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Race to the Finish
Story
It seems Max has gotten himself into quite the predicament~ All dressed up in his pup gear, sheath swelling against his tight cage, tied down to a bed with a ring gag keeping his muzzle wide open for the dragon atop him. With Max's head pinned to the bed below him by Zaph's weight, he couldn't even bob on the cock which was lodged partway down his throat, filling that bound muzzle. Zaph didn't thrust, he merely let his thick shaft rest there in the folf's hot maw, humid breath tickling the sensitive skin of his draconic dick. He twisted one of the screws on the ballcrusher which was currently squeezing the life out of Max's poor, sensitive little balls, licking his lips when a drop of precum squeezed out the slit in the tiny, steel cage.
"You know," Zaph growled huskily as he continued to turn that little screw tighter and tighter. "The longer you take to make me cum, the flatter they get, pup." Max was doing everything he could already, but without the freedom of movement, that only amounted to suckling on the thick meat in his mouth and polishing it with his tongue sloppily, leaking drool and pre everywhere in the process. And still those screws twisted tighter, filling Max's flat nuts and abdomen with a burning ache, making him squirm impotently against the restraints holding him in place.
He wondered what would be finished off first - the dominant dragon in his maw, or his aching balls.
The race is on~
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