Dominated And Overstimulated

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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"Mmph!"

The blue dragon grunted, twisting back and forth as the vacuum-bed closed around him. It sucked around him as he breathed in closely, though there were air holes around his muzzle. His master, a wolf, stood outside, controlling it as the latex sucked around him, defining every muscle and every scale.

"Oh, you look wonderful," he praised, though it was all for his own benefit, taking casual ease in the moment. "But I'm going to have my fun with this, little dragon."

Karrn squirmed. The latex pulled around him, though he still felt like he was standing, like the vacuum bondage had merely sucked around him while he'd been pulled back into it. It was a strange sensation, though the dragon didn't have to think about things like that, not as he struggled faintly. That was only so he could feel just how restricted he was, breathing a little easier as he grunted in the back of his throat, trying to lick his lips. The latex bondage stopped his tongue from pushing out, however, even if he could just about tease it against the very edge of his lips, at the inside edge of each.

He wriggled, even his tail restricted. One of his wings was halfway extended while the other folded in against his back, which was a little more comfortable for him. His cock protruded out through the latex as he hardened, though Karrn was under no illusion as to what his shaft would be treated to.

He was just a toy, but he could settle there, whining and whimpering, straining to open and close his jaws against the latex. Even that restriction, however, reassured him. As long as his master was there, he was locked in. As long as he was in the vac-u-bed, he was safe. Bondage, in that manner, was safety and security.

"Let's see you squirm... I can take you for as many rounds as I like, with you as helpless as this."

Karrn murmured his assent, though his consent had already been given. He rolled his hips forward against his master's touch, though the wolf's paw was far too fleeting for his liking. As soon as it brushed his ridged cock, it was gone again, only to be replaced by something cool and plastic.

A rubber cup settled around the base of his cock and he wondered only briefly at what it was. The moment the milking machine was turned on, of course, it sucked around his cock, that rubber ring going tighter as it sealed the chamber around his cock.

"Mmmph!"

He groaned into the latex, trying to talk, but the most he could make were weak, garbled words. Karrn trembled, shuddering against the latex, though the submission drake could not even find it in himself to want to be free -- not when being restrained felt as good as it was.

It was like letting the rest of the world no longer have any meaning or influence on him, like nothing else mattered. All he had to do was to stay there, to experience everything his master had in store for him.

"Good dragon..."

Yes... The dragon's mind grew foggy, though he humped and strove to spear his cock into the milking tube. He didn't really have that manner of movement available to him, however, but that didn't stop him from trying. Karrn tried swivelling his hips from left to right, though the latex tugged around him, showing off his hips, the shape of his thighs. He could almost feel his master's eyes tracking his every movement, sucking in all the air he could through the breathing holes. At least Karrn was fortunate that his wolf master had adjusted them while the latex was sucking fast and tight around him.

But that was the role of a dominant in such a scene too: to make sure they cared for and looked after the needs of their submissive partner too. The wolf may have been a tough master to please, always having an eagle eye for tiny errors and slip-ups, but Karrn felt he was a better submissive in play for it.

Yet the pressure around his cock increased, making him whine with a grunt at the back of it. He couldn't hold back and he didn't think he was supposed to either, not as he tried to hump furtively into the tube, nothing more than a needy slut trying to do all he could to please his master.

"That's right, dragon," his master said, not even gracing Karrn with a name anymore. "Feel that... Thrust into it... You need it. You need to cum."

He took a breath, pausing at just the right moment.

"Cum for me."

Karrn howled and bucked his hips, though he barely moved at all. The dragon-shaped bulge rose through the latex barrier as his master watched on with a smirk, the milking machine doing all it needed. The chamber over his cock was connected to a tube and a collection pot, though he had something else in mind for that later on. It would be another little surprise for Karrn.

His submissive adored surprises. Keeping Karrn guessing was the best thing of their play.

Still, he watched as he ran his hand across the dragon's chest through the latex, admiring the definition of his pectoral muscles and sweeping his hand down to his abdominals too. Semen flowed from the head of his cock as the milking machine drew it from him, taking everything the drake's heavy nuts had to give it.

The flow of cum down the tube was beautiful to see: a gift from his dragon-pet of the moment. Of course, it was merely a roleplay and he was there to oversee the scene while taking his quiet thrill in domination too, but he appreciated it too. Especially in how the dragon struggled against the latex, even that long length of his tail defined. It was quite as if he had become a black-clad statue, shining lightly while he struggled, even if he was really able to do no more than twitch pathetically back and forth.

Turning up the setting on the milking machine, the last drop of Karrn's cum flowing into the containment chamber at the end, the wolf smirked. Yet, he said something.

He didn't have to.

"Mmmph..."

The dragon groaned beautifully for him and the wolf quieted. There was no need, of course, for Karrn to know he was there, leaving the drake to be overstimulated. He wasn't about to let him know what he was doing, letting him squirm and pant there, thinking he had been left alone.

Karrn whined. He'd cum once -- why wasn't his master taking the milking machine off? His cock ached furiously, though it already burned along that tentative line between pleasure and pain, as if he was facing too much stimulation already. He usually liked a little time to recover between orgasms and yet it didn't appear that he was going to be allowed that grace that time.

His heart pounded, drumming in his ears. Gaping lewdly against the latex, he rolled his hips forward, though found the latex more restrictive than ever. Had a setting on the vac-u-bed thing been changed?

He couldn't tell, could only shudder in his confinement. In the milking device, his cock pulsed, flesh feeling like it was rippling and pulling along his hard, aching length -- though, of course, Karrn couldn't see that. The luxury of sight had already been stripped from him as he uselessly rolled his hips forward, feeling like he was doing a lot more than what he actually was.

But he had to do it, had to try, the latex overstimulating too as it clung to every inch of his body. The vacuum cube had even sucked in behind him, or so it seemed, so it was not even as if his back was against a flat, level surface. The dragon's chest heaved, his tail defined down to the last scale, feeling the tip twitch and realising, at long last, that he was in there for the long haul.

A ripple ran through him as he groaned and tried to lower his head, tilting his chin down towards his chest. Yet even that proved impossible, the ache in his neck reminding him of his restriction as liquid lust pooled in his loins.

Helpless.

Toyed with.

Used.

And he loved it all.

He was there for it, every heart-pounding second as his cock pulsed and ached, a delicious strain rolling up the length. Karrn wanted to thrust, to grind into the milking device and also throw it away at the same time. The beauty of bondage was that the choice was taken from him.

The dragon moaned and drooled, wetness clinging around his lips, for the latex didn't allow it anywhere to go. He couldn't hear his master nearby, so he could only assume he'd been left to dwell in overstimulation, head reeling with the enormity of it all. His shaft had never strained as it did in that moment, the drake denied the opportunity of anything at all that would have made things easier.

Clenching his fist. Grinding his teeth. Twisting his head. Even curling his tail.

Nothing. Nothing at all. All he could do was bear wonderfully through it, relinquishing yet another part of his scaled self into the dominating paws of his master.

All he could do... All he could ever want to do...

The dragon's thoughts came slowly, scales burning up from the inside out as his body ached all over again. Something urgent pulled within his groin, aching to spill his seed. Yet it was too much, much too much, and he howled raggedly into his latex bondage as he ejaculated.

It didn't feel like a true orgasm, for the pressure continued, that rippling, milking pull around his cock. And it didn't change either, not as it dragged a strained burst of an orgasm from him. Karrn whined, gulping on strangled emotion, though even twisting his hips that miniscule amount to the side didn't help him in the slightest.

It still came, the pressure around his cock increasing. Had the cycle on the milking machine changed? He couldn't tell, not as it seemed to tighten around the base of his dick, though that could well have been Karrn's imagination too. His mind fought back and forth between imagining sensations where the overload crushed his active mind, imagining his master touching him when it was merely his mind working overtime. The pressure strained him and the dragon twisted futilely within the latex.

Drifting in a strange in-between of realities, the dragon moaned, drooling. There was nowhere for his drool to go and so it slopped back into his mouth, forcing him to swallow with his jaws kept open. Karrn shuddered and flinched while his master watched on, eyeing every reaction of his with a soft growl of pleasure. It was so light, however, that the dragon did not even notice, for he was merely there to experience.

Yet Karrn was not to know any of that, not how he was being admired, how good he looked struggled weakly within his latex prison. He just had to experience, feel, be there for his master. Karrn moaned with a watery lilt, moisture even prickling at the corners of his eyes. That should not have come and yet the dragon couldn't help it in the slightest, losing track of time as the onslaught on his cock continued. His nuts ached like something was digging into them, clenching and squeezing around and caging them from a release that would have felt like a true release.

His latex bondage, however, was inescapable and he was forced to cum again, his body shuddering and twitching uselessly as semen was drained from him. His balls didn't feel like they had anymore to give and yet his flesh burned, desperate for some sense of breathing room, a moment to recover.

It was not to come, of course -- and Karrn would have been disappointed if it had. For, in the bondage cube, he was safe. In there, he was controlled. He had nothing to worry about, not even as his body demanded every last sliver of his attention just to contain the overstimulation.

As his master knew, it was everything the dragon needed. With the latex to hold him fast, he could come apart, time after time again.

With his master's gentle paws to put him back together.