[b][u][center]Signed in Cum Part 2 For Waffiess By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Waffles struggled in vain against the power that held him on his knees. No matter how he tried to twist and turn, his body felt like it was completely pinned. Was it hypnosis? The contract? Something else? He didn’t know. All he knew was that his cock was so hard that it hurt and that Nesii was kneeling down beside him, hand outstretched. “Let’s see how long it takes you to get off the first time, hmm?” “Nnngh…I – I didn’t – I didn’t want –” “Mmm, don’t go trying to back out on the deal now. You were fine with it when you had to work hard. What’s so bad about having to give up some loads when I want it?” Nesii chuckled. “Now, just let it happen.” It was so weird to have someone else’s hand on his cock instead of his own. He’d jerked off hundreds, maybe thousands of times in his life, but he’d never felt someone else squeezing him like this. Soft fingers, just as smooth-scaled as his own, slid over his shaft and squeezed at the base. He huffed, biting his lips and trying – and failing – to look away. “Remember. You can’t move without permission right now. All you can do is stay right there while I tease this thing…a nice cock, by the way. Not too big, not too small, but still plenty to show off.” That wasn’t helping. Waffles’s cheeks burned hotter and hotter as he felt that soft grip slowly roll from the base of his shaft to the tip, taking longer and longer to reach it. He was wheezing by the time Nesii’s gentle grip reached the head, rubbing, squeezing, trailing up and around the tip. “Mmmph…ah…” “Hehehe, already dripping. Not just throbbing, but dripping. I almost wonder if your cock has a bit of a hair trigger.” “Nnngh…” “Answer me, pupil. Do you have a hair trigger?” “N-not…usually.” “Mmmm, must be how new it all is.” And it was definitely that. Nesii curled his fingers in a soft, open shape around Waffles’s cock head. It was like an inverted whisk, the fingers curling and teasing, but the space between them open. The tips of the other dragon’s claws worked into that sensitive space just under the head of his cock, stroking and teasing and gently stroking it until his cock was bobbing up and down and all but spitting pre-cum. “Mmmph…nnngh…” “Mmm, what a good boy. Already offering so much. I’m going to have plenty of product by the time that I’m done with you.” Waffles shook his head, but too late. That hand was already going down again and this time – “Ah…ah…ah…” Slow, steady strokes. Nothing more than a pump every few seconds, but that was more than enough to keep him hard. Nesii leaned closer, resting his head on Waffles’s shoulder as he whispered. “That’s it. Just relax. It’s so much easier to be a cum cow, isn’t it? No need to think about how hard you might need to work, no need to worry about all the things that you might need to do to make a living. All you have to do is [i]throb.[/i]” Throb. Throb. Throb. “Drip.” Oh, he was dripping. Dripping like mad. Dripping all over his stomach and down between his legs. His cock – his cock couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, just kept throbbing and oozing and – “Cum.” A little squeeze at the base. Nothing more than that, certainly not normally enough to get him off, but this time – “NNNGH!” He arched his back. Something else moved in the background, he couldn’t see; his eyes were rolling back in their sockets, his mouth hanging open as he whimpered and moaned and [i]came.[/i] His hips fought the hypnotic hold that kept them from moving, unsuccessfully. The only things that moved were his cock as it twitched in Nesii’s grip and his balls as they pulled up to empty themselves. Throb. Squirt. Throb. Squirt. He wheezed as the hot, shimmering tingles of pleasure finally eased away, and he slumped back into himself. The black and teal dragon moaned, his fingers twitching and his eyes slowly pulling open again. Nesii…Nesii had slid away. He groaned as he tilted his head slightly to the side, looking out of the corner of his eyes. There. The pink dragon had a coffee cup in hand, one that he was peering into and studying. What – had he caught all those cumshots in the cup? Was he…was he really harvesting it and not just treating it as a pervy game? His ‘captor’ turned, catching his eye. Nesii chuckled. “Well, not a bad load,” his ‘master’ said, leaning over and holding out the cup. “Go on. Take a look.” This felt impossible, but his eyes were already tilting down. He looked inside, saw that he’d managed to cover the bottom of the mug completely. Not by much, but by a bit, and filled it up by…maybe half an inch along the bottom? It had felt like so much more than that, so much more than just a little bit of a mouthful. “That said, it’s going to have to be more. By the time that I’m done training you, you’ll be filling up mugs like that twice a day.” “Nnngh…that’s – that’s impossible.” “Not with the right treatments. And drugs. Heh. There’s a lot of really, [i]really[/i] fun drugs out there that’ll get you pumping out so much more cum.” “I – I don’t take drugs. I’m clean.” “Well, you are [i]now[/i]. In a few minutes, though…” “Oh god.” “Now, stay there.” Whatever freedom he’d thought he might have disappeared in the space of half a second. His arms pulled tight to his sides, his legs tensed up, and even his tail rose higher over his back before stiffening up. It was like a simple command was enough to make his body defy his mind. Well, of course it was. He was fucking controlled. He could only stare straight ahead as Nesii started humming to himself out of sight. It sounded like the other dragon was rustling through some pockets or something, but he couldn’t tell for sure. Probably was. [i]God, drugs? What the hell did I get myself into? Real magic or not, this is insane.[/i] “There we are. A little patch to start us out.” And just like that, he was back. Waffles tried to come up with something to say, some protest that might sound good enough to get Nesii to back off, anything that might get him out of the contract that he’d signed. There was no way that learning magic was worth being someone else’s cum-cow like this, let alone with the drugs making it worse. He opened his mouth and tried to get the words out… But they wouldn’t come. All he could do was shiver and moan as the other dragon grabbed his softening cock and gave it a few strokes. “But first…Flagpole.” “Nnngh!” He moaned again as his cock jumped up once more, slapping against his belly as soon as the words left Nesii’s lips. It throbbed and pulsed, going completely stiff once more. The whole thing [i]hurt[/i], his cock aching from the sheer hardness that was forced into it so close to his orgasm. And yet…it didn’t [i]hurt[/i] that much. Not in terms of pain. Just this…ache…this ache of need that hadn’t been relieved yet. It was like those days when he had been jerking off all day and not cum yet, like his body wasn’t done with it. He might have been done stroking, but his body wasn’t done trying to get off. That was what his cock felt like, like it was still trying to get off no matter how much it ached to be that hard. And – “MMMPH!” And he was [i]so[/i] fucking sensitive. A few strokes had him whimpering, his spine popping as he tried to curl forward and cover his cock. The contract kept him from moving, but all he wanted to do was get his dick out of Nesii’s grip. “NNngh! AH! Too much, too much!” “I think you mean, not enough.” “GAAAH!” “Heh, look at you. Squirming. Trying to wriggle away. If it wasn’t for the hypnosis, you’d be curled up in a ball and whimpering, trying to cover your cock with anything you could. But here you are, kneeling in front of me, completely helpless to do anything but let me touch you however I like.” Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. The pleasure was too high, far too high, his sensitivity through the roof as scaly fingers stroked over his head again and again. Every touch forced his cock to twitch up, a betrayal of the rest of his body as the nerves fired again and again. He kept trying to catch his breath enough to scream – in pain, in pleasure, he didn’t know – but all he could do was whimper and moan. Throb. Throb. Throb. In less than a minute, he was oozing pre-cum again, dripping down the other dragon’s fingers. He huffed, whimpering, whining, shivering from head to toe, but there was no mercy. Not anymore. Nesii lifted the patch up with his free hand. It was a soft, light blue, something that would easily pop against his darker crotch scales. “Let’s see how long this takes to take effect, hmm?” “Please…please…just…just a few minutes…just a few minutes break. Just a little bit to let me – GNNNGH!” “Mmm, no. Your cock belongs to me now, Waffles. You’re going to have to put out a great deal more cum to make sure that you pay off your lessons. And if you don’t…well, I guess we’ll have to start racking up interest until your balls are trained to give up the amount that I need.” He could barely breathe. Each stroke was slow, but firm, working right over the head and polishing it before going back down. Each time it forced his breath out with a huff or a whimper or a whine. Each sound came free without anything he could do to stop it. Waffles barely noticed the patch getting placed. It was nothing more than a sticker against his crotch scales, not compared to the feeling of the hand working him toward the edge again. He could ignore that with ease. At first. As the stroking continued, as the hypersensitivity slowly faded away, he started noticing something else. Something…something heavier between his legs, something that made him feel more…more needy. “Look down, pupil,” Nesii said, a smirk lighting up the pink dragon’s face. “Look down and see how your body’s doing.” He didn’t have a choice; the contract compelled him. His head whipped down and his eyes bugged out. His balls were swelling, visibly swelling between his thighs. He could just barely see them past his cock, usually, but this time, he could see the front curve of them, and more, he could see the way that they were slowly expanding outward. The sides were slowly pressing up against his thighs and – yes, his balls were drifting lower and lower down, bulging and sagging from the new weight in them. “Ha…ha…ho-how?” “Simple. Just a little drug, with a little magic, just to make sure that you keep putting out the loads I want. Eventually, we’ll have your balls trained to let out that much without the contaminants that these will bring, but that’s for the future. For now, I’m just training them to produce.” “Nnngh…s-so…heavy…” “Oh, they’re going to get heavier. And then? Then, you’re going to show me how good a show you can put on.” Waffles struggled to catch his breath, his eyes rolling back every time that he felt that throbbing between his legs. His balls felt so heavy, heavier than he ever remembered them being before. They sagged down, down, down, the bottoms of his balls finally touching the floor. They never did that while he was kneeling; just how much cum was in there now? How much was going to come rushing out when he – “Nnngh…” A little squeeze just behind the head of his cock brought him back to the moment. Nesii leaned in, looking him dead in the eyes. “This time, I’m not going to stroke you off.” “Mmmph…t-then how –” “You’re going to hump my hand.” “Nnngh…w-why?” “Because I wanna see how long it takes for you to hump my hand the way a horny dog humps the couch. Mmmm, my bet is that it won’t take long at all.” If that was how Nesii was going to talk to him, Waffles wasn’t sure that he’d be able to hold out, either. His balls felt like they were swelling like balloons, filling up more and more with each passing second. Unlike them, though, his balls felt so heavy, so full, the scales stretched taut around them from all the cum churning around inside and begging to be released. His breath caught in his throat as he felt them roll a bit, feeling how much was just waiting to be squirted all over the floor. Had to be much more than before, so much – “Hump.” His hips started moving on their own, thrusting his cock into the hand-sleeve around his shaft. He moaned as he shoved his cock in up to the base, only to slowly pull back. Nesii’s grip was gentle, not particularly tight, more of a tease than a full masturbatory grip. [i]Don’t…don’t give him what he wants…[/i] But that was already harder than he’d feared. Even though he tried to pull back slowly, to slide away from that grip, he could already feel the need for more. Not enough, but so close to cumming already from how good he’d been teased – HUMP! “Mmmph…” “Don’t stop now, pupil. Do as you’re told.” His hips were already moving again, humping, thrusting between those loose fingers. It was just enough friction to keep him hard with the slow thrusts, and every time that he tried to slow down – HUMP! Another hard thrust, a few quick bucks before he was able to calm down again. It felt so good, so fucking good, and it took all of a few seconds for him to be oozing pre-cum all over Nesii’s fingers again. He whimpered, biting his lips as he tried to slow himself down. The most he could do was go slow, not stop, but even that was still a tease and a half. His cock felt so sensitive, so needy, and every thrust smeared more of his pre-cum against his shaft. He could feel every droplet rubbing against him, every little slimy touch that the loose fingers spread over his cock. It felt nasty, and it felt good. He bit his lips, his toes curling under him as he tried to resist the urge to hump faster. He – he could hold out. He wasn’t that much of a pervert. He could – he could be better than this. That was what he kept telling himself, but as one minute turned to two, then four, then eight, and Nesii showed no sign of telling him to stop, it was becoming more and more abundantly clear that there was no way out until he came. He’d have to let loose, have to cum his brains out [i]again[/i] for the perverted pink dragon at his side. And…and when he did, no doubt Nesii would start stroking him again, forcing him to keep oozing, forcing more and more pleasure on him until he was sure that he was going to break. Throb. Throb. Throb. [i]Too much…too much and not enough…[/i] Panting for breath, he tried to think of something, anything that would let his cock go soft. Maybe if he just looked like he was losing stamina, he could – “Flagpole.” “MMMPH!” And just like that, any loss of rigidity disappeared, his cock once more filled with that needy stiffness that had its own unique ache. He whined, his hips picking up speed on their own, thrusting and popping the head of his cock past the other dragon’s fingers again and again. “That’s it. Humping faster feels better, doesn’t it?” Nesii whispered, chuckling. “The faster you hump, the better your cock feels.” “Nnngh…” “Go on. Keep going. Keep humping away.” Much as he wanted to resist for the sake of his dignity, his body had other plans. It needed to get off, desperately needed to, and his hips – HUMP HUMP HUMP! They weren’t stopping. They just kept thrusting away, driving his cock between those fingers, driving him deeper and deeper into the dragon’s commands. Forward, back, forward, back, each thrust making his cock feel slimier and slicker and wetter. He could smell his own musk, his pre-cum flowing so hard and so readily that it was like a busted faucet. Was that part of the drug, or was there something else happening that was making him drip so much? Surely he didn’t like…like having someone use him like this…or put him through this kind of…utter humiliation – Hump-hump-hump. He was bucking away, unable to stop himself, his eyes rolling back as he pushed himself closer and closer to a real orgasm. Forward, back, forward, back, each time feeling those fingers slide open around his cock and clench up as it pulled away. They weren’t stroking him. He was having to fuck between them, rutting away like some kind of horny dog. And yet, despite how much he blushed at the thought, his cock was harder than the handjob had left it. He was so desperate to cum, so desperate to get off, that he couldn’t have stopped himself even if Nesii gave him permission. Fuck, fuck, fuck, his balls tapping against the thumb on the bottom every time. He huffed, he whimpered – “Close?” “Mmm…mm-hmm…” “Say when.” God, he couldn’t even – he had to – so hard to fucking think. He closed his eyes, wheezing through clenched teeth as he felt his balls starting to draw up. They were almost there. Almost – almost there. Each thrust was squirting pre-cum now, painting the hotel room floor. God, this was going to be a fucking mess, but the idea of doing anything but this – “N-now!” “Cum.” The cup was right there – he felt the ceramic against the head of his cock for a moment before it pulled away. Then he heard it. The hiss, the splatter, the splurting against the inside of the cup before it started drooling down – Spurt spurt spurt. “Nnnngh…mmmph…” It was like lightning shooting up his cock, every spurt so much heavier and intense than before. He could feel how his cock pulsed, how it throbbed, how it [i]swelled[/i] to let the huge load up and out of his dick. Every shot was so big that it legitimately felt like it forced his cock to get wider to let it out. From base to tip to – “MMMMPH!” Each shot went shooting out hard enough that he could hear it hit the inside of the cup. It was so…so loud, so much, that his face burned at the idea that it was all coming from him. It felt impossible. And it felt hot. Squirt. Splurt. Sputter. Finally, it eased off, and he slumped down again. This time, he was able to fall to all fours. Nesii pulled the cup away a few seconds later, and Waffles whimpered as he felt his cock dribbling between his legs. Not much, but still more than usual; he could feel the slime running down from the head to the ground, and he didn’t want to look at how much he was staining the carpet. The only mercy was that this room wasn’t on his card; at least he wouldn’t be dinged with the bill for this. “Well, that was considerably more,” Nesii said, chuckling. “I think that you’ll be trainable.” “Mmmph…” “Here, take a look.” As soon as the cup was held under his muzzle, all he could think about was how musky it was. He knew that all orgasms reeked of sex, but the cup smelled of it even stronger than usual. Waffles groaned, shaking his head, but he still had to look. The cup was over a quarter of the way filled, maybe as much as a third. That last orgasm had pushed out at least six times as much as his first one, and he could still feel his balls churning away. Not aching, not overfull, but not anywhere near empty. They had more to give, and – “Flagpole.” “Nnngh!” And just like before, he was forced hard again for another session. “Let’s see how many ways you can cum before you start shooting blanks…” # [i]Balls. It was balls. “Mmm, look at that. Still so full despite shooting two orgasms already. I imagine you’re all kinds of backed up to be this needy.” Waffles couldn’t even disagree. All he could do was moan as he sat on the edge of the bed, his cock arched up and drooling as his balls were teased. Oiled up, rolled around, gently lifted and stroked and – Thump! “Mmmph…” They dropped down, their own natural weight pulling them taut in a weird, potent pleasure that came from knowing how big they were getting. He huffed and puffed, his eyes rolling back under closed lids. “Yes, you’re going to have very, very big balls when we’re done with this. Your cock will stay the same, but your balls will be much bigger…much heavier…much better. Just like the treasure they are.” “Nnngh…” “Heh, do you know that you can cum from just testicular stimulation? It takes a while to learn, but oh, you can. I’ll make sure to teach you how to do that, too, to feel all that pleasure of your balls being teased…handled…played with…and then cum from it.” His cock was already oozing as if he was on the edge of an orgasm. Somehow, he doubted that it was going to take that long for him to learn.[/i] # [i]A finger up his ass – “MMMPH!” “Oooooh, you have a sensitive one. Oh, that is going to be fun.” He whimpered, his tail twitching like mad as he remained on all fours on the bed. That one finger, one finger going in and out, rubbing right over his prostate every time – “Nnnghah….” “Hehe, and you make such amusing noises…” It felt so strange, so different to have his prostate rubbed directly. Like any other guy on a sports team he had been to get his prostate checked, but there was a difference between that little bit of rubbing and [b]this[/b]. Each time it slid in, the smooth scales pulling on his rim, he could only try to brace himself before it reached his prostate and – “Mmmmmmmmmmmph…” It was like a tingling bit of pleasurable lightning going all the way from his prostate through his balls down to his cock. It kept throbbing through him, making his eyes roll back and his mouth hang open from how good it felt. Any dignity had long since been forgotten, his hips trying to roll back against that finger and feel it rubbing his prostate again. Each little touch made his cock ooze, making the whole thing feel…weird, numb-sensitive in a way that didn’t make sense, but only made the pleasure that much better. Drip, drip, drip went his shaft into the cup, pre-cum and cum alike dropping into it and dribbling away. He couldn’t stop whining as it was milked right out of him, forced out with that gentle pressure right on that button. “Mmmm, you’re getting into it. You’re a very quick learner, pupil.” “Mmmmph…” “Just a little more now, that’s a good boy.”[/i] # He lost count of how many orgasms he had been forced through when his cock finally stopped shooting. Waffles would have completely collapsed as his dick twitched, dry as a bone as he whimpered through his latest climax, but the contract held him on all fours still. Tremors ran down his arms and legs as the hand on his cock finally pulled away, granting him mercy. At least, somewhat. His whimpers didn’t fade; his sensitivity was so high, ratcheted up from hours and hours of being forced to cum. The cup had eventually overflowed, but he hadn’t been able to fill a second one. The black and teal dragon could only imagine how long he would have to ‘train’ to be able to do that, and he dreaded what it would do to his cock and balls when that finally happened. He groaned, still shivering as Nesii stroked his back. “Not a bad first day, pupil. You’re going to be a good mage, one day.” “Mmmph…” “But there’s one last lesson for the day. And that’s how to satisfy me, of course. After all, I am your teacher. I deserve something, too.” [i]Oh gods, no…[/i] He couldn’t even look over his shoulder, but his body was already responding. The contract must have something else in there, something that made him arch his tail up even higher, and – Waffles thumped against the bed as he reached back to spread his ass cheeks. As soon as he dug his fingers in, he felt the heat of something else rubbing against his ass, something thick, something hard – Cock. He was going to get fucked. He was absolutely going to get fucked, and his body was looking forward to it. Fucking traitor. “That’s it. Keep those nice and spread for me. You’ll learn to love this, I’m sure; you’ve already learned to love being milked. And trust me, this is a [i]much[/i] better deal for learning magic than you’d get from some of the other creatures out there. There’s some that would steal your body for the price, and then you’d never get it back. At least [i]I[/i] am only taking a bit of pleasure for myself. And making sure that you enjoy it, too.” Waffles couldn’t even catch his breath enough to argue that, and it only got worse when the head finally rubbed against his hole directly. A shock of unwanted pleasure went right up his spine, leaving him huffing and whimpering ever so quietly. It was hot, wet, and firm, and it ground forward. Not in, but along, smearing him with pre-cum, sliming up his asshole with a gentle pressure. Again, again, again, each time leaving a little more of the slime behind, each time making him all the more aware of needs that he’d never imagined that he could have. Why did it have to feel so good? He didn’t want – he’d never thought of guys like this and – Another push, this time harder. Not painful, but intense as it worked its way against him. Slow, firm, the heat building as his hole started to slide open around something so much bigger than a finger. He closed his eyes tightly, trying and failing to keep his thoughts anywhere but on that. It kept getting warmer, his hole feeling more and more open until the moment that – POP! He wheezed as the other dragon’s cock slid in. He could feel every detail about the rounded head, could feel the slime on it soothing some of the heat on his rim and – and oh, it felt so much better than he expected, particularly as it started to slide along his prostate. His breath caught in his throat as his cock started twitching under him, throbbing and wanting to dribble what was no longer there. “That’s it…just take it…a little bit more…a little bit more…that’s it, good pupil…” He hated how much he liked the way it felt. There was something so…so wonderful about the sensation of getting all filled up with cock. Waffles could barely think about anything else; his oversensitive dick was just a throbbing, half-numb thing between his legs compared to the genuine pleasure that was flooding him from his asshole. The way that there was still that slight friction burn along his rim, the way that his hole was stretching little by little to allow that massive thing inside of him, the weird pleasure of having someone on top of him like this and pinning him down – he was getting into all of it. He didn’t know why, but…but it was better…better than he expected. “Ah…mmmph…” Finally, their balls touched. Nesii stroked his side, gently squeezing him tighter. “Good…good. Now, breathe…because I’m about to fuck you…” “Nnngh…” “And you are going to learn how to serve your teacher…and you are going to do it every day after I finish milking you. Do you understand?” “I…I understand.” “Good…good boy.” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Looks like the deal wasn’t quite so good for Waffles as he’d thought. Well, maybe he can take it…maybe… Tags: M/solo, M/M, Hypno Triggers, Trigger Phrases, Forced Erection, Cock Milking, Cum Milking, Prostate Massage, Bondage, Forced Orgasm, Anal, Dragon, Dubcon, Hypersensitivity, Handjob, Humiliation, Miniseries,