The boyish dragon stood in the ornate office, confused shock on his face. Sapphire scales hidden behind nothing but a set of flowing cyan silk held to his form with pristine silver bangles, the young adult wasn’t hiding much with his outfit, in fact it was designed to accentuate and highlight what was exposed during his stage dances. All to better entice clients when he moved to the private rooms after his set. It was currently late, the dragon ending his shift after his personal ‘meetings’ were finished, with the resulting aching muscles and satisfied glow permeating his body. Of course, one part didn’t get to glow, a sleek and engraved chastity cage on his cock keeping it condensed and useless. There was a low whirr coming from it, stimulating gel pads and vibrators currently edging him. Though he did a remarkable job of not showing it, growing used to the constant pleasure and denial. He was already anal-orgasm focused before he took this job that mandated the cage, but it was still annoying to be hands-free all the time. The scantily clad dragon boy waved his hands in a desperate calming motion. “What do you mean, ‘denied’?” He said softly, voice lacking his earlier tone of sensuality and excitement when he was on-shift. The expensive-suited bear leaned back in the large office chair, kicking his feet up on the heavy wooden desk. “It means I’ve denied your request to take your cage off.” Groaning with exasperation, the shimmering boy-whore ran his palms down his feather-like mane of light blue fluff, the fuzz going from scalp to tail-tip. “But why? I have entire days of time-unlocked banked up, I haven’t requested any time off for the entire time I’ve worked here. You even said when I first joined, as long as I had time it would be approved.” A half-hearted empathetic sigh came from the gruff executive. “Yeah, but that was before you became our star male performer. Everybody loves having you caged 24/7, it’s a huge draw. Can’t ruin the streak now, can we?” “That’s it?” The sapphire dragon said, ears raised in incredulity. “You’re keeping me locked purely for advertising? Just lie! They won’t know about one day.” “I run a respectable establishment here, River. And you have the paycheck to know that.” “All the money in the world doesn’t mean shit if I can never use my dick again.” A bemused rumble came from the bear. “Come now, don’t be so testy. You’ve done fine without it this long.” River just crossed his arms and ignored the buzzing from the openly visible cage in question. “Seriously? One day. It’s not even while I’ll be here.” Raising his hands, the boss shrugged. “Sorry. You’re doing too good to risk losing performance value.” “How much value would there be if I quit? Then you’d have to take the cage off.” A snort from the ursine. “Oh pipe down, stop trying to be so assertive. Just ignore that little dick of yours and go back to swinging on the poles and bending over for customers. You’ll get your money, hell, I’ll even chip in a raise for your stellar performance over the last year.” River’s face fell into a scowl. The dragon kept his contemplation to a minimum, responding in but a second. “Nah. It’s been fun, but go ahead and unlock the cage now.” He truly didn’t mind being indefinitely caged, but there was a reason he agreed only with there being a clause of earning time unlocked that could be claimed at any time. Expressly for a moment like this. With the bear’s eyes narrowing at River’s doubling down, he stopped fiddling with his claws to sharply peer at the lithe dragon still wearing his dancing getup. “Why do you want it off anyways?” “Doesn’t matter to you. Unlock it now, or I’ll gonna get in touch with my contract lawyer. Since you’re in blatant violation of it.” The bear stared hard for a moment, before cracking into a terse grin. “River, come on. Where’s all this rudeness coming from? Look, no need to hastily throw out your future. I’m sorry, but I just can’t authorize it right now. We have three VIP clients coming tomorrow specifically for that tight little ass of yours, and I’m not going to risk it. After that, you’re unlocked for as long as you want.” “That doesn’t help me right now.” Calmly stated the dragon. “And my deepest apologies, but you know how important these high rollers are for a club. We may serve a clientele of higher class than any other brothel or club, but we need to hang on to these loyal wallet-stuffers.” Another shrug from the smug man. “You know the drill buddy, you’ve been giving ‘em dances and shows long enough to know the real spenders are what keep you with such a large bank balance.” River merely raised a brow. “That’s it? That’s the best you can do? There’s no point if it’s that late, I need to be unlocked for tomorrow.” After all, that was the day of his next class with Shawn, the friends going through a rape-license course together. And while River only did it to get his hunky stallion BFF to go through with it, the dragon still wished to participate. Which meant doing the ‘hands on’ demonstration scheduled tomorrow. Which would be hard considering he was caged. His boss simply held his hands up again, giving a shrug. “Well, that’s that then. I’ll take you off the roster and wish you luck with freelance.” Gritting his teeth, River cursed internally. “Fine. I’ll stay locked.” It would be real interesting trying to do a rape demo in a chastity cage, but it wasn’t worth losing his job over. The bear took the dragon’s acceptance of pointlessness as submission. “Atta boy. We’ll have you be our top stage girl in no time.” Already turning to walk out the office, silky garments flowing to reveal much of his bare scales, River gave a glare back. “You’re giving me that raise you mentioned.” Chuckling, the bear returned to leaning back in his chair. “Of course.” - The rape instructor, Amanda, a thicc and dismissively confident bat wearing her usual thin and small tank top with short shorts that made some underwear look modest, called River’s name. “Alright, your turn with the fucktoy. Show us what you got.” As all eyes in the small room of the community center turned to him, he suddenly felt like crawling into his hoodie. Normally the skinny and athletic dragon was all for people getting to watch him, but he was still susceptible to anxiety and fear of social judgement. “I… uh… can’t.” The busty bat raised a brow as her top struggled to contain her honkers. “Huh? Oh, if you’re a bit squicked by having everyone watch, there’s a closet down the hall we can use.” River shook his head as he felt his face turn to three times the temperature of the sun. “Yeah… no, that’s not the issue.” “Well don’t worry then, just get up here and try. Everybody here is in this class to get a license to rape people, this is as safe a space as you can get for aspiring assaulters. Don’t feel the need to hold back, just do what you want, what you need to do. Or go basic, it’s alright to not be hardcore when starting out. Gentle raping is a common tactic when focusing on mental manipulation instead of physical force.” Shrinking in his desk, the dragon still shook his shamed head. “Still not it.” With a huff and a crossing of arms that lifted and bounced her tits, Amanda merely cocked a brow and her hips as she displayed pure disinterest in her wobbling rack and how the class stared at them. “What’s the deal? You got a dick right? The fucktoy has a dildo attachment if you’re trying to power bottom.” “N-No. Well, while I do prefer to receive, I have a dick. But it’s-“ The bat cut him off. “Then get up here already. Time to rape your first hole. It’s alright if you’ve never given, but now is the time to try it and learn to be as rough as possible to your victims.” “But-“ Amanda pointed her finger at the ground, eyes intense. “Get. You’re delaying the class. I don’t care if you thrust a few times and give up, or cream in one pump. All I need is your dick in this thing’s hole, just show the minimum effort.” Deciding to cut his losses, River chose to stop dragging this out. Sheepishly getting out of his seat and giving Shawn a thankful look for the supportive nod, the dragon made his way to the desk at the front of the room. A wiggling, huffing little toy was on the desktop. The thing was sealed in a thick suit of pure, shiny black latex, with various straps and cuff points on the body, with rectangular handles coming from the shoulder-blades and hips. The head shape was vaguely rodent-like, no facial features beyond the snug coating of rubber, and the toy’s size told River the poor thing was no more than a tween. Currently strapped up like a bitch-suit, the toy stood on it’s ‘paws’ atop the table, head panting through the little metal air filter right over the nose while the mouth hard-point was sealed with a gag that had a little hose and hand-pump coming out of it to indicate why the toy’s throat bulged out so much. There were only two sets of markings on the reflective rubber, an id number and a barcode, placed once on the chest and again on an asscheek. The only assurance River had that this once-a-child wasn’t suffering was that its mind had likely blanked after the intense training UUP fucktoys got during processing. The sapphire dragon looked at the cute butt facing him, and the fleshlight looking hole between those cheeks, unnaturally tight with a puffy rim, all seamless rubber. There was even a little bulge under it, where the balls and cock would be, currently hidden behind a sealed port in the suit. Only the little nub of the catheter stuck out. Looking back at the bat woman, River had to nervously gulp as she stuck her finger through an O shape made by her other hand. “Uh, ma’am… I’m telling you…” “I don’t wanna hear it. Rape the toy.” She said with a shocking amount of force. Giving a mixed ‘here goes’ and ‘fuck it’ roll of his shoulders while preemptively squeezing his eyes shut, River braced as he unceremoniously yanked his pants down. There was silence in the room for a moment, before a cough and some minor giggles. But honestly not much happened beside that and surprised murmuring. He knew they could all see his cage, and see that it was a custom fitted, high-tech, ornately engraved thing. And that meant it was personal, and long-term. Obviously still having it on during this also implied that, but he couldn’t stop his thoughts from piling upon the ‘I fucked up’ train. He cracked his eyes open when he realized nothing more was happening, no teases or heckling. Opening up to see Amanda staring at him with simple disappointment. “You could have told me you were in a chastity cage.” Oh, that made River shiver with frustration. “I… I tried! You wouldn’t-“ She pointed back to his desk. “Stop wasting my class time. Can’t imagine why you’re even in this class, but I’ll be sure to strike you from other ‘hands on’ activities. Just get back to your seat.” Red faced with both humiliation and anger, the dragon hastily tugged his pants up and stomped back to his seat before dropping his face to his hands and not lifting up. He only peeked out as the class continued when his stallion friend nudged his foot. Revealing a concerned face, River gave a small sigh and waved his hand in dismissal, ignoring the grunts and plaps coming as the next person fucked the living toy on the desk under Amanda’s supervision. - “What happened, man? Weren’t you supposed to be able to get the cage off?” Shawn asked, a heartwarming look of concern on the stallion’s handsome face. The wonderful lighting of River’s luxury apartment helped bring out that delectable manliness, the wall of pristine windows giving the hunk a full backdrop of evening skyline. The sapphire twink just took a breath for a moment, wondering what deity was guiding his swooning heart to the stallion despite already falling for him. Then the lithe dragon grumbled absently and strode over his sleek wooden floors, past a polished granite countertop, and right to the bar to quickly flip over a glass and pour a dark liquid into it from a tall bottle. “Asshole boss doing asshole things.” Was the dragon’s curt reply, trying to make his blush not so obvious. “Jeez. If you need help with anything…?” Shawn said, leaving the question open to the smaller dragon. River coughed after taking the first sip of his drink, not usually one for alcohol. But the nightmare of embarrassment that was today required unconventional coping. “No, don’t worry about it. It’s a breach of my contract, but I got a pretty nice raise for it.” River couldn’t tear his eyes away from the stallion’s, their genuine concern for River evident. “River…” Shawn said quietly. “I know your job is… unique. But it’s not okay to bribe someone to never use their dick again. That cage can’t be good for you, especially with how long you’ve had it on. Do you even remember having it off?” “No.” Simply stated the eye-pleasing dragon. “I don’t, honestly. But I get what you mean, and don’t worry. I won’t have this job forever, and it’s also going to be that much better when I get it off.” He put up his best performing smile to the distraught looking horse. “I’m fine, Shawn. A little public attention is the whole reason I became a dancer in the first place.” The large man crossed his arms, the muscles of an in-shape cop showing as the stallion looked at a person he couldn’t give a definitive title to. “There is a difference between exhibitionism, and downright humiliation. What happened today was not okay- hey!” He pointed to the blue dragon, the glass to River’s lips. He had just watched him down the contents of the vessel before refilling it, repeating the process. “That’s your third one, slow down.” River’s blush was less the flutters of his heart in his crush’s presence now that he felt the usual lightness and heat of being tipsy surround him. “Relax, I’m just taking the edge off. Afraid I won’t share?” Tightening his lips, Shawn sighed. “I’m just saying. Today was rough. I don’t want you trying to ‘man up’ for me. I’m a cop. I help people for a living, specifically because I know there are too many that need it. Let me help you. I get if you want to get all big and swaggery after you got paraded before a whole lot of people in chastity cage, but you don’t need to with me.” River’s grin was clearly more influenced by alcohol than anything else, but there was the obvious affection of his crush making him fall harder for him. He pointed towards the buff horse, finger reaching out as he still held the glass. “Wanna help?” He wasn’t slurring, but it was tempting to ham it up. River may be a lightweight, but he had no intention of getting piss-drunk. “We can talk. Long and deep, far into the night. But. Forgive me, surely you might understand as well, I am fucking screaming inside right now, and I need a distraction before I can actually relax for real.” Shawn nodded, finally loosening his stance with River’s acceptance of assistance. “Okay, that’s fine. Do you have something-“ The sapphire dragon boy leaned back on the counter, grinning ear to ear, and spoke with the utmost casual confidence. “Lemme eat your ass.” Blinking, the stallion did his best not to give a light chuckle. “Really? Of all the things?” Rolling his head around, River giggled. “Yeahhh. Dude, ever since you just fucking shoved that donut in my face and used me a sweat rag for your ass in the sauna, I can’t stop thinking about it. I need you to sit on my face. Like, right now.” - Thankfully, by the next class session much of the interest in River’s little buddy dissipated, and the dragon lost his own interest once he ‘wound down’ with the stallion. With the next few hours after that nightmare class spent getting absolutely reamed by the big stallion, everything was right in the world as he lay sore and fulfilled on his bed, gaped asshole oozing cum. Back again sitting at the community center’s desk, River flashed back to that moment, looking forward to its occurrence today. He was quite glad their after-class meetup became regular, replacing their usual gym romps. The boyish dragon almost missed what the instructor said, this time the male buck speaking at the front of the room. “-A quick recap of the basic aspects of choosing a hole. As far as ability goes, if you’re packing and don’t want to risk bottoming out, go for the ass. If you want a generally easier time or have some knowledge that they can take you, vaginal is a surefire. Oral isn’t the most recommended, but can be one of the best feeling. Anal is painful, rough, and demeaning. Ass rape them when you want them to hurt, or debilitate them out of being able to resist. Vaginal is good if they’re already submitting and are complying to avoid pain, and giving them something to enjoy sometimes improves their willingness for the rape in general. Oral is a tough one, because they can bite, and they will if there’s even a little fight in them. Save it for when you know your target is meek or submissive, or after you’ve completed a physical assault maneuver to break their resistance.” With a near-bored sigh, River jotted down the bullet point version. He never figured the novelty of learning about how to rape someone would fall off so fast, though he noted Shawn actually got more attentive with every session. The dragon spent more time looking at glints and glimmers in his well-polished scales, figuring that it only made sense he’d get so disinterested considering he never really had a desire to rape anyone in the first place. Not even the sensationalized version that most people knew. With that trendy image for it being almost anything rougher than consensual missionary, half his times with clients could be considered ‘rape’. Hell, even the ferocity Shawn unleashed upon his welcoming asshole after these classes would probably constitute as rape in the current cultural fad. Thankfully the law kept their definition a bit more strict, preventing actual mislabeling while allowing the media to continue having its rapey field day. He had already zoned out the class again, wondering if he should just play some of the new games that had in-depth rape mechanics. Granted, he usually ended up on the receiving end in those, so maybe the point was moot. As the lithe dragon boy lost his focus all over again, he couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting over to Shawn’s muscular form at the desk besides his, picturing the jacked stallion behind him instead. The years absent from their friendship had been kind to the man, working as a cop and continuing his dedication to his body that had started during high school sports. River was always impressed by how his hunky school crush had only gotten more handsome, meanwhile the horse would always be thankful for his former boytoy having his ass get bigger and accentuated with his own athletic routine. The whole reason they were trying to get this license was how Shawn had so much trouble finding people able to handle his ruts. Whores charged too much to let him truly let loose, and even those he went all out on never let him back. If River had ever known anyone actually needing a rape license to avoid committing and actual crime, his dear stallion was the textbook answer. Which was only funnier considering he works as a cop. And while the little dragon slut begged Shawn to use him to the fullest, the pent up stud didn’t want to risk pushing away his unspoken boyfriend. Admirable, but the sapphire dragon gave a slightly annoyed huff. As kind as Shawn was, he seemed to forget that half of River’s job was getting fucked, he had taken many things close to the stallions size at breakneck paces. Losing focus all over again, the dragon merely let his thoughts drift to that heavy shaft between Shawn’s legs, imagining its taste and smell as the world around him melted away. He couldn’t wait until after the class and the two of them could get some privacy. “River. Your turn to answer.” Called the buck at the front of the classroom, face expectant, if not a bit smug in knowing he chose a distracted student to embarrass. In fact, both instructors had started demeaning him more and more since the incident showing his cage. It wasn’t directly outward, but he could tell, there was a subtle haughty douchiness as both the man and the casually-scantily-clad bat stared at him. Sitting straighter, the dragon sighed. “What was the question?” He plainly asked, owning up to his spacing out and not giving them the satisfaction of seeing him panic. Amanda spoke with a disappointed tone, a sneer on her face. “Give an example of what is and isn’t an appropriate hunting ground.” The sapphire twink tapped his chin. “Well. An alleyway for appropriate, obviously.” With an unimpressed ‘uh huh’ from the buck, everyone continued to expectantly stare at him. River shrugged, “I dunno, I guess a cemetery wouldn’t be appropriate.” Snorting, Amanda leaned back on her desk. “Nope. Maybe you’d know that it’s not based on what you feel is appropriate if you paid attention. It’s about what the law says is. And a big open field like a cemetery is fair game, since there’s little legal entry restrictions. Now. Shawn? Can you give an example of where not to rape someone?” She asked, giving a more hopeful look to the big stallion currently giving the dragon boy a reassuring look of apology. “Oh. A hospital.” He said calmly, looking between the mildly annoyed teachers and his buddy sinking down into his desk in humiliated misery. The buck nodded. “Great, exactly. Now, I know a lot of you are gonna see that as bad. At least one of you is upset that a big ol’ building of weak and defenseless people are no longer on the table.” Holding up his hands, the buck gave a slight chuckle at the murmurs in the classroom. “It’s not to limit any of your outlets expressly, the state goes to great lengths to ensure a license holding rapist is as free as possible to hunt. But when it comes to the previous statement, most places that have a pre-existing entry requirement don’t get waived by having a license. You can’t waltz into a power plant, you can’t run up to a politician’s desk, and you can’t just visit any room in a hospital, much less entire wards. Not to mention, you really wanna try something in a hospital? The one place you can catch every disease at once?” A bunch of ‘yeeg’s of dawning cringe spread through the twenty or so people. Sure, going into a hospital was great on paper for rapists. Legally, the only person that can help your victim is themselves, and most people in a hospital couldn’t. But by the simple nature of it being a hospital, there were more risks that became aware once you thought about it. Not to mention, nobody would go to hospitals if it just put you on a silver rape platter, and nobody would be stupid enough to undermine such critical infrastructure. That was the whole basis of the major legal battles regarding the way hospitals used to treat coma patients. But it was pure evidence that no matter the interest in the subject, slapping someone down at a desk to listen to someone ramble on would induce immediate boredom. River barely even remembered the test that day, moving on to the weekly personal meetings with the instructors. Sitting in the small office of the bat, he wanted to set some things straight. Still wearing her usual outfit of a too-small, raggedy tank top and shorts that didn’t even try to hold her ass in, the woman almost gave a trashy vibe if such lack of care about modesty wasn’t so commonplace. She sat there with a raised brow, staring at river. “Don’t you normally meet with Dominic for the one-on-ones, prettyboy?” She asked, almost irritatedly. River set his jaw and held back a remark. “Yes, but I wanted to have a word with you about your attitude during the demonstration session.” Amanda sat back, scoffing. “Yeah? How so?” “Well, I think it was very rude to pressure me to come up to the toy, despite my arguments. Then to belittle me in front-“ The bat groaned with a roll of her eyes. “I didn’t do shit, sissy. You’re the one who signed up for the rape class. Not my fault you’re a little sissy boy in a cage. You knew the demo was coming, if you actually were concerned, you’d have done whatever kinky shit your key-holder wanted to get it off for a day.” Leaning back forward with a clasping of her hands, Amanda grew a touch more serious. “No, this good actually, because this lets me tell you something personally. My class is not some fetish-fuel for you. My class is here to learn how to rape people, how to properly release themselves so they don’t become a danger to society. If you’re going to use it as a silly way to get off, leave. I won’t tolerate you making a mockery of my class.” River opened his mouth, but no words came. There was shock, then anger, then only a sharp snap of his jaws closing. Brows furrowing, the sapphire dragon did his best to speak calmly. This woman was getting more of a rise from him than his damn boss. “There seems to be a misunderstanding. My chastity is part of my job, and I expressed my reluctance at the demo. You are the one who-“ “Ugh, we’re going in circles here. Look, go to Dominic for your actual personal meeting. And I’ll be sure to exclude you from any hands-on activities to prevent another derailing of my class.” Amanda said, crossing her arms before shaking her head. Clamping his mouth shut, River sat straighter. Without a word, he swiftly stood and left, not bothering to have his actual meeting. On his way out, Shawn was waiting at the door for his own weekly meeting. Eyes wide in the shock of not expecting to see the twink there, it shifted to concern as he saw the dragon’s composure struggling to keep together. Quickly brushing past, River meekly rushed away after giving a slight nod. Shoulder’s slumping, the stallion watched him go, hands shoved in his hoodie’s pocket with a sulk. Looking back to the door, Shawn saw the bat raise a brow at him. With a sigh, the horse walked in and began his own meeting. — “Like, I don’t get it.” River said, legs tucked up to his chest on the car’s seat, the city blurring by. “She’s such…” “An ass?” Shawn finished, leaning back in the passenger seat beside the dragon, arms crossed. “Yeah!” River exclaimed, tossing his hands up. “She’s just… rude! And the other guy isn’t exactly nice either.” The stallion blew a hot huff from his nostrils, “Yeah, that bat is a total whore. Normally I’m happy for a girl to casually show so much fur, but god she gets on my nerves. To be so callous and disrespectful, while also practically waving your fake tits out for all to see is ridiculous.” His hands tightened, gripping his arms. “Fuck, sometimes I just want to… ugh…” “Rape her?” River interjected, looked over at the cop, seeing the furrowed brow and near snarl. Looking out the window with slight shame, the man nodded. “At least a bitch like her deserves it.” Shrugging, the dragon agreed. “Yeah. Can’t say I’d be too upset at her meeting the fate she teaches. Unfortunately it probably means it won’t happen to her.” Silence followed, the car driving on its own to his apartment. “Hey. Shawn. Would… you mind staying the night? I can order us a nice dinner, and show you a good time, but… I don’t want to be alone tonight.” Features softening, the stallion looked at his long time friend and crush. “Yeah, of course. And don’t feel the need to offer your body as some way to get to me, we were friends long before you dragged me off to a bathroom to suck me off back in school.” Voice slightly shaky in nerves and appreciation, River relaxed in the seat for the first time during the ride. “Thanks, Shawn.”