EARNING MEMBERSHIP
"Just relax dragon, let it all go"
So cooed the pigeon in the slick yellow rainsuit and black wellies, black rubber hood hiding his face, leather-gloved hand patting Sedric's crotch. The dragon was in a vulnerable situation, wearing a waist-length yellow rainjacket of his own, green rubber boots and blue denim jeans, the last at the house's insistence. He didn't necessarily mind combining jeans with his raingear, but in this situation raintrousers, he'd been told, would have been specifically unsuited to the task
The nature of the task had been kept quiet from the dragon until he arrived at the bar. All he'd been given in advance was the instructions about his outfit and the promise that "a good time" was going to be had, a promise he'd taken on trust. No sooner had he arrived at the specified venue, walking cautiously into the darkened room at the back, than he'd been grabbed and handcuffed, the chain slung over a pipe crossing the ceiling. Thus the dragon was left on his toes and spotlit, arms over his head with the blinking red light of a camera as his onlooker whilst his task was explained to him in full
The members of the club knew Sedric didn't drink alcohol, so instead he was going to be provided with his share of cola. All the cola he could manage, and in fact much more than his bladder could manage whether he wanted it or not. That was where he found himself now, protesting meekly and trying to resist the club's wishes to see him piss his jeans on screen whilst the pigeon in charge fed him another can of coke and gently urged him on. The dragon's involuntarily hard dick was helping keep some measure of his dignity intact for the time being, but his bladder was aching terribly. Stiff or not, he didn't think he could fight it much longer
"This isn't funny," the dragon pleaded, "c'mon let me go"
"Just as soon as you have a nice accident for us," the pigeon leered, patting dragon nuts roughly and watching their owner struggle and jerk to keep dry despite the spike of pain suddenly shooting through him
"You said this was a good time!" Sedric howled. "You never said you were going to film me!"
"I never said we weren't going to film it either," the pigeon replied slyly, "especially when the other club members can't be present tonight. Besides, they won't be the other people who want to see a raindragon like you make a soggy mess of his pants. We need to make sure this gets a generous online audience"
The dragon yowled louder still. "No! Please just make me suck your cock or flog me or something! I don't even mind if you piss on me, I just don't wanna piss my own pants on camera!"
"Oh I'll do all of that," the bird replied with a chuckle, "but if we only did what you wanted to do then where would the fun be for us? It's much nicer watching you squirm, and knowing that soon everyone will have gotten to watch you doing this." His gloved hand rubbed the dragon's sensitive bulge in Sedric's jeans as he spoke. "You said you wanted to please us, be our 'rain bitch' in fact. Give us some rain, raindragon." He cracked open another can of coke and brought it to the meek dragon's snout, Sedric having no choice but to drink what he was offered. The pigeon's free hand cupped and squeezed his balls through the material. Just a matter of time
The pigeon finished draining the can into the dragon's mouth, tossing it aside and patting his captive's belly, just the right place to further distress his bladder. He cooed again, patting further and adding another quick slap to the dragon's loins as he watched Sedric sucking air in desperately. "You're ready to go," he soothed, "why don't you just stop fighting it? Wouldn't you feel much better?"
"C'mon..." Sedric whimpered, almost with tears in his eyes, "please don't make me wet my pants"
"Just because you don't want to doesn't mean it's not right that you should." The pigeon underlined his words by stroking his finger up the sensitive erection. "Go on dragon, just think about how nice you'll feel when you're done pissing through that stiff dick, and how hot and horny you'll be making all your viewers"
Sedric couldn't keep up his fight any more. His cheeks burned and glowed in shame as he lost it, feeling the warmth of the slow release as his overloaded bladder forced its contents through his hard cock to begin soiling his jeans. He could feel the wetness, and looking down he could see how the dark stain spread down his legs towards his boots as he just trembled and gave a muffled whimper
"Oh good dragon," the pigeon said delightedly, "see how much better you feel? And everyone will know you're a pants-pisser as well, so no need to pretend any different from the undignified raincoat bitch you really are. Best of all," he unzipped the dragon's now-sodden jeans as Sedric finished, pulling his wet but hard cock free for the camera, "they can see this perky little pecker and know how much you liked it"
Woozily the dragon felt his cuffs unlocked, struggling to stay upright as the pigeon guided him down to his knees. "Now you can have your reward," he teased as he pulled his own much larger cock free, presenting it to Sedric's snout. "You can rub your cock while you're satisfying mine, I expect you to shoot one load on each boot and then lick it up, then we'll know what a true raingear slut you are"
"I can't believe you wrote a book on Rachmaninoff," the dragon thought to himself, the pigeon's hot piss filling his mouth as he began wanking, ready to stain the pigeon's inviting black rubber boots for the camera