"Mmm-- Mmmf, mmm mmmmmm!"

The dragon gasped and shuddered and twitched, hips rolling in vain against the thick, ridged, vibrating dildo stuffed into his rump. The sensation of it filling him and buzzing mercilessly against his prostate consumed his world, it was his world, the constant tormenting pleasure and the cruel, aching denial overriding all his thoughts and his other senses. For so long he had hung there weightless, blind and deaf to the world outside his heavy latex hood, his surroundings utterly black with no sound reaching his ears but his own gasping breaths and thudding heart and the soft muffled moans that were all he was allowed by the thick humiliating phallic gag held in his jaws. His limbs could not budge an inch, useless as they were with the heavy mittens sheathing his claws, neck and tail held, even his wings pinned tightly against his back; the tiniest little twitches and wriggles were the best he could manage against the grip of the powerful bonds that contained him, magnetic cuffs and snug clinging latex ensuring he remained in captivity.

He had no sense of time, no awareness, he could not even spare a thought for the wide world outside his prison: one he had once soared over so freely and effortlessly, one of which there were still memories lingering somewhere, deep in his mind, all but forgotten in the inky blackness of his hood and the haze of endless teasing. He could not think of it. There was only the thick dildo stuffed beneath his tail: back and forth its vibrator drifted between gentle tease and cruel edging and denial, relentless, flooding his body with pleasure and lust and need, a need so all-consuming that it drove all else from his mind. There was nothing that mattered, nothing that existed for all the dragon thought of it, other than how good and how agonizing it felt to be stimulated so powerfully, on and on and on, while his pent-up cock twitched and throbbed and ached so horribly as it strained against the chastity belt that contained it. Again, and again, and again, the toy brought him to the edge and held him there, gasping and shuddering and wishing desperately for it to let him cum until it slowed back down again and once again denied him orgasm, his immobilized limbs twitching, hips rolling in useless, raging lust, the big cockgag in his jaws swallowing up every needy, pleading howl he made.

"Mmmmmmmf! Mmmf! Mmmmmmmmmf!"

He might have remained there a year, or a hundred years, or a million, trapped in stasis, in bondage, in endless teasing and orgasm denial; his identity concealed beneath the latex, forgotten, no longer of consequence when he would never be free again. His prison sustained him, preserved him, so cleverly and cruelly ensuring he remained young and healthy so that his predicament could torment him until the end of time...