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The guards never told Brask anything. Not when they fed him, not when they walked by on their rounds, and not now either, when they barged into his cell at who knew what hour of the morning snapping orders, waving their clubs threateningly as they brought the chains they used to hobble him whenever they let him out of the bare concrete room they imprisoned him in. He might have mumbled questions past the muzzle fit tight over his jaws, but knew by now they were more likely to strike him than answer, and with a sigh the black dragon got to his feet, leather-mittened paws holding still for them to chain his cuffs together. Even an obedient dragon didn't make them less wary, though, the dark clubs still held at the ready as one clipped a leash to the steel collar fit around the base of his neck and led him out into the hall.

He knew there were other dragons here, by scent if not sight--the humans were careful to keep his kind separated--but he was surprised to see another group of guards escorting a second prisoner, a defiant-looking green dragoness, in the opposite direction once he was out in the hall. Usually the men never dared to have more than one of his kind out of cell at a time, yet here she was, hissing and twitching her tail as she shuffled along. She barely glanced at him, though, and two full rows of guards stood between them to make sure they didn't try to help each other somehow; then she was gone, led one way down the corridor while he was pulled in the other. He glanced back at her, sighed again, but let the humans take him away, down one hallway, turning once, then again, and he blinked in surprise when he recognized a doorway leading to the enclosed bed of a truck: they were going to move him somewhere!

Brask had no idea how long he'd been detained at this prison, but a change of scenery was welcome now even if it didn't mean his freedom. He went willingly into the truck, watching as his leash was tied to a hook at the front of the container, letting them fix the hobble-chains to the floor. His head turned back and forth, peering into the corners, back at the doors, his wings twitching where they were bound tight against his back: only some sheet metal between him and the sky, here, only the shipping crate between him and sunlight, fresh air, even freedom perhaps! But he couldn't catch a glimpse of natural light--if it even was light out--and again not a word was said before the guards left the truck and closed the door just past the end of his coiled tail. Then the rumble of an engine, and he settled down onto his belly as the truck lurched into motion around him.

For months now--at his best guess--he and many other dragons had been held captive at that prison by the humans. Tense standoffs between his kind and theirs had led to hostility, minor scuffles, and then invasion, as the humans in their ever expanding greed crossed onto dragon territory, defeating and capturing every dragon they could get their little hands on in their quest for more space, and to dominate every obstacle in their path. Though some dragons had escaped, Brask and many other dragons had not, and since then his restraints and his small cell had been all he'd known. At first he'd hoped for a chance to escape, then when the restraints and the walls and the guards proved too strong hoped for rescue, but neither had come; and the humans had told him nothing of the conflict, so he had no news, no way to know when he might be set free, or enslaved, or still worse somehow disposed of.

But this change, this travel was a sign: he was being taken somewhere new. Would he be freed there? Put to work? If they meant to kill him they surely wouldn't bother to drive him away somewhere first, with all the effort and expense it entailed, or so he thought! But at least it was a reason to be hopeful, and though the black dragon didn't fight his chains as he rode, his tail flicked slowly back and forth, if anything glad just for a break in the monotony of being held captive in that cell!

The ride took several hours, but he was too curious, too antsy to manage a nap despite having been roused from sleep at the start of the journey. He rattled his chains, he stretched himself the little he could this way and that, he even tried to groom a little, though the muzzle was too tight to let more than the very tip of his tongue escape his maw. But he couldn't reach very far, with the leash and the hobbles holding his shoulders and his paws in place, so even this only occupied him for a little while before he set his head down dully to wait. He'd been doing far too much waiting recently, in his opinion!

But eventually the sounds of wind and rolling wheels outside the crate died down, and after a series of beeps and slow reverse motion stopped entirely; then the rumbling engine shut off at last. They'd arrived! Well, they'd arrived wherever here was, but he supposed he'd find out soon, and he was just struggling to his feet when the doors behind him swung open.

"At last! Our first guest."

Just the sound of a voice--finally, someone willing to speak in his presence, and say something other than a curtly delivered order to be obeyed! His head swung around, and he blinked in surprise: there were still many men waiting to escort him, but they were different men, in different uniforms, and he did not see the clubs his prior guard favored in evidence. They were led by a tall, thin man who stood up very straight, his eyes bright as he saw Brask for the first time.

"And what a lovely specimen," the tall man said; Brask's lips drew back a little from his teeth, not sure how to feel about such a description. The man certainly had a different manner to him than the other humans he'd seen. Was he a scientist of some kind? "Well let's not waste time! Come, dragon, we must get you downstairs."

The black dragon huffed, and his tail twitched. As odd as this human seemed, it was so good to actually be spoken to. Maybe he could have a conversation, if the man was patient enough for him to mumble words through his muzzle; maybe he could finally learn a little of what had happened outside his prison cell since his capture! Of course getting away and learning that himself would be preferable, but he couldn't overpower this many humans or flee very far while chained and grounded, so that was what he'd have to settle for, until a better chance presented itself.

The other men loosed his hobbles from the bolts on the floor of the crate, untied his leash from its hook, and when they motioned for him to move he clumsily shuffled backward out of the narrow confines of the transport container. Walking backward with his paws chained together was even harder than walking forward, and a couple of times he nearly fell when the chains pulled taut, but at last he managed to work his way outside, where he had enough room to turn around. From there they led him down a corridor, turned him left, and then started down a long ramp, the tall man in front and the guards arranged around him, two on either side and one more behind him. The air grew a little warmer as they descended, and his head twisted as he peered this way and that. They seemed to be taking him underground, but was it warmer down here because winter had come, and underground stayed warmer? Or was there something down here that made it warm?

Months of being clubbed whenever he tried to say anything had made Brask reluctant to speak, though, so despite his curiosity he didn't dare ask questions, only their footsteps and the clinking of his chains disturbing the silence. At the bottom of the ramp the corridor turned to the right, where it continued to four open doors. Another cell, he thought at once, as they led him to the nearest door, but he hesitated uncertainly in the entrance when he was close enough to see the interior: off-white canvas covered every surface, all four walls, the floor, even the ceiling! One of the guards gave his flank a shove, reminding him to keep moving, and when he stepped on it he discovered it was soft beneath him, padded. Strange, he thought, but at least that would make it more comfortable than his prior cell!

"And here we are. Your new home. I'm sure you will find it more to your liking than that cold hard pen they kept you in before," said the tall man, moving over to the only thing in the otherwise bare room, a large wheeled chest by the door. "I toured the prison the capitol set up as I was putting my bid together. So small and uncomfortable! This will suit you better."

Brask only snorted, stopping in the center of the room and dipping his head to nose at the floor. It only smelled of cloth and cleaning supplies, no scent of dragon or even much human. More spacious it might be, more comfortable to lie upon, but it was still a prison, he still couldn't see the sky or breathe fresh air, or be free, so it didn't suit him at all!

"And I'm sure you've had enough of cuffs and chains." Brask blinked in surprise, surely he didn't mean they were going to let him stay down here unrestrained! But then the human opened the chest and withdrew still more white canvas, straps and buckles hanging loose: some other way to bind him, though he couldn't make sense of it bundled in the human's arms. "This should be more appropriate for you here. Please, sit up on your haunches, and hold out your front paws." To the other humans he added, "chain and cuffs off, keep the mitts on."

For a moment he wondered if he might be able to bludgeon them all once his forelegs were unrestrained and flee for the surface, but only two of the guards came forward to remove the bonds; the other three remained at his flanks. His head snapped around when he heard a series of high electric whines, and he saw the men holding what he had heard called 'prods' before, which he'd learned packed quite a painful shock! Thus cowed, he allowed the humans to remove the chain and the stout cuffs from his front legs, and then held still so they could dress him in the canvas. They started by fitting his fores into sleeves, long enough that his paws didn't emerge from the other end like a human's hand might from their own clothing, and indeed the sleeves didn't even seem to have an opening at the end, only a leather strap that dangled to the floor. Once his legs were in the sleeves they wrapped the remaining canvas around his chest, over top of his still-bound wings, and he huffed: this nearly was clothing, which dragons had never been meant to wear! He turned his head around to watch as they went behind him, pulling the canvas tight around his torso with a few straps that buckled between his wings--and he stifled a soft eep when they slipped a padlock through a hole in each of the three buckles. As if he could even open a buckle with his claws in mitts! In mitts and sleeves, now, he reminded himself...

"Hold your paws against your chest, like this," the man told him, and briefly crossed his arms in an X, his hands turned inward and nearly tucked into his armpits. Brask huffed, but obeyed, though his legs didn't bend that way so easily as a human's did! The man reached up to adjust how he held them, nudging here, pulling there, and then more straps pulled tight: those that dangled from his paws were pulled through loops on his shoulders and down between his wings, then buckled and locked as well, keeping him from pulling his paws down. One more wrapped fully around his torso and over top of his forelegs, pulling where they crossed against the center of his chest and pinning his upper legs against his sides; another started between his paws, went over where his legs crossed, then buckled beneath them, and another ran from one elbow to the other, meeting between his wings to keep him from twisting his legs forward. Once all three were tight, he couldn't budge his forelegs more than a claw's width in any direction, and he grunted, twisting a little. This wasn't just tight, it was far more restrictive than anything they'd used to bind him in his old prison!

They weren't even done: two more straps drew snug, one at the base of his neck and one at the other end of the canvas, just above his hips. Like the first three, every single buckle was secured by a padlock, and he grumbled to himself as he watched them lock the final strap, his tail twitching. He wouldn't be able to walk with his front legs pinned down; what good was a bigger cell when even standing up would be difficult?

"There we are." The man in charge walked a circle around him, inspecting the buckles and straps. "How is the straitjacket? Anything feeling numb?"

Brask leaned forward a little, grunting. No, nothing seemed to be tingling, so it wasn't too tight in that way, but it was definitely far tighter than he'd expected to be kept! He twisted side to side, the padlocks swaying on their buckles, but no matter how he pushed against the straps and the sleeves that held him, his forelegs couldn't move at all. He huffed, he muttered unhappily, but at last shook his head back and forth like humans did. "Nnnn. Nn-nnnf."

"Good! Lie down on your side, please," he said, and returned to the chest; this time he retrieved a set of three leather cuffs, a single short link of chain holding each of the three together.

The dragon wobbled, looking at the padding uncertainly... The floor was soft, sure, but he didn't have wings or forelegs to ease himself down with this 'straitjacket' trapping them so tightly! He tried to go slowly, as best he could, but it ended up being a clumsy flop in the end, and he grunted as his shoulders fell hard, the cushioning beneath him absorbing most of the impact but not all of it. "Rrrnnh. Hnn nnnf!" he complained, and tugged on the multitude of straps once more, but they didn't give an inch.

With his front legs useless, there was very little Brask could do to resist the humans, and the three who'd been watching him put their prods away as the other two removed the cuffs and chains from his hind paws, pulled them towards his tail, and used the new set of cuffs to bind ankle to ankle to tail, a little ways from its base. He watched, his tail twitching again restlessly as they bound it--not only would that keep him from swinging his tail very far, now even standing up and balancing on just his hind paws would be impossible!--before a tap on his snout regained his attention.

The tall man stood in front of him, a hand on the main strap of his muzzle. "I trust you know better than to fight by now," he said.

Though he nodded, moaned "mmhmmf," having learned that lesson quite harshly before, he couldn't help but feel a bit better. If he could actually open his jaws, if he could speak, that would make such a difference, even if a human was his only conversation partner! He wanted to know about his brothers, his friends, the conflict, and that would let him ask! So he held his head still, and off the muzzle came. He arched his neck, grunted, yawned-- "Haalllmm-- mmmmn mmm!" When his jaws closed he found the human had slipped something between them, something thick and cylindrical and rubbery that pressed down on his tongue, and went so deep into his maw it felt like it nearly tickled the back of his throat! He tried to twist his snout away, forelegs straining to reach up and push him back, but it was too late: one buckle was already tight, and tossing his head wouldn't dislodge the big gag.

"Now now dragon, don't struggle." A couple of guards came over to help, pulling down on his neck so the remaining straps could be secured, one behind his head to hold the gag in deep, two around his jaws to pin them down against it. "Fighting doesn't do anyone any good, and things will be safer for everyone once you're secure."

"Mmmmmnn. Hmm, mm mmmmf!" he replied, his voice more stifled than ever with such a large obstruction in his way, and without being able to move his tongue, he couldn't even come close to saying anything that sounded like a word! He huffed, and tossed his head when they let go of them, trying to work his jaws against the cylinder to see if he could get any more room, but with it pressing out and the straps pressing in, there was nowhere for it to go, and he grunted, pushing on it with his tongue--and then he flushed hot when he began to feel the shape of it: the little ridges, the flare not far from its tip, the slight tapering as it went... It wasn't just a cylinder, the gag was shaped like a dragon's cock! Growling past it, he glared down at the human. That was uncalled for!

The man only smiled again, and motioned to the others. "I don't think he will be any danger to me now. You may go," he said, and they all left, just him and the tall one now--not that he could beat even one human bound like this. He could barely move! And his only way to show his displeasure was to glare at his back and growl again as he returned to the chest once more...

"Complain all you like, but your gag is most useful." He reached into the chest, pulled out a smaller box and a steel bar with a cuff on either end, carried them over. "The center can be removed, so we can give you food and liquids through it without having to free your jaws. Far safer, and it means I don't need to keep a troop of guards on payroll to help every day. Helped me put in such a low bid," he chuckled, as Brask growled in mounting indignation--it wasn't something he had to endure only now, but all the time? This was humiliating!

"The capitol wanted your kind spread out, you see, and to find someone else to take care of you so they wouldn't have to use so many resources for--however long?" he paused and looked up at the ceiling, the unspecified time frame making him squirm: that question hanging in the air was one he really wanted answered! "Anyway. Cheaper for them, and makes a mass jailbreak far less likely too." He set the box down, and put the bar between Brask's knees, shutting the cuffs on either end to hold his hind legs spread apart. He growled again, and pushed his thighs against it, but the steel was too strong, and now his slit was exposed to the man--what was he doing? "And more than just seeing dragons humbled, there were other things I wanted to see as well, so I offered to take care of a few of you, gave them a bid for what it'd cost me to take care of you."

That sounded like trouble, especially with the man down there by his hips arranging whatever it was he had in that box, and he growled, squirming some more and trying to scoot away. Whatever those other things were, he had no interest in finding out--but there was nowhere to go in this cell, and even pushing himself along the floor was hard with all his limbs tied! He barely made it half the length of his tail, and the human only sighed, moved with him, and brought the hinged steel contraption towards him, turning it-- Brask saw another thick phallus attached to it and tried to roll over, but the man sat on his tail, brought its slick lubricated tip against his rear and pushed!

"Mmmmnnh-- Mmmf! Mmmmgh!" The dragon groaned and shuddered, unable to throw him off, and despite his resistance it began to slip inside! He twitched, he tried to kick, he glared helplessly back as the human acquainted him with every inch of that dildo, how it tapered at the tip before rapidly widening, then the gentle curve, the ridges, rubbing against his insides and spreading sensations that felt most unwelcome at the moment--and then, after the human paused for a moment, it widened considerably as he was forced to take a most humiliating and undragonlike knot! The strain made him gasp and pant and shiver, but then it was in--and then the steel began to close over his hips. A curved plate went between his legs, running from his belly to the base of his tail and covering both his slit and the base of the thick toy he'd stuffed into him. One loop hinged closed around the base of his tail, another the top of his hips, fitting that plate snugly into place, and one more padlock through the latch on his belly secured the whole assembly.

"Perfect!" The man removed the cuffs from his knees and hopped off.

Brask growled his disagreement around the gag. Not only was he bound tighter than ever, not only did he have that embarrassing rubber cock filling his maw, but now his ass was stuffed too, and that belt kept him from trying to push it out! "Rrrmmmgh! Mmmmf, mmm mmmm! Mmmmf mm mmmg!" He grunted his demands, the phallic shape swallowing up every word, and struggled, twisting himself back and forth and yanking on the straps and the cuffs and the sleeves that so tightly bound his limbs, trying to ignore the feeling of the thick toy nudging on those sensitive spots inside him when he moved. But nothing came free, it was too strong for him!

"What's that?" The human might have been attempting an expression of concern, but to Brask he just looked smug. "Don't like it?"

"Mmmmmnnn!" He shook his head vigorously, almost glad for the belt he'd locked around his hips if only because it hid the slight swelling he could feel in his slit. Another male he'd known had mounted him a couple times in the past, asserting dominance after territorial brawls, and though it had actually felt good to be claimed like that it was not at all a welcome sensation when forced on him by the humans, nor was any pleasure from treatment so degrading something he'd want to admit to them! "Mmmn mmm mmmmf!"

The man eyed him critically. "I see." Then he pulled a ring from his pocket: keys! The black dragon moaned quietly when he saw them, and rolled so his belly faced the human. Come on, he thought since he couldn't speak, just take that thing out of me! And when he selected a key and approached him he relaxed a little, holding still and holding up a hind leg to give him access, waiting expectantly and hearing a little rattle as he fit the key in the lock, a twist, a snap--

For a moment he could only gape in shock, as the human backed quickly away: he'd broken the key off in the lock! "Hhmm mmmm mmmmmnn! Mmmmgh! Mmmf, mmmmm!" he protested, at once beginning to thrash, to struggle, sucking air through his nostrils as he threw all his strength against the restraints. No, no he couldn't do that! He needed that belt off, he needed that dildo out, but he'd broken the lock, the key--!

"They told me one more thing once I'd won my bid," the man said, having little trouble speaking over Brask's muffled voice, and he took another key in his hands, methodically pushing on the ends one way, then the other, until it snapped in his hands. He could only watch with wide desperate eyes, rolling from his side to his back and yanking his front legs in every possible direction, but the straps held every joint, every muscle, and they just couldn't move, couldn't pull free! His claws too were useless, and he flinched when the third of four keys on that ring broke in the human's hands, whining powerlessly in denial. No, no, no!

"They told me not to expect them to ask that I return my dragons to them," he said, the grin on his face far more frightening than any expression he'd ever seen on a human before, and he began to flex the last key between his fingers. "So the government won't be coming to set you free. The few remaining rebels won't be coming to save you."

Brask trembled all over, fighting with all his strength but still so strictly contained. His claws wiggled within the mitts, his muscles tensed and bulged and twitched, his hips rolled across the toy within him as he kicked his hind paws against their cuffs, and still nothing gave. "Mmmmnn mmmmf! Lllllmmm! Mmmmf, mmmgh, mmmmm!" he bellowed in horror, pleading, his whole body shaking in anxiety as he begged, he couldn't do a thing, he couldn't get free, he could only watch as the key bent, and bent, and snapped!

"As I said." He tossed the ring, then the broken halves of the keys into the box at his feet, the dragon shuddering as they rattled within. "I hope these accommodations will be more to your liking, because this cell is now your permanent home."

He was too shocked to be angry, too tightly bound to try to follow when the human picked up the box, put it back in the chest, and wheeled that out into the hall. No, he just kept thinking. No, no, no, no, there had to be a way out, there had to be something he could do, he couldn't stay this way forever! His back arched, and he pulled on the straitjacket again, but it was so very tight that even trying to struggle felt futile, and he could only watch, powerless, as the man slid the door shut--even its interior was padded--and sealed him in the cell.

"Mmmnf," he said. "Mmmn, mmmf mmmm. Mmmmmmmf! Hhlllmmmm!" He finally howled into the gag, and bucked, the end of his tail thumping on the floor as he squirmed. His hind paws and his tail could sway back and forth, but little more; his front legs were utterly immobilized, as were his wings. He could bend his neck, twist his head far enough to see the padlocks all hanging in a row between his wings--he could even reach far enough to bump at a couple of them with his muzzle--but his fangs were useless as well, his jaws wrapped around that thick humiliating cock, and he couldn't hope to make any fire with his mouth so filled and sealed. Bound tight, stuffed at both ends, so embarrassing, degrading, helpless... He shivered again, feeling the thick knot of the dildo resting against probably the most sensitive spot that other dragon had ever found inside him. His shaft even twitched in his slit, despite how unwelcome arousal was in such a predicament!

Brask panted and groaned and tried to think. Locked in an underground cell, he knew not where; locked into the straitjacket and the belt, unable to remove the gag, the cuffs and mitts on his hind legs and tail, or even get the dildo out of his rump. All of his natural weapons were contained, his strength and claws and sharp fangs utterly useless. Even if his tail proved dextrous enough to reach something, he couldn't hope to pull open the heavy padlocks with it, let alone get any of the buckles to part! He didn't want to accept such a situation--there was just nothing he could do!

But then it got worse. A low beep sounded, from somewhere near the door, and a low humming radiated from the base of his tail as the toy filling his rump began to vibrate. "Mmmmmngh-- Mmmf. Mmmm, mmmh mmmmm! Mmmf!" he moaned, and shook his head, pleading to whoever had turned that on--no, this was bad enough already! But he couldn't make it stop, he couldn't get the toy out, he couldn't even ignore it; the dildo was pushed up against his prostate and the gentle buzz teased at it, pleasure the last thing he wanted at the moment but it was too intense a sensation to ignore! He fought his bonds a little more, uselessly, and then moaned from the feeling, unable to keep himself from grinding against the toy. No-- He couldn't just break, he needed to find a way out somehow-- But no matter how he tried to resist, his body had begun to respond, and he could feel his shaft begin to swell until he discovered even that was restrained: the plate between his legs covered his slit and trapped his cock inside. He wasn't even allowed to get hard!

His moans grew more heated, more urgent as the stimulation continued, radiating through him in waves of pleasure and lust that seemed a little stronger with each passing moment. He hadn't found any opportunities to tend to such needs in his prior cell, and his body seemed far too eager to strain for what he hadn't felt for such a long time! "Mmmmmmgh!" He groaned in frustration, inhaling sharply, and rolling over pressed his slit against the floor, but no matter how his hips twisted the belt kept him locked up, even that gear so tight and secure! He blushed hot in humiliation, that he couldn't control his desires in such captivity, but even the embarrassment didn't dull the aching in his loins as the tip of his shaft pushed hard against the belt, striving to escape his slit, and it did not yield! He humped the floor again, and moaned as the dildo rubbed across his prostate. That felt too good...

Brask continued to struggle, but now that he'd started to grind against the toy he found he couldn't stop. He wriggled and groaned and yanked on his bonds, he rolled his hips back and forth, he moaned in arousal and frustration as the toy kept on buzzing and his cock throbbed and strained and so horribly ached from being locked up in his slit despite the pleasure! Again he thrashed, helpless, and looking back at his hips he whined, able to see the broken key seated within the padlock, rendering it still more impossible to remove. He couldn't even hope to get an erection down here, he couldn't escape... He couldn't do anything!

All the dragon could do was moan, and thrust, and shudder, the stimulation impossible to shut out, the bondage impossible to escape, with nobody to help him or hear him in his deep lonely cell. He gave all the padlocks on his back another desperate look, but they remained shut, locked, trapping him in the straitjacket, and as his forelegs twitched back and forth he could feel despair overwhelming him. There was no way for him to get out, he realized, shuddering and moaning louder still as the pace of the vibrator within him increased. No way to struggle free, no hope for rescue, no hope for escape or for freedom, no hope for even an orgasm to sate this unwanted lust that the thick toy had so focused him on, with his cock sealed behind the belt! Gasping, he rolled on his back and humped hard, feeling the toy rock back and forth and vibrate on and on and on, the pleasure he couldn't find the will to shut out mingling with his hopelessness as the aching in his pent-up shaft increased, forced to accept that he would remain helpless forever, in captivity, even that this tormenting ache of denied arousal would never be satisfied. "Mmmmmmf... Mmmmmmg! Mmmmmmmmmf!"

And there was no way out.