Jack was a bit of a loner, much to the chagrin of his family. As the only child of the mage house, he was expected to bear sons to carry on the family name. His aunts, uncles and grandparents tried to groom the young wolf into a candidate for potential female suitors, but he never showed any interest.

To make matters even more complicated, Jack only had interest in specific forms of the magic that his family employed. For him, it didn’t matter. He knew where the basement containing the spellbooks were. If he needed to learn something, he could just go and reference them.

The manor boasted a number of servants both from lower-ranked mage families and from the common folk who possessed no aptitude for the art. Most of the mages were female wolves from allied lower houses. They were employed to do mundane things around the house and keep him entertained, but they could rarely even find him.

The family would’ve preferred an equal ranking house, but there was no chance of that ever happening after the last arranged marriage went horribly wrong. Although he was just twelve at the time, he was very gifted at one specific type of spell – invisibility. He was so good at combining it with spells for silence and manipulating space that he could completely erase his presence. When he disappeared at the altar, it was a humiliating experience for the family that left their social reputation in tatters. They found him afterward, but the wedding was called off.

 	The same thing would happen whenever Jack would find himself in an uncomfortable social position. He’d turn invisible and hide somewhere until it blew over. Sometimes his family wouldn’t see him for days on end.

	Where did he go? He’d always hidden in the same place – a cozy locker in the locker room meant for the family’s male servants. There was something subconscious that drew him there before he understood what those feelings were. When he became of age, it became his favorite spot to masturbate, taking the sights of the nude males and their needy scents and using it to fuel his passion.

	The male servants had to wear a belt with a metal device over their penises that prevented them from cumming whenever they were in the house. This was the only place they were allowed to remove the thing so they could be washed while they showered. As you might expect, because there were no females allowed in the males’ locker room, the men found other ways to relieve their tension.

	The action which was strange to Jack at first became one of his favorite things to watch. He’d never tried sex himself. Who would he do it with, after all?

	Despite his status as a loner, there was one other person that Jack enjoyed the company of. There was a dragon boy from a rival house that lived just a short distance away from Jack. Although Rogan was a good eight years younger than Jack, he was one of the only people that Jack could share the company of that wasn’t predicated on eventual sex.

	The pair would play sports, games, and sometimes just go on long walks and talk about the expectations of their family. Rogan wasn’t in the same situation as his older friend because he had many older brothers. He was an afterthought meant to marry off to an allied lower-ranking house to increase their status and secure their loyalty. 

	And that is where our story brings us today. Now twenty years old, Jack has become inundated with prodding from his female suitors. They were getting so bold as to sleep in the same room as him. As a defense, more of his free time was spent in this locker room. He’d even established a comfortable reading nook in the corner for when the servants were gone. He’d even gone so far as to spend some nights at Rogan’s home to avoid his spot being found out.

	At the age of twelve, Rogan was expected to marry. He would soon be found a suitor and be shipped off to some far-flung place in service to his own family. He would rather stay in his comfortable home and reap the rewards. To that end, he hatched a plan.

	The dragon knew about Jack’s hiding place. They were essentially best friends, despite their age difference. He’d even sneakily transmuted himself into a harmless lizard so he could find out why Jack chose the spot. When he saw Jack’s heat signature in his infrared masturbating away at the sight of two men going at it, he had his answer.

	He inspected the magic of the belts when he was certain no one was watching and found them to be simple transmutation enchantments. This particular type of magic was something that he specialized in. A few modifications and they’d suit him well enough.
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	“You can’t be serious,” Rogan said, staring at the familiar chastity belt with a fair bit of trepidation.

	“But I am. You lost the bet. You’ve got to wear it,” came the preteen’s response.

	“That’s not really fair. We didn’t really settle the terms beforehand. Besides, where did you even get your hands on that?” came the unsettled retort. It looked exactly like the chastity belts from his own household.

	“The terms were: ‘winner gets to tell the loser to do one thing for 24 hours.’ All you have to do is wear it for 24 hours. Stop being a hatchling about it. The servants at your house wear them all the time too, don’t they?”

	Jack grumbled, taking the thing. “Don’t look!” he said, activating his invisibility as he lowered his trousers and wrapped the leather around his waist, not securing the metal buckle that locked the cage into place. When he pulled up his pants and became visible, the dragon cast a look at him that told him everything he needed to know.

	“It’s magic, you know. It’s not like you’re going to get away with that.”

	As surely as he said it, he felt that cage autonomously buckle itself, pressing the cold metal against his junk as the wolf shuddered. “Why would you even make a request like that?”

	“Because it’s fun,” the dragon replied, sticking his tongue out at the canine. “But you should be getting home. They’re probably looking for you again.”

	Jack continued his grumbles all the way home. The cage wasn’t very comfortable, as one might expect. He kept shaking his leg, hoping that it might loosen a bit. If he weren’t invisible, he might’ve gotten some strange looks from the pedestrians alongside him. Perhaps he’d look up a spell to undo the thing.

	In the middle of the night, Jack stirred, trying to fiddle with the cage. He often woke up right about then and would masturbate to his own private fantasies. He’d briefly looked up a way to undo the magic and decided it wasn’t worth the effort if he only had to wear it for 24 hours. Then he remembered - the enchantment would be lifted if he simply went into the mens’ locker room.

	As soon as he arrived, Jack began fiddling with the cage, trying to figure out how it was that the servants managed to remove it. The scents of the other men were filling his nostrils and his desperation grew steadily as he continued to paw at it.

	The clasp wouldn’t release!

	“Trying to remove me, are you?” he heard the voice echoing through the locker room.

	Jack looked around, activating his invisibility in case he was wrong that he wasn’t alone.

	“That won’t do,” he heard once more, this time more clearly from below him. As he looked down, he watched as the chastity belt emanated a ghostly presence. “Young master predicted that you’d try to take it off this way.”

	“That little-“ the canine growled, no longer focusing on the pointless invisibility spell. The thing that had caught him was attached to him. “Undo the spell.”

	“That won’t do,” the cage repeated, shaking its head in apparent disappointment. “It seems you may need some impulse control. Leather strands exploded in every direction from the belt and Jack found himself being dragged into the shower, where those tentacle-like strands blasted him with cold water from the tap.

	Jack yelped, the cold water doing very little to cool his young adult passion, especially in this strange situation that he found himself liking a bit too much for comfort. The scents of the other males’ musk lifted off the shower floor as the wetness disturbed the surroundings, and Jack could only think about how he was being held down, unknowingly raising his tail while the water assaulted him.

	“Hmmm. Perhaps a different method is required,” the ghostly voice said as it stared at Jack’s penis which was struggling even harder against its cage. The leathery strands then wrapped around the wolf’s face and neck snugly but not tightly, leading him by a single strand.

	“What are you doing?” he tried to mouth but the leather mask had effectively muzzled him. He tried to turn invisible, but it wasn’t any good. He needed a fair bit of concentration and the ability to speak out a silent phrase. He tried to dig in his heels and pull at everything he passed as he was led out of the door. His resistance was futile and earned him a set of matching leather gloves and boots that harmlessly tapped against every surface.

	The ghost continued to lead him through the empty hallway into a room where the male servants slept. Except…three of them noticed him right away and immediately went to inspect the now seemingly dormant leather bindings. In actuality, it was preempting his movements sneakily, tugging him ever so slightly whenever he tried to move away. Standing naked there in his chastity cage in apparent bondage gear, the three furs didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

	“Do you recognize him,” the lion whispered, leading the struggling Jack back to the male locker rooms by the ‘leash’ even as the cage subtly thwarted his attempts.

	“Not with that mask on,” a golden retriever replied. “Maybe he’s a newbie.”

	“A needy one, it seems. He’ll be a fun one to have around,” the last, a rhino declared.

	The three used that leash to tie him down onto a bench and Jack was forced to watch as three of his male servants began to strip of their cages, their long cocks flopping down for him to watch. He couldn’t help but salivate under the hood of the leather mask even as the discomfort grew from the cage.

	He’d never been fucked before, but wasn’t this the perfect opportunity? They didn’t know who he was. Every time he felt like he would try to run, the cage countered his movement and now that all four of his limbs were tied down to the bench in such a vulnerable position, it’s not like he could fight it.

	That thought briefly went out of his mind as the lion of the three began to finger his hole with his saliva-lubed finger and he let out a loud moan.

	“Oh this little wolf bitch wants it,” the lion growled, taking his long length and pressing it against that hole as Jack’s tail flicked upwards. “I’m going to pretend it’s that lion wench from the kitchen. You’d better be ready for this, girl.”

	The lion wasn’t gentle, pushing his girth into the virgin hole as Jack could do little but whine. His horniness did quite a bit to numb the pain, but it was still quite big for a virgin. The two in front of him who were stroking their dicks in his face didn’t seem like they were going to be any easier, either.

	The lion kept fucking away, battering away at his prostate and causing the young adult to feel a mixture of orgasmic pain mixed with the discomfort of not being able to cum because of the cage. He thought that he surely would have already if not for the torturous device.

	“Don’t go breaking him,” the retriever complained, watching Jack struggle. “If he goes and quits on us half-way through, we’ll have to fuck you instead.”

	“Yeah, I’d like to see you try,” the lion said defiantly, leaning in to bite at the nape of Jack’s neck as his thrusts only grew more powerful.

	“Fuck,” the last of the three men said. The rhino blasted his load all over Jack’s mask-covered face, the scent soaking in and permeating the airholes. “Why’d you have to go and do that? You know I like that sort of thing. Sheesh.”

	The other two briefly laughed and the rhino struggled to get that prick back up, rubbing it against Jack’s face.

	Jack whined pitifully, overwhelmed by all the sensations around him and helpless to do anything about it. He wanted so desperately to cum, but with every thrust, the cage just held him back.

	“That’s a good lioness. Gahhh,” the lion cried, shoving himself fully into Jack as his warm semen shot wave after wave into his battered insides.

	“That’s enough of that. You can cuddle in the other room,” the retriever said, nearly shoving the lion off of Jack and causing that long and girthy penis to evacuate him suddenly.

	“You’ll be nice and loose now for me, puppy,” he said, wasting no time in shoving his own penis into Jack.

	True to the dog’s word, it was a little easier with the lion’s semen lubricating every thrust. He was able to enjoy it a little more, although the suddenness and rapidity of his thrusts was quite jarring.

	It didn’t stay that way for long, though. On one particularly heavy thrust, he felt the retriever’s knot suddenly plopped into him and the canine, similarly to the lion, used his nape as a handle while he relentless pummeled the wolf’s prostate.

	Jack let out a loud moan as that knot slammed in, nearly doubling the width of his entrance as it threatened with each thrust to release itself and rebury itself. His g-spot was killing him, on the precipice of orgasm after being knotted, somehow even closer than when the lion had been in him, yet he couldn’t finish the job.

	Then came the retriever’s spunk. Over and over the dog’s semen leaked into him while the canine didn’t slow his passions in the least. With the cum making each thrust easier and easier, that knot finally dislodged itself, the last of the cum spraying all over the wolf’s ass.

	“Ahhh, fuck,” the retriever said, pulling away as he wiped his penis on the wolf’s butt.

	The three then had a conversation as they took to the hot showers, leaving the desperate wolf there. It was almost as if they’d forgotten about him as soon as they’d all cum. He tried to whine out for them to release him (in more ways that one), but once they finished, he was left with the silence and desperation of the empty locker room.

	“Hmmm, the young master was correct. I thought certainly being fucked by another man would cause it to go down, but it’s seemed to only get worse,” the ghostly apparition said, appearing once more. 

	“That’s enough,” Jack heard as he spotted a lizard clinging to a nearby locker. The small reptile flopped down to the ground, becoming larger as it did until Rogan was there, kneeling before him with a smug look on his face. “You can release the mask.”

	“What the heck?” Jack cried as soon as the gag was lifted. He wanted to turn invisible, but it wouldn’t do any good if the leash was still holding him down along with the magical pawpads. He should’ve been embarrassed, but his desperation and horniness were making him more angry than anything.

	“Well you broke the bet. It wouldn’t have happened if you just kept it on,” he said, smiling as he tapped on the needy cage behind his friend.

	Jack let out a whimper, “just take it off already.”

	“Yeah? Are you sure you want me to take it off? There’s only one way to do that.”

	“It’s fine. I just want to cum already. Haven’t you done enough?” Jack said angrily.

	“Well, if you’re sure,” Rogan replied, placing his paw on the cage and activating the magic. “Repeat the phrase after me.” Rogan continued, blathering out a long but slow incantation which Jack repeated perfectly.

The chastity cage clanged as it slipped off. But the bindings on his limbs hadn’t. Rogan was now stripping his trousers, grinding that draconic length against his rump, holding him down.

“What are you doing?” Jack asked. A strange heat overcame Jack as he desperately began to grind back against that preteen penis. The cage was off, but his body remembered that feeling from earlier. He wanted that again. What was one more penis if he got to cum this time?

“That’s a good girl,” Rogan said, slipping that penis into his wolf friend.

“Oh fuck,” Jack cried, somehow feeling even better than it had before, as if he’d tightened back up. He was certain that Rogan wasn’t bigger than the adult males he’d just taken. Why did it feel so good?

The magic of the bindings was still intact and Rogan used that to lift the wolf’s tail fully, revealing the slit below the asshole that he was now using. “Such a good girl. You’ll take my babies, won’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Jack cried, not realizing the meaning behind those words as anything more than dirty talk as his virgin vagina was being fucked doggy-style by his best friend. 

“Good girl, I’ll take that as a promise,” he said sinisterly as he continued fucking Jack.

Jack let out a surprisingly feminine whimper as the draconic penis was touching him in all the right places and tensed up as he moaned out, “I’m cumming!”

Rogan didn’t stop humping, allowing that female orgasm to continue, bathing his draconic penis as it clenched around him. Jack continued spasming over and over in the longest orgasm he’d ever had. He only pulled out for a moment to alter the magic of the bindings, rolling over Jack so that he could fuck him…or her face-to-face.

Jack didn’t notice the change at first. The change in position felt nice, but he was too busy in the throes of his first ever female orgasm. And once he noticed, it was already too late. He watched the dragon spunk inside his vagina, sealing his fate.

The bindings animated seemingly on their own, bringing Jack’s maw closer to Rogan’s as he kissed her full-force, not allowing him to escape from the dragon’s penis penetrating him nor the smooch. 

After the passion of the kiss ended some minute later, the dragon smiled, pulling his trousers up but leaving the wolf tied down. “I was thinking of naming him Jack junior. Except I think we’ll be changing yours to Jacklyn. So maybe just Jack. What do you think?”