building that the gate safeguarded. 


"I mean, I can do a lot of things with my cock," the tiger protested, as he followed Jaro in through the front entrance. The dragon had furnished his home with red velvet and old wood, sturdy antiques that stood their ground against the onslaught of time. The tiger glanced around, but Jaro wasn't giving him a tour. The drake's scales shimmered under the incandescence from the chandelier overhead, as he walked directly to a sleek, unobtrusive door frame on the far side of the entrance hall. 


"I'm sure you can, but I can do more with it than you can," the dragon said. He slid a finger along the frame of the door, and there was a hidden click. The door popped, and swung away from the two, revealing an unlit concrete stairwell leading downwards. Vull started to step past the dragon, but was stopped by a hand against his chest. The dragon's fingers were cool as they slid through the fur to press against the skin of his left pectoral, just over his heart. "No."


"No?" Vull asked, incredulously. He gestured to the stairwell. "That's your playroom, right? You don't want me to go down there?"


"Toys only go somewhere when they're told to," Jaro explained, crossing his arms and watching Vull, his long snout dipping into a slight frown.


"Oh, I'm a toy, now?" Vull asked, as he took a step back. His erection gave a little throb at the barb, enjoying the way the dragon was pretending he wasn't about to be gagging on tiger cock. He tossed his vest to the side, and stroked his fingers up his stomach, gripping his pecs, flicking his thumbs against his nips. "Do these look like toys?" He didn't wait for the dragon to respond, as he twisted to the side, curling his arms and flexing the muscles in them. He was a powerful feline, and his shoulders and arms reflected the work and discipline that went into making him a powerhouse. "What about these? Toys?"


Jaro didn't seem all that engaged, his lips tightening as if waiting for a child to cease their tantrum. Vull wasn't used to this, and it excited him. He gestured to his groin with both of his hands, emphasizing the generous maleness that dangled there. "Does this look like a toy to you?"


Jaro's scaled brow raised up, as he looked down, at the swinging feline shaft that jutted proudly out from the tiger's groin. It was pleasantly freckled with pointed barbs, and the dragon traced a single finger along the top of the feline's shaft, teasing the very tips of those pink, thorn-shaped niblets. 


"It does, yes," Jaro confirmed, and reached up to catch Vull's chin between his fingers. He pulled the tiger closer to him, catching him slightly off balance. He looked the tiger in his eyes, and his own had no humor in them, no space for jesting. "Vull, let me make this clear. I have a very specific... hierarchy in this house. If you step through this doorway, you're consenting to anything and everything I'm going to do to you until you leave."


"What, are you a murderer or something?" The naked tiger asked. "Cuz, you know, the bar has a security system. I'm on camera leaving with ya." 


"I'm glad to see you're taking this seriously, Vull, because I do," Jaro said, a claw pressing up against the underside of the tiger's chin, pressing up just enough that the tiger felt a twinge in the root of his tongue. "Step through that doorway, and you're mine, to do whatever I want with you."


"It goes both ways, chap," Vull countered. He backed away from Jaro, towards the stairs behind him. He spread his arms up to either side, and walked backwards down the stairs. He used his tail to feel behind him, just as he had on the sidewalk. "If you come down here after me, you're accepting responsibility for anything I'm gonna do to you."


Jaro smiled, then, the first real smile Vull had seen that night, and followed. "If you say so."


Vull smirked. His tail indicated he was on solid ground again, and he spun around gracefully, only to be confronted, immediately, with a large, dangling brown horse penis. It  hung nearly two feet, was as thick as his neck, and the tip of it was crusted over with a white salt. As he stared at it, trying to understand what was happening, another drop of precum oozed from the dip, dropping to the floor.


Vull took a step back, his heel bumping against the staircase, and realized that the entire wall, which was maybe thirty feet long, was decorated with plaques, most of which had genitals of one form or another mounted on them. Cocks, balls, breasts, vaginas, and combinations of the above, on plaques of various materials. Some of them seemed to be completely inert, but others certainly weren't. He stared at what looked like a green sea cucumber, the large, thick flesh of it flexing, the tip swirling slowly through the air. 


"Now you're starting to understand the risks, little toy," Jaro said, his hands resting on the naked tiger's shoulders. "You follow my rules, and you get to leave with your cute little cock and balls. Fail, and there will be... consequences." The dragon stepped up to a plaque that held a feline's cock, much like his own. He could tell from there being many more, but smaller, barbs on the head of the penis that it was a lion's. He could also see the small flap of skin underneath, with the row of stitches that were still healing. All sac, no balls. "Mischievous little scamp couldn't keep himself from screaming, when all I did was scare him a little. I'm sure you'll be better behaved, right?"


Vull reached forward, and cupped up under the dangling horse cock. It was warm. He squeezed his fingers around it. It throbbed. He stroked his hand up the length, to the testicles that laid flat against the plaque. They cringed away from his touch. Hmm. "Yeah, I get it. But what's the risk in it for you? I mean, sure, you get to steal their junk, but, you must have offered something to them, first..."


"I didn't need to." Jaro rested a hand between Vull's shoulder blades, and guided him away from the wall, towards the play area. There was an area, cordoned off with tapestries save for a narrow entrance. The tiger allowed himself to be led, lifting his hands to stroke his fingers against the heavy, silk curtains as he walked between them. On the other side, two chaise lounges filled up most of the enclosed room, each angled to give visitors a view of the bondage platform in the center. Vull paused, then, his tail frizzing up slightly as he saw all the manacles, straps, chains and hooks that made up the standing table. 


"Go on, lean back against it," Jaro said, amusement tinting his voice. Vull wasn't quite sure about doing that, just yet, circling around the contraption hesitantly. It had pneumatics and cabling and hinges, suggesting that the table could be pivoted to lay flat, stand upright, or extend upwards and hang upside down. The gear that was mounted to it was in very good condition, and while Jaro could smell sex and lust and fear, clinging to the leather and foam of the table, he could not smell blood - or at least, not much of it - or the cleaning agents used to eliminate the smell of blood. 


"I said, toy, to lean back against it," Jaro repeated, stepping closer to the tiger. There was a sharpness, an edge to his voice that had Vull doing just that, feeling the metal against his shoulders before he was quite aware he was doing it. He could have ducked, bolted, etc, but this was interesting, this was exciting, and his dick was rock hard. His dick had never been wrong about the stuff it was interested in before. This wasn't a trick.


"I'm starting to catch on to your vibe," the tiger said. He rested a paw on the table, and held up his other. "You say that everyone on your wall agreed to let you take their packages. I don't consent to that. I'm walking out of here, intact. No portals, no trophies, nothing like that."


"I see," the dragon said. "Well, that doesn't seem very interesting to me. My trophies, my 'dragon's hoard', if you will, all used to belong to males just like you. All of them thought they wanted to keep their packages, just like you claim to, and yet each one of them allowed me to take it."


"Well, good for them I guess, but that's not my thing. You can tease all you want, but I have my limits, and I expect you to respect them."


"And how would you like me to respect your limits?" Jaro asked, as he sauntered over to a large ridged cock, gently caressing the flesh with his long fingers. The cock swelled, thickening excitedly at the touch.


"I know that hearing someone begging and pleading is an important part of being a big mean dommy top," Vull said, waving his hand dismissively. "I'm down with mewing for you if that gets you off, but if I say 'caramelized', that means it's over, we're done, and it's time to let me loose."


"Caramelized," Jaro mused, saying the word as if for the first time. "Sure. That's the safeword. If you say that, I'll release you." He paused. "That will be my safeword, as well. Just in case."


"Good," Vull said, licking his lips. He glanced around the room, the mint juleps still circulating through his blood, making him feel good, making him feel confident. "Then I guess we can get started. How do you want me? Like this?" He asked, snuggling back against the table. He lifted his paws and felt at either side of his head for the leather cuffs. 


Jaro leaned forward, folding one flap over Vull's left wrist and folded the other flap over the first. The tiger couldn't see, but he felt, as Jaro yanked the strap snugly, pinning his arm in place. He flexed his fingers into a thumbs up, and waggled his fingers of his other hand at the dragon.


"You're going to be so fun to break, I can tell," Jaro whispered, his voice somehow clear in the tiger's ear without being loud. The dragon strapped the tiger's other wrist into place, and dragged his fingers down the feline's arm. Vull flexed the arm obligingly, the muscles clenched firm and impressive. Jaro's fingers were already past it, moving towards his groin instead.


"You got me," Vull whispered back, as he felt fingers encircling his erection. "A hot, horny tiger stud, ready to plow your vent. Are you going to strip down, now that I'm safely restrained?"


"I don't think so," Jaro said, as he stroked his fingers slowly up the feline's length. The grip squeezed over his barb, and Vull's shoulders twitched, instinctively trying to reach down. 


"Bit rough," he said, as that grip slowly stroked up, squeezing over more of them. The dragon was holding that thick cock in his grasp, watching Vull's expression as he squeezed down over more of the barbs. The chains rattled as Vull squirmed again. "They're sensitive, that doesn't actually feel very good."


"Oh, I had no idea," Jaro said, and reversed his stroke, squeezing back down over the barbs he had already compressed. Vull hissed as the fleshy thorns were folded backwards against his skin, his fur bristling outwards. "Is this better?"


"No, not really," Vull said, plainly. "In fact, maybe you should use your tongue instead? I mean, feline cocks prefer slick, wet holes."


"Why the fuck do you think I care what your dick prefers?" Jaro laughed, as he stroked back down to the tiger's root, and then back up again, slowly and firmly, towards the barbs. "Toys don't get to choose the games they play. I can make you cum, whether you enjoy it or not."


"Well, I'm not enjoying this," Vull said, more urgently, as the dragon's fingers ground up over his barbs one more time. "Just fucking... just stroke it slower. Be gentle, dammit!"


"No," Jaro said. He twisted his palm, Vull's eyes bugging as his entire cock was roughly over stimulated, his toes splaying at the sudden, intense, overwhelming sensation of most of his barbs being crushed and squeezed at the same time. 


"FUCKER!" Vull said, but precum bubbled up out of the tip of his cock, and his flesh surged to rock hardness in the dragon's grip. Jaro just didn't seem to care about what he was doing, as long as it got the tiger hard, which made Vull's tail flick in anticipation of what would happen next. 


"Oh, I see you're already starting to cum," Jaro said, as his fingers twisted and tugged at ust the last four inches or so of the feline's cock. The sensation was maddening, and Vull tried to step away from the table, to fuck up into that grip, but of course his paws were restrained.


"It's just precum," Vull hissed, "Please, fucking smear it on my cock, make it wet!"


"No," Jaro sneered, and pressed his thumb claw into the feline's slit. Vull hissed, and tried to pull his cock away, but Jaro followed his twist, keeping the slender intrusion stuffed down into the tiger's cocktip as his other fingers resumed stroking the cat's barbs. His precum had stained the dragon's palm, giving it just a bit of slickness, and that wetness was giving his barbs just enough to stroke against without it feeling like he was humping sandpaper. 


"Fuck, get it out!" he said, but even as he protested, he ground his dick up into the reptile's squeezing, cruel abuse. "Get your claw out of my hole!"


The dragon didn't need to, though. Despite the intensity and agony of being overstimulated, the dragon was somehow hitting all of the notes, mashing every button just right, and the tiger stud could feel his nuts tightening up and preparing to cum. He was startled, he never came this fast, but this green scaled fucker knew exactly what he was doing. The scrape of that claw in his dick hole was practically the only thing that didn't feel right, an intrusive splinter that kept him from being able to enjoy the rough handling. 


The dragon encircled the neck of the tiger's nut-sack with his other hand, feeling the heavy eggs pulling up against his fingers, and he pulled them down. Even that felt good, the lust-frenzied tiger slamming his head back into the table and thrusting upwards, ready to cum, his hot load ready to spurt-


Then nothing. Vull knew immediately what had happened, and swore, loudly, mindlessly as his cock was left to jut and throb in the open air, untouched, unstimulated. "Dammit I'm this fucking close, get your fucking mouth on my cock, NOW!" He yelled, but the dragon had knelt down by the tiger's ankles instead. Jaro acted as if Vull's cock didn't even exist, as he pulled the tiger's left ankle to the side, strapping it in with another leather cuff. His snout was close enough that he could, if he wanted, twist his hips and slap the dragon with his big, hard, dick. He could smear his hot fresh precum all over that smug bastard's cheek. Maybe Jaro would give him a suck job, and finish him off. His balls ached as they unclenched, his body ready to deliver a load but not getting the signals to.


"Dammit," Vull lamented, as the urgency drained away from him, and his dick sagged down a little. Jaro moved to restrain the other ankle, and as he did, his lips brushed, ever-so-faintly, just against the very very tip of the tiger's slick-capped shaft. Vull's cock throbbed, the barbs prickling into the open air, as he felt his other leg spread, and strapped down. Then Jaro grabbed the tiger's muscular tail. There were no leather cuffs for his tail, but rather, a latex-sheathed metal chain, that the dragon lazily wrapped around the squirming striped appendage. 
It was slow, almost ritualistic, and the growing weight of the chain along his tail was arousing all on its own. Jaro threaded the end of the chain into a karabiner slotted through a hole in the table, then latched it to itself. Vull instinctually tried to flex his tail, but it was leaden and inert, unable to lift itself away from the simple chain weight. 


"Okay, goodie, now you got me tied up. Totally helpless, woo, now please suck my dick," Vull demanded, staring down at Jaro, and the dragon's fingers stroked slowly up his sides, moving back up to his pectorals and finally his nipples. Vull puffed out his chest, as best he could, waiting for the twist or the pinch or the tweak... but none came. The fingers just rested there, feeling the tiger's nipples harden and nudge against their tips, before sliding smoothly upwards again. He felt them throttle his throat, thumbs pressing against his Adams apple and pushing smoothly backwards. "Wait, what-"


Then he couldn't speak, as the firm compression of the dragon's paws clamped down just hard enough to strangle his protest off. That was the moment he realized how restrained he actually was, and that he could do practically nothing to prevent the dragon from doing whatever he wanted. The hands around his throat drove it all home, and the tiger sucked in a deep lungful of breath between his fangs, eyes widening as he stared at the dragon who was suddenly nose to nose with him. Jaro's finger tips slid along the back of his neck, gently kneading along either side of the feline's spine, in a friendly, intimate way. Vull tried to swallow, but his Adams apple couldn't bob, his throat already too compressed to do it. Fear sparkled up his spine, into that reptilian part of his brain, and Vull felt pangs of fear begin to nip at him.


"There it is. That's what we like to see," Jaro said, his muzzle creaking back in dark delight. The tiger held his breath, as the thumbs massaged slowly along his throat, before stroking down over his chest. Jaro looked as if he were brushing free some bread crumbs, sweeping lightly through his fur, before curling lightly, possessively, around the tiger's handsome endowment. Vull surged again into the dragon's paw, though there was no warmth in the dragon's caressing fingers. 


Jaro held the tiger's maleness, the bulk of it filling his fingers. He felt the shaft of  engorged mammal flesh throb, hard and ready in his hands. "And here is what we like to feel." The edge of a single talon dragged against the fleshy bump of Vull's nipple, threatening to cleave through soft flesh. Vull flexed, pushing his chest out against the dragon's touch, and gritting his teeth defiantly. He ignored the way his dick throbbed at the unspoken threat in every touch of the large green dragon. 


"Feel away, Jaro," the tiger said. "I-"


"You will be silent," the dragon said, and that claw sank in, just enough to pierce the tip against his flesh, enough for a single bead of blood to well up around it. "You have no idea how much danger you are actually in, I fear. That's fine, that's fine. You will."


Vull stared at the blood on his nipple. He had never... been pierced like that, not intentionally, not sexually, anyways. His mind swirled, and he wondered if that was his limit. Should he use the safeword? There was something about all of this that was exciting and unique and hot, and it was only a little puncture. Vull enjoyed feeling like a toy, it made his cock hard to not need to be the one deciding what happened next. 


Jaro released the tiger's cock, and stroked his palms up over the broad chest, gripping and squeezing the feline's biceps between his claws. He enjoyed Vull's meatiness, that was apparent, his eyes tracking over every heavy bulge of the feline's muscles, his lips caressing against his lips. Vull knew all too well what those licks meant; he had done it himself, when a sizzling steak was placed in front of him. Not hunger, anticipation. Vull closed his mouth.


It was a wise choice. Uninterrupted, Jaro's fingers touched and strummed along the tiger's body, each caressing feather light. Despite Jaro only using the subtlest of touches, Jaro could feel his body responding, his heart thudding, his body twisting to push back against the dragon's teases.  The big tiger was not used to this, and was not prepared to resist it. It was a cruel mimicry of gentleness, a torturous dance that played through his fur and coaxed out a visceral response. He felt himself clenching his fists, tugging against the manacles. Even as he realized he was doing it, he couldn't stop it; he was inflamed. Without any pleasure to enjoy, the need for pleasure itched under his fur, and clawed at his muscles.

"Suck my cock," he heard someone say, and Jaro twisted his head up, looking at him slyly. 


"What was that?" the dragon said, softly, humor laced through his tone. "Did you just ask me to-"


"I didn't," Vull said, and then clamped his mouth shut. Humiliation flushed through his ears, his cheeks, the big predator's tail twitching anxiously. Vull liked being a brat, but he knew when he went too far, and this was twice too far. It was all the worse because he hadn't even meant to, it had just bubbled out. He looked downward, frowning, realizing that he had just given Jaro the perfect opportunity to 'discipline' him.


"You're very impulsive," the dragon said, fingers dancing in the air around the tiger's cock, close enough to get wet with the slick precum that was now eagerly bubbling up and out of the feline's loins, but not close enough for him to feel. Well, not enough to be sure what he was feeling was real and not just his lustful need to climax. "Being impulsive rarely ends well for my toys."


"Please," Vull growled, his voice husky and rough. He scrunched up his eyes, staring at the thick dick that was pumping out slick precum, to lubricate some tight passage that just didn't exist. It was all for show, his body designed to intimidate and impress, but it was all just dripping uselessly to the floor. "I need-"


"You need what I tell you you need," Jaro corrected him. The dragon slipped around behind Vull, and the tiger heard a wooden drawer being opened slowly. The tiger's ears twitched as he listened, trying to ignore the pound of his blood through his ears. 
Something metal, heavy, and small, scraped along the inside of that wooden drawer. It clinked in the air. It sounded like steel, perhaps. Jaro circled back around, and held up two interlocking pieces of metal. At first, Vull misinterpreted the first piece as some kind of tea strainer. A final metal mesh created a dome, with a steel rimmed space in the middle. The mesh was connected at three points with a thick, but flexible wire, to two wide, thick metal washers. These washers were loose, with large gaps in the center. 


Vull could smell the musk of other males, stained into the metal surface, could see the shape of some previous user's bell end that had sculpted the metal mesh to fit it perfectly. He wondered which of the trophies on the wall it had belonged to. It was a chastity cage.


Jaro held aloft the small, gleaming tool, swirling it lazily around on a finger. "Behold," he said, a smile playing on his lips as he dangled the diminutive cage before Vull's eyes. "Your test of submission."


There was no way it would fit on him, though. He realized that that was a trap, that he was meant to protest, a third offense in as many minutes, and so he bit his tongue. It surely was too small, though. It was barely a trinket, clearly custom designed for some lesser creatures; a svelte fox, a demure house cat would fill its confines adequately. But Vull was a big cat, a large cat, and there was just no way his erection could be crammed into such a small, uncomfortable looking device. His broad chest heaved, trepidation knotting itself in with the lust that boiled through his loins and in his gut. 


"Caramelized," he finally said, saying it with a reluctant sigh. "Sorry, that's too far. That shit looks dangerous."


Jaro paused for a moment longer, and then laughed. He knelt down between the tiger's thighs. He held the base of the cage, one of the thick washers, in one hand, and with the other, he cupped up against the tiger's heavy scrotum. He lifted the testicle up, and pressed the washer against it - it was ridiculous to think that it could fit through the diameter of the washer's inner hole. Vull's testicle was wider than the entire washer! His lips peeled back in disgust, every instinct inside him demanding that he rebuff the dragon for even thinking of putting that thing on his big predator junk.


"Caramelized," Vull said, louder this time, as panic began to sweep up through his mind, a flare of white static washing away his other thoughts. "CARAMELIZED, JARO, CARAMELIZED!"


Jaro looked up to the feline. Vull was shouting the safeword, and Jaro mouthed it alongside him, a dark amusement tightening his grin into a manic rictus. The dragon threaded the underside of the tiger's left nut through the hole of the washer. It wouldn't fit, but the dragon forced it through regardless. Cupping the top of the nut in one hand, and holding the washer in the other, he brought his hands together. Vull hissed as agony ripped through him, as his nut was slammed into the ring. Not through the ring, against it. The flesh bulged outwards, distended by the pressure as the powerful dragon's paws crammed themselves together. 


"It hurts, doesn't it?" Jaro whispered, watching fascinatedly as the bulging testicle began to, reluctantly, slide down through the ring. "Sorry about the safeword failure. I never really saw the point of them, not when I told you, twice, that once you entered your lair you belonged to me."


The dragon sighed, flexing his palm against the nut, to shift the angle with which he was pushing against it. "It's okay, though. I'm sure a big stud like you can handle a little bit of discomfort. Or are your balls going to pop, like last week's toy's did?" Jaro twisted his ball-paw back and forth, like turning a door knob, and felt the broad flesh begin to slip through. He could feel blood being compressed out of the nut itself, compressing it down to fit through the too-narrow ring. "After his first nut exploded, I thought the residual slime might help lubricate the second one. It didn't. It was immensely satisfying to crush his ruptured nut in my paw, splattering the innards through the ring to fill his bag with soft, wet, chunky mush... but the cage wasn't much needed after that. Ahh, there we go."


Vull's muffled roar of guttural pain broke through the seal of his lips, and he turned his head to the side, to direct it away from Jaro. His nut POPPED through the ring, the pressure of the dragon's paws hitting some benchmark that surpassed the resistance of the testicles. The testicle compacted down and squirted through the ring, a wet sound as internal trauma bruised the sticky noodles that made up the body of the testicle, before flopping through and bulging back out to its regular shape on the other side. 


Vull spasmed, his  belly clenching down hard on the nausea that steamed up through his guts from the intense pain. He heard himself protesting, asking Jaro to wait, but the dragon was already collecting up his other testicle, giving it a fond, appraising squeeze in his paw, and bringing it to the washer. Vull howled, slamming his head back against the table he was bound to, legs thrashing as his body tried to kick away the thing that was attacking its most vulnerable center, but he was restrained, and all it did was remind him of how utterly helpless he was right now.


The testicle crushed against the cords of the first nut, pinching them against the edge of the washer. His nerves sang in agony as one nut was bitten into by the industrial grade metal disc and the other was shoved down through that same disc. 


Despite the agony, and Jaro's callous handling of his balls... or perhaps because of it... when his second testicle SPLURP'd through the ring with another painful, 'liquifying of flesh' sensation inside it, Jaro's cock jutted upwards as stiff as a summer sausage, the head of his shaft dotted with hard, angry barbs that all jutted backwards defiantly, demanding to be stuffed into a nice slick hole that it could breed, plug, and flood. 


Jaro spent a moment or two, tugging the rest of the tiger's scrotum down through the hole that his balls had been crushed down through, gently kneading and squeezing against them to determine just how damaged they were. He did not report his findings, but he seemed satisfied. The tiger's testicles were still intact, still full, still ripe with pent-up need, a need that had been inflamed into acute sensitivity by the subtle artistry of the dragon's teasing minutes earlier. 


"I knew these balls, these bastions of virility of yours would hold up," Jaro said. He wrapped his slender fingers around the neck of Vull's scrotum, and clenched down, forcing the bruised nuts down further into their sack. 


"I also know that, as long as I keep admiring these fat balls of yours, you'll stay rock hard, no matter what I do to them," the dragon waggled his paws, slapping the nuts from thigh to thigh, and the tiger's nutcords ached as they were crushed and stretched, and Jaro cupped up under them with his other paw, fresh pain blossoming with each firm pat.  "You'd stay stiff even as you watched me slice your nuts off, so long as you knew that I was taking them because I wanted them for myself. I'm not done, yet, though. We still need to get this prized tiger cock of yours under control, as well. 


Jaro gripped the tiger's shaft, crushing it and twisting it abruptly downwards, the tip nestling into the inner ring. Vull's claws flexed against the table, scrabbling for a purchase that wasn't there, as the metal ring was forced slowly down the length of his shaft. His barbs were compressed painfully down against the rigid flesh, the ring scraping firmly over them one at a time, before flicking outwards again once through, angrily, reddened with the skin-scouring scrape of the disc across them. 


"Stay still, proud tiger," as he twisted the disc one way, then the other, enjoying the speckles of blood that beaded along some of the barbs, the tips of them scraped clean off. Then the ring was through the barbs. Jaro had no problem pulling it down until it came to a stop, four inches before away from the tiger's groin. The second ring had been dragged up to the feline's cock tip, which jutted against the edge of the inner diameter. Jaro pulled the first ring down, and the edge of the steel pushed awkwardly into the feline's urethral slit, like a horse's bit. 


He tugged again, this time more firmly, and a pained cry squeaked out of the feline as his cock lip was folded backwards, before the ring was able to proceed down over the inflamed barbs. The second scraping was even more excruciating than the first, as the raw skin was scraped over again, compressed and flattened and shorn of even more protective skin. Despite the pain, the tiger's cock shot out a string of precum that splattered against the dragon's right shoulder. 


Jaro ignored the affront, as he yanked the cord down the rest of the way, pausing only as it jammed to a stop. The third piece of the cage, the metal screen 'cap', had slid over the feline's glans. It was somewhat flexible, losing the shape of a rounded, bell-shaped cock head and instead conformed itself around the feline's own. Loosely, anyways. The metal divot in the center of the screen was nestled firmly against the feline's cockslit. "Look at that, a natural fit. Your ego is overblown, for this cage will fit just as perfectly around you as it would a male half your size."


Vull huffed, snorted, his eyes wet and his mind roiling with the trailing sensations of having his barbs so brutalized. His barbs were still stinging, hot and tight and burning from being 'shaved' like that. His wandering attention snapped into sharp focus as the dragon reached between the tiger's spread legs, under the table, and pulled out a power drill. There was no drill bit attached, just two metal toothpicks. The dragon threaded one of these toothpicks through the eyelet at the end of the steel wire that threaded between the steel mesh 'cap' and the two wires. 


Jaro pulled the trigger, and the metal toothpicks began to spin.


Vull immediately felt the tension, as the wire was pulled through the eyelet, pulling out the slack as it laced back and forth between the three parts. The screen cap immediately clamped down, being dragged towards the two discs, and the first ring tugged at the whole of his equipment as it was pulled towards the cap just as much as the cap was pulled towards it.


The steel wire was indomitable, and even Vull's proud feline cock was unable to withstand its tensile strength. The drill's engine whined as the tiger's cock was forcibly compacted,the screen dragged down over the set of barbs until the feline's dick could not fill the cap any more fully. The base ring was blocked by the unfortunate obstruction of Vull's fat nut-sack, and so the cap was forced to come to it. 


Vull groaned, a sharp gasp in pain as he felt something yield in his groin, and then blood was rushing out of his cock, as if the gate that kept him erect had somehow failed. His cock sank down into his groin, embedded more deeply, with a peculiar tearing sensation that he could feel all the way into his hip bones. Blood squirted back into his body from his cock, and proud erection softened and wrinkled as the cap was winched up against the rings. His dick was getting shorter, snared in a merciless steel vise that diminished his masculinity with each spinning twist of the drill.


It was a sacrilege, and Vull's cheeks burned furiously as he watched his cock be reduced to a size of a cub's. To be treated like this, rendered not only vulnerable and exposed but also contorted into this inferior state, made the tiger's brain fizzle. 


The drill turned off, and he stared down at the cap, now securely nestled against the top ring. Jaro was doing something to the steel thread, knotting or locking it in place somehow. The two rings were fortunately different enough sizes that the top one was able to slot onto the larger base with enough space for the neck of his scrotum to just squeeze through. The pressure was somehow paralyzing to them, though; while they were not numb at all, he couldn't get the muscles to retract, to lift his nuts up closer to his groin. His groin was entirely useless.


Vull was ashamed of what Jaro had done to him, staring at his diminished groin, his blood seething with the indignity of it all. Beneath that, though, beneath the discomfort and the shame and the indignity, Vull was keenly aware of just how aroused he was. 
The submissiveness that he was being forced into, the very real threat that he could lose everything that made him a male, the forbidden nature of all of this, it all made Vull's wounded, softened cock pulse in its tiny little cage. 


"I thought you'd like that," Jaro growled. He held the tiger's balls in his palm, lifting them up to bend the trapped dick upwards, scrutinizing it. "And it looks like we have something else happening here as well. Tell me, can you feel...this?"


The dragon stroked his fingers along the metal mesh that so tightly gripped his cockhead. Vull expected to feel a muted heat, perhaps a slight pressure through the malleable mesh. Instead, he felt his barbs being teased, scraped against by reptilian fingers. His barbs had jutted their way through the mesh, the very tips of them - already skinned and bruised, and extremely sensitive - each locked into their own version of a cock ring. 


When Jaro stroked him, Vull's body buckled. It wasn't even the physical sensation, which had been more painful than anything else, so acutely sharply intense that his brain couldn't even handle the sheer intensity of it. It was knowing that even locked away, humiliated and controlled, that Jaro could still strum the most sensitive, vulnerable part of his body any time he wanted. 


The tiger spurted.


The first hot white jet, stained pink, skimmed along the length of Jaro's forearm and splashed into his elbow, despite his cock being bound and crunched up and soft. That was the only hard spurt that the tiger was able to achieve, but there was still so much more seed to spill. It bubbled from his cock tip, the hard spurts slamming into the compressed flesh of his bound shaft, and forced to secrete slowly, oozing out through the flattened cockhead and dripping pathetically down onto the cleavage of the feline's heavy, trapped nuts.


"Disgusting," Jaro said, resting his other hand on the tiger's flank, squeezing along his buttock. "Go on, mammal, spurt your filthy seed out. Surrender any claim you have to being a male onto my cold, dirty floor." He stroked his finger tip along those raised barbs, enjoying the shudders that interrupted the tiger's euphoric convulsions. Vull's body arched, contracted, trying to escape and trying to push into the dragon's fingers with equal measure. "Make sure you enjoy it, because it will be your last... for a while."


"Mercy," Vull gasped, finally, unable to hold back his protestations, his defiance. A headache pounded through his skull, his claws stabbed deep enough into his palms to slicken them with his blood. "Too much, I yield, please, stop!"


"No, no," Jaro said, as he scraped the edge of his claw against the mesh, cleaving a few barbs cleanly off. The tiger hissed in unexpected rage and pain, and that brought a smile to the dragon's face. "It was your imperative to stop yourself, to please me, to yield to your nature. You either couldn't, or you didn't." The dragon shrugged. "So now you belong to me, for a week."


Vull groaned, the orgasm receding now, the pangs of pleasure boiling away until he was left with just the afterglow. Everything was fuzzy, his body ached, and his groin was stinging with the roughness with which Jaro was treating it. "A week...?" He asked, dumbly, unable to comprehend what Jaro was saying.


"Seven days, mammal," Jaro repeated. The dragon circled around Vull, and his talons clicked on the floor, metering out the seconds of his contemplation. He stopped in front of the bound tiger, and slid a toe through the pool of semen on the floor at his feet. "You couldn't help yourself, so I will give you the chance to rectify your... impulsiveness," he teased, his voice rich with mirth and authority.  "Seven days for you to spend in your cute little cage, pondering your... eagerness." 


"No, that's too long. Caramelized, Jaro. I am done. This was just a one night stand, a hook up. I think you hurt me. I need to have this looked at," Vull said, exhausted, his head aching with the overstimulation. "I have a job, I have bills..."
 
"Your job is to please me, and to earn the right to leave my lair intact. That little steel wire?" The dragon slid a finger through the slime-coated mesh of the cage's cap, deftly sliding the slick seed over the exposed barbs underneath as he moved to snag a claw around it. "It's wrapped around your entire package, little kitten, restrained only by a couple notches in the bottom ring. Try to pull it off, Vull, and you'll see just how easily steel can slice through flesh. It's happened before, and it's always enjoyable to watch. Imagine that, your own erection garroting off your masculinity, with you helpless but to get harder and harder until you can no longer feel your cock. Wouldn't that be pathetic? Your own heavy endowments being the things that pull your cock off, that emasculate you." The tiger's tail flicked through the air behind him, positively excited.


"I want to leave," Vull said, flatly, the afterglow dissipating. The bondage was exciting, the tormenting fun, but he had gotten off and now the adrenaline and excitement at being at another male's disposal was losing its appeal. "Let me go, Jaro. Car. Uh. Meh. Lized. I'll leave the cage on, if you want, but this is too far."


"You still don't get it, mammal. This isn't your choice, anymore. I'm the one who decides when you get let go, not you." the dragon said. Jaro gripped the feline's chin, firmly, and lifted it. His gaze bore into the tiger's, eyes gleaming with reptilian satisfaction, and Vull hated how sharply, how deeply they were taking in his gaze. 


Fuck this, the tiger thought. He could understand the trophies, the natural order of predator and prey, but those were from guys who wanted to be emasculated. Vull had no interest in losing his freedom, his masculinity, or the comfort and safety of his own bed. He decided to show Jaro exactly how strong, and powerful, a feline could be. He wrenched his arms, his body twisting, legs kicking as he threw off the leather manacles. 


"Let... me... OUT!" He growled, his voice straining as he lashed and flexed, snapping the manacles free of the chains that held them in place. Only they weren't coming free. He twisted his body, using his core strength to rip himself free, glaring defiantly at the dragon. It wasn't working.


He kept fighting, long after he had accepted that the manacles were stronger, more tightly affixed to him, then he had expected them to be. His arms flexed, stubbornly, but there was no strength in it. He was trapped. Actually trapped, and actually completely at the whim of a psychotic dragon. 


"Fuck," Vull murmured, and the dragon cackled. 


"Now you get it," Jaro said. He clutched the tiger's nuts in one paw, as he leaned in and pressed his snout against the feline's ear in a soft kiss. "You wanted to play, right? And now you're playing. This game, though, is far from over."


~~~~ one week later~~~~~


Vull lay exposed, bound and entirely helpless, on the dragon's large bed. His muscles were stretched taut, his powerful feline contours revealed with the closely cropped fur. The sacrifice of his thick pelt had been one of the first 'improvements' that Jaro had made to him. His large cock, compressed down to embarrassingly small size, was an even more vulnerable feeling; no longer could it hide in the thick tuft of his pubic fur, but was instead nakedly bared, on display, unable to be hidden. The cage was an affront to his identity, reducing his once-mighty pink phallus to a state of hopeless containment. It mocked him, a metallic cramp that never released him, a constant reminder of his constant denial and unwilling subjugation.


Jaro had taken great care to tease the tiger. Perhaps it was to convince him that there was any reason for him to not try to escape, the constant promise, never fulfilled, that he would be getting off later if he just behaved well now. The dragon had caressed his barbs, and when those got too sensitive to play with, he had given the tiger testicular massages, crushing and squeezing the tender nuggets until the alternating pressure and release had the tiger leaking in his cage. It was never enough to get him off, and that made the tiger furious as he was promised, and denied, over and over again.


His testicles were bruised, swollen, and a testicle cuff kept them stretched low and away from his body, forced to ache in the too-cool air of the dragon's lair. He was just another part of the dragon's hoard, now, just another trophy in a dungeon full of them. And, as he realized that, the dragon entered the room. 


The air shifted, an oppressive weight settling over the trapped tiger on the bed. Vull could feel the dragon's shadow, as he stepped in front of the window that shone over the tiger's trapped form. The sunlight shone into the tiger's eyes, around the silhouette, the edges of it shimmering like emeralds.
Vull sighed in despair, not ready to do another round of edging, teasing and denial. He had gotten used to tending to the dragon's needs; he had tasted dragon seed daily over the last week, he had become intimately aware of each of the dragon's muscles through repeated massages, and he had spooned with the dragon at night, holding him protectively even as the reptile shuddered and twitched in whatever dreams dragons had. None of it had mattered.


His cock ached constantly now, the compressed length occasionally trying to extend outwards, but instead the spongy tissue was forced to swell inwards, the bruised roots more tender and painful each time it happened. He had been forced to try to dissociate from himself, to ignore the need in his large, untouched testicles. They throbbed, unable to release, but fully able to create hormones and seed for him. This morning, he had woken up with a slick glaze of cum coating the mesh cap of his erection, a nocturnal emission having worked its way out of his body. He hadn't even had any dreams. It was a pleasureless, completely mechanical body function, but because of it, he had been manacled to the bed for the entire morning. 


Jaro's sadistic smile was a silent testament to his enjoyment of the scene before him. When he spoke, his voice was a low rumble, rich with the indulgence of control.


"Look at you, Vull," Jaro taunted, his words rolling over the tiger’s bound body appraisingly. "You only needed to last a week, a single week, without release. You couldn't do it, though, could you? You had to cheat, to find a way to indulge those mammalian urges. And to think, I have shown you such mercy. You would have been freed today, if only you had been capable of controlling your undisciplined urges."


His gaze lingered on the chastity cage, a glint of triumph in his eyes. "You still seem to think that your pride means something here. It does not," he continued, circling Vull like a predator sizing up its prey. “You're mine to command, each tremble and twitch you have is because of my doing.”


Vull could only glare in response, the heat of humiliation mingling with a traitorous spark of arousal. He hated that he craved Jaro's touch, loathed the fact that his body could betray him so completely. The tiger had accepted, in the last seven days of torment, that there was no denying the anticipation that coiled within him. He was eager for the abuse, even as he recoiled from it.


"You're just a dumb mammal, Vull," Jaro whispered, as he leaned down from on high, resting a cool scaled paw against the hot blooded tiger's short-cropped chest fur. He traced his finger tips in a lazy path, snaking sensually down over the feline's abs. 


"I decide if, and when, you get to cum, little tiger." Jaro's fingers strummed along the tiger's trapped, dry barbs, teasing the prickly flesh. "You get to mew, and beg, and dream of the day you finally deserve it. Only, you're not doing that. I know you want to be my good little slave, but you still have this notion, don't you? That you're in control. There's some primal part of you that wants to break free and control the situation, control your destination."

He brought the fingers back up, and traced the residue of the tiger's dried out, musky cum against his sensitive nose. Vull flehmened, his snout scrunkling up as he drank in the sharp, sweet, sour scent of his own seed. 


"I have good news, though. Today, we're going to find that dark little clot of ego that's still embedded, deep inside you. We're going to fish it out."

Jaro stood, his hands folding behind his back as he looked out through the window, staring out at a landscape that Vull couldn't see from the bed.  Vull shifted uncomfortably, the clink of his manacles the only sound in the large, cavernous room. What did he mean by that? Jaro did not elaborate, simply smiling as he looked out through the window. The silence continued, drawing out a straining tension that was quickly becoming unbearable.


Finally, Jaro turned back to the tiger, his eyes gleaming with wicked delight.  "Oh, and you are going to scream." He had procured something, something from somewhere, an orange plastic whip drawn taut between his fingers. Vull saw sun spots as the dragon approached him, knelt on the bed next to him, and extended the semi-rigid orange tool towards him. The tip of it rested in the cleavage between his pecs, nestling against the soft bristly fur there, and Jaro dragged it slowly towards one of his nipples.


"What is it?" Vull asked, his voice muted, just a quiet, respectful whisper. He had seen something like it before, but he was too horny, too tired and frustrated to think about it. The flat, plastic band looked similar to a zip tie, but larger by a magnitude. There were small orange thorns at regular intervals up the length of the tool. The plastic serpent fangs glinted, and Vull realized with a start what it was that Jaro was threatening him with. He looked up at the dragon, a desperate shock on his face. No, the dragon couldn't possibly be contemplating doing... that.


He knew, though, that that was exactly what he was planning. 


"With this," Jaro intoned, tapping the tip of the drain snake against the tiger's snout, "we are going to dredge out the depths of your pride. Your sexuality, your innate submissiveness, is clogged, you see, plugged up with the illusion that you have any power, any control at all, over your particular situation. " He let the words hang in the air, pregnant with promise and threat. 


The enormity of the object seemed impossible, a challenge to the very fabric of Vull's being. His veins curdled with dread, and Vull looked desperately down to his caged penis, to the wide dimple in the middle that perfectly aligned with his urethra, back up to Jaro. His arms and legs began to shake, tugging, pulling, and the manacles clinked and rattled with his growing desperation.


"Please..." Vull whispered, his eyes wide with primal fear. His balls remained settled between his thighs, aching and solid, as his hips wiggled back and forth in a blind, futile attempt to wiggle away. "Don't do this, Jaro, please."
"Shh," Jaro coo'd mockingly, tracing a talon along Vull's jawline. He flicked the drain snake, wrist snapping the plastic to rake the thorns against the flesh of his pec. It stung, but Vull didn't care about that. "Resistance is just a game you play with yourself, and you're losing, my pet."


Vull's breath hitched as Jaro flicked the snake against his stomach, another red scrape welted across the barely-furred abs. The dragon climbed onto the bed, kneeling between the tiger's spread thighs in a faux posture of submission, and snapped the snake against the tiger's groin. 


The plastic thorns whipped painfully across the fattest part of Vull's scrotum, leaving a nasty red scrape along his prized eggs. The tiger yelped, knees kicking at the unexpected lash. Jaro dragged the tip of the snake upwards, from his testicles to the neck of his scrotum, and traced it lazily around the metal screen that made up the cap of his cock cage. The plastic painfully bent and flexed, scraping over the exposed barbs. A bead of sweat traced a path down Vull's temple, anxiety flooding through his body, as potently as it did when he realized that he had been trapped. 


"Come on, you psycho, that's too much, it will ruin me," Vull said. He had tried to be respectful, submissive, meek, but in a series of escalations that had pushed or ignored Vull's boundaries, this was too far.


"That's the point, you stupid fuck," Jaro replied, his gravelly voice soft and sweet. His nostrils flared as he drank in the musk of Vull's fear and desire, his hand moving to grip the feline's chastity cage. "Now shut up, and get ready to be unclogged."


Vull stared in horror as the dragon traced the tip of the plastic snake against the rim of his piss slit. His cock, on top of the painful, cramped swollenness from being forcibly crushed into a cage far too small to fit it, had been 'locked' into place by his barbs being forced through the netting of the screen cap. When the cap had been secured, though, his piss lips had been spread, stretched open by the way the cap had gripped and dragged at the sides of his glans. With the barbs locking his flesh exactly into place, the very tip of his urethra had been unable to close, exposing the slick flesh inside to the open air. It had, as a result, torn slightly at the corners of the slit, where the prolonged tension had overcome the tiger's cock's natural elasticity. The tear hurt, a constant stinging that kept the tiger's exhausted mind centered on the raw, uncomfortable strain his dick was forced into. In time, the entire exposed slit, including the micro tears, had dried out. For the last three days, every time Vull pissed, it felt like someone had put a cigarette out on the end of his penis, a harsh ember that smoldered for half an hour afterwards.


Now, the tip of the was scraping against the soft flesh, nestling into the feline's cock. The form-pressed plastic had a slight ridge along the center of the outer edge, a residual seam from the injection mold process. It would be practically imperceptible against the fingers, but for the tiger's hypersensitive cock slit, it pressed right up against the tender tear in his flesh. His hips bucked, trying to pull away from the intrusion, but Jaro's other paw was holding his cage firmly, and all he ended up doing was yanking the base of the cage against the back of his nut-sack. His scrotum threaded up through the narrow slit, until it crushed into the back of his epididymis, a sharp stab of nausea blossoming once more inside his guts. 


"Fuck," the tiger swore, trying to hold still. It was useless to try to fight back, he knew it, but it was madness to just let it happen. He sobbed, shaking his head, as the dragon pushed the tip into his piss slit. 


Pain. A raw, burning, as inflamed flesh split from the sudden intrusion of the unyielding, ridged plastic snake tip. The skin of his meatus, already pulled tautly away from his cock, was now pushed inwards as the too-large intrusion forced the flesh downwards. Jaro was staring, enraptured, as half an inch of orange plastic disappeared slowly down into his cock tip. 


It split the tiger's urethra as it went. The skin of his inner cock lips, brittle and over stretched, tore free from the skin of his cockhead itself, crumpling as it was tamped down into the tiger's compressed shaft. The rim of his piss slit, or where his piss slit had used to be, was now a dark red raw patch of naked glans meat. 
"Look how stubborn you are. Your body refuses to accept its medicine," Jaro taunted, as he rolled his fingers back and forth, twisting the tip of the tool down into the tiger's penis. "Shrinking away, unwilling to yield. That's okay, though, because at the end of the day, and I hate having to keep reminding you of this, but yielding or not isn't your choice."


Jaro stabbed the tool downwards, and the crumpled urethra was speared into by the beveled tip of the drain snake. The agony of having his urethra so completely ruptured, split at either end with the sharp edge of the seam digging arrogantly into his cock flesh, brought a scream of pain from the bound feline. 


"Yes, yes, let it all out," Jaro said, ignoring the begs, the sobs as the feline convulsed around him. He slid his fingers back up another inch on the snake, gripped it firmly, and then pushed it further down inside. It was fascinating, watching how the orange disappeared into the pink. There was no shaft to speak of; the tiger should be grateful that his cock was so firmly compressed, as that allowed his penis the maximum flexibility to be able to receive the good dragon's discipline without damage. It wouldn't help, of course, but it was nice to pretend it mattered. "Look at you, taking this big toy like a pro. I think you must have done this before, mm? This isn't the first time you've been grouted, is it?"


Vull's knuckles were white, his fists clenched, his biceps and pectorals completely rigid as he thrashed on the bed below Jaro. He had instinctively tried to kick at the dragon, to push him away from the radiating pain in his groin, though his ankles just yanked painfully at the manacles that bound them. He could scream, curse, and struggle, but he couldn't reach his cock physically, and he couldn't reach the dragon mentally. Jaro was in his own world, enjoying his playtime at Vull's expense.




Each millimeter that the dragon pushed into the trapped cock was a millimeter that changed the tiger's penis, ruining ever more of it. He pulled it out, slightly, feeling the internal pressure of the compressed flesh helping to eject the plastic tool, and then forced it back in, enjoying the slickness as it pressed back down into the newly carved out sheath for it. He was only working with three or so centimeters of the tool, but with the tiger's dick so shortened, that still allowed Jaro to sound almost the entire length of it at once. 


He sawed it back and forth, the orange plastic stained red as the tortured flesh softened and tore, loosening around the tool. He pushed it in a little deeper each time, enjoying the feeling of resistance as he lengthened the tears in the urethra. Just a bit at a time, each nudge eliciting a fresh squirm from the feline. He was enjoying the gentle process so much that he barely even noticed as the first of the drain snake's thorns nudged up against the rim of the tiger's cock cage. 


The thorn was too big to fit through the cage. Well, rather, the rounded steel rim of the pee hole in the screen cap was too narrow. It didn't mean Jaro couldn't make it fit, though. It would just have to bend, a bit, to be able to slide in. Jaro pushed the snake tool in anyways, just to see what would happen. 


A lot happened. First, the pressure of the thorn forced the snake tool to bend upwards, which ripped it right through the top of the urethra, slicing into the top of the tiger's cockhead like a slice of cake. The thorn was still too wide to quite fit, so it curled, the plastic turning white as it was forced to flex to curve to slot into the round hole. This twisted the drain snake in the dragon's finger, which in turn twisted the rectangular plastic insert, like a key in a lock. Only it wasn't a lock, it was a tightly compacted bundle of delicate, sensitive, traumatized flesh. There was a wet, gristly sound as interior flesh was crushed, the tiger's body spasming as he felt two of the spongy sections of his dick separate from each other, the fascia tearing. There was no visible sign of this, not with everything bound up in the cage, but the tiger mewled pathetically, begging the dragon to stop.


"I am not going to stop, certainly not until you stop demanding I do," Jaro said, as the curved thorn finally slid through the too small gate of the cock cage. It snapped back into place, an audible clicking sound as the pointed, backwards facing tip flicked off of the inner rim of the piece. The thorn was a narrower piece of plastic, just about as thick as the seam ridge. As Jaro stuffed the tool deeper into the tiger's groin, it sliced cleanly down into the meat, splitting the tiger's cock head from the slit down into the barbs on the bottom side of his cock. 


At first, Jaro wasn't sure if it had actually happened. The slender plastic thorn just disappeared into the tiger's cock, only slightly dimpling the trapped flesh as it passed through. Of course, it must have sliced it, but the tiger's cockhead didn't dimple inwards, or split apart, as he did so. Perhaps it was simply too tightly compressed for the slice to show. After a few seconds, blood welled up, from the ruined piss slit downwards, snaking out of the tiger's cock and beading through the steel mesh. 


"One down. Five to go," Jaro said. In truth, there were ten barbs in total, but he didn't see any reason to share that with the tiger. The poor fella was already struggling so much, with just one. 


Perhaps he needed a distraction. The dragon's paw, cool and scaled, encircled the bound, aching sac of Vull's testicles with a butcher's appraising heft. It was an open claim to the feline's masculinity, the heavy scrotum weighted and heavy with the bulk of the feline's unspent seed bank. "Look at these fat fuckers," Jaro murmured. "A testament to your potency, now fully restrained."


"Please, stop, pull it out," Vull gasped, his cheeks soaked with tears, his body shivering and twitching with the incessant, unmitigated pain of this forced sounding. 


"So full. So ready to burst," Jaro continued. "It's pitiful, really, the way you mammals flaunt your masculinity. Your external genitals, always dangling, always ready to be abused. So easily removed. Has your brain started to break down, yet, Vull? Are you starting to feel the pleasure that this sound is offering you?"


"N-no," Vull whimpered, shaking his head, "and I don't want to... you're ruining me, you're destroying my cock! Can't you see that?!"


"You knew when you let me tie you up that I was going to do it. You may convince yourself you didn't, but deep down, we both know how much this excites you. I've seen you, Vull, dripping your precum, savoring every minute of exquisite, helpless agony over the last week." He gave the fat balls a gentle squeeze, tugging them down and away from the tiger's body. "I can feel how much heavier these are. They're heavier than they were when you first got here. Give into your impulses, tiger.  You are nothing but a beast, a base beast with crude, basic desires. Pain, pleasure, it doesn't matter. You want me to destroy this cock of yours even more than you want to cum. All you need to do is admit it."


"No.. I need my cock! I love it, don't take it from me!" The tiger pleaded, but Jaro noticed something that Vull couldn't; a blob of clear fluid, oozing abruptly up and out of the torn, damaged urethra. Precum. 


"Oh, I won't take it from you. You'll get to keep it. It's going to be ruined, though. 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's back arched, as Jaro emphasized his point, pushing the next barb, this one on the upper side of the cockhead, down into his shaft as well. It forced the thick plastic sound down into the freshly sliced flesh from the first torn, stretching and further widening the rip, before the shark fin shaped plastic blade sank down into the meat of the feline's shaft.


"You're basically bisected, now," the dragon mused. "You'll need to be careful when you jerk off. One rough squeeze, and your dick's gonna split like a banana."


"No..." Vull said, but it was basically a mewl, a weak attempt at fighting back against what the dragon was telling him. He had been feeling the glow of heat, of arousal, surging through his loins, but he had been unwilling to believe it. He was resisting the pain, refusing as best he could to show Jaro just how much the dragon was hurting him. It allowed the arousal, the lust that needed to escape, to catalyse the torture into pleasure. The cage seemed tighter around him, his body trying to erect, harder than it had all week. He closed his eyes, and imagined the cock cage exploding free of his groin, blasting the dragon backwards with the power of his lust, his masculinity, huge dick bared and naked and hungry for a hot hole to plunge itself into. 


The snake twisted deeper inside him, the thorns dragging through his flesh, slicing parts of him that his body didn't have the nervous system to feel pain for. The pain, the euphoria from the endorphins he was feeling, those were all blending together into a plateau of shocked senselessness. No, it was the idea of what Jaro was doing, so casually to him. He was so fucking vulnerable, and the dragon was exploiting every second of it. 


His body was going to betray him, he was going to climax despite, no, because of the dragon's torture to it. His barbs were rock hard, jutting through the metal screen, so sensitive that he could feel the brush of air from the passage of the dragon's paws over them. 


The dragon casually plunged a third thorn down into his groin, forcing the very tip of the drain snake deeper into his loins, past the root of his cock, now. With his cock flattened down to, basically, just the head of his cock, which was maybe five centimeters long, and with four centimeters between each of the barbs and another eight centimeters in front of the first one, then that weird pressure that was making his head buzz must be... It must be his prostate. The drain snake was threatening to penetrate up into his prostate itself. 


The tiger couldn't handle it. His body betrayed him, the dragon's manipulation finally having its effect as his nervous system took over, a surge of pleasure cascading through him as his groin contracted around the plastic plumber's tool. Maybe Jaro was right. Maybe the problem is my ego. Maybe this is what I wanted, all along, but was too proud to acknowledge. The tiger's feverish brain tried to rationalize what was happening, but it didn't matter. This wasn't his choice, and he had no control over it.


Vull came. The tiger's hips fucked upwards, thrusting his caged compacted cock up into the orange plastic, the former stud sobbing as he gave in and pushed into the sensations that were destroying his shaft. There were no majestic spurts or powerful blasts to mark this orgasm, only a soft upwelling of thick, frothy pink cream that flowed out around the sound, forming a foamy layer that clung to the metal screen and the tiger's untouched barbs. 


"Pathetic," Jaro said, his tone imbued with sadistic delight. "A full week to gain control over your body, to keep yourself from climaxing, and here you are, cumming like a bitch in heat. I'm disappointed, Vull. I thought you'd be able to last until at least half way."


A snarl threatened to tear from Vull's throat. It wouldn't come out, though. As much as he hated Jaro for what he was doing to him, he was in no position to argue. Anything he could say now was meaningless. The hot foam oozing out of his cock head was testament enough to what the dragon was saying. His protest was suppressed, stifled by a hot shame burning a hole through his chest. There was a drain snake down his cock hole and it had made him cum. He couldn't blame Jaro for that; he was the deviant one. "I'm sorry," he stammered, his eyes closed, his chest heaving, his brain still spinning with pain and pleasure, orgasm and agony. 


"Yes, you are. Sorry, and pathetic," Jaro agreed. His fingers slid up the remaining length of drain snake, and curled around the handle of it. "Now that you've accepted that... I think it's time to rip off the Band-aid."


The tiger's eyes opened, and he looked down, questioningly. They opened wider, boggling, bulging out of his skull as Jaro casually pulled one hand away from the other. He held the tiger's balls still in one hand, as he yanked with the other.


There was a strange clicking, zipping sound as the barbs from the snake clicked against the rim of the metal cock ring. The orange snake emerged, tines pulled free of the tiger's groin, held up high above the dragon's head, dripping, the tip swaying excitedly through the air. 


The experience for Vull was quite different. All of a sudden, the deeply anchored, backwards facing barbs of the plastic snake drain were wrenched back through the cock that they had been so insistently threaded down into.  They raked, cleaved into, sliced through the tender flesh, carving new furrows in the sensitive sex flesh. The cockhead was especially brutalized, as the thorn's tip would emerge from the flesh, a fingernail's width from where it went in, a crescent of sex flesh cruelly sliced free and pulled out of the cage with the snake itself. VLIP! VLIP! VLIP!


Shreds of tiger cock were sliced and torn out from inside his shaft, and prolapsed out into the open, a long, kinked, slimy strand of urethra flopping over the top of the cage and slapping against the tiger's balls. And, the entire time it was happening, he was ejaculating. There was no pleasure, as he was already into what little amount of an afterglow he could have, but the sensation of being 'backed up' was suddenly gone, and despite the trauma to the ejaculatory duct and the cock itself, both from the drain snake and from being crushed down into itself a week earlier, his body had decided to purge the seed he had already purged from his prostate. 


The cum hadn't even been able to reach his bladder; the snake was too thick to allow it to proceed much past the prostate. As the snake ripped out from inside of him, seed belatedly spurted and oozed up and out of it as well, flowing up in a more considerable volume than the soft, gellid foam that had managed to seep out earlier. Now, blood and seed oozed out through the holes of the mesh. 






Vull wanted, more than anything, to grasp his penis. To hold it, soothe it, and take care of it. He was sure, absolutely sure, that the inside of it must look like hamburger. Shredded skin and mangled meat and desiccated barbs. The seed that his body was still secreting burned along every inch of its path out of him, the entirety of his sexual tract a raw flare of hot pain.  Every part of it was in agony, and he was utterly helpless to soothe, much less take care of, the pain that was baking through his nervous system. He turned his head away from Jaro, pressing it against his stretched out bicep as his groin oozed out pent up fluids.


"Uh uh, look at me, pet," Jaro said, squeezing down on the tiger's fattened testicles. His fingers traced up the back of them, to the swollen cords that were bottlenecked at the gap between the two rings. "We aren't finished, yet."


"What more can you possibly want?" Jaro snapped. The dragon's grip around his balls tightened momentarily, a possessive assertion of dominance over his only remaining masculine attributes. "Oh, god, no, please Jaro, you win, I surrender, please just let me go!"


"No, I don't think I will," the dragon growled. He tugged his fingers along the heavy eggs, gripping at the soft bulges where the cords connected to the back of the tiger's testicles. He rolled one of them slowly, pinching and crushing it lazily and making Vull's body tighten up again. His cock spilled out a fresh secretion of pinkish cream, and Jaro's eyes slitted. "Look at you. Even in your suffering, even with your seething hatred of me, you can not help but spill yourself into your cage, with just a hint of a command from me." 


Vull stared up, into the contemptuous gaze that bore back down into him. All he could do was breath, panting and dizzy, trying to recover and stabilize himself back in the present. 


"Perhaps it is merely that you mammals are simply too sensitive." The dragon said. He massaged the tiger's balls, lazily rolling them between his fingers, circling in heavy, throbbing twists against each other as he manipulated the feline's pouch. "Perhaps you would be better suited to a life without them. I, after all, have no need for such messy, uncontrollable things. Since you are... mine... now... then you have no need for them either."


"Wha... no... Hey, Jaro, no." The tiger's breathing began to deepen, panting, his head lifting up. He lunged with his paws, but they were still manacled. "You can't, absolutely do not, I forbid this!"


"Yes, I know. And that's the kicker, isn't it, because it is your attachment to these pathetic, useless genitals that will be causing you to become... unattached to them." The dragon cast the snake ring to the side, and moved over to a wooden nightstand, pulling open the top drawer. "Don't worry, sweet Vull. Your body is strong, and it suits my purposes just fine. We just need to dispose of the extraneous parts."




Vull stared down at his cock,the ruined tip just a soggy gash in the center of the steel mesh cockring. He couldn't see his balls, but he could feel them, pushing against his thighs, still tingling and sore from the pinching and squeezing that the dragon had given to him. He craned his neck, trying to stare at them, the panic rising within him at the realization that the dragon was about to castrate him, to fully and completely emasculate him. The cock cage twitched, his cock giving one last, limp, half hearted throb as it tried to escape its fate, but Jaro was already walking back, holding a chrome ring in his hand. The shimmering circumference of it glowed with light in a spectrum that Vull's brain couldn't quite interpret, and the center of it was filled with an opaque light that hinted at shapes that couldn't exist on the other side of it. The tiger stammered, pleading for  mercy, for freedom, for forgiveness even, but the decision had been made - Vull's opinion mattered as little as his pride, his penis, or his sanity. 


The ring was scooped up between his thighs, his nuts pressing against the cold, softly humming vortex. Vull could feel the dragon's fingers as they scooped against his eggs, and fed one of them through the device. It felt strange, but he couldn't determine how, or why. Then the other nut was fed in through the other, and at least the device was wide enough for them to fit, if only barely.


Jaro threaded the rest of the tiger's groin into the device, pausing to tuck a small plastic sachet in alongside the feline's cock cage. The device scraped against the two metal disks, but they just managed to fit through as well. Vull boggled, staring at the lack between his groin. The device had completely vaporized his cock and balls. Where his cage and nuts had jutted, now there was simply a metal ring, latched onto his groin, flattening and shrinking down. 


Despite it crimping down around his groin, shrinking thinner than the root of his cock and balls, it didn't feel like it was being crushed at all. Eventually, Vull was staring at what could be mistaken for a silver half-dollar, experiencing the duality of feeling, but not seeing his equipment. It was present, but also absent. He could feel the weight of his testicles, pulling at cords in his groin, and could feel the bundled, trapped root of his cock, still embedded deep inside him, but there was nothing outside of his groin to be causing those feelings. 


"Safe travels," Jaro purred, as he began undoing the tiger's manacles. "If you're lucky, you might just see them again. I doubt it... but it's possible. Tell me, have you ever heard of... CharnCo?"
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~~~~ in another place ~~~~


Charn's ear flickered as he heard a beep coming from the portal bank behind him. The feline was tapping in data points about the locations of the large, person sized portal rings that he had placed around the globe, confirming that they weren't on any ley lines or accidentally forming some sacred geometry bullshit that might accidentally summon some eldritch being from another plane. One elder god in this universe was quite enough, thank you.


He stood up, wandering over to the bank. Five rows of ten portal rings each, all resting on a conductive charger to keep their latent power on. Different models, some from now obsolete trials, all of which led to portals that were out in the wild, given or stolen to this person or another over the years. Row three, portal five. The tiger grinned. Jaro was one of CharnCo's best customers. If the dragon was sending him something, then someone had really fucked up.


As he watched, the portal fully activated. Moments later, a cream furred testicle flopped up and out of the ring, dangling over the edge of it. Charn licked his chops; this was a nice sized ball. Rounded, soft creamy furred; this was either a very large fox, or a fellow cat like himself. A second nut pushed up, bubbling out of the portal and flopping over the ring's edge as well. Charn crossed his arms, grinning eagerly, waiting to see what was left of Jaro's latest conquest. 


What looked, at first, like a pipe bomb flopped through next. If Charn didn't instinctively know that the portal process automatically rendered such volatile elements inert, he may have ducked. But it was a chastity cage. Jaro always was a crafty one. 


He twisted the portal off of the base and picked it up, examining the dangling genitals. 


"Now who would go and throw away a perfectly good cat's balls like that? I mean, Jaro would, why did I even ask that," The tiger muttered, as he took the package over to his workbench. He needed a couple extra packages for the next, big episode of his show, and this one would do just fine. 


A pair of wire cutters in his hand, he deftly snipped the metal wire that held the cage together. The discs and steel cap didn't pop apart immediately. They must be screwed together. That was okay. He pressed his palm down against the metal screen that capped the cage, curious about what the fuzzy prickles that he felt against his palm was. Not thinking much of it, he twisted, peeling the mesh loose of the disc underneath it. There was a peculiar resistance, and then a soft tearing sound, kind of like wet velcro. He lifted the cap away, and peered at the ruined cock inside. It was a feline's dick that looked like it had been sounded with a drill. The slit was gaping, torn, with chunks of flesh hanging from the tip. Beads of blood welled up from the unmarked parts of the glans, and he peered into the cap, finding the shorn off barbs that he had just peeled off with the cap. Oops.




He put the cap to the side, and stuck a claw between the two discs. He slid it around, starting at the left side, and then circling over the top, around to the bottom, and back to the left size, separating the two discs from each other. He pulled them apart, and the top disc unthreaded itself from the soft, ruined cock. He dropped it to the counter, and watched as a small plastic pouch slid out from between the base disc and the feline's trapped scrotum. He recognized it by the green emerald goo that was inside, that this was one of Jaro's regeneration packs. Only good for about a bound of flesh or so, but that would be enough. The cock looked to be only a couple inches long at most. The testicles were... most likely... less than a pound in total. The tiger stared at the large feline eggs, just laying there, totally intact and delicious looking on the counter. His mouth watered. He deserved a treat. 


"Besides, it's not like they'll fit through that portal ring again, anyways," He rationalized. He took them in his hand, holding the neck and bringing the handsome pouch up to his mouth. He bit into the large, fresh, meaty 'peaches' in his hand, teeth shearing into the firm flesh and immediately filling his mouth with the hot, slick nectar of a ripe male's testicles. Mmm, freshly unloaded, but still quite pent up. Jaro always knew how to season his dishes. 


The tiger hadn't finished chewing, as he pushed the balls into his mouth, biting down again. Fantastic! Superb, even! He savored the ripe, rich nut meat, his cheeks bulging with the hot, tangy flesh. Oh yes, these were choice. No hint of synthetics, no fake hormones, no saline residue, no sour STD flavors. This was a feline that loved his big, natural balls. Hopefully, wherever he was, he would appreciate how much Charn loved them, too.


He swallowed, leaving the pathetic broken little cock with nothing more than a flap of empty skin where two heavy balls had dangled. Taking the butchered head of the cock in his fingers, he tugged at it, wondering if there was any more 'inside'. He was pleasantly surprised. The pink maimed shaft unspooled from inside, a considerable amount of large, soft, thick pink dick tugged out and filling up the crumpled outer skin. The flesh was clearly bruised, especially near the base - Charn could see that even through the skin, that dark bruises of the root.


He wondered if the feline could still get hard. He caressed the shaft, bouncing it in his paw, but other than the sensation of soft limp flesh hitting his palm, there was no response. No thickening, no fattening, no lengthening. Perhaps the feline just needed some extra pressure.


Charn grasped the root of the cock, and squeezed down hard, to stroke up its length. The entire cock bulged, and Charn canted his head, brow furrowing in curiosity, before the penis exploded down the middle. The separated sections of spongy tissue, squeezed suddenly full of blood, ballooned out into different directions, and the weakened skin separated down the middle. The cock opened up like a weird flower, or like an alien from the Resident Evil game series. The tiger swore, tossing the ring away from him instinctively. It banged against the wall and rolled along the floor, the flaps of dick meat twisting and slapping against the concrete as it rolled in an awkward path, towards the ramp that led to the parking lot. Charn had NO plans of chasing a fucking dick through the city, not again, and lunged for it, stomping down on the cock before it could grow legs and run away.


SPLARTCH


The tiger's thick, heavy soled, black combat boot crushed the remnants of Vull's cock into paste. Splattering like a ketchup packet, an artistic splatter of red shot out a good two meters away, forming a rough V shape on the concrete floor.


"Ugh. I'll have the new assistant clean that up," Charn said, as he picked up the ring gingerly. Fortunately, the penis had taken all the force of his stomp, and not his delicate, expensive portal ring technology. As he lifted it, one of the penis halves, crushed and twisted under his boot still, tore free, remaining on the ground. Charn left it. 


He would cut off the rest, as cleanly as he could, and then daub the dragon's regenerative potion on it. The process took a day and a half, so he would just put it to the side and have a pleasant surprise waiting for him at the start of the episode. He smacked his lips, still tasting those hot, fresh, tasty balls. They were definitely flavored like tiger. Based on the other flavors, it was from a muscular male, probably in his late twenties, who liked to drink cheap beer. Charn could see an image in his eyes, an eager and friendly tiger, maybe a lifeguard during the summer. A real broski. The tiger smirked. That was a good name, he didn't have any other portals named that. He would use it.