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Bound to be Broken for Dexter by Draconicon

Dexter panted for breath, his entire body shaking as his toes and soles spasmed from the thunder crystals. The otter's entire focus was on the torturous pleasure that they were somehow providing, his attention divided between trying to deal with the pain and trying to ignore the pleasure.

The thunder crystals were an insidious thing, compared to the wax that had dribbled on his feet before. The wax had been little more than pain, though a new sort, and strangely...well, he didn't want to think about what it had been, other than that he was glad it was over. The thunder crystals, on the other hand, didn't do the same thing. They didn't hurt precisely, but more stimulated, forcefully, and sometimes to the point of making him sore. But worse, it was starting to feel good.

Having been forced into a new position, with his arms above his head, and his feet dragged towards the middle of the room, he couldn't avoid looking at his toes as they twitched of of their own volition, forced to move by the zaps from the crystals. Worse, however, was the constant twitching of his cock, held inside the rod that the dragon overlord had placed him in. Nothing changed, save for his level of need, which continued to climb without cease.

It had to have been over two months by now since he had enjoyed a climax. Just the thought of the time passed in the dungeon left him whimpering. Biting his lip to stop it, the otter shook his head.

"I won't...I won't break. I can make it."

He kept telling himself that. More than anything else, it had become a mantra. I won't break. I can make it. The otter repeated it again and again, closing his eyes and staying as still as the crystals and his own need would allow him to be.

The otter had managed to stay still for about five minutes - by his best count - when the door opened. This time, he didn't bother turning. The smell coming in was all he needed to know who it was.

"My my, still so stoic? I would have thought you were smart enough to know what is in your best interests by now."

Dexter growled as much as he could, but it was a weak sound compared to his first day. He could barely muster the energy to do it, and it sounded more like a whimper to his own ears than anything else.

"I'm sorry, did you say something, slave? I could almost swear that was a kitten I heard, not an otter."

"What do you want?"

"Oh, the same thing I always have. There's nothing wrong with submission, you know. Everyone's doing it these days; even a few of my own kind have been experimenting with it."

He whipped his head around, his eyes going wide.

"You're joking."

"Of course. But it got you to look up, so it must have been a good one."

I don't know what's going through his head. Why does he treat this so lightly? Dexter thought as he watched the dragon carry something into the room. He's never angry, never raging. I'm completely disobeying him. He should be pissed off, so why the hell is he being so nice?

The dragon placed a box down beside the otter's legs before sitting on it. One of The Black's feet dangled in front of the otter, and Dexter groaned as he tried to turn his head away from it.

"Ah ah. If you turn away now, you won't get your food later."

I'm going to get it later anyway, you prick. There'd been no way for him to eat, other than to slurp it off of the dragon's foot ever since he'd given in the first time. The few times he'd resisted, the dragon had left rather than punish him, leaving him in the dark with just the thunder crystals for company. He'd caved in quickly after that.

A sniff brought the scent of the dragon's musk to his nose, and his cock reacted instantly, squirting a jet of pre that would have been equal to a cumshot two months ago. Dexter whimpered, unable to stop himself from wanting it, but he refused to say anything, forcing his actions to be nothing but sniffing.

With his belly shortly thereafter covered in pre, the otter was almost distraught when the dragon pulled his feet away. He started to push his head forward before he stopped himself, but to his relief, he managed to recover.

"As much as you hate submitting, slave, you will before much longer. It is inevitable. Once you've tasted its pleasures, you can't go back."

"I'm not seeing any pleasures just yet."

"Oh really?"

The dragon smiled, reaching for the crystals. The otter sighed in relief as the electrifying sensation of the tingles were removed for the first time in weeks, glad for the simple relief of not having the hard shocks on his soles. Still, it seemed strange for the dragon to remove them.

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Dexter noticed an itch in his feet. He squirmed, rubbing his toes against the sole of his other foot, but the itch remained. It seemed to burn among the sore muscles of his feet, far worse than the strange tingles he'd received from the crystals. He tried to curl his toes, and to his shock, they refused to move.

"What did you do to me?! What's wrong with my feet?!"

"I did nothing. But the crystals, ah, they have done much. All that electricity pumping through your soles, for weeks on end. Did you think it would do nothing but hurt?"

He could barely move his ankles, he realized. His feet, his toes; nothing with them was able to move. And they itched, they hurt, so much.

The dragon shifted one of the crystals closer. The first shock relieved the itching burn, and immediately made him moan. The pain, the tickle; it was far better, and even felt good compared to that helplessness. Even as his toes and soles jerked without his control, seeing them move was better than that unnatural stillness.

Then it was taken away again. Dexter almost cried, shaking his head.

"Please..."

"Please what, slave?"

"Let me have them back. Keep...keep shocking me."

"You have to earn that, slave. What will you offer to get the shocks back?"

Damn you, damn you to Hell Fire! The otter whimpered; he wanted to be strong, but there was no way he could take the other tortures without some help. He looked around, trying to get some idea, before he settled on the dragon's feet again.

"I'll...I'll lick them for an hour."

"Oh, are we finally seeing where your tongue belongs? Not with words, but at the feet of your overlords?"

You know I don't think that, you bastard. Nevertheless, Dexter nodded. Anything to get what he needed.

"Fair enough, slave. But I will make sure you keep up your duty for the full hour, and no less."

The dragon's box was soon explained. As the dragon unfolded it, it turned out to be a footrest, one with an opening in the bottom, and a set of handcuffs on the top. The Black pulled Dexter over it, pulling his hands down over the top and securing them on the other side, so that he couldn't pull back. A neck restraint held him by the throat, so he couldn't pull his head back either.

When the dragon pressed the crystals closer to his feet again, the otter forgave all the restraints, just for the relief of having the itch and the pain gone. The shocks hurt, the soreness returned, but it was better. It was good.

Of course, as The Black settled down with his feet up, the otter was hit with the dragon's musk harder than ever. He panted, unable to help sniffing deeper, his earlier need for it multiplied tenfold now that there was no escape from it. His head was bound too tightly for him to turn away, and his nose was pressed right against those scaly soles.

Each breath was filled with the sweaty, musky scent of scales and feet, and the otter was bound too tightly to get away. Breathe in, and his mind was swallowed up by the painfully strong scent. Breathe out, and the remnants of that musk was blown all over his face, making the next breath all the stronger.

It made his cock throb so hard, and he felt like he was sitting in a growing puddle of his juices, running all the way from under his ass towards the front of his thighs. It had him completely soaked, and he knew he'd stink of his own scent for the rest of the night, if not the week.

He was pressing his nose against the dragon's toes when he suddenly felt a new shock. He jerked, making his wrists and neck ache, as he felt his balls and cock get zapped the same way that his feet were.

"Oh, didn't I tell you? Probably not, but a slave wouldn't really care if he is tending to his master. There is another thunder crystal in the box, and with your shaft so strategically placed...well, I'm sure you can fill in the blanks."

It was utter torture. Dexter could barely focus, his eyes trying to roll back in his head as the electricity zapped up and down his shaft. The rod of chastity was still keeping him from climaxing, but it hurt so much. He was so close, so very close, and the electricity kept feeling like it was going to take him over the edge. The denial, that crushing of his hope with every zap, hurt more than the physical pain did.

His hips jerked repeatedly, even as the dragon scooted closer to him. The smothering feel of those scaly soles over his face made it harder and harder to think. The zapping electricity over the soles of his feet, making them twitch uncontrollably; the feeling of his shaft joining that dance; the way his hole started to twitch as the electricity followed his pre all over his body and zapped every muscle it touched and made it spasm; all of it left him feeling weaker and weaker, more and more turned on.

"That's it, slave. Keep licking, and keep worshiping that scent. You know where you belong. Or you will, soon enough."

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It was far more than an hour later when the dragon's feet were finally removed from his face. Dexter was close to collapse, unable to even speak. He just hoped that the dragon was satisfied, and would give him what he needed.

He was relieved when the dragon stood up and left the thunder crystals at his feet. However, when he was still tied to the box, with that crystal still zapping his cock, he almost cracked.

"Wait! What about this one?"

"That? Consider it a gift. You certainly seemed to enjoy the other ones. Perhaps you will like this one as well."

"But I did what you told me to do!"

"Yes, you did, and you have your reward. The rest will require much higher payment."

The dragon walked out the door, shutting it as Dexter broke down, whimpering and moaning in the dark cell.

The End