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Since the day he'd met his roommate over a month ago, Elliott had spent many nights imagining himself with the tall, male doberman. He'd introduced himself as Robert, or Rob for short, and revealed he was on the track team as well, a blessing for the green flamedramon as it meant more time to ogle his tight ass through his gym shorts. The canine was the polar opposite to Elliot in almost every way: friendly and outgoing, tall and beefy with a more pronounced muscular figure, and constantly trying to pick up women. The last point was a sore spot for the digimon as it meant no matter how much time they spent together, the dog was unlikely to entertain any ideas of he and Elliott having a little fun.

Despite their differences, particularly their preferences towards sex, Elliott still enjoyed much alone time fantasizing about his bulky, canine roommate. There were many times when Elliott imagined Rob standing over him, face down and body naked, tied to the bed with cuffs and gagged with his own underwear, dominated by the doberman clad in leather boots, fingerless gloves, and thong. His crotch was awash with burning lust every time he pictured the canine smacking his ass with a thick paddle or striping his back with a flogger, making him scream in pain and pleasure. He always dreamed of having the dobie mount him, taking his virgin ass while calling him a "useless slut" or "pathetic bitch" or "fuck toy." All the while he would cry out in shame while providing total submission to the alpha dog.

It was a fantasy and Elliott knew that, but the flamedramon needed that fantasy now more than ever to try and escape the cruel truth of his predicament. Unfortunately, that fantasy was quickly expunged at the feel of cold leather along his back, snapping the green dragon back to reality. The weregarurumon was dragging the tail of the flogger along the jade green digimon's naked back, making Elliott shudder at the touch, his entire body devoid of clothes save for the jockstrap the wolf left covering his slit. Elliott's heart was racing, his breathing erratic as panic gripped him with the knowledge of what the wolf digimon was about to do. The flamedramon's ass still tingled with a sharp bite from the harsh spanking, his nose was still bleeding, and his cheeks were quickly getting sore from the straps on the gag.

"Hmm. You know what I love about new subbies?" the wereG asked rhetorically, still clothed in tight leather pants, harness, spiked collar, and wrist bracelets. "It's that they're unmarked; unscarred; their bodies pure and clean and virgin... which means I get to be the one to wreck them," he finished with sadistic glee. Elliott shivered on the cross, pulling and tugging at the taut restraints, but making no progress towards freeing himself, his arms and legs remaining spread out and straightened to their limit. "You wanted to be dominated. You told me. You said you wanted to be tied down and made helpless, abused and raped, and now you want to just walk away? Tk-tk-tk. No no, little subby. You are mine. You belong to me. And if I have to- No, if I get to destroy that beautiful back of yours to get you to see it, then the pleasure is all mine."

The wolf smiled menacingly as Elliott let a few more tears flow, his cheeks growing cold from the gagged sobs as he continued to try and free himself. The wolf removed the flogger from the digimon's back, causing Elliott's nerves to fire up as he braced for what came next. The wereG licked his lips, flashing his canines as the green dragon kept his eyes forward, too frightened to watch the dom work him over. After a short moment of allowing the flamedramon to stew in his fears, the wolf pulled the flogger back as far as he could and with every ounce of strength he could muster he twerked his torso and brought the flogger down against Elliott's scrawny back, the sound of leather slapping skin echoing loudly off the walls.

The flamedramon's back erupted in a painful sensation so intense, his whole body tensed up, straightening out as he was rendered silent from shock. A profusion of bright, red marks formed instantly upon contact, marking the green digimon. The wereG, satisfied with the young dragon's reaction, brought the flogger down hard for a second time, striking Elliott's back savagely and amplifying the number of stripes on his back. The second strike broke Elliott's silence and the young digimon let out a howling scream through his ball gag, small strings of spittle escaping his maw. The wolf brought the flogger down again with so much force the dragon felt the tail might crack bones. The pain rose quickly to unbearable levels and the flamedramon struggled violently in his constraints, the sound of cables rubbing against the end of the planks. The flogger was brought down again, connecting partly with Elliot's side, a vehement strike against his rib cage that made him cringe in agony.

The wolf struck him again, each swing applying the same immense force as the first few, causing a loud smack and inordinate pain. Elliott's tears fell more freely now, his muzzle leaking drool that he couldn't swallow, all the while continuing to fight his cuffs in an attempt to free his arms. Another strike from the maniacal dom and Elliott's back burned with immeasurable anguish, each welt scorching upon his skin. The wolf struck him again, always with as much force as he could muster and never losing that sadistic grin. The wereG hit him again, the dragon desperate to free himself if for nothing else than to try and block himself from another violent crack to his already tattered skin. But as his tortured back received another merciless strike, he found no luck in freeing himself and no reprieve from the subjugating onslaught.

The wolf struck again, never giving the green digimon rest, the impact so harsh that some of the strikes had actually broken the skin and small trickles of blood began seeping down Elliott's backside and his legs. The wolf hit him again, splattering blood along his back like a painter with a brush. He hit him again, ensuring the smaller, younger digimon's back was sufficiently red from both the welts and the blood. Elliott screamed as he sobbed, his back alight in a pyre of pain, never relenting in his struggle to free himself. After a moment of freedom from the torment of the wolf painting his back red, the agony that remained settled, constant sparks of exquisite pressure saturating every mark he received. His eyes were red as the tears wouldn't stop flowing, saliva continuing to spill out unrestrained from his muzzle. As the pain from his back settled, he noticed another sensation coming from the front and, like his back, his nose, and his butt, his cheeks turned a bright red as he blushed with shame. The torture of his back had brought about sensual feelings in the flamedramon and his cock was poking out from his slit against his jockstrap. A few more tears fell from embarrassment.

As Elliott tried to reconcile how having his back shredded could make him hard, the wolf relished the view, a cornucopia of thick welts and small streaks of blood stained his newest victim. A moment ago his back was clear, now it's scarred and marked. The wolf smiled with malicious glee as he pulled out his phone and took a picture of the flamedramon, making Elliott cringe in humiliation.

"Now that is a work of art. Heh, I always say you gotta take pride in your work. Even when your work is breaking in skinny little bitch subbies like you, you gotta be proud of what you accomplish. Looks like that back of yours is no longer virgin, little slut."

He chuckled as he stepped in front of Elliott who was still sobbing silently, eyes closed as he rested his head against the pad. The wereG held the end of the flogger handle under Elliott's chin, lifting it up and garnering a shudder of fear from the flamedramon. The dom pulled his chin up until the dragon was eye-to-eye with his captor, the wolf smiling with cruel dominance over the smaller digimon. "Well, are you ready to be a good boy? You going to start acting like the sub you were born to be?"

Elliott shook in terror, concerned for his safety and eager for the torment to end, but he was more concerned with where this relationship might go if he relents. So, he defiantly refused to either shake his head or nod and instead let out a light, muffled sob as he struggled once again with his bonds. The wolf, somewhat impressed, lowered the flogger and raised an eyebrow. "Hm, more willful than I thought. Well, that's disappointing," his tone carrying with it a sense of sarcasm. "Guess that just means you need further breaking." Elliott's eyes grew wide, his heart pounding with trepidation over what kind of agony the wereG might add to the searing pain in his back and the continued tingling in his ass.

The dom stepped beside his green sub, surveying his work on the digimon's bleeding hide. "However, I don't want to destroy my new toy so quickly." He lightly dragged the tassels down Elliott's back, erupting further pain in the dragon and causing him to shuffle on the cross. The wolf continued dragging the flogger along Elliott's naked skin until he noticed something. He cocked his head around for a better view of the flamey's crotch and spotted the impressive tent poking outward. The wolf grinned devilishly as a new plan for subjugating his new victim took form. "I see. Well, if pain won't work, maybe pleasure will."

The flamedramon hung confused at the wereG's declaration, shaking as he watched him walk back to the table and lay the flogger down. For a split second, his stomach fluttered intensely, but then the wolf sauntered back without picking anything else up. He stepped behind the digimon again, eyeing the blood stains contrasting his jade green colors. He took his time, ogling the smaller digimon's body, arms and legs outstretched, thin with defined musculature, thick tail hanging limp over a petite, round rump. The wolf licked his lips, Elliott's breathing heavy as he waited anxiously to discover what his next torment would be.

The wereG stepped up to Elliott and dragged a single hand up the inside of the dragon's thigh, claws gently gliding along the tender skin as they followed his palm upward. Elliott shook, terror mixing with humiliation as his body was getting fondled against his wishes and consent. The wolf ran his paw up in between the flamey's crack, lightly grazing the tight pucker underneath, the slight against his tender hole causing him to shiver with abashed lust. The larger dom grinned at the dragon's response, continuing to explore the valley of his gluts until he reached the thick tail base. He ran all five claws gently along the underside of the posterior appendage, generating tender shocks of pleasure in the confused flamedramon.

The wolf stepped right behind the young, green dragon, his fur almost touching Elliott's back and coating it in dragon digimon blood. Elliott continued to shiver in fear and pull at his restraints, unable to hold back the wolf who wrapped his arms around the flamey's torso and gently cupped his breasts. Elliott moaned in pleasure as the wolf gave a few harsh squeezes to the small, yet pronounced chest, his cock twitching within his confined undergarment. The wereG soon moved his paws down Elliott's torso slowly, tracing the hills and valleys of his stout but noticeable abs. Elliott's heart still beat furiously, but his nerves were starting to calm at the wolf's tender manhandling, his position converting to more of his fantastical desires.

As the wolf reached Elliott's waist, his paws stopped moving, the larger digimon leaning his maw next to the flamedramon's ears as he began growling softly. He looped his fingers under the waistband of the jockstrap and with one swift movement he tore them off the green dragon's hips effortlessly. Elliott's nerves shot up again as he howled in shame, his body completely naked now with his arousal becoming more evident as his cock emerged from its home, quickly growing to full mast. Another tear fell from the dragon's eye as his embarrassment grew, continuing to fight to free his arms and hide his precious member.

The wolf reached a paw under Elliott's chin and gently caressed the boy's exposed neck with his claws. "Now then, let's see what my new toy looks like." He flashed Elliott a wicked grin, cocking an eyebrow and stepping around, the flamedramon quaking with embarrassment. The wereG walked around to gaze at his submissive's tool, prepared to denigrate the digimon for what he expected would be a lackluster package. However, once he spotted the dragon's 12-inch long cock, he raised his brow and cocked his head back in pleasant bewilderment. "What?! What the hell, boy?!" Elliott looked back, the shame evident on his face from the crimson hue in his cheeks. "How in the hell does a twink like you hide a monster like that in that tiny little slit? My, my, I've really hit the jackpot this time."

The wolf licked his lips as he gawked at the impressive penis, intrigued by the unique design with the side ridges, deep bulge along the bottom, thick bulb midway down the shaft, small knot near the base, and green stripes encircling pink flesh. Elliott's breathing became erratic, watching helplessly as the wolf reached down to grab hold of the majestic length. But the wolf continued his tender treatment with a very soft grip along the underside of his sensitive pole. Elliott shuddered, throwing his head back as the sensation sent jolts of euphoric delight down his tortured back and backside. The wereG smiled back mischievously. "That feel good, slut?"

Elliott was tempted to nod, but decided not to give in to the wolf's attempts to subjugate him. He didn't need to answer, though, as his body acknowledged it for him with his urethra leaking pre and dribbling down into the wolf's paw. The wereG ran his palm upward towards the glans, eliciting sensational pleasure in the dragon as he did, scooping up the pre-ejaculate in his paw and gently coating the cockhead with it. Elliott shuddered again, his prick sensitive to the touch in the cold room. Noting the flamey's reaction, the wolf leaned down, held the rigid member steady, and lightly ran his tongue up along the glans right over the leaking hole. Elliott moaned loudly, flexing against his cuffs, the sexual torment giving the digimon a more agreeable outlook towards his current situation.

The dom collected a sample of the green dragon's pre in his maw, savoring the flavor of sweet with a hint of saltiness. Watching the smaller digimon react enthusiastically to his molestation, the wolf continued his manipulation by wrapping a paw around the knot of the dragon cock and slowly running it up the shaft, stopping short of the head, coating the length with a thin glaze of the flamey's pre-cum. Elliott shuddered, his shoulders tensing up as he moaned ecstatically through the gag. The wereG slid his paw back down to the base, then up again, building up a slow but steady rhythm pumping the flamedramon's rock hard phallus. Elliott's tears were drying up as the sensation of being jerked off by a stranger, the first person besides himself to ever hold his shaft in his hands, filled the young college digimon with sensual heat. The pain in his back and butt remained, but with the edifying gropes he was receiving from the man who scarred him, the pain began accentuating the gratifying stimulus in his groin.

"Mmm, yeah, you like that don't you?" the wolf asked, seductive grin with a flash of teeth.

Elliott's body was too entranced in sexual pleasure to deny his satisfaction from the wolf, moaning and nodded lightly as he muffled through his gag, "Yehk. Oh, gogh!"

The wolf chortled at the flamedramon's attempt to speak through the rubber ball holding his muzzle open and continued to paw him off. He enjoyed running his digits over the ridges, the bulbous underside, the mid-bulge, everything as he licked his lips with perverse thoughts regarding the dragon's malehood. He started brushing his palm and fingers over the glans with each stroke, the stimulation of Elliott's sensitive cockhead making him shudder and groan with lust. The wereG smiled sadistically as he focused his fondling on Elliott's glans, gently running his pre-moistened paw over the nerve-ridden flesh in slow, twisting motions. The treatment induced an eruption of sexual tingling in his cock which sent jolts of pleasurable discomfort through the dragon's body. The wolf continued his fondling and Elliott whined in response, shuffling and shifting around as he fought his restraints some more to free himself, the erotic gropes a form of sexual torture in of itself for the poor flamedramon.

Elliott's whines of discomfort grew louder, cries of passion to announce his combined feelings of perverse enjoyment and unbearable tension. The wolf grinned as he watched the green boy squirm, small dribbles of saliva falling from the wedged jaw. Despite his struggles, the green digimon couldn't deny to himself or his captor that he was enjoying the experience thoroughly and after failing to free a paw to alleviate the torment his head was receiving, the young flamey began thrusting into the wolf's paw. Seeing the dragon begin humping into his paw, the wereG reacted by moving his paw partway down the shaft, reaching about midway before going back and encircling the head, eliciting further jolts of sexual agitation.

"You're getting close," the wolf commented, his voice quiet and methodical. "I can tell." He slowed his pumping of Elliott's member, despite the flamedramon's attempts to fuck his paw himself. "Would you like to cum, little subby?"

Elliott, lost in the lascivious euphoria of being tied down and brought to climax, wanted nothing more than to release the tension building in his nuts. The wolf was correct, his orgasm was approaching fast, augmented by the pain in his back and his shameful appearance. Through short, quick breaths, he nodded. "Yehk."

The wolf smirked. "Yeah? You're ready to cum?" Elliott nodded ecstatically.

"Yehk. Pheeaa gehk mghe ohk! Pheeaa!" Elliott attempted to beg through gagged words, his tongue trapped and his lips parted, unable to form the proper pleas. The wolf knew what the green digimon wanted and decided to oblige, speeding his rhythm up again, keeping it slow but allowing the flamedramon's climax to build up again. Elliott struggled hard as the sexual tension he felt was palpable, moans and wails of pure sexual ecstasy in response to the physical bombardment on his sensitive glans. He shifted hard against the cross, pulling futilely against the cuffs, unable to stop himself from fighting as the wereG manhandled his junk.

The wolf watched, the green dragon's orgasm fast approaching, observing the signs the small digimon displayed. The flamedramon slowed his shift, tensing his shoulders, closing his eyes as he strained with his groans. Eventually his pelvic thrusts slowed and his hips became tense themselves and the wereG knew the subby digimon was ready to explode. Elliott felt it too, the sensuality of the situation was overloading his system and his crotch burned with salacious friction. His balls were ready to burst, like a damn overflowing with male digimon juices, his cock soon to act as a firehose expelling his built up sexual tension in streams of transparent, sticky, flamedramon man milk. The dragon was close and the weregarurumon knew it would only take a few more pumps and the green digimon would coat him with his essence. So, as the wolf shifted his paw down the shaft, preparing to pull it back up... he let go.

The burning tingle of peak, sexual satisfaction had crescendoed, but before it could tumble over the top into orgasmic bliss, the tingle dwindled, fading away and leaving the flamedramon unsatiated. Elliott's body relaxed and he opened his eyes to be greeted by a weregarurumon standing in front of him, smiling wickedly as he denied the green dragon his chance at release. Elliott felt like an idiot then, unable to recognize a cruel tease after a series of painful paddling and agonizing flogging. There was no way the wolf was gonna just give the dragon what he wanted and tears once again began to form in the digimon's eyes.

"Ngo. Ngo!" he yelled through the gag, shuffling around again, fighting his restraints, a feeling of dissatisfaction he'd never felt before. Throughout his life of watching porn and ogling other men for self-satisfaction, the flamedramon had never felt as eager for sexual release as he did at that moment. He continued struggling, but it was pointless and he hung limp against his restraints, tears flowing once again and soft sobs escaping his gaping muzzle. Soon after, Elliott felt a strong, large, canine paw grip his left cheek, cupping it with his claws digging into his skin. He then felt the canine's face pressing his nose up against his right cheek, breathing softly his warm breath against his tear-soaked face. Elliott flashed him a furrowed brow and an angry stare, his heart pace quickening again as fear began to overtake him.

"Aw, poor flamey. Did you not get to cum?" the wolf asked with concern, his tone riddled with sardonic intent. "Poor kid. I'm so sorry. What it must feel like to be brought so close to the edge just to be denied like that." Elliott could smell his breath and tried to turn away, but the wolf kept the young dragon's face right next to his. "Shall we try again? Maybe this time you'll get to feel release."

Elliott stared back in worry, the pseudo gratification he just endured, the denial enacted upon him just now, and the wereG's devilish grin as he moved his muzzle away cemented the flamedramon's concern that the wolf had no intention of letting him relieve his frustrations. So, he tried struggling again, but nothing he did would free him from the dom's clutches, allowing the wolf to freely grab ahold of Elliott's dick once again, this time with a much stronger grip. Elliott felt a twinge of pain from the pressure, grunting as he moved his paw from knot to head, keeping application of that strong grip. The wereG pumped him faster now, chuckling as he watched the smaller digimon try to pull away, crying as he was denied mercy.

Elliott's orgasm was already close and despite the wolf's harsher treatment of his pensive prick, the flamedramon felt his climax returning quickly. The fast strokes of the dom's paw ensured the dragon's peak would come rapidly and indeed it did. Elliott tried to distract himself from the sensual stimulation, focusing on the searing pain from the lashes on his back or the sting of red skin from his paddled ass, but all that did was emphasize the erotic situation reminiscent of his many personal fantasies. Instead of distracting him, his thoughts of pain mixed with pleasure soon exacerbated his euphoria and escalated the immense pleasure of his growing orgasm.

He shifted and struggled, trying hard not to give in, knowing that if he wriggled too much or gave the wolf hints as to his status towards climaxing, he'd stop before he got the chance. All he needed to do was hold out and hope he could ejaculate before the wereG could deny him. However, his body was incredibly reflexive, tensing and tightening, his muscles straining and his body contorting into obvious signs of upcoming release. Seeing this, the wolf kept a close eye, paw pumping hard and fast, cock engorged with blood and pulsating strongly.

Elliott tried to hold still, but the sensations were too powerful and as he felt his crescendo approaching, his groin alight with sexual potency, the larger digimon stopped stroking and dug his claws harshly into Elliott's swollen rod. Elliott screamed loudly through the gag, his whole body tightening in agony. The wereG grinned maliciously as the flamedramon once again struggled rigorously with his bonds, another feeble attempt to escape his captor's torment. The younger digimon tried to pull away, his sensitive organ in his clutches and being brutally mistreated, only for it to remain in his paw, canine claws creating depressions in the skin and threatening to pierce through the flesh.

"Aw, look at that," he said sympathetically while sounding as insincere as possible. "You didn't get to cum again. Tk-tk-tk." Elliott glared at the wolf, more tears escaping his blood-shot eyes as his cock continued to ache from the dom's merciless crushing grip. "Oh, does this hurt? Am I causing you pain? Would you like me to stop?" Elliott didn't respond, knowing it didn't matter how he responded, the wolf would do whatever he wanted. "Mm, let me ask you a question. If you don't like this, then why the hell are you still so fucking hard?"

The question caught Elliott off guard and he tried to dismiss it, but something was nagging at the back of his mind. He was in so much pain from the flogging, the spanking, and now penile clamping, so in his mind he shouldn't be so turned on. And yet he couldn't shake the idea that his erection was brought about by more than just intense shame and nervousness.

The wolf finally released his cock and Elliott breathed a sigh of relief, though he figured that wouldn't last long. The dom leaned forward, bringing him face to face with the flamedramon again. "You like it rough and I'll get you to admit it, one way or another." Elliott felt his heart racing as the wolf grabbed the base of his cock again, but this time with a grip so tight it felt as though he might actually crush the dragon's member. Elliott screamed and cried at the canine's rough embrace, then sobbed aloud as he began pumping it again, but with such force that each tug of the dragon's penis wound up slamming his belly against the cross. The dom was masturbating the young digimon not only with harsher force but greater velocity as well. He was pumping with such speed that Elliott's twice receded climax was quick to return and climbing higher every second.

A loud smacking sound could be heard every time Elliott's stomach collided with the padding. Elliott continued trying to struggle, but the harsh jerking made it almost impossible, so all he could do was limply get pawed off and sob. Despite the suffering his member was receiving, he was filled with unbridled sensual ardor, a fire blazing in his crotch that he was desperate to satiate. Once again, he found himself humping the wolf's paw, unable to stop himself in a frantic attempt to control his own release, but he knew the wolf had the only say in whether or not he found gratification and the sadistic digimon had no intention of granting him relief.

More tears fell and Elliott gave one more desperate plea. "Pheeaa! Pheeaa, hgek mge cungh!" The words were too muddied and nevertheless redundant as the wolf just smiled at the dragon's discomfort. Further violent jacking of his pole brought shudders of delight and more tension in the flamey's hips. The wereG pumped a little longer, waiting for the digimon to come as close as possible to overflowing. Once ready, he bent down, released Elliott's red and punished meat, and gave a harsh smack to the small bulge where Elliott's soft testicles resided. The flamedramon arched his back as best he could, a strenuous pain that sent Elliott into shocked silence as his body acclimated to the powerful sensation emanating from between he legs.

He climax was lost quickly, replaced with a pulsing agony from his crotch that left him feeling more vulnerable than before. The small digimon shook as he cried from the pain, knowing that if the wolf wanted he could use his trapped, tender nuts as punching bags. Fortunately, the wolf backed away, watching the flamedramon once again pull against his cuffs trying to free himself, no doubt to guard himself from another attack to his low-hanging fruit.

As Elliott hung helplessly in front of the dom, the wereG unbuckled his pants and let them fall, revealing a camouflage thong underneath that he also removed. He tossed his only real coverings to the side, leaving himself completely exposed, essentially as naked as the flamedramon, save for the wrist bracelets, collar, and harness. The wolf's cock quickly shot out of his sheath, extending out to more than ten inches, maybe as long as Elliott's. It was typical of a canine with a thin, pointed head, bulbous midsection, and the first signs of a forming knot. The wolf's whole body was a pinnacle of manliness to the flamedramon: tall, extremely muscular with practically no body fat, eight-pack abs, bulging chest, round biceps, thick forearms, enormous thighs, and chiseled calves. If not for the fact that the wereG was torturing him, both through pleasure and pain, he would find the wolf unfathomably hot. Even then-

The wolf took a hold of his own member around the forming knot and began stroking himself, pre-ejaculate leaking from the tip and mixing into the pumping paw, basting the length with his fluids. "Mm, yeah." He moaned and smirked, keeping eye contact with the despondent green dragon. The wolf brought his other paw to his inner thigh, gripping himself as he slowly pawed himself off. Elliott watched in pitiable bemusement as the wolf teased him over his ability to jerk off. "You miss this, don't you? Yeah, it feels good to be able to satisfy yourself, to be free to jerk off whenever you want." He breathed through clenched teeth as he thrust forward hard and erotically into his paw to emphasize the pleasure of his self-gratification. He continued to pump himself as he spoke, "But, that right no longer belongs to you." Elliott's face sulked dejectedly. "That right belongs to me, just like you and your very nut butter. And the only way a subby little toy like you is ever going to find satisfaction again... is to submit." Elliott stared back in disbelief, his mind racing to keep from acceding to the wereG's expectations.

The wolf stopped jerking and sauntered towards him again, Elliott awash with humiliation and anger, though his mind was distracted by the bulging build of his captor's inescapable sexiness. As the dom leaned into Elliott, he reached around his head with both paws, causing the dragon to shake in alarm at the large canine's unknown intentions. However, he felt relief to his face as the wereG unbuckled the strap on his gag, removing it, and leaving behind red stripes where the straps were digging into his cheeks. As the ball left Elliott's maw, the excess drool spilled out over his chin, now able to swallow properly. The wolf brought his muzzle to within a few inches of Elliott's maw, the flamedramon breathing heavily through his mouth. "Are you ready to submit now, slut?"

Elliott looked up at the wolf, his heart beating furiously, but the thought of giving himself to this sadistic demon terrified the small digimon. Instead of nodding, he glowered at the taller male as tears formed in his eyes before he screamed aloud, "You can't do this to me! You don't have the right!"

The green digimon tugged a few more times at his restraints while the wolf's head shot back, his sensitive ears pulling back at the resounding noise. He wanted to be angry at the dragon for yelling, but he was befuddled by his reluctance towards submission. "Well, well. You're more obstinate than I thought. Guess the only course of action left now is both pleasure and pain."

Elliott let out more quiet sobs as the merciless wolf walked back towards the table picking up the flogger again as well as a couple more items. Elliott sagged on the cross, sinking further into depression before the wereG returned to his side. The wolf stared at Elliott with a blas smile. "Scream for me." The flamedramon kept his eyes closed and his head low. In response, the wereG struck the dragon's back lightly with the flogger, but Elliott simply grit his teeth and scrunched his face at the mild instigation of pain on his battered back. After hearing nothing from his sub, the wolf once again used all the force he could muster to strike Elliott's back as hard as he could with the flogger.

"AAAAAAAAAH!" The flamey cried at the top of his lungs as his back, which had started to numb from pain, felt a reigniting of infernal agony.

As he screamed, he soon felt his muzzle being stuffed by a new gag, but with a thick silicone dildo at the end of a ball. The wolf quickly fastened a pair of straps that encircled his muzzle and another that wrapped around the side of his head. He fastened both pairs tightly, forcing Elliott to bite down hard on the gag. The flamedramon began to panic, unprepared to have something so large invade his maw, worse still that it was poking the back of his throat, making it difficult to breathe. Elliott's eyes grew wide in terror only to have them covered up by a blindfold the wereG also strapped to his head. Now blind, the young dragon wrestled with his restraints again, trying to cry out, but barely any noise could escape the thick toy in his mouth. After a moment, he felt the wolf dressing him in something else, a hood that covered his entire head with a zipper down the back. It was at least an inch thick and took some struggling to fit to the small digimon, his fear amplified exponentially as his ears were laid back against his scalp as they were sealed in a thick, deafening blackness.

His muzzle remained exposed, but his sense of sight and sound had been inhibited, leaving him blind and deaf and absolutely terrified. He shook in fear, still trying to break free while the wolf watched with amusement at the frightened dragon. He slowly walked over to a chest in the corner, grabbing a couple of items from inside. He very casually walked back, allowing the flamedramon to linger in darkness, the only sense of what he was doing being the sensation he got when the wereG affected his body. Elliott felt his heart ready to burst out of his chest, panic breathing through his nose while his teeth chewed at the silicone dick. Seconds turned to minutes of abyssal agony, the loss of his senses filling him with a new sense of dread. Without a way to see or hear the wolf, for all he knew the malicious canine had left him there to stay the whole night.

That changed as he felt a very tight clamp pinch down on his left nipple, which then stretched out before another clamp pinched down on his right. Elliott let out a muffled howl at the biting pain, his physical senses the only thing the wolf left him. As his nipples stung from the clamps, Elliott felt nothing more for a few minutes, waiting for the wolf to continue his torment in the hopes that the sooner he abused him, the sooner it would be over. Eventually, the flamedramon felt something cold and sticky being applied to his still rock hard cock, two instances on the top and two instances underneath. Whatever the wolf had planned, it made Elliott shiver in fear.

The wereG took a few steps back, observing the trapped digimon with his limbs outstretched, head trapped under thick leather, muzzle hanging out, nipples hard and pinched, with a few square pads taped to his monstrously disproportionate cock with wires peaking out from underneath. The wolf took a couple more photos, chuckling while the frightened dragon trembled on the cross. The wolf slowly approached him again, grabbing midway along the tail, hooking it and dragging his paw up towards Elliott's posterior until he reached his supple butt. He ran a clawed finger between the crack and up the right cheek, giving the round flesh a gentle squeeze and light slap that elicited a flinch and a muffled bark of pain. He dragged his paw upward along Elliott's side, wrapping his arms around the flamey's belly and holding him close, heightening Elliott's nerves.

The dragon was panting quickly as the wolf brought up a small device with his free paw that had only a single button and a knob on the side. The device was connected to two wires, which split into four total, each connected to the pads on Elliott's penis. With the nob turned all the way to "low," the wereG pushed the button and held it down. In the empty abyss of his senses, Elliott came alive with sexual stimulation as a small surge of an electrical current coursed through his dick, making him dance in his bonds. He moaned through the gag, his tortured member stressed from the wolf's previous edging reigniting his powerful growing orgasm. He shifted and gasped, his breath ragged and labored from being forced to inhale through his nose, the gag poking his throat. The electrical discharge caused a mild burning sensation in his cock, barely noticeable compared to the ethereal ecstasy the wolf once again manipulated out of him.

With how often he was edged already, it didn't take long for the flamedramon to reach his peak, humping the air again, trying to hold back so as to finally achieve relief, but the wereG showed no remorse. Once the dragon tensed up for amorous release, the wolf let go of the button, the electrical stimulation halting and leaving Elliott to cry within his hood at another excruciating denial. The wolf smiled, reaching down and grabbing Elliott's buttcheek again, giving it a tight squeeze and roughly massaging it. The dragon cringed, his ass still a little red from the beating it took earlier and still tender to the touch.

After a moment, the weregarurumon turned the knob to medium and pressed the button down again. This time, the resulting sensation carried a far more moderate intensity of pain for the young digimon, making him whine against the silicone phallus. His crotch burned with lascivious fervor, the ferocity having grown from four previous edging sessions. The sensation was becoming overwhelming to the poor flamedramon who writhed as he humped away, his cock burning with both sensuality and discomfort as he begged for it to end. "Pheeaa! Pheeaa, ngoo! Ngo mgohr!"

Elliott's words were muffled by the gag, the wolf reacting with amusement as the green dragon tried desperately to cum. "Oh, looks like my subby bitch has had enough. We'll see, but first..." The wolf released the switch, once again blocking Elliott from achieving climax only to wail and cry out for his torment to end. The wolf grinned sadistically, giving the smaller digimon only a couple minutes of rest before turning the knob on the switch as high as it could go. Licking his teeth maliciously, he pressed the switch, activating the pads with the full charge. Elliott howled as an explosive shock erupted in his member, his whole body tightening up as his sensitive package became wracked with a titillating agony.

He shook and thrusted around, his moves stunted by the seething electricity coursing through his crotch. The wolf let the voltage run its course only a short time before releasing the switch, the dragon quickly relaxing into fatigue, panting and groaning with discontent. As the young flamey caught his breath, the wolf reached a paw under his tail, a single clawed digit searching for his back entrance. Once he found it, he teased it a little, running circles along the sensitive skin to Elliott's chagrin. After a few seconds, the wereG found the split in the skin and shoved forward, inserting first one finger, then two, and then three inside Elliott's dank rectum. The flamedramon whined through the gag, though the sensation caused him to flex his strained cock, pre continuing to seep out as it pulsed with orgasmic zeal.

Elliott's shame continued to rise as the dom explored the tight sphincter, thrusting his fingers in and out, circling them around, and shoving each one knuckle deep. Elliott jumped as the wereG found his prostate, a reaction he regretted knowing the wolf would likely continue teasing him with. The wereG split the anal muscles apart to see how flexible the dragon was and chuckled at how easy it was to open him as wide as he could. With his free paw, he unzipped the hood and roughly removed it, Elliott's ears popping up with tight strain. "You really think you can deny your subby nature? I can feel it in your man-cunt, you're so loose you could easily fit two regular-size cocks up here." Elliott blushed beneath the blindfold as his cock jumped at being denigrated. "Just submit, slut. I own you now."

The wolf began massaging the dragon's prostate, a new form of torment for the abused flamedramon with his cock aching from constant stimulation. Now with the wolf salaciously tickling his anus while prodding his prostate, it wasn't even a challenge to bring him to climax. It barely took a minute and just like before, once Elliott was close, the dominant canine stopped, removing his fingers to allow the green digimon's orgasm to abate. Elliott's head hung low, the wolf pitiless in his barbaric repression, devilishly enjoying breaking the dragon's spirit.

After a few minutes, the wereG once again shoved his fingers inside Elliott's ass, finding his prostate and influencing his erotic state. Elliott gasped at how quickly he approached climax, struggling hard again, providing his captor all the sensual entertainment he could handle. The sexual stimulus was too much to bear, the dragon turning towards the wolf, blind as he was, begging through the gag for mercy. "PHEEAA, NGOO! PHEEAA!" The wolf caressed himself in response, watching Elliott's struggles, soon pulling his fingers out before the dragon could finish.

Elliott screamed again, loud muffles through an invasive dildo in a trapped maw. The canine leaned in next to the dragon's ear. "Are you finally ready to submit? All I need is a head nod." The wolf smiled, already feeling victorious, but to his surprise, the digimon didn't give in. Instead, he just hung his head and sobbed. The wolf was taken aback, dumbfounded that the dragon was still unwilling to relent. "I see. I guess that bashful demeanor belies your true nature of unwavering stubbornness. Fine, then. If that's how you want to play this, I'll comply."

With a huff, the canine turned and walked away from Elliott, the receding sound of his footfalls echoing in the flamedramon's sensitive ears. With his eyes still covered, his ears picked up more clearly the dom opening some chest and after a moment shutting it closed with a slam. The young dragon soon heard the wolf's footsteps back towards him ascending in volume, making his heart beat rapidly and his body quake in fear.

"If you don't want to give me what I want, I'll make sure you don't get what you so desperately want," he called out as he approached, his tone filled with annoyance but retaining his confidence. Elliott shuddered as he felt the wolf's presence behind him, his crotch pressed up against the base of his tail. After a few seconds, the green digimon felt something cold and metallic being fitted around his neck. He realized it was some kind of collar, but with his treatment so far he figured there was something sinister regarding this metal choker and his stomach fluttered apprehensively.

The dominant canine brought the accessory to the front of Elliott's neck and wrapped it around the back. It was a thin metal, black, but covered almost half of Elliott's neck. The inside was lined with small nodes that pressed lightly into the flamedramon's skin. The front had a small rectangular panel with a small light that was currently inactive. As the dom brought the two ends together, one side slid into the other, sliding along and latching together to trap the collar in place. Once the back end was touching without causing unnecessary strangulation, the wolf stopped, picked up his phone, and opened an app called "New Age Bridle." Under an intensively packed UI, the wereG picked out the collar and linked it his phone to the Bluetooth device in the collar. Once the two were linked, the wolf grinned wickedly, his teeth on full display.

"Are you a collar-wearin' kind o' boy?" the wolf's tone was soft which made the young dragon shudder nervously. "I always love the sight of collars. You can usually tell the doms from the subs by their collars. The one I got on is a dom collar, and that thing you've got on right now-" The wolf clicked a small button on his phone with the word "Lock" next to it and with that a snapping sound emanated from the back end of the accessory and the light on the front panel lit up green. "That is a sub collar... for bitchy, stubborn, slutty subs like you." Elliott let out a few more light sobs as he tensed up. "That particular collar is specially made to control digimon and gives me total control of your body, in particular your ability to get off." Elliott's heart skipped a beat after what the wereG said, his mind reeling as such a function seemed almost impossible, as if the canine was simply messing with him. "Here, let me show you."

His captor quickly removed the blindfold, allowing Elliott the chance to see again, but blinded by the sudden exposure of light, quickly shutting his eyes, squinting carefully until he readjusted. The wolf then unbuckled the straps holding the gag on before removing it, pulling out the silicone dildo from inside his maw, glistening with saliva. As the dildo gag was extracted, Elliott coughed and hacked, unconcerned with the excess drool spilling over his lips as he felt unhindered in his breathing. He took in a deep breath through his muzzle, trying hard to catch his breath as he continued to shake with terror, his heart palpitating in his chest. The wolf removed the nipple clamps, a wave of relief as the harsh pinch was soothed over by the cool air. He then undid the cuffs on Elliott's ankles, his legs relaxing from the continuous stretching he endured for so long. Next, he undid the cuffs on Elliott's wrists, letting gravity work its magic as the flamedramon fell from the cross, collapsing on the floor, moaning in pain and crying softly. His arms pulsated with tremendous irritation, his body wracked with discomfort, his eyes wet from crying, his mouth sore from being forced open, red marks on his face from straps being secured too tightly. And now his neck, adorned with a metal necklace that would likely remain until the wolf decided to remove it. And as for the explanation of its properties...

The wolf grabbed Elliott by his arm and hoisted him up, reaching around his neck with his other arm and holding him against his chest. He pulled the young flamedramon off his feet, holding him up by his neck and keeping him pinned against his torso, his petrified boner poking at the young dragon backside. The act revitalized the painful welts on his back, the bloodied skin pressing into the wereG and sticking to his blue and white fur. Elliott cried out and brought his paws up to the wolf's forearm, trying to pull away, his back screaming for relief from the burning sensation, but the dom was rock solid in his grip. "Please, let me go! I don't want this! Just let me g- agh-"

The flamey's protests were interrupted as the wolf brought his free paw up and jammed his finger's into Elliott's open mouth, gagging him. Elliott tried to move, but the canine digits were unextraditable, exploring his inner maw, coating his furry fingers in the flamey's gratuitous saliva, rubbing along the roof of his mouth, his teeth, and his tongue. More tears fell as the dragon felt awash with insurmountable shame at the wereG's ministrations, the feel of the digimon's invasive claws stuffing his maw like a hand puppet made his stomach turn and, unfortunately, his cock flex with excitement.

"Heh, even now, your cock is eager for the action I'm giving you and you're still not gonna admit you're just a subby bitch who wants to be dominated. Pathetic." Having coated his furred digits in flamedramon spit, he removed his paw from Elliott's mouth, the dragon coughing and spitting before resuming his sobs of humiliation. The dragon brought his saliva-coated fingers to Elliott's cock, the sensation of physical contact to the oft teased member causing Elliott to react spontaneously with terror and struggling with the dom's grip.

"No, no, no!" he cried shakily as he held back more sobs. Unfazed by the flamedramon's weak opposition, the wolf grinned with devilish glee as he glided his slickened paw down the sensitive rod. "Aaaaah!" he yelled as a wave of sexual jolts of pleasure drowned his cock, his hips thrusting into his rapists paw, pleasing the wereG immensely. The canine began pumping the spit-glistening malehood rapidly, from base to glans and back to base, exciting every nerve in the helpless dragon's battered penis. Elliott struggled as best he could to free himself from the wolf's grasp, having experienced too many times to count the sadistic denial he's been subjecting him to. Now, the suggestion that he could actually prohibit Elliott from ejaculating added a new level of terror to the fearful sub.

However, the flamedramon felt his peak rising quickly, faster than he had previously, and the wolf just kept jerking him off. He didn't slow down, keeping his arm around Elliott's neck, holding him tight to keep him from escaping and hindering his breathing capacity. The dragon pressed his feet against the wolf's legs, trying to push himself off, but it did no good and as his electric orgasm reached ethereal heights, he clambered to keep his composure, but failed in that respect. His legs fell, letting him hang off the canine's neck hold, hips gyrating to the rapid guidance of the wolf's paw. As his crotch burned with sensual lust, his chest and legs tightened up, the muscles in his groin tingling with impending primeval resolution.

The dragon was close, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his balls ached for release, a height of physical sensations he'd never experienced before. His whole body went rigid, expecting any moment for his urethra to flow with his juices, a rich mixture of sperm and seminal fluid that would explode and coat the dungeon with his scent. The wolf jerked and Elliott shook with sexual tension, the intensity of his orgasmic edge growing more potent and more excruciating with every second. Elliott started to whine, cringing with extreme frustration and distress as it seemed the wolf wasn't lying or exaggerating. A moment longer of indescribable sexual ardency and the flamedramon's mind filled with unmitigated terror once again.

"No," he softly mumbled, the wolf still masturbating him with maximum ferocity, shit-eating grin at the dragon's discomfort. "No!" The young digimon struggled, the tension in his crotch from the merciless jacking growing more palpable. "Aaaaaah! Stop!" he screamed as he struggled harder, flailing about, kicking his legs around, trying desperately to escape the wereG's sexual torture.

"Stop? *ung* Why would I stop? You need this. You need to be taught your place." Unperturbed by the exhaustive resistance, the wolf continued his assault on Elliott's basic bodily need to cum, keeping him at a point beyond his peak, assailing the green dragon with incomparable sexual stimulation. Finding satisfaction from having heard his victim's cries of discomfort, he licked the young man's cheek as he retained the erotic torment.

Elliott screamed again, continuing his struggles, his cock burning for release, pulsing with eagerness, overly sensitive to the canine's touch. "Pleeeeaaaaase, stop!" Even now, knowing he can't empty his sack, his body won't stop reacting, his hips continuing to thrust forward in an embarrassing display of instinctual reaction.

"No, you deserve this, slut. You don't want to admit you belong to me like a good little subby, then I'll have my fun." The wolf didn't stop, pumping away, harshly manipulating every ounce of pleasurable suffering from the sub. Elliott's body became weak, he was unable to speak or keep a good grip, more tears soaking his cheeks as his torment proceeded unhindered. Several minutes seemed to go by, the flamedramon's crotch aching from a lack of orgasmic mitigation, his cock bruised from constant constricting abuse.

Finally, without warning, the wolf released the dragon, gravity catching the tortured digimon forcing him to collapse on the floor. Elliott curled up, shaking wildly, both hands quickly gripping his cock in an attempt to protect it from further abuse. He was whimpering loudly, his cock pulsing with blood, eyes closed, tail curling inward, while the wereG stood over him, grinning wickedly. He stepped over his body, straddling him and bending over until his muzzle was mere inches away from Elliott's muzzle. "I own you now. Your whole body, your muzzle, your tail, your ass, your cock. Hell, I own your ability to cum. Hehe. Seeing you like this, a pathetic, whimpering little green mess, it makes me hard, gives me satisfaction. If you want that collar off, then you better start accepting your position as my sub, 'cause if you don't you'll be wearing that collar indefinitely." Elliott let out a soft yelp.

The wolf stood up and walked away, grabbing his phone and walking back. "And one more thing, just so you have an idea of how fucked you are right now." He opened the app to the collar and focused on a little red button. Flashing another wicked smile, he pressed the button and soon Elliott's heart rate skyrocketed. His entire body felt a strong electrical surge coursing directly from his neck as he was shocked by the collar. Wracked with pain, he let out a howling scream as his body tensed up, both hands going to collar in a hopeless attempt to remove it. With the strong current coursing through his body, his cock reacted regrettably in a gratified manner, flexing to once again try to ejaculate. Elliott brought one paw down to his crotch, eyes pouring tears of humiliation as he revealed against his will the effect being subjected to electrical shock was having on him.

The wolf shocked him for several seconds before ending his torment. Elliott continued shaking after the shock ended, peak orgasm remaining for several seconds before descending, breathing heavily through moans of distress. "Seems like you enjoyed the shock function, didn't you bitch?"

The dragon glared at the wereG in a pathetic manner, moaning sensually. "No! I don't!"

"Bullshit! If that's so, why is your cock trying so hard to get off?"

Even now, body a road map of agony, his cock was still flexing, eager for sexual release. Elliott couldn't hide it from the wolf and so just shut his eyes and slumped on the floor in a defeated pose. The dragon heard a couple of clicks from the wolf's phone as he took a few pictures of the flamedramon, reacting by further trying to hide his rock-hard dick and curling up further into a ball. The wereG found his reaction adorable and exciting to see just how abashed he could make the young digimon.

Having finished his humiliation, he stepped over the debased reptile as he went through the menu on his phone before holding it up to his ear. "Hey, Chuck. Come on down to the basement. Bring the first aid kit. My new bitch toy needs some treatment." Elliott looked up, eyes glossy from endless crying, his stomach turning at the demoralizing names the wolf kept calling him. "Yeah, he's bleedin'." A pause. "What? He didn't want to submit like a good little pet, so I punished him." Another pause. "No, not yet." Another pause. "Yeah, whatever man. Look, you heard him. He knew what he wanted, he just... needs a few more lessons before he admits it." He flashed a grin at Elliott who remained with his hands guarding his still pulsating cock. "Alright. Good."

With that, the wolf hung up and went to unlock the door, undoing the two sliding locks, the deadbolt, and the handle. The wolf stood by the door as he waited as if guarding the exit, lips pulled back in a smile, arms crossed and dick still standing stiff, knot formed and pre seeping out. After a couple minutes, the door opened and the bear appeared in the door frame with a first aid kit in paw. He nodded to the wereG before he spotted the dragon on the floor: naked, back bleeding, nose red, cheeks wet, and sporting an unwavering pronounced boner.

"Damn, bro! He bite down on your dick or something?" The bear looked genuinely shocked, although a short smirk in the corner of his muzzle indicated he wasn't entirely unamused by the poor flamey's condition. The flamedramon blushed a deep crimson as his nude and battered appearance, amplified by his erection that won't dissipate, was on full display to yet another complete stranger. Elliott looked away as Chuck's minor grin grew to an enticed smile. "Oh, shit! You got out the bridle. He must've really pissed you off, huh?"

"Like I told you; he didn't want to submit, so I'm gonna make it clear that I own his ass, as well as every other part of him."

"Yeah, yeah. Just don't make too much trouble. This place has a reputation to uphold." The bear shut the door and walked over to Elliott who flinched as the ursine stepped behind him.

"Reputation? This place is BDSM club. Your entire patronage is made up of degenerate perverts... like me."

"Yeah, but it's not a snuff club and I'd like to keep it that way." The wolf scoffed and went back to watching in silence as the bear knelt down behind Elliott. The dragon was breathing heavily, his heart racing as he glanced at the wolf standing next to his only exit. He felt a strong drive to escape, but the menagerie of aches and pains all over his body tested that drive, instilling in him a fear of retribution from the canine he wasn't ready to risk. His jaw was shaking and with the large digimon blocking his way out, he saw his only chance being if the large ursine were sympathetic to his ordeal.

Elliott looked back at the bear as he opened the kit, his eyes watery and expressively begging on their own. "Please, help me get out of here," he said in a hushed tone, concerned of the wereG's response.

"Help you?" the bear responded, not bothering to conceal the conversation. Elliott's nerves fired up as he looked back at the wereG, terrified he might want to retaliate, but the canine just smirked back. "You wanna leave? Heh, nice try kid, but I heard you at the bar earlier. I'm not buyin' it. You don't wanna sub for a dom, you shouldn't spill your guts for anyone within earshot to hear." The dragon's heart sank as his only true means of ending this debacle was a pipedream, leaving him to wallow in despair. As he held his head low, a few more tears escaping his eyes, the bear tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Hey, roll over onto your stomach." Elliott looked back confused. "Roll over. I need to treat your lashes so they don't scar as much."

Elliott showed no responsiveness in his expression, but did as requested and rolled onto his front, pinning his still engorged dick below him, an insatiable lust that won't subside. Chuck raised a brow at the damage the wereG caused to the young dragon's back, but shrugged it off as a part of life in a dom/sub relationship. He had pulled out a small jar and applied a conservative amount of a thick, brown ointment, a healing salve to his fingers. "All right, brace yourself kid. This is gonna burn."

Elliott's breathing and heart rate picked up again, but he was only given a couple seconds to prepare himself before a deep, scolding burn ignited in his back. He let out a loud sobbing whine and shuffled around as the ursine applied his own form of torture. "Sit still, boy. Unless you wanna look like a topographical map." Elliott continued to cry, his back burning, though a soothing sensation soon followed, but it did little to alleviate the previously enacted thrashing.

The wereG moaned aloud at the flamedramon, watching his new sub on his belly with the bear rubbing his back. He enjoyed watching him whimper helplessly, the small dragon's red marks contrasting with his green skin giving him a unique appearance. The canine found it all enticing, bringing one paw to his crotch and the other directly to his penis, stroking his stiff dong slowly. He licked his lips as Chuck worked his treatment, Elliott shuddering and squinting each time the ursine applied the medicine to a new mark, the digimon's abused state providing ample titillation to the wereG.

"Hey cunt!" he called to the dragon and for some reason Elliott looked up. "That pain in your back. You've got more to look forward to." The flamedramon's lips quivered. "This, right here, jerkin' myself off, knowing I could cum right on your face, you aint gonna be gettin' any of that." Elliott tried to look back defiantly, but he was so despondent he just looked pathetic. "And that's how it's gonna be until you start acting like what you are." The wolf continued masturbating while Elliott hung his head in shame, the bear chuckling and shaking his head as he finished his task of treating the young man's injuries.

Before long, Chuck was done and despite the circumstances Elliott's back indeed felt a bit better now. The bear had noticed the red stain on Elliott's nose and cupped his chin to get a better look. "How's the nose, kid?"

"His nose is fine," the wolf interjected before the dragon could answer, making Elliott's heart sink. "Just a smack of obedience." The bear gazed back at the flamedramon who stared up with pleading eyes.

"Yeah, all right." Elliott sulked again as his anguish was ignored. The bear packed up the kit and walked back towards the door, the wereG still holding his cock, but no longer jacking off. "Hey, man, he's young. Go easy on 'im."

The wolf raised an eyebrow. "It's me," he responded without concession. Even the bear knew it was fruitless, but felt inclined to say something. With his duty over, he left the dungeon, leaving the young, tortured flamedramon alone with the large, domineering weregarurumon. As Elliott lay on the floor like a mauled prey awaiting to be consumed, his predator continued to leer at him, digits gently massaging the base of his meat. The wolf let out a soft growl, sending waves of nervous energy down his spine. After a moment of simply staring at the puddle of green anguish, his silence and statuesque presence taunting the poor, jaded male, the wolf finally glided over to Elliott. The flamedramon watched the canine step lightly over to him, the door beyond now ajar and easily accessible. However, in his current state, even running wasn't feasible as his treatment left him exhausted, pained, and worst of all in a state of sexual arousal that he wouldn't dare expose himself to anyone else willingly.

The wereG stopped next to Elliott, the boy's breathing heavy and panicked, before he reached down and grabbed the young digimon by the collar and hoisted him to his feet. Within a few seconds, Elliott was face to face again with the wolf, forced onto his toes, his back alight with more pain, despite the ointment applied to his wounds. Elliott brought his paws up to the canine's to brace himself as his captor maintained complete control. The canine lips contorted into a slimy grin, his hot breath washing over the flamedramon's face, his nose assaulted by the stink of alcohol.

The wolf let out another growl, louder and more nerve-wracking, as he grabbed Elliott's ass and pulled his naked, erect form up against his own. Elliott squeaked and cried out, partly from embarrassment, partly from the pain in his backside. The canine brought his sinister nose to within mere inches of the dragon's. "I've had enough for today. We'll continue you this next week. I expect to see you here next weekend, 7 o'clock Saturday evening." Elliott shuddered with apprehension. "You'll come to your senses eventually. Soon, you'll be begging for me to take this sweet ass." The wolf gave Elliott's butt a tight squeeze before giving it a harsh smack that resonated off the walls, causing the flamedramon to whimper.

With the date set, the wolf's demeanor changed to one of abrasive stringency, losing his smile to be replaced with a scowl. He squeezed Elliott's ass tighter and pulled his face forward until the wolf's muzzle was pressed against the flamedramon's cheek. Elliott closed his eyes in fear. "And boy, you better show up. If you're late or don't show up, if I don't see you here a seven, Saturday evening, I'll show you just how bad it can be for you to piss me off."

Elliott shook trepidatiously before the wolf backed off, breaking his brusque manner and ogling his new toy. The wolf relaxed his grip a moment, allowing Elliott to stand flat on the ground, but that changed as the canine went to retrieve Elliott's torn garments, hauling him along the way. The flamedramon grunted as he was dragged around, the wolf's hold unbending and powerful. He picked up Elliott's shirt, jockstrap, shoes, and pants which unfortunately had also been ripped, much to the dragon's dismay. With apparel in paw, the wolf led Elliott out of the dungeon, through the open door and up the stairs. Elliott's heartbeat quickened as he was led, naked with a still pulsing erection, into the main area of the club where a myriad of eyes could gaze and gawk at his petrified boner, skinny physique, and battered back.

The wolf opened the upstairs door quickly and walked into the open, dragging the increasingly unwilling flamedramon with him. All eyes turned to the pair and everyone's complete attention turned to the humiliated dragon digimon under the yoke of the larger wolf.

"Oh my God! Nice package ya got there!" yelled one patron.

"Nice welts, kid! Hope you deserved 'em!" yelled another.

A mixture of expressions from the audience ranged from sadistically excited to shocked and entertained to sympathetic to even horrified. For Elliott, though, the only expression he could muster was terrified shame along with changing the hue of his cheeks to red. With the canine dragging him through the club for all to see, he tried desperately to hide his throbbing and bobbing malehood, but the speed with which he moved forced Elliott to widen his gait and show off his package openly. He cringed despairingly, put on display for all, his back fresh with the marks of a submissive and his crotch evident of the excitement betraying his more open distaste.

The wolf dragged him to the front where he opened the entrance door and threw the young dragon outside on the pavement, throwing the torn rags of his former clothing at him. Elliott, feeling the cold air caress his form, widened his eyes at the new predicament the wolf was putting him in. "Wait, you can't really expect me to walk home like this," he decried, mortified by the idea.

The wolf didn't even smile, simply nodding and answering, "Yep. Remember, 7 o'clock next Saturday. Don't be late." With that, the canine digimon unceremoniously closed the door to the club, leaving the young flamedramon alone in the open world.

Elliott whimpered and let out a few more soft sobs as he lay on the concrete of the parking lot, his body aching from the painful treatment and consistent denial of sexual gratification. Even now, despite being on the receiving end of various forms of physical abuse and public humiliation, he couldn't abate his persistent sexual excitement. The wolf had drawn it out, over and over, leaving him starved for release. His arousal seemed dedicated to remain until he found a way to pacify it, but with the new collar clamped on his neck, he would find no pacification.

Having no choice but to accept his current predicament, Elliott stood up slowly, his back tensing as the marks shot fiery jolts of pain. He cringed at the sensation, letting himself acclimate a bit before surveying his clothing. Each article, excepting his shoes, were torn beyond use with no way in which the green dragon could possible wear them. The entire time, he wanted away from the wolf as fast as possible, but given his current situation, he saw no joy in returning home like this. He'd have to travel the entire distance covering himself with tattered rags, unable to conceal every evidence of the night's embarrassing activities. And when he did get home, if Rob saw him like this, there'd be no way to explain it away with a lie.

Naked, bleeding, sore, and horny, Elliott let a few more tears drop as he made the long trek home, hobbling awkwardly as he tried to cover his hungry dong.