Charlie rolled the bottle over in her hand. Sleeping pills, almost empty, now. She felt a little bad about much she had used on her date, but man, he was big. She was shocked she had managed to get him so firmly tied up on that chair, but his nuts were just so big, and so… ripe… She had to have them. She set the bottle down and licked her lips, looking over the drake. She checked the ropes.

Her months of practice with self-bondage had definitely paid off. His wrists were bound in a reverse-prayer position, between his shoulder blades, between the stems of his wings. The same rope tying them tightly together wrapped around his biceps, keeping his elbows tucked in tight to the back of the chair, then around his wings in a few wraps, binding them shut, where the rope ran down, under the back, and back up, over his shoulders, knotted over his sternum, and then down again, between his thighs, and down to his ankles, held up high at the back of the chair, suspended from his elbows.

He would be practically helpless! At least, Charlie hoped he would. She knelt down, the tall counter chair she had used made it so that even hanging so low, so heavy, so full, they were still just above her head. Plenty of room to fall. She picked up the scalpel she had set on the floor, on a nice, shiny steel tray, and brought it up to his sac, gently setting the blade to his flesh. She dragged down, right down the center front of that leathery pouch, making a long incision, before tracing it over again, and again, until she could gently pull the wound open, shivering with excitement. Her own little cock was standing stiff already, above a smooth, neutered bulge, running all the way back to her tight little tailhole, the path paved with little gold rings. 

She looked up as she heard the drake groan, and giggled, smiling up at him as she slipped a hand into his sac, blood staining her pure, white fur. She caressed one of those massive orbs, soft, supple pads on bare teste. She hooked her fingers, her claws sinking into the delicate organ, the drake’s groans becoming a furious scream as she dragged it out through the gaping wound in his pouch, and letting go, her needle-like claws retracting to let the glorious egg hang bare.

She marveled at it, staring, her eyes tracing over its oblong shape, her ears blind to the drake’s curses and shouts and protests. The veins that spider-webbed over its pearly white mass like a net cradling a single massive egg, the epididymis that arced along its side, so plump and full that she could see the brain-like folds and wrinkles caused by the zig-zagging, convoluted mess of tubes and channels, her finger tracing them, from top to bottom, then up the vas deferens, until it joined with the testicular veins from which the whole thing hung, helpless, nude, exposed and ready. She leaned in, and gave the most delicate kiss where each of her claws had pierced it. “So beautiful…” She mewled in awe.

She looked up at him, grinning with a wicked glee, her eyes sparkling as he snarled down at her, the face of a man about to murder somebody. “You little bitch… You freak! What are you doin, cunt, cut me loose!” He snapped, shouting and screaming.

“Oh, no, sexy, I’m not letting you go until these big boys…” he interrupted her with a scream as she pulled the other twin free, letting it knock and swing against its brother, both churning and sloshing, equally beautiful, equally perfect, equally mouth-watering. “Are in my belly…” She finished, despite his spitting and gnashing. She cupped them both, pushing them to her cheeks. Her hands were soaked in blood from handling his sliced sac, and now, as she nuzzled her face between those exposed orbs, and the drake thrashed and screamed, blood stained her muzzle, her nose, her lips, her ears, even her eyes. She purred in bliss. The warmth, the sloshing, the pure virility she held in her hands…

“I’m going to show you how great it is to be a domesticated little pet~” She cooed. He screamed out as she pulled, those massive orbs stretching out their cords, pulling deep at his core, his stomach turning, the pain causing him to try to curl up, threatening to retch.

“Good boy…” She cooed, before letting his nuts hang. She picked up her scalpel again, and began to cut away the rest of his sac, leaving just enough to stitch up, and dropping the flesh onto her tray. She reached under the chair, and picked up a pair of shackles, each with a chain hanging from it. She opened them, one at a time, setting them on her lap as she did. She kissed his orbs, left, then right. She lifted a shackle, and clipped it shut around one cord. Then the other, letting the heavy, sturdy chains weigh him down.

God, it hurt. The drake was shaking now, his bare nuts cold, the weight dragging them down made it feel like his lungs were being pulled out of his chest. It was getting harder to breathe, and all he could muster was a weak “Fucking bitch…”, a wheeze of a curse as he heaved, fighting to keep his dinner down.

“That’s no way to thank me…” She mewled out as she pulled up a pair of weights. Eight pounds each. She clipped them to the bottom links of the chains, holding them up for a moment, before dropping them, jolting his massive nuts harshly, making him dry-heave in pain, ropes straining against his strong, taut muscles. But even as his body reacted so violently to the pain, his cock began to drool, and throbbed, laying over his thigh, it twitched as blood rushed to its head.

Charlie giggled, reaching up to caress his meat, running her hands up, along its length to it head, pulling back his foreskin and giving that tender glans a lick, her raspy tongue dragging over it. He cried out, almost sobbed, cock throbbing harder. “That’s better…”

Another pair of weights. She clipped them on, second link up, this time letting them down gently, the weight growing smoothly as his cords stretched. He wheezed loudly, his throat closing to stop a rush of bile that he choked back down, as his cock began to stiffen. It dripped onto the floor, and Charlie purred louder. “See? You like it. You love the idea of being impotent. Less. Blank, worthless loads. That’s what a good pet gives their master. After all, pets shouldn’t breed~”

She added more weight. Twenty four pounds on each eg, plus the weight of the chains and shackles, it was at least forty per side, now. Three links full, seven to go. “I wonder how much they can take… I can’t wait to find out..” She mused to herself as the drake’s cheeks grew wet, tears trickling from his eyes. Fuck it hurt.

More weight, another link full, another sixteen pounds, his cock almost fully erect, drooling. A fat drop of pre smacked onto Charlie’s muzzle and she gasped, looking up. That beast of a cock was huge. Way bigger than the toy she had just bought, hell, she could probably wear it as a strap-on and us it to fuck his massive prick. She wiped her face, and licked her fingers, tasting his salty lust and tangy blood, shivering as her own cock began to leak. “God, you’re getting me so excited…”

The drake wailed as she added another pair of weights. His spermatic cords were stretched so taut that she knew even a little nick from her tiny needle-like claws would make those precious meals drop to the floor with a heavy, wet thump and the metallic clatter and ring of chains. She reached out, so tempted to just…

She stopped herself, looking up as he heaved and thrashed, tears running down his scaled cheeks. Rage, pain, hopelessness, she couldn’t tell WHY he was crying, but she knew it made her heart race. “Jason, sexy, Charlie’s right here… Almost done. A few more minutes and it’ll all be over~” She cooed sweetly, stroking one of those cords with the back of her finger, making his head fly back and his deadly talons curl. 

His cock jumped. She watched in awe, standing up slowly. Even at her full height, that glossy prickhead was well above hers. She reached up, pulling the beast down, kissing his cock gently as her free hand stretched out, her soft lips suckling his urethra as she flexed her claws. She barely touched his left cord, the tiniest stroke. The noise was louder that she thought, the drake’s roar still somehow drowned it out.

He almost seemed relieved, filling his lungs as his cock filled her maw, the poor kitten unprepared for the volume of pre-cum that fired into the back of her throat, making her cough, thick, slimy lust shooting from her nostrils as she reeled back, coughing and sputtering, face drenched and nose running. She shook her head and panted, catching her breath. “Oh, man, you liked that, huh?” She teased, grinning wickedly.

Charlie stepped forward, her hand starting to stroke his massive shaft, unable to reach even halfway around it pinning it to her soft, warm chest. She began to grind up and down his cock, keeping one hand free, ready, as she looked into his eyes, burning with hate and anger and pain.

“You stupid fucking cunt…” Jason growled, as Charlie licked her lips. “I’m going to kill you when I get out of this.”

Charlie shuddered. It was too late to stop now. She swallowed hard. “I-I bet you’ll thank me once you get to experience your last…” Her fur rubbed up and down his cock, his lips twitching as his eyes closed. He was fighting himself. He loved it, but his pride wouldn’t let him admit it. “Real…” His toes curled, his chin lifting, his body tight and tense, every muscle clenched. “Orgasm…” She finished, running her raspy tongue up the belly of his prick.

Jason roared again, his head falling back, his hips bucking forward. The first rope flew over Charlie’s head, pure white, the second a little pink, then red, then, as her claw severed his last egg, clear, crystalline ruby.

She knelt again, eyeing her prize hungrily, lifting one of them with both hands, like some precious golden orb. “So perfect…” She lifted it to her lips, maw opening wide, and bit down, moaning in bliss as her teeth sank into it, semen flooding her maw and running down her chin and chest as she rocked her head side to side, swallowing a piece of the drake’s pride. Then another. And another. 

Charlie savored every bite, eating as the drake groaned and writhed, filling her little belly with his fertility…